Worship Ms.Nicole

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It’s free to set up an account, plus new callers get 3 FREE minutes. Billing is discreet and everything is completely anonymous.

What I am into: (Not a complete list, but as comprehensive as I can get right now, and in no particular order )

FemDom * Fetish * Domination (hardcore domination and erotic domination) * Life Control * Mind Control * Discipline *

Cock Control - including chastity, tease and denial, masturbation control, orgasm denial /control, sensual domination, CBT *

Forced-Bi * Forced Fem * Verbal Abuse * Humiliation * Body Worship * Cuckolding * Feminization * Sissification *

Financial Domination * Blackmail Fantasies * Nylon Fetish * Strap-On * Domestication * Female Superiority * TPE *

Confession * Punishment * Role Play (I am always Dominant) * Assignments * Forced-Intox (limitations apply) *

Light Bondage (I am not into intricate bondage scenarios unless you are physically supervised) * Physical Pain *

I love executive males who need a little something extra. I’ll take your pathetic life and add something real to it, something exciting and addicting.

Each session is special and tailored to fit you — No session is scripted and each one is unique. The possibilities are nearly unlimited. No matter what route we take, I’ll get inside your head, learn your weaknesses, and take control of your physical and mental being.

Call Me or set up and appointment ; Submit yourself to Cruel Phone Sex– done My way.

Certain regulars love to give Me very personal information (whether on purpose, by a slip of the tongue, or through my sly interrogation methods). Our chit-chat often leads us into a discussion about the goodies I have on him, and he wonders if I would ever use it against him. He expresses a great fear about his girlfriend, wife, colleagues, friends, etc. finding out what he does with Me….and the things I make him do alone. Yet he gives me more information. And then he screws up. Oops. It seems fairly benign — An exchange of information in return for fulfilled promises, and I get to keep the key to the dirty little lock box containing all the perverted secrets…or something like that. But really, that’s a lot of power to have over someone. Think about it.

How damaging would it be to you if someone had information on you? What if you failed to follow through with your responsibilities, and there was an information leak? What would you do to keep your secrets safe? How far would you go to keep everyone you know from finding out about your kinky activities and all the freaky things you’ve done? What would you do to keep from getting caught?

Would you stick to your end of the bargain, or would you push the envelope a bit just to test the person keeping your secrets safe? Would you toe the line, or step over it a bit just to see how far you can go? Would you take the bit of the rope given to you, or would you take more…just enough to hang yourself? What would you do?

Would you call and beg for forgiveness? Would you email and ask for another chance? Would you offer a token of regret, something to get you back in good graces and keep your secrets safe… or would your pride just let it ride?

If you had a slip, made a mistake, or even totally fucked up –

How long would it take you to submit (again) to your desire to be controlled by Me and just accept your punishment for disobedience, to admit (again) that you need the life control, the mind control, the cock control, and to admit that the sound of My laughter is something you miss.

You need discipline and control. You have asked and begged for it. When you are petulant or even in denial, when you’re trying to do it on your own, when you’re being ignorant and silly by pushing My buttons, you set yourself up for failure. Don’t do that and then get ill over the consequences!!

Don’t be surprised by the consequences of your own stupid mistakes. It’s not My fault you’re a dumbass sometimes.

And then there is this: I know.

Even when you’re silent, I know exactly what’s in that head. You may not admit defeat, but you know that, in the end, you’re the loser if you choose the path of resistance.

Fighting against something you want and need is silly and arrogant. If you had the self-control to do it alone in the first place, you wouldn’t have ever needed Me. What a paradox, huh? Again– Think about it.

But you know, I’m slowly starting to not give a fuck, and My generosity is running low, as is My patience.

Eventually, there comes a point of no return. Would you choose to back up before stepping over that line, before moving into the finality of knowing you’ve pushed too far and will forever suffer for it? Or would you give in to what you want and need, to do the right thing for yourself, and to admit to and make up for your rebelliousness?

What would you do?

After My ultra-relaxing weekend (I got some business out of the way then headed to a spa) in Atlanta, I’m almost ready for Monday to get here so I can have some fun with My submissive callers.

