Sunday was a very busy day for me - cuckolds coming out of the walls!

I talked to Cocksucker again on Sunday. Just to clarify for you and me both, the woman he serves and calls Mistress-Wife or Wife-Mistress is not married to him. They have a professional relationship, although most people who see them do think that they are married.

He’s totally into the gloryhole scene, and he’d like to produce some amateur girl-at-the-gloryhole DVDs. I’m working on him to make a proper members website. There’s a good-looking slutty and submissive female in the picture who an astute business person could fashion a great blowjob site around. She would, of course, also be serving the Mistress.  Since the Mistress does not give blowjobs, having a pretty slutty female submissive around can be handy. Gosh, why would a Mistress give blowjobs?

I also talked to my pigslave, who I had not heard from in a while. In the fantasy, I keep him and the other slaves locked up in cages, metal boxes in the cellar, while I watch my wealth increase. I taunt him by reading to him from a list of the value of my investments.  As part of the contract, he had agreed to turn over to me all his worldy possessions, and I would have my handsome young boyfriend snip off his balls and cock, all while I laugh at what a disgusting piggy slave he has become. As he grows fatter and more loathsome, I find less and less use for him. Eventually, his only purpose is to clean my ass when I sit on top of the cage.

There’s more to the fantasy, but that’s how far it went this time. I wouldn’t want to spoil it for you. Next time he calls, I’ll tell you what happens next.

I happened across A Nawty Mouz and thought you might like to read this entry, too.

Pretty hot stuff.

As you should be aware, I take calls on Niteflirt, a company that provides dispatch and billing services by maintaining a giant website where customers can surf bazillions of girls. They keep accounts. When a customer wants to make a call, all he has to do is click a button. The call is dispatched between him and the girl, and the money is automatically deducted from his account after the call is ended. All very neat, tidy, and confidential.

The issue for many callers is that Niteflirt has rules that forbid talking about many topics that guys think they ought to be able to talk about when they’re calling phone sex girls. In other words, we’re not supposed to talk about really nasty things.

These so-called “taboo” topics are of course common in the phone sex industry. Why would a guy call a phone sex girl if she’s not allowed to talk about anything that his wife won’t talk about, anyway? Companies that forbid calls on “taboo” topics are called “taboo” companies, while companies that allow it are called “no taboo” companies. In other words, the girls have no “taboos”.

I know this is confusing, seeing as how “taboo” and “no taboo” seem to mean the same thing. I’m going to copy for you here Niteflirt’s rules clarifying what is and is not permitted.

Are there any limits on the types of Adult Content material that is permitted on the Niteflirt website? Yes. Members are expected to follow all applicable federal, state and local laws, regulations and ordinances relating to obscene and indecent content and communications. In particular, obscenity and child pornography are prohibited on Niteflirt because they violate the laws of the United States and many other countries. While obscenity is not always easy to define and depends on the standards in your area, Niteflirt specifically prohibits any listings, Mail or conversations that contain content related to bestiality, rape sex, incest, sex with graphic violence or degradation, excretory functions, bodily fluids, fisting and any other content which may be judged as obscene. With respect to child pornography, Niteflirt will remove any listings and prohibits any Mail containing or referring to child pornography, such as listings containing the word “Lolita” or referring to nude photographs of “girls,” “teens” or “children.” In no event may images of children, whether nude, clothed or partially clothed, be posted in Mail or in any area of the Site, including Speaker listings. In the event that Niteflirt discovers child pornography or images of children in any listing, Mail or otherwise, Niteflirt will promptly notify the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children and/or the appropriate law enforcement agency.

It’s not at all clear that the rules allow talking about sex. But seriously, many girls on Niteflirt do refuse to do these topics, as they don’t want their accounts deleted. Also, many girls who work Niteflirt are pretty squeamish. That’s one reason why they work there - not having to get nasty with the callers.

So I won’t talk about those topics on Niteflirt, but if you want to talk about those topics with me, you can call me at my other number.

1-888-483-5639

That’s $2 a minute with a 10 minute minimum. We take credit and debit cards for your convenience. And when you call, address me as “Mistress Sylvie”.

I spoke with a caller last night whose fantasy was that his wife would have sex with other men, would be his cuckold Mistress, in some ways like me. This was, of course, a pure fantasy, far removed from reality. In fact, he loves her dearly, but she is neither adventurous nor particularly sexual.

So that’s why he called me, to turn his vague longings into a virtual cuckolding experience.

In real life, he’s a guy with what might be a somewhat less than average endowment - not spectacularly small, but definitely not large. Again in real life, this probably meshes pretty well with a woman who is not particularly sexual, and thus is probably not dreaming of big cocks.

But somewhere in the back of his mind, the little brain is feeding the big brain data that is driving him wild, making him crave the humiliation that comes with knowing your wife finds you inadequate and has to go elsewhere to get satisfied.

It takes a certain knack to recognize when a certain response is an opening, and to know what to say next that will really twist the knife while at the same time making him beg for more. In the fantasy he ended up doing all sorts of humiliating things that he has never even considered doing - or considered and rejected out of hand - just because his Mistress wife told him to, wanted him to, needed him to for her own pleasure, satisfaction, convenience, or the sheer entertainment value of it.

