Jingle Balls Casting Call

It's time for Mistress Avarice's first annual Bells on the Ball(s) and you (for once!) are the main attraction! If you want to be a star in my stable of sluts, you only have to dress up like Santa, an elf, or other seasonal creature and write "I am Mistress Avarice's Holiday Ho!" on your chest or other fun body part. Send the pictures (or film) to me at MistressAvariceNF@gmail.com.

Please nothing that is religion themed. This is just a fun holiday game, not something to make fun of peoples' beliefs. Some ideas to get you started; Santa hats, reindeer antlers, (jingle) bells,mistletoe, holly, (just don't get it confused with poison ivy!) tinsel (helps to make the season bright!) Wear a mask or keep your face out of the pics if you don't want to be recognized.  

I expect you to use your imagination to come up with your own particular holiday humiliation. Do it soon and do it now. If you're can't come up with a great idea that you think will please me, call me on my Niteflirt line and we'll cum up with it together. Of course, I can't promise you that you won't end up in the Blackmail Diaries, but that's a chance you're willing to take for my pleasure, isn't it? Now let the reindeer games begin!

~Mistress Avarice
1-800-TO-FLIRT Ext: 0340-5343

The Blackmail Diaries Part Three

As you may remember from the Blackmail Diaries Part Two, sissy slut elaine has been coming along nicely in her training. But then...Black Friday came along. It's one of my most favorite days of the year. Think about it, a day dedicated to shopping! How cool is that?

One thing I don't like about it though, is the crowds. People are getting crazier and crazier every year with this pushing and shoving and now macing each other. For what? A half-price iron? Ridiculous! I've been scheming for ways to make the holiday work for me, without *me* having to work for it.

Poor sissy slut didn't want to go shopping either. He wanted to stay home, drink beer, watch football and eat left-over turkey while his wife fought the crowds to buy Christmas gifts. As if. *lol* I pondered how to make this work in my favor, and it didn't take long before I came up with a glorious idea!

I made the sissy call me on a niteflirt phonesex phone line I had set up just for him, ($12.50 per minute, because I was feeling nice that day) and gave him his choices. He could either stay home and do what he wanted and buy me two things *I* really wanted, or he could wait until his wife left, dress up in her clothes, makeup, jewelry and one of her wigs (yes, some ladies really do still wear them outside of the bedroom!) and go shopping "with me" directing him over the phone.

I could tell the thought of me directing him around Victoria's Secret while he tried on lacy underthings excited him, but the fear of being seen by his wife and her sisters kept him home and me in control. (of course!)

So, I got my XOBetsey Johnson boots (and I LOVE them!) and my new canon video camera a few days later. Elaine is such an obedient little slut. I can tell he can feel the leash get shorter, and I know this scares him. That gets me excited. So, slut boy...the 12 days of Christmas are fast approaching...do you even want to know how I'll use you then?

Links:
Blackmail Diaries part I
Blackmail Diaries part II
Blackmail Diaries part III
Blackmail Diaries part IV

~Mistress Avarice
1-800-TO-FLIRT Ext: 0340-5343

These Are a Few...

of my favorite shoes! Silly Shoe Slut asked me to post pics of  some of my favorite shoes. I think he assumed I'd take the pics wearing them. But no...that'll cost ya, slut! *lol* But just so you know my taste in shoes (assuming you don't have the good sense to just buy the ones off my wishlist!) I'm posting some of my faves today. : )

I'm not doing boots today...maybe another day.

~Mistress Avarice

1-800-TO-FLIRT Ext: 0340-5343

Just For My Sluts!

It's now even easier for you to reach me to set up appointments or have me watch you on cam. (yes, you do have to call me for that!) Purchase my Yahoo ID, and you'll have direct access to your favorite Mistress!

Listen, Obey, Pay. (Recorded Instructions for Slut Bois)

Listen and Obey.
Close your eyes
and let my voice wash over you
like a cool breeze in summer.
Don't think,
just obey.
Life is so much better
when you listen to Mistress Avarice.
You are so much happier
when don't have to think or decide...
just obey.



