Category: Flirt Blogs

Back on the Market

By Kinky Kristina

I’m Kinky Kristina and my callers have told me I’m the horniest, kinkiest housewife, and MILF on Niteflirt.  Now, I have an announcement to make here on the Niteflirt blog, I’m making the move from horny housewife to hot-to-trot divorcee, because I’m divorcing my husband!  I’ve started dating again and this is putting me in an intriguing sexual situation where I’m essentially cuckolding my husband until we’re legally divorced.  Ha, he deserves to be cuckolded anyway.  Since I’ve been dating again, wearing sexy lingerie, outfits, stockings and heels instead of blouses, jeans and flats is making me very turned on.  I’m in my “Dirty Thirties” and being in my sexual prime is an amazing experience I want to share with more Niteflirt callers who want to talk to a horny housewife or MILF.

I’m also an “Anything Goes” type of girl, so we can get down and dirty.  I enjoy being on Niteflirt, chatting with men from all over, fulfilling fantasies, role plays and the best bonus for me:  orgasms! As many as I want!  As a mature woman, I have so much more sexual experience and really know how to get men off in so many different ways.  I only started to do phone sex when my marriage was going downhill and it was more for me to have a sexual outlet, since I wasn’t having my sexual needs fulfilled.  I wasn’t sure if phone sex, being a virtual form of sex, would be fulfilling but I’ve found that it is such an intense experience, and I try to make it so real and appeal to every sense that a man has.  If you want an intense phone sex call experience, then call me.

Come visit me!

Femdom

By MissReaghan

You all know the saying, “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”, yes? Well, I can counter that with a phrase of my own that summarizes exactly the nature of our relationship and how you can best serve your Mistress.

What is a Femdom?

When you think of a Mistress, what is the first image that pops into your head? Is it the image of a woman, all decked out in black rubber and carrying a whip while she screams at you in German? An impossible-to-please woman who will crush your balls beneath her stiletto-ed heel and make you beg for the privilege of thanking her for her time? Do you picture a well-dressed, be-suited woman hovering over your every move and correcting even the smallest of mistakes with a disappointed look and a quiet “Hmm” under her breath?

Recently I had a survey on my phone sex blog, asking people that same question and the variety of answers it brought back were somewhat surprising to me. Even “non-kinky” people had an opinion about what it meant to them and, I was surprised to find that quite a few weren’t that far off the mark. They all seemed to radiate an answer that boiled down to power exchange and a woman that is sure of herself and absolutely in control.

Control me, Mistress!

How does that control manifest itself? Like the definition of “Femdom”, there are many definitions to what “control” is. Some would search through the pages of a phone sex site looking for just the right woman to expertly teach them cock control and orgasm training. Others want jerk-off instructions or just to listen as a woman guides their masturbation. Some require a strict Dominatrix with a “take no prisoners” approach to obedience while others would respond far better to a more sensual, teasing flirt. Still others like it somewhere in the middle … Sensually Strict, as it were.

Her level of control over you is entirely dictated by what you respond to. Just like in anything else in life … if YOU aren’t enjoying yourself, she’s going to know it and that will make for an unsatisfactory call for everyone.

So I leave you with the phrase I promised you at the beginning.

“The way to a femdom’s heart is through your mind.”

Know what you enjoy and the kind of phone sex domination that suits your personality best and then go find her!

Seven Stages

There is a certain pattern to what you are experiencing – or will be experiencing over the coming months and years – My sweet blog-reader.  you might be on any of a few different steps to submission – but the steps are the same for all, and when you have taken the first step, you will sooner or later take the next until you are at My feet where you belong.

Psychologists talk about the 7 stages of grief: shock, denial, anger, guilt, depression, acceptance and engaging life again.

In much the same way there are 7 different stages you go through until you engage your life as My property. This is not a choice. It’s just the way things go.

1. Curiosity
you know that you have always felt this longing deep inside for someone superior to take control. you might have fantasized and pictured yourself bound and naked or imagined that you were working for a demanding female boss.

Then one day you stumble upon erotic hypnosis and My site and it strikes a chord. you need to find out more…. you take the first step. If you are bold you might buy one of My MP3′s – or even call Me on Niteflirt. Or you might just send Me an email – saying that you are curious, asking how this works. Then check your email account ten times an hour until I answer.

