<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:50:08.362-04:00</updated><category term='rules'/><category term='more femdom sex'/><category term='cuckolding'/><category term='dominatrix'/><category term='mistress nichole'/><category term='pussy worship'/><category term='femdoms'/><category term='real submissive'/><category term='otk spanking'/><category term='domina wishlist'/><category term='facesitting'/><category term='photos'/><category term='golden showers'/><category term='sessions'/><category term='ass worship'/><category term='hotel encounter'/><category term='thigh high boots'/><category term='crap driving'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='dumb'/><category term='safe sane consensual'/><category term='kinky sex'/><category term='strap on sex'/><category term='mistress'/><category term='new year resolutions'/><category term='dildo'/><category term='rant'/><category term='panty worship'/><category term='polyamory groups'/><category term='massage'/><category term='meetup in dc'/><category term='new blog'/><category term='personal'/><category term='hairy pussy'/><category term='restraints'/><category term='kidnapping'/><category term='swingers'/><category term='foot worship'/><category term='loser'/><category term='faith'/><category term='depressed'/><category term='fake domina'/><category term='true slave'/><category term='stockings'/><category term='dominatrix desires'/><category term='more femdom sex.'/><category term='female domination'/><category term='slave application'/><category term='bdsm'/><category term='public humiliation'/><category term='snow'/><category term='submissive husband'/><category term='boots'/><category term='stupid'/><category term='sugar daddy'/><category term='feet'/><title type='text'>Nichole's in charge...</title><subtitle type='html'>I absolutely love, love, love face sitting, smothering, and having my Feet worshiped.  I like putting on a strap on and fucking you while you're on your hands and knees.  I enjoy giving golden showers.  To find out much more, keep reading...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-1160680400380037078</id><published>2010-04-06T11:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:45:32.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bahahaha</title><content type='html'>So sometimes things just make me smile... such as this funny email that I just read from &lt;a href="http://www.collarme.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;collarme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;" Well I happened upon your profile randomly while just tooling around  bored and such.. you'd think as a teenager video games would suit me,  but tooling about on bdsm ad/dating site works just as well I suppose  correct? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way I digress xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tooled about and  happened upon your profile and thought huh this is pretty interesting.  Granted a lotta the stuff you have listed on here didn't quite float my  own personal boat and honestly I'm not messaging requesting a meeting or  anything because I am almost absolutely sure I am not your type...  being a complete newbie teenager to the lifestyle that is =/  So I read  some of the experiences and decided to read your blog and blah blah blah  blah.. basically in short I did some reading not much but some and I  must say that you are quite the character! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted everybody on  this site is quite the character but you are in a entertaining witty  sort've way :P I particularly enjoyed reading your thoughts on the  typical "social married women" blog their behavioral patterns differing  from your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the point of this letter.. even though  I'm sure you already know what I'm saying anyway.. but the point of it  is that you are in fact one Bad Ass woman with wit and a kick ass  attitude and I enjoyed reading that little tidbit of your personality..  it made my day as I was very bored xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way sorry for boring  you and thank you for taking your time for reading this.. or at least  if you've gotten this far without instantly deleting it like i've heard  some do. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again you have a good night.. or day.. depending on  when you receive this &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;A random dorky  wannabe Submissive"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/S7tWrPY8mOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rEntn8XBWl0/s1600/bahahaha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="384" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/S7tWrPY8mOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rEntn8XBWl0/s640/bahahaha.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;How cute... I'm such a character ;-) AND YES, I AM BACK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-1160680400380037078?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/1160680400380037078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=1160680400380037078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1160680400380037078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1160680400380037078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2010/04/bahahaha.html' title='Bahahaha'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/S7tWrPY8mOI/AAAAAAAAAN8/rEntn8XBWl0/s72-c/bahahaha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-3273894045044324777</id><published>2008-09-10T14:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:32:55.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved On..</title><content type='html'>Do you miss me?  I know that I moved on... but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you've had some "upgrades" done since I last saw you.  Lookin' Nice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want you.  Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm flirting with the idea that I could have both of you at the same time....  ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever wanna get to know me more... &lt;a href="mailto:msnichole_2002@yahoo.com"&gt;send me an email&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you where I'm hanging my thigh high boots at these days, and I promise I'm only getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistress Nichole.&lt;br /&gt;http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MsNichole_Bitch-in-Boots/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-3273894045044324777?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3273894045044324777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=3273894045044324777' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3273894045044324777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3273894045044324777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/09/moved-on.html' title='Moved On..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-6292089899413031070</id><published>2008-08-15T12:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T10:18:28.248-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress nichole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femdoms'/><title type='text'>MY BLOG HAS MOVED..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So fucking blogger, after a week or two of having taken away my access to post, (because I actually do blog, almost every day), believed that I must be a spammer.  Or a spambot.  Well jeez, thanks blogger.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they've now "reviewed" me and I can now access my own blog, and make new posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I've moved on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;IF YOU WANT TO CONTINUE READING ABOUT MY EXPLOITS then you should &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MsNichole_Bitch-in-Boots/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;join my yahoo group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; to find the new blog.  I'm going to be using wordpress instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can also send me an email to: MsNichole_2002@yahoo.com and REQUEST the link to my new blog.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-6292089899413031070?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6292089899413031070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=6292089899413031070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/6292089899413031070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/6292089899413031070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-blog-has-moved.html' title='MY BLOG HAS MOVED..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-2920798616286872859</id><published>2008-08-05T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:10:59.657-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>I want to be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Fucked hard.  Ram it in, fill me up.  I need all of it.  Deep inside my tight, wet, slippery pussy.  Just shove it in, no playing around, no teasing me.  I want to be fucked long, and hard, by your big, strong cock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pansy ass bullshit.  No me, telling you, what to do.  No calling me "Mistress".  Take me.  Now.  All the way.  Make me scream, and moan, and thrash all over.   I want you to tell me to shut the fuck up, to stop telling you what to do, and how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm done, and feel like I've been split wide open, raw from all the sex, then, and only then, may you leave.  Quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;RULE # 1 - ADORE ME..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-2920798616286872859?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/2920798616286872859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=2920798616286872859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/2920798616286872859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/2920798616286872859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-want-to-be.html' title='I want to be...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-6590620803430879650</id><published>2008-08-05T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T13:00:04.401-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Rant..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God I fucking hate how stupid some of the "dominant" women &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and I use that very loosely) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;involved with this lifestyle are.  I tried catching up on some posts in various yahoo groups that I just subscribed to, but they're all fucking idiotic, mind numbing, unintelligent freaks, who are totally catering to the wishes of the men they're charging to play with.  Hardly very "dominatrix" like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so much crapola to get through that I don't even know where to begin:  (here's some excerpts, and they'll remain nameless)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's my b'day and I want to spend it with a sub&lt;/span&gt; who will take me to the hairdressers, the nail salon, then shopping, and what you buy for me I will use on you the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEXT&lt;/span&gt; time I see you"..  OK, seriously, does that sound like fucking fun??   Who really in their right mind would want to spend anytime with that?  She sounds like a broke, baby mama drama, lazy, unimaginative fuck.  Another one who has one of those fucked up websites, with nothing on there except the now compulsory, contact me, images, session information... (but no pay-per-view area, so that was a bit of a bonus in her favour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my world, a man can actually get on his knees, no previous purchase required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No touching allowed" - WFT?&lt;/span&gt;  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I                                                  AM NOT AN ESCORT, and Domination/Fantasy-Role                                                  Play is NOT a service that involves                                                  ANY sex acts".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do they have some kind of sensory issue? a fucked up skin disorder?   Isn't this at all sexual to them, which would then in part require them to be touched by the person they're playing with?  When I do this stuff, my body screams for an orgasm, and my skin aches to be touched, stroked, kissed, licked, and mostly ADORED!  Why don't pro-dominant women like to fuck?  Why do they have this whole holier than thou attitude that they're better than a prostitute, because they're not having sex for money... !!! WTF is that all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a man is paying you for a session, you can bet that he expects to get off, because he's paying you for it!  Fantasy role play is EXACTLY about sex acts.. what the fuck kinda fantasies do you have that don't involve sex??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Morning Coffee"&lt;/span&gt; - "I spent 4 hours this morning strapping someone down to my rack with 26 leather straps to achieve complete head to toe bondage with suspension, but god forbid he's uncomfortable in that, I don't want to apply pressure to the wrong points... and it was the best cup of coffee I've had... yada yada yada.."  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Again WTF?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can seriously think of a bazillion more ways to enjoy my morning coffee - namely sitting on a gorgeous veranda, looking at one of those infinity pools that just drops off the edge, with the ocean behind it.  The sun is shining.  Several men at the ready - one who can cook, and pour coffee.  Another one who can suck my toes, like he's sucking a miniature cock.  Two more boys who are intently sucking each others cocks, (just for my enjoyment mind you), with one of them dressed a little slutty, and the other naked in all his glory.  Oh and did I mention that last boy?  Well he's the one that I'm sitting on, he's my comfy chair for breakfast time and he's eating my pussy, and licking my ass.. and that's his breakfast.  My clit is engorged, and throbbing, and I have waves of pleasure going through my entire body, because these men are here to serve me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but no amount of money in the world would make me fart around for 4 hours strapping some asshole down to a table, and making sure he's all comfy and cosy in his leather cocoon, and I certainly wouldn't be telling anyone about it if I did do it (you know, just for the money).  How the fuck is that enjoyable to any woman?  They're LYING when they tell you that it is.  Fucking liars.  I know women, and I know what's enjoyable.  That kinda morning would have totally ruined my fucking cup of joe and my entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this is all about being desired, about getting overwhelmed by that other persons sexual desire for me.  Knowing that the other person wants and needs you so badly, is what this is all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That fetish that some of you have for serving women without *servicing* them. That’s the opposite of male submission. Because it has nothing to do with any kind of female sexual desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nyrock.com/spc/1998/pandora.asp"&gt;So who is serving whom&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored, and annoyed and worked up now that not much else will make sense.  What Femdom has been molded into, sucks.  It's fucked up.  It's totally no longer female domination.  I'm tired of looking at all this male driven porn today and realizing how fake and pathetic it is.  Where are all the real women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paying for it, versus not paying for it.  Why do some people assume that the more you pay for something, the better it is?  Why can people not see that in a male driven society, that men have controlled how pro-femdoms present themselves?   Men have said that sexy is a beautiful fit model, wearing exquisite fetish wear, and doing exactly what you've told her to do, for the money that you're paying her.  I'm even all ok with that picture, but let's not call it submission, or her a dominatrix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-6590620803430879650?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6590620803430879650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=6590620803430879650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/6590620803430879650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/6590620803430879650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/08/rant.html' title='Rant..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-5506000654933320662</id><published>2008-08-05T05:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T05:19:02.917-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Can't sleep..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJgali4RlvI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ba-Ai4rYerk/s1600-h/Img0046redtoesgrass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJgali4RlvI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ba-Ai4rYerk/s320/Img0046redtoesgrass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230960199511152370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJgaljcxwVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sTDf3hucX4Q/s1600-h/Img00047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJgaljcxwVI/AAAAAAAAAMw/sTDf3hucX4Q/s320/Img00047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230960199664255314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJgal4zEP1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/mBbsyBCGDrc/s1600-h/Img00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJgal4zEP1I/AAAAAAAAAM4/mBbsyBCGDrc/s320/Img00049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230960205394886482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJgal9v7DEI/AAAAAAAAANA/b-bN0HJ9AKg/s1600-h/Img00051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJgal9v7DEI/AAAAAAAAANA/b-bN0HJ9AKg/s320/Img00051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230960206723877954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And blogger god bless 'em, is finally working again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I just had a slave to suck on my toes, and lick my feet while I masturbate, I could go back to sleep again in a heartbeat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-5506000654933320662?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/5506000654933320662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=5506000654933320662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5506000654933320662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5506000654933320662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/08/cant-sleep.html' title='Can&apos;t sleep..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJgali4RlvI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Ba-Ai4rYerk/s72-c/Img0046redtoesgrass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-4394720570386092468</id><published>2008-08-04T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:13:09.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Desperately Seeking... a lover...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I spent today putting an "ad" up on SLS because I'm desperately seeking a lover.  Not just any lover.  He's got to be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real "alpha" male  (i.e... More aggressive than me).&lt;br /&gt;Have a large cock, that he knows how to use&lt;br /&gt;Be kinky, and open to all the things that I'm into sexually, and either play along, or sit back and watch, and then to finish, fuck me the way a real man fucks a woman.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Be able to talk dirty.&lt;br /&gt;Be at least 6ft tall, and preferably at least 6'3 or more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got to be able to make me go weak at the knees, have a sense of adventure, be into public sex, and be available whenever the hell I want him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've had like 80 CRAP EMAILS, and 3 possible great emails.  So I'll let you know how it turns out.  Am I asking too much??  To have my cake and eat it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Still not able to post pics with the blogger service.., they're having issues).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-4394720570386092468?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/4394720570386092468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=4394720570386092468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/4394720570386092468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/4394720570386092468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/08/desperately-seeking-lover.html' title='Desperately Seeking... a lover...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-4661435415382873423</id><published>2008-08-04T19:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T05:15:57.641-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foot worship'/><title type='text'>Feet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJgaIvg4bKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/WPh_rIkRCX0/s1600-h/IMG0041poolside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJgaIvg4bKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/WPh_rIkRCX0/s320/IMG0041poolside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230959704686488738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone mentioned today that they'd like to see some more bare feet pics.  Well as it's summer, and I spend most of my time by a pool, and barefoot, that was the easiest pic request EVER!  (HOWEVER BLOGGER HAS BEEN DOWN FOR HOURS NOW, AND I'M GETTING FED UP WAITING FOR IT TO COME BACK ON!!!) WTF??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get this posted first, because I'm about to go curl up with my book in bed.  I wanna finish it in the next day or two because I just read a review in the post for a book I totally want.. it's called The Gargoyle, by Andrew Davidson.  Ron Charles gave it an awesome review!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-4661435415382873423?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/4661435415382873423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=4661435415382873423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/4661435415382873423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/4661435415382873423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/08/feet.html' title='Feet...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJgaIvg4bKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/WPh_rIkRCX0/s72-c/IMG0041poolside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-8939809633223213936</id><published>2008-08-03T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:05:38.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MY man..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've spent the entire day soul searching.  I realized after the other night, that I don't want to emasculate MY man.  My man is this hunk, this alpha male, and it's soooo sexy when he goes down on me, or when I ride his face, because he's not this whiny, pansied little sissy boy with a fetish for strap on's and humiliation.   He's a man, who fucks me like a real man.  Like I'm sore afterwards, you know, where sometimes my legs ache in that "oh you've been fucked real good way"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now almost wish I could take back the things I told him the other night over dinner that I wanted to do to him, and replace *HIM* with Mike, Josh, Dan or whomever, because that after all really is hotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I won't be trying to humiliate MY man any further.  After all that is what I have all of you little submissive, fuck-wads for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could understand how my brain works.  Why do I get off on taking innocent looking, nice boys, and get off forcing them to put on a pair of slutty fishnets, a little pair of girls underwear, and a matching bra (all of which I've made them come with me to pick out at the mall, in front of whomever)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I get off then on bringing them home, and demanding that they strip in front of me, and watch as they drool at the prospect of me forcing them into their new attire?  Helping them get into their outfit for the very first time, slowly pulling the knickers up between their massive thighs, and adjusting their cock and balls so that they fit nice and neatly behind the soft, nice, pretty material, then tightening those bra straps and making them run their hands all over their new purchases is such a fucking turn on to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have them then put MY stockings, shoes (or thigh high boots), and underwear onto ME, all while they've got a heightened new perspective of just how pretty this stuff feels, is a little mind fuck all on it's own.  Pushing them down onto the floor, and then sliding my body up against theirs... rubbing my legs against their now stocking clad legs, or pressing my breasts against their padded little bra, really enforces to them just how beautiful women are, (especially those of us who wear nice undies, and who go to the trouble of putting on the stockings, and the heels)...  Seeing a sub laying down on the floor, all vulnerable, gives me shivers and goosebumps all over my body, I also actually literally heat up.  Restraining them down, and telling them to watch me don my strap on, sends spine tingling thrills over me.  Telling them that I'm going to abuse their "boy pussy" and rip that hole wide open while I pound it with my big hard cock, totally turns me on.   Knowing that they've been craving a cock up their arse and now them knowing that I know their dirty little perverted secret, only makes it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slight problem&lt;/span&gt; with strap on sex is that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as a real woman, I KNOW just how good it feels to have something big and hard up my pussy,&lt;/span&gt; and invariably after all the stimulation against my clit from the friction of me fucking the sub with my strap on, I'd have to use my vibrator to finish me off.  BUT NOW, I'm going to have to find a sub, who is hung as much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or more&lt;/span&gt; than my husband, and who would come along for a kinda 3-some... and who would be my constant play partner that gets to make me cum long and hard, from his very big cock penetrating my pussy.   A guy who'd be into getting his cock sucked from my little dressed up whore, and who wouldn't mind my little cock sucking whore staying quietly in the room, while he satisfies me completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJcZvtcsW5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/y-K_K9Krddk/s1600-h/heelsucker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJcZvtcsW5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/y-K_K9Krddk/s320/heelsucker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230677799658609554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-8939809633223213936?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8939809633223213936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=8939809633223213936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8939809633223213936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8939809633223213936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-man.html' title='MY man..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJcZvtcsW5I/AAAAAAAAALQ/y-K_K9Krddk/s72-c/heelsucker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-3843287346643371232</id><published>2008-08-02T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T12:55:15.145-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facesitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussy worship'/><title type='text'>Hanging out, 'n' kinda horny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJSQ02WARVI/AAAAAAAAALI/SezWLfkbYFY/s1600-h/licking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJSQ02WARVI/AAAAAAAAALI/SezWLfkbYFY/s320/licking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229964304899392850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I packed my family off to the museums today, and Faith and I have been hanging out on the couch together doing a big fat nothing!  We're bored out of our minds, and didn't really plan to be home alone today....  It's going to be hours before I have to get ready to go meet my girlfriends in Baltimore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY REALLY REALLY&lt;/span&gt; use a good pussy slave right now, a guy who'd just take me sitting on his face, until I sprayed my pussy juices all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored, and online...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-3843287346643371232?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3843287346643371232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=3843287346643371232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3843287346643371232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3843287346643371232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/08/hanging-out-n-kinda-horny.html' title='Hanging out, &apos;n&apos; kinda horny...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJSQ02WARVI/AAAAAAAAALI/SezWLfkbYFY/s72-c/licking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-8882162700805133348</id><published>2008-08-01T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:09:08.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strap on sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more femdom sex'/><title type='text'>Photo Opps and more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJPaGTwlyeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4VpZS09CL14/s1600-h/boots2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJPaGTwlyeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4VpZS09CL14/s320/boots2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229763394225424866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hubby and I went for a romantic date tonight.  I was trying to do a little more convincing of why cuckolding should be something he and I further explore together, and why he should be totally into it.  I got dressed up with sexy new lingerie, and came for him while he was getting dressed for dinner.  I seductively put on my makeup, and fixed my hair, knowing that he was watching me, and I could see him immediately start to get totally turned on, thinking about taking me before we left for dinner.  He came up behind me, and slid his finger up inside my pussy, all the while watching my reaction in the mirror.  I shoved my ass back into him, and started riding his finger.  Totally was getting off on the idea that once again, he thought this was all his idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came hard within seconds, and then pushed him onto our bed, where I immediately climbed onto his face, and had him eat me out, all the while telling him that I wanted to fuck him really badly, and go on our date to The Inn with his cum wet inside me...  (see where it's going)?  I came again, and told him I needed him inside of me.  I moved from his face down to his cock, and slowly started riding him, all the while playing with my tits, and shoving my tongue deep into his mouth.  Just as we were both about to cum together, I put my hands around his neck and slowly started choking him.  He completely exploded inside of me, pumping me full of his cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up, fixed my pretty dress, and re-did my hair, and we left for dinner...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJPaGkTXlfI/AAAAAAAAALA/VDpNVXTvWyc/s1600-h/legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJPaGkTXlfI/AAAAAAAAALA/VDpNVXTvWyc/s320/legs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229763398666262002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the ride over, I brought up how I'd gotten off earlier in the day while I was in the pool.. letting the return jet blast the water right up against my clit, totally gets me off.  I told him that I'd been thinking of going out and picking up a guy, who'd fuck me harder than I've ever been fucked before, and how I'd come back home to him, with the other guys cum all over my ass etc.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little does he know that I indeed do have plans to go out tomorrow night with my girlfriends, and will probably do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love letting him think that it's all his idea in the first place, and allowing him to "hypothetically" discuss the possible arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we sat down to dinner, I'd explained how I've been totally fantasizing about all sorts of nasty stuff, and being the safe, sane guy that he is, he asked what I'd do about pregnancy, or disease... (so it wasn't a "hell no" at least...)  The pregnancy thing I explained could be taken care of easily by birth control, although I'd be rather loath to get on it.  The disease thing, I didn't really have an answer for.  (What do most people do about that)??  I Certainly do not want to catch anything, or bring anything home, and I've never even had a urinary tract infection, much less an STD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to Pazos for dinner with a bunch of girlfriends tomorrow night, we have dinner reservations at 8pm, and after that we're going to go check out that club in Columbia, called Silver Shadows or something like that...  I'm off to put on some stockings, fuck me high heels, and a strap on, and I'm going to get hubby all excited and worked up, then restrain him to the bed, all the while, telling him all my nasty, dirty little fantasies.  Then I'm going to sit on his chest facing him, and convince him to suck my cock...  wish me luck ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Mike #14 - thanks for last night, I really enjoyed it.  What do you think of the photos? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS - Mike #1 - hurry up and get back from Ohio, I miss those sexy green eyes of yours, and I wanna fuck that tight little sissy ass ASAP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-8882162700805133348?