How to Make Your Princess Purr

I can come across as harsh and bitchy. As avaristic, greedy and spoiled even! But I've realized that compared to many other Dommes, I'm really just a pussycat. *g* I can see my regular phone domination callers shaking their heads at my (according to them) obvious mis-statement.

But it's honestly true. In fact, I am so feline oriented that I allow one of my favorite slaves (widdle tommykins) to call me by a "pet" name...Mistress Kitty. You probably don't want to try that the first few times you call my Niteflirt Mistress Line. You see, like any contented kitty, I do have claws.


Will I employ my claws right away? Maybe. But probably not. When one petitions to become a slave, it is implied that said slave knows exactly what he is getting himself into, (with all that entails) and if he doesn't, well, then it seems to me that there is a lesson that needs to be learned. Guess who the teacher is?!!,


Like a kitten I can be playful, precocious and cuddly. I can also be cunning, aloof, arrogant and sly. I dislike "playing" the cruel Domina, although she is a part of me, and you no doubt will come to both dread and pray for her arrival.


Speaking of "prey", the submissive boy is my natural prey. I will tease and toy with your emotions, gently tug on your heart and then give it a good yank before I slowly rip it out. I will turn you into the type of man you've always despised; a weak, pathetic, dithering fool, totally enslaved with no hope for escape.


You wanna make your Princess purr? All you have to do...


is...


Give me Everything!


Your money (of course!)


Your heart


Your soul


Your devotion


Your submission


And anything else you have that has any value whatsoever.


It doesn't take much to satisfy me.


After all,


I'm just a pussycat!


As always,


~Mistress Avarice
1-800-TO-FLIRT EXT: 0339-0707

Your Shopping List is Ready!

I'm not sure why they call it a wishlist. It basically implies that I may or may not get what it is I want. That's ridiculous.


Anyway, your shopping list is ready. I have items at all price points so that no matter what your station in life, you're still able to spoil your favorite domina. I prefer shiny, glittery things, but there's nothing on the list I don't like.


This does bring up a sensitive point though...if you're not bringing in enough money to properly spoil and pamper your avaristic princess, you really need to look into bringing in more cash. Surely you can get a second job, quit smoking or drinking, skip lunch, and/or sell some things you have lying around you're really not using, such as your bedroom furniture or your television.


You need to tell your wife and/or girlfriend that the two of you will be eating at home exclusively from now on, and that she needs to learn to do her own hair and nails. Everyone needs to have priorities.


I'm making this post short and sweet, because you have shopping to do!


*smoochies*


~Mistress Avarice
1-800-TO-FLIRT  ext: 0339-0707

Sex and the Sissy Boy

Perhaps your fantasies involve something a bit more adventurous than your Goddess dressed in lingerie and thigh high lace up boots (although that is very hot, if I do say so myself!) Maybe you even fantasize about me catching you playing with my lingerie. Are you caressing it against your cheek, sniffing it, or rubbing it up against your nicely swollen clitty? In any event, there I am, standing over you, tapping my foot…what are you going to do?!!
Exactly what I tell you to do of course! I laugh as you stutter, trying to talk me out of my plan. I repeat my instructions slowly and firmly so that there can be no mistake.
You will do it NOW.
I enjoy watching your cheeks change from an embarrassed flush, to the deeper red of mortification. You've fantasized about this for so long, but now that the moment is here, you're not sure you can go through with it.
But you will.You know that tone, don't you? You know that no one can resist me when I've made up my mind. My voice is still as sweet as honey, but with steel undertones. You realize you have no choice.
You WILL do as I say.
Your eyes widen as I hand you a pair of pink and black rumba panties in just your size. The realization hits you that perhaps you've been set up. Is it even possible I've known all along? Did you really think I was ok with you perving my panties and other private attire?Your little sissy clitty hardens as you pull them on, then hardens even more when I hand you the matching bra and thigh high stockings. You don't even bother to protest now. You know it would be futile, and besides…you're enjoying this too much.
I've taken a bit of pity and bought you a pair of two inch kitten heels to complete your ensemble. I did not take pity on you with the makeup I throw your way, however. It's one of the cheapest drug-store brands made. Even if you knew the proper way to apply makeup you would look like a cheap whore. And you don't know how to apply it well at all. A Halloween wig with cheap blonde hair is the finishing touch. Don't you look pretty?
I can't help but laugh as I lead you over to a three way full length mirror and force you to pose for me. I snap a few pics of you bending over showing off your ruffled rumba panties, and a couple of you blowing kissy faces.Following my instructions you crawl over and begin to worship my purple Louboutins and my black La Perla stockings. Your relief is evident but fleeting as you believe we're near the end of your humiliation.
Not hardly, slave. In fact, it's just beginning.
A fact I see registering on your face as soon as I whisper in your ear, "Get my keys slut boy, we're going out…"
Mistress Avarice on Niteflirt
1-800-TO FLIRT EXT: 0339-0707

Rules for an Enjoyable Erotic Phone Session

A good erotic phone session is like a dance. It's a back and forth, a give and take. One way to guarantee an unsatisfying session is to answer my queries on your interests with "I like anything, Mistress" or "Please dominate me, Ma'am." When I ask you about yourself, tell me. Be open and honest. That will give me a basis with which to begin the seduction and, of course, your inevitable addiction. Tell me about the fact that you're a secret panty sniffer or you dress up in your wife's clothes every afternoon, knowing she could be home at any moment. Tell me about your boot fetish, and the fact that you fantasize about having your cock locked up in a leash, while you're paraded around in front of a group of giggling ladies. Seriously. Tell me.

