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

Why Women Are Superior

"Whenever women have insisted on absolute equality with men, they have invariably wound up with the dirty end of the stick. What they are and what they can do makes them superior to men, and their proper tactic is to demand special privileges, all the traffic will bear. They should never settle merely for equality. For women, "equality" is a disaster."
— Robert A. Heinlein

For far too many years, women fought for "equality". This was an important and monumental fight. One in which women (of course!) emerged victorious. Unfortunately, some women don't realize we have won the war and are still fighting a battle for equality. This puts me in mind of a cat fighting for equal rights with dogs. It is silly and takes away from the cat's natural superiority and elegance.

I have a cat who is always trying to sneak out when I open the door for the dogs, but, once she gets out there, she's out of her element, and all too pleased to come back inside where she belongs. Cats, like women, are made to be pampered, spoiled and adored. A dog will love you no matter what, but a cat will give you the affection you have earned. Dogs, (like men) are trainable, lovable and a bit uncouth.  What equality are women looking for?

I, for one, do not want equality. I expect to be treated as the Royal and Superior Princess I am. Like the cats I mentioned earlier, I was born to be pampered, spoiled, and yes, adored. I believe all women are superior, and that men should treat them all as the queens they were born to be, even if the women themselves don't realize their own worth.

A good boy knows his place and is happiest and most fulfilled when doing what he was born to do; to love, pamper and worship women, in particular (natch!) me! Whether you're calling my femdom phonsex line on Niteflirt, buying me items from my wishlist, or sending giftcards to my email, MistressAvariceNF@gmail.com, you are fulfilling your destiny, and, in turn, your own desires.

How best to please me should be the last thought you have at night, and the first thought you have when you arise. (no pun intended!) I am your Goddess, your mentor, and your guide. When you listen well and do as you're told, you will find that which you've sought. It's been here all along. It's always been...

~Your Mistress Avarice

1-800-TO-FLIRT EXT: 0339-0707

Zombie Slaves From Hell!!!

Many sub/slave boys who call my fem-dom phone fetish line have an idea in their head of the perfect sub, how he should act, and how he should perform. The problem is that perfect sub apparently, has no ideas in his head. He is there to do the bidding of the almighty and all-powerful domina, who will lead him down the path she has chosen for him. (which incidentally, just happens to be the exact scenario he's been fantasizing about and wanking to for years...who'da thunk it?)

In the real world however, Dommes are not mind-readers (well, in a power exchange scene, there may be a bit of that, but that's another subject entirely.) When you come to a Dominatrix, with your secrets and your fantasies in tow, but are afraid to share them, it makes it difficult to know you and therefore to direct and to lead you.

It is true that as the one in charge, it is my will that will be catered to, and you will be the means to that end. But every submissive is different, every power exchange has a different energy, as does every phone call. You may be the type of slave I want to continually keep edging...right on the precipice...until you are begging and pleading for a release you may or may not get.

You may have a shrinky dink winky; one I cannot help but laugh at. Or you may be a sweet little sissy slut, one who needs to be forced to service other men, or one who only serves beautiful dominas while wearing your pretty girly frocks.

Perhaps you're a perverted little pay piggy who can't wait for me to play raise the rate with you over and over until you are drained in every way. Or a cucky boy who needs to prove his devotion by lapping up every bit of cream pie my favorite bbc's can give. If CBT isn't your thing, imagine what it's going to be like for you when I force you to slap your balls with a hairbrush while applying toothpaste to the tip of your cock.

There are many types of domination and many kinds of submission. If you're a "zombie slave from hell" and don't let me know what it is you are about and who you are as a slave, don't be surprised if you find yourself in a situation you are not prepared to handle. You may write to me before our session, or just be prepared to show yourself to me (fantasies and all) during our NiteFlirtphone conversations.

The most important thing of course, is just to pick up that phone and call!

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

This is Gonna Hurt Me More Than It's Gonna Hurt You...

It's kind of a joke amongst dominants. We enjoy saying it to the S-types and then laughing maniacally. Generally it's about as honest as the saying that a true dominant always tests everything out on themselves first. Yeah right. *lol* If you're in MY dungeon, YOU are going to be the guinea pig. Not me.

So last weekend (Labor Day weekend) I had slave richard bent over and cuffed to my iron spanking bench. (It's adjustable, and it's extremely heavy; just right for those willful male slaves who think they're doing *me* a favor by submitting.) This wasn't a session I had planned; he just happened to be there, and I had just received two matching hot pink and black floggers the day before and I was dying to try them out! I can report that they are perfectly balanced and a joy to work with.

