Mistress Nicole Tells All

I'm back :-)

2006-11-03T15:15:00.000-08:00

Hey there my little pets, I just wanted to tell everyone that I am back, well rested from my vacation. Even though I was moving I did take time to pamper myself, and spend a bit of time with my slave here in Oregon. He did a lot of the pampering too....
It's really cold here!(I'm surprised)....and it's rainy of course. He tells me that I will be twitching and slightly insane after 6 months of rain, but I have LOTS of indoor activities planned, so I'm hoping not.
I am very happy to be back, doing phonesex though. I've already gotten several calls from my old regulars, and im's and emails as well. Just so you little pets know I did miss you too :-)
I did get an email from one of my regulars asking me to list things I still need for my house, since I was gone for my birthday. I'm really looking forward to getting some nice presents from him.
I am still moving in as well, and will be so for the next week or two.
Also I would like to thank Ms. Ally especially for letting me take this time off. And both Ms. Ally and Ms. Elizabeth for being so patient with me as I get settled back in my routine again, and start hearing from my little phonesex pets.
So once again everyone, thanks for the warm welcome.

Looks Like I Won't Be Back Until After I Move

2006-10-12T07:46:00.000-07:00

Well little pets, I was planning on working this Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, but the moving goddesses have conspired against me.
I won't be back at cockcontrol until after I move to Oregon.
However be sure and check out Ms. Ally's new site for us: http://www.blackbookgirls.com/available.htm
There will be a grand opening on Saturday, October 14.
I will miss all you guys!

And Now For Something Completely Different.....

2006-10-08T17:11:00.000-07:00

Most people that read this blog probably think that I'm into fem guys only. That could not be further from the truth. I do love my sissybois and they are very interesting, but by no means are they the only thing in my life or in my phonedomme career.

In fact in real life, I am a sensual domme. At the present I have a 45 year old male pharmacist and a 23 year old waitress/nympho that I like to dominate, mostly edging/sensual domination.

I will spend hours with my tied-up male sub, just keeping him on the edge, and have been teaching my female sub to play with him, and to domme him. She's a natural.

But another area that I also like to do with my callers is the cuckold fantasy. This can - but doesn't have to - include feminization, humiliation, tying up, cream pies, forced oral and anal bisexual play.

I love to paint a very graphic picture as I am seducing another man in front of my caller, making him wish that was him I was playing with, instead of his cock...or not, if I have tied his hands up.

But I will leave the rest to your imagination, dear reader, or you can call me of course, and I will fill in the details.

I'm Your Worst Nightmare....

2006-10-02T13:50:00.000-07:00

Every Tuesday night when you come into the lingerie shop, I'm always there.

You fumble through the silk panties, bras, slips, and nylons, stealing glances at me while your cock grows against your own panties you have on underneath your guy pants. You bring up your treasures, and wait as I ring them up, hoping that I won't say anything, just give you my usual knowing smile as you pay cash for them.

But tonight is different....

As I ring them up, I say "Wow, your girlfriend must be a very lucky lady to get all this lingerie from you!"

You stutter and blush and finally manage to shrug it off.

"So why doesn't she ever come in here with you?" I ask.

You can't even answer, you are so embarrassed.

"You don't really have a girlfriend, do you?" I ask. "You're actually buying these for yourself, aren't you?"

You look at me, blood running to your face. You don't know what to say.

The shop is empty, and it's almost closing time. I go and lock the door, then turn back to you.

"Perhaps you had better go try those on for me tonight, " I say. "I would love to see you in them."

What happens next?

Well give me a call at 800-730-9419 and I will tell you.....

My Schedule for the Next Week

2006-09-30T16:20:00.000-07:00

Well happy campers,
Sorry I haven't posted much this week. There is talk at CockControl we are planning on moving our blogs to our website pages. Mine, just in case you can't find it here, is http://www.cockcontrol.com/index.php?action=show&tease=51
I'm really excited about moving this blog to my page as I hope that more people will read about it.
If you are one of my regular callers or talk to me in the CockControl chatroom, you may know that I'm selling my house and moving from Tennessee to Oregon. I should be closing on the sale on October 16, and will probably be in the process of moving for about 2 weeks or so after that.
So I thought I would post my schedule for the next 2 weeks here in case anyone had any questions. It will also be posted in the CockControl forum under the link http://www.cockcontrol.com/forums/viewtopic.php?p=6617#6617

10/1 - 5 pm to 3 am
10/2 - 5 pm to 3am
10/3 - off
10/4 - off
10/5 - off
10/6 - 5 pm to 3 am
10/7 - 5 pm to 3 am
10/8 - 5 pm to 3 am
10/9 - 5 pm to 3 am

After that I will be closing on the house and moving. However, all my callers (both new and old) are encouraged to email at bnicolesbitch@yahoo.com for appointments.

