Who's Afraid of S-E-X?

I'm kinda pissed off at one of our local top 40 radio stations. I can't name them (legal stuff) but I'm pretty sure they know who they are.

And they ought to be ashamed of themselves.

I was driving around town the other, listening to Bruno Mars sing "The Lazy Song" When suddenly the sound blipped out for a second.  The station had censored the word "sex" out of the song...

Sex? They edited THAT out? Are you kidding me? Apparently not, cause they did it again later.

WTF??!! What, did we accidentally fall through a time warp into 1950 or something? This is 2011, are we really still so screwed up as a society that we can't look making love in the face?

Now I can understand bleeping out swear words, racial slurs, and maybe even drug references. (Although there never seemed to be a problem with Eric Clapton using them!) But SEX? Oh come on... isn't it about time we were grown ups on the subject? Sex is a normal, natural part of healthy adult life. We hear about it in school, it's all over the media, and it's plastered all over just about every magazine for sale at store check out counters.

FFS! If Eve Esler can scream CUNT! on national television, why can't Bruno Mars say "sex"? Espeically when another station in town plays a song where the entire refrain seems to be a guy growling "you bitch" over and over again?

Are we really thinking about this at all? Would we really rather hear Foster the Peoples'  3 minutes of ominous threats than we would hear someone talk about making love to his girl?

WHAT-ev-ER

I have news for all you little panty waisted sissy puritans out there. SEX isn't going anywhere. We aren't afraid of it, and there's NOTHING WRONG WITH TALKING ABOUT IT!!!!

If you don't like it, go find yourself an nice little rock to crawl under and let the rest of us live our lives in peace~

She told me all about you...

No, really, she did. *laugh*

We girls have our own little chat forum behind the scenes over at Niteflirt and we do talk.

About  EVERYTHING.

Now you really aren’t that surprised, are you?

I mean we can’t be talking on the phone or posing in front of the camera all the time.

Sometimes a girl needs a rest, and when we have a hot, fun session of phone sex we just can’t help wanting to share the details.

But that’s not all we talk about...

When you make us laugh, when you’re just so teeny weenie we can’t believe it, when we get you to do the most humiliating and degrading things you’ve ever done, or when we rape your wallet of every last dime we owe it to our fellow flirts to let them in on the fun.

So yeah, the girl you called last night was on the phone this morning telling me all about what she did to you, and worse how much you LIKED it.

You really are one sick, twisted little puppy, aren’t you?

Good. Call Me!

I can’t wait to manipulate you and make you live out your perverted little fetish fantasies.

Better charge up your credit card….

Unobtanium

Sorry, James, but I am the original unobtainable object; have been since long before you ever dreamed up your little blue men on their glowy fairyland planet.

Even in high school I was *THE ONE*. The jocks, the brains, the preppies, they all wanted me.

But they couldn't have me.

No matter what they offered, how much they begged, or what promises they made me, the answer was always NO.

Oh I'd take whatever they offered. They could buy me things, give me rides, or do my homework, and in exchange they'd get a little praise and attention. If they were very, very good they might even get a date...

I liked letting them think there might be more.. I loved flashing a bit of panty, giving them a glance down my top, giving a smoky look as I smiled or winked... They came to me eager, hot and ready, each one thinking "finally, finally, finally!"

And I shut them down. Cold as ice water on a raging fire.

Game over. Do not pass go. Sorry, you lose... AGAIN!

If a guy was really a jerk I'd humiliate him publicly, cut the big man down to his little boy size.

"Hey Joe, I read somewhere that 95% of guys play with themselves in the shower and the other 5 percent sing. What do they sing?...Oh you don't know? Yeah, that's what I thought.... Later, loser."

And walk away to the sound of a ring of girls laughing all around my victim.

The crueler I was, the more I said no, the bigger bitch I became the more they wanted me. And they harder they tried the meaner I got.

And then a funny thing happened.

Some of them started to LIKE it. They got as turned on by the put downs and humiliations as they did by my cup size. They actually craved my cruelty, and being a benevolent Mistress, I gave it to them generously.

Eventually we all graduated and moved on, but I know they are still out there. I see them from time to time and watch with pleasure as the hopeful look of longing comes over their faces.

Sometimes I throw them a treat. Leaning in close and putting a hand on his arm or chest, I press my lips to his ear and whisper: "See, I told you sucking all those cocks would give you an overbite." They stop and stare as I walk away, shocked, horrified, and as turned on as ever by being cut to the bone.

I know I can't be the only girl out there who treated her pets this way. There are guys EVERYwhere who still long for that kind of treatment.

And you're one of them, aren't you?

I can tell by the way you look at me. You long for someone to put you in your place, crave the horror of public humiliation, ache to degrade yourself in the futile hope of pleasing me. You want someone to whisper in your ear that all your power and looks and money don't mean anything, because you're still same old loser you always were and always will be--- and you know what I'm saying is true.

You know you want it. You need it.... so pick up the phone and call me.



I'm going to give you EXACTLY what you deserve!

Panty Licker's Punishment

I put my favorite puppy boy in chastity this morning.

He'd been a bad, bad, boy and needed to be punished.

Last weekend I bought a brand new pair of red satin panties, but this morning they were not in my dresser drawer.

After a brief search I found them buried at the bottom of the laundry hamper. The crotch was damp, the lace was covered with little crusty white spots that reeked of cum.

I was NOT happy.

I took the panties  and my red riding crop out by the pool where puppy was scrubbing the tile. As soon as he saw what I was holding he began to whimper. He confessed immediately.

Yes, he had been in my drawer again. The panties were just so sexy, so pretty, he couldn't help himself. He'd had to touch them, had to try them on, and they felt so good rubbing against his hard little dingle that he just couldn't help cumming all over them. He licked it all up like a good puppy, but he knew he would be in trouble so he hid the panties.

Bad, bad boy! Naughty puppy!

I dropped the panties on the ground at my feet. He crawled across the patio on his hands and knees, stopping in front of me. I took hold of a fistful of his hair and shoved his face down onto the panties. I rubbed his nose back and forth across them as I scolded him for being bad boy and playing with my things without permission.

He whimpered his apologies, but that was not enough. I lifted up my skirt and lay back on a lounge chair at the edge of the pool, showing him my leopard print panties. Then I told him since he liked licking my panties so much he could go ahead and lick the ones I was wearing, too.  Moaning, he put his eager little tongue to work, lapping away at the crotch of my dirty panties.

While his tongue licked the smooth fabric my red riding crop licked his ass, coming down hard and sharp on one cheek and then the other. He wiggled back and forth, yelping as the blows landed.

Once his ass was the same shade of red as the stolen panties I let him get to his feet. Taking hold of his now hard little tingle, I dragged him inside. After a few hard slaps of the crop dingle wilted again, and then I was ready to finish punishing puppy boy.

He whimpered more as I took the cock cage out of it's box. He begged me to please, please, please not put it on him. Oh God! not with the points!

Oh yes, puppy boy, with the points, a good lesson for naughty boys who can't control their cock and need Mistress to control it for them.  I slipped little dingle in and locked the lock.

Poor puppyboy looked so unhappy. :(

Almost immediately he asked how soon he could get out.

I told him we'd get little dingle out of weenie jail just as soon as he posted bail.

And now puppyboy was VERY unhappy. He is not permitted to have money. He couldn't pay any bail.

So little dingle will just have to stay locked up until we raise the money....

Click on the devil girl below if you'd like to contribute $5 towards little dingle's bail. I will unlock the chastity cage just as soon as sufficient funds have been raised...

~Mistress Skyye