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.

So I stayed up so late one night last week that I remember only in a fog making some new animated buttons for my Niteflirt listings. They are the same style as the ones I use as call buttons on my blog posts, but as you can see, one is for my Wishlist.

while as far as the other is concerned, the button itself tells it all. 
I didn’t realize until they went up that the style goes with this blog but not really with my listings. I was too tired to do anything about it at the time.Well don’t you know, I had a drive-by cocksucker actually paid that $25. I sent him a nice photo of myself looking down at him with an admonition to “Keep up the good work.” Don’cha know he paid again! Good boy. You were born to suck cock, now weren’t you?

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.

A customer who had called me several times previously—to talk about whatever—wanted to try out a cuckold fantasy.

Who knows who the fantasy will fit?

He was, in fact, a bit embarrassed about it—not in itself unusual for a first-timer—because he says he has a 10″ cock—unusual in general.

Well, who am I to question? I know there are girls who say that every guy tells them he has a 9″ cock, but I think most guys are more honest with me. I only occasionally get guys telling me they have unusually large cocks.

It’s not an issue for me, being a woman, but I know there is at least one large penis support forum, for guys who are self-conscious about that sort of thing.

But the thing about the cuckold fantasy is that it’s about humiliation. The husband is humiliated because his wife has to go find satisfaction with some other man, and the fantasy implies that the man is insufficiently physically endowed, or his wife would already be satisfied.

(Just an aside: guys, the orgasm in a woman is clitoral. I know this is controversial, as it has only been absolutely proven by science for 35 years or so. The idea that there are separate vaginal and clitoral orgasms is misinformation, just as it was decades ago. The key to satisfying a woman who has any self-awareness at all is to be sensitive toward her needs and desires when it matters. )

But I digress. I told him if he wanted it, I could make it happen for him. In fact, I could tease him for his little wienie, while acting out the fantasy. He’s not the first guy with a big cock who wanted me to tease him as though he had a teenie weeny peenie.

Why does a guy want that? Let me know your ideas on this.

But regardless, he was very satisfied by the experience.

Call me!

Haha, you know who you are. Loser is too respectful a moniker, so I’ll have to call him L*O*S*E*R*, just to make sure everybody knows just how deep his worthlessness goes.

It’s been a slow weekend on Niteflirt, or so it seems. Not many flirts have been available. I guess they’re all out taking advantage of the weather, but I’m sure they’d be on if the customers weren’t out enjoying the weather with their wives and kiddos, too.

It hasn’t actually been a slow weekend for me on Niteflirt. Because so many flirts are taking time off, some of their customers have called me. I’ve been available. Well why not? Relaxing around the pool, sucking down some iced drinks and soaking up the rays of the sun on my perfectly smooth oiled golden-brown tanned skin while my husband is out earning a living to support my lifestyle. Why not have the phone on? You never know when a loser will happen to call, so I can draw him into my web.

Or a *L*O*S*E*R*, that is. OMG, and what a *L*O*S*E*R* he is. He introduced himself by explaining that he is fat, bald, ugly, and shy. Turns out he’s also 30 and living at home with mommy, and he has a small weewee. He just opened an account that very day and had been calling around Niteflirt looking for a little humiliation. But seeing how painfully shy he was, he had ended up mostly purchasing stuff. Hadn’t really talked to more than a couple of flirts, and while he liked what he heard, more or less, I guess they hadn’t clicked enough for him to keep calling them.

He kept calling me. What a *L*O*S*E*R*, couldn’t even figure out how to put more money into his account without hanging up. I had to explain it to him.

I couldn’t help it if everything he said just provided more evidence of his worthlessnes, how pathetic he is. It really was necessary for me to point out these things for him. We wouldn’t want a *L*O*S*E*R* to forget how pathetic he is, now would we?

What a waste of time for me, and how for him lucky that I was even willing to take his money and listen to him babble on. Hearing him draw in those little breaths every time I turned what he said around and twisted it to make sure he realized what a pathetic fucking loser piece of shit wannabe faggot cocksucker FAILURE he is.

You read that, didn’t you, *L*O*S*E*R*, and your heart began to race. I touched your humiliation button, didn’t I, *L*O*S*E*R*?

You’ll never be the same again. You belong to me now.

called me yesterday. We can call him ‘Mr. A.’ He talked at length about background - how he looks at women and feels like a little sissy, even though everyone around him sees him as a man’s man.

This is different from most men, who see a woman and want to have sex with her on the pavement right there.

I find that’s a clear test of a guy’s orientation. When I get a different answer on that question, it’s important, because it’s so rare, like the time I asked a guy if he’d had that feeling, and he replied that he sees her tied up.

Women never have that response, seeing a guy and wanting to have sex with him on the pavement right there. It’s a guy thing.

So we talked a little bit about his experiences - just a little bit. Mostly we talked about how truly laughable he is, and how difficult it would be to live this down if women he knew found out about it.

We didn’t get through most of it, and then he had to go. He asked if it was okay to call again later, and I said I would be around most of the time. Unfortunately, I had a busy phone day. So many wankers, so little time! So I don’t really know if he tried to call me back.

Too bad, it looks like it was going to be a really interesting story.

Now for a followup on a previous link…

Meeboguest G: The saga continues

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?

At least that’s what that caller was thinking. He was remembering how his girlfriend had cuckolded him, him with his pathetic little cocklet. How small was it? He was ashamed to tell even me, someone he had never met in person and most likely never would.

But it must have been pretty darned small. He knew he could never satisfy a woman, which is why he came to accept that he was meant to be humiliated sexually. That is the last step before becoming addicted to the humiliation, unable to stop from seeking it, and unable to keep from playing with his teenie weenie peenie. He had become a compulsive wanker.

He was one of those guys who needs the humiliation, but he’s not looking for a woman to scream at him what a pathetic fucking useless piece of shit he is. He needs that caring touch that I can provide, so he can know that the person who is about to twist the knife in his back loves him enough to do it slowly and meticulously, for maximal agony.

For some reason I am able to draw those cucks into my confidence, and they start playing roles they never would have dreamed they would. Or they reveal their deepest darkest secrets to me, as their Mistress, their wife, their girlfriend, their cuckoldress. They share secrets they have never shared with anyone else, that they thought would never pass through their lips.

She told him to suck her lover’s cock clean, and he did it.

He still has trouble thinking about that.

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

This lesson is entitled, only for those of you who haven’t got a clue, “Who’s the caller?”

In case you haven’t figured out why, take a look at the little email I just found in my account. It was from a non-caller, somebody who’s never spent a dime on me, just FYI.

Not that it really makes any difference. I am the callee. You want to talk to me, you call ME.

Pretty simple. Not rocket science.

You send dumb emails out, and girls will put them in their blogs and poke fun at what an idiot you are. So don’t do it.

And dang it all, after he went to all that trouble, don’t you know I missed the deadline. I guess some other lucky girl will have to call him.

Just had a call from a caller with a yummy British accent. He wanted to be teased to the limit, to maximize his orgasmic experience. He was one suffering puppy when I finally let him cum. Men definitely need to have their members controlled.