Sissy on the Street

2006-09-23T16:19:00.000-07:00

This is an email from Mike, the guy I send to the boutique to buy lingerie, and have him try it on and let the ladies there look at him.

I had told him to dress in the red lace teddy, red thigh high stockings, and heels, and take a large butt plug with him, then go for a drive. Then I told him to get out of the car, and use the butt plug to jerk himself off with.

Here is the email he wrote back:

I just got back, drove for about 20 min wearing only the outfit, got to the spot I told you about,
got out and walked around then walked away from the car about 100 feet or so,
I removed the outfit and shoes, inserted the dildo, held it in with one hand and walked back to car,
put everything in car and went to front of car leaned back on bumper
and moved up and down on the dildo, began stroking, got real horny,
began yelling out "I'm Mistress Nicole's sissyslut"
after yelling it out louder and louder I finally came, I lifted myself off of the dildo,
put it back in car and got dressed and here I am, thank you.

I love getting emails like this, especially after giving guys orders to follow.
Good job Mike :-)

Stupid Idiot Wanker Day

2006-09-21T14:01:00.000-07:00

Just so everyone knows, I do enjoy hearing from my callers and prospective callers on YIM and on email. My address is bnicolesbitch@yahoo.com if you want to im or email me.
Also if you have suggestions for a blog entry or would like to write one yourself, I'd love to hear from you about it. Be sure to email me about it so I will be able to keep the email.
BUT, there are some guys that will try to waste hours of my time trying to get me to dominate or cyber them for free. Here is an example of this:

stupid idiot wanker: i would make a great pet for You...i'd be on all fours, wag my 'tail', and willingly be leash trained...that is if You'd want a new pet Mistress...
stupid idiot wanker: please consider it Mistress
bnicolesbitch: ok
bnicolesbitch: that would be fine, but you do have to call
stupid idiot wanker: will you be on later? do you puppy train? what would i need for puppy training?
bnicolesbitch: lol
bnicolesbitch: well have you ever had a puppy?
stupid idiot wanker: blush
bnicolesbitch: I would say some diapers or newspaper
stupid idiot wanker: yes
bnicolesbitch: ok
bnicolesbitch: and a rolled up newspaper to spank you
bnicolesbitch: a leash and collar
bnicolesbitch: and preferably a cam
stupid idiot wanker: would i have wear the diapers while on the phone?...
bnicolesbitch: or go on the newspaper one
bnicolesbitch: or go outside is up to you
stupid idiot wanker: when i call would you prefer me nude?
bnicolesbitch: yes
bnicolesbitch: also if you have any toys
bnicolesbitch: I like to play with my puppies
stupid idiot wanker: will You be available later tonight? whimpers...would you give me a puppy name now to identify myself with when i call?
bnicolesbitch: hmmm
bnicolesbitch: male or female?
stupid idiot wanker: would you have me fetch?
bnicolesbitch: lol of course
bnicolesbitch: and lick my toes
bnicolesbitch: and other parts
stupid idiot wanker: male
bnicolesbitch: buster
stupid idiot wanker: i'd be very obedient
bnicolesbitch: cos you're a mixed breed
stupid idiot wanker: so when i call i should speak to You how...
bnicolesbitch: as mistress nicole
bnicolesbitch: yes, mutts make the best dogs actually always eager to please
stupid idiot wanker: and You will respond...
bnicolesbitch: as buster, or boy
stupid idiot wanker: bark!
bnicolesbitch: lol
bnicolesbitch: you know how dogs always stick their nose in ladies' crotches?
bnicolesbitch: well I encourage that
stupid idiot wanker: would you ever call me Bitch or whore or slut
stupid idiot wanker: does that mean i'm to be taken on walks
bnicolesbitch: hmmm yes probably so, but more than likely if you were a female dog
bnicolesbitch: yes and I would let the other dogs sniff you and mount you
stupid idiot wanker: does that mean i'm going to spending time holding my dick between my thighs?
bnicolesbitch: sure
stupid idiot wanker: gulps.... will i be permitted to eat at the table with you?
bnicolesbitch: some dogs do have homosexual tendencies you know
bnicolesbitch: noooo
bnicolesbitch: at my feet
bnicolesbitch: under the table
stupid idiot wanker: can i use a knife and fork?
bnicolesbitch: lol no of course not
bnicolesbitch: you have to stick your face in your food
bnicolesbitch: and I might be good and give you canned dog food, if not, dry
stupid idiot wanker: i'd at least eat off a plate, yes?
stupid idiot wanker: will eat 3 times a day?
bnicolesbitch: hmmm well you'd eat SOMETHING
stupid idiot wanker: would food be used as punishment?
bnicolesbitch: we'll talk about it when you call ok?
bnicolesbitch: I have to go now, have another call, sweetie
stupid idiot wanker: ok. I'll call when is good
bnicolesbitch: anytime till midnight est tonight
stupid idiot wanker: may add you as a friend
bnicolesbitch: ok
stupid idiot wanker: thank you. kisses your feet
bnicolesbitch: lick them
stupid idiot wanker: yes mistress...licking your feet as you wish
stupid idiot wanker: hello Mistress Nicole?
bnicolesbitch: well you'll have to call buster before you get any more training
stupid idiot wanker: You like that idea?
bnicolesbitch: sure
stupid idiot wanker: do i HAVE to be nude when i call?
stupid idiot wanker: must i be naked when i call
bnicolesbitch: yes
stupid idiot wanker: may i please ask why?
bnicolesbitch: maybe you should go bother another mistress now ok?
bnicolesbitch: if you don't do what I say, I don't want you
stupid idiot wanker: ok. I'll obey. i'm sorry...
bnicolesbitch: ok
stupid idiot wanker: I'll be naked when i call...or any time i speak with you mistress
bnicolesbitch: ok good boy
stupid idiot wanker: thank you...gets naked now since i'm talking with You
bnicolesbitch: ok
stupid idiot wanker: are you on a lot or just sunday
bnicolesbitch: thursday through tuesday
stupid idiot wanker: so...you're good at puppy training...since you're the one i'm trying to please how do you prefer your slaves
bnicolesbitch: sigh
bnicolesbitch: ok look
bnicolesbitch: if you have any more questions you need to call sweetie ok?
bnicolesbitch: you've taken up a lot of my time
stupid idiot wanker: ok. thank you.
bnicolesbitch: and I'm getting the very strong impression you're nothing but a wanker

