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

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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

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
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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.

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~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.

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