He knows full well that his wife does not suck cock. Therefore, if her boyfriend wants it, who is there to do it but him? But of course. It only makes sense. He’s there to keep his wife happy, to make sure she gets satisfied, no matter what it takes.

Aren’t fantasies fun?

The caller who I wrote about in the last entry called again last night, repeatedly. We talked 5 times over a period of 2 hours.  

At times when he’s on an adventure, he feels the need to talk to a woman heart to heart, and basically, that’s not something he gets from any woman he’s “involved” with. It’s a service he has to pay for. Not only are there not any women in his life who he can confide in this way, but most women in general would not be able to relate to his experiences, even most women who do phone sex.

We talked about his marital history. Through a series of marriages he lived experiences of cheating and being cheated on, culminating with an experience or two where the wife he hoped to make his cuckold mistress ended up liking the experience too much.

He prefers to be addressed as “Cocksucker”, as that’s his only sexual outlet nowadays. He will suck cock for the pleasure of the woman he calls Mistress-wife. This often happens if her boyfriend wants it, and she doesn’t suck cock. Period.

But he’s also got some other stuff going on there. His wife is a highly desirable woman, and he sees himself as her pimp. It’s his function to pimp for her, not just procuring lovers for her, but running background checks to make sure they have enough money to be worthy of her, because they will be spending that money on her.

In fact, they have a little glory hole action going on. She’ll step into the booth, and the guy on the other side thinks that she is sucking his cock. Well, she’s not. Guess who is…

What are you going to buy me?

I thought that would get a rise out of you. Valentine’s Day is one of my two favorite holidays, the other being, of course Christmas. Those are the two days when all the men in my life compete to see who can buy me the nicest gift.

My husband usually wins,  because he’s got enough money to buy me whatever I could want. Last year he bought me a trip to Jamaica with my boyfriend. How considerate can a husband be?

Especially seeing as how he got left behind because he had to work. Absence does make the heart grow fonder. He was one horny little cocksucker when we got back, don’t you know?

So even when he wins, he loses.

If you were to click my photo, you would be magically transported to the world of Niteflirt, where you could make your own donation to the cause of keeping me happy.

Don’t you know, last night I had a call from a guy whose wife cuckolds him. She was in the process, and he was eagerly awaiting his reward, the cream pie. He’d talk for a while, then hang up and call back. It was getting to be dawn when he hung up for the last time.

I certainly hope he got it in the end. It would be ~kind of~ too bad if he was denied yet again, except for the fact that denial is probably all he deserves.

You didn’t think she lets him have sex with her, did you?

I’m so sorry I didn’t post all weekend. I was just so busy. How time flies when you’re having fun!

Friday night I went out on a date with my boyfriend. My hubby even played chauffeur for us. Wasn’t that sweet of him? First he drove us to pick up my boyfriend Marcus, at his apartment. He took us to the restaurant in the Volvo. He drove right up to the door, got out all dressed in his chauffeur’s costume, and opened the door for me and my boyfriend to make our entrance.

I just love that. It makes me feel like such a princess. Everybody watches, and then you get superior service.  Afterwards I had hubby drop me and Marcus off at his apartment, so he didn’t get to see what was going on when we were getting it on. Poor baby. You can’t always get what you want, expecially when you’re a pathetic loser, can you?

Saturday night I went out on the town by myself. I ended up at one of those nice clubs where there are always guys to dance with. I ended up going home early because I was tired. Well of course I brought a guy home with me! Too bad he could only stay for a couple of hours, but that was long enough. Hubby got his cream pie.

Yesterday was the Superbowl, doh. I’m not much of a football fan. I mostly like to hang out in the kitchen flirting with the fans and distracting them from the game. But football parties, I love them. We open the bar and put out all the snacks. Everybody serves themselves 

Face it. Professional football games are long and boring, with brief periods of excitement. Fitting in a little sex during those long boring commercial breaks can double your fun, Or at least, it can double my fun, and did.

I even had a chance to take phone calls from guys like you. We are made for each other, you and I. You get all excited when I tell you how the pathetic you are, and I just love hearing those little moans while you’re paying me to tell you all about it.

You have a nice night.

You remember I told you he was traveling for work. Well, they gave him a comp day, so he was around the house and I had him take me shopping. It’s just a little game we play. I’m the rich lady and he’s the chauffeur. I dress up in high heels, stockings with seams, expensive clothes that show off just enough skin in the right places. And of course accessories. A girl can’t live without accessories.

We take the old Volvo down to the Mall, he drives up to the front door and lets me out dressed in a real chauffeur’s uniform I had him buy. I get to order him around, and he obeys me. It makes me feel like a real princess.

Then he waits in the car for me to call him on my cellphone when I’m ready to go, or when I need him to come and get some of the stuff I’m carrying. A lady shouldn’t be loaded down. It interferes with being graceful and alluring. Men are beasts of burden. They are just designed to carry stuff for us. Ladies, it’s their destiny!

It certainly gives him something useful to do with himself on his days off. It’s a good thing he has a job with a good salary, so we can play this game at least once a week.

Weekend coming up! I’ve got a date on Saturday, but I’m feeling restless… I may head out tomorrow and see what happens. I love doing that, because hubby never knows if I’m telling the truth about where I’m going. Keeps him on his toes.

Ta-ta.