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8882162700805133348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=8882162700805133348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8882162700805133348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8882162700805133348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/08/photo-opps-and-more.html' title='Photo Opps and more...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJPaGTwlyeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4VpZS09CL14/s72-c/boots2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-7902585159220769830</id><published>2008-08-01T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:29:02.196-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stockings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facesitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJPUTGqd8eI/AAAAAAAAAKY/90fF4zbZU_Y/s1600-h/asslick3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJPUTGqd8eI/AAAAAAAAAKY/90fF4zbZU_Y/s320/asslick3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229757016978616802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJPUThY5FsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/LlRsnOTu2XE/s1600-h/boots5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJPUThY5FsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/LlRsnOTu2XE/s320/boots5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229757024152655554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJPUTl6bylI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4HGEXgosqWk/s1600-h/facesit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJPUTl6bylI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4HGEXgosqWk/s320/facesit2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229757025367083602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJPUULu2ZeI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-9g1Jw_hxCI/s1600-h/facesit4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJPUULu2ZeI/AAAAAAAAAKw/-9g1Jw_hxCI/s320/facesit4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229757035519043042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-7902585159220769830?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/7902585159220769830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=7902585159220769830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/7902585159220769830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/7902585159220769830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJPUTGqd8eI/AAAAAAAAAKY/90fF4zbZU_Y/s72-c/asslick3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-6696734909366046245</id><published>2008-08-01T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T14:13:10.921-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ass worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thigh high boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Last night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJNR-bjjVnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fMEFFB_LC9c/s1600-h/assworship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJNR-bjjVnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fMEFFB_LC9c/s320/assworship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229613725297890930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJNR-leCfPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6bUnNau8kSM/s1600-h/boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJNR-leCfPI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/6bUnNau8kSM/s320/boots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229613727959121138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJNR-0m_AHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MWNgYZ7S2Og/s1600-h/butthole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJNR-0m_AHI/AAAAAAAAAKE/MWNgYZ7S2Og/s320/butthole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229613732023173234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJNR_Pv7BeI/AAAAAAAAAKM/LLwZOcNqx84/s1600-h/butt3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJNR_Pv7BeI/AAAAAAAAAKM/LLwZOcNqx84/s320/butt3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229613739308418530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-6696734909366046245?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6696734909366046245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=6696734909366046245' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/6696734909366046245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/6696734909366046245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-night.html' title='Last night...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJNR-bjjVnI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/fMEFFB_LC9c/s72-c/assworship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-7723420936088299684</id><published>2008-07-30T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T15:49:14.294-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stockings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thigh high boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femdoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more femdom sex'/><title type='text'>Tits, Legs n Ass...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That's it for now, gotta go meet my little sub in Wheaton at his office. After snapping these pics just now, I'm very wet.. no panties, little black dress, thigh high stockings, and heels. Would you like to have me knocking on your office door in about 30 minutes??  Leave me some comments, or drop me an email ;-)  (IT really SUCKS having to take these myself.. but I'm meeting someone Thursday afternoon to have him take some of me...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJDEpMWTTTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/MXnqm_AkVC4/s1600-h/boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJDEpMWTTTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/MXnqm_AkVC4/s320/boots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228895379345591602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJDEpaIOGfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/j3yHHdHtPo8/s1600-h/legs1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJDEpaIOGfI/AAAAAAAAAJE/j3yHHdHtPo8/s320/legs1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228895383044626930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJDEptCnQ9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/_hz1XrhMqms/s1600-h/legsheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJDEptCnQ9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/_hz1XrhMqms/s320/legsheel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228895388121383890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJDEps_e3dI/AAAAAAAAAJU/CkBJuhFxk8s/s1600-h/peekaboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJDEps_e3dI/AAAAAAAAAJU/CkBJuhFxk8s/s320/peekaboo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228895388108250578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJDEp6HYV7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/YjDIBWdlR24/s1600-h/tit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJDEp6HYV7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/YjDIBWdlR24/s320/tit2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228895391631038386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJDFDcJh7zI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xjA7iUwwaj8/s1600-h/vibe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJDFDcJh7zI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xjA7iUwwaj8/s320/vibe2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228895830263590706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJDFDk1QJwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/uZMNZov00Ug/s1600-h/vibe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJDFDk1QJwI/AAAAAAAAAJs/uZMNZov00Ug/s320/vibe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228895832594458370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-7723420936088299684?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/7723420936088299684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=7723420936088299684' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/7723420936088299684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/7723420936088299684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/tits-legs-n-ass.html' title='Tits, Legs n Ass...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJDEpMWTTTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/MXnqm_AkVC4/s72-c/boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-5473314400177904839</id><published>2008-07-30T10:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:07:47.993-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><title type='text'>Dress up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Totally bored, everyone got up and loaded into the vans and took off.  My house is completely silent!  I'm going to fool around a bit...  would love to get together with a photographer to take some photos of me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJCCekU0QmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Gko1FRb9Ol4/s1600-h/thighscovered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJCCekU0QmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Gko1FRb9Ol4/s320/thighscovered.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228822629035819618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJCDowTgvfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rVzjwIkV6DA/s1600-h/backside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJCDowTgvfI/AAAAAAAAAI0/rVzjwIkV6DA/s320/backside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228823903561891314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJCCeQ5heII/AAAAAAAAAIc/sLe5pl_kORs/s1600-h/ass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJCCeQ5heII/AAAAAAAAAIc/sLe5pl_kORs/s320/ass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228822623821068418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJCCeWrRoDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/1mfhYf5o7nU/s1600-h/fundressup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJCCeWrRoDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/1mfhYf5o7nU/s320/fundressup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228822625371922482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Comments please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-5473314400177904839?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/5473314400177904839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=5473314400177904839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5473314400177904839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5473314400177904839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/dress-up.html' title='Dress up..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SJCCekU0QmI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Gko1FRb9Ol4/s72-c/thighscovered.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-3947362021467571396</id><published>2008-07-30T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:28:29.526-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Tiger Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of course 6 hours with my entire family yesterday was just about driving me over the edge when I decided we should all go Congressional Country Club for dinner &amp;amp; leave the little ones with the nanny.  There was no way I wanted to deal with all that in the kitchen.  We have MAJOR golfers in our family, and my younger sister is actually dating a very well known golfer.  She graduated from St. Andrews, about 4 years ago, and my youngest sister goes into her 3rd year there, when she returns in Sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea that as fas as they were concerned, we'd hit jackpot, and it was a mob scene.  Congressional was having their Tiger Woods town meeting about hosting the PGA, so anyone who is anyone was there last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny, looking at us, well at least Jules and I, most people wouldn't think that underneath the expensive little black dresses, and shoes lays (for me) a raging nymphomania with a total sadistic streak for humiliating men (and the richer they are, the better, because that makes the humiliation that much more real in my mind).  Once her tattoos are covered up, most people wouldn't be thinking stripper.  I wonder how many men would have gotten on their knees before me, had they known that in the trunk of my car, I had the sexiest 6" stiletto, thigh high boots, a strap on, and a leather mini skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm walking around the club and the Senate Pub, I see tons of men that I know, (and whom up until now, I've never run into) and now I know why they're seeing me.  Their wives look sedated, extremely boring, &amp;amp; conservative, and they all appear to have a proverbial stick up their ass.  Looking around the dinner room, it was the same everywhere.    Good looking, older men, stuck with these rich bitches that aren't giving it up.  Most of them aren't even able to have a conversation together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it ever gets like that between hubby and I (where we don't even want to talk to one another over a nice meal) then I'm asking for a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had the best vegetable lasagne, was totally bummed that their famous lemon meringue pie wasn't on the menu, and settled for some of their white chocolate ice cream, with their delicious coffee.  Even though it took 20 minutes to get seated, it is always well worth it.  We made it out of there incident free &amp;amp; I got everyone back to their houses by 10ish.  They're still asleep currently and I've got some peace and quiet at the computer for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith took off for NYC late last night - around 2am, and I'm not sure when she's coming back.  I totally have got to get motivated to go to spinning class tonight, and do something else besides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-3947362021467571396?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3947362021467571396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=3947362021467571396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3947362021467571396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3947362021467571396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/tiger-woods.html' title='Tiger Woods'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-3860296250096122703</id><published>2008-07-29T03:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T11:41:44.337-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Jules &amp; Miscellaneous shit..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So tonight I went out and had a margarita and dinner at Don Pablos in Laurel.  It was me, Rachel, Jules, and Alison.  Faith opted to stay home :-(  After that, we headed home to play around in the pool.  (Our family is coming tomorrow, and we definitely need to have fun tonight)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some of you guys ask me a lot of questions - about Jules (msjulie.com) and what's going on &amp;amp; what is our situation etc.,  Here's the deal.  I came to the US when I was 17, she came out two years later.  Her mother, and my mother were sisters (my mom has since died).  I've always been interested in the whole B&amp;amp;D thing, and introduced her to it, and we both did sessions - sometimes together, but most often or not, she had her clients, and I had mine.  We initially had a dungeon in Wheaton together, but literally it burnt down to the ground, and at that point we'd both decided we really wanted to live someplace a little more remote.  We (she and I, and my husband) bought the estate place in Columbia, and we all moved in together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving right along, I put together the msjulie.com site for her.  Remember, I have ADD and don't sleep much.  I was kinda done with the pro-sessions, bored &amp;amp; wanted to learn web design.  I'd read the emails from her clients, and kinda give her a heads up on what the session should be, and afterwards she'd tell me how it went and I'd write her up a journal entry, which she'd read, then modify if need be.  After about 3 years of crazy living together, hubby and I decided to buy a whole new place, which we then moved into.  During those 3 crazy years we had live in slaves - one in particular, Olivia, gave up absolutely everything to move in and serve our every need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to give a blow by blow account, but we've had a few differences of opinion in the past, but it's currently all good.  She hasn't done the professional domination stuff in a very long time - like 4 years or more.  She's a certified personal trainer, and she works at a strip club in MD, and occasionally does the bachelor party thing, or private viewings.  She got burnt out on the whole female domination &amp;amp; pro domme thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took down the website when it became apparent that she was not going to return to being a pro-domme, and because I lost complete interest in updating it, or maintaining it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had some rip roaring parties at our house, (it's got 8 extra bedrooms besides her suite, and mine), it's equipped with jail cells, stables, a huge outdoor swimming pool &amp;amp; veranda, and before she packed away all the dungeon furniture, an amazing HUGE basement.  It's very private, backs up to a state park, and just to get to the house, you have to cross a private bridge, and drive down a 3/4 mile driveway.  We used to have 5 horses, but now only have two.  We both grew up riding horses on the beach in Ireland, and working for a company during the summers that would give lessons to tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a large Irish family, with lots of brothers, sisters, aunts/uncles etc., and for the most part we're very close.  I'm thinking that I'd like to put together the dungeon again, so that I can have fun and play around in it, BUT it's really not worth it, unless I'm doing the professional domination thing.  It costs money to maintain &amp;amp; run the house, and the dungeon equipment is a huge investment, which I'm not sure I wanna do the upkeep on.  I also think that the money exchange for me, takes away the fun, and spontaneity of my playtime.  On the other hand, cash is kinda nice, and I could stick it away and fill up another mattress or two with it &amp;amp; I already know that I probably want my kids to go to private school, so it could pay for that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also flirted with the idea of perhaps hooking up with a few dommes in the area who would like to use the space, when I'm NOT using it, and / or use the space to host some more parties (but we're so not into the "scene" in this area - black rose, or crucible people hanging out here.... no thanks, we're not those girls).  I am kinda interested in meeting the younger, hipper, more open to sex crowd, and TNG might be an avenue to explore.  I did talk to Lexi about filming at our place, and I know that most of the pro-dommes now a days are into selling their video clips and running their website as a main source of income.   I'm too private to want to do that, and I don't want anything out there that could potentially come back to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jules on the other hand wants to use the space to start her own personal training business, so that she's not giving 60% of her income to the gym.   She's totally against me getting back into the pro-domme game &amp;amp; thinks that I should be happy with the few subs I see for my own personal fun and enjoyment, and that I don't need anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SI6TVLUbtXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/O2fpka4pUSs/s1600-h/jules3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SI6TVLUbtXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/O2fpka4pUSs/s320/jules3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228278209448752498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SI6RoGcgepI/AAAAAAAAAHk/AfPI5AhSAvI/s1600-h/jules2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SI6RoGcgepI/AAAAAAAAAHk/AfPI5AhSAvI/s320/jules2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228276335534701202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, some of the other &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;daft things&lt;/span&gt; that you guys have been asking me are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do I like to read?&lt;/span&gt;  Absolutely when I have time.  During the school year however, I'm pretty much a full time stay at home mom, and summer is basically our vacation time.  SO, because I'm on vacation, I'm trying to read all the trash that I can get my hands on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the middle of this book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SI8eMxCylvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/N_dmh2qgoT0/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SI8eMxCylvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/N_dmh2qgoT0/s320/book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228430897072740082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Mike just gave me "Secret Diary of a call girl", which was made especially for the new tv series on Showtime.  However, the tv show was put together based on the true blogging adventures of another girl, and her blog was made into a book - called Belle de Jour.  (Which I've already read).  The intimate Adventures of a London call girl.  You can read up on how it all happened at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Belle_de_Jour_%28writer%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  The real blog is &lt;a href="http://belledejour-uk.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;located here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  (Also it's Belle DE jour, not Belle DU jour).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do I relate to call girls?&lt;/span&gt;  Absolutely, I know many girls who do that for a living, and I get why they do it, rather than work in a fucking office.  I haven't or wouldn't have done it in the past, because I've been in a semi-monogamous relationship for the last 16 years with my husband.  Outside of my playtime with girls, and 3 somes or more somes with him and those girls, I've not actually fucked another man, until 2001, I really really really wanted to experience being with a well hung black man.  SO, after many years of it being a fantasy, I finally convinced hubby to be ok with it, and I tried it with a guy that we'd known for about 2 years.  Unfortunately for me it was in a swimming pool, it was anti-climatic in that he honestly couldn't get anything besides the tip of his cock up inside of me, and even that felt tight and sore (probably looking back due to a lack of lube or foreplay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO then about 2 weeks ago, I did the whole thing with that guy Mark &lt;a href="http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/boatingand-sunday-night.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that I blogged about earlier &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(so I'm not going to go back into it).  Hubby was best not pleased initially because I hadn't told him I was going to do it.  Since then we've had some hot sex, while talking about me going out and getting satisfied by another guy, and that's kinda fed into the whole cuckolding thing which I've got in mind, thanks to Mike and now Dan (the guy I had phone sex with yesterday morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think being a pro-domme is "nicer" in a lot of ways, if I'm not into someone I don't have to accept them as a client, and pretty much if you work for an escort agency, you have to accept whomever they send your way.  Old, no teeth, saggy balls... and you have to fuck him... uggghhh you get the idea.  As a dominatrix (if you're a real one anyway) then it's all about you, and you getting satisfied, and it certainly isn't about fucking him, unless we're talking about a good mind fucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do I enjoy doing besides humiliating men?  &lt;/span&gt;Tons of stuff!! I love flowers, and gardening.  I recycle, and have a compost bin!  I love vines, and wild flowers, the bigger and messier the better.  I grow my own tomatoes, peppers, sugar snap peas, zucchini and mesclun lettuce ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SI8leGuslbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7wJ0jAA_2jA/s1600-h/pepper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SI8leGuslbI/AAAAAAAAAIE/7wJ0jAA_2jA/s320/pepper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228438891533211058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SI8l5gDNWuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2cAHzQDygI0/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SI8l5gDNWuI/AAAAAAAAAIM/2cAHzQDygI0/s320/flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228439362186599138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SI8mrQD4eVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/SLjzyjfEz8M/s1600-h/vine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SI8mrQD4eVI/AAAAAAAAAIU/SLjzyjfEz8M/s320/vine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228440216887916882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's some more answers to the questions you guys sent me via the yahoo group:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How big is your strapon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have several strap ons, the largest is a 10" black cock, and the smallest is a 6" puny white cock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where/how do you like to do golden showers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I've given Golden Showers in a ton of ways.. Most favourite: When I'm being fingered to an orgasm, while standing up bent over the bathroom sink, slave below me, then it's a big mixture of cum, pee all combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While face-sitting a slave who is laying down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I Love laying down and being eaten out, and when I'm all totally relaxed, I can squirt cum, then let loose with a nice big warm stream of urine, which hopefully the slave is lapping up, while humping the floor, or bed beneath him, begging to be allowed to cum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Love public peeing, just squatting down and pissing wherever, and ordering a slave to squat next to me, and stick his hand in it, catching as much as possible, and then having him drink it, and then make him masturbate in public till he cums. Would love to make him walk around town with stained pants..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have done it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in the tub, squatting or standing over someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Straddling  someone on the bathroom floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Publicly taken a glass to a restroom and come back with it filled to the brim of my pee, and forced a slave to drink it, like it's a cocktail I've just brought him from the bar.. (Or I've gone to the bar, and helped myself to a slice of lime, or a cherry and brought it back, allowing my date to think it's another gimlet).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the hotel pool at a swingers party, while wrapping my legs tightly around my date... (not proud of that, and don't pee in my own pool)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you enjoy dressing up while dominating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Absolutely, what girl doesn't love to play dress up? It doesn't help that I owned a fetish boutique, and brought one of everything home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I have to say though, it's not always necessary - clothes do NOT make the domme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Leather, stockings, pvc, boots, heels, etc?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I would say that my favourite pieces wind up being any imported leather - I have a couple of leather teddies which paired off with thigh high stockings, and a killer pair of shoes is an easy, sexy look to pull off. You can dress it up with a leather mini skirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I LOVE &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1216318999_2"&gt;thigh high boots&lt;/span&gt;, however it gets fucking hot inside them! I love nothing more than ordering a slave to put them on, or take them off. The unzipping or unlacing down the inside of my thigh, all the way to my feet is a turn on to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PVC is REALLY FUCKING WARM - in fact you just sweat constantly in it, so I'm not that big of a fan, but do have some super sexy patent &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1216318999_3"&gt;leather thigh high boots&lt;/span&gt;, and a super sexy red patent leather  mini dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I also like simple black dresses, or suits, where I look more like the average person, who just happens to have a very kinky personality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;What are some of your favorite forms of CBT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I sometimes (like when I'm almost done with my period) get into painful cbt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clothespins around the cock and balls, and then while using my riding crop I get off on slapping them off one at a time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious ball kicking with high heels, or just  bare feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking my nails and squeezing, or scratching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot candle wax...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-3860296250096122703?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3860296250096122703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=3860296250096122703' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3860296250096122703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3860296250096122703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/jules-miscellaneous-shit.html' title='Jules &amp; Miscellaneous shit..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SI6TVLUbtXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/O2fpka4pUSs/s72-c/jules3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-1157350653513273649</id><published>2008-07-28T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:06:00.192-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Miscellaneous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kinda crazy having a whole free day to myself.  Totally thought my family was arriving this morning, but it's actually tomorrow!  Last night had to be one of the weirdest nights I've had in a while, and when I woke up this morning, I was totally expecting it all to have been some big old dream!  It wasn't.  The girl who'd been in the basement trying on clothes for 5 hours woke up first, around 11.30ish, she had NO idea that we'd even talked last night in the kitchen, or that she'd been in the basement for 5+ hours by herself trying on clothes!!  Kooky.  That in of itself should be a slogan to not do drugs &amp;amp; alcohol together.  Jules finally rolled out of bed around 1ish, and was totally appreciative that I'd not left the cuffs on.... I did think about it to be honest, but I'm trying very hard to be nice, or at least I am for the next 3 weeks while our family is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally love Katy Perry, but watched her on the View this morning, and it was live, and not very good.  I was totally shocked that the little blonde chick, Elizabeth was not getting her knickers in a twist over the whole "I kissed a girl, and I liked it" song.  Seems to me like she'd have a real problem with lesbianism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the most amazing phone sex this morning ever - and I'm totally not really a phone sex kinda girl - (I Like my sex up close and personal in real time)... with Dan... &lt;groan&gt; I'd hit it off so well with him previously that even the jealous girlfriend (he says gf, she says wife) wasn't enough to talk me out of it.  We started the conversation about mild cuckolding, and by the end it was sooo raunchy that I couldn't stop squirting for like 3 minutes.  We talked about a big ass black guy pumping me full of his cum, and Dan being underneath to eat it all up... it was very involved, and very hot, and for someone who has NEVER fantasized about anything like that before, I was kinda shocked that it's never ever entered my pretty little head before!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going out with some of my girlfriends tonight, and then we'll probably come back and party at the big house in Columbia, cause I have to spend the night here again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/groan&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-1157350653513273649?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/1157350653513273649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=1157350653513273649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1157350653513273649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1157350653513273649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/miscellaneous.html' title='Miscellaneous'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-7126896485258510160</id><published>2008-07-27T23:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:50:44.226-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went out tonight to meet this guy for a drink after talking to him online for a few weeks.  He was super funny, and easy to talk to.  Somehow or another we got onto the subject of arrest, and I told him I'd never want to go through something like that.  He then told me about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;his arrest..&lt;/span&gt; one night while super drunk he got mad at his laptop, while sitting in his condo, and he discharged his hand gun, at the laptop.  The bullet went through the neighbours wall, and the neighbour called the police...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, he passes out. amongst various empty bottles, so when the SWAT team bursts through his door, they're unsure as to whether or not he was trying to take his own life, or if he indeed was trying to injure, or kill the person next door.  