Listen and Obey


  ~Mistress Avarice1-800-TO-FLIRT Ext: 0340-5343

Pay Piggy or Wank-Addicted Poser?

I posted this on a forum discussion I was involved in, and since it's important to know yourself before you search for what you want, I thought I'd bring it over here and expand on it a bit.


The first thing any potential money slave needs to do is to make up your mind whether you actually are a money slave and want to live it, or if it's just some kind of wank fantasy for you. Either is acceptable, actually, but there's a difference on who you should contact.

If you just want the fantasy while your dick is hard, but don't want to follow through, call a phone sex operator who also does fin-dom. That way, you can talk about it (intelligently) and get what you want out of it, and the lady also gets (a little) something out of it.

If this is something you're serious about, there is nothing wrong with getting to know the fin-dom you're interested in, but sooner (rather than later) you're going to have to put your money where your mouth is. Basically, that means finding out from the lady you're interested in what you have to do to even be considered for a money pig position. Every lady has different requirements, and it's important to know what they are and follow them exactly if you hope to gain favor.

It's possible you don't know what you are; someone who gets off on the *idea* of being used by a sexy fin-dom, or someone who actually wants to live the lifestyle. If that is the case, you may want to try a combination of the above; making some phone calls to fin-doms who accept them, and dipping your toe into the water of actual financial domination. Wish Lists are always a good place to begin. Most ladies have wishes in all price points, so finances should not be an issue for most.

Please understand that fin-doms are inundated with the first type of guy (and many of the second) but until you prove that you are serious, it's difficult to sort the wheat from the chaff. We must assume, therefore that without proof to the contrary that most of you are chaff. (even if you're not) 

There are also, (alas) not unlimited hours in the day for us to get to know each and every one of you. We have to be selective in who we allow to take up our time and energy. Just as you should be selective when choosing what and who is right for you.

You will know when you've found the right one. Her voice will call to you above all others. Her eyes will hypnotize, her words entrance. You will find yourself thinking about her throughout the day when you should be concentrating on other things (such as work and your wife)

When you've found the right one and she has accepted you, and a true power exchange has begun, yes, you will still get off on the idea of spoiling a demanding sexy domina, but you will also genuinely need to please her. It will make you happy to satisfy her needs, even if you have to give up some of your wants.

I'd love to hear from some of you who have found the lady of your dreams or have in the past. I love to read about true (read monetary) power exchanges. They are the sexiest ones of all.

~Mistress Avarice1-800-TO-FLIRT Ext: 0340-5343

For My Foot Fetish Boys

"Toe"tally and "sole"fully yours...

~Mistress Avarice

1-800-TO-FLIRT Ext: 0340-5343

The Blackmail Diaries Part Two

So things have been going very well since sissy slut elaine got herself in the blackmail predicament we talked about last time. I've gotten some super cute outfits, a beeeyouuuuteeefullll pair of boots, some gift cards, and, of course, my favorite-CASH!

We've got a pretty nice little thing going, now. By a pretty nice little thing, I mean I tell her what to do, and she does it. *lol*

We did have a bit of an issue a few days ago, however. It was his (oops, I mean her!) birthday, and she wanted to "take some time off". Pfffttt...yeah, right!  For some strange reason, she didn't realize that when it's her birthday, I get the presents. Silly slut!

Slut elaine's wife was making her a cake that day. Not just any cake, but a tuxedo cake that takes hours (or days depending on how you do it) to make. Apparently with this type of cake, you make three (or four...not sure) layers. Some of the layers are regular cake, and some are mousse. It's apparently very labor intensive and supposed to be very delicious. Elaine was so excited.

Until I told her she couldn't have any. Not a lick, nor a crumb. Nor any other "dessert" her wife had in store for her that evening. I hadn't yet received my present, so why should she get to enjoy hers? I warned her that she better get to Western Union quickly because her wife was not going to be as understanding as I am about things. *g* I had money in hand and was at Macy's within the hour buying my birthday boots, much to my (and Mrs. slut's wife's) delight! (oh if only she knew...are you reading this, slut?...)