And btw, this intellectual Hercules just won himself a permanent spot on my "ignore" list.

Caller of the Week for September 16

2006-09-16T13:31:00.000-07:00

My caller of the week for this week is "Jim" who likes to be humiliated.
Jim is not content with having me call him names, or pretending to dress him up in slut’s clothing, or tell him he’s got a tiny dick. Nope. He wants the real thing. He likes to go out in the world and put himself in situations that will cause him humiliation, and of course, sexual tension.
How do I pull this one off? Well Jim has discovered an adult bookstore/boutique that sells sex toys and feminine clothing. The first week we did a session about this, I called the store and spoke to Svetlana, who is Slavic, and doesn’t seem to understand much English. But she did understand enough to let Jim come in the boutique and try on a teddy, hose, and heels, which he then bought. But according to Jim she’s very hot. In fact, when he called afterwards, we used Svetlana in a fantasy.
The next week I spoke to Kim, who is American, and understood English very well. Not only did I ask her to make Jim try on a teddy, this one much more revealing than the first, but also she had to look at him after he was dressed in a teddy, hose, and heels. Once again he called me and was very excited when he got home.
This next week, I will probably get Svetlana again when I call, as she is due to work the day he goes up there. From his descriptions of the clothes there, I’ve picked out a mostly sheer bodystocking I want him to try on, of course with heels. And of course Svetlana will have to look at him with it on. Then we’ll have to see just how excited this little episode will get him.

Today is September 11....

2006-09-11T14:38:00.000-07:00

Today is September 11, 2006, the five year anniversary of the terrorists attack on the WTC and the Pentagon. If you’re over 12 years old (which I hope you are since this blog is usually about phonesex) you remember what you were doing that day, and how you felt, so I won’t bore you with recounting details about my day or my shock and grief during the weeks to follow. I do have a few things to say, though.
1. I didn’t lose any family or friends, but I grieved all the same. However, I am sure it was nothing compared to those who did lose someone close to them. I’m sure you think of them every day, and I feel for you.
2. I can not understand the acts of terrorism on that day or otherwise. Why is it that people feel they have to cause pain and fear in the hearts of others, especially in the name of religion? I am not trying to single out any religion, as I grew up in a very conservative Christian household, and they have not been exactly blameless in the course of history. But for any religion it’s reprehensible. If anything they should know better. Religion should be about helping people and being a good person. I hope that every one who had something to do with this rots in everlasting hellfire for eternity.
3. We are going to die. No one escapes this. And if we learn anything by this tragedy, it should be that no one knows when this is going to happen. So I’m hoping today, all of us can make a connection with each other. Do something fun. Take your kids out for ice cream, dance with your wife, call your mom, hug your cat. Or have sex. Sex is a wonderful affirmation of life. Yes, death will triumph in the end, but sex is like shooting it the finger and saying “up yours,” if only for an hour or so. And if you don’t have anyone close enough to have sex with, call your favorite phone op :-)

Was There a Full Moon This Week???

