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

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

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

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

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

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

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