When they arrest him, they take his belt and his shoe laces, just in case he tries to top himself while in their care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His parents had to come up with 75K to bail him out, he had to hire a lawyer, go to rehab for 28 days, and he's now in a sober living facility...  I felt like I was on an episode of Intervention.  I Swear to god, I couldn't make this stuff up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was soooo funny, and totally my type of guy, up until then.  I could just hear AA in the background, and no doubt he's swapping one addiction for another.  At least if I'm sitting on his face, then the neighbours won't be getting bullets through their walls was what one half of my brain was saying.  The other half was the part that was telling me to not mess with his head, because he's maybe a bit of a whacko.  Of course his name is Mike too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway as I get in my car to leave, my phone goes off... it's Dan's wife.   Well that narrows it down, because next to the name Mike, Dan is pretty popular around here too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it turns out, this Dan, was the guy that I had been talking to about eating a pussy load of my husbands' cum, who had sworn he was single, and that he hadn't had a girlfriend in eons had fucking lied through his teeth.  Dudes, maybe I haven't made this very clear... I DON'T GIVE A RATS ASS IF YOU'RE MARRIED.  I GET THAT MANY OF YOU HAVE AN AVERSION TO THE TRUTH, SO FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT ARE GOING TO SNEAK AROUND, DON'T GET FUCKING CAUGHT, AND CERTAINLY DON'T ALLOW HER TO CONTACT ME!!  I don't want ANY drama, and it's certainly not my intention to make another woman feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get caught (not if), you should fess up and tell the truth.  Maybe if more of you told your fucking wives what you were really into, you'd be having a rocking sex life with her.. or she'd be ok with you doing your thing on the side.  Who knows?  I've always been up front with my husband, and ok sometimes he doesn't like what I'm going to do, but at least he has the option of saying no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if my night just wasn't jam packed enough, when I get over to the big house in Columbia, where I'm going to spend the night, (so that I can be at the airport tomorrow) Jules is passed out, and RESTRAINED to her bed, along with some guy, who is also RESTRAINED to the bed....  who the fuck restrained them, and why can't I fucking wake them up??    I realize momentarily that she's drunk, but then I'm thinking date rape drug and worse.  Luckily I was able to unlock the cuffs from them both, but they were both so trashed that neither of them was making any sense...  I swear tonight is like some big karmic joke on me.  I'm in my old room, and I'm a little worried that someone else is in the house, and that I don't have a gun, and that I might wake up shackled to my bed!!!  THAT SO CAN NOT HAPPEN TONIGHT.    WTF is going on??  Is there a full moon tonight??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-7126896485258510160?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/7126896485258510160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=7126896485258510160' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/7126896485258510160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/7126896485258510160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-went-out-tonight-to-meet-this-guy-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-3435910726994945318</id><published>2008-07-27T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:29:26.392-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swingers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female domination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strap on sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuckolding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more femdom sex'/><title type='text'>Yummy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I decided very last minute to call up my sub Josh &amp;amp; invite him to cum with me, hubby, Faith and her boyfriend to Tabu last night.  Josh has been dying to watch my husband pump me full of his cum and then be allowed to eat it out of my steaming hot little pussy.  For years I've kinda brought this up now and then to my hubby, (as a fantasy), and the reason being is that I want him to think that it's all his idea, and that I'm not pulling the strings as usual ;-)  Of course over the last two or three weeks since I've been playing with my newest little slutty bitch boy Mike, my mind has been working overtime to find ways to really introduce my hubby right smack bang into the middle of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I'd use Josh because for one, he and hubby have met each other a few times in the past, so hubby might be just that bit more comfortable, and I'll be more likely to completely get satisfied....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby was thrilled when I put on a sexy red dress that he'd bought me a few weeks before, with some fuck me pumps by Carlos Santana.  When Josh arrived is when I decided to tell hubby that he was coming along for clean up purposes.  Josh's cock was bursting out of his shorts the entire ride up to Catonsville.. he thinks my husband is a total stud, and he's always asking him what kinda workouts he does to get his chest, arms and thighs so big... so I know he couldn't believe his luck in actually being able to see hubby's nice big ass cock pumping me while he watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived my friend Rachel was already waiting for us.  She led us downstairs to the room that she'd scoped out for us.  I have this rule that the door has to stay open, cause I like being watched - whereas hubby is a bit shy - he prefers to watch me, or others, rather than be on display, so I wanted to see him squirm a bit too ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Rachel to take hubby's shorts down, and suck his cock while I rode Josh's face to get my already wet pussy, just a bit wetter.  I spent the next ten minutes telling Josh how he'd NEVER get his sissy little cock near me, or any woman, and that all he'd be good for was face-sitting.  I took Faith's panties off her, and made Josh put them on, and then had him get a good ring side seat next to me, while I bent over in front of my husband and stuck my ass against his hard throbbing cock.  When I glanced up to the door, I noticed we had about 4 couples filling the doorway watching us.  That just got me even hotter, and I told hubby to fill me up with his hot cock.  I pulled Josh over, and allowed him to kiss me, while hubby drilled me from behind.  Rachel was sucking on my tits, and when I looked down at Josh - his panties were now soaked with pre-cum.  It was very fucking hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then told hubby to stop so I could climb on top of him, and take his cock much deeper inside, plus I wanted to be able to kiss and play with Rachel a bit.  Before I climbed onto his cock again, I sat down again on Josh's face.  The boy was totally going crazy.  I rode his face for a few minutes, before getting back over to hubby.  Rachel then sat down on hubby's face, so we were now able to kiss each other, and fondle each other.  By now, the couples had completely come into the room, and a ton of single guys were now peering in the door, and I could see a few of them had their cocks out - that just totally about put me over the edge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode hubby hard, and told him to shoot a big hot steamy load of cum into my cunt - he was more than happy to oblige.  I stood up, and moved myself onto the couch, spread my legs wide, and demanded that Josh crawl over on his hands and knees to clean me up.  That boy was right up in my pussy within seconds, and was begging me to allow him to cum, through mouthfuls of hubby's semen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooooo fucking hot!!!!  After I came for a second time, I told hubby that he was to come upstairs with us and hang out for a little bit - I wanted to dance, get a drink and mingle.  I really wanted to see if there were any chicks upstairs that I knew, and could invite downstairs for our 2nd go around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran into a few people that we've known for years, and we spent most of the night declining advances.  There's no way that I'm playing tame "wife swapping" games with some lame dude, who doesn't know how to please me, besides if there's not some form of domination involved, I'm totally not into it.  There were a few big ass black guys that kept hitting on me, and I hate to even go there again because that was one of my biggest fucking fantasies that I could get off on in under 30 seconds, but once I did it, it was the worst fucking let down ever.  Talk about fantasy not matching up with reality.   I of course had to pick the black dude with the biggest cock, and he's the only guy I've ever been with since I've been with my husband, but unfortunately I was in the swimming pool when I went to straddle him.  He couldn't even get the head of his cock into my cunt, so it was a total flop, and one which he wanted to revisit many times there after, which I declined.  SO anyway, years have gone by since that one time experience, and I've so been off the black guy thing ever since then... until Sat night.  Some of the guys that were hitting on me were the hottest fucking men I've ever seen, with muscles that I just couldn't stop oogling.  One black guy followed me to the bathroom, and dropped his shorts to show me his cock... it took all my control to not push him to the floor and jump right on it.  Since last night, I've masturbated several times thinking about his cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after all that dancing and bumping and grinding with several hot girls on the dance floor, I could feel some of hubby's cum dripping out of my cunt, and slipping onto my thighs.  I saw Josh sitting watching me, so I went over, stood up onto the couch, and ground my cunt into his face.  My dress was short enough that you could so see my butt cheeks if I raised my arms above my head.  I made Josh sit forward a little so that I could put a leg around each of his shoulders and climb onto him, so that my pussy was right into front of his mouth, and I just held onto the wall while I rode his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby came over to tell me that he'd found this really sexy girl, and he wanted us to go watch her.  I grabbed Josh and Rachel and we followed her downstairs.  She was something else.  She laid down on one of the big beds downstairs, and told everyone that she wanted to do as many guys as possible, and she spread her legs wide,. and.... within 3 minutes I was bored out of my mind.  So she was getting gangbanged, but she was soooo not into it.  She was super hot, but she just laid there and didn't make a peep.  She had a huge crowd of people watching, so I decided they could have my upfront row seat, I was going to strap myself into a swing behind all the action, and see what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and I forgot to mention that I took off my dress, and slipped on my strap on, and then strapped myself into the swing... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel came over and got down on her knees and started eating my pussy, I laid back and lifted my legs up into the air, and pretty soon some guy was sucking on my toes, another guy was massaging my head and shoulders, another guy was running his hands all over my other leg, and I could see Josh and my hubby looking like "oh shit", "what the fucks happening".  I told Rachel to climb up onto my cock, and she and I rocked it out to one hell of an orgasm.  I told the guys that I wanted them to cum over my feet and legs, and then Josh would have to clean it all up.  It was really fucking hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an awesome fucking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-3435910726994945318?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3435910726994945318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=3435910726994945318' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3435910726994945318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3435910726994945318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/yummy.html' title='Yummy..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-1405388298513394379</id><published>2008-07-27T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T09:18:20.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Very quick update ~ spending the day with my kids.  Promised them a trip to barnes &amp; noble and waffles from mosiac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night wound up being off the chart hot and will post all the details when I get home.  Josh you are one very nasty boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-1405388298513394379?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/1405388298513394379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=1405388298513394379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1405388298513394379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1405388298513394379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/very-quick-update-spending-day-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-5064200197057929567</id><published>2008-07-26T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T15:52:07.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So all this telling 8 hunky men what to do all day has got me a little hot under the collar.  The good news is that pulling these houses together and having us move completely into the one in Montgomery County is going much quicker than I expected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith and I have been dividing our time between the pool &amp;amp; the couch - I'm trying to catch up on Entourage before the new series starts, and just got done re-watching one of my favourite all time episodes.. the one were the Pussy Patrol go to bat for aqua-man, and take the sissy journalist with a huge fucking big black strap on!!  My kinda girls!  Loved the line, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we lick ass by day, and we kick ass by night&lt;/span&gt;"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the early morning at a spinning class, and at some point this weekend I'd like to find a bosu balance ball, so that I can text on it from my new sidekick slide, which I love!  Means that I can nix the idea of buying a new laptop, because the sidekick is so damn handy &amp;amp; I can get a core workout in too.  I'm such the multi-tasker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to figure out if I should reward my hubby tonight by taking him to a swingers club, and allow him to watch me get it on with a girl, or if I should just go to the swingers club tonight with Faith, Rachel and a couple of our other girlfriends, and have our own fun.  Choices, choices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-5064200197057929567?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/5064200197057929567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=5064200197057929567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5064200197057929567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5064200197057929567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-all-this-telling-8-hunky-men-what-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-1566925149135046746</id><published>2008-07-25T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:44:49.802-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Uuugghhh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I ate way too much for dinner.  I decided last minute to get all dolled up and go with hubby and the kids to Congressional for dinner at the grill.... it was delicious, and they had their own version of English Trifle for dessert... their margaritas are to die for... and after two, hubby had to drive us home ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to take him upstairs to bed, with some anal beads, and convince him why he should allow me to penetrate his ass for the first time ever... wish me luck!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike... see what you've done?  You'd probably better be hoping he doesn't follow through with it, otherwise you, my little wanna be whore, might be out of a job...!!!!  I haven't stopped thinking about last night and this morning all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack, sorry I blew you off for dinner at Panang tonight, but missed the family after being gone all of yesterday.  I'll take a rain check though!  Left my phone in the bedroom, so I missed all of your calls.  Will give you a ring in the AM after spinning class, but don't plan on seeing me...  we're off to move our shit out of one house and into the other to make room for the Irish Clan descending upon us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-1566925149135046746?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/1566925149135046746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=1566925149135046746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1566925149135046746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1566925149135046746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/uuugghhh.html' title='Uuugghhh..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-8364608760060477191</id><published>2008-07-25T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:59:44.059-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Faith &amp; Nichole</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIo8V7pP4DI/AAAAAAAAAHI/RwO1-fk-8Qo/s1600-h/faithnicoledrunksm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIo8V7pP4DI/AAAAAAAAAHI/RwO1-fk-8Qo/s320/faithnicoledrunksm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227056665002500146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIo8V39oWqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ct26lkeotaU/s1600-h/nicholefaithdrunk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIo8V39oWqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ct26lkeotaU/s320/nicholefaithdrunk2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227056664014248610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh we were soooo drunk the other night when we went out....  I am also so kicking myself for getting my hair cut - I miss all of it tumbling around my shoulders :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-8364608760060477191?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8364608760060477191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=8364608760060477191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8364608760060477191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8364608760060477191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/faith-nichole.html' title='Faith &amp; Nichole'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIo8V7pP4DI/AAAAAAAAAHI/RwO1-fk-8Qo/s72-c/faithnicoledrunksm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-6281591799256207594</id><published>2008-07-25T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:25:33.802-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussy worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more femdom sex'/><title type='text'>Need my pussy licked...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIo2WQN--tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0yv8S15wcx8/s1600-h/niccrotch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIo2WQN--tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0yv8S15wcx8/s320/niccrotch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227050073455524562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh I'm totally horny again right now.  I swear to God there's something *wrong* with me.  All I can think about right now is having a sub spend a few hours worshiping my feet, my ass, my pussy and my breasts... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-6281591799256207594?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6281591799256207594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=6281591799256207594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/6281591799256207594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/6281591799256207594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/need-my-pussy-licked.html' title='Need my pussy licked...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIo2WQN--tI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0yv8S15wcx8/s72-c/niccrotch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-4372315099300262449</id><published>2008-07-25T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T14:10:10.822-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strap on sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more femdom sex'/><title type='text'>Ok the full story..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So I went over to Winter Green Plaza yesterday afternoon to meet up with my little slut Mike, and we picked out several anal toys to go play with.  I had been so horny in the shower that afternoon thinking about stretching his tight little ass out, and turning him into my little fuck-able slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we actually met, I was pretty wet.  I went right up to the sales girl and told her I was looking for something small because I wanted to start ass training with my boyfriend, and could she suggest some dildos that would fit into one of the many harnesses I already own.  She didn't even blink an eye.. she must obviously have worked there for some time!  My slut however had that squirmy look, which I love!  She pointed me in the right direction, but kept hanging around, so I suggested she take a hike and go see to the other customers in the store because this girl knows exactly what she's doing, and what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While getting ready to check out I caught him looking and feeling the satin French maid outfits, so I told him to leave them alone because I've got bucketfuls of that stuff at one of my houses, and that we should just go by there, and pick one up along with some various other things I knew I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We grabbed dinner at On The Border &amp;amp; just as we were getting the check, I got a call from Peechy that she was at my house, but didn't bring her key, so I told her we'd swing by to let her in, before we took off to have some fun.  Taking my slaves to my house is NOT a usual occurrence but this little slut puppy has pulled into the top 5 of people I want a LTR with.  After picking up some stuff from my house in Mont County, I realised that some of the other stuff I wanted to get was at the house in Columbia, so we made a plan that on the way to his house, we'd detour by the estate, he could meet Jules, and we'd go rummage in the closets and down in the dungeon for some other goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial plan was that my single girlfriend Lisa might really like this guy, she and I have been getting kinky together for years, but she's never met a guy that she likes, and who likes her back, so I thought what the hell, at the very least it might be a kinda cool 3 some for the evening.  Then I went one better and decided that I'd find out if Faith wanted to join in and that would be a very fun 4-some.  Peechy overheard the plans, and of course wanted in on the action.  I tried very hard to dissuade her, but she pleaded and said she didn't have to be involved, she just would wanna watch.  So the 4-some was now a 5-some.  Faith said she'd meet us up at Pastimes, and we went to find Lisa over at the RIO, only she wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other time that Mike and I had gotten together I mentioned I'd wanted to see Mamma Mia - only I meant on Broadway, but he thought I meant at the movies, (I didn't even know that it was a movie) and while at the RIO he asked if I wanted to go see it.  We had a couple of hours to kill before Faith would get into the area, so I agreed.  It was quite funny on a few levels.  Plus it was set in Greece, with a ton of Irish characters.  What more could I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quitting with the Pastimes thing, clearly this swinger thing has gotten way more mainstream, and too many ugly fucks are now involved with it.  We arrived, slow danced to one song, and I couldn't drink my bacardi &amp;amp; diet coke fast enough to get the hell right back out of there... looking at those OLD, FAT, FUGLY, BARELY MOVING, GROSS people was just drying my mojo right up.  There was nothing sexy about it.  I couldn't look at it, and not get completely turned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically ran out of the club, dragging them behind me, and I called Faith and told her not to bother coming, we were leaving, and I was dropping Peechy off and making her go console my husband, who I was about to call and tell I wasn't planning on coming home again that night.....  At this point, all I really wanted to do was go to Mike's place, and spend hours stretching his tight little asshole out (with the hopes that later that night I could just fuck him eventually with my strap on).  I also wanted to watch the rest of the cuckold movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 10ish we were finally able to ditch Peechy, and she took my car and I rode with Mike back to his place.  On the way my husband rang to ask what was going on, so I told him that I was totally horny, and therefore I was going back to Mikes' house to dress him up like a little sissy and fuck him up the ass, and that he shouldn't wait up for me, but instead he should use and abuse Peechy  by doing anything he wanted except putting his cock in her cunt.  I didn't really even need to spell that out.  It's the rule.  He can watch me with other girls, he fuck me while I'm with other girls, he can get his cock sucked, he can eat pussy, but he can't kiss on the lips, or stick his cock inside them.  The other rule is I can do anything I fucking want as long as I tell him.... seems totally fair to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I had a great night, but I only came once... I had a really good morning, and came twice before leaving Mikes' house, and then once I arrived home I came at least 5 more times.  4 of those were with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be tied up with family for the next 3 weeks starting on the 29th, so I've told Mike that he needs to be using the anal beads, the butt plugs etc., every time he wants to cum, so that by the time I see him again, it can be the real deal, with the strap on - that way I'm getting the whole power trip thing in my head, plus I'm getting my clit stimulated by the strap on while I'm banging him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'll have to tell my family that I've got a session at the gym with a trainer in order to leave by myself. That way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;once or twice over the next 3 weeks, I can hook up with him to try this double headed dildo thing.   We'd sit facing each other, put our pussy's against each other ;-) with my legs over his, and hump the double headed dildo.  It's slightly bigger than the plugs and the beads, but not as thick as the smallest dildo for the strap on.  FUCK.. I'm horny again thinking about it... that and the fucking AWESOME face sitting session I had this morning when I got home.  My husband has gotten soooo talented over the years at eating pussy that I really could rent him out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... I'm going to be busy this weekend with Jules sorting out where we're putting 27 family members but I'd love to play again tonight or later this afternoon... email me if you're interested, and tell me what turns you on most about me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-4372315099300262449?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/4372315099300262449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=4372315099300262449' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/4372315099300262449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/4372315099300262449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok-full-story.html' title='Ok the full story..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-5038345122607959478</id><published>2008-07-25T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T12:12:28.741-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just got home.. damn you guys have IM'd me a shit load yesterday and today.  I've just got done telling my husband all about last night, we had amazingly good fucking sex for the last two hours, and he ate me out like he'd not had it in months ;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe because I told him that I'd fantasized about allowing my little slut to blow a load all over my pussy, and that afterwards I rubbed it up and inside of myself.... boy did that make him get fucking rock solid right after blowing his load 2 minutes previously.  Round 2 was even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to the shower, and then just maybe, if you beg enough, I'll tell you all about my little bitch boy, and our adventures with dildos, butt plugs, and strap ons last night... and yes, I spent the entire night with him... again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-5038345122607959478?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/5038345122607959478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=5038345122607959478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5038345122607959478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5038345122607959478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-got-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-2149325591503004604</id><published>2008-07-24T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T13:47:10.219-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public humiliation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swingers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I got a good work out this morning, and leg pressed 130lbs!!!  12 reps X 3 sets, and then he had me doing all this other leg stuff - curls and wot not - leg stuff is sooooo easy for me!!  I really would rather work on my arms and belly, so I'm thinking of going back tonight and taking my friends spinning class at 6pm, but that's cutting it awfully close time wise.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Faith is driving back from NYC currently, and I'm kinda hoping she'd be up for taking a spinning class with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Peechy is also coming down to spend the night with me, and she's going to Pastimes, so I'll probably drive up there after I'm done to hang out with her for a little bit.  There's also this couple who have been writing me on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/msnichole_2002"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who want to hook up &amp;amp; play, and I'm slightly interested &amp;amp;  I think  I'll have them come up there to meet me, and see if everyone then wants to play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm meeting my little bitch boy around 4ish to go shopping for a teeny weeny strap on cock that I can start to stretch his arse out with ;-) and while I was at his place the other night he showed me this porno from Roman Video on Cuckolding, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it.  I think I'm going to have to convince my husband to perhaps join me at a swingers club on Saturday, fuck me while bitch boy looks on, and then when I'm done and satisfied with my hubby's big cock, then I'll take bitch boy with my strap on, and then force him to clean up all the cum after we're done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That's about it, I've gotta go hop in the shower, I'm all stinky! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-2149325591503004604?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/2149325591503004604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=2149325591503004604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/2149325591503004604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/2149325591503004604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-i-got-good-work-out-this-morning-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-8300135598092545092</id><published>2008-07-24T07:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:35:27.976-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Swear I'm psychic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've felt totally off my game for the last few days (couldn't sleep at all last night) &amp;amp; have had a few of those homesick moments in the last couple of weeks.  Well it's now making perfect sense.  I just got a call from my family back home in Ireland, and although the plan originally was that they were going to meet us in Crete, the whole clan will be arriving here in 4 days.  They couldn't NOT tell me, because they knew I'd FREAK if they didn't give me notice, and luckily the one sane person I can count on (little bro) saw fit to break the code of silence, and call me at 7am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So luckily for me, (cause now it's out of the way) and although I totally didn't want to, I went over to my other house in Columbia last night around 9ish, and spoke to msjulie.com -  that lasted until almost 2am this morning, and I think we're all good now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My huge family can't wait to see my kids, and msjulie.com has adopted a son (her youngest sisters baby).. don't ask.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Can I just say your real name now?  Anyone important in my life knows my name isn't Nichole).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, we have 27 family members arriving in 4 fucking days.  Half of me is sick to my stomach, because in so many ways my husband doesn't get the whole big Irish family thing, (he doesn't have any siblings) and he thinks that some of them are a bit mad, loud, into partying and that when we're all together in confined quarters for long periods of time, things are bound to fly through the air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other half of me is so excited.  I've missed my family and I sometimes miss the connection to home, and everything that goes along with it.  