2006-09-07T21:34:00.001-07:00

I had a rather oddball call a few days ago, actually one of many this week.
It was a humiliation call, and I really get into those. I dressed my caller up in girly clothes, bra and panties, slip, garter belt, and thigh high hose. Then took him to a party where 3 girls - including myself - got to play with him, and turn him into a lesbian. We made him lick us all over, and introduced him to the world of anal sex.
So far so good, right? But then he asked that I bite his cock and balls off. Now normally I’m not into CBT, so I really didn’t want to. But then he asked again, and I figured it was necessary to iron out what kink he had going inside his warped little brain. So I did, but then I put some hello kitty band-aids on where his cock and balls had been so he wouldn’t bleed to death.
I then stuffed them in his mouth, and made him eat them raw. Being southern, I would have preferred to have dredged them in egg and flour and chicken-fry them, then feed them to him, but we were running out of time. He seemed suitably humiliated though.
By the way, it’s small penis prevention day... the dominatrices of the world have pledged to get rid of all small penises in one generation. This means a vasectomy of every guy with a small penis. Or if you don’t get one, total chastity...or of course, worse case scenario....ummmm, better stock up on hello kitty bandaids.

My first weekend with my sub

2006-09-02T18:13:00.000-07:00

The first time I spent the weekend with my sub, I put him through a weekend of sexual heaven/hell.
I had been edging him for some weeks, to the point of tying him up naked and spending hours on end by lightly stroking his cock and balls with my fingertips and my nails, not letting him cum till I said.
But he had never even seen me totally naked, something that I promised would happen on our weekend together. In fact, I promised we would spend all weekend in a hotel room together, totally naked. But he would have to follow a few simple rules of course... Naturally he was so excited about spending a whole weekend with me, he didn’t even bother to question me about my rules. Not that it would have done any good.
When we got to the hotel room, he immediately grabbed me, and started pulling off my clothes.
"Not so fast, sweetie," I said.
"What do you mean?" he asked. "I thought we were going to have hot heavy sex all weekend."
"Well, not exactly," I answered. "At least not the way that you think."
As I pulled his clothes off him, I told him my rules...he couldn’t touch me or himself, or cum all weekend long. In fact, he even had to sit down like a girl to use the bathroom, because I wouldn’t let him touch his cock to go pee. And if he didn’t like those rules, well the weekend was off, and I knew lots of guys who would be glad for a chance of a weekend with me.
So for all weekend, I made sure that all he thought about was sex. I bathed him all over, rubbing my soapy tits up against his chest, rubbing his cock between my soapy thighs. I had porn on the tv all weekend, one show after another. I brought my vibrator and my Mr. Hitachi with me, and would lie right next to him, making myself cum over and over. I also put an egg inside his ass from time to time and would turn it up till he was begging me to please stop.
I would lie on top of him, teasing him. I made him worship my pussy and my ass.
At night I slept draped over his body. The last night I slept with his cock up in me. I would wake up every hour or so and massage it with my pussy, making sure that he stayed nice and hard.
Did I ever let him cum? Well maybe yes and maybe no....you’d have to call to get the rest of this story. And do I ever let him cum now? Hmmm, sometimes, but only if he’s very very good.

