03.25.08
Why stuffed animals are banned by Niteflirt

Somewhat like a phone sex blog
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For those of you out there reading this: put down the coffee. Swallow whatever is in your mouth before you start listening to this video. And above all, turn your face away from the keyboard.
A very bad boy came into my office today. He had a history, you see. A while back he’d been caught sucking cock repeatedly, and finally he’d been sent to the horse farm where there were no males, only cruel dommes. But somehow he’d managed to get caught…
Had to interrupt the story at this point, since such things can’t happen in the realm of Niteflirt. But it turns out it was time to make a change in the educational trajectory of this bad boy. We transferred him into the cocksucking track. From now on he would be taking instruction from myself and the (very male) sports coaches on the proper way to suck cock and please the male of his Mistress’s choice.
Off he went to the school tattoo office, where his lower back was tattooed with “faggot ass” and an arrow pointing toward—what else, but his faggot man-pussy. I ended up screaming “FAGGOT! FAGGOT” at him, to his satisfaction and gratification.
Are you a loser who needs to be reminded of that fact repeatedly, loudly? Are you in for a treat! Call me and tell me just what a pathetic mess you are, and I’ll make sure you never forget it.
The caller was looking for a fantasy, not reality. He didn’t want a Mistress to tell him what to do to himself. He wanted to play out a fantasy.
He described himself in detail. I like guys who can get descriptive. It makes for a more elaborate fantasy when two people are conjuring it up together. Well, that cute British accent didn’t hurt.
He was not into pain, necessarily, but he was into caning. Forced bi. Cbt and castration, but he wasn’t one of those “ball-removal” guys who is fantasizing about being made into a girl. He was looking to get his balls completely crushed in the fantasy.
Hmm, a student gets called into the Principal’s office. He is told his crime—staring at the cleavage of the girl in the next seat—and made to strip naked, standing against the wall. He gets stripes on his ass, and is told to sit in a chair, where he is fastened in place. The seat of the chair opens, and his nutsack gets nailed to the backboard. After teasing him and telling him that the determination had been made that we would have to eliminate his balls to get him to focus on his education, I put some pressure on those balls, using my shoe.
In comes the gym teacher, who is planning on making our hapless student his bitch boy. He whips out his huge black cock and, between the two of us we make sure that the experience is satisfying—for the gym teacher, anyway. Then I put the spike heel of my shoe on his balls and slowly crush them until they are destroyed.
We unshackle him—he can hardly move now—bend him over my desk and rape his ass, while waiting for the nurse to come to bandage him up and the custodian to clean up the mess. What fun!
Really, now. The title was great. The rest, however, was a major letdown. The text of the mail was some sort of quasi-political drivel which was only there to keep from setting off the spam filters. I guess the sales pitch was in that image attached to the email. Didn’t look.
By the way, I’m getting tired of spam sent by idiots. Supposed women who want to be my pen pal but are sending the solicitation from an account with a man’s name, and emails from women who have enlarged their penii by 3 inches…to email titles that say the way to get a woman to give a blow job is to have a cock so large she would choke on it. Reality check time, guys. You have to earn that blow job. Being a fucking jerk isn’t gonna cut it. So cool it and learn yourself how to treat a lady, and maybe she won’t cut off your pathetic little cat dick and wee kitty balls in your sleep.
He’s BAAACK!!
Yes, foot bitch is back. That’s Principal Quattrano’s pussy-whipped foot bitch, to be specific.
Funny how a guy can be helpless to stop from revealing his weakest points to the person who is most in a position to exploit them…
What else drives him wild? Getting up close and personal with my toenail cheese.
I own him, and I’m reeling him in more and more al the time. I have him wrapped around my little finger. Sooner or later he will be merely my slave, my worshipper. And we all know that tithing is an important part of worship, don’t we?
Whoohoo, had a call on my foot and shoe fetish line from a guy who asked me at the 6 minute mark if I would let him cum. Mind you, at this point he had already put money in his account twice, which kind of makes him a cheap wanker, doesn’t it?
OH, NOEZ! NO CANZ DOEZ!
He kept putting more and more money in his account, until he finally swore he’d had enough and wasn’t going to call me anymore, regardless of how tightly he felt trapped by my silky voice, and how I pushed his buttons.
Telling him I owned him, he was just a piece of my property, and calling him my foot bitch. All these things elicited gasps and moans from him. After 46 minutes he ran out of money and did not recharge his account.
Did not recharge his account right away, that is. He called back about 15 minutes later and stayed on for 11 minutes that time.
Silly boy. I own you. You are mine. It is not up to you.
for every time a caller told me he would do whatever I wanted him to do, I wouldn’t be wealthy, but I sure could treat myself to something nice.
When the vanilla guy says this, it’s along the line of “I’m into everything”, which is clearly not the case. Most guys think they’re incredibly kinky, when in fact they’ve got one or two minor kinks and are basically pretty vanilla.
Once in a while a caller will tell me he’d like us to talk about some other guy’s fantasy - maybe the last guy I spoke with. Or the one I dread, “What’s the hottest fantasy you ever heard?” I try to figure out what he’s into, because a lot of the stuff I talk about is so off-the-wall that hardly anybody else could relate to it.
And of course there’s the Mistress call, where the guy tells me he’ll do anything I want, with no limits. Was he willing to turn his cam on the sink and wash dishes naked for me? Noooo…
Well, dammit, that’s what I wanted! How dare you defy your Mistress!
(Laughing at the losers)
I’m an entertainer. Give me half a clue what you want and I can do it for you. But don’t tell me you’ll really do “anything” for me, because you won’t…
So I work at another company besides doing Niteflirt. Actually, I make most of my money there, doing direct dial. Seeing as how it’s direct dial, we’re a no taboo company, which means we talk about just about anything the customer desires.