2. Intrigue
This is exciting. you feel like a little boy again – a boy peeking into the older girls locker room with red cheeks. you find yourself drawn to me. Checking My site many times every day – impatiently waiting at the computer hoping for a message from Me to pop up on Messenger. you listen to My MP3′s over and over – and one day make Your first small tribute with beating heart and shaking hands as you enter the credit card number.

3. Confusion
Interacting with Me makes you tremble. you think about Me constantly – get insanely aroused with bad timing when My voice enters your head at a boring meeting. you stumble through life – forgetting things, feeling sick and wonderful at the same time. Masturbate naked on your knees while chanting My name and almost pass out when the most explosive orgasm of your life hits you. you feel that everything you thought you knew about yourself is a lie. you are losing control rapidly.

4. Panic
At some point you realize that this is not a game. It dawns on you that you get more aroused pleasing Me than from anything else in your life – ever. It’s exciting but it’s also very scary because you don’t know just how deep the rabbit hole is. you are falling for Me rapidly. And just as you are losing control the last defense mechanisms set in. At this point you will do something childish to try to “escape”.

you might send Me angry mails. you might delete your accounts on Yahoo and Niteflirt. you may tell Me that you never want to have anything to do with Me. you may delete the recordings you bought.

This phase can last for anything from a few hours up to many months. But it always ends the same. For a submissive the thought of surrendering – especially after you have done your best to escape – is just too sexy not to act on. And the idea gets sexier and sexier every time you think about it.

And even though you deleted My recordings you cannot undo the changes they made to you. you cannot get My voice out of your head. you cannot help but chant “Nicole, Nicole, Nicole” when you masturbate.

So one day it gets too much for you – and you compose the sweetest apology that you can come up with. Usually at this point you will want to try to eliminate the possibility of another escape – you are ready to help Me reach the very deepest parts of your being and mold you into the loving, caring, loyal slave I want you to be.

5. Acceptance
From here things develop slowly. We don’t want you to panic and run away like a scared child again. you help Me condition you. you listen to My MP3′s over and over. I put you on a schedule and have you tribute Me regularly. you have accepted your fate and you embrace it.

6. Enslavement
Freeing you from your inhibitions takes time and effort from both of Us/us. I train you, and you work hard to kill your ego. Little by little, day by day you are transformed. you are passed worrying about escaping. Why would you want to escape. On the contrary you are striving passionately to become a slave.

7. Submission
you no longer know where your ego stops and Mine begins. My will is your will. My desires are your desires.

you are finally free.

Japanese Femdom

By Mature Japanese Woman

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Mari, a mature Japanese woman who is available on Niteflirt for phone sex and live webcam shows.   I specialize in foot fetish and panty hose fetish on live cam and have very sexy long legs and beautiful feet.  I live in Japan, but spent many years living in the U.S. when I was married, so I speak and write English very well, but with a Japanese accent, of course.  I returned to my native Japan about ten years ago and work in a very renowned fetish club as a real time Mistress.  But when I am not doing real time sessions, I am here on Niteflirt for phone chat and live sex chat.  I enjoy teasing men with my legs, my feet in expensive panty hose, high heels and boots.   I enjoy showing off my mature beauty and I have many admirers who tell me I am an exquisitely beautiful Asian Femdom.

What else do I enjoy on Niteflirt phone sex calls or cam sessions?  Small Penis Humiliation!   I always LOL at small dicked Japanese men.  The stereotype is unfortunately true.  And I also like to laugh at any men with small penises, cam to cam or in a phone sex humiliation call.   I enjoy sissy training here on Niteflirt and in real time sessions.  Let me tell you that sissy sluts in Japan are closet sissies.  The Japanese culture does not accept sissy males, so they must crossdress in private with me directing them on what to wear, how to do their makeup, style their wig.  But even in the U.S. and U.K., there are many closeted sissies who call me on Niteflirt to confess their sissy secrets.