We began with just a light double flogging session, and things were going very well. As I got further into it, the energy of the power exchange was palpable. When I put the penis gag in his mouth to muffle his moans, I could tell he was already in sub space and I could do whatever I wanted. I did whisper that line to him (this is going to hurt me more than it's going to hurt you) but I'm not sure he even heard it where he was. : )

The flogging got harder and more intense. I alternated flogging with a riding crop and a "pussy whip". *lol* I was really getting into it, and kicked my heels off. (six inches on a five foot two domme can throw off your balance when you're deep into a scene.) After a few more intense blows I moved to the front to whisper a few more sweet nothings in his ear. (my voice is all it takes to excite him, but the whip is a fun extra) then quickly moved back to continue the torture.

That's when it hit me. Well...I hit it. I ran into the iron spanking horse with all the force my little toe next to the pinky toe could. I didn't even have a safeword. I am not the type of Mistress who uses yelling and cursing to get my point across, but this was a special exception. I said words that would make the raunchiest porn star blush, and some they probably haven't even invented yet!

I was able to finally uncuff Richard, and he helped me upstairs. I'm pretty sure I broke that toe, but there was no use going to the doctor, because there's nothing they can do about a broken toe. The next day my entire left foot was black and blue. (Kind of like Richard's ass) So I've been limping around all week, glaring at my new fall boots and wondering when I will get to break them in. (so to speak)

Every day gets better, and stairs are getting easier, but it will probably be quite some time before I whisper those words to another slave boy. The pain is still all too real...

Call me on NiteFlirt!!

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

But Mistress, Does This Make Me Gay?

If I had a new Chanel purse for every time I heard this question, I'd have...well...lots of cool Chanel purses. (hint hint!) Generally I hear it when a sub type is either a. sucking cock for me, or b. contemplating sucking cock for me. There are other times of course.

One of my favorite cucky boys asks me this almost every time we play. I'm not sure if it's due to the fact that I've been slowly conditioning him to crave the taste of cum, the fact that he gets hard when he sees a huge cock, or how turned on he gets knowing I'm going to be very well fucked by that hard cock, something he can never do, no matter how "hard" he tried. *giggle* He's a cream pie addict of the highest order. So far the only cream he's had straight from the pump has been his own, but I know he's fantasizing about me taking it to the next level. It may or may not happen. I like to keep him guessing.

When I have a boy worship a real man for me, it can be very humiliating as well as extraordinarily hot. The boy has to put aside his own feelings of inadequacy and envy to do something that goes against his very nature. (at least at first!) I do believe that in order to serve, you have to be willing to serve in whatever way your Mistress requires, even if that means doing something you might never have considered.

I know, you're still wrestling (figuratively) with the question..."But Mistress, does this make me gay?" And my answer is...

It depends.

If you're sucking cock for pay to send the money to your dear avaristic Mistress, but your cock doesn't get hard while you're doing so, then I'm going to have to say probably not. If you're sucking cock for pay to send the money to me, and your cock does get hard but only because you're thinking about how I'm using you as my own little cock slut to get everything I want, then again, probably not. But if you're sucking cock, even if it's to send me money, but it's the thought of the cock that's getting you off, then...yes! It DOES make you gay.

Sadly for you, I do sometimes force my boys to cum to things that  normally wouldn't turn them on. I do turn them into my own personal little cum sluts. I call the shots, (see what I did there?) and yes, I've turned more than one "straight male" into a quivering pile of dick licking goo. If I order it, you will learn to beg for it, and you will learn to need it. So does that make you gay? Maybe so...

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

One of My Phone Sluts Perhaps?

Many of my phone sluts are not allowed to cum in a woman like real men are. One of them has a fluffy stuffed pink poodle he named Lola. He continues to make sure that poodle gets stuffed every single morning. Another has a favorite pillow. (if only his wife knew how used that pillow has been, I'm sure it wouldn't be in the house any longer.) Still another sneaks into his wife's panty drawers and releases his tension inside one or more pairs of panties, then leaves them there for her to find.

These losers release their meager little loads inside the things I tell them to because, quite honestly, I enjoy making them realize how pathetic they seem to real women, and because I don't want to take a chance on them pro-creating.

I've been surprised to find that some bedroom underachievers do this on their own without even being told. It makes me wonder if, somewhere in their tiny little brains they realize their nasty little squirts of sperm should not be used for anything that can cause conception.  I especially wonder when I see stories like this one.

This guy's walking down the street, minding his own business, when all of a sudden he sees a pink plastic raft. Of course the first thought in his mind is, "Hey, why don't I steal it and have sex with it?" Which he proceeds to do. In an ally. He gets busted and begs for the help he needs instead of jail. He really does need help as this has been an ongoing problem with him since he got busted in 2002 for "violating" an inflatable pumpkin.

Unfortunately for him, I doubt the jailers will let him call my FemDom phonesex line.  He is correct. He does need help, and unfortunately for him, the kind of help he's going to get where he's at will leave him walking funny for weeks.

So boys, the moral of this story is this: if you can't keep your pecker in your pants, if you want to wank but don't deserve a woman, if the only way you can get that teeny weenie up is to be forced to cum in inanimate objects, you NEED to give me a call. All new Niteflirt callers get three minutes free. That's probably all you need anyway, right?

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