Don’t worry – I’ll address that in my next post. This post is your chance to do some femdom and fetish porn Christmas shopping for yourselves. Enjoy it while it lasts. Don’t expect me to ever let you come first again…

I’ve got my 2007 and older 2008 photos and videos on sale until 11:59pm PST, December 26, 2008. After that date prices will return closer to their original levels. Of course generous gentlemen and financially weak losers are always welcome to make up for the sale with a nice tip.

Blog readers and Twitter followers, you’re the first to know. I haven’t even announced this sale on my Niteflirt listings yet (so some horny submissive males will be very surprised!). I’ve got fetish keywords next to the title of each set so you can find your personal weaknesses.

VIDEO: Small Penis Humiliation (small penis humiliation/sph, verbal humiliation, femdom, cuckolds) – $29.00 $19.00

Using my 8″ vibrator and a q-tip, I show you just how you measure up… My motto is “You must be this tall to ride” and your shortcomings mean you just don’t qualify. (14 minutes, audio & video, .WMV format. Download link in Niteflirt mail, preview clip attached)

PICS: Stockings & Garters Tease Part 1 (stockings, leg worship, upskirt, panties, tease) – $14.00 $10.00

Sneak peek from a custom set! I model my sheer silky black nylons, teasing you by showing lots of smooth stockinged leg, flashing my black garter straps and taunting you with *very* close up upskirt panty shots. (12 pics)

PICS: Stockings & Garters Tease Part 2 (lingerie, nylons, foot fetish, striptease, redhead, pink nipples) – $14.00 $10.00

Part 2 of the fetish striptease! I tease you by stripping down to my lingerie and stockings and show off my perfect breasts and nylon-covered toes. You’ll feel so weak by the end of the set when you see my pretty arched soles covered in sheer nylon… (21 pics)

PICS: Nylon and High Heels Shoe Tease (stiletto heels, pantyhose/stockings, shoe fetish, foot tease) $9.00 $6.00

I tease you in my black nylons and grey stiletto pumps – arching my feet, sliding my stockinged heel out of my shoe, and running my hand down my smooth legs. (6 pics)

PICS: Teasing You in My Satin Nightshirt (satin fetish, glasses, amateur/girl next door) $15.00 $10.00

Poor stroker… do you want me to brush this silky fabric against your skin? I keep my pinstripe satin nightshirt and black bra on, teasing you by keeping the full view hidden. (25 pics)

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…

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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.

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Speaking of good causes I just sent the lovely Blue Eyed Vixen my submission for next week’s Tits for Troops. You’ll see my cheesecake contribution this Tuesday.

I’ve been craving an excuse to gag some poor stroker with my worn backseam stockings. Maybe I’ll make some nylon fetish recordings over the weekend. Or write a story to post here.

Think you can handle both?

Sound familiar?

Right.

We chatted for a few minutes about when we’d each gotten interested in stockings and in T&D… His was a lifelong obsession, and in turn I told him about my experimental teenage goth years and how fishnets and lacy black panties led to corsets and silky sheer hold-ups. (My thing about slit skirts dates back to the Black Eyeliner Days when I’d show flashes of fishnets or black pantyhose underneath an ankle-length skirt slit to mid-thigh.)

So he found me in the office, in a crisp white blouse and a knee-length black pencil skirt with a back slit (you might have seen it around here), with nude stockings held up by black garters underneath. My stockinged feet were tucked into black leather pumps. He was sitting in front of my desk and I knew he wanted me.

I ordered him not to touch his cock yet. First rule of phone domination: The one thing they need the most, the thing they crave to be forced to do, first deny them, then make them beg for it.

I just love hearing guys beg.

Instead, I told him to stroke the inside of his thigh, stopping right before he reached his balls. He was to keep stroking while I teased him with glimpses of my stocking tops stretched by my black satiny garter straps. I stroked the nylon, telling him how smooth it felt against my fingers. I ran my hands over the stockings stretched out over my soft bare legs… snapped my garter strap… asked him if he wanted to touch his cock yet.

“No, you don’t get to touch your cock yet. Keep stroking.” Yeah… keep stopping short.