Today is My day, so don’t expect to be able to call Me now — you have to wait until tomorrow.

Make an appointment or email Me so I can work around My regularly scheduled calls on Niteflirt.

I’ve been craving some old-fashioned tease and denial. I love teasing you incessantly horny fuckers and then denying you the one thing you want (besides My attention, of course) — orgasm . Some of you haven’t had the pleasure of My teasing. *ahem* You have to earn it first.

I’m not at all interested in your cocks other than using them as a means of control — cock control, mind control, life control, but not in that order.

I’m too relaxed to write anything else. Entertain yourself with a story or one of My recordings. Later!

One of My Niteflirt phone regulars told Me a funny story the other day while we were discussing his assignments and planning how to get his life back into control and get him back on track. (He just returned from a vacation to Sin City, and though he tried, he didn’t win Ms. Nicole any large sums of money. *lol*)

Anyway, the memory hit him at the very end of a call that lasted over 2 hours. It was actually a slip of the tongue which prompted his memory; the way the conversation happened was kind of weird. (I can’t go into all the details). We were very near hanging up when something I said sparked a memory. His first humiliating experience.

It turns out that his very first humiliating experience was with a girl who shares My name. As he recounted the story of his first brush with humiliation, I couldn’t help but laugh. Was it all a coincidence? A subconscious choice on his part? How funny that his very first experience with being humiliated by a superior female would come at the hands of a girl who has the same name as Me, the One to which he now relinquishes control of his cock, his life, and his mind!

He confessed all the embarrassing details. I had him write the story in his own words, and I am reposting it here for you, in part.

He was slow to recognize that she was superior to him, and though he did try to fight it back, he eventually had to submit to her will, to admit his defeat.

Look where he is now He loves to be humiliated at the hands of a beautiful woman. Is this where it started?

I don’t know. But the story is pretty funny. In his own words, some things edited by Me for privacy purposes:

Nicole Fight

I was visiting Lee-Anne and Carol, who were sisters living about a block away
from me. I visited with them often, having known them for a long time, and over the years I became pretty fond of and had a slight crush on them. Lee-Anne was my age and Carol a couple of years younger.
This was the first time I had seen Nicole at their house, but I knew she went
to their place sometimes, since she lived just across the street from them.
Nicole was a few years older than me.

I’ve tried really hard, but I can’t remember how the fight started.
We were on their front lawn. I remember that I wanted Nicole to go home so I could visit with Lee-Anne and Carol alone, but they seemed more interested in doing stuff with Nicole.
I vaguely remember suggesting to Nicole that she should go home, and her suggesting the
same thing to me. We started teasing each other. She knew I wanted to be alone with Lee-Anne and Carol; I knew she didn’t want me there ruining their girl time. She was trying to be a cock-blocker I guess.

I don’t remember the very beginning of the fight, but I remember about 30 seconds into it
thinking that she was pretty good. We were wrestling in a fairly gentle, but determined, way, kind of teasing and horsing around, but it quickly became serious. I couldn’t believe I was wrestling a female. Lee-Anne and Carol were watching with serious expressions, perhaps worried that we shouldn’t
be fighting, or that somebody might get hurt. It didn’t take long until Nicole had me pinned
to the ground.

I wrestled often with other guys , and usually when someone got pinned the victor
would take maximum advantage by holding the position and making it unpleasant for the
loser, or extracting some kind of promise. Nicole did no such thing; she just got off.

I absolutely couldn’t believe I had been beaten by a girl. Although I don’t have a very
muscular build, I could routinely beat all the guys I wrestled, probably because my brother
and I practiced a lot. I had never wrestled a girl before, but we all just assumed that
they would be easy to beat. In retrospect, it isn’t that surprising she beat me, but at the time I just couldn’t believe it was possible.

So as soon as she got off I rushed at her to catch her by surprise. I don’t know what
happened, but I very quickly found myself on the ground with her standing and looking
down at me.

Lee-Anne and Carol were amused, and laughed a little. I remember getting *so* angry.
I blindly rushed at her again, and this time as I was going down she gave me a solid push,
so I hit the ground really hard.