I did allow her to enjoy a small piece with her family that evening, and even sent her some cute new pics of me. (see, I can be nice...when I want to!) I told her that if she wanted to eat any more of the cake, she had to decorate it with her own slut sauce. She was embarassed at first and tried to protest, but eventually did admit to me that she likes it so much better that way. I've got the video to prove it. I wonder if Mrs. slut would recognize that cake she worked so hard on? Hmmm...

Sissy slut elaine is cumming along nicely...

Links:
Blackmail Diaries part I
Blackmail Diaries part II
Blackmail Diaries part III
Blackmail Diaries part IV

~Mistress Avarice
1-800-TO-FLIRT Ext: 0340-5343

The Blackmail Diaries

I've got a confession to make. I did something I didn't think I'd ever really do, and I'm pretty sure I don't want to stop it now. You might say I'm addicted. You might say I'm a bitch. I say I'm getting what I deserve, so I really don't care. : )

It started several months back with some fairly innocent role-play phonesex calls with a regular of mine. (slut boy elaine) Tease and denial, guided masterbation, feminization, the usual. For quite a while it seemed that was as far as it would go. But then, I had a brilliant idea. I decided to start watching him on cam, to make sure he was doing exactly what I instructed him to do.

Then, I had an even more brilliant idea. I decided to begin keeping copies of the "shows". At first, it was just another way to tease him; something to hold over his head so that he would be more responsive and pliable...uhm, ok...yeah...I guess it was blackmail right from the beginning...*giggles*

When I started demanding he send me a very nice weekly tribute even when we weren't on the phone or cam, he seemed bewildered. This wasn't something we had ever discussed, nor had he expressed an interest in it. Of course after I showed him the info (and videos) I intended to send his wife, he had a good wank about it, so perhaps this is something we were both working towards all along?

Generally, when I do erotic blackmail phonesex calls, it's agreed upon in advance, and I have my victims...erm clients, pay for and fill out a blackmail contract. It's all totally consentual. But I've never been more excited than when I first had Slut Boy Elaine squirming on my hook with no chance for escape.

Oh, and after that first wank of his? He cried. Like a little girl. I just laughed and raised the amount he has to pay me. It's a win/win situation. I get the money, and I get the power. Win/win!

Links:
Blackmail Diaries part I
Blackmail Diaries part II
Blackmail Diaries part III
Blackmail Diaries part IV

~Mistress Avarice
1-800-TO-FLIRT Ext: 0340-5343

The Itsy Bitsy Dicklette (Sung to the Tune of Itsy Bitsy Spider)

The itsy bitsy dicklette
tried to get hard and spout
but when she laughed it
wiped the cocklette out
she had some fun and
the weenie was in pain
and the itsy bitsy dicklette
tried to get hard again...

Now make up for your pathetic shrinky dink winky by buying me something!

Or, you could just call me and let me laugh at that pathetic piece of "wood-be" (yes, that's a pun) man-meat! Extra credit for any little dicked sissy who actually calls me up and sings this to me!

~Mistress Avarice
1-800-TO-FLIRT Ext: 0340-5343

Hypnoteased (and taught to please)

When I invited you over this evening, you thought it was because I wanted you to move some furniture, or to wash my car, or take me shopping. You're pretty used to the fact that I don't invite you over because I like you, but you really don't mind that too much, as long as it seems to everyone else (especially your friends) that I do.

The look on your face when I invited you in and offered you a glass of wine was priceless. You sat on the edge of the couch clutching the glass like a lifeline. It wasn't, of course. There was nothing that was going to save you from my plans for the evening...not even you...

I sat across from you on the sectional and started talking to you like I do people I really care about. You couldn't stop staring into my eyes, and you couldn't help yourself from responding to my voice, my eyes, and my smile. It wasn't long before you were telling me all about the fantasies you've kept locked up for so long. Almost all of them involved me, and in almost every one, I was sweet, loving and all yours.

Uhm...Yeah...right.

*giggle*

So anyway, after your second glass of wine, I could tell you were starting to trance out. You'd listen to what I tell you, then repeat it, over and over. You were such a good boy! 