My first loser of the week

2006-08-28T13:47:00.000-07:00

The loser of the week award goes to the brainless idiot that actually called me a bitch and a whore this last week.
For everyone’s information, this is not a good thing to do, especially when you have asked for a humiliation call as he did.
I get a phone call from this fucktard asking for humiliation. So I set up a scenario where I walk in on him in my bedroom and he’s in my panties, playing with his teeny weeny in front of my mirror. So far, so good, right? Then I make fun of him for
a. wearing panties, and
b. having a microdick.
Then he comes out with the bitch and the whore part, and I’m like wtf???
Then he starts WHINING, telling me how he just went through a breakup with his girlfriend (any guesses why??) and how he’s really sensitive about his little tiny pindick. So, um, excuse me, why are you calling my humiliation line again?
I have been told that I’m a nice mistress; I don’t stand on ceremony and make my callers refer to me as mistress even. But one thing I do require, and that is respect.
I let loose on this guy. In the fantasy, I stripped him naked, made him crawl around like a dog with a leash and collar on, and took him outside and made him pee against a tree. In reality, I told him I wanted him to pee in the toilet, but then of course he started whining again that he couldn’t go because he was too hard. So I made him slap his balls till he went down, then made him pee. And the idiot just took all this, bawling like a baby.
Then I told him he might as well hang up now, I would have nothing more to do with him, and in fact I was blocking him. This is the only caller that I have blocked while working for cockcontrol, and I hope it stays that way.
It has been suggested to me that he called me these names just to get a reaction. I doubt this, as he seemed too moronic to be capable of that much thought.
However just so no one else tries this, I will give out this warning: if you treat me with less than the respect I deserve, you will be either given a warning or told you pretty much blew it. If it’s just a warning, I suggest you apologize profusely. If you blew it, you might as well hang up, as you will hear nothing but stony silence after that.
PS - If you really want that much humiliation, you don't have to bait me for it...all you have to do is ask, and I will be happy to help.

2006-08-25T17:00:00.002-07:00

I get many of the same questions over and over again, so I thought I would put them in a question and answer session, in the hopes that other callers-to-be will find that their questions from me are already answered. If you don't find the answer to a question you have though, please feel free to IM or email me. I can't always answer every IM, because a lot of times I am on a call, but I do answer every email within 24 hours.

What kind of calls do you like to do?
Well I like most domme calls, especially the sensual tease and denial ones, but I also like to do humiliation, cuckold, and femme ones.

Do you do cbt?
I do very light cbt, such as having the caller tie his cock and balls up, and perhaps even spanking them, but that’s about as far as I care to go. I don’t do anything harsher than this in real life, so I’m not going to pretend to be an expert on the phone.
There are other dommes on cockcontrol that do cbt, so you won’t have to look far to find one that fits your needs.

Are you actually a lifestyle domme?
Yes, I have been both a sub and a domme in real life. At the present, I have a female sub who is in her 20's, and a male sub who is in his 40's and is a pharmacist. What most people don’t realize is though, that I make him wear little silk panties and thigh high stockings under his pants. Of course we do lots of other things, but I would rather not discuss them here.

When I talked to you on IM, you seemed very pleasant, not like a domme at all....
Well, even when you talk to me on the phone, you will find that I can be quite nice. I have a quiet pleasant voice, and I prefer not to raise it. But that doesn’t mean I can’t and won’t tear you to shreds on a humiliation call. Personally I feel that telling a caller what a pile of shit he is with a calm, quiet voice degrades him more than losing your temper and screaming at him. But that’s just my style and I’m certainly not trying to put down other dommes for having another style than mine.

When I talked to you on IM, you were nice, but you wouldn’t talk sex with me...
Nope, and I’m not going to. I will chat and be pleasant with you, but you will have to pay for sex talk from me. If you’re not comfortable doing a phone call, we can also set up a texting session, but the price ($1.99/minute) is the same.

Why do you do this job anyway?
Because I like it. It’s a great job, and I get to meet very interesting people and talk about something that interests me a lot, that is of course, sex. For a more detailed answer please see my entry dated August 18.

Do you think I’m weird because I want to dress up in ladies’ clothing?
Ummm, no. Not when you’ve heard some of the things I’ve heard on phonesex calls and done things that I’ve done in real life. I can’t go into detail on those, but if you’re curious you can always call me up at 800-730-9419 and I’ll be glad to tell you about some of my weirder calls, and/or some of my experiences, if you're interested.
I do think that the reasons a lot of crossdressers and transexuals call me is because as a female, I can give them validation as well as a sympathetic ear.

You sound like the girl of my dreams! When can we meet?
Ok, a couple of things....
I’m not a girl, I’m a 36 year old mistress.
Doubt if you could handle me if we did meet, and I’d probably be your worst nightmare :-D
And no we can’t meet. I don’t meet callers.

What if I paid you?
Believe me you don’t have the money it takes to get me to come to take of you little pet, so don’t even try. If you have that much money, you are welcome to call me as much as you like ;-)