Does that mean I'm going to be a service top and cater only to your whims? Silly boy…you should know better than that. I'm much too selfish, and it is, of course, all about me! An intelligent Domme learns everything about her submissive boys she possibly can. A good Domme knows things about her boys that they themselves may be unaware of. I take my time to learn these things and I keep them for future use. At times they will be used for your pleasure, and at other times, for mine. The two are not necessarily mutually exclusive, but, they definitely can be!

Another thing to keep in mind for an excellent phone session; remember to speak up! Don't call me when you have to whisper. It may be hot to call me while your wife is asleep next to you, or you're in your office and the secretary might hear, but if I can't hear your fantasy, I can't do it. If you want to have a "no talk" session (with just me doing the talking) set it up with me in advance. Otherwise we're both going to end up frustrated. I personally can't stand to be frustrated.

It's true that there's a lid for every pot, but it's also true that sometimes people just don't click. You may not like my voice (ridiculous notion, isn't it?!) or I may find your fantasy of being dressed up like a naked clown and having a pie in the face a tad silly. That's ok. For whatever reason, sometimes two people just don't have that connection. That doesn't mean serving is not right for you. You have to find the one you connect with. Two Dominas I can highly recommend as I know them personally as friends are Lady Koregan and Milena Rouge. They are smart, sexy, and in control at all times.

Finally, have fun with it. Erotic entertainment is just that: entertainment. Don't be afraid to laugh once in while. (not at me of course, but you know what I mean.) Just because I sometimes hurt you doesn't mean it can't be enjoyable as well. *lol* Be respectful and open to suggestions. Finally, when you call for your erotic phone session, sit back and enjoy the ride. Who knows where it might lead?

~Mistress Avarice
1-800-TO-FLIRT ext: 0339-0707

What’s in YOUR Wallet?

Probably not much if you've found yourself under the control of a seductive and controlling Financial Mistress such as myself. There may even be times when you wonder if it's normal for you to indulge your financial fuckery fantasies to such an extreme. Trust me, it's not. But that's ok. My boys aren't like every other man on the street. They have a purpose and a goal in life, which is to make Me their very spoiled and adored Financial Goddess.

It's possible you've met men very much like the ones who serve me in your everyday life. You may have wondered why. Why do they do everything their wife (or Mistress) demands? Why are they so pussy whipped? Why don't they just say no? Well, silly boy…because. Because they have a Financial Domination Fetish. It gets their little winkies hard when they think of a beautiful, strong, intelligent woman using them for everything she can get.

That's right, they spoil me and allow me to screw them over ("the harder the better, maam") and the entire time they can hardly keep their hands off their peckers. Preposterous I know, but…it is what it is.

But what if you're one of those pathetic money machines?

Should you feel ashamed? Yes.

Embarassed? Most definitely.

You see, Financial Fuckery can't happen in a vacuum. I want you to go home feeling as if I just bent you over my couch and inserted a ten inch strap on sans lube. I want you to feel you were well and truly fucked but definitely not kissed. Humiliation and degradation should be your constant companions. If they're not, you're not giving enough. Fix it.

Financial Domination is the purest form of power exchange there is. You give me everything, and I may deign to use you more. Hold back, and you're out.

You may request a financial slave contract from me, (hint; they're not free) or you may call me on Niteflirt to discuss arrangements.

Until then I am, Greedily yours,

~Mistress Avarice
1-800-TO-FLIRT ext: 0339-0707

The Making of a Mistress

I really can't tell you exactly when I first realized my place as a Domme. As a Femme with Dominion over men. Both in phonesex and in real life. Like many girls, and later as a lady, I became used to being fawned over and feted. I've always enjoyed male attention, and have never had a lack thereof…

But exactly when the charm became a type of charismatic control, well that would be more difficult to pin down.

Like most little girls, I was spoiled and adored. I came to accept that and expect that as my right. When I got to high school I learned most boys were unseemly, ungainly, and didn't know a thing about girls (or women!) So of course, if I wanted a boy, I had to train him. It was a lot of work as you can imagine because well, high school boys, they're not that bright. Especially with a hard on. They learned to treat me in ways other girls could only envy; they brought me candy and flowers, opened my car door for me, and learned to control their baser desires. (well…I controlled their baser desires)

By the time I was in college, I expected more from my men than just candy and flowers. The dates were more lavish, the presents more opulent, but one thing did remain the same. I still had complete control over their most prized possessions. (besides me, of course!) If you think a college boy's most prized possession is his car or his favorite guitar, you're just as silly as they are. We all know…the thing they want to be known for, the thing they want to be envied and admired for…is basically just six inches of dangling flesh. (more or less!)

I came to realize and to capitalize on that knowledge and for their desire to be even more controlled. The more I taunted them and teased them, the more I humiliated and debased them, the quicker they were to do well…whatever I wanted! I will admit that I sometimes let this power go to my head. To this very day, I can be in any situation anywhere, and with just a certain look into the eyes of a stranger, I know I've just taken over another weak, pathetic male.

Right now you're either thinking "but all men aren't like that", (no, they're not, but the majority are) or you are like the majority and just dying to reach into those trousers and start touching that thing. You know I control you with it, you know it makes you weak and it makes me laugh, but…you just can't help it can you? It's time for you to call me, and tell me just how weak and pathetic you are. Tell me how much you need to surrender that cock to the power of a strong, feminine phone sex Mistress. Tell me…

~Mistress Avarice
1-800-TO-FLIRT ext: 0339-0707