Not talking to msjulie.com for all these months probably made the homesickness worse because at least she would get it, and growing up together, she gets the family dynamics and sometimes contributes to them in a non-positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't know if this is just an Irish thing, but even if you absolutely can't stand a family member, you always know that when push comes to shove, that person will be in your corner in a minute, should anyone else want to fuck with you.  Because of that, hubby doesn't always get how we can hate each other one minute and then be perfectly fine the next.  The weird part of that is I literally just explained this exact thing to three different people in the past week or two (like I had to talk myself into it before push became shove)..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have 3 houses that I now have to sort and figure out who I can put where.  I gotta stop splitting my time between SS and Columbia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little glad that they're coming, because I really wasn't relishing the idea of packing my kids up and sending them back to Crete without me to spend time with my family over there, and luckily the tickets I'd bought, can be exchanged for a new date, which I guess means the kids and I will leave sometime in the middle of Oct, with hubby joining us after football season around thanksgiving.  I wanna stay here until Fall is done, and Winter is just about to set in.  That way I can take advantage of skyline drive, Great Falls etc., and get some hiking in when it's gorgeous out.  Fall is totally my favourite time of the year here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also totally weird that hubby's mom &amp;amp; dad called last night to say goodbye to the kids -  they have a flight out to Dublin today from the West Coast today, (they're doing some group tour of Ireland, and weeks ago had called to ask if we'd like to come along (and they were paying).  I totally turned it down because the last thing I would want to do is play tour guide with them, when I'd just want to be at home and catch up with all my friends etc.,  They weren't amused.  Neither was hubby.  Ireland is his favourite place in the world, and he has more stamps in his passport to Ireland, than anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm totally rambling, (and don't care), but my house is dead quiet, everyone is still asleep, and I need to get it all straight in my head.  I also need to go get in the shower and head to the gym, and then to meet up with Josh at his office for a coffee.  Sometime between that and shopping for a very small strap on, I have got to pick a house, and move into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-8300135598092545092?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8300135598092545092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=8300135598092545092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8300135598092545092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8300135598092545092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/swear-im-psychic.html' title='Swear I&apos;m psychic!'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-5657640659349842156</id><published>2008-07-24T04:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T06:12:24.392-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin Sells</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porn losing money?  I so need to go to bed, but I can't get to sleep :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-5657640659349842156?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blog.wired.com/business/2008/07/turns-out-por-1.html' title='Sin Sells'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/5657640659349842156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=5657640659349842156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5657640659349842156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5657640659349842156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/sin-sells.html' title='Sin Sells'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-1016326798094540885</id><published>2008-07-24T03:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T06:11:43.072-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Jack.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is just a bit weird/awkward, and I'm going to cc it to your work account because I want to make sure you see it.  First of all I do need to call you back, you absolutely are right when you say that you deserve that, but the reason I haven't is because I honestly don't know what to say about the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've known each other a really long time now, and I thought we were both on the same page.  I haven't spent a night with you because I know how much you like me, and I knew that things would take a left somewhere if I did, but they took a left before it got to that point, and I'm not sure that I could have made things any clearer about me, or my situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I so know what you're thinking and what you didn't say on the blog &amp;amp; I appreciate it.  I also appreciate being able to collect my thoughts and put them down, because I would lose my temper or my patience otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not the only man who feels like he married the wrong person, BUT I TOTALLY married the RIGHT person, and I'm probably more in love with him today than I was when we first got together.  Do I feel like he gets the short end of the stick sometimes, then my answer is still no, cause he's got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ultimately I really want to develop meaningful relationships with men (and women) that I play with.  Because sex is so much all about the head, it doesn't get really good until you've made that connection and know lots more about the other person.  (I should totally stop using the word sex, because I think anyone reading this will assume I mean your cock in my cunt, and that's totally not what I mean - I mean sex, as in all the fun kinky games that we played together that didn't involve "vanilla sex").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to stop seeing you, but I do want to draw a line in the sand, and while I'm at it, not bringing your "A" game had nothing to do with it.  We all have our off days, or sometimes we're just not in the mood.  I'll be in Rockville in the AM with Josh, call me - new number - 301-979-2466, and now I have got to go to sleep.  I would love for things to go back to the way they used to be, we had some very fun times together.  In actuality, because of you, I've explored things that I wouldn't have known about otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-1016326798094540885?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=1804554371833222843' title='Jack.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/1016326798094540885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=1016326798094540885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1016326798094540885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1016326798094540885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/jack.html' title='Jack.'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-1804554371833222843</id><published>2008-07-23T14:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:45:00.993-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strap on sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussy worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more femdom sex'/><title type='text'>Fucking Tired....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I didn't know how much cock my little slut might be able to take, so I found two of my smallest , and decided to throw them in the washing machine with my dress ;-)  Stuck them in the tumble dryer and stuck it on air dry for 12 minutes while I hopped in the shower.  When I opened up the door, one was missing... completely gone... I bent down to take a good look in the dryer, totally befuddled.. and happened to glance up.. there was my purple g spot cock completely suctioned to the top of the dryer barrel, and I had to pull and pull on it to get it to come off... Totally fucking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, due to my bad time keeping skills all day long, I was about 15 minutes late getting to "Your Mama" meet n greet.  Wish I'd known they really were in the same age group as my mama.  I'm totally glad I met Lynne, but there was this whole Natzi name tag wearing rule, and they just wouldn't quit with it.  It was very weird.  Not my bag.  My little sissy cock sucker and I sat down briefly - very briefly, just long enough for us to figure out new plans.  The new plans turned out to be very awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove down to DC to the TNG meetup, --- that was off the hook.  I finally got to meet &lt;a href="http://www.lexigoddess.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goddess Lexi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.mistresslynnslair.com/about.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mistress Lynn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which sub told me that Lynn and I would totally hit it off, but she's awesome.  I think our personalities might be a lot alike.  I spent ages talking to Lexi, and really enjoyed her.  She's smart, funny, and absolutely gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately? I was so horny to take M. back to his place and fuck him with one or both of my strap ons, that my mind kept wandering, so much so that I told M. it was time to go.  If you're young, hip, crazy and like to party, clearly TNG (on special event nights), and not the black rose is the place to be.  Everyone looked like they were having a great time, and they were all mostly in my age group, or younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove us back to his place, where I had him put my stockings on me, then my thigh high boots, then my strap on, and then I stood up and took off my dress.  He was such a horny little bitch.  He couldn't wait to wrap his lips around my cock, but I made him wait.. I Wanted to be a cock tease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I made him take my 6" stiletto heel in his mouth, and suck it, then I had him worship his way up my boots, all the way to the top.  I had about 3" of stocking tops peeking out at the top of the thigh high boots, and I made him kiss all the way around the top of my thigh.  THEN it was time for the main course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little bitch sucked it so fucking good, I humped his face, and made him gag a few times ;-) choking on my cock.  I demanded that he beg for my cock up his ass, and I grabbed some of his lube.  I squeezed the lube all over the head of my cock, and rubbed it all over.  I forced him to get onto his knees on his big four poster bed, and I climbed out, and stood up next to the bed, I pulled his ass back towards me, took aim, and stuck it right in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was getting into the groove, and really about to cum hard, he flopped down onto the bed, pulling away from my cock.. apparently this was the BIGGEST cock he'd ever had up his ass, and he just couldn't do it.  Talk about killing my little buzz.. :-(  then I realized that it might be fun to train him to take my cock, starting out with my finger (which I had forgotten the last time I played with him, almost got squeezed to death up his ass).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, we played around in the bed, and next thing I know it's 3am, and my husband is calling looking for me...  wish hubby had been closer, I'd have had him fuck me really good (because I was so god damn horny from all the fucking foreplay) and forced my newest little fun bitch to clean me up, while I allowed him to jerk himself off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished up on the phone with my husband, telling him that I wasn't coming home, and not to worry about me, and then went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and pee before getting into bed and going to sleep with M.  However when I looked in the mirror, M. had given me this huge fucking hickey on my neck!! I FREAKED.  I totally LOVE telling my husband about all the hot escapades I have, (while we're fucking), but it's another thing for him to see evidence of said dalliance on my body!!  Totally felt like I was 13 again, and it came rushing back that "toothpaste" is a good cure for them!!  Got myself lathered in toothpaste and climbed back into bed... of course just like every fucking man who cums, M. was out like a light, and snoring like a freight train.  I masturbated, and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little slut woke me up this morning at 6am humping my leg like a fucking bitch in heat.  It was kinda hot to climb between his legs, and slide my finger up his ass, watching while he jerked off and shot a huge load of cum over himself.  I took the finger that had been up his ass, and wiped up a gob of cum onto it, and then forced it into his mouth... yummy yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left at 9ish this morning and had to go get an oil change, came home briefly to fuck my husband silly and ride his face, showered, changed and then ran out the door with him to go to the gym.  Then I met up with Sugar Daddy at the mall - and of course because of my wild night, I wasn't in the mood to shop today either!! I just got home a short while ago, and still haven't slept :-(  I'm going over to my old house in Columbia tonight to talk with she that will remain nameless...  I wanna have her move out and I wanna set up the dungeon again so I can play properly when the mood strikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH my other young little sexy slut &amp;amp; foot fetishist wants me to come out and meet him for a drink at cancun cantina later tonight, and as he's the one who suggested I get in touch with Lexi, I'm thinking that I may just have to go reward him with some pussy worship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-1804554371833222843?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/1804554371833222843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=1804554371833222843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1804554371833222843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1804554371833222843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/fucking-tired.html' title='Fucking Tired....'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-6390842859133783247</id><published>2008-07-22T12:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T12:50:48.252-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foot worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femdoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more femdom sex'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OMG, I'm wiped out. I left at 6am this morning, and I've been walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; until noon... forgot to put on my strap &amp;amp; hr monitor, so I've no idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; how far I actually went, but my fucking feet hurt something bad!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so beat, that even shopping at the mall is unappealing to me right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; now.. and that NEVER happens.. especially when a slave is waving his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; credit card around like a man possessed (or one that's at least only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; thinking with his dick).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how bad I want my toes &amp;amp; the soles of my feet sucked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; on right now!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I have got to get motivated here, maybe a quick masturbation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; session and a cold shower will make everything all ok in my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; again, and then I can drive over to Montgomery Mall. After all I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Victoria Secrets and I so need some new matching bras &amp;amp; panties... I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; see Nine West and Steve Madden, and I'm such a shoe whore..... I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Lush.. and I so need some new body butter, and face cream.... I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Nordstroms Cafe and they have the best friggin soups and salads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; EVER... ok the motivation is coming back, and I'll only be like 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; hours late.. he has nothing that interesting to do anyway than wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; around for me, right?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can then come home, have a nice soak in the tub, and then get all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; prettied up for the &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/YourMama"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;munch in Laurel tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(actually all I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt; really think about is using &amp;amp; abusing my little slut, and taking him roughly with my strap on.. that's after he's worshiped every inch of my long ass legs)...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; GOD my feet are so sweaty and gross right now... I don't even want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; take my sneakers off... yuck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes... are you really thinking about licking my sweaty, dirty feet right now?  Or are you thinking about how hot it is outside, and how sweaty and wet my ass must be in these little shorts??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIYO25GJXrI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CCq14IMEF1c/s1600-h/butt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIYO25GJXrI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CCq14IMEF1c/s320/butt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225880753812364978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIYO233bvrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ggUYClSENH4/s1600-h/shoesoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIYO233bvrI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ggUYClSENH4/s320/shoesoff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225880753482219186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIYO3mVOrrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ebMQxvtnqUk/s1600-h/sweaty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIYO3mVOrrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ebMQxvtnqUk/s320/sweaty1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225880765955223218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIYO3DusNEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yRVqk2FGBQg/s1600-h/sweaty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIYO3DusNEI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yRVqk2FGBQg/s320/sweaty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225880756666774594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know you want to eat and suck on them, don't you??  Or what about my ass straddling your face right now??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-6390842859133783247?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6390842859133783247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=6390842859133783247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/6390842859133783247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/6390842859133783247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg-im-wiped-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIYO25GJXrI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CCq14IMEF1c/s72-c/butt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-3230209421658375521</id><published>2008-07-21T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:18:23.302-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Boob Job?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So whilst I'm laying by my pool today, I'm thinking about things to spend my tax money on, and I was thinking of a boob job..  I like my boobs, but they could definitely be bigger and firmer, and I'd love to NOT have to wear a bra!  What do you think?   Are those breasts you'd like to worship?  Or how about slide your cock between?  Hmmmm... now I'm getting myself all worked up again, and I've already masturbated like 5 times today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIT2YGjBBWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JiFPfh0RjjA/s1600-h/busty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIT2YGjBBWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JiFPfh0RjjA/s320/busty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225572361591391586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIT73PximUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jcn4UCHl1y8/s1600-h/busty3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIT73PximUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jcn4UCHl1y8/s320/busty3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225578394202315074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIT8PmFrgKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2vlKCUQUUC8/s1600-h/busty4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIT8PmFrgKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/2vlKCUQUUC8/s320/busty4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225578812509225122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIT6iwfBMgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qMGjLqRW5Mo/s1600-h/busty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIT6iwfBMgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qMGjLqRW5Mo/s320/busty2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225576942694117890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I Was also thinking I need to get back into seriously smothering and wrestling men with my thighs.. they're starting to get a bit pudgy in there, don't ya think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you would BEG to be squeezed by my thighs?  Or at least motivate me to go use the aductor and abductor machines at the gym??  Or amuse me while we hike together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need a work out partner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIT5OI6yJrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CNMbJdLh4aY/s1600-h/thighs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIT5OI6yJrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CNMbJdLh4aY/s320/thighs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225575488964142770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIT4lPRxjBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_WciVdrBm7s/s1600-h/wetlegs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIT4lPRxjBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_WciVdrBm7s/s320/wetlegs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225574786296548370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIT7XaNyKvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YhGZwKUStsI/s1600-h/thighs2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIT7XaNyKvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/YhGZwKUStsI/s320/thighs2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225577847249316594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lastly what do you think about my pussy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Isn't my pussy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I mean ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;doggy cute?  She's getting old... she just turned 12!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIT3x2rPEzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fgTVGJ9ptHY/s1600-h/doggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIT3x2rPEzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fgTVGJ9ptHY/s320/doggy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225573903519126322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIT4Bu8saVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KQBsGg9g4Es/s1600-h/doggy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIT4Bu8saVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/KQBsGg9g4Es/s320/doggy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225574176322775378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-3230209421658375521?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3230209421658375521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=3230209421658375521' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3230209421658375521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3230209421658375521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/boob-job.html' title='Boob Job?'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIT2YGjBBWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JiFPfh0RjjA/s72-c/busty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-334302453914441077</id><published>2008-07-21T14:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:29:30.600-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Bimbo's and Jail..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khloe Khardashian began a 30 day sentence in jail today after her November 2007 arrest for DUI.  In a related story, Khloe Kardashian was released after beginning a 30 day sentence in jail for a November 2007 DUI.&lt;/span&gt;  TMZ says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;For those of you who had 173 minutes time served in the office pool -- drinks are on you!  According to the L.A. County Sheriff's Department website, Khloe Khardashian is now on the loose again, free as a bird to party it up at Hyde and dine at Wendy's.&lt;br /&gt;How's that compare to her fellow celeb inmates? Nicole did 82 minutes, Lindsay did 84. Khloe did roughly 100 more minutes. That's a hardened criminal!  Sheriff's spokesperson tells us she was released because female inmates are eligible for early release due to overcrowding. We're told there's only one female jail and it's "busting at the seams."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate to nit pick, but every few months some new celebrity is released after a DUI because we're told the prisons are over-crowded.  At what point do they go ahead and build that second prison?  Go on.  Do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-334302453914441077?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/334302453914441077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=334302453914441077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/334302453914441077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/334302453914441077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/bimbos-and-jail.html' title='Bimbo&apos;s and Jail..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-8353116305855068267</id><published>2008-07-21T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T11:27:34.234-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more femdom sex'/><title type='text'>Sugar Daddy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sugar Daddy n md - just wanted to say thanks, I actually love the undies you bought me, and that says a lot coming from someone who never really wears them!   I do think it's kinda hot to take them off in public and make you put them on instead...  ;-)  The &lt;a href="http://www.davidyurman.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Yurman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; necklace was adorable, and you picked out exactly the piece I would have picked!  I just found the  Figaro Pave &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.davidyurman.com/shoponline/product.aspx?folderId=/women/bracelets&amp;amp;filterType=ByMetal&amp;amp;filterValue=Sterling%20Silver&amp;amp;itemId=Y017D"&gt;Heart Bracelet&lt;/a&gt; to match.  I'll see you at Montgomery Mall, Tuesday at noonish!   Faith LOVES the undies, and wants some in her size - you know like a size 2 or something ridiculous.  She's going to come meet us for lunch &amp;amp; maybe if you're lucky, we'll shop till we drop and then eat ;-)  Something other than sushi btw, otherwise I won't poop for days &amp;amp; although neither of us wants to watch that, we'd love to do it facing away from each other... (like butt to butt) could you handle it?  Clean up too... while we go get in the jacuzzi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-8353116305855068267?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8353116305855068267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=8353116305855068267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8353116305855068267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8353116305855068267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/sugar-daddy.html' title='Sugar Daddy..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-3714567711826024227</id><published>2008-07-21T10:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:21:47.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussy worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more femdom sex'/><title type='text'>Mmmmmm I am so NOT that girl.</title><content type='html'>I'm doing a lot of things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I NEVER &lt;/span&gt;usually do (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; has come over me)? Like yesterday... I got an email from a sub who mentioned that he's followed me for approx 10+ years, and would love the opportunity to serve me.  It was short, sweet and to the point, and he included his photo and his tel # for me to call him.  (He followed the directions).  I called him up and we chatted for a few minutes, and by early afternoon I had made plans to go out and see him that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he arrives he's very cute looking, and suitably nervous.  He tells me that he spent the day jerking off over my blog &amp;amp; pics, and shaving his cock and balls completely bare (just the way I love 'em).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the entire bar to ourselves so I sit back and see if I can make him squirm.   Turns out I'd never responded to any of his emails over the years, until today.  It was probably that 10+ years ago, he kept mentioning he was in grad school and back then, I would have thought he was too young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really shy about public play, (which will make me want it more) and I'm sure he almost choked when I told him that I wasn't wearing any panties, and that now there were a few other people in the bar, that I'd kinda get into making him watch me cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. he kept begging me to either come with him to a hotel close by my house, or come back to his place in the city, so he could serve me and as it turns out, I had an early AM Dr's appt down by the zoo, so I decided that not only would I come home with him, but that I'd spend the night with him!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM SO NOT THIS GIRL!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF???&lt;/span&gt;  I couldn't really get it straight in my head if I was doing it for convenience or if I was really into him &amp;amp; the whole idea of him serving me all night long....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, he had some champagne &amp;amp; made me a mimosa, and we talked some more while he gave me a foot, leg and ass massage (my ass still fucking hurts from last Thursday night).  Pretty soon we took it into the bedroom, and oh my god, the guy had actually made his bed!  I think the only times I climb into my bed when it's made, are when the maid has changed the sheets etc.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wish I'd been finished with my period.  I feel like I've had it forever.  At least since last Thursday :-(  I would much rather have been riding his face, rather than having him just between my legs.  I was soooo cumming when he was sucking on my tits, it feels like heaven to me, and helps make the muscles around my cunt contract for a much stronger orgasm.  Watching him jerk off for me was a total turn on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO, the pros:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This boy can come several times and I love that.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love that his place was clean &amp;amp; actually pretty neat &amp;amp; tidy, considering he didn't know I was going to come over.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love that he's competitive.  He wanted to know immediately how he can rise up the ranks, and become a favourite plaything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love that he can follow directions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love that he knew I'd like him to be shaved, and that he took the initiative to do it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves girls my size.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's not married (and therefore his time is much less scheduled).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He gave me my own new toothbrush (awwwwww).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He had a pillow filled with water that was soooo comfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, the cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He didn't have a hairdryer!  (D'oh, neither actually do I currently, as Faith fried it last Thursday).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He drives super slow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's not very verbal (I love to talk dirty, and love hearing guys talk dirty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With me, he was a little all over the place, like a kid in a candy store! It could just be that he was so excited he was trying to cram it all in, and to be fair on him, the first time I'm with a sub, I am not my usual demanding self, because I'm trying to scope out their natural submissiveness (if they have any) and see what areas need improving upon!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He swears he's not into strap ons &amp;amp; that he's completely heterosexual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hmmmm... there have to be more cons that just 5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 1am, Faith called me to tell me she was leaving NYC and would see me at home in about 4 hours, so I decided that it was probably better for me to not spend the night with him.  Besides which, I haven't any interest in those "tense" or "awkward" moments in the morning, which I had managed to so completely avoid when I was single, but which my single girlfriends talk about constantly... so no thanks, not when I don't know someone at all.  