Fantasy in E Minor

2006-08-22T18:59:00.000-07:00

We are getting ready to see Rachmaninoff’s Symphony no. 2, a lush intricate composition of musical scores.
You are already dressed in black tie, waiting for me as usual to finish my hair and make-up. I am still totally naked except for a pair of thigh highs, my garter belt, and heels. I finish my makeup and go to put on my dress, a lightly fitted silk jersey dress that comes down only a couple of inches past my thigh high stockings. Then I tell you I’m ready to go.
"Wait a moment," you say. "Aren’t you going to put on any underwear?"
I rub my silky body against yours and whisper throatily in your ear. "No," I answer, "because I want you to think about me all evening long."
We start out the door, and then I tell you I have forgotten one thing....You roll your eyes as it to say "as usual." I get a remote controlled egg out of my toy box.
"Drop your pants," I order. "I’m going to put this up your ass tonight."
Your eyes widen, but you know better than disobey. I’ve done this with you before, but never in such elite company. You bend over, then I take some lube, and work it up in your asshole with my finger. I feel you jerk, and know that you are already starting to stiffen. Then I slide the egg in, and have you re-dress yourself. I also pack a vibe for myself, as well as the control for the remote egg.
We take our seats, and the sensuous music starts to vibrate over, around and through us. As it swells, I turn on the vibrator in your ass. I can see you become uncomfortable as you shift around, trying to hide your erection. Fortunately for you, we are up in the mezzanine section with no one close by. I turn the vibe up another notch, and put your hand between my legs, and let you start to rub my bare pussy. You are embarrassed, but you don’t want to stop. I put my hand over yours and guide your fingers into my pussy. Then I take out your erect cock, and start lightly stroking it.
Over the course of the next hour, I edge you and bring you back from the brink over and over.
Then I stand up, and sit on your cock, slipping it into my very slick pussy. With your hands under my dress, feeling every inch of my satiny skin, I grab my second vibrator and hold it against my throbbing clit, bringing me to an orgasm as the Rachmaninoff swells over us in a climax of its own.
You of course are not allowed to cum. I stuff your hard cock back into your pants, and as the music stops and the lights come up, I watch you as you painfully make your way out, hoping that I will allow you release tonight.

long-term edging a caller

2006-08-20T16:52:00.000-07:00

I edged one of my pets this last week for 6 days straight. It was so much fun! I think I got as much fun out of it as he did.
"Mike" is a totally heterosexual guy, but he’s very much into feminine dressing, and also humiliation. I kept him in an almost constant state of at least semi-arousal by giving him "homework" to do, such as watching porno movies all weekend, reading erotic literature, going online and finding different porno sites. Then he would send the stories and the links to me to read, and tell me what the movie was about. Not only did it keep him aroused, it helped me to crawl into his brain to see what was going on in there. During the weekends, he was required to wear full girly gear - makeup, bra, panties, nylons and garter belt, water balloons for boobs, heels, plus a butt plug. He had to send me pictures of him in these. I would also make him write signs and hold them up for the pictures, but I can’t go into the text here, lol.
He would complain to me about how his feet and back hurt after wearing the heels all day. I think if nothing else, he became more empathetic towards women.
I also had him wear thigh-high nylons and silk panties to work each day, as well as a tampon inserted up his butt. He would write me from work every day, telling me how horny he was and how hard it was to stay focused. By the end of the week, he was begging me to let him cum. Naturally I said no, I was having way too much fun with him. I wouldn’t even promise that I would let him cum at the end of the week.
At night I would tell him a bedtime story, then make him go to bed naked and hump a pillow for about 15 minutes each night. Needless to say, he also complained of having trouble sleeping :-P
There are other, more humiliating things I had him do, but I can’t go into them on a PG rated blog....
But probably one of the most humiliating things I had him do was to do a phone call with a "vanilla" neighbor of mine and tell her the nasty things I did to him.... I don’t know which was more fun, having him do it or to see the horrified look on her face.
In the end I finally did let him cum, but I do think that this was one journey that was worth the trip.

Why I'm a phone domme.....