I made him tell me how much he wished it was my stockinged thigh he was stroking. I could hear the need in his voice. (I fucking love that.) I lifted the hem of my skirt to tease him more. Oh, and then I made him beg. He begged to touch my garter strap. Not me – not my bare skin – not my nylon-encased leg. My garter strap, smooth and shiny, black satin stretched flat against my thigh.

I let him. He was practically trembling.

I kicked off my black leather high heeled shoes and wiggled my toes inside my stockings. He could just make out the color of my pedicure through the nylon. (Red, of course. Matches my hair.)

And did he want to lick them? I didn’t care; I wanted them licked, dammit. And sucked. Through the nylon.

I’m sure he knew they’d be salty with sweat. My feet had been inside my shoes all day.

He was so, so good.

Good enough to be rewarded.

I ran my foot along his thigh and held it poised right above his cock. He told me it was starting to leak.

I could hear it in his voice.

“Please, please, may I stroke my cock?”

I thought he wanted to be ordered? Hah!

I made him beg. I had to hear it, wanted him to make me believe how much he wanted to feel my stockinged foot on his cock. No footjob for this guy… why should I make an effort? He was perfectly capable of jacking himself. I rested my foot against his shaft and wiggled my nylon-covered toes against the head of his cock. I pressed the arch of my foot against the side of his cock and rubbed just enough for him to feel a hint of nylon-on-skin friction.

I ordered him to jerk his cock for me. It’s always fun to watch a guy wank – especially when he’s doing it not because he wants to, not because it amuses him, but because it amuses me, because he’s giving me a show. And oh, how he begged to be allowed to come all over my pretty stockinged feet.

(Aww… But he’d just cleaned them!)

I almost said no… almost. But the idea of my toes sticky with warm cum starting to soak through worn nylon appealed to me.

I gave the order for his release – for him to come all over my feet, then, then and no other time; right then, or be denied for the night.

Oh, he came all right.

I heard it.

Shut up.

Hold still.

You could tug my garters off with your teeth, from where you’re sitting.

You know it’s never going to happen, but I want you to think about it. Think about kissing me right where the nylon stocking tops almost give way to skin. Think about darting your tongue over that border, feeling the smooth texture of the nylon, tasting my thigh.

You’re leaning in so close; your head is almost under my skirt. My panties are just out of view but you can barely smell the tang of heat and musk. The nylon swish when I crisscross my legs distracts you, then you feel my bare stockinged foot pressed against you there – firmly – my toes pointed to heaven.

Do you want it?

Do you want me to touch you there, again, with my hands? Do you want to feel me run them over your thighs, up your sides, rubbing my palms over your nipples?

Do you want my tongue – I wet my lips – do you want my tongue there, or higher up? Tell me where you want it. I’ll straddle your lap and grind my wet lace panties against you right where my foot was and there will be no mercy until you tell me exactly where you want it.

You don’t have to use words. I’ll just experiment… you can just twitch, and breathe, and moan. Just don’t hold back. I love to see you squirm.

Want the audio? Right-click here and save to keep. (just under 3MB, 192kbps, mp3 format) Who loves ya, baby?

Turn.

One quarter turn to the right, lengthen the spine, flex the leg. I stretch out my curves – arms at my sides – and your eyes trace them. Appraise them.

I know why I’m here. You’re just here to look. If I’m not good enough – if I don’t measure up – I won’t get touched, no, not right where it throbs.

I won’t get to touch you.

My hands curve reflexively and I want to feel your skin stretch and firm against my palm. I want to put on a show, but I can’t. You said no. I’m on display.

The skirt. Off.

Your commands are bitten off, but the edge in your voice is husky, not sharp. I reach back, pull down my zipper. I tug the black pleated skirt below my hips and feel it slide down over my stockings.

I step out. I keep my heels on.

Now the bra. Turn around, I want to see you.

Oh gods I’m wet and you’re right there and I hadn’t seen you before not like this and my nipples are hard and pink and there are goosebumps on my skin and I kept my garter belt on and I’m not wearing any panties and I’m wet and you’re right here…

One quarter turn to the right. I hesitate. You touch my cheek.