I was also more than a tad horny, and wanted to fuck my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 10am, and I've already driven down to DC, had the Dr's appt, and driven back home.  I promised Faith that I'd come with her to see HER client today at 2pm, but I'm not sure that I'm at all in the mood.  This would be a first for me.  Her clients and mine are SO different.  She massages them, I'm the one getting massaged...  She's nice.. I'm not.   She's getting paid, I'm not.   Shit, it's all too weird for me to wrap my head around.    I did talk to her guy on the phone this morning, and he did seem utterly normal and very nice, and I do love getting off with Faith.  However,  in my mind, doing it in front of subs before, is good, but this guy isn't submissive, and god help him if he wants to "direct", cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm so not that girl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow night, I'm going to the "Your Mama" munch at Don Pablos in Laurel with Mike, and after that I'm going back to his place with a pair of thigh high stockings, boots, and a strap on...  I'm very much looking forward to it ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-3714567711826024227?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3714567711826024227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=3714567711826024227' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3714567711826024227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3714567711826024227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/mmmmmm-i-am-so-not-that-girl.html' title='Mmmmmm I am so NOT that girl.'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-8491535081890734599</id><published>2008-07-20T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T11:00:11.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more femdom sex'/><title type='text'>I WANNA BE SERVED ALL DAY TODAY..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am such an all or nothing kinda girl.  I couldn't just go friggin golfing for 1-2 hours yesterday, instead I had to do it for like 7hrs.  I woke up and I am fucking sore all over, and all I want to do today is hang out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; getting massaged all over, with lots of pussy, ass and foot worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; thrown in for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a slave to touch my whole body with his tongue, and make me cum over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Maybe later this evening, when I no longer hurt, and I've worn you almost completely out, I can invite a few of my GF's to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; come over and join us too... We'd then have you put on a show for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and keep us entertained for the rest of the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Who is up for the challenge? Who can host? I have got my family here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; for another couple of weeks, so I need to come to you, or we have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; go to a hotel...or a boat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'll bring along my strap on &amp;amp; a few other toys too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; If you can do it, and are truly into serving ME, and making ME happy, then please email me directly, and include your telephone number (and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; a photo) so I can call you up to organize it.  Off to swim a few laps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Mistress Nichole.&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-8491535081890734599?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8491535081890734599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=8491535081890734599' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8491535081890734599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8491535081890734599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wanna-be-served-all-day-today.html' title='I WANNA BE SERVED ALL DAY TODAY..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-5344959327115367679</id><published>2008-07-20T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T09:59:31.090-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female domination'/><title type='text'>Anyone dream about sucking cock?  Or have you sucked your own cock?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I used to totally get off setting up "dates" for men - just for the purpose of one being forced into sucking the other guys cock, while I watched.  I have been totally horny thinking about it all morning..  are there any little bi cock suckers reading my blog, or on &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SexyBBWMistress"&gt;my yahoo group?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SexyBBWMistress"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have any of you tried to suck your own cock?  I had a greek slave years ago that had a HUGE cock, and when he laid on his back and put his legs up in the air, he was able to lick and suck his own cock while intermittently jerking off... I would make him blow a load in his own mouth, or give himself a facial ;-) it was a big turn on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-5344959327115367679?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/5344959327115367679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=5344959327115367679' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5344959327115367679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5344959327115367679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/anyone-dream-about-sucking-cock-or-have.html' title='Anyone dream about sucking cock?  Or have you sucked your own cock?'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-2601767464655028781</id><published>2008-07-19T13:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:05:18.868-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Whoops.. totally forgot to mention..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shit, totally forgot the whole point of that last post!!!  So I told you that the other day I did my first CL post, well I was bored once again yesterday and decided to place not one, but two ads.. I couldn't decide what I wanted more...  to go out in public and force a guy to jerk off in a public place with the option of being discovered, or just meet up for some random femdom fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again a ton of responses, but I rule most out by the time I get to the end of the first sentence... so no go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love to watch you jerk off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a sexy domme, very into guys who love to stroke their cocks while I watch and masturbate myself. Would love to do it in public places where the risk of getting caught is a distinct possibility, or behind closed doors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm also into face sitting, foot worship, light bondage and more.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Bored Domina looking for amusement...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm bored, and looking to be amused. I'm a sexy, confident domina who knows exactly what she wants, and isn't afraid to demand it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Read my blog &amp;amp; find out if our interests match up.  I'll be lazing around my pool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-2601767464655028781?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/2601767464655028781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=2601767464655028781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/2601767464655028781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/2601767464655028781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/whoops-totally-fotgot-to-mention.html' title='Whoops.. totally forgot to mention..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-3596726225298560898</id><published>2008-07-19T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T13:51:20.526-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Congressional..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIIpMXjjR4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/6mBJu5MNFqA/s1600-h/18thhole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIIpMXjjR4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/6mBJu5MNFqA/s320/18thhole.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224783810161493890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Last night I decided to go hang out at Congressional Country Club in Bethesda &amp;amp; have dinner &amp;amp; drinks in the pub.  I took 5 of my girlfriends along who were dying to see how the other half lives ;-)  It really is pretentious, and I'm so not, but every once in a while I do love getting dressed up &amp;amp; embracing it.  If the other members of Congressional had looked over at our table of 6 women, they would never have known that all 6 of us have these very kinky, exciting sex lives.  After an amazing meal (I actually was craving their Petite fillet Mignon, and couldn't wait for their famous lemon meringue pie), and several martini's, margaritas, and lots of fun conversation, Faith and I actually made it back home before midnight!  Wonders will never cease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today I'm headed back over for a round of golf with my husband, and some fun in the pool with my nanny and kids.  Tonight, I'm thinking of going by myself to check out this club in Columbia that I've heard is full of men who want to worship women like me... Mmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else a member of Congressional?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-3596726225298560898?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3596726225298560898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=3596726225298560898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3596726225298560898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3596726225298560898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/congressional.html' title='Congressional..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SIIpMXjjR4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/6mBJu5MNFqA/s72-c/18thhole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-1266744904258147004</id><published>2008-07-17T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:09:23.198-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SH-_GPPEWjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hk3jn3GIozE/s1600-h/nicpoolside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SH-_GPPEWjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hk3jn3GIozE/s320/nicpoolside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224104206662916658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SH-_GPZm3OI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hM9F2BA4_mE/s1600-h/nicpoolside1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SH-_GPZm3OI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hM9F2BA4_mE/s320/nicpoolside1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224104206707121378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Can you tell I'm really friggin bored... I had to oil myself up ;-) I'm home all alone.... and horny.  I did something I've never done before, I placed a personal ad on craigslist... and just happened to log onto my email, and I've got 78 emails, the problem being that 76 of them can't spell, or string a proper sentence together, oh and one of the two that I'm interested in, was from a woman ;-)  Of course.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-1266744904258147004?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/1266744904258147004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=1266744904258147004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1266744904258147004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1266744904258147004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-you-tell-im-really-friggin-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SH-_GPPEWjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/hk3jn3GIozE/s72-c/nicpoolside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-5574196286363341121</id><published>2008-07-16T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:48:12.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femdoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><title type='text'>Afternoon Fun in the sun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SH6S-5q2WxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dOxr84rSz2g/s1600-h/nicfaith3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SH6S-5q2WxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dOxr84rSz2g/s320/nicfaith3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223774227126442770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SH6Thr9NcBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZZYeYs2NfVs/s1600-h/nicfaith4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SH6Thr9NcBI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZZYeYs2NfVs/s320/nicfaith4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223774824740778002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After a LONG, HARD day of strap on sex, and tons of masturbating with a certain pay-per-subbie, it was time for us to kick off our clothes &amp;amp; hop into the pool.  There is nothing better than being able to walk out your back door, and dive right into some nice cool water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a slave stop by to lotion us up with suntan oil, and make us a frozen margarita or two in the blender, and of course snap some photos of us frolicking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're off to hang out with some of our other girlfriends and tell them all about our day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SH6ThR7swRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RklQD0RYumQ/s1600-h/faithphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SH6ThR7swRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/RklQD0RYumQ/s320/faithphone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223774817755119890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you think you could handle the two of us?  We both got pretty irate on our phones this evening with stupid men.   James couldn't help but take a quick shot of Faith as she told some old guy off.  I'm tired of men who don't listen, or who think that this is all about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're planning on going out tomorrow night to Frederick, (Pastimes Cafe) and we actually now have a double session booked at 1pm at the Hampton Inn with one of my favourite boi toys - he's a hot little cocksucker, who is really into lesbianism... hmmmm... wonder what we'll get up to with him!  Wonder if he'd like to taste some breast milk from us both??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-5574196286363341121?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/5574196286363341121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=5574196286363341121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5574196286363341121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5574196286363341121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/afternoon-fun-in-sun.html' title='Afternoon Fun in the sun...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SH6S-5q2WxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/dOxr84rSz2g/s72-c/nicfaith3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-3188700542290081465</id><published>2008-07-16T15:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:50:29.102-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strap on sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femdoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussy worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more femdom sex'/><title type='text'>Have a little Faith...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SH5QK-4DqFI/AAAAAAAAADw/wHYWhnlPnrk/s1600-h/faithb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SH5QK-4DqFI/AAAAAAAAADw/wHYWhnlPnrk/s320/faithb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223700767403386962" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SH5QK4hCwCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2dq9AAzMqpM/s1600-h/faitha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SH5QK4hCwCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2dq9AAzMqpM/s320/faitha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223700765696245794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm helping to set Faith up with &lt;a href="http://fantasticfaith.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her own blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's decided that she's going to stay down here with me for the rest of the summer, and that she'll divide her time between her clients in NJ/NYC and establish some new ones down in MD/DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith runs her own escort agency, and although *I* personally don't get into that normal vanilla shit, I can see how guys would love her.  The Faith that I know and love is quite kinky though, she really gets off on golden showers, and explained that a majority of guys booking time with escorts, are getting more and more into it nowadays, rather than booking time with a dominatrix...?  Hmmmm.. maybe the whole dungeon scene is too much for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's into role playing, and loves doing the make overs with cross-dressers &amp;amp; trannies, which to be honest, is really not my bag, unless it's a really straight looking guy, and I'm seriously about to twist his world upside down by fucking him with my strap on, and maybe feminizing him just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and I just got back from seeing one of my subs, and we had the best time.  We teased the fuck out of him after we strapped him down to his four poster bed.  We made him watch us play with each other, and watch us masturbate, and all the time he was going nutty just trying to get a hand free so he could reach out and touch one of us.  We double tagged him with a strap on, and while I was fucking him up the ass with it, she was fucking his face with hers.  TOTALLY FUCKING HOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we both came from doing that, we made him lay down on the bathroom floor, and we both squatted over him, and masturbated ourselves again until we squirted all over him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only see this sub when I'm on the rag, and he does such a good job of cleaning me up, and of course, when I'm on my period, I'm totally horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're off to play in the pool - we'll have to call up another subbie to come over and make us margaritas, and rub us down with suntan lotion... anyone up for the job??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-3188700542290081465?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3188700542290081465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=3188700542290081465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3188700542290081465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3188700542290081465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/have-little-faith.html' title='Have a little Faith...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SH5QK-4DqFI/AAAAAAAAADw/wHYWhnlPnrk/s72-c/faithb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-5012973313719145222</id><published>2008-07-16T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T01:00:30.764-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><title type='text'>TNG etc., and communication skills..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So the little slut from two Thursday's ago asked if I'd go with him to The Black Rose meeting tonight.  As it had been like 14 years since I was last there, I said sure... (groan).  It was a talk on "communication" and I figured he had a girlfriend who he wasn't quite sure how to broach the subject with, and I figured I'd be nice and go with him... well that and the fact that I am jonesing to fuck him up the ass &amp;amp; do all sorts of nasty things to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drove us into DC and we hit TNG at Lounge 201 first.  When we walked in I spied groups of fun, interesting people, but Mike walked us over to the back, and there were a group of men all sat at a table in the corner.  Don't know why I expected anything other than that... however, the owner of the group was extremely nice, welcoming, and explained how they differ from the Black Rose... that started me remembering why exactly I'd quit going to their stuff in the first place.  It seems that some things don't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're having an annual pool party at a private residence, with dungeon play added on, which I'm totally interested in attending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only had time for 1 drink, and then it was off to the hotel were the Black Rose holds its meetings.  OMG, what can I say, except that is SO NOT my scene.  It all came flooding back... Dungeon Monitors - they're like the ANTI FUN police force, there's so many rules involved with all these "safe, sane, and consensual" players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk about communication had me nodding off, and playing games in my head about turning Mike into my regular little slut slave.  We whispered back and forth, and somehow our talk was much more interesting than the speakers communication advice.  We talked about me in thigh high stockings, a pair of thigh high boots, and Mike worshiping me from the tips of my toes, all the way up.  He is also touching me the whole time which I love, so perhaps 30 minutes in, we both decide that it's not worth it to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mike, I just wanted to let you know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I've got more bites on my ass than should be humanely possible.&lt;br /&gt;2.  You owe me big time - I don't think I've been bored to tears in a very long time.  I think it warrants at least between now and next Tuesday night, you practicing your cock sucking in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;3.  WE are so going to go buy you the sluttiest pair of undies we can find (and which will go over those huge thighs of yours).&lt;br /&gt;4.  I plan on fucking you repeatedly with my big black strap on next Tuesday night, so therefore, you should load up on vitamins between now and then... I want you to keep your strength up...&lt;br /&gt;5.  I got home not a minute to soon, no panties, and my period just started.  Fucking GREAT!  I'm going to be a total bitch for the next 2-3 days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked how it would start....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the munch, we'll walk to your place, where I'll have some stuff waiting.  You'll immediately do as your told, and strip off and fall to your knees.  I'm going to have you slip off whatever shoes I'm wearing, and put my stockings on for me.  You'll follow the stockings with the thigh high boots, spending time to properly worship them as you put me into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stand up it will be your time to work that ass of yours into the slutty little panties that we bought for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Damn I'm sleepy, can barely keep my eyes open, and all I really want to do is go to bed and masturbate thinking about how much fun we're going to have together &amp;amp; that now entails a shower due to the fucking period).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your turn.... what comes next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-5012973313719145222?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/5012973313719145222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=5012973313719145222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5012973313719145222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5012973313719145222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/tng-etc-and-communication-skills.html' title='TNG etc., and communication skills..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-4196317547956098079</id><published>2008-07-15T14:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:56:14.909-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female domination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foot worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><title type='text'>Should I be creeped out????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok the weird part of me is strangely turned on by this, but whenever my friends read this kinda shit, they freak the hell out, and tell me that I'm going to be the next girl found chopped up into pieces and strewn into the potomac!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl id="comments-block"&gt;&lt;dt style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" id="c8168109790459224798"&gt; &lt;img src="https://www.blogger.com/img/anon16-rounded.gif" class="comment-icon" alt="Anonymous" /&gt;  &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;  said...&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's cute, but not as cute as you! I like the fact that you've got some meat on your bones, and you have gorgeous legs. I watched you dancing last week with your friends and all I kept thinking about was submitting myself to you. Loved it when you took off those high heels and danced barefoot. I imagined following you to the bathroom and cleaning the soles of your feet for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dt&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ok so this is not the first time somethings gotten posted, and someone has mentioned previously on another post what I've been wearing at some place I've been to (red high heels at DIVA Wed).  I wanna know why you'd just sit and watch me all night?  Why wouldn't you come over and try your luck?  Or at least do it the old fashioned way by sending the waitress over with a drink telling me it's from the handsome stranger at the bar...!! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As for your actual message, thanks for the compliments!  Considering that I walked around barefoot for a little bit, I'd actually have really been turned on by you offering to clean them with your tongue!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-4196317547956098079?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/4196317547956098079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=4196317547956098079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/4196317547956098079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/4196317547956098079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/should-i-be-creeped-out.html' title='Should I be creeped out????'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-7635335273988919800</id><published>2008-07-14T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:02:32.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SHydZIPdqgI/AAAAAAAAADU/_6uuXmaqqqs/s1600-h/nicfeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SHydZIPdqgI/AAAAAAAAADU/_6uuXmaqqqs/s320/nicfeet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223222722877565442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now the only thing better than splashing around in my pool, would have been to have a subbie worshiping my feet, while I float around with Faith.  (Faith is my gf from NJ, she's staying with me &amp;amp; hubby for a while, although we'll be taking a trip up to NYC on Wednesday together).  These are totally last minute fooling around shots, and I'll post some more pics to the yahoo group later - or tomorrow... but if you look below, here's a few of her by the pool this evening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and to follow the conversation you should join &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SexyBBWMistress/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my yahoo group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SHwEfcdN2VI/AAAAAAAAADE/d6lTmqkUFRQ/s1600-h/faith2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SHwEfcdN2VI/AAAAAAAAADE/d6lTmqkUFRQ/s320/faith2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223054606104123730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SHwEfaFdxuI/AAAAAAAAADM/U21iVUOM3Pk/s1600-h/faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SHwEfaFdxuI/AAAAAAAAADM/U21iVUOM3Pk/s320/faith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223054605467633378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Faith &amp;amp; I (and peachy) will probably be up in Frederick on Thursday night at Pastimes Cafe.  Tomorrow night (Tuesday) I'm going to meetup with Mike (the sub from 2 Thursday nights ago) and go to the Black Rose meeting with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run, I'm off out for dinner with the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-7635335273988919800?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/7635335273988919800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=7635335273988919800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/7635335273988919800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/7635335273988919800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/faith.html' title='Faith...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SHydZIPdqgI/AAAAAAAAADU/_6uuXmaqqqs/s72-c/nicfeet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-5851495634352206672</id><published>2008-07-14T13:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:43:45.548-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female domination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more femdom sex'/><title type='text'>Boating..and Sunday Night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SHuOTloytsI/AAAAAAAAACk/qd4CRWFbGqI/s1600-h/nicboat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SHuOTloytsI/AAAAAAAAACk/qd4CRWFbGqI/s320/nicboat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222924660038088386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(ME)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I took off on Sunday morning with Peachy to go meet up with John - a guy that I've chatted with from &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SexyBBWMistress/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my yahoo group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  He had offered to take me boating so I could have a relaxing day and get to know him better....   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had a really great time&lt;/span&gt;.  He's got a really cool personality, makes me laugh, and is into a ton of the same things I am....  (Uugghh - My tits are way too white in that photo)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was so happy to lay around on the boat, splash about in the water, drink some Sangria (which by the way John, I'm going to teach you how to make properly for next time), and get my pussy worshiped!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote up the following for my blog post today and because I'm beat, and can't be bothered I'm going to just copy/paste it in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; Ms.Nichole - It was fantastic and an honor for this chastity slave to finally meet you yesterday - You are even more beautifull in person and really ~SEXY~ - Your subby Peachy is also Hot - After we had dropped anchor in that secluded cove on the Magathy River i was unsure of what would happen - As i watched Peachy looking lovelingly at your shaved pussy i was hoping that i would be allowed to service you and when you looked at me and pointed to your pussy and said get to work, my heart pounded with excitement - After you had your first orgasm i was even more excited when you told Peachy to pee on me - Her Hot nectar pouring down on my encased cock was delitefull and she tasted wonderfull - Servicing her also was a treat that i did not expect but the highlight was when you had me service you for a second time and that massive orgasm you had again - You moaning as my tongue worked so tenderly on your clit and sucking on your pussy lips made me hard inside my CB-3000 - i look forward to the next boat trip with you and Peachy and meeting and serving more of your girlfriends - You asked me if i could take on 4 or 5 ladies on the next trip and i said i am and will be up to the task - Your Chastity slave - john"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SHuOT0lv2QI/AAAAAAAAACs/qtBzAtsGy2M/s1600-h/nicboat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SHuOT0lv2QI/AAAAAAAAACs/qtBzAtsGy2M/s320/nicboat2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222924664051849474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(ME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SHuOT0BLObI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DMSyZI8G848/s1600-h/nicboat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SHuOT0BLObI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DMSyZI8G848/s320/nicboat3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222924663898454450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(ME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SO, of course John was completely taken by &lt;a href="http://ph.groups.yahoo.com/group/SexyBBWMistress/photos/browse/bec7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peachy and those fucking massive titties of hers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  When she was in the water, I got her to take her top off, and those bloody things are life saving vests all on their own.  The picture below really doesn't do them justice, because I'm looking down on them, but when you see them up close and personal, they really could smother a person very easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She helped John with the boat, and the ropes etc., because god knows I'm not going to, and they spent some time chatting in the water while I sunbathed.  She spent most of her time under the boat, out of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems most of you are quite inquisitive about her, and her role... well she's my sub, and she does what I say... however, depending on what games I want to play with you lot, she may or may not be told do something other than be submissive to me.  