So this guy called, clearly was wanking as I took his name, address and credit card info down. I ran it and got an authorization, not really expecting him to wait for me. Sure enough, I dialed the number and got no answer.
So after a while he called back. Since we’re supposed to call the customer back on our free long distance, I tried again, still did not pick up. The next time he called, I did the call on the 800 number.
First he wanted to talk about “my” daughter, so I made him up some stuff. He liked talking about teenaged girls, but that’s a bore for me (unless I’m being the teen), so it was ok with me when he wanted me to “get nasty”, especially when he wanted me to bark. Err…bark?
“Arf! Arf! Woof-woof!”
“That’s so hot!” he said.
I was barely able to contain my laughter.
Then he wanted me to make toilet noises. I pulled up a fart soundboard I found while googling and played him some of the buttons.
Really, how could anyone resist? The call went twice as long as I expected, and he was pretty much overwhelmed by the farting noises.
OK…
Well, I’m back to work after my vacation. If you haven’t checked out my new Niteflirt page, go do it—a lot of guys are doing just that, and some are buying some of my photo sets, stories, or recordings.
Or go there just to admire the job I did on the page. It’s unique on NF, and it tells a whole lot about the Gold Star Academy of Discipline.
But that’s not what I’m here to talk about today. Today I’m going to talk about dumb emails I’ve received lately. I’m not even sure I want to talk about them much, because I think they speak for themselves. Some guys send me their bizarre fantasies in the hopes I’ll be willing and able to recreate them down to the tiniest finicky detail. Other guys just get off on sending stories to start an email exchange and have no intention of ever calling. And there are always scammers. So here goes…
Subject: iest rim job. Ready for the nast?
As the girls gym teacher you are responsible for decorum. This naughty young man was caught sniffing the girls panties while they were showering. You intend to make an example of him with a punishment he will never foget and you intend to have all the girls watch. I dare not protest, because I know that if I dont do what you want, then you will just turn the matter over to the principal and I will be suspended. I am in your power and you intend to make me remember this punishment for a very long time.
You call the girlks over to watch closely as you make me sniff up your skirt and the stench is overpowering - beyond belief. This time you explain you have deliberately not wiped your ass at all, and you intend for me to lick it clean, working my tongue slowly around the outside inwards. Cleaning the cheeks, and boy are they stinky. Next the rim and the stink almost knocks me out. Even several of the girls have had to back off cause the stench was so overwheling. Finally the crack must be licked and it is really stinky. I ask for mercy but you grant none. You insist I stretch my tongue deep inside the brown crack to lick the stink out completely. When done you invite the girls to come close and admire what a fine job I have done as all the stink is gone. As they move in closer you let loose on me, laughing that now I have to do it all over again. The girls are shocked and the stink is again overwhelming. Are you ready ??
I think I’ll pass on the nast this time around, thanks anyway.
Subject: What to do?
Hello, I would like to get a woman’s perspective on a situation that happened to me. First of all, I believe that women are superior and should be worshipped. For me this fact is evident whenever I see a woman showing off her legs with stockings and high heels. I feel immediately submissive to her. So what happened was I was in a shopping mall, and I saw a woman with amazing legs and was immediately mesmerized. But, she never knew how I felt, or knew how helpless I was. What should I do in this situation? How can I let her know that I am willing to buy those shoes she is trying on, or that I’m willing to humiliate myself for her amusement? Please, any advice would be helpful.
I suggested he call me so we could discuss it. I guess that was not the answer he was looking for, as I never heard from him again.
Subject: Your my #1 choice !..just don’t addcit me, cause..
..ahhh you do quicken my pulse like tooo much ! Just way too stimulating you are. I can’t believe what I read ( yes some men read ). I actually so luv looking at you even fully dressed & just using my very vivid imagination for the remainder. So you keep those clothes ON as that’s 1/2 this guys biggest fantasy. So then you will actually make the guy turn his CAM ON as you watch & direct him ?! Then you would use your exquisite tease & other skills while you watch the effect you have on him & the very male body. Hummmm yess, then you can work on making him go a full intoxicating hour ( or more ?! ) with you…without c*m-ing … or stopping/resting…. or else right ? I think this is called teasing and denial. Except for you sp*nk too ??! & ON CAM ?! Noooway..Please Angela !….can’t believe I am asking or writing this stuff down to such the attractive female ! Wow but you are my #1 choice since I can tell YOU & your erotics are as unique as they are real !
Ok here’s the difference. Take this guy’s cam on the a messenger where you can watch direct & type. …..only without the phone ( I’m just not into anything related to old fashioned phone sex ) and just pre bill me on the Niteflirt email for charge. This is easier on you and less takes a lot less energy then the phone does anyway. So why don’t I offer you say $50 for 1/2 hour increments. After all you can actually do other things, go away & come back to the computer many times to check on ‘things’, type a few lines etc many times in a 1/2 hour more or less. Then push me to another 1/2 hour. Another ? With $50 bonuses even, ummm, I’ll let you judge.
Please see my MY PHOTO which is attached. Do guys like me do this? If so …..you can be sure I do I would not do this with anyone if they were not so female and so utterly attractive. Anyone lessor ones I just could not do it. What do you think? I am… Anthony
I have Yahoo, the ID is under “AxxxxxxySxxxxxxxxxxxd”
Another dude looking for free cam. What a deal!
And ever the classic:
Subject: Midweek Morning Blues..
Hiya love,
Would love to chat today, but I am a little short on minutes.. Could I ask you to send 3 or 5 mins till next week when we can chat longer?
Thanks!
Thanks for the blog material, guys!
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