Worship Ms.Nicole

Dear Ms. Nicole

This song reminds me of You. Ethereal, beautiful, elusive, possessing a supernatural quality I cannot explain, a Goddess of light and dark,. You have a way with words, a way to ease my fears of having to deal with myself by letting me know You have control.

My desire for You is so strong, but I know You are too strong. I believe You would and could break me. You already have. But You have also built me up from the ruins of my life. I accept both Your punishment and laughter with the knowledge that You know when to give them, when to mete out just enough of each to keep me going.

Sometimes I don’t understand. But when that clouds my mind, I think about You and how my submission to You is such a small gift, but one You accept, and teach me how to be better. My words are jumbled and random, so here is the song that reminds me of You. I picked it because of the lyrics, but the name Rhiannon is mythical, like You. She came beautiful and on a white horse…like You on one of Your horses. Now I’ll quit blushing:

Rhiannon rings like a bell throu the night
And wouldnt you love to love her
Takes to the sky like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover

All your life youve never seen a woman
Taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven
Will you ever win

She is like a cat in the dark
And then she is the darkness
She rules her life like a fine skylark
And when the sky is starless

All your life youve never seen a woman
Taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven
Will you ever win
Will you ever win

Rhiannon
Rhiannon
Rhiannon
Rhiannon

She rings like a bell throu the night
And wouldnt you love to love her
She rules her life like a bird in flight
And who will be her lover

All your life youve never seen a woman
Taken by the wind
Would you stay if she promised you heaven
Will you ever win
Will you ever win

Rhiannon
Rhiannon
Rhiannon

Oooooh

Taken by
Taken by the sky
Taken by
Taken by the sky
Taken by
Taken by the sky

Dreams unwind
Loves a state of mind
Dreams unwind
Loves a state of mind

“you” will respect Me at all times by:

• addressing Me in the proper manner
• following through with all assignments and tasks
• keeping your call appointments
• not arguing with Me
• practicing obedience
• completing every punishment I assign to you, diligently and with recognition that I am in control
• admitting that discipline is something you need
• acknowledge that I am a superior female
• submit to My will
• you will worship Me at all times
• remember– your submission to My will is a natural course of action due to your “situation” (whatever it may be) *wink*

If you fail on any of the above, then you’re doing something wrong and are subject to a humiliating reminder of this, a very unpleasant experience.

If you feel the need to rebel, send snappy email replies to Me, not do your punishments, or any other act that shows you have forgotten your place in My life and why we do what we do, then perhaps we need to discuss new terms or simply discontinue our relationship.

Any type of bad behavior will not be tolerated. You’re grown men, not teenagers. I don’t deal with one-minute phone sex wankers who are just looking for a quick stroke and an easy way to jerk-off. I expect more from you, My select few.

Let Me rephrase that — I demand more from you. If you can’t hang with Me and My demands, then feel free to let go of your rope. Better yet, how ’bout I just cut you down?

Just a few days ago, I decided that I would collar one of My regulars. He practices obedience, always suggest new ways he can worship Me, tributes Me in ways that are not only beneficial to Me, but also very fun, he concedes that I am superior, does not resent his submission, practices discipline (until I give him the “ok” to let loose), and is always willing to hand over control to Me. He knows that I know best. Rarely does he rebel or try to deny his own submission. He’s a good boi! I have a picture of him with his new collar on. Notice the charm I thought it was quite creative.

Recently, he took a trip. When he told me about his travel plans, I suggested that he make an attempt to find a r/t Dominatrix. We agreed that he would do this and then call Me. We assumed there may be somewhat of a language barrier, and that prediction turned out to be true. Luckily for him, that language barrier got him a lot more than what he originally bargained for. But I don’t think he minded. Read his story (his own words) here:

After a long talk with Ms Nicole the conversation ultimately came to my travel plans.

Ms. Nicole told me that she had a task, project if you will, for me to try and do while in a certain city in Central America. Ms Nicole new approximately the amount of time I would be there and it made me nervous and I thought to myself what I have I got myself into.

I asked Ms Nicole what she had in mind for me and she told me that she would like to see if I could find a Dominatrix while I was there and if I could that I should call back to the States and let Ms Nicole direct her in what she should do. I told Ms Nicole that I didn’t know if it would be possible to find such a lady and if I could how I would be able to call her after getting everything arranged.

