I put an ad on a website, and I got a call from a guy in Alaska who was not really looking for phone sex. Actually, he was looking for a woman—an escort, most likely—who would get the breast implants of his choice at his expense. Then she would turn around and, through mind control, hypnosis, etc, turn him into the woman of his dreams, depleting his fortune while transforming him into a little cocksucking whore.

Well, I’ve kind of grown attached to my bosom, if you know what I mean. And regardless of the fact that he thought these boobies were “perfect”, they looked painful to me and hard to sleep on.

Not to mention the fact that the website hasn’t been updated in almost a year and a half. Is she still alive? And it is copyright 20005. When?

So I played him along for a few minutes, but then I got tired of speaking, since he hadn’t yet agreed to pay for a call. I was wasting my time, when I could have been doing something productive, like sleeping. And I really had no intention of getting any damned plastic boobies.

So he decided that it was up to me to decide if he was going to do a call. I told him to do the call, he started whining at me to use his trigger words first, and I hung up. Hmph. Topping from the bottom or what?

He can be somebody else’s problem.

It sounds like these ladies have found the tropical paradise of a cuckoldress’s dreams. Not just black guys, not just young guys, but willing young African males in Kenya serve as a major tourist attraction for older women in search of arm candy and a fun time.

Of course, they’ve got some theories as to why this is so. They’re feeling that the fact that there was any sex tourism at all means that somehow this was a logical step. They seem to be at least as worried about this as about pedofile sex tourists.

I guess it’s just unseemly that older women should be asking for what they want and getting it. More power to you, girls!

I know where I’m having my husband take me on our next vacation…

I hope I don’t offend too many people in writing this. I really do believe that a woman should know what she likes and be willing to commit to it. But please, not THAT. I am traumatized almost beyond words.

It happened at a baseball game last night. The offender was a SSBBW (that’s Super-Size Big Beautiful Woman) who had a tendency to walk around with a scowl on her face.

Perhaps she was offended by the looks she was getting. Mind your own business, I can imagine her thinking, and maybe saying if someone had the nerve to make a comment.

I’m not one of those people who is offended by the mere sight of a hefty person of any dimensions. I’m not offended when I see large people eat. It bothers me a lot more when I hear skinny people make comments about hefty people eating like pigs, when in fact the skinny person is one of the people with the most porcine (or bovine) eating habits I have ever seen. People are blind to their own actions and their own behavior. But let’s not get into that. It is beside the point of this little discussion.

The problem was what she chose to wear. We have to have standards, Ladies. Just because Onslow can get away with wearing a wifebeater on Keeping Up Appearances doesn’t mean we can. And especially it doesn’t mean that a woman should be wearing one of those muscle tees that looks like a regular tee shirt with the armholes hacked out really big. Only a buff young guy should wear one of those, and even on him it would be too casual for most public appearances.

Here’s the problem: she was wearing a shirt like that kind. The armholes came down to, well, maybe two or three inches above the waist. They were a good eight inches across. So if her breasts hadn’t hung down to her waist, one straight down and one at a peculiar angle, she probably would have been arrested for wearing that. For sure I would have been arrested.

Yeah, the nipples were hidden, but that was about all.

Err… Ladies, please. You are Superior Women. Superior You should dress like Superior Women. Wear clothing in public.

Thanks.

I’ve been talking to a number of British cuckolds lately. I just love the cute accents, and of course, they have those teenie weenie peenies!

Why would a woman ever have sex with a guy like that when there are so many real men with real cocks to choose from? Of course they are aware of the issue, which is why they called me - to rub it in how pathetic they are and how pointless it would be to actually try to find a woman who might be willing to have sex with them.

Have you heard about The Cuckold Movie? Someone showed me the trailer online. I’m sure if you’re reading this, you’ll enjoy seeing the trailer. There doesn’t seem to be any more information about it. Keep your eyes open. Maybe you’ll see something about the release date of the movie, or maybe you’ll just see a big black guy sneaking into your house when your wife is at home and you’re supposed to be at work…

The Cuckold Movie trailer.

I had a regular call a few days ago. He was very depressed about how things are going in his life. Add that to the fact that he’d gotten really drunk, incoherently so, and he decided to call so I could help him take his mind off his troubles.

He has a little fantasy cuckold thing we go through, centering on his inadequate equipment and how that makes him so much less of a man that his girlfriend’s lover.

Well it does, doesn’t it? But at least he understands his place in the scheme of things… serving his woman and the real man of her choice.

So I teased him for hours about his pathetic, useless little “thumbkin”, how groups of women like to tease him, and the ways in which he will serve his girlfriend and her lover.

It will probably be a while before he’ll be able to afford to call again, but he’ll be back. They can’t keep away.

From a guy who was calling me to tell me he was wanking.

Did I miss something? Isn’t that what phone sex is all about?

I had a call today from a guy who has called me several times over the past few months. He has a really cute British accent —actually he’s from New Zealand—and he wants to make a commitment to being my slave.

Cool. I get to listen to that accent while I am training him to respond to my commands. Or whatever.

At least he seems to be aware of the possible scope of our relationship, seeing as how he lives on the opposite end of the earth as me.

But the most fun is how it will make my husband feel. A sub just starts to get a bit too comfortable, and then he can get cocky. I’ve been neglecting him, humiliating him insufficiently, and this will help make up for it, him knowing that he’s not my only sub.

An interesting conversation with a cuckold

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”.

You stay up so late having such a good time that you get almost no sleep in at all, and then it takes forever for you to motivate yourself and mobilize your body out of bed. You remember what a great time you had, but gosh! You desperately need to take a day off.

Lucky for me, I don’t have to work to support myself. I just let my hubby do the breadwinning. Since he spent the night out of town, I didn’t get disturbed by him getting up, and I was able to sleep until 10:00 am. It’s soo nice you can do that when you have guys supporting you and your needs.

Pretty simple, after all. I need to have fun, and he needs to make sure that I do. A fair trade if I do say so myself. But you knew that, or if you didn’t, you do now. That’s just the way it is, when you’re an inferior male who knows his place and lives to support a superior female, like me.

Tou are helpless in the presence of a female. You find us just awe-inspiring. It’s because we’re all superior to you. But you knew that.