My girlfriends and I have been laughing for months at the way you almost drool whenever you see me. (and at the way you behave when they're around.) We started calling you the pussy piggy, because you just can't seem to help yourself, even though no one will give it up for you!

I slowly brought you under and gave you your trigger word. If I say it, you say it, or someone else says it, your cock immediately gets hard, as if I'm right there telling you to touch it. You really can't help yourself, so, no matter where you are, you have a terrible urge to play with your winky. If you're with your boss or your family, you excuse yourself, run to the bathroom and try as hard as you can for release. Unfortunately for you, the trigger word only gets you excited...there's no release in store for you.

You know though, that I have the key...the key to unleash, to release, to make your dreams "cum" to fruition, so to speak. So you will always search me out, by calling my Niteflirt Femdom phonesex line, or if I'm not available, by calling one of my Niteflirt hypno-recordings.

You know that if and when you please me, that then (and only then) you will be allowed release. It's the one thing you want, the only thing you need. Pleasing me has become the only thing that's important, and you will do whatever it takes.

Laughing, I take the glass of wine from your hand, and show you to the door. I hand you my wishlist, give you a sweet peck on the cheek, and tell you to get to work. I remind you also that I have LOTS of buttons on my homepage, and that the more you click and pay, the closer to satisfaction you will cum....*wink*

It's time now...

Time to call you Mistress...

~Mistress Avarice
1-800-TO-FLIRT Ext: 0340-5343

Hypnotized into Blackmail

It all began so innocently. You called my Niteflirt Femdom phonesex line because you were feeling horny and you liked my pictures. I began with just a little small talk. It helped you to relax, which is exactly how I wanted you.

We started to talk about your fantasies, how you'd always wanted to be owned and controlled by a strong Mistress, but how you knew it could never happen. You claim to be an alpha male in your business life, and aren't in the habit of letting others run things.I giggle a bit then instruct you to lay back and relax...to just close your eyes for a while.

I began talking softly to you, telling you about myself, my life, what happens to slaves under my control, all the while asking you questions that seemed innocent enough at first. You were so relaxed and calm, listening to my voice. It's soothing, beguiling and mesmerizing all at the same time. Soon you were softly repeating my words as I led you deeper and deeper into your trance.

You had some perception that time passed, but no memory of what was said. You felt happy, energized and at peace. Which is rather ironic considering what was to come. While you were under, my dear little freak, you gave me all the information I need to blackmail you. You were such an easy little mark (a bit disappointing actually, as I do like a challenge) telling me all your personal info, your name, address, social security number, wifey's name, place of employment and your boss and co-worker's names, and (one of my favorites!) your credit and debit card numbers with the pins and verification codes.

I didn't even ask for your bank info.Yet. You'll give that to me soon enough. You see, you also volunteered some very interesting information about yourself. You told me how you put a hidden camera in the guest bedroom, so that when your wife's sister stays over you can watch her as she gets undressed. You told me that you always volunteer to do the laundrey when she's over, and what you do with her panties before you wash them. (except the pair you stole and still sniff and lick to this day) I'm sure you don't remember telling me about the fantasy of your wife catching you, then donning a strap on and fucking your little man pussy until you cry. But I do. Shall I play the recording back to you?

My little man isn't so alpha now, is he? I love being in control of cocky little men like you. I do insist on total submission; that means when I say do something, you do it NOW. Busy at work? Too bad, do it. Wife won't let you? Too bad, do it. REALLY don't want to? Too bad, do it.You see how this works now? Good.

Call me now, slut. I have an assignment for you.

~Mistress Avarice
1-800-TO-FLIRT Ext: 0340-5343

Just a Teeny Tiny Problem

So I've been playing with the little dicked lady boys at Mistress Mindy's site for underendowed boys, and I just have to say WOW! Who knew there were so many shrinky dink winkys in the world? No wonder women are kissing other women more and more often! It seems that real men with nice big hard cocks are getting harder and harder (*lol*) to find.