As you can tell, I am not the stereotypical Japanese woman who is submissive to men.  I am happily divorced now and enjoy my independence.  I always disliked the feeling of being owned when I was married.  I always had my own mind and opinions.   I’m naturally dominant and look down at men since I discovered, as a young woman, that most men are useless and laughable, so weak inside, with a tiny brain, just like their tiny penis.   Call me on Niteflirt whenever you see me available or we can arrange a cam session here.   I look forward to our playtime together!   And not only playtime, talk time!  Many callers like to hear about my life in Japan, Japanese customs and Japanese cuisine.  We can talk about anything and everything!

Subspace

By Saras Playroom

In her tight black mini-dress and black spike-heeled pumps, she looked fantastic.  I was Sara’s slave the minute she walked in the door to my hotel room.  I fell to my knees and she spit on my face, called me “faggot” then gave me two hard kicks to the nuts.  These were full on kicks with direct contact.  Even though I was on my knees, I fell over, the pain was so intense.  But that was just the start.  She had brought what she calls her “Dungeon in a Bag” for real time hotel room sessions.  Every BDSM implement or accoutrement that would fit in a large travel bag was at her disposal.  She cuffed me and told me to bow down and kiss her heels.  I obliged.  The ball kicks and her absolute “I am in charge” attitude sent me spiraling into subspace.

She told me I needed to be broken, that servitude and devotion was not enough.  She told me she was going to bust my balls with more kicks than I had ever endured before.  And call me the most depraved names while doing so, in order to completely faggotize me.  By the number 20, I was sobbing with my face on the carpet. These were vicious hard kicks making bulls eye contact to my balls.  Several more times, I fell with my face back on the carpet, me panting – sweating – sobbing, the pain excruciating.   But then back up again to take more. “Get back up you pussy.  Can’t you take the pain?  You’re such a disappointment as a slave.” She admonished me. At the end, my face was on the carpet and I was sobbing and panting for almost 5 minutes, it had been so intense.  This was absolute cruelty of a type I have never experienced with any Domme.  She had told me she was going to turn me into a completely enslaved Cock Zombie, BobbleHeaded BlowJob Bimbo, Meat Sword Swallowing Moron and even more demeaning forced bi epithets had spilled from her pretty lips.

She had given me no safe word.  She told me that I needed to be pushed further than ever before and the only way to do this was that there would be no safe word, no limits.  Could this be the person I would call on Niteflirt who I considered to be my friendly confidante?  How could she do such a thing to me?  And her verbal humiliation about me not being able to take it, to take the pain, what a disappointment I was to her, cut me to the core.  I wished she would just reject me as a slave, take all the money in my wallet and leave.  But I was too enslaved to say no or stop, I didn’t know how it was beyond the totality of my BDSM experiences.

Next, she had me get on the bed, at first, she said to fuck me, but then she smiled, and at her whim, she set up the dildo in the face dildo harness for her to ride me. So, instead that was strapped to my face. She rode it relentlessly for about 15 minutes. She orgasmed twice and when she finished, she took off the harness and had me suck her juices off the dildo.  It pleased her to see me suck it off.   She said that that it was a reward to have her pussy close to my face, to taste her.  That I didn’t deserve this, that I should have cock instead.  She asked me if I wanted to cum.  I immediately blurted out, “Yes!”  This was the wrong answer, she said I didn’t deserve it yet.  And when I would cum, I’d have to eat it.  Dispose of it, she told me very firmly. And that I’d have to prove that I deserved an orgasm by sucking cock.  I assumed she meant her strap-on.   But she made no move to set up the dildo in the strap-on harness.  She kept checking her cell phone for text messages.  I assumed that she might take a photo of me to text to her girlfriends for extra humiliation and degradation.  Then after checking her text messages, she said that instead of sucking cock, I should be fucked.  Again, I assumed by her strap-on.  I felt the ache inside me, for her to take me this way, from behind, on my back, whatever she decided was best to break me.

Instead, she said she was going to fuck my true pussy.  And she removed a box of ear swabs from her Dungeon in a Bag, took a swab and spit on it.   She fucked my cockhead deep, fast and hard.  If this has never happened to you, cockhead fucking results in very intense pain that lingers even after the Q tip type swab is removed.  I rolled around and struggled in agony, my hands still cuffed behind my back.  This went on for about 10 minutes, since she seemed to enjoy my struggles and pain.  Finally, after several minutes of sobbing and tears streaming down my face, I began to beg her for mercy and to stop.  She said there would be no mercy and she would stop when she felt I had been fucked long and hard enough.