Ms Nicole said do the best you can, Ms Nicole can be so understanding. Well as I took off from the airport into the wild blue yonder I thought that I would get a little sleep until we landed but I just kept thinking about how to find this Dominatrix when I got to my destination. Over and over I could not get it out of my mind how to ask, who to ask? I mean you just don’t walk up to a lady and ask for that kind of thing.

By the time the plain landed I was about to ask the flight attendant what she was doing that evening or was she heading back to Miami I mean she was kind of domineering telling me to put my tray table up and my seat back. But I thought better of it and kept my mouth shut. I got through customs grabbed a cab and went to the hotel all the time looking for the lucky lady to fulfill the task and knowing I had to do this between my work.

Also not letting anyone that I new see me. This was going to be tough. I checked into the hotel got to the room waited there while everyone else that I new was checked in and went down stairs and told the front desk I was not happy with the room and got back in a another cab and went to the Hilton on the beach. Once there I got a room and unpacked. This way I would not be interfered with by anyone while in search of the Dominatrix.

I went to all of the meetings that night and in the morning went to where our group was. Put in some time and when I thought I would not be missed I left back to the Hotel and my other mission. I new there was a place where the ladies hang out looking to make a few pesos from the gringos so I went there first found a good spot and got a drink to sooth my nerves maybe a half a bottle later they were pretty well soothed and I had the opportunity to interview quite a lot of the local ladies.

It seemed that the all had the same thing on there mind. “You want happy time?” “I make you real happy.” One after the other it seemed like they all had a one track mind. Making happy time. This was not what Ms Nicole had wanted and I was not any further along on my second day. I took two or three back to the hotel checked them in. You have to check them in over there with there ID and pay a fee for that. My fees were getting kind of steep. This same scenario went on for a couple of days then on the third or forth day I went to another bar near the ocean and started with a few beers when I notice three very pretty girls on the other side of the bar. They were talking to the lady bar tender and laughing having a good time. Well I thought what the hell I’ll buy them a drink.

I asked the Bar tender what the girls would like she went and asked them and came back and told me Jägermeister shots. WOW it was only around 2:30 PM that high octane stuff I must have bought them 10 rounds of drinks. I kept waving to the girls to come over but they smiled and stayed put.

Finally I got up and moved half way to where they were and asked them to come over which they all did. They kept right on drinking every shot I bought them. As we spoke I asked all the things you ask girls what part of town are you from what work do you do, are you a Dominatrix? No I didn’t ask that.
Finally it was getting late and I asked would you girls care to come to my hotel. I could not believe that they could still walk. They all laughed and said lets go. Vamanos.

Got to the hotel went to the room and they immediately got room service to send up drinks and food all the while flirting and laughing. They were feeling no pain.

I thought now one speaks enough English to understand Ms Nicole and now I just have to get Ms Nicole on the phone. 7PM here well the girls didn’t even let me get that far they started taking off there clothes and also mine and thought I would like to see a show and started doing things to each other and making me do things to them. It was awful hard work trying to figure out whose leg or arm was whose but my orders were to serve the women so I obeyed what ever they told me to do. it was pretty wild but probably not exactly what Ms Nicole had in mind. They would go down on each other then tell me to do things to each of them then they would get on me all the time kissing each other like little acrobats It was difficult but I did what ever they wanted. About 2AM I took them down stairs and back to where they were staying. Driving back to the hotel I felt that somehow I had failed Ms Nicole and hoped she would understand that the culture there is so different that it is hard to find that special someone who can take control in that meaningful way. But I tried.

PS
Ms Nicole i have purchased the collar as you requested and i am wearing it as i write this and send it to you. i did as you told and i have to say it makes me feel so owned by you.

I’ve seen the pictures from this adventure, and I swear, the girls are absolutely gorgeous. Beautiful faces, very sexy bodies, gorgeous hair…..just spectacular. That being said, in the first set of pictures he sent to Me, it really looked like one of the girls had either a super-huge clitoris or a penis. He swears to me it was just a misplaced part, and that it looks like something else because of the angle. I believe him….mostly.

It’s too bad that his search for a Dominatrix didn’t pan out, but he was a sport and suffered through the pain of being with three women at once. Poor thing.  Haha!  Judging from the pictures, it looks like he had a great time.

He’ll be near Me next week, and we already have plans in place to get him a real-time session. This time, he won’t get off so easily. 

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.

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.