Let's face it guys, size does matter. You don't have to be Ron Jeremy hung, but you should have something I can find easily without a magnifying glass or a microscope. Those of you who have obvious shortcomings know who you are. You've known it since the first locker room incident, when you realized that all the guys around you had...cocks! And yours, sadly, was more like a little tiny clitty. You've known it since you had your very first girlfriend; that sweet and shy girl who laughed out loud the first time she saw it, and promptly ran off to tell all her friends.

Since guys with thumbelina dicks obviously can't be used for what most men with real cocks are intended for, I must get creative and cum up with ways you can serve me. I LOVE money of course, and you should send it to me as penance for being an inferior male with an inch worm peenie. Send gift cards and cash cards to me at MistressAvariceNF@gmail.com  Money doesn't buy happiness of course, which is why you should also be buying out my wishlist as often as possible, because everybody knows presents make greedy girls happy!

Other than that, you're pretty useless. You should definitely start wearing panties (not the pretty kind) just in case you get the mistaken idea some girl would actually want to sleep with you. Once she sees the panties and the so-called package inside, well...let's just say you'll probably end up taking her shopping to make up for it.

To recap: If you have a teeny weenie, you need to keep it in your panties and not annoy those of us who are used to having guys with real penises. You need to over-spend to make up for your inadequacies. Send me money. Buy me stuff. Then, call me on Niteflirt so I can laugh at your itsy bitsy dicklette.

~Mistress Avarice
1-800-TO-FLIRT Ext: 0340-5343

Why Men are My Bitches (AKA the Lassie Effect)

So I was talking to a friend the other night and an advertisement for a new Lassie movie came out. I asked her why they always used a male dog to play Lassie. She looked at me like I had just grown two heads.

"You mean you really don't know?" She said. "It's because males are easier to train."

I had to think about that one for a while. Especially when one of my "Real Man" guy friends also threw in that males are more intelligent. *lol* Poor guy should have stuck with easier to train.

I can kind of see that. Women know what they want and how to get it. Men know what they want but are often times chasing their proverbial tails trying to get it. A woman can glance at a man and with a crook of her eyebrow and a smile, he's already figuring out how to do whatever it is she wants. Women are like cats; sleek, graceful and in control, whereas men are generally panting, slobbering, mutts just begging for attention.

Men are basically just pets on two legs. They all know they're owned. Some of them just accept it better than others.

Call me on Niteflirt.

~Mistress Avarice
1-800-TO-FLIRT Ext: 0340-5343

The Bimbofication of the Submissive Male

All men are sluts. It's a known fact, and there's not many who would deny it. But...my sluts...well...they're in a category all their own. They start off wanting to do anything and everything. They are such eager little things!

As obedience training progresses, they realize that there may be things they don't actually want to do, or are just uncomfortable about. For some reason, they feel that they have some sort of choice...that I'm asking them to do something, not commanding.

The first twinges of nervousness generally appear when a man realizes I intend to have total control over his cock. At first, this is just a hot idea, a fantasy. Then, when his will and his control are slowly slipping away, and he has to come to me just to get it hard, it starts to dawn on him...the enormous amount of say I have over his life, and his pleasure. I tell you in the beginning that your cock will belong to me. You should learn to listen and appreciate what that means and everything that entails.

Just allowing you to get hard is only the beginning, though isn't it slut? You, like most men, feel that you deserve pleasure. You think you deserve the ultimate reward of being allowed to cum. Do you remember that pesky little detail about ME having control over your cock? Well, now comes (sorry, no pun intended) the fun part. I lead and you follow.

It goes something like this: edge, denial, edge, denial, edge..."Please Mistress, I'll do anything..."
"Of course you will slut puppy. Now click all my tribute buttons while torturing your balls."
*whimper* "Yes Mistress"
then back to, edge, denial, edge, denial, etc.

The fun part is, this little game has endless possibilities. It's always fun when I rape your wallet, and I never get tired of it, but I do like to mix it up every now and then. I love to train strong straight men to crave the taste of cum, to long to suck a dick, to dress up like a pretty little slut, and to beg to be fucked by a strap on or by a real man's cock, turning you into a mindless little fuck-toy for my boyfriends and I to play with. I  like to call it bimbofication. The more you protest and cry, the more I like it.

