I’ll be taking calls Wednesday night on my new toll-free direct dial line at 1-888-809-8060. Look for me after 9:30pm EST! If I get back from the gym early or late I’ll update my Twitter to let you know when to start salivating, my Pavlovian pets.
Niteflirt has been steadily making progress with their site updates, so if you’re already a Niteflirt member and want to try the new beta system I’ll try to be available for calls on Niteflirt as well.
Quick question for my phone domination callers (and curious would-be callers): I know you’ve mentioned wanting an easy way to keep track of my Niteflirt schedule. Now that I’m posting on Twitter fairly regularly, it’s easy for me to just publish my availability there as it changes. You can subscribe via Twitter or any RSS reader (or just refresh my Twitter page obsessively like a good stalker).
Thing is, my existing Twitter account also contains blog update notifications, interesting links, replies to friends and the usual bits of fluff you’d expect in a Twitter feed. (I’m not that bad. There’s only been one tweet about my new kitten.)
I’m sold on the idea but debating one thing: Should I create a separate Twitter account strictly for phone sex and cam schedule updates, or is it easier for you to stalk me all in one place? If you’ve been trying to catch me on Niteflirt, let me know honestly: is this something you would use or do you have another suggestion?
The delightfully wicked domme Mistress Chianti has invited me to blog weekly at her new site, Sexy Phone Mistress. Five lifestyle phone dommes explore their thoughts on kink, fetish, domination sessions both physical and virtual… It’s fun to have a new place to explore the submissive mindset and motivations, discuss the triggers behind the kink with other genuinely dominant women that also work the phones.
My first post just went live:
There’s a special thrill to fetish phone calls snuck in when the wife or girlfriend is just out of earshot, knowing she could discover your kinky little submissive desires at any minute – knowing she could catch you, cock in hand, humiliated and deeply aroused all at once.
When my submissive males aren’t alone, I love to tease them and make them ache for me. Last night I did just that.
I’ve got this caller… he’s married and a workaholic, so he’s hit or miss, but very open and responsive. He’s vanilla – mostly.
He’s got a little weakness for tease and denial, which is my preferred tool of subtle feminine dominant manipulation. When a dominant woman slips a collar around your cock and wraps you up in a velvet leash you’ll follow her lead anywhere.
He followed my lead from his mobile phone. In the bathtub. At home. While his wife was home – and very close by. He couldn’t speak, just type and listen, which rendered him effectively helpless to control or resist my teasing.
I was out walking my Shiba Inu (yes, at 2am) and got a call on my cell from a pervert by the name of Mike. Mike has a problem: he has a porn collection numbering in the thousands. He jerks off three times a day (or more). He has not had sex in seven years.
There are men who like porn; they like to masturbate, they like to come. For some it’s a hobby. For Mike it’s closer to a lifestyle. Personally, I love those guys. They crack me up and they keep the phones ringing.
While he’s telling me this I’m walking down the sidewalk near the park, cell in one hand, leash in the other, and teasing him with my plans for the evening (unlike his, mine involve sex with someone other than my hand).
He lets out the most woeful sigh of regret I’ve ever heard from a compulsive masturbator. “I wish there was someone there you could tell about me.”
As he’s saying this, two goth club kids walk up and greet me. I’m guessing he can’t hear them in the background because he hangs up, clearly frustrated that I hadn’t met anyone in the five minutes he stayed on the line. The goths – on the young end of college age – hear the tail end of the Niteflirt message.
The girl gives me a look like she’s heard it before.
Mike – apparently wanking off to all those porn DVDs gave you no stamina whatsoever, because if you’d waited another 30 seconds you would have heard the giggles of a slightly drunk, kinda cute brunette goth chick laughing at the fact that you’d rather collect enough porn to keep a frathouse stocked up than even try to pay a girl to have sex with you. That is truly a sign that you have given up on life.
Hanging up just before you would have gotten the delicious semi-public humiliation you crave: phone sex FAIL.
Getting nearly 24 hour access to your Sabrina fix: WIN.
This line forwards directly to my cell 24/7. I might be driving around, walking my Shiba Inu, shopping, out with friends, drinking, or on a date with a man who can measure up. If I’m in bed, this line is on Alerts since my mouth might be too full to talk…
This line is open to all sorts of conversation. I might not always be in a place where I can talk explicitly but that never stops me from listening! I won’t be in front of the computer so you’ll need to introduce yourself when you call.
This is the closest you’ll ever get to getting my cell phone number. Don’t lose it.
