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

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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Your Shopping List is Ready!

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


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


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


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


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


*smoochies*


~Mistress Avarice
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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…"
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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
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