I may want her to dominate you, or I may want her to join you in serving me.  Depends on my mood.. get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SHuOUWWycaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PgT33dwsroI/s1600-h/peachyboat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SHuOUWWycaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/PgT33dwsroI/s320/peachyboat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222924673115910562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(PEACHY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the boat trip our plan was to go meet Andrew - some little Indian guy from the yahoo group, for dinner in Columbia.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His first mistake&lt;/span&gt; was calling me back on a number I HAD NOT GIVEN HIM.  I'd called him from the boat to find out if he was available to meet for an interview, and he had the NERVE and the AUDACITY to call back on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give out my number, because then I have all you little dweebs thinking you can call me whenever you fucking like.  It's not dial-a-domme &amp;amp; I'll call you WHEN and if I WANT to talk to you, or get you to come serve me.  I give my number out to a chosen few, and I have to know you, or want you pretty badly to give you my phone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His second mistake&lt;/span&gt; was not arriving on time, and had I not been really bored, we'd have booked out of there, and that would have been that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His third mistake&lt;/span&gt; was while we were eating dinner, having his friend call up and ask to come join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His fourth mistake&lt;/span&gt; was allowing his friend to call back again and beg me to teach him about me being a "dom" and then asking if we'd meet him in a hotel... Dudes, I know I'm kinda horny a lot, but  I'm the one doing the choosing, and not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our deal was that after dinner, I had plans with my other girlfriends to go with Peachy &amp;amp; Faith and meet them at Merriweather for the John Mayer concert, however it started flash flooding and that sorta made us ditch that idea completely, so I told Andrew that we could go to a hotel and he could give us both a massage..... but there's this other guy that I've been wanting to meet.  He answered an ad I'd placed on SA &amp;amp; although I initially rejected him, after we talked I loved his voice on the phone, and he was funny.  (Dudes, I like funny.... you make me laugh, and literally I'll find some time for you).  SO, on the way to the hotel, in the pouring down rain, I called him up and it just so happened that he was in Clarkesville, about 5 miles from my house, and about 9 miles from the hotel.  I gave him directions, and told him to come over, and just talking to him again on the phone, got me totally wet.  He has a southern accent I think, and he knows how to talk dirty in a hot, good way, as opposed to in a bad, gross, way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, now I had a dilemma - allow Andrew a chance to redeem himself, or blow him off completely.  Well I'm not totally heartless, so I spent some MORE time with him, but there were more no-nos... he lies, which is not a good thing to do with me.  If you must lie, then be a good liar.  It's a turn off completely when you SUCK at it.  I told Andrew to go sit naked in the corner, and wait for me.  As it's all about me, and me getting off and having a good time, then I saw absolutely no reason why I shouldn't bring Marc along.  I went downstairs to the lobby where he was sitting on the couch waiting for me, and as soon as I sat down next to him, he knew exactly what I wanted... his finger in my pussy.  We were in a completely public place, and I was cumming all over his hand, while sitting on the hotel couch.  We spotted the hotel pool, and decided to go check it out, I wanted him to eat me out while under the water...  However, when we went in there was a couple in the hot tub, and a woman swimming laps in the pool.  We found a table and sat down, for the sole purpose of having him make me cum yet again.  I'm a squirter.. but it's got to be with the right person, and it's got to be when I'm completely relaxed.  When I squirt, I can squirt my cum right across a room, literally.  Well I put my feet up on the chair next to him, and he reached over, and fingered my pussy and a few times we had to stop suddenly because the people would look over or someone else came in, but within a few more minutes of talking, and him playing with my pussy, and I came all over both seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, out of the complete blue, a guy I've never met, or played with before, has made me cum big time - he's coming upstairs with me.  I made Andrew serve me by getting me towels, conditioner, lotions etc., throughout the night, and then made him sit and listen while I played some more with Marc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finishing this up, and this part is kinda private and just for Marc, so the rest of you can think about whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I'm still cracking up... I don't even know what to say, except &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't believe that shit happened&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:-) &lt;/span&gt; It's totally NOT the norm for me, nor was having your cock up inside my pussy the norm.  Hubby and I had an agreement, I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;into actually "doing" guys, and aside from my husband you're the only one I've been with.  SO.... he's currently adjusting to the news that I may have a new hobby &amp;amp; he and I have had 4 rounds of awesome fucking sex, with me detailing everything to him.  Of course then reality sets in and he pouts for a bit, and he's feeling a little deflated.  He was awfully worried that your cock might be bigger than his... it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU,&lt;/span&gt; I may give my number to... next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-5851495634352206672?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/5851495634352206672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=5851495634352206672' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5851495634352206672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5851495634352206672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/boatingand-sunday-night.html' title='Boating..and Sunday Night...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SHuOTloytsI/AAAAAAAAACk/qd4CRWFbGqI/s72-c/nicboat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-9107729304470221719</id><published>2008-07-14T11:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:32:42.752-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public humiliation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female domination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more femdom sex'/><title type='text'>More husband training...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OMG there is so much to say, and I don't know if I can keep it brief.  First of all I think I've hit my sexual peak.  I'm almost 37, and I'm fucking horny all day long now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suitably exhausted.  The last few days have just gone by in a complete whirlwind.  My old friend &lt;a href="http://ph.groups.yahoo.com/group/SexyBBWMistress/photos/browse/bec7"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peachy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; came into town and I haven't seen her in years, but it felt like it was just yesterday.  She's soooo easy to be with, and she's so willing to do anything I tell her.  The night after she arrived, I told my husband that he could have her &amp;amp; play with her because I was tired and not that into it, but he begged to see me fuck her with my strap on, so after I had her eat me out and get me nice and wet, I strapped on my big purple cock.   I made her put her huge tits over my husbands cock and let him jerk off between them, while I pounded her pussy from behind.  (So really I guess I was making his cock jerk off between her tits from the friction of me fucking her while she was on her knees).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watching that got me horny quite quickly, so I pushed her aside so that I could hop onto his dick, and ride it (in retrospect thinking about it now, I wish I'd climbed onto his face and made him lick her cum off my cock first, but horny or not, I'm not sure if he'd have done that)...  I came pretty hard and after he pumped me full of his cum, I made her clean me up before I rolled over and went to sleep.  I woke up 3 hrs later, my husbands cock was hard yet again, and he was trying to put it up my cunt.   I was still quite wet from earlier so I was able to just part my legs and it went right in.  I love lazy sleepy sex, there's nothing like being woken up and realizing that you're being violated without your consent ;-) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peachy woke up with all the banging going on right next to her (he was in the middle of us) and asked how she could help out.  I told her to put her hands all over us both, and to play with my nipples.  I came hard, and quickly, and then hubby was allowed to cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after just 3 hours sleep (and lots of fantasizing the day before about my playtime) I really wasn't in the mood to be stood up , or kept waiting by not just 1 guy, but 3 guys who'd set up interviews with me.  Unfortunately the first guy who did show up, just didn't have enough personality, looks, or fuck-a-bility to keep my interest, or fuel my fantasy.... however, that maybe because he was just super shy.. who knows?    I really wasn't in the mood to try and find out.  The place was dead, and I was bored out of my mind.  I took Faith (gf from NJ) and Peachy home with me again, and made hubby go sleep in another room, made Peachy go sleep in yet another room, and then I  got it on with Faith.  She's such a hot little thing, and with men she's dominant, and with me she tries to be, so that in of itself is kinda hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we went to sleep it was 5am, and of course I was up about an hour later with my family, and doing the "mom" thing.  Peachy slept all day, and Faith and I hit the gym &amp;amp; then used the hot tub and steam rooms before coming back to my house and playing in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night hubby, faith, peachy and I all had dinner together &amp;amp; I told them about my plans for the next day (Sat).  I have some clients from before when I was doing the pro-domme sessions at the place in Columbia I built with msjulie.com (which will be a whole other post all on it's own, cause there's a lot of stuff I have got to get off my chest), and I guess they've periodically checked my blog, or logged onto &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SexyBBWMistress/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my yahoo group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and found out I'm back in town.  My plan was that I was going to be seeing two of them on Saturday while their wives shopped obliviously at the mall (or had their hair done, or whatever the fuck it is that these women do, when they're who could be playing with their husbands).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY HUBBY&lt;/span&gt; is not thrilled that I'm doing any of this, much less actually going to do some "sessions", so I simply put it into his head that it's fucking hot, and it's even hotter because they're paying me (his wife) $375 to do it.  I also explained how I think it's so hot that these clients know they've got 90 minutes to entertain me, and that then I'm off to be with another guy, who possibly might entertain me better than they did - so then they work as hard as they possibly can to make sure I have a good time.  Anyway, the bottom line is that I'm into this stuff in a big way, and he's just going to have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when this gorgeous big 6' 3" 225lb muscular jock guy of mine whines about how it was "ok" when it was just women that I was into, but that he's not thrilled with this.  That he thought I'd left it behind and that we'd moved on with our life.  My husband is hit on constantly at the gym or on the field by strippers and various other chicks, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could literally&lt;/span&gt; cheat on me at any given time, but he knows damn well he's not allowed, and that I'd divorce him in a instant and he'd never want to risk losing me.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other women are soooo stupid with the fucking shit they put up with.&lt;/span&gt;  I've been with him since I was 22, and for 12 years I REFUSED to have children with him, REFUSED to get my US citizenship, REFUSED to get a joint checking account or do any of the other stupid "traditional" things that people do together.  Why he'd think having kids was going to "settle me down" and make these desires go away boggles my mind.  It's not a god damn switch that I can turn off.  Obviously having 2 year old twins and a newborn does mean that they come first, but when they're taken care of, then it's time to take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, on Saturday afternoon I decided that what I really wanted was to force these two clients to be together (as in combine their sessions into one extended session) so that I could then order them  into some things that neither of them had ever done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT WAS FUCKING HOT!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  I've had tons of fantasies about glory holes, and there have been several times I've orchestrated "meetings" at parks to watch some "straight" guy suck another bi-curious guy off, so knowing what I knew about these two guys, had me dreaming up some really hot stuff.  It included lots of them 69ing each other, golden showers, ass play, anal sex, mutual masturbation, milking, cbt, and me facesitting &amp;amp; giving orders to them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, by the time I finally got home from DC, I was feeling crampy, my tummy hurt, and I realised I hadn't pooped in a few days.  It just got worse, and getting ready to go out later that evening was a nightmare.  I was out for about 1/2 hour when I knew that I was going to barf and I just wanted to go home and climb into bed.  I hadn't slept in days, and figured that the reflexology &amp;amp; acupressure massage that I'd had on Wed, was trying to push the toxins out of my body.  I literally crawled into bed and cried - I was so tired, I was sooo sore, and all I wanted to do was sleep, but you know when you hurt so much, and you're having first the sweats, then the chills, and feeling like you just wanna throw up but can't, well that was me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL NIGHT LONG.&lt;/span&gt;  Hubby went out and got Milk of Magnesia, I took a bunch of laxative pills and stool softeners, and swallowing those, just made me barf.  However, by that time I was definitely having an anxiety attack, and felt like I couldn't breathe.  I heard Faith and Peachy come in at 3.30am and they came up to see if I was feeling better.  Faith gave me 1/2 a Valium &amp;amp; 1/2 a Lunesta and I drank another half bottle of milk of magnesia, and then zonked out for almost 3 hours.  When I woke up I was feeling so much better, and I shit a ton of crap out my ass.  I was also supposed to be in Annapolis by 10 to go out on a boat with a sub from the yahoo group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I gotta finish this up later... next up is the boat trip with John!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-9107729304470221719?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/9107729304470221719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=9107729304470221719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/9107729304470221719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/9107729304470221719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-husband-training.html' title='More husband training...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-3280744275394118541</id><published>2008-07-10T06:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T06:29:06.641-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotel encounter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public humiliation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female domination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facesitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femdoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><title type='text'>Me so horny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't even tell you how many times I came last night.   I hiked 8 miles in the morning, and had a lot of quiet time to think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had all sorts of dirty thoughts running through my head since yesterday.  I'm going to wear a super short black "school girl" kinda looking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mini skirt&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no panties, high heels&lt;/span&gt;, and I think it would be so hot to have a submissive guy follow us upstairs to the hotel room today/tonight, and order him to strip completely naked in front of the 3 (or possibly 4 of us), and look him over &amp;amp; tell him exactly what we intend to do to him now that we have him.  I plan on bringing a little bag of implements, and intend on making this little subbie amuse us. We'll sit ourselves in a circle, while he's on the floor at our feet, and after having him worship our toes, and feet, we'll force him to take turns eating us out, while we verbally humiliate him some more.  That little fantasy took on about 30 different scenarios in my head, and kept me wet all day and night so of course that led me to call up two different girlfriends &amp;amp; ask them to come over and play with me last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I brought home one of my girlfriends yesterday evening, with the sole purpose of fucking her with a new strap on I'd bought earlier in the afternoon, as I was just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT horny&lt;/span&gt;.   I was also waiting for my other girlfriend from NJ to arrive in town, but couldn't help having a 3-some with GF#1 and hubby before she made it in.  GF #2 left NYC last night at 1am, and walked in my front door about two hours ago.  When she arrived it was time for another round, again another 3-some because girlfriend #1 was by this time completely passed out in the bed next to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my pussy has god knows how many loads of my husbands cum inside me, and he's now fast asleep like a baby curled up between two chicks, while I write this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO tonight Miss Rachel will be late, she's got some wine event at Boordy between 4 and 8pm, but I'll have two girlfriends with me for our "interviews".  (One being my sub peechy sweet - I haven't seen her in at least two years, and the other my hot sexy friend from NJ) I'm looking forward to being served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to the gym, and this is probably riddled with spelling mistakes because I've not slept a fucking wink all night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-3280744275394118541?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3280744275394118541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=3280744275394118541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3280744275394118541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3280744275394118541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-so-horny.html' title='Me so horny!'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-8338456259996427324</id><published>2008-07-08T17:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:12:47.270-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='otk spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more femdom sex'/><title type='text'>Over the knee spanking..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All I could think about for the last few days was OTN spankings.  I got THAT particular fantasy out of the way today.. met up with a sub, it was over so quickly because we were both in desperate need of cumming after a morning full of phone sex before meeting up.  At least it satisfied me momentarily ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had him strip naked as soon as he came in the door, while I was verbally humiliating him.  As soon as he was naked, I had him lay down at my feet.  I instructed him to kiss the toe of my killer red high heeled shoes, and told him why he'd been a bad, bad, boy, and what kind of a punishment he was in for..  From that view on the floor, he could see right up my short skirt, and see that I wasn't wearing any panties.. I made him turn over onto his back, and I stood over him, my shoes pinning his head between my ankles.  Of course I had to pee.. how humiliating for him that it was splashing all over his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I sat down and made him choose the weapon of choice.  He choose a very plain wooden paddle (the kind that looks like  a ping pong paddle).  I took it from him and instructed him to get over my knee.  Literally I was so close to cumming by the time he actually was laying on my knee (with his hard cock wedged between my powerful thighs), that it took me no more than 10 swats on his ass to cum.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was good... I'm feeling a lot less full of stress after that fun little playtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-8338456259996427324?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8338456259996427324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=8338456259996427324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8338456259996427324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8338456259996427324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/over-knee-spanking.html' title='Over the knee spanking..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-3004523690473595789</id><published>2008-07-07T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:14:37.936-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restraints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female domination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='otk spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bdsm'/><title type='text'>Over the knee spankings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Those of you who are into it... tell me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is it an older guy thing in general?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Why do some many dominant men get into spanking women?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is it due to being spanked in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What's the fantasy for you that goes along with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When I was with my girlfriend, I got all dressed up, put my hair up, and my glasses on, and we role-played that I was the headmistress of an all girls school, and that she'd been caught smoking and had been sent to me for her punishment.  It was very cute, and hot.  I remember having some of the best sex of my life after we had played around.  She crawled over the floor on her hands and knees, wiggling her little ass in the air, begging for more.  Trust me, it was HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I think what I remember liking about it previously during sessions, (I did at least a couple dozen pro-sessions where the client was into being spanked) was feeling his cock get rock hard with each slap between my legs when he was draped over my knees.  That and watching his ass take on a nice red hue from either my hand, or my paddle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love "beating" men when I have extra aggression to take out, but usually I've done it where they're spread eagled (standing), and restrained wrists to suspension cable, and feet restrained to a spreader bar.  I literally could flail on someone forever, using a nice single tail whip, or cat of nine tails, or even this South African Riot stick that someone once brought us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So inquiring minds want to know, who amongst you has this as your "fetish"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-3004523690473595789?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3004523690473595789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=3004523690473595789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3004523690473595789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3004523690473595789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/over-knee-spankings.html' title='Over the knee spankings..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-3058238610486919602</id><published>2008-07-07T17:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T18:04:22.061-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dominatrix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female domination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sessions'/><title type='text'>Sessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;OK, Ok, I get it, some of you just really like being "clients".  You schedule a time to play with me, and it's a business transaction and that's it.  If it means that I get to play (and I'm doing nothing else) then I guess I'm down with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding "submissives" who just want to immerse themselves into my "lifestyle" is a lot of work, it's so time consuming talking to all these guys, and even scheduling a time to meet them for a face to face interview takes a lot of work.  In just the last week or so I've answered well over 500 emails, and god knows how many IM's... every time I log on, I get no less than 25 at a time pinging me &amp;amp; that goes on all day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS GIRL JUST WANTS TO HAVE FUN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mike&lt;/span&gt; (the submissive guy who met up with us last Thursday at our &lt;a href="http://adultent.meetup.com/177/calendar"&gt;first meet n greet&lt;/a&gt;) got a call from me on Saturday night asking him to get his ass over and come serve me, however "he had family in town, for the fireworks" and couldn't get away. (Awwwww soooo sweet, but totally not helpful to me getting my freak on), so there went an opportunity for just some lifestyle play time.  I'd actually spent the day thinking about fucking his face with my strap on... cause god knows I could barely get one finger up his tight little virgin ass on Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, and E, don't take this the wrong way, I did tell you a small fib about Sat night.  You're like my favourite pair of comfy shoes.  You're like the one meal in a restaurant you want to order because you know it's good.  I really enjoy playing with you, and even just hanging out with you at the movies or over coffee etc is awesome, but after knowing you for soooo long, there's a certain loss of excitement &amp;amp; thrill that comes with just calling up some guy you barely know, and telling him to get his ass over to wherever I am, and to attend to all the needs of the women I've invited over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, knowing that the guy is wondering if he'd ever get a call from me in the first place, and then trying to imagine what's going through his head as he prepares to get ready to meet up with me, is kinda part of the turn on.  Knowing that when he rings the doorbell, he's probably shaking a tad, or has sweaty palms is sexy to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might get some of that initial excitement back again if I started doing "sessions" once more.  (Although this girl is no actress, and if your kink isn't my kink, then you'll have to go down the max fisch list some more).  And let's face it, if it turns out I really enjoy the guy during our session, and he's got the flexibility factor as far as time goes, then maybe the 2nd or 3rd time I'd see him, it would go to a non-paid playtime, and more of a lifestyle thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-3058238610486919602?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3058238610486919602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=3058238610486919602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3058238610486919602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3058238610486919602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/sessions.html' title='Sessions'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-6433100878280277765</id><published>2008-07-06T22:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:44:41.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a douchebag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OK you gotta listen to these phone messages... this is so like a Greek guy to say this shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-0894325248852535 visible ontop" href="http://embed.break.com/NTI3NTc5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="392" width="464"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NTI3NTc5"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NTI3NTc5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="392" width="464"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.break.com/527579"&gt;http://view.break.com/527579&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;free videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-6433100878280277765?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6433100878280277765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=6433100878280277765' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/6433100878280277765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/6433100878280277765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-douchebag.html' title='What a douchebag!'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-6151774741566943966</id><published>2008-07-06T15:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:06:00.129-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public humiliation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussy worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golden showers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more femdom sex'/><title type='text'>1 Golden Shower with a side of humiliation please..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was supposed to be boating today but the weather report, was totally unfavourable.  Instead, because I was already bored out of my mind by 9am this morning, I met with one of my most favourite, most long term &amp;amp; totally gorgeous slave boys, for a morning of wicked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;debauchery&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're at breakfast pouring over the menu, all I could think about was the last few posts that I'd responded to on the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://adultent.meetup.com/177/messages/boards/thread/4984256"&gt;message boards.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just at the waitress arrived to take our orders, I was totally immersed inside my head on this fantasy of taking E's Mimosa to the bathroom and returning it filled to the brim with my sweet pee... I had to restrain myself when ordering for E, not to tell that waitress that what he really wanted that morning for breakfast wasn't on the menu, but perhaps she'd be able to rustle it up for him.... 1 golden shower, and a side of humiliation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course getting through breakfast was difficult.  I was more than horny, and really really really wanted to cum.  I kept fucking with E over breakfast, teasing him, and telling him in no uncertain terms, all that I was going to have him do to me back at his place.  Every so often I'd kick off a flip flop and put my foot between his legs wanting to feel that huge hard on, that I have to admit, draws me to him, and has on more than one occasion, clouded my normally good judgment.  That, and the fact that the guy really is drop dead gorgeous, make my sexual experiences with him definitely more heightened than they are with someone who isn't as pretty to look at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, breakfast coupled with a few delicious Mimosas was one of those erotic, lazy Sunday morning events that they always should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving we drove over to his place, actually I drove his brand new stick shift car (yummy), and the whole time we were driving, I'd realized that I'd not used the bathroom during breakfast at all and was now dying to pee (3 mimosa's and 3 waters later), and I told him in no uncertain terms that I could care less who might be in his parking garage currently, but that as soon as I took the keys out of the ignition he'd better be on his knees outside his car door waiting to drink my hot golden mimosa flavoured piss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing a really short summer dress with no panties, so literally when I got to the passenger side of the car, I just straddled his shoulders, so his mouth was directly at the opening of my cunt, and holding onto the car door, I pissed directly into his mouth.  He's so good that he swallows almost every single drop, and had anyone noticed us, they'd probably have thought I was just getting some really good oral sex.  Anyway, by the time I'm done pissing on him, I'm super horny, so we run upstairs to his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E's got this huge water bed that I love, but before getting there I hopped up onto his new marble counter top, and laid back with my legs spread.  I love making E "clean me up" and get me a little bit wetter than I already was.  While he was doing that I was teasing him by rubbing my feet all over him, he's a total foot whore, who literally melts if he thinks I'm going to fuck his face with my toes.  It's taken a lot of punishment to make him not cum when I put my two feet around his cock, or even squish his cock against his stomach, the first few years when we got together, (he was only about 22 then), he'd cum way before I was ready to have him cum.  