Worship Ms.Nicole

Catcalls are one things, but this guy went too far; read on…

I made a rare trip into a hardware store today to pick up some supplies for an upcoming project. Normally I would send a “chore boy” to do My shopping, but I was thinking up things on the fly and wanted to pick out some goodies Myself.

The hardware store has an in-house cat to keep away nasty critters (blech) and such. The kitty is very pretty and is quite large. He’s somewhat of a male Diva, lol, with his purple collar and sense of entitlement to be petted.

There I was slightly leaned over to give the frisky feline a nice scratch on the head, when I hear a gruff voice, spoken in just above a whisper (but obviously meant for My ears) “Here sweet pussy, pussy! Lemme get somma that.” And then the sounds of teeth and lips smacking together and a “Mmmmhhhhmm”.

Ugh! Disgusting jackass.

I slowly (but gracefully) turned to face this idiot. My first thought was that I was looking at Bozo the Clown. Bright pink bandanna, cowboy hat, curly-q mustache, baggy pants, and a bright red nose that told Me he was more than familiar with the Anheuser-Busch family. There was no way I could walk away from this chance; I couldn’t wait to lay into this fucker.

He got a big grin on his face, and in the most idiotic drawl I have ever had the displeasure of hearing, said, “Well, dang, I don’t know if you’re purttier from the front or the back! Looks like evy view is a good’un!” He gives accents a bad name, lol.

I saw the lady behind the counter cringe, and even the kitty ran off. I cocked My head to the side, gave him a slow, sweet smile, but let My eyes give him a hint of what My mouth was about to say. He blinked a few times, his eyelids kind of drooped and even his mustache curled down a bit, and then his back kind of slumped. He started walking backward as I walked toward him.

I heard a snicker from the counter and a *ahem* from somewhere else in the store. I was focused on My prey like a hawk; he knew he had made a huge mistake. Someone let out a bit of nervous laughter somewhere in the store.

I was slinking in his direction like a cat to an ugly mouse, claws drawn and ready. He was like a cartoon man walking the wrong way on a banana peel; his feet were moving but he wasn’t getting anywhere. I swear, it was absolutely priceless to watch him squirm away from little ol’ Me!

I said, “Save your idiotic come-ons for your blow up dolls, Barnum Bailey.” ( I swear his mouth then turned into a great big “O”, just like a blow-up doll *hehe*) “I bet the smell of soft plastic and balloon air gets your little cocklet as hard as a peanut, doesn’t it?” I moved in closer to him, My perfectly pedicured foot in My cute sandals sliding on top of his boot. I pressed down hard with the ball of My foot–he stumbled back, grunting.

“You know, you sure do have a pretty mouth, boy. [ty “Deliverance” LOL!) If you’re really interested in Me, we could go back to your mom’s basement, put you on your filthy mattress, and I could show you what women really want by using your ass as My own personal pussy. What do you say, cowboy?” “You want Me to show you My version of getting pussy?”

His mouth twisted into a grimace-smirk, “Yous kiddin’ me, aintcha?” He looked utterly confused and a little scared.

I just barely laughed and very slowly shook My head, lightly licking My lips. (I wouldn’t touch his nasty ass with someone else’s strap-on, but I wanted to watch him squirm)

He looked at Me like I had suddenly grown horns, thought for a second, *almost* made a remark, then hot-footed it out of the store, looking over his shoulder one last time as I said, “I don’t know if you’re uglier from the front or the back, but that saggy ass looks like it’s been used a time or two!”

The lady behind the counter was red as a beet when I checked out. The only words she said as I took My bag to leave were — “I bet he’ll think twice next time he wants to talk nasty to a Lady. He looks like he prolly does take it up the butt!”

Haha! The way she said it was soooo funny, I wanted to crack up right there. Somehow, I held My composure. *hehe*

Guys:

There’s nothing wrong with complimenting a beautiful woman, but when you do, be respectful. Vulgarity gets you nothing but hurt feelings, possibly physical pain, and a ton of embarrassment. Being nasty is just….nasty!

Of course, that jackass is probably at home right now, listening to mommy call him for dinner as he tries to finish jerking his teeny-weenie to the memory of My voice (and probably My ass, too; lol) and a copy of Brokeback Mountain. (a movie I happen to adore, by the way; I hope this doesn’t ruin it for Me, lol. )

Message Me on Niteflirt

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?

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.

The weather here is gorgeous! I’ve been gone for most of the day, but just thought I would pop in to see what’s happening in cyberworld.

Most of My regulars are out of town this weekend, so this has all come together perfectly. I can spend the day refreshing My devious mind while being escorted across My lake in a canoe. Yes, I have one of My boys here today and his only assignment is to make sure I am kept cool, coasting along the lake, refreshed and relaxed. I’ll read while he does all the grunt work.

Once we return from the lake, I am putting him to work in My house for domestic chores. He is so eager, but I really think he’s most anxious to get on the lake and try for a glimpse of My lovely breasts and perfect ass. LOL! Does he think I’ll be wearing a swimsuit today? Ha! It’s not quite that warm, but maybe I’ll tease him with a skimpy tank and a pair of well-fitting shorts. The sight of My legs and a glimpse of My pretty feet in My cute sandals will surely send him over the edge. Good thing I’ll have an extra paddle with Me — If he gets too distracted I will really send him over the edge– I’ll paddle his ass right over the side of the canoe! I wonder if he can swim?

I won’t be available most of the afternoon, but I have left My appointments on. You can set up an appointment through Niteflirt, and when I return this evening I’ll take calls — If I feel up to it. Then I can tell you all about My day and you can figure out how you’re going to make it even better for Me. Today is lovely– don’t fuck it up boys!

– Ms. Nicole

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.