Worship Ms.Nicole

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?

“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?

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.