When I introduced the riding crop (my choice of chastity device) into our relationship, when it looked like he was close to the edge, I'd give him a sharp swat over the cock with it, and that would soon put him straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that he's 10 years older, he's mastered the art of self control &amp;amp; he realizes that if I'm not happy, no one is happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came on his face twice, when he realized what time it was.. he's this buff, fitness guy who I guess takes some kind of protein shake thing every 3 hours, and now it was time for it... as he reached for all the ingredients, including the banana, I decided he could eat the banana, outside of the shake today... from inside of my pussy.  That was a totally weird sensation when I slid it 3/4 of the way inside me, he quickly rushed over - the boy obviously loves his banana's...  Just as he was about to eat it, I told him to suck it first before hand, after all it did sorta look like I had a really small cock, and it was even curved like his... ;-)  I have to say that I didn't think the banana would be *that* hot, but it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So E got his protein shake, with a banana on the side, and I went to his bedroom to find some of my toys &amp;amp; of course to lay down in that king size water bed of his!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: I'm leaving his place soon, and want some ideas for things to do tonight, and tomorrow... comments please...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-6151774741566943966?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6151774741566943966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=6151774741566943966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/6151774741566943966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/6151774741566943966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/1-golden-shower-with-side-of.html' title='1 Golden Shower with a side of humiliation please..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-2645250994799769309</id><published>2008-07-05T15:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:51:12.953-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swingers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polyamory groups'/><title type='text'>Polyamory Groups</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Parrot_polyamory_mascot.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Parrot_polyamory_mascot.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;b&gt;Polyamory&lt;/b&gt; (from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greek_language" title="Greek language"&gt;Greek&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span lang="el"&gt;πολυ&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="el-Latn"&gt;poly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, meaning many or several] and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latin_language" class="mw-redirect" title="Latin language"&gt;Latin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="la"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; [literally “love”]) is the desire, practice, or acceptance of having more than one loving, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intimate_relationship" title="Intimate relationship"&gt;intimate relationship&lt;/a&gt; at a time with the full knowledge and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Consent" title="Consent"&gt;consent&lt;/a&gt; of everyone involved. Polyamorous perspectives differ from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monogamy" title="Monogamy"&gt;monogamous&lt;/a&gt; perspectives, in that they reflect one or more partner's wish(es) to have further &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meaningful_relationship" class="mw-redirect" title="Meaningful relationship"&gt;meaningful relationships&lt;/a&gt; and to accommodate these alongside their existing relationships. &lt;p&gt;The term polyamory is sometimes abbreviated to &lt;i&gt;poly&lt;/i&gt;, especially as a form of self-description, and is sometimes described as &lt;i&gt;consensual,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;ethical,&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;responsible non-monogamy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just joined a polyamory group that I found on meetup.  After browsing through their members, I don't think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that particular group&lt;/span&gt; will be my thing though.  I'm not even sure that polyamory is my thing.  I think that I differ in that I'm totally into women &amp;amp; I'm not interested in banging some dude...   Maybe my thing is really just voyeurism, or casual sex / "swinging" (soft swap) or maybe what I really have is an open marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times throughout my 15+ year relationship with my husband, I've had numerous girlfriends.  Some have even moved in with us, and although I didn't put that label on it, I guess it was like our own version of "&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.hbo.com/biglove/"&gt;big love&lt;/a&gt;" - but in reverse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The difference for me was that these women were *mine*.  If at times I allowed my husband to participate, then it was his lucky night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other side of our bed I have this dark need to be served, and to humiliate, beat &amp;amp; degrade men.  I have no interest in fucking other men, unless it's via a strap on that I'm wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With the over abundance of sex that I already have with my husband, and then us talking to one another about fantasies that we're currently having, it seems like there would always be a need for us to have other people on speed dial, so what's that called??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally don't think that one person can totally fulfill another person's needs, whether those needs are sexual, intellectual, emotional or otherwise.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really want to know is ---- Why don't they do a show, or have a "compound" that's run by women?  Women who have multiple "husbands"?  Why are all those fundamentalist, or Mormon groups that they show in the news, all patriarchal societies?)  Even to some degree swinging is a very man driven activity.  At times I feel bad for the women, who I've perceived to have been coerced into it, although I suspect that most women in a poly relationship, love that they have more help with laundry, cooking dinner, cleaning up the house etc., and are only too happy to have several nights a week of no sex required...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind, I want several men to do the laundry, cook the dinners, fix the house, and I play with the women that I bring home, while only the most deserving of the men would get to participate in it.  What group do I need to join???  Comments please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-2645250994799769309?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/2645250994799769309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=2645250994799769309' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/2645250994799769309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/2645250994799769309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/polyamory-groups.html' title='Polyamory Groups'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-2429308289629228381</id><published>2008-07-04T23:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T14:57:18.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><title type='text'>Interview Meeting #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well Thursday night was our &lt;a href="http://adultent.meetup.com/177"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first group meetup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  Keith the first sub up intrigued me initially because of his eloquent detailed emails.  I get really annoyed when I read letters from guys who can't spell, nor string a sentence together.  He of course being on the other end of the spectrum stood out like a blazing beacon.  (Take a hint people).  I really think that he truly enjoys being a vessel of servitude to dominant women.  I'd definitely like to get to know him some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was Eric, unfortunately, I have to say had I known ahead of time that he'd just the week before left his wife of 28 years +, then I probably would have made him wait for a month or two before coming out.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I loved the leg massage &amp;amp; foot rub&lt;/span&gt; that I got from him, and he was nicely put together, intelligent, well spoken, and had everything going from him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;except that&lt;/span&gt;.  I guess because this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL ABOUT ME&lt;/span&gt;, I don't really want to deal with other peoples' private drama.  Eric's schedule is also quite full, and being the demanding bitch that I am, I don't think that the hours he currently has free, would work enough for me.  (Eric, I'll send you an email privately)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was Mike, and right off the bat I liked that he came up, introduced himself and asked if we were who he thought we might be.  Some people totally don't have the balls to do that &amp;amp; it drives me batty that men think I'm actually going to go and search them out!  Mike lucked out in that no one had taken the next time spot, so he actually made it through the entire night with us without being dismissed.  Mike intrigued me because he'd sent me an email detailing a dream he'd had about serving me, and I swear I'd cum like 3 times from reading it.  It was well written, (no spelling errors), and a tad witty (which of course I love).  Anyway, we were still with Eric when he came up to us (we're not clock watchers), so we told him to go away for 5 minutes while we wrapped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike talked freely with us, and time just slipped by.  I actually thought that the last guy (Bill) had stood us up, but on my way back from the bathroom (where I'd had to climb over an orgy of people on the floor - because there was a "swingers meet n greet function" going on) he stopped and asked if I was Nichole.  That guy had been standing outside the lighthouse bar watching us for a while &amp;amp; we pretty much figured he was someone looking for us, but dammit we're not going to make this easy for you.  You're going to have to do things that scare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had Bill come join Rachel and I, and we told Mike to stay too, as it was almost closing time anyway. Bill seems like a fun guy &amp;amp; someone that I'd probably enjoy playing with, and although this is definitely not a full time interest of his, I'm sure that the stars &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;align, and our schedules could come together at some point (i.e he'd be available at the time and date I'd request).  Anyways, next thing we know it's time to go, they've turned the lights on and are kicking us out.  I was really glad that Mike decided to get a room and not drive home, (mostly because he'd had a few beers), and I was really, really wishing that I'd taken the time to pack a bag with my strap on, and a few extra toys, because I could have really gotten into that fantasy with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel and I went up to the room with him, mostly to finish up our conversation, and because I was going to ask him for a back massage before driving home.  The massage was good, but then things got a bit sloppy.    I asked him to go give Rachel one, and in the blink of an eye, he was naked - (oooooh not good, we hadn't demanded that he strip naked, and therefore, that took a bit of the wind out of my sail - I like making a man stand up in front of me, and slowly forcing him to remove his clothes, while I closely scrutinize).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly I shouldn't have involved him period, because what I really wanted, was to play with Rachel.  Rachel isn't bi-sexual, but she knows that I am, and we've had talks about it, where she's had thoughts &amp;amp; fantasies about trying it... so what I really wanted was to go do her.  Somehow I sensed she was totally not getting into it, and I didn't want to freak her out, so I told Mike that I really wanted him to come back over to the other bed, and lick my ass &amp;amp; even though I've done the finger up the ass thing with guys before, I didn't recall why I don't do it usually.... Ooooh I quickly, totally recalled.  First of all, it's only a finger, when I fuck a guy, my fantasy is the actual strap on, and the thought that I've got this power of him, and secondly, there's the whole "cock envy" thing that gets me off....   so it wasn't the same, even though I was telling him to spread his ass wider" and "take my cock", in my head it wasn't working as well for me, so I was quickly going off the whole idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know however, Rachel is on the bed with us, and as Mike is kissing my ass, she's fingering my cunt.  I couldn't believe it.  She's fingering it really well.  I then couldn't believe that she actually made me cum, buckets.  Next thing I know, she's between my legs, and I'm now on my back and I swear I felt her tongue on my clit.  I was totally surprised, shocked, and kinda thrown.  (Man do I wish I'd made an appt for a waxing that day)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I like Rachel a lot, and out of our group of girlfriends, I've found myself liking her more, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because of her strong personality and opinions&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even when I don't agree with them or know that she's flat out wrong about something.&lt;/span&gt;  (I've always been attracted to strong women, and submissive men).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rachel because she's just dipping her foot into this lifestyle &amp;amp; trying to decide if this is for her or not, could not wrap her head around a few things that I take for granted.  She's totally single, and probably could only be into monogamy (although I really shouldn't speak for her I suppose), me on the other hand really doesn't care if you're married and upfront with all parties, married &amp;amp; cheating or anything in between.  This is about ME.  I figure my karma will be just fine because I tell my husband everything.  He may not like it, but he knows.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As for your karma&lt;/span&gt; - well you can go ahead and fuck it up if you want, and I could care less - actually maybe that's the difference, I don't care, and she does.  I guess I see some parts of her point of view - if you're going to lie and be deceitful to your life partner, then I can't expect any honesty from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some particular areas of this lifestyle just skeeze Rachel out completely, and therefore she doesn't see YOU, she sees the one thing that really in her mind is just gross, and therefore you've (the whole person) now become unattractive.  I personally have a lot of kinks, so I really don't want someone picking the one thing that I'm into and then judging me upon it, so ergo I try not to do that when meeting / getting to know people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Looking back, I probably should not try to influence her decisions (but I'm me), and although I think it's a great idea for her to embrace her dominance wholeheartedly &amp;amp; via this venue, I'm not sure that she's ready to do it or even interested in doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO looking back I'm going to give a few pointers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I don't care if you drink, but do not drink so much that you're too sleepy to play at my standards.&lt;br /&gt;2.  If it's your time slot, come introduce yourself and let us know that you've arrived.  We'll tell you what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Be yourself, be honest, and answer the questions directly.  You may know that I'm not into something specifically, but don't leave it out because of that reason.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Your emails (and I advise you to send more than one) should really reflect who you are - you have a huge advantage over me, with my blog.  By reading it, you get to see a much clearer picture of me.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Don't expect that there will be a play session during, or after your interview, remember the first rule of fightclub - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this is all about me, it is always about me.  I am not here to get you off, you're here to get me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-2429308289629228381?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/2429308289629228381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=2429308289629228381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/2429308289629228381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/2429308289629228381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/interview-meeting-1.html' title='Interview Meeting #1'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-5599131347430737825</id><published>2008-07-03T00:34:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:08:47.256-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foot worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femdoms'/><title type='text'>Kicked in the balls..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I had a fabulous day - met up with Miss Rachel early this morning and went for a hike in Patapsco State Park. It was gorgeous, although a swinging bridge where I'm from is a "rope bridge", that actually swings... (like over a 1000 ft drop into the Northern Irish sea) as opposed to what they have - a bridge that barely swings, over a slowly moving river, about 10 ft off the ground.... not really death defying at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SGxhjsNQoMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ifzEzfqw1Fc/s1600-h/0702081345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SGxhjsNQoMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ifzEzfqw1Fc/s320/0702081345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218653334005653698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went for a very relaxing pedicure...followed by a massage (which is all I really really wanted today).  I allowed a subbie who just happens to be a professional masseuse to serve me at his place over lunch time.  His hands were amazing, my whole body tingled from his touch and I swear to god, even when he was just massaging my head, neck, shoulders and back, my pussy was oozing juices.  He was a sub who really could do what he said.  There aren't many of them around it seems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd known from talking to him that he's a service orientated slave, and while I was recovering from the earth shattering orgasm I'd just had, he, under orders from me went outside and cleaned out my car.  He saw that the car was full of empty water bottles, and he took the initiative to run over to the store and pick up a bunch of fresh new cold bottles for me, and had them waiting in the car when I came out to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then headed down to the pike in Rockville to pick up my little foot slave, and went to browse around Filene's and a few other places looking for shoes.  A girl can never have too many pairs of shoes after all.  I didn't have much luck, I found tons that I liked, but none that fitted.  They had them in every single size, but the size I needed.  What was even more annoying is that I was able to fit in size 8's, 8.5's, 9's and even some 9.5's - but they never had the shoe I wanted in the size I needed!!! It was totally aggravating.  In fact, I was getting so pissed off that I couldn't help but kick Todd in the balls several times.  Miss Rachel on the other hand was loving life.  Almost every single pair she put on fit her like a glove.. like fucking Cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd of course was on cloud 9 - here he was playing Al Bundy to us, and popping our feet in and out of shoes, all the while surrounded by hundreds of pairs of shoes just waiting to be worshiped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some video footage that I have to figure out how to upload to blogger.  Watch out for it later.  It's got some great ball kicking, stomping/trampling and humiliation.  Todd will just have to hope no one recognizes him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-5599131347430737825?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/5599131347430737825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=5599131347430737825' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5599131347430737825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5599131347430737825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/kicked-in-balls.html' title='Kicked in the balls..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SGxhjsNQoMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ifzEzfqw1Fc/s72-c/0702081345.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-5351237025629353456</id><published>2008-07-01T22:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:25:43.186-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femdoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><title type='text'>Maybe a bad idea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I've been rethinking my &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://adultent.meetup.com/177/calendar"&gt;events calendar&lt;/a&gt;, although I have curtailed it to 6 rsvp's, I don't know that I do want to see a group of subs at one time.  What if I'm horny on Thursday night, then I'll want to play, and as it is, we've kinda allotted 30 minutes per sub to get to know them.  What if one of those subs is *the* sub for me? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on the other hand, Rachel and I don't want to be stuck with one dweeb, and we know we're going to get a few of those for sure.  God knows some of the emails I get just make me groan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm... what to do.. what to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-5351237025629353456?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/5351237025629353456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=5351237025629353456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5351237025629353456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5351237025629353456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/maybe-bad-idea.html' title='Maybe a bad idea...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-4490579173207026445</id><published>2008-07-01T11:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:46:04.192-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female domination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facesitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bdsm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safe sane consensual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussy worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more femdom sex'/><title type='text'>In response to Margarita's &amp; pussy worship...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SGpOmtzqJ4I/AAAAAAAAABk/BK0GQl7rUgA/s1600-h/dumb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SGpOmtzqJ4I/AAAAAAAAABk/BK0GQl7rUgA/s320/dumb.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218069545300404098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I kinda get sick about hearing all this "safe/sane/consensual" (SSC) crap, and how it's unsafe for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ADULTS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; to be drinking while beating or humiliating their slaves. I'm not suggesting that anyone get rip roaring, falling down drunk, but, if you're like me, and actually learned this craft the old way (i.e from someone in person &amp;amp; by doing it), rather than just logging onto the internet &amp;amp; reading a few books then proclaiming yourself an expert on it, then you'd know what you're doing, even after a few margaritas. It's not like I'm going to get amnesia and forgot how to untie a knot, or stick my strap on up your arse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I was attracted to this stuff primarily because it wasn't safe, sane or consensual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. Safe, Sane and Consensual is a married man and woman, laying down in their own bed, under the sheets, with the lights out, and fumbling around for a few minutes until one of them cums. (Always the man)... Hardly earth shattering stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Female Domination, (BDSM) etc., was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;dark, risky, and exciting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; - the complete opposite of safe, sane and consensual. I do this because I can fuck with someone's mind, and take myself to a place deep inside that is definitely not all peachy cream. Quite often it's a place deep inside that's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;nasty, dirty, and completely spine tingling chilly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; For me, this lifestyle is about looking deep inside a person &amp;amp; sometimes finding out things that you'd never want to know about them, or yourself. It's like being home alone watching a really scary horror movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Me hanging someone by the neck is not by definition considered "safe". Breath play, Blood play, knife play, exchange of bodily fluids, none of those things could possibly be deemed safe, or sane. For me, anything with a chance of death involved, automatically draws me to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think the safe sane thing came about more because of the men who were into "dominating" women, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;which as you know I can't fucking stand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, but they wanted something to explain that they weren't "abusers". Then along with the rest of the culture in America, it was probably put out there to stop people suing one another over really stupid things. I mean, come on, do we really need a warning on our hair dryers that tells us for safety reasons NOT to use it in the bath tub? Or that cup of coffee we're buying is HOT? Even my GPS unit asks me every time I turn it on, to AGREE NOT TO use it while driving...??? WTF???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"For external use only!" -- On a curling iron. (Hmmm, could this be much different than heating up a dildo in the microwave, it would save the walk to the kitchen)???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"For use on animals only." -- On an electric cattle prod. (Oh really, I seem to remember shocking the shit out of several slaves with a cattle prod, or a tens unit)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other really dumb "warnings"....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Do not drive with sunshield in place." -- On a cardboard sunshield that keeps the sun off the dashboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Baby Oil" - Keep out of reach of children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Warning: May cause drowsiness." -- On a bottle of Nytol, a brand of sleeping pills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Not intended for highway use." -- On a 13-inch wheel on a wheelbarrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Arm &amp;amp; Hammer Scoopable Cat Litter - "Safe to use around pets."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"May irritate eyes." -- On a can of self-defense pepper spray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Caution: Remove infant before folding for storage." -- On a portable stroller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly." -- On a child sized Superman costume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do not attempt to stop the blade with your hand." -- In the manual for a Swedish chainsaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Not to be used as a personal flotation device." -- On a 6x10 inch inflatable picture frame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Remove plastic before eating." -- On the wrapper of a Fruit Roll-Up snack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Always drive on roads. Not on people." -- From a car commercial which shows a vehicle "body-surfing" at a concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"For a limited time only." -- From a Rally's commercial that described how their burgers were fresh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"No stopping or standing." -- A sign at bus stops everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Don't even get me started on how many people I've met in the scene who are seriously mentally ill (and on all sorts of prescription drug cocktails) but who will absolutely beat down anyone who might want to smoke some pot during their play time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;..   If that's not dumb, I don't know what is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-4490579173207026445?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/4490579173207026445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=4490579173207026445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/4490579173207026445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/4490579173207026445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-response-to-margaritas-pussy-worship.html' title='In response to Margarita&apos;s &amp; pussy worship...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SGpOmtzqJ4I/AAAAAAAAABk/BK0GQl7rUgA/s72-c/dumb.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-3041754851197751302</id><published>2008-06-30T19:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:42:25.379-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domina wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dominatrix desires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bdsm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><title type='text'>Instant Message &amp; Email / Handles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For fucksake, don't you all think it would be much easier if your email address, and your IM handle were the same bloody thing?  Oh and if you're going to make up a fake name, stop using John Smith - I've already got like 22 of you, and I'm sick of spending 10 minutes at the beginning of every conversation trying to figure out who is who.  Be creative for the love of God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If your email address is XYZ, then go in and change/edit your handle on Yahoo messenger to be the same, or if that's already taken, then something very close, along with whatever name you've been using to communicate with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm not on my computer very often, and when I am I'd like to be up to speed and have you ready to answer whatever questions I might have for you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you are planning on texting with me, then I suggest that before you start that you write me a letter of introduction, via your email address, and include a photo.  That way I can keep you straight, and know what you're about before we start an IM dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want you to join my meetup group: http://adultent.meetup.com/177 - because that way you'll have access to my calendar, and it will be easier for me to plan when I'm going to meetup with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, to recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Send me an email with a photo, and a letter of introduction.  Tell me why you're interested in me, and what you've done previously if anything.  Make sure you've actually read my blog.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Get onto YAHOO MESSENGER and edit or create your handle to be the same as your email.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Use your real name, or at least pick a creative fake name that I will remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking had forgotten how annoying this shit can be, and I'm already starting to lose my patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-3041754851197751302?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3041754851197751302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=3041754851197751302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3041754851197751302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3041754851197751302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/06/instant-message-email-handles.html' title='Instant Message &amp; Email / Handles'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-1955695142028387313</id><published>2008-06-29T15:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:45:07.496-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female domination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='submissive husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb'/><title type='text'>Women who choose NOT to take control of their men..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My husband is this gorgeous, big tough jock who works out, plays competitive sports (still at 45), is intelligent (has a couple of master's degrees &amp;amp; is working on a Ph.D), and I have him totally wrapped around my little finger.  He wasn't into ANY of the kinky stuff I'm into when we first met, in fact he was very much just your normal wham bam thank you ma'am fucker - good, regular, vanilla kinda sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He worshiped me, and he'd  pretty much do whatever to make me happy, (except kinky sex stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I became a "professional dominatrix" about 2 years into our relationship, he had seen it coming.  I'd always been bossy &amp;amp; would throw "temper tantrums"  (like a stupid 3 year old), when I didn't get my own way.  One particular time I threw a plate at his head to emphasize my point of view.  I was only 21 - I had no idea that what I really wanted was a dom/sub relationship - I didn't know a thing about power exchange back then, but I knew I was different than the average girl.  I dug around, and found The Black Rose, and would make him come to their weekly meetings with me, still he refused to bend to my way of thinking.  