2006-08-18T19:42:00.000-07:00

Ok so people that call me frequently ask why I’m a phone domme, as I’m not your typical phone mistress, if there is such a thing. Or at least I’m not what people think I should be.
For example I’m not terribly young, nor am I uneducated. This is not a "stopgap" job for me, while I finish my college education, or figure out what I want to do with my life.
I’m 36, I’ve got a bachelor’s degree in molecular biology, I’ve had a career in research for 12 years as a research assistant, then a lab manager, I’ve owned houses, been married and divorced.
So why would somebody like me still not be on the fast track in industry?
Well several reasons:
1. They don’t let you work naked in a research lab. In fact that’s frowned up quite a bit. They make you wear a lab coat at least. Actually I don’t run around naked so much as in sweats and a tee-shirt, but even that’s too casual for most labs.
2. They don’t let you masturbate several times a day either. Go figure. I think that most researchers, hell, most people in the work place would be much calmer if they were given a vibrator or butt plug or even just some lotion/lube and ordered to masturbate at least 3 or 4 times a day till they cum. I know I always feel much better.
3. I always had a bunch of M.D.’s and Ph.D’s that I had to work with, or worse, supervise, and they always came into my lab thinking that they knew everything, when most of them had no clue as to how a research lab worked. So I would have to whip them into place and teach them how to get along with all the other boys and girls, and this was without ANY implements such as a cane or whip. Actually keeping 10 to 12 post-docs in line at any given time is good training for being a domme. I always used that quiet calm "voodoo" voice my mom scared me with. I would see them with the "deer in the headlights" look in their eyes, and I knew I had them. I like to use that voice on my callers now.
4. I get to watch tv with a cat in my lap when I’m not taking calls. I like TNT in the daytime with "ER" and "Judging Amy" and "Law and Order." The cats think it’s pretty cool too.
5. I get to meet some very interesting people over the phone. And tell some very interesting stories as well, most of which are based on my actual sexual experiences. I do very little moaning or screaming, as that’s not what being a domme is about, in my opinion.
6. I get to have a wishlist on amazon.com. I don’t expect anyone to buy me stuff, but if you want to it’s there. Just look under my email name bnicolesbitch@yahoo.com and you can see it. There’s stuff from very cheap to very expensive.
7. And I get to write a blog on my experiences in phone sex. I find it fascinating so I guess everyone else must too ;-).

about humiliation....

2006-08-16T18:48:00.000-07:00

Ok, so I’m hoping someone can help me here....
As a dominatrix both in real life and on phone, I’ve come across men who have wanted to be humiliated. I’ve not come across any women who have, although my experience with female subs in both worlds is much more limited.
As a female submissive myself, I have wanted to be subjugated, even degraded at times, but humiliation has never entered into the situation. Humiliation implies a mocking, or belittling attitude of the one who humiliates, and above all I wanted to be taken seriously. Even after being used hard, I wanted mostly to be told and shown how much I was loved and cherished.
And obviously my masters understood this. I’ve never even had a master who tried to humiliate me. If he had done so, he might have ended up missing a set of testicles.
Some of you may be thinking that "Oh well, Aunt Ruth, she puts up Uncle Bob making fun of her. He’s even hit her on occasion, and she deals with it." That is not BDSM, at least as I know it. That is abuse. BDSM is a controlled dynamic between two consenting adults. Abuse is not consented to, and it is not controlled, as it can easily escalate. If you doubt this, check the statistics on women that die by the hands of a significant other.
So humiliation in BDSM by definition implies that the sub wishes to be humiliated. My question is why? I’m very good at doing it, without a doubt. Any female past the age of 15 probably is. I just would like to know why men like it, and why it seems to turn them on. The men I’ve asked don’t seem to know, but of course they’ve had no blood in their brains at the time :-P
If you have an answer for me, please email me at bnicolesbitch@yahoo.com and let me know your thoughts.

On Sissies, Part I

2006-08-12T12:17:00.000-07:00

I probably know more about sissies than the average person. When I was 15, I found my 17 year old brother’s best friend in my room with only a pair of my panties (and a big smile) on. As a 15 year old bitch-in-training (as only a 15 year-old girl can be) I took advantage of this and blackmailed him into letting me dress him up as a girl in my bra and panties, pantyhose, heels and a "Sunday" dress. Then I made him up with my make-up and took his picture with my instamatic camera. I still have that picture today in my scrapbook :-)
I didn’t want to tell him, but it made me tingle all over that I was doing something that I considered very nasty and perverted at the time. And although he didn’t want to tell me the same thing, it was pretty obvious by his reaction ;-)
We became "partners in crime" after that. He would come over to my house and let me dress him up whenever my brother was at soccer practice and my parents were out. Eventually it went a step further and I actually lost my "real" virginity to a guy in drag. (Entered a lesbian relationship at 14 with another best friend)
Luka and I are still best friends now, and we even dress up, go out and do girly things together, sometimes with his wife, sometimes without. He is small boned enough and has a tenor voice that he can actually pass. And yes, he is totally heterosexual.
Which brings me to a common myth, that a guy who likes to dress up in feminine things is gay. Personally I don’t understand the reasoning behind this. Sometimes I like to dress up in a t-shirt and jeans (although I always wear my naughty underwear underneath). That doesn’t make me a lesbian, does it?
Ok, so I am bi, but I know lots of straight women who do the same thing. Although women in pants used to be scandalous in the 1930's and 1940's, and were thought to be lesbian. We look at that bias, and think "how outdated is that?" So why is thinking a guy who likes the feel of lingerie any different? In fact, I prefer guys like this, because they tend to be very tactile, sensual lovers just like me.
I guess what I’m saying is that just because a guy is a sensual person, and loves the feel of silk on his skin, does not make him gay. A lot of heterosexual men start out that way by simply stealing their girlfriend’s, or sister’s, or mom’s panties or nightgown to jerk off in.
Many "pantyboys" are bisexual, or gay, but then many gay men don’t wear girlie clothes either. I don’t think one choice or fetish determines the other.