Then my face.

The landing strip follows the line of my garters and your eyes follow the line of the landing strip. You’re tracing my verticals and I want to taste you, horizontal. I wet my lips.

Spread your legs for me. Just enough.

You’re such a tease. Breath on the back of my neck, your lips not touching me. The whispering of your rough fingerpads along my satin garter straps but not my skin. My thighs apart just enough for you to slide your hand between, draw a finger from my plump ass to my eager clit. (You tell me you will, if I…) Enough to feel the heat of your cock brush against my ass right at that downcurving detour line, then bob away.

‘Enough.’

‘Please.’

I can’t tell if I whisper the words or yell them, if I said them out loud or mouthed them as I arched my hips back and raised my ass in a primal wordless invitation.

Your smooth rounded head slides along my slit so easily, pushes apart my pouty lips so that they straddle your shaft. You grip my hips. Fingers. Digging into skin. Sliding agains skin. Stop. Teasing. Me.

You work my pussy over with the length of your cock, making me whimper, quiver, beg. I’m feeling every inch of you but not where I need to and I’m grinding that aching pink emptiness – I’m grinding my cunt down against your cock so tightly you can feel me clenching and unclenching, shivering and waiting. Slide back. Slide up. Slide in.

One slow push and I half-scream.

This is so, so totally wrong.

…Yeah. I totally came.

I recorded it.

My cats kept wandering in.

I recorded that too.

Of course, I can’t publish the “good” parts or I’ll have to also publish my home address (disclaimer: stalkers will not get actual tease and denial scenes). But I love you in that you’re-still-not-getting-anything-next-Valentine’s way, so stockings and garters tease clips you shall have.

(320×240, mpeg4, just under 3 MB – click below to play, right click here and save to keep)

I’d never jilled off in stockings and garters before. They definitely add something. I love the way nylon feels on bare legs (and toes!), and garter straps just look sexy.

I’d never taped myself jilling before either. While I was working my fingers against my slit it seemed playful and sexy and even a little adventurous but looking at the finished product is totally bizarre. I just keep wishing I’d had somebody around to tell me to use different angles, tilt my chin, or move my arm to the side when I was playing with my nipples.

That would’ve been fun.

I hold my legs almost completely still when I’m coming hard and I never realized that before now.

…

Audio you shall also have (tomorrow?). It’s 9am and I’m awake because Mia needs audio porn, and dammit, what Mia needs, Mia gets. I was waiting for privacy. This is fucked up because I still don’t have any privacy and now I’m half asleep, marinating in my own juices and still don’t have any audio for Mia.

So, tomorrow: HNT, audio for the queen of erotica and fishnets, maybe even a real post or three… G’night.

The knock on the door froze me. I stopped unbuckling my heels.

“Room service.”

Not likely. I hadn’t ordered any. Your voice caught my attention – it was familiar in an impossible way. You couldn’t be here. Not now.

I knew better, and I answered the door anyway, with my shirt half unbuttoned and my pale pink bra strap peeking out. You had the fucking nerve to be on the other side of it, without warning me, without any…

“Hi. Sabrina.”

…any precursor other than the emails, the voicemails, and then nothing for a month.

“…Hi. What are you doing here?” You looked good. I didn’t tell you where I was staying. But you looked so, so good.

“I came to see you. Surprise.”

You came in – I don’t remember if I invited you in, or if I just stepped backwards and you followed me into the room. I looked at my feet, at your feet, at the cheap teal hotel carpet; never at your eyes. You were smiling, I was smiling, but I wasn’t sure why. I think I said something about being glad to see you. Funny thing to say, but I was too confused to be mad. Yet.

I just wanted revenge.

I could feel your eyes on me and I knew just how to start. One hand, along the unbuttoned collar of my blouse, like so. Tugging it open. I’d stopped unbuttoning it just under my breasts – you were getting a narrow eyeful of cleavage edged in a crisp white cotton blouse. The deep V gave my hand enough room to caress the swell of my breasts and almost, but not quite, cut off your view.

“So you came to see me… Do you like what you see?”