That just made me more angry and humiliated. I don’t remember how many times I rushed at her,
but it was around half a dozen overall. Each time I hit the ground a little sooner,
and each time she pushed harder as I was going down. And Lee-Anne and Carol laughed louder
each time, and I got angrier.

I guess from Lee-Anne and Carol’s point of view it was hilarious, because Nicole was just
trying to get away from me, but in a comicly repeating manner I kept rushing at her,
with zero chance of success, and just hitting the ground harder each time.
And they didn’t have any sympathy for me, because it was me that kept attacking.
So they found it so funny that I kept trying, but for me, somehow, I just couldn’t believe
that Nicole could beat me, and Lee-Anne and Carol’s increasing laughter just made me more
angry and determined to get back at Nicole.

In the end, I remember laying on the ground with all three of them looking down at me
and laughing their heads off, and me thinking that this time when I get up, I need to just
walk home. Which I did.

Priceless.

That’s the title of an email I received this morning. Here is part of the text:

After that moment, I knew you had me under Your strict control. You see, I knew it was too late, and I was okay with that. I didn’t think it would be anything other than that, but I guess I fooled myself into thinking I could resist, leave, or at least take a break from Your control. I was wrong. i’m sorry I was so irritated at the suggestion You made. You do know what’s best for me, but i’ve been so attached to my stupid cock for so long that i use it to do things i shouldn’t. One of those things is thinking. i’m sure you’ll laugh when You read that, but it is the truth. i have been with so many women. i’ve hit bars and clubs, i even think i was addicted to sex for a long time. You changed me. i don’t know what to think about that.

Now, my thoughts are filled with Your smile and laugh, and i think about sex, but not in normal ways. It’s crazy to think about the things you make me do, how You use my weak brain and Your wicked mind to convince me to do things. What’s so weird is that i don’t always see it coming. You are kind of conniving in that way, but that is a compliment so please don’t get mad. i just mean that you have a way of sneaking into a guy’s mind and using Your words and power to make me do or think things that i never did before. i guess that’s why i feel the way i feel. You have twisted me around myself.

i have been humiliated by a beautiful goddess and i have liked it. i have blushed my way through things like a girl, but not like a girl really. Even girls are stronger than i am. When it comes to you, i am weak, my flesh and mind are weak. i can never have you, but to talk to you or read your words is like being showered with tiny specks of rain. It stings but it’s refreshing. i am learning to control my thoughts and urges, to center them around You. This is something You have taught me but also something i want to do. i have no control over being a man. You are superior in every way. my manliness automatically negates any power i have when i am in Your presence. i can’t use my charm or good looks to woo You into being with me. i can amuse You, do things to make You happy, follow orders like an ant and try to let go of my ego. my IQ drops when i hear Your voice and all i can use my brain for is to do what you tell me. i have become powerless. You took it from me. i don’t want it back, but i am confused about some things. You said some things that spun my head and made me see who i really am. my life was a big lie. i see the truth, as much as i can at this stage, but i know the truth will keep revealing itself. Thank You for all You have done for me. Please accept my apologies for questioning You. i wonder if you will read all this, even.

Yeah, I read ALL of it. It actually rambles on for many more paragraphs. Some of it I can’t/won’t print here.

Here is a little more, reprinted to remind the person who sent it to Me of his obligations:

i went today and bought [deleted by Ms. Nicole] at [deleted by Ms. Nicole]. A pretty girl waited on me, and instead of thinking about what color her panties were or having a flash of fucking her on my couch, i looked down at my shoes and thought about them and that if they were cheaper i could spend the money on You. my cock deflated immediately but my spirits soared. Thank You for that. Still i am afraid of the task you gave me, only because it makes me feel humiliated. i crave it now, but i am also nervous. i want to do it but i don’t know where to start. i will start with the instructions You gave me. That seems the best. [more rambling that I won’t print–Ms. Nicole]

Yes, starting with My instructions is always best. No need to be nervous! I told you exactly what you have to do, so you should be fully prepared and ready. You brought it on yourself, correct? All this questioning and over-thinking is what got you in your current predicament, but this is not unusual for you, is it? I fully expect you to have the “task” completed by the deadline, period.