You thought you knew what you were doing when you gave me total control over your life, your cock and your wallet. You thought you had it all under control. Now you're nothing more than a junkie, living for the next fix and your next phone call or hypno-recording with Mistress Avarice.

It's time for another fix, slut monkey! Call me now.

~Mistress Avarice
1-800-TO-FLIRT Ext: 0340-5343

Cock Control

So many of you just can't keep your fingers off that thing. It's like, you're the only one who ever had one, and you have to keep checking to make sure it's still there. You can leave it alone for a while. I promise it will be there when you get back to it. I also promise you're not the only one who has one, and yours is not that special.

But what if, you're out somewhere and the urge to play with it just won't go away? What if you're at your mother in law's house, church, or at work? Are you just supposed to ignore it and hope nobody notices? What if you absolutely HAVE to rub one out NOW?

I suggest you set aside some time for a cock control phone session  with me. I will teach you what you really should already know. You have no business trying to maintain control of that thing, as you personally have no control. You need to hand the reigns over to a strong, confident domina such as myself. I will teach your penis to follow my lead so that you can relax and concentrate on more important things such as spoiling me! After all this time with your cock in control of you, it will be such a relief to give that power to me. 

As back-up to our phone sessions, and when I'm unavailable to take calls, you can listen to my hypno-cock control recording. Listen to it over and over again. Learn to follow, learn to listen, learn to put your cock (figuratively) into my very capable and well-manicured hands. I will warn you in advance, the more you listen to it, the further under my control you will become. Eventually, I will own all of you, body soul and cock.

I'm quite sure this guy wishes he would have called me to learn how to control his pork sword. He was hard at work (literally) in a customer's home installing Comcast cable. Apparently he was so bedazzled by the 24 year old young lady, that all he could think about was stroking his power drill, so when she turned her head, well...that's what he did. That of course, earned him an invitation to the county jail, a place I don't suggest visiting unless you're ready to learn some variations on penis control!

The moral of this story, of course is, if you can't keep your fingers off your little friend, it's imperative you seek the advice and leadership of someone who is capable of instilling the control that you need. You don't want to end up like Shane Wheatley, Comcast Cable's cockiest cable installer!

~Mistress Avarice
1-800-TO-FLIRT Ext: 0340-5343

Just a little Shoe and Boot Tease

I was going to write about the men who I see surrepticiously loving my feet, the men at the office, the guys in class, the doorman, the waiter, and just the everyday men I see on the street, but I figured it would be more fun just to tease you with my own.
I haven't been able to take any pics in the last couple of weeks because of the flogger incident, but, I do have enough to tease you with! Oh, btw, they are a perfect size six, with very high arches.

I love to do the dangle thing when I'm sitting in class or the office. I act like I have no idea anyone is watching (let alone drooling) over my innocent but sexy performance.

I've got one slave that absolutely drools over boots. He's addicted to me, but me in leather thigh-high boots just totally pushes him over the edge. I'd say I have an over-abundance of boots, but, really, who ever has enough boots?

I've seen some guys in the gym staring at me. Not at my ass or my legs, but my shoes. I know they're wishing I'd take them off right then and there and make them take a big long sniff. I'd love to force them back into my locker room, and make them sniff and jerk until they begged me to let them cum. We both know how that would end, don't we? *g*

Whether you like them, sexy, grungy, clean, or dirty, you're surrounded by them every day. Sometimes I wonder how guys like you ever make it through your day to day existence without having a wank every ten minutes or so.

Locked Cocks (and the men who miss them)

I know how hard it is for you. I don't mean difficult. *wink* To have your playtoy locked up in a cage like that. Yearning...straining...aching for release. But release never cums does it? (and neither do you!) Maybe if you could have kept your filty hands off of it when I told you to, things would be different. Maybe you wouldn't have found yourself locked up in a CB 6000, dreaming of release. (both kinds!)