My left hand slid up, stroked the back of my neck. My right was toying with the bottom two buttons of my blouse. Pop. It’s a trick I learned from a stripper. Pop. Start at the bottom and work your way up… builds anticipation. He sees bare belly before he sees breasts.

I only looked down once, the second to last button; I looked down, and smiled coyly, and played innocent. I liked keeping my eyes on you, watching you smile, and shift, and run your eyes over my tits like you were using them as stand-ins for your hands. I liked watching your pants tent up when I let the shirt slide off my arms and crumple by my feet. I stepped on it, kicked it aside; you’re next.

Cherry red lips shifted into a grin. My tongue flicked out, danced over my lower lip for a second too long. Yours followed. Mirror mirror. I stepped into your space. My hips were shifting in some slow unconscious dance. I rested my high-heeled foot on the arm of the chair you were pinned to; my fingers circled my ankle, slid up, broke apart. The faint hiss of my palms sliding up my calves over the sheer black nylon of my stockings… I closed my eyes, and when they flickered open your mouth was parted. Hungry and wanting.

My skirt slid up just enough to expose the lace band at the top of my stocking. I wiggled my stockinged foot inside my shoe and kicked it off, flexed my now almost bare foot for you. You knew what was coming. You leaned back and thrust your hips forward. Your breath stuttered.

Your cock stretched out your pants obscenely – I could see where your shaft ended and your cockhead began, and I followed that sweet hard line with my nyloned toes. The ball of my foot pressed your shaft up against your stomach and when I released you from that firmness the arch of my foot just barely rubbed right above your balls.

I made you unzip, watched you pull your cock out. Were you hoping I’d touch it?

I raised my leg and rested my foot on your shoulder and I know you could see my panties underneath my skirt. You could see how the pale pink satin clung to my mound and the wet spot, that giveaway trace of juices right along my slit… It made your cock jump. Oh, and when I ran my hand up my inner thigh, tracing the garter strap and then the edging of my panties…

My fingers slid to the side. Just enough. I ran two fingers over my panty-clad lips.

My breath caught. I leaned forward until my satin-and-lace bra was pushing my breasts right into your face. One pink nipple popped out and your greedy lips rubbed it raw.

I straddled your thighs and grazed your pulsing cock with my silky panties. I know you could feel the warmth and wetness of my pussy right through them. Your shaft pressed the crotch of my panties between my pussy lips so that the length of your cock was wedged between them. I could feel the head of your cock twitching against my throbbing clit.

You groaned. I slid – up and down along your shaft, teasing you with the wettest part of my pussy, right where you could feel me indent and imagine pushing up – I think you did push up, but so did I – and feeling my slick walls tighten, then expand around you. I’d hover right above the aching tip of your cock and laugh as you bucked your hips into the air. I held your arms down. You were pinned to the chair. You were hoarse, begging – it just made me wetter, and you could feel it, and it drove you crazy.

“I need to come, babe… Let me slide down just like this, feel you parting my lips, pressing up against them…” Right in your ear, whispering. Voice husky and almost moaning and I could feel the weight and thickness of your swollen cock pressed up against my slit, against my belly as I slid down, then back up.

I pressed forward, riding your cock with my clit, sliding every inch against my silk-covered pussy lips. Faster – the friction had to hurt, had to burn a little, but you let out a low moan and worked your cock pressed against my pink panties, worked every bump and curve against my throbbing pussy.

You weren’t getting enough – I made sure of that. Your legs shook as you got close and I’d raise my ass, denying you enough touch to get off. Your face was flushed and your whole body was trembling. Mine was too. I was so, so close just seeing how much you ached. The quivering was a low rumble coming from somewhere deep and my cunt clenched around nothing as I rocked back and forth against your body, my hair in your face…

11:10 PM. I slid down your cock and left a streak of sweet girl-juice. My smile wasn’t a smile. It was the biggest shit-eating grin you’d ever seen on a face this flushed. I dismounted and left you, sweaty palms, soaking wet dick, and blue balls, in my hotel room.I took your key, your coffee, my purse, and your wallet and walked out.

The door locked behind me. I didn’t need to look back to know you were nearly crying.