For those of you who don’t know, I have a regular Monday night party for my girlfriends. In reality, no man passes through my front door on these nights. Girls only, bitch boy! But for little exhibitionist it’s a great scenario on which to build a filthy fantasy.  Which I decided to do with R.C. a while back. I think he liked it.

I think he liked it a lot:

Good evening, Ladies. 

I have been instructed by our mutual friend, Ms. Angela, to write to all of you to introduce myself. My name is R.C. Over the past month or so, I have accepted Ms. Angela’s invitation to be her loyal pet. What exactly does that mean? (I’m glad you asked, rhetorical questioners.) In addition to engaging in some lovely vanilla conversations, I have submitted to her the control of my cock–erm, her cock, as she now likes to refer to it. How did this happen, exactly? Some kind of Don Corleone-esque “offer I couldn’t refuse”? I suppose we can in fact chalk it up to Ms. Angela’s estimable powers of persuasion. After all, in a sentiment in which I believe we may all agree: “She has the pussy, She makes the rules.”

I sure my Mistress apprised you of this, but I’ll recap anyway: a few weeks back Ms. Angela spun a fantasy about a scenario where all of you ladies were in Ms. Angela’s loft for one of your Monday night gatherings, the one major wrinkle being that I had been invited along by Ms. Angela for, in the euphemistic sense, “entertainment purposes.” The scenario did get quite steamy, not that any of us would be surprised at Ms. Angela’s legendary talent for spinning a naughty yarn.

I’m not sure how in depth Ms. Angela went in her recap on her end, but in broad strokes (and hard strokes, natch) she preyed on my prominent foot fetish to persuade me to spring into action, pampering all of your perfectly pedicured toes. She even permitted me to slide my throbbing cock in between here and there to get a bit of what I coined “foot pussy.” Because a deviant foot slut like myself could not hold out for too long with the combination of that visual floating through my imagination and a particularly wicked torrent of Ms. Angela teasing, I ended up shooting quite a load of jizz all over those wiggling toes. Ms. Angela — never one to pass up a moment to literally rub my face in it — prodded me to bend down and immediately slurp up all that sperm juice from those creamy toes. So, yes, to put it bluntly, I ate my own cum. I ate my own cum FOR REAL for Mistress Angela.

I would like to profusely thank each and every one of you for playing an indirect role in that particular scenario. Even though I believe it may be your second time hearing some of this, I hope you were amused to hear it from my perspective.

Hello Ms. Diana: I understand you were the one who requested a bit of posing last night. Hope you enjoy what you saw; I personally don’t think it will win any prizes, but I’ve also been told it’s nothing to be ashamed of.

Anyway, I think I’ll let you ladies get back to the other topics that are on the agenda for tonight, as well as the Monday night programming. I appreciate your taking the time to listen, and if any interest is there and it aligns w/ Ms. Angela’s wishes, I would be happy to keep the correspondence going in the future.

R.C.

Stay tuned for Part 2, coming soon  to a Zen Fetish blog near you.

xo, Angela

Wickedness.

That’s a word I never get quite right…a word that describes the things I want to play with.

It’s not about the pain for me so much anymore, though that’s not to say I don’t still enjoy it.

Physical pain is…too sharp.  The thuddiest club does not penetrate the way a wicked word or gesture will.

Just now I was in the bath and started thinking about what I would do if I had to pee.  Well, I’ve been in the bath and had to pee before, and I just hold it until I have to go pee, or go right away and get back to the bath.  Tonight, though, I was thinking about being made to pee on myself in the tub like that.

Then I started thinking about you peeing on me in the tub like that.

Then I started thinking about my being tied in the tub with my hands criss-crossed across my throat to the back of my neck, my elbows tied up straight so that my head was locked straight up and down.  Through that imagining I realized I could squeeze my elbows out, which would have the dual benefits of forcing my mouth up where it could easily be opened and closed while contracting my carotid arteries, making my dizzy and more vulnerable. 

My entire body would be exposed then and I imagined being that way for an hour or so at a party while folks came in and did as they pleased, not really talking to me, other than to occasionally mock me.

I wish my will matched my wickedness, so these could be true.

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Shared with me by one of the wicked-craving boys I know. He can’t get enough. He craves bottomless,  dark debasement with no escape. Yet he moves through the world as a gentleman, a scholar, a husband, a family member, a teacher … all roles he cherishes and thrives in.

It’s the endless predicament of kinksters, isn’t it?

So have you gotten up the nerve to call Goddesses Erika and Vickie (aka Mean Girls)? Why not? Little beta sissy-men need someone to boss them around and them in their place. And little beta sissy-men just love Erika and Vickie. You know you’re dying to have them gang up on you and tear you a new one.

So get your ass over to their NiteFlirt page and then …

Do it. Do it now. Call them, you little slut:

1-800-863-5478 ext: 10771493

In the meantime, here’s a few of their many FIVE STAR REVIEWS … to get your little weenie excited:

Always love talking to these two. They give me just what I’m looking for, and have fun doing it. They’re clever, sweet, and vicious. What more could a fella want?

No need to call anyone else on NF. Great voices, fun, wicked laughs and imagination. They let u decide how raunchy (or safe you want the call to be). They are addictive, though…

Like a tsunami of humiliation that just keeps coming. The two best humiliatrixes on NF hands down. If you want to hear two hot girls laugh their asses off at you, call now!

The MEAN GIRLS ROCK ! The Beautiful Sexy Goddess Erika & The Beautiful Sexy Goddess Vicki have brought it to an art!

Another rather scintillating talk with two extraordinary women – a pleasure.

Oh how my head spins when they gang up on me. I was turned into such a little sissy. They especially took joy in giving me a head full of curls with pretty bows. Their laughter still echoes in my mind.

It’s an incredible skill they have to extract and exploit what they want from you.

Sexy. Clever. And FUN! Yes, they’re mean. Of course they’re mean. That’s why you’re here. But I had a great time talking to these ladies. Just fantastic.

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Email:

hello [sic] Miss Lawrence [sic]

are [sic] you able to Domme [sic] me on skype today (watching/giving orders)?

My Response:

Why the fuck do you think my “Call Now” button was on?

Now I am going to block you, because I don’t particularly want to dominate an idiot.

And by the way, it’s Miss St. Lawrence. Your carelessness makes you twice the idiot.

Also, your bad grammar makes you a lazy, careless, twice idiot.

Not to mention disrespectful, since I’d given you the benefit of the doubt the last time you pulled this shit and sent you 5 FREE minutes for your next attempt (today) and you squandered it by being a total dipshit.

Ms. Angela

PS. B L O C K E D