After she finished cockhead fucking me, she said it was time to ruin my O.  She unlocked and removed by cuffs.  I had the most painful experience of the night as I stroked and my cum weakly spurted out into the condom she had slid over my cock.  I was again bent over on the floor in intense pain.  It is hard to describe how much it hurt as the semen burned as it made contact with my sore penis.  She removed the condom with my pathetic sperm in the reservoir tip and then put the whole condom in my mouth and told me to chew on it like “bubble cum”.  She said you don’t need to eat the condom, but you do need to enjoy the bubble cum.  She cuffed me back up.  I was not ready for this.  What?

Do you know how, as a man, after you orgasm, you lose all desire for anything kinky?  I was at that point.  I wanted to spit out the cum-filled condom.   I was no longer in subspace or slave mode.  Sara was happily texting.  I assumed to advise all of her girlfriends about what she had just done to break me.  And I did feel broken, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.  Then there was a knock at the hotel room door.  Had she texted Room Service?  Maid Service?  She opened the door, since I was still cuffed.  I feared being seen, naked, cuffed, a condom in my mouth.  In walked a man.  I felt powerless, defeated. broken.  I knew it wasn’t over.  I felt myself falling again.  Falling into subspace.  I knew she was going to force me to suck his cock.  That breaking me was just the beginning.  That she was going to move me past that point that men reach after they orgasm.  That I was going to be shown the way of being a true slave.  That I would have to do anything she wanted or commanded whenever she ordered me to do so.  She was rubbing the man’s crotch bulge and smiling, she unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out his cock.  She told me to spit out the condom.  She said, “Good boi. Good faggot. Now suck cock for me.”

Phone sex, where fantasy plays out like reality….  It’s the next best thing to being there….

Pegging?

By DominoDamoiselle

We all know some guys like to have things shoved in their asses. Most of you guys have probably at least touched yourself down there. If you haven’t, you’re missing out.

Pegging is the term Dan Savage gave to women that fuck men with strap-ons. I know this grosses some of you out. I actually was not into it at all until someone I started dating told me they wanted to try it. Me, being the incredibly sexually curious girl that I am, decided to give it a try. I’m really glad I did, because it’s a lot of fun. I can’t remember where I read this, I think it was some women’s health article, but something like 70% of women surveyed said that they were much more satisfied with their sex lives since they started pegging.
Some people really get off on the dom/sub aspect of pegging. Generally, the female is seen as the dominant when she’s fucking the guy. Some guys really like to be forced to dress up femininely while they get fucked. Think stockings, panties and heels.

Most strap-ons have additional attachments for the female (mine has a butt plug and an additional dildo for me attached) so she can get off while she’s fucking the guy. I recently thought of buying a pair of vibrating panties or a bullet to wear while using a strap-on… I should probably do that.

I’ve found it’s best to use a strap-on when the guy is on all fours. It’s easier (assuming he’s not way taller than the girl) because there isn’t as much strain on the knees and thighs as when he’s laying on his back with his legs pulled to his chest. But, that position is fun if the girl has big tits and wants to tittyfuck the guy in addition to pegging him. Again, I’m drawing from personal experience here.

If you want to get into pegging, but aren’t used to having anything up your ass, I’d invest in some plugs to train yourself first. Something like this is probably good to start with.

Breaking of a Slave

By GoddessNatasha

Over the years I have developed a training program. I call it “Breaking of a slave”.  It is not for the faint at heart and is only for those who truly want to be a slave, not just submissive but a slave.

The purpose of this of course is to break you down, to destroy the male ego and reprogram you.

This means completely disappearing from your life, no one will know where you are and you will have no outside communication.

No computer, no cell phone, nothing.

Not only will I break you but I will reprogram your mind. Reprogram your mind, your thoughts and your desires.

All of your male desires, thoughts will be completely refocused on Me and MY sexual gratification.

You will soon come to realize your only purpose is to serve and please Me.