“But I am so humiliated, Ms. Nicole!”

I can’t tell you how many times I have heard those words.

I usually hear it after a particularly entertaining task I’ve had someone perform, and more often than not, that wonderful phrase is blurted out after one of my boys is left breathless and shocked, his wilted cock in his hand, his mind confused.

“What the hell did She just make me do?”, they think to themselves, then shortly confess to Me that they had no idea “it” was coming, and they can’t believe they did “that”. (at that point, I take a grain of salt )

“Yet, you did it” I reply, laughing, “and happily so!” :wicked:

“Yeah.” (at this point I might even get a sigh or a giggle)

I might prod them a bit, get the dirty little details of *why* they feel so humiliated and *why* they did what they did knowing how it would make them feel. For most men, the reasons are obvious , but for others, they don’t even know why. It’s good to get them to see their own motives. Through My questions and from their answers, I get a little laugh and they get a little insight. And yes, sometimes even I am surprised at what I hear. I do love to explore men’s minds. It’s interesting in there, and somewhat humorous.

What is it about humiliation that I enjoy? Briefly– I enjoy watching the pride drop away. I enjoy coaxing a man into an act which –quite possibly–he has never even heard of. I enjoy hearing the resistance in his voice go from a possible “no” to watching/hearing him perform the act, to giving in to Me, and to possibly taking him on a journey which could lead to his absolute submission and a complete and total power exchange. I enjoy the conversation that comes before, during, and most of all, after the act.

Verbal humiliation and physical humiliation hold equal weight with Me, though it does depend on My subject. Since humiliation is somewhat subjective, each situation must be independently judged.

The act is (as wiki put it) just a means to an end — they get personal shame and embarrassment and I get a big smile on My face. Resistors are bonus points for Me. In the end, they always give in.

So why do guys do things they know will hugely embarrass them and make them feel ashamed? Do we really want to read that much today? Remember — The will is in there, somewhere. I can dig around and bring it out, find that one thing to push their button(s). Sure, they just do it to make Me happy, and whatever “it” is, they’ll continue to do it until I move on to something a lot more entertaining, or… they move on.

But…

Whatever happens, it is two-sided. Though they may be genuinely humiliated, they got “theirs”, too, right? But at what cost? Though the cost to them may be great, the rewards can be even greater. And for Me? Having so much control over someone, enough to make them do something that may have been unimaginable to them before, is a huge responsibility and yes, a ton of fun. But watching a guy give in to something, knowing that he is taking these steps to not only fill his own needs, but also to please Me, is a wonderful thing.

Even utter humiliation and degradation can be fulfilling…especially when it makes Me happy.

I have many more thoughts on this, but that’s for another day.

Check out My “Laughing At You” page. I’ll be updating it soon with pictures from my guys, showcasing the silly antics they pull just to make Me smile.

Whether it be an assignment, a punishment, discipline, or just something to amuse Me, it’s pretty funny the lengths some men will go to in order to serve and please a Dominant Woman.

Their minds and cocks are so connected, it’s really easy to control them, to manipulate them into doing exactly what I want. Of course, they are definitely more interested in their cocks than I am, but it’s so much fun to make them do humiliating things and beg Me to let them go even deeper into their submission.

I have some awesome fetish pics, too, but those will have to wait. I’m going to make a password protected area for those, since I’ll have to verify age.

For now, amuse yourself with the pics I do have up.

I’ll also add some pics of gifts I have received, but it’s late and I’m going to bed, so actually… look for the pics tomorrow.

Sometimes a caller gets a little twist in his panties and decides he’ll do his own thing instead of following My perfect instructions. Never mind that Ms. Nicole *always* knows what is best for him. Never mind that I’ve made it clear to him that he is treading in dangerous waters and is about to have his little dinghy deflated. He decides he’d rather drown. In his mind, he thinks I am not watching closely, that he can get away with things, that I’ll let him slide. Well, I always find out. When I do, the consequences for disobedience can be severe. Note his reaction to a punishment:

OMG! OMG!!!

