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!

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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
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

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

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...

Call Your Mistress

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

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

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