One reason I enjoy taking phone domination calls on Niteflirt: there’s never a dull moment.
j: what do you want me to have for the call?
me: mm, well what do you have? and do you have any toys?
j: i’m at home, you tell me
me: right, because I live next door and can peek into your window and see what you’ve got.
That call ended with me forcing him to spank his balls with a wooden spoon, calling him my bitch, and making him shove ice cubes up his greedy ass. Then… well. I made him cry, you see. It turns me on when they cry.
That night I actually made a man masturbate with his own tears.
That’s one life goal checked off…
n: so those are his guitars over Your shoulder in the piccy
n: and yes, isn’t it weird about NF boundries
n: which we should nonetheless respect (and do, don’t we)
Sabrina Morgan: yes, you’ve been an absolute gentleman
Sabrina Morgan: sticky fingered maybe, but nonetheless endearing in your own way
And to prove the point, he bought me breakfast. After I made him worship my luscious round ass.
Did you miss me? Apologies for the extended absence – I’ve crossed the country (twice), moved into my new place, and acquired a new pet to train and discipline.
More on that later. Tonight I’m wearing a set of the luxe new lingerie I’ve been bragging about: red satin bra, skimpy, slinky red satin skirt, black lace garter belt with red satin accents, incredibly tiny (and perfect) red satin thong with a fetching satin bow that rests right above the cleft of my ass cheeks. Oh, and silky black 100% nylon stockings.
They’re so very sheer and delicate (can’t be more than 10 denier) that I’m afraid they might not be worn again after tonight. Enjoy them while they’re here – I know I am.
Get on Niteflirt with me tonight. Let’s get decadent. I’ve got weeks of pent-up webcam teasing to do and I’m sure you’d make the cutest willing victim…
When was the last time you heard a phone sex operator have a real orgasm?
If you’re caller j, then the answer might be a few minutes ago. Twice over.
He called my Orgasm Ignore Line. It works like this: I put the phone down and do whatever I want. To myself. You listen in and count yourself lucky. It might take five minutes or it might take hours, depends on my mood and how revved up I am.
I was actually about to come when he called. I had a bad case of the morning hornies and was looking at some porn; the phone rang right as I was closing my eyes for the moment of truth. I grabbed the phone reflexively which is probably a good thing… it would have been tempting to let it go and finish but I was operating on instinct.
He let me know he knew the scoop (hooray for a stroker that reads the listing text) so I wasted no time in getting back to it. (No ulterior motives there. Really.) I’ll tease and deny everyone but myself. My denial was in waiting almost two whole weeks to be choked, spanked, and fucked by the man with the shiny black revolver. It was worth the wait (every minute of it!) but I’m an addict and all I crave is more more more.
This was the best I could do:
Phone beside me on my bed, about eight inches away from my face. The faint sound of his breathing. Nothing more. Face half-buried in my blankets, red hair everywhere. Rustling of clothing, of sheets… breathing back to ragged as my hand finds my slick wet lips, parts them, then slides up to my clit. I ride the waves and grind against my palm. The phone flickers in and out of my periphery of vision. It’s there, a blue glowing audience of one. A quiet presence that will not interfere – only witness. A moment later it’s not there to me. He’s not there to me, but somewhere there’s a man with his hand around his cock, listening for that change in my breathing. Soft low moans wriggle out of my body and break into screams.
I’ve been up for so long. And after last night… I’m floating, I honestly am. There’s mist outside and mist in my head. My whole body’s feeling like fog settling into the earth, just soaking in slow. Absorbing and being absorbed.
Now I’m with it and he just heard me come. I’m aware and smiling. If you know me, if you’ve called me, you know I smile when I’m feeling wicked so I don’t stop, oh no. I keep my hand cupped between my legs – and get more descriptive. He hears that I want more, that I’m going to come again. He hears my thumb brush my clit and hears me find it too sensitive. I’m going to try my ass instead.
There’s no way it’s going to take me long to come with my palm pressed against my clit and a finger in my ass still wet from my last orgasm. And he hears it. Every breath, every staccato moan, every word. Every choked-off scream and the bitten, imprinted knuckles it leaves.
“Do you ever come on calls?”
The tooth marks on the back of my hand say yes.
(Did he come? I have no idea. He hasn’t called back to beg permission to come yet.)
Unfortunately Niteflirt disconnected us before I could hit round three. Next time…
Sorry boys, no cam tonight – I’m putting together two new photo sets. One is a huge custom set for one of my favorite cam clients, and the other is the abridged version I’ll be making available to all of you on Niteflirt this month.