Ms Nicole,

Even when I saw the tone of the first email, I thought things weren’t looking too good.

And then, shock!

I would have thought my reaction would be anger. Instead my first reaction was: OMG! Am I doing what I am supposed to right now? I’ll have to be so careful tonight. And then the realization that there is no way I will be going to bed late any more, not even a little bit. And then remembering what you had been saying about “more structure”. And remembering how casually you had changed my Internet browsing from every day of the week to just 2 days a week. And also casually cutting me off from solitaire. And realizing that now things are different. This is not something I am ever going to forget.

And then thinking, is she serious? Am I really going to do this? And realizing that, well, … yeah, … I guess I am. Even at an hour a day it will take over a week.

It cleared my head. Fuzzy things seemed clearer. Other things I had been stressed about seemed less important. I didn’t even feel that stressed about you, or my new situation. I just know I have to be very careful and do EXACTLY as you say. And there is no vague feeling of dread, which I sometimes have. But I know writing the lines will be awful. After the first hour it will be awful thinking ahead at how much is left to do. And after the second hour even more awful. And after the third hour, it will be even worse yet because I will already be so sick of writing for three hours, and the effect is cumulative. After the fourth hour even more awful. And worse yet after the fifth hour. After the sixth hour maybe it will be worse, or maybe better because I know I am getting close to the end. And after the seventh hour, mixed, because finally coming to an end, but very annoying there is that extra 44 minutes, which is really quite a long time. And when done, then what? Great relief at being done. But what about the feeling that this sort of thing could happen again? How am I going to deal with that …

> Send me a paid Mail through NF for the log fees you owe Me.

I’ve just sent one for the 5 days up to and including Sunday.

> Wednesday 6th 3:30 AM (actual bedtime 2:41) –
> How did this happen? Because you sent the log then stayed up late to watch PORN.
> You had already used your late days and you had sent the log. SHAME ON YOU.
> Did you change the log at some point? What did you do??????? Explain this.
> What am I missing here? (2 and 1/2 hours over)

I was not going to watch any porn on Wed because the machine I usually do that on is in the shop. So I sent my log and was going to bed, but then I couldn’t resist some porn on another machine, so I did, and then the next day put it in the log.

> I also want explanations for the rest of the things you did.

I was just sloppy on emailing you every 30 min after my bedtime. I know I have a small amount of leeway there, and I know I went way past that.

I know I was a bit over on my Internet browsing, and also broke curfew on Mon Tue and Fri. I just thought I would get away with it, but now I see that kind of thinking isn’t going to work.

brent

No, it won’t work.

More from brent, about brent

About the punishment, … I don’t know what to say.

It is very tempting to just take the fine.

But maybe it would be irresponsable of me to just pay money that I should be

using for other things, just so I can get out of a punishment …

The problem is, if I think about a fine suitable for all the transgressions,

it is too much. Maybe some kind of combination …

In the last few days, sometimes I think that we are just going to wipe the slate clean

and start over next week, especially since there are so many infractions,

it would be impractical to do otherwise.

Other times I think that I am going to get punished for everything.

And sometimes I think it will be half way in between, like some kind of blanket deal.

And so you can see my behaviour over the week reflects which of the above I am

thinking; quite good sometimes and really bad sometimes. And I just realize it now,

but I think subconsciously on Sat and Sun sometimes I was actually trying to have

extra infractions to create the situation where some kind of blanket deal is the only

thing practical.

Maybe we can talk about it in the call …

brent
PS - If you notice my actual bedtime is quite a bit later than the log time for tonight,

it is just because I agonized so long over writing this email.

Now, one would think that after all that agonizing he would be very careful. He does have a way of misbehaving at times, but I have to give it to him; over the course of the last few years he has really progressed. (You’ll hear more about him later). Still, there are times when he acts like a petulant child, goes crazy, and then expects Me to just go easy on him because, surely, the punishment would be waaaay too severe or way too much for Me to keep up with. But honestly, brent knows better. Having experienced My wrath before, he is aware of the power of subtlety, especially when it comes to something I want. And while some of you readers may be left scratching your heads, brent knows exactly why I am writing this and what it is I am waiting for.