I didn't really care though as I had these other men throwing themselves at my feet, and begging me for a "session"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing he knows I'm working full time at a dungeon, and exploring all of my kinky fantasies with other men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband didn't like it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but he had no option&lt;/span&gt;.  It was not a negotiable part of our relationship.  He quickly grew to realise that when I want something, "no" is not part of the equation.  He wanted me &amp;amp; for me, I was pretty much turned on by the fact that this guy might be harder to conquer than any one else I'd been with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day I'd get off multiple times with subs, and then I'd come home, and get fucked royally by my husband.  It was the best of both worlds.  Several years went by and I kind of pulled back from the professional domination, mostly due to the fact that I had a nice stable of men that I would call up and order to come visit when I was in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as with most things, I got bored with that stable of slaves.  During this whole time, I'd be "training" (on the down low) my husband.  For instance, he's a total leg man, and I LOVE getting my legs licked and massaged.  However, he was only into me rubbing my legs all over him, or watching me in high heels, so before I'd allow him any of that, I'd make him suck on my toes, and run his tongue up the back of my leg.  Then I'd take my feet and rub them over his cock, but would refuse to give him a blow job... so he got to like the feet thing, although was definitely never a "foot fetishist".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd force him onto his back and climb onto him, and even though he'd only like to do the oral thing when I was laying flat on my back with my legs spread, he grew to LOVE it when I'd climb up onto his face, and ride it, - but he'd never been into "smothering" or "facesitting" previously.   He never realised that I was imposing my will upon him, or that he was being a tad submissive &amp;amp; kinky with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there it was time to step it up a bit, I love strap on play, and one night when he came to bed, I was dressed in my leather (which he does like) but when he pulled back the covers, he discovered I was wearing a big black strap on.  Now being that he's my husband, it was NOT my plan to fuck him up the ass right then and there... I was going to get him to the point where it would be something he might start thinking about while at work, and then perhaps he might find that I'd left a window on the computer up on a strap on lover's website, and he'd think about it some more.  (Clever, aren't I)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that first night with the strap on, I told him about how I'd fucked my girlfriend wearing it earlier, and told him that if he licked my cock, he'd taste her pussy juices on it... so of course he was going to try it...  Do you see how this worked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing he knew, I was climbing between his legs (while he's on his back with his legs spread open), and while wearing my hottest leather outfit, and a nice big strap on.  I'd "pretend" to fuck him like a girl.  Surprisingly enough (Duh...) he liked it.  Or at least that big hard cock of his did.  I'm not saying this happened over night, because it didn't, but now, 15 years later, he's as kinky as I want him to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are definitely some no-no's in our relationship, BUT, I'd bet that within another few years he'll be 100% exactly into what *I* want.  For instance, I love the cuckold thing, and fantasize about being at a swingers party, and choosing a guy to fuck, and all the while making my husband watch &amp;amp; jerk off.  After I've gotten done with the guy I've just allowed to fuck me, I'd want my husband to eat me out, yeah and that includes the other guys cum too... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also way into the humiliation thing, and I get off on the guys who enjoy watching women smoke and being their ash tray, I don't see him getting into that.  He's anti smoking, and would probably pick me up and throw me into a wall if I ever burned him with a cigarette!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also get off on the cross-dressing thing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he's never&lt;/span&gt; going to put on my panties, or allow me to make him up like a drag queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand a lot of my friends who are married, and never have sex with their men (obviously because it's crap sex, and they are just "not that into him", however, they'll never admit it, and don't have a reason why there's no sex going on).  Why don't they just start maneuvering their men to their likes &amp;amp; fantasies?  Why would they choose to NOT take control?  They have no idea what they are missing out on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-1955695142028387313?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/1955695142028387313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=1955695142028387313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1955695142028387313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1955695142028387313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/06/women-who-choose-not-to-take-control-of.html' title='Women who choose NOT to take control of their men..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-7361193437796963623</id><published>2008-06-25T18:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:43:17.226-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dominatrix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femdoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><title type='text'>Diva Wed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SGLKGGwBGzI/AAAAAAAAABY/dqYcRQgho3I/s1600-h/diva_drink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SGLKGGwBGzI/AAAAAAAAABY/dqYcRQgho3I/s400/diva_drink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215953524688493362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God it's been a fabulous day.  I've gone for a long hike this morning - (just so I could drink a martini or two tonight at "girls night out" in Columbia), spent the rest of the day lounging around the pool with my newest little cabana boy.  Running out the door right now to meet up with a few girlfriends before going to Houlihans.  Will write more later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-7361193437796963623?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/7361193437796963623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=7361193437796963623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/7361193437796963623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/7361193437796963623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/06/diva-wed.html' title='Diva Wed...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SGLKGGwBGzI/AAAAAAAAABY/dqYcRQgho3I/s72-c/diva_drink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-4678650406692498258</id><published>2008-06-22T20:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:44:38.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='submissive husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year resolutions'/><title type='text'>Procrastinating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SF7zqZn8SZI/AAAAAAAAABI/t_UJpInLVSk/s1600-h/Pictures052808+440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SF7zqZn8SZI/AAAAAAAAABI/t_UJpInLVSk/s400/Pictures052808+440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214873328300083602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yet another lazy day by the pool.  I've got to get motivated to get my friggin taxes done, I have to see the accountant tomorrow at 10am - and I've not yet started.  GROAN.  I'm 3 years behind, and apparently, IRS doesn't look too kindly upon that sorta thing.  I don't actually owe them anything, in fact they should owe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should stick on a pot of coffee and plan on being up all night.  My American husband will fucking freak out if I tell him yet again that I've not got it sorted.  I keep telling him they don't put people in jail unless they OWE them money, but he keeps yammering on about me getting deported, and about fees and penalties and wot not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd much rather be playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-4678650406692498258?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/4678650406692498258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=4678650406692498258' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/4678650406692498258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/4678650406692498258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/06/procrastinating.html' title='Procrastinating'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SF7zqZn8SZI/AAAAAAAAABI/t_UJpInLVSk/s72-c/Pictures052808+440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-8439184983803587722</id><published>2008-06-21T21:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:47:09.160-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dominatrix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female domination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facesitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussy worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more femdom sex'/><title type='text'>Pussy Worship - pool side..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ummmmmmm mmmmm - there could have been nothing better for a hang over than what just took place today.  I've got this gorgeous pool, and my first instinct was that I was just going to laze around on a pool lounger all day, and sleep in the sun, then as I became more awake, and a little more human I realised around 10am that what I really needed was some major oral worship.  So, I took out my cell phone and called one of my best and brightest to stop whatever it was that he was doing, and get his ass over to my place to take care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having my period, and the cramps, and the hangover, I just wanted to cum, then sleep, cum some more, then sleep, and.. you get the jist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He arrived by 11am, ready to serve.  I made him strip naked, no swim shorts needed here.  He'd also had the good sense to stop by Whole Foods and pick up a fruit salad &amp;amp; lots of bottled water - probably knows me too well, if I'd not soaked up the remaining alcohol with something, I'd just have gotten grumpier (i.e. more of a bitch, than I usually am) and would have been more than mean to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be the most perfect day ever.  I literally was in the pool from 11am until about 6pm, we had the best time!  I didn't really get to sleep much - well maybe that 2 hr nap between 2pm and 4pm does count - I'd literally cum so many times by then, that I'd lost count.  I was literally covered down there in sex juice.  (God I hope it doesn't affect the pool water balance)!  I've trained him so well on where to put his tongue, and how to use his tongue that I'm literally quivering just thinking about how good he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I needed to pee, we hopped out of the pool, and I would order him to lay down on the grass, I either sat on his face, or stood over him, making sure to cover him in my urine.  I fucking love watching his cock just bouncing around, begging to cum, when I'm giving him a golden shower, that's a total turn on for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, he left around 7pm, so I'm going to go hang out on the couch, watch a movie - "Super High Me", and then go to bed... that is unless I get totally horny again and need to call a slave... or two..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-8439184983803587722?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8439184983803587722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=8439184983803587722' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8439184983803587722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8439184983803587722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/06/pussy-worship-pool-side.html' title='Pussy Worship - pool side..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-687239067576697995</id><published>2008-06-21T09:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:48:27.999-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dominatrix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femdoms'/><title type='text'>No Alcohol please...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Did I actually say in that last post that alcohol always makes me feel better?  D'oh!  Well not this morning!  Since I walked in my door at 5am this morning, my head has been pounding and dare I actually say I almost feel quite like vomiting.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yuck.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I met some friends last night at Cross Street Market in Baltimore for sushi - however, had someone not brought &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*that particular*&lt;/span&gt; sushi to a party I was at a few weekends ago, I would never have sat down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I kept thinking about while waiting for the sushi, was how many health code violations I was seeing.  Even the sushi making guy, had just had his food delivered.  That as it turns out however, was nothing.  The beer &amp;amp; sushi were damn good, there was a group of 6 of us, so the conversations were hilarious, and I'd actually moved my mind completely off all the reasons one could probably very easily get E.Coli while being there, when I saw it.  A bloody rat ran right across the floor next to our table.  My purse and feet were on the floor.  I just about died.  I scooped my feet up and onto my friends lap, and ok, now I know why I probably hadn't hung out in Baltimore much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they only supposed to come out late at night, and certainly not in the place that you're having dinner?  Totally grossed me out.  That and the fact that it could have been mistaken for a small &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAT&lt;/span&gt;.  I practically ran out of the market building.  My 5 friends, all from Baltimore, thought I was a nut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went onto the Burlesque show featuring &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://trixielittle.com/"&gt;Trixie Little&lt;/a&gt;.  Not thinking about rats in of itself required that I start with The Long Island Iced Teas... ooooh 3 later, I shoulda quit, but seriously it was only like 10pm at that point, and the "burlesque" show, well that was not quite what I'd imagined it to be, and  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; what else is there to do  in a place like that, except drink?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that show was over we decided to go dance at The Hippo - however, of all friggin nights, there was *no* dancing, just a drag queen show, and I just was not in the mood for all that, but what the hell, let's have another Long Island... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Do you see how the night went? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... Are you there "Vodka", "Rum", "Tequila"?   It's me.. Nichole...&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me, I'm about to sin, but I won't be seeing you for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-687239067576697995?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/687239067576697995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=687239067576697995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/687239067576697995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/687239067576697995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-alcohol-please.html' title='No Alcohol please...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-9136795984641197413</id><published>2008-06-19T18:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:49:48.410-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panty worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dominatrix desires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hairy pussy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussy worship'/><title type='text'>Pussy Worship...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So today, I spent the entire day boating, and contemplating getting my pussy waxed bare.  While I was living overseas it was totally natural to see hot looking girls with hairy armpits, and some hair sticking out of their bikini lines.  However, arriving back in the states, my girlfriends were much in shock about the whole idea - in fact it was rather like that scene from the latest "Sex in the City" movie with Miranda, when I told them that there was *no where* in the whole of Greece to go get waxed, and that in a lot of ways I'd kinda been impressed with my own little trimmed up "bush".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;SO... to wax or not wax that is the question!!  I've got about another week to go before I can go get my legs waxed for the summer - I HATE having to shave those, for one, they're damn long, and it takes a while to do it every couple of days, and secondly, I'd much rather use the extra time with the shower massager getting off ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now I'm off out with the girls for mojitos.   Alcohol always makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sadistic part of me would love to take every guy I know and make him go through getting his legs waxed, and then his balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-9136795984641197413?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/9136795984641197413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=9136795984641197413' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/9136795984641197413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/9136795984641197413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/06/pussy-worship.html' title='Pussy Worship...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-8211616322392294664</id><published>2008-06-19T01:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:50:34.525-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foot worship'/><title type='text'>Nic's Sticks..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I just got done at the gym - man that Lifetime Fitness has to be the most awesome fitness center ever.  I got to swim, and take a spinning class.  Then in between the showers and walking to my car, I got my bloody period.  Bloody being the operative word here.  It came on, gangbusters.  So bad that I had to stop at a 24 hr CVS on the way back home.  I haven't had it in like a couple of months - I think because of the time change, or altitudes or something bizarre.  So now, I'm ready for some Epsom Salts, in a nice hot bath, then bed.  Well maybe a little masturbating in the tub, because I'm totally horny right now.  A girl can never have too many orgasms right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These have got to be one of the best inventions ever.. Nic's Sticks - it's nail polish in this little pen doo dad that let's you do a quick touch up or whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SFnvRETb3HI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pw8jiKoBxpY/s1600-h/nicsticks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SFnvRETb3HI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pw8jiKoBxpY/s400/nicsticks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213461120150133874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SFnvRe_16mI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_pxBUvsmHAo/s1600-h/nicsticktoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SFnvRe_16mI/AAAAAAAAAAo/_pxBUvsmHAo/s400/nicsticktoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213461127315712610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;OK so my camera phone takes naff photos, but you at least get the jist... Man, I need a real pedicure, not to mention, a little someone slipping their tongue between my toesies wouldn't hurt either ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I'm heading out on a boat tomorrow for some R&amp;amp;R on the Potomac, let's hope I don't come across any dead bodies.  I had been hoping to take a sub with me, for some major oral relief, but I may have to rethink that now.  Damn.  I hate being on the rag, I'll be a super bitch now for like 3 days, and totally obsessed with cumming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-8211616322392294664?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8211616322392294664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=8211616322392294664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8211616322392294664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8211616322392294664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/06/nics-sticks.html' title='Nic&apos;s Sticks..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/SFnvRETb3HI/AAAAAAAAAAg/pw8jiKoBxpY/s72-c/nicsticks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-2965838475131913416</id><published>2008-06-18T16:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:52:20.950-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foot worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussy worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><title type='text'>My feet HURT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've just gotten in from an almost 4 hour hike on the Patuxent Branch Trail.  I started it over in Savage, by the old Mill, and walked to Lake Elkhorn in Columbia, and around the lake, and then back again.  It was about 10 miles all told.  The creepiest thing ever was that right on the path, sunbathing itself was this huge friggin black &amp;amp; blue &amp;amp; white snake - the thing was about 7ft long - I swear I almost crapped myself trying to get past it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cute little jogger girl almost ran right into it - I don't know why she thought I was just standing in the middle of the trail looking like I was going to pee my pants, but when she saw it, she freaked out.  Men I can handle, and I've even had a snake before - but there's a difference between a random big ass snake that you can't identify, and one that you keep in a cage, and feed rabbits to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was an absolutely gorgeous day, and I had to do something other than sit around.  I swear just since I've gotten back here, I've gained like 7lbs.  However, I am now in terrible need of a foot rub, and a toe sucking, and a leg massage, and an ass rub, and some butt licking wouldn't hurt either.  I basically just want to lay the fuck down, and be worshiped from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a "meetup" group - I'm sick of the yahoo thing - that is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so not&lt;/span&gt; local, and is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so not&lt;/span&gt; filled with men who want to meet in person - all this jerking off on the computer, or over the computer is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sooooo tedious&lt;/span&gt;, and non-fulfilling.  I DO THIS STUFF IN REAL LIFE.  If you're in the area, join the group - http://adultent.meetup.com/177/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-2965838475131913416?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/2965838475131913416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=2965838475131913416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/2965838475131913416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/2965838475131913416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-feet-hurt.html' title='My feet HURT!'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-6313770305508545650</id><published>2008-05-22T22:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:53:05.360-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foot worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='massage'/><title type='text'>Retail Therapy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Since I've been back in the states, I've been shopping like a maniac.  Today I drove out to Anne Arundel Mills Mall - it's an outlet, and I bought about 5 pairs of shoes - loved the new English Clark thongs, and got my new running shoes from The Outdoor Store.  From Off Broadway Shoes I loaded up on cute summer sandals.  I pretty much shopped from about 11am till 8.30pm, and just made it home.  I realised while I was there that I could SO DO with a back and arse massage, oh and of course I'd never turn down a foot massage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if anyone reading this is local to MD or DC, and knows how to give a massage, then send me an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-6313770305508545650?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6313770305508545650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=6313770305508545650' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/6313770305508545650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/6313770305508545650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/05/retail-therapy.html' title='Retail Therapy!'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-8378570584785492714</id><published>2008-05-20T08:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:54:23.455-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dominatrix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female domination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facesitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bdsm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kidnapping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussy worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><title type='text'>Holding Timothy Hostage....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just allowed Timothy to leave.  I've had him held "hostage" for almost two full days now at my place.  I've had hours upon hours of the best pussy worship - in fact so much so, that I do believe I'm almost raw down there.  On Sunday night his jaw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to hurt.  I brought over two of my friends, that I've missed so much while I've been gone, and after Timothy had made us drinks, we settled in for a night of fun and catching up, all the while making Timothy do the most intimate things to each of us, and himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching him take turns to suck on our cunts &amp;amp; lick our asses, was a big turn-on for me.  I love making a slave do stuff to complete strangers, and also watching my friends reaction to whatever it is I've demanded that he do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching a slave masturbate himself - and one of my friends told us a shocking secret - (well she thought it was shocking) - she's always wanted to see a guy eat his own cum - so I told Timothy he had to make her fantasy become a reality.  She was masturbating like crazy, watching him stroke his cock faster and faster, and I was really getting turned on just watching them both!  When it came time for him to cum, I made him blow his load all over my feet, and then she got to watch him lick it all up.  There was gobs of his cum all over the top of my foot, and seeing it there made me think I really should have had him blow it over my ass, just so I could get a good wet rim job into the bargain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before leaving yesterday to take care of some business, I made sure to strap him into a chastity device, then I eput my cum soaked panties over his head, and locked him up into a dog cage.  (I have to get creative with no dungeon set up). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours later when I got home, his cock was rock hard the minute I freed his cock, and it was bulging like I'd never seen it before.  I swear it had grown at least an extra two inches in size.    To get me horny, and help me wind down for the night, I had him put my panties on, and I rubbed his cock with my feet, while I sat on his face, and made him eat my asshole, which had to have been quite sweaty and dare I say gross after my back to back workout &amp;amp; spinning class!  That just made his huge cock bounce around even more.  (My kinda guy)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on that evening, I restrained him to my bed, and fell fast asleep with him between my legs, using his fingers and his tongue to make me cum over and over again.  I allowed him to rub one off on my leg by humping it while he was eating me out, and I awoke feeling cold, to see him looking at my naked pussy, and whacking off again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just sent him home, and after writing this, I feel the need to go use my vibrator.  What would you like to have happen if I held you hostage for a day or two??  Do tell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-8378570584785492714?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8378570584785492714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=8378570584785492714' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8378570584785492714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8378570584785492714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/05/holding-timothy-hostage.html' title='Holding Timothy Hostage....'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-6077408895909359611</id><published>2008-05-17T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:56:10.979-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dominatrix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><title type='text'>New photos coming..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm back in the States from now through September 17th, then I'll be going back overseas.  So many fucking things have changed.  My stupid fucking girl friend decided to not check her flipping email for the last year, and therefore, lost my domain name renewal (which had her listed as the technical contact).  So, I had to figure out what the bloody name of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SexyBBWMistress/"&gt;my yahoo group&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; was, and from there, I was able to figure out how to reactivate my email address!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I totally forgot to do a backup before I left , so of course, I don't have anything from the  msnichole.com domain - no videos, no pics, nothing...  I'll work on getting a few new photos taken hopefully this weekend and I'll upload them here for you to drool over, and then jerk those stupid little cocks off to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I moved to a country where English is NOT the first language, and where men are generally NOT submissive.  I've missed American men A LOT!  I've missed the abuse that I can pile upon them, the humiliation, and to be completely honest, I feel like I've been a bit sex starved.  (Is that at all possible)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent last night logging onto collarme.com to take a look and see if any of the losers I used to know, are still around.. of course they are.  It sucks that my email account got "deactivated" by yahoo, so I don't even have their old emails.  There's actually a few of them that I've missed, and thought of while masturbating myself silly, reliving past "sessions" or events with them!  NO doubt once I pop onto yahoo messenger a few times, they'll be IMing and begging their asses off.  Just the way I like it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-6077408895909359611?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6077408895909359611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=6077408895909359611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/6077408895909359611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/6077408895909359611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-photos-coming.html' title='New photos coming..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-3348532459187265724</id><published>2007-03-18T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:57:10.703-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public humiliation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loser'/><title type='text'>I love, I love, I love.. what the fuck do I care what YOU love???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;God, I fucking hate guys like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043430580450587042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/Rf3dZEUZcaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o64EqrrUb7E/s400/bootslaveidiot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Greetings Goddess, my name is tom and i am a slave to Women.&lt;br /&gt;i liked Your profile, but i am not interested in circle jerks.&lt;br /&gt;i guess while i am giving hard limits i should keep going, i am not in any way bi-sexual, i will not suck cock and i will not take a cock up my anus, unless it is a strap-on You are wearing. i basically and in general do not play well with other males in bdsm.&lt;br /&gt;But beside that i am open to anything.&lt;br /&gt;You live an hour and a half away which is not real bad. i work in Westminster MD which is even closer. i could just come see You directly from there and then i am only an hour away, i would love to serve You as a bootlicker, chair, and doormat.&lt;br /&gt;i love humiliations, i love eating out of a dog dish on the floor at Your feet. i love it when You mash my food into a digusting mess on the floor. i love it when You spit a loogy on the floor and make me lick it up.&lt;br /&gt;i love being crushed under You, whether it is from being sat on or walked on. i love having my face stepped on and used as Your footrest. i can take a lot of pain, having my face ripped into by Your spike heel.&lt;br /&gt;i love when my mouth is used as Your ashtay, Your toilet, Your used kleenix recepticle, or Your tampon disposal.&lt;br /&gt;i love cleaning and doing menial, unpleasant chores which would obviously be beneath a Goddess such as Yourself, i love to mow the grass, wash the car, clean the toilet, scrub floors, do windows, hand wash Your laundry ANYTHING Goddess.&lt;br /