He’s so addicted to my photo sets he orders a new one after almost every cam show. I wonder what’s going to happen when he figures out I also do custom tease video…
Last night I teased him with my sheer lace bra, upskirt peeks in my office chair, and ground my ass at him until he came – I moved like I was fucking the air, all while my sensual voice was whispering in his ear that he would never be lucky enough to bury his face in my ass and lick it, let alone fuck me… After he savored the privilege of orgasming while looking at my smooth round ass he asked if I’d be open to modeling some of the outfits in my closet.
I’ll be changing off-cam, of course. It’s fun to be wicked. He might get a peek of stockinged foot, or the glimpse of my hips wiggling into a little satin slip… ha!
One poor stroker spent the night on the phone telling me about how his ex-girlfriend expected him to go down on her but never returned the favor, never had sex with him, only teased him in public, got him hard and taunted him into masturbating later with her worn panties.
This went on for a year.
Sometimes when he was lucky she’d stroke him – lightly, just to tease – or use some Astroglide and let him hump her still fist.
She was fucking her previous ex, of course. He knew about it… knew he was pussy whipped, but the frustration, the humiliation, and the sexuality kept just out of reach, only close enough to brush up against him and tease his cock, had him hooked.
Men are so simple.
He humped his fist for me on cam, came in a glass, and drank his cum. The look on his face was priceless.
I should send him a photo of my worn panties… taunt him further with all he could have had, if he wasn’t a cuckold stroker.
I’ve got nylons on my mind – it’s time to restock my lingerie drawer, especially after sacrificing so many stockings and panties to a good cause. Maybe you’ve got some suggestions for me? I could tell you about the different lingerie sets and stockings I’m planning on buying, and if you’re very lucky, what I’ll be doing with them.
Some of you have written to ask just what goes on in a TeaseCam session.
We’ll start by throwing your expectations out the window.
This is not about me stripping down as quickly as possible, shoving the largest available toy into my twat, and oohing and aahing as you masturbate furiously to a grainy, discolored cam feed.
This is not about me fake-baking, squeezing into an itty bitty rhinestone thong and a pair of designer jeans, giggling and calling you the “loser loser loser” to my princess.
Kudos to the camgirls who can pull that off. I’m pale and I can’t stand wearing jeans – but I do love clothes, and taking my time getting into – and out of – them.
Also I am neither an 18 year old coed nor a MILF. I know I look ambiguous, and I have fun roleplaying either older or younger, but I’m 24. That out of the way – of course we can pretend otherwise. Because this is all about leaving something to the imagination.
In my world your orgasm is never guaranteed. My fun at your expense always is.
I love fetishes. I have them. A lot of them. This makes it very easy to understand how simple it is to use your fetish against you.
I understand how weak you feel when you see a perfectly wrinkled sole… a thick black satin garter strap snapped tight against a bare thigh… when you feel the faint silken rasp of nylon drawn over your skin. The textures. The smells. The ache of frustration… the sensuality of satin…
I look inward, into what my fetishes do to me, and outward, observing what they do to you. Only in this instance it’s very like a cat watching a mouse. Sometimes you can even imagine the tail twitching.
Fetishes are beautiful irrational turn-ons and that makes them such gratifying buttons to push.
You’d love for me to push your button, wouldn’t you? Over and over…
In a cam session, I tease and frustrate and manipulate you with the tools at my disposal: my face, my voice, my body, my wardrobe, and your weakness for my sweet sensual sadism.
That can mean verbal humiliation. That can mean CFNM, directed masturbation, roleplays. That can mean driving you crazy with my stocking covered legs and feet while I sweet-talk you out of your money (nylon fetish and financial domination). Or we can get into a good old-fashioned slow striptease. Emphasis on the tease. And the begging. (Yours.)
It’s not important how it happens. In the end I am going to make you squirm.
I enjoy hearing your session ideas or working something out on the fly. Don’t expect to see me totally naked. Do expect to see me smiling – and maybe hear me laughing a little at your expense.
I’ve got a cam appointment in a couple of hours… If you’ve been trying to catch me live on my webcam, look for me after midnight EST (aka early Monday morning). I’ll stick around for a while. For some strange reason, teasing and frustrating horny men only leaves me wanting more…
If you’re imagining wicked laughter here you’re dead on.
To a certain faithful blog reader who begged so sweetly for permission to come last night on the phone: I’ll send you a cam cap from tonight’s session to tide you over. Or possibly just tempt you into giving up control, inch by inch. I can be patient.