Imagine yourself… isolated, kept naked and vulnerable, stripped of all your clothing, stripped of your identification, no money, a chastity device locked on to which I have the key….I have the keys to everything….I have the keys to your collar, shackles, to the chastity device, to the doors and to the lock on the cage.

I will control everything during these 30 days…what you eat, when you eat, where you sleep, how long you sleep

Many men already call themselves “slaves”. Until you have gone through My program, trust Me you are not a slave.

Now, you might be a little nervous thinking about this…but it’s just a fantasy, right? 😉

Why call a phone sex domme?

By LadySascha

Let’s suppose you have the evening to yourself. Your wife is out with the girls tonight, and you’ve been thinking about a fantasy that she won’t entertain. Perhaps you enjoy a bit of feminization by dressing up in her lingerie, panties, bra, and stockings, when she is out.

And so you dress up, and you’re sitting at your computer, looking at your secret cache of videos, and pictures that show other men in panties just like you. Maybe you read a few stories about feminization. But you’ve seen and read them all before, and they all seem a bit shopworn and trite. And nothing about them gets you very excited tonight.

So you start looking on Niteflirt at fetish phone sex dommes, and you come across Lady Sascha, who calls herself the Sadistic Cocktease. You’re not sure if you should spend the money. I mean after all there’s so much out on the web that’s free, right? Why would anyone call a phone sex dominatrix for fetish phone sex?

But you look at all the pages of my 5 star feedback. And you see that you get 3 minutes free by joining Niteflirt, and you reason that after all you can hang up after that, if you don’t want to spend any more money, right?

So you decide to call… You realize that while just dialing and connecting to Niteflirt, you are surprisingly nervous. Then we’re connected, and my sensual, throaty voice sends a tingle down your spine and straight to your cock. You’re amazed at how sexually excited you already are.

As we talk, I ask you questions about your fetishes. You find yourself telling me things that you’ve never told a single person before. You tell me about your cross-dressing in your wife’s dirty lingerie, and how you shave yourself when you go on business trips. You confide about the hidden dildos and the bisexual and shemale fantasies you have. You even find yourself confessing your need for humiliation.

As we talk, you feel a bond growing between us. I actually listen to you and what you have to say. And I respond to you with fantasies about the fetishes you want and need: the desire for you to be a sissy, or cuckold, or to suck cock, or even to be safely humiliated for those things. I call you by name, and make the phone call personal for you. We can even talk about fantasies that can’t be done in real life, such as vampyrism, or giantess fetish, or vore. No video or pornsite can take the place of a real live person responding to you, and knowing your deepest darkest secrets.

After you have finished the call, you realize that this is only the beginning. Lady Sascha has begun to draw you into her web. You’re already thinking about the next call. In a few days, you may even email me with more secrets, knowing that I will read all your thoughts and fantasies; and we can talk about those when you call again.

So to answer the question posed in the title, this is why my fetish phone sex guys call me. I can get into your head. I can make our time together personal for you. I can fashion and tailor a fantasy phone sex call in any way you like.

All you need to do is pick up the phone and call. If I’m not logged on Niteflirt at the moment, don’t hesitate to write me on there. I can make an appointment with you that can meet your time constraints.

I hope to hear from you soon.

Hungry

By Stunning Goddess

She was beautiful and hungry. Her seductive eyes scanned the room for her next unsuspecting victim. Lately her appetites had been sated with drifters and people no one would miss. Tonight, however she wanted a blue blood. She had bored of her usual prey. She wanted a trophy piece, someone who would challenge her ability to seduce and corrupt. She knew full well her power, for she was not a young vampire, nor was she very old. However, her insatiable desire for power and control over her victims drove her to masterfully perfect her skills of seduction. Her motivation to control and conquer made her an extremely powerful vampire. One look into her midnight blue eyes would render her victim helpless, capturing them in the snare of her hypnotic gaze. Her eyes possessed the ability to lock onto her target with deadly precision. Her powerful eyes changing at will, from innocent blue to dark spirals. The depth of her eyes could plunge her victim so deeply he would fall helpless, as though drowning in an infinite dark sea, thereby sealing his fate.
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