I "heart" Whizzer!

Does anyone out there NOT know who the wonderful Whizzer is?

Well, actually, he's not so wonderful. In fact he's kind of a sissy loser who is always getting his ass raped and beaten for his constant errors in service to the Dominant women who rule his life.

He seems to spend a lot of time tied up, tortured, teased, and made to suffer endless days of denial and suffering.

But the women who rule him, now they rock.  All of them evil, all of them sadists, and all of them taking pleasure in torturing poor Whizzer for the sake of his own betterment.

This is all done in a series of Femdom art cartoons that tell the story if his life from his time at the University of Femdomia up through winning, marrying and then serving Constance.

Every panel has Whizzer dressed in his sissy best, his bottom bare and red and his hugely swollen boy bits oozing and he begs for release.

And every one of them makes me smile. There's nothing like finding a bit of Whizzer's misfortunes in my inbox in the morning to make may day.

What I love is that they aren't just cruelly sadistic, they're also funny.  You can't help laugh at poor little Whizzer's impossible predicament, even though you know just how much he's suffering.

But they do make me feel very wicked. Every time I indulge in the Misadventures of Whizzer Black I immediately become overwhelmed by the urge to make some poor boy suffer.

After all, why should poor Whizzer be alone in his misery?

Want to be in his position? Call Me! You'll never be so happy to be so sorry!

~Mistress Skyye

Stud Service For Puppyboi

The spring weather has had puppyboi a bit restless lately. He's humping everything he sees.

Scolding hasn't helped, and paddling his little bottom just makes him more anxious. Nothing seems to soothe his savage little beast.

This weekend I took pity on him and arranged some relief. Sunday afternoon My friend, MasterMike brought his slut puppy Wild Cherry over and we let puppyboi be her stud.

She was a good little slut, so quiet and obediant, but you could tell she was eager. All her muscles tensed. Her shaved pink slit quivered with anticipation.

Her master hand prepared her well, she was wet and ready.

Puppyboi stared at the naked slut in awe, like he could not believe such a treat was really his for the having.

The slut climbed up on the mounting block and turned her back to us. She spread her legs and arched her hips, giving us a glorious view of two tight, slick little holes just begging to be plugged.

Puppyboi began to whimper. He could smell the slut and was getting very excited.

I unlocked his cock cage. He crouched on all fours, his head swing from me to the slut and back.

"Go get her, boi!," I commanded.

Puppyboi crawled across the tile floor, stumbling over the chains binding his ankles in his haste.

He covered the slut immediately, sliding his little dingle into her with one quick stroke. The slut yelped, then smiled and arched her hips more. Puppyboi began frantically thrusting back and forth.

the slut's master watched intently, focusing on her face as she enjoyed puppyboi.

"Cum, slut", MasterMike ordered. Immediately the slut threw her head back and moaned. Her whole body shuddered again and again.

Puppyboi let out a moan of his own. He held her hips tightly as she exploded, he looked at me imploringly. I smiled.

"Now, down!" called the slut's master. Immediately Wild Cherry pulled away from puppyboi and hopped down from the block. She crawled to her Master's side and sat.

Puppyboi stayed on the block, looking cold and lonely with his wet little dingle sticking out. I came over and gave it a hard pinch. He yelped. Little dingle quickly deflated.

He whimpered, looking at me with big, sad eyes.

"I said you could have a slut to play with. I never said you were going to get to cum," I said. Puppiboy hung his head.

"But don't worry, if you're a good boi I'll give you some relief later."  With that I locked him back in his CB-2000.

MasterMike had a bulge in the front of his jeans.

I was so wet I was dripping.

I untied my skirt, letting it drop. The slut's master licked his lips.

I pushed aside my g-string and slipped a finger into myself. I brought my finger to my lips. Watching MasterMike closely, I slowly licked my finger up and down.

"Wanna taste?" I asked him.

He lifted me up onto the railing of the gazebo, bent his head and began licking me rapidly. His tongue slid over all of my best places, teasing the lips, thrusting inside, running little circles around my clit. I dug my hands into his hair as his tongue worked faster.

"Fuck me," I whispered. He smiled. With one graceful move MasterMike scooped me off the railing and pulled us down onto the nearby chaise lounge.

I straddled him and slid down on his huge, hard, thick cock. I rocked against him, grinding my clit on his pubic bone as I angled myself so he hit my g-spot. I pumped myself up and down, riding him furiously.

The waves were building. I felt the tingles starting in that tight place in my stomach. One more thrust. Two... On the third one they broke over me. I screamed as I came hard.

Spent and breathless, I colapsed against the slutmaster's chest.

"Goddamn," he said, awed and breathless. He was still throbbing hard. I may have been spent, but I couldn't leave a guest in such a state.

I called puppyboi over... He came obediently.

"Are you a good puppy?" I asked him.

He nodded.

"Do you want a treat later?"

He nodded again.

"Will you do what I tell you?"

He nodded a third time.

"Good boy. Suck Master Mike's cock, and swallow his cum."

Shock flashed across puppyboi's face. I'd never asked him to do something like this before.

"Do you want some relief later or not?"

Puppyboi whimpered.

"Then suck."

Puppyboi opened his mouth. Mike slid in between his lips. Puppyboi sucked, sliding his wet mouth up and down Mike's huge shaft. His little neck wiggled like a bobblehead's as he sucked.

After a few minutes there was a small "urgk" sound, and then the sound of swallowing. Master Mike pulled slowly out of puppyboi's mouth, leaving strings of spit and cum trailing between his cock and puppyboi's lips.

"Good boy," I said as I patted the top of his head.

I kept my promise, too.

That night just before bed I got out the probe and the TENS unit and milked puppyboi over and over again until he went dry.

Wanna play with MasterMike and Me?

CALL ME, I'm sure we can cum up with something...

~Mistress Skyye

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