I saw the excitement on your face when I told you what I was ordering. You thought I'd be "reasonable" (your words, not mine) Well guess what honey? I AM being reasonable. You just haven't figured that out yet. I love how attentive you've become, and how eager to please. One might have thought, since you called yourself a sub, that would have just come naturally.

But some sluts are harder to train than others. And some boys just can't keep their hands off their winkies. But you're learning, aren't you schnookums? Yes, you are. And I think it's just adorable the way you keep trying. How you seem to think that if you could only say or do just the right thing, that maybe...just...maybe...I might set that little thing free.

But sweetie, here's the thing. I like having total control over your cock. I enjoy the pained and hopeful look on your face in the mornings as I prance around the room wearing nothing but a wicked grin. I relish in your agony when I call you in to soap me down while I'm in the bathtub, and I delight in the look on your face when my girlfriends and I have a pool party and I make you oil up each and every one of us. Oh, and by the way, they know. Yep. Every single one of them. And yes, that is why they're always whispering and giggling when you're around.

From now on, when you get the urge to touch it, (but you can't) I want you to repeat over and over, Mistress Avarice Controls My Cock, Mistress Avarice Controls My Cock....repeat until the urge is gone. I know it's not as satisfying as a release, but, it will become more satisfying as time goes on. Soon, you will want nothing more than to serve me (and anyone else I command you to serve) while repeating your special mantra.

You'll get used to it, little one. You'll come (oops! sorry!) get to a point where you don't even miss it. It was just a dangly bit of skin between your legs anyway. Now you can serve me correctly, without the distraction that nasty little thing always gave you. Now crawl over here slut, and thank me properly for saving you from being nothing but a dirty nasty little wanker.

~Mistress Avarice
1-800-TO-FLIRT Ext: 0340-5343

Blackmail, Bitchboys and Avarice

You may have a heart of gold, but I have a heart made of fine diamond: tempered, glittery, and priceless. Some say my heart, like a diamond, is cold. But if you've ever held a fine diamond for any length of time, you know that it does warm up, and it makes you feel like nothing else in this world. (hint: if you want to impress me, send diamonds!)

Some, when looking into my eyes, and listening to my voice, become mesmerized, and regrettably for them, let down their guard. They tell me their darkest secrets, and their most humiliating fantasies, they share personal information, such as their names, social security and bank account numbers, as well as who they associate with. (wives, bosses, friends and other potential hazards)

Of course I make note of all this seemingly innocuous (most of it) information, even when it appears I'm barely paying attention. When you listen to the sweet siren sound of my voice, your cock is in control of you, and I, of course, am in control of your cock. It sounds complicated, but it's really very simple. A bitch boy with a hard penis equals I get what I want. Every. Single. Thing. Every. Single. Time.

Some people call what I do blackmail, and, from the outside, perhaps that's how it appears. But you and I both know differently, don't we bitch boy? You knew from the very first moment you learned of my existance (and possibly even before) that I would own you. You knew you'd give me everything, and that every time you do, your poor little cock just gets harder and harder. Just thinking about pleasing me makes your cock ache for release, but you know you're not allowed to even touch it until your Mistress is pleased.

It's time you start making yourself useful. Time to prove what a good little monkey boy you can be. My blackmail applications are exclusive and are not available as a link. When you can wait no longer, contact me by email, I will send you a payment request and you will pay it. Only then will I send the application. When you have filled out the form completely, send it to me for review. If you meet my approval, your servitude will begin immediately. If not, you'll have to buy it again and try harder. Not all sluts are worthy for me to even take their tributes. Luckily for them, there are other ways to serve your greedy Mistress Avarice, and some of them are listed here.

If you're nervous or scared (and you should be) call me on Niteflirt. We can discuss every aspect of your submission to me. You can listen to my voice slowly draw you into the web of your own dark hidden desires.

I'll talk to you soon...

~Mistress Avarice
1-800-TO-FLIRT Ext: 0340-5343

The Tell-Tale Cock

Guys are so fucking transparent. There's not much you can do to hide what it is you long for and exactly what you are. It's all over your face, in your eyes and even in that pathetic little whine in your voice as you somehow carry on a conversation all the while trying to pretend no one notices it.