One of My Funniest Calls Ever

2006-08-11T11:48:00.000-07:00

One of the great things about being a phone domme is that you get to talk to guys who like to ummm...well, walk a bit on the "wild side," to quote Lou Reed.
Most of the guys that like to cross dress and pretend to be women are pretty comfortable talking to me about it, whether they or not they are with the rest of the world. After all, who am I to judge? I talk nasty for a living :-P.
But one of the funniest calls I ever had was from a guy who wanted me to phone domme his "wife." He calls me up and asks me will I talk to his wife to get her off? This is something that I have done several times in the past, usually with the wife on an extension, but in the same room, or on a speaker phone with them both talking to me. So I say, "Ok, do you want to put her on the extension, or are you using a speaker phone?" But he says no, he’s just going to give the phone to his wife, and let me get her off while he’s watching.
So he supposedly gives the phone to her and she starts talking to me and it’s very obvious that it’s the same guy, only trying (not very successfully either) to talk in a falsetto voice. It strikes me as so funny that I almost laugh out loud, and I have to go the next 15 to 20 minutes getting this guy off while he’s pretending to be his wife. Without laughing. Being a very serious domme at that. I actually made the call as short as I could because I didn’t know how long I could make it.
But then I ask him, er...her, rather, if she wants me to get her husband off as well?
So then they have this discussion between them, and I’m on the other end, inaudibly (one hopes) gasping for air, trying not to start laughing out loud. All I can think of at the moment is Norman Bates and his mother in the cellar. But fortunately for me, he didn’t want to get off as well ;-), so I was saved on that account.

How I Got into BDSM (sideways)

2006-08-06T11:35:00.000-07:00

I actually got into bdsm as a sub, and even then I didn’t realize that I was a sub for some time....
I was only 23 when I met my first master, Michael. Michael was 32, a police detective, quite handsome at 6'3", 230 pounds of pure muscle, green eyes, and almost black curly hair. I met Michael when he was investigating the disappearance of a 12 year old boy in our neighborhood.
The first interview at my house was quite formal. But then he stopped by about a week later on a Saturday morning when I was out working in my flower bed in some cut-offs and a halter top to investigate a bit further ;-) I invited him in for coffee and we chatted for over an hour. I was amazed at how comfortable I felt with this cop in my house (of course I was never a suspect, he was just getting background info).
The next week he stopped by my work to ask me out to lunch, and things became more social after that....
Within a month I was sleeping with him. It was strictly vanilla sex at first, and I had never had such an experienced, attentive lover. Soon, though, Michael was suggesting new things....how would I like to be tied up? That way I could concentrate only on my pleasure, not his. And why not try binding me all over with a bedsheet this time, not just his handcuffs? It was after Michael starting binding me, that he introduced me to the exquisite art of "edging," He would keep me on edge for hours at a time, till he gave me permission to cum, then I would practically explode. Then he taught me to come on command at just about any time he wanted, whether it was after only 5 minutes of sex or hours of being edged. Gradually he began introducing other things that were equally as exciting....light whippings on my butt and shoulders with a crop, nipple clamps, vibrators, candle wax, the art of erotic biting, and choking me while I was cumming. Although by this time I trusted him completely, he made me memorize a "safe word" that I could use if I ever felt he was pushing me too far.
The only time that I ever saw him mad at me was the one time he pushed me too far, and I let him because I wanted to please him so badly. Instead of using my "safe word," I tried to do what he wanted, and ended up in hysterical tears. He taught me a very valuable lesson that day - as a sub, I should know my own limits, and be true to them.
Eventually, I wanted to start practicing my own budding domme tendencies on him. He was secure enough in his role as my master to let me tie him up and "edge" him, so that I could give him as much pleasure as he gave me. He taught me how to whip him and use various instruments on him safely. It was then that I realized that I wanted to be a lifestyle domme, although I do enjoy being a "switch" in real life from time to time....
Michael is living on the west coast now (I live in the southeast), but we remain close friends to this day, and I tell him about my experiences and ask his advice on domination from time to time. We even occasionally have phone sex ;-)
At any rate, I give this man credit for bending me and bringing me over to the "dark side" when I was still in my impressionable 20's. I would definitely not be the person that I am today if it weren’t for him.