But then we get to the biggest (or in many sad cases, the smallest) give away of all. The tell-tale cock. You can pretend the flush on your face is from too much beer, and the stutter was just an aberation, but when you keep having to reach down to adjust your pants, well...everyone knows what's going on.

Just so you know, it's not just Dommes and Phonesex Therapists who notice your little...problem...

You should just assume that well...everyone notices. From the lady at the dry-cleaners, your mother in law, your secretary, and the hot girl who just moved in next door. Even if it's teeny, it's obvious. In fact, in a way it's more obvious. There you are adjusting...well...nothing!

If you're one of the poor confused souls I've been teaching to crave cock and the taste of cum on my NiteFlirt phone sex line, well, your situation is (pardon the expression) magnified isn't it? Not only do all the women around you notice your unusual behaviour, but soon the real men will start giving you odd looks as well. (assuming they haven't already)

You might wonder why I'm telling you this. Maybe I'm trying to give you a (pardon the pun!) "heads up", so that you can rectify your behaviour. *lol* Think again, genius! The only thing more funny than a guy like you making a fool out of himself with that tell-tale cock, is a guy who knows he's doing it, and that everyone around him knows as well.

I want you to be aware of it at all times; at the board meeting when you're trying to be important, at the luncheon when you're attempting to be distinguished, on a date while your pretending to be manly, with your friends when you're trying to be just "one of the guys". Keep in mind that not only do *I* know what you are, but it's pretty obvious to those around you as well.

Am I enjoying this?

What do youthink?

Call me now and let's talk about it!

~Mistress Avarice
1-800-TO-FLIRT Ext: 0340-5343

Penile Servitude With No Hope For Release

Listen to My Voice




So you just happened upon this blog, and thought you'd have a bit of fun reading about a sexy dominant woman, and her thoughts on all things FemDom. But then, as you read, something started happening. Something you didn't expect, and can't control; your cock began twitching, and you've had an incredible urge to start stroking it, to my pictures and to my words.

There's a very good reason for that you see...your cock belongs to me. It has since the moment you stared into my mesmerizing grey eyes, and imagined burying your face in my silky red hair. You imagine how I smell, how I feel and taste; you wonder what it would be like to worship at my feet and show me what a good boy you can be. The more you think about it, the more insistant that feeling is...you want...no...you need to play with that cock.

But you can't, you see. I haven't given you permission. Yet.

But Mistress, I hear you all but cry, what will it take?

Why do you ask questions you already know the answers to? If you're not serving me financially, spoiling me with presents, and calling my NiteFlirt Femdom Phone Sex line to worship me, then you are not worthy to touch that little thing and you know it. You know it so well that the next time you attempt to play with your little toy, it's just not going to work right. You may be able to get a little spurt out at the end, but I guarantee it won't be satisfying.

Your cock already knows what your mind is trying to deny. It already belongs to me. I own it, and I control it. The only way you'll ever have true pleasure again, is to please me. Over and over again.

There are no guarantees of course. Just because you please me, does not mean I will necessarily allow you and that silly little thing the pleasure you seek. But it does give you a better chance. That's really all you can ask for when you've been given a life sentence of Penile Servitude with no hope for release...

Your sentence begins NOW.

~Mistress Avarice
1-800-TO-FLIRT Ext: 0340-5343

Greedy Greedy Avarice...

It was Benjamin Franklin who said "Poverty wants some things, luxury many, Avarice all things". Well...duh!! Yes, I really do want (and deserve!) it all!


But just in case you haven't checked out and bought out my Amazon Wishlist, here are a few more ideas on how to spoil me.

Send Me a Victoria’s Secret Gift Card!



Send me a Nordie’s gift card!



Send me a Sephora Gift Certificate!


Send me a Macy’s e-gift card!!


Send all e-gifts to MistressAvariceNF@gmail.com. Do it NOW!

These are of course, just a few ways to spoil me. I'm sure YOU can think of many more!!


~Mistress Avarice
1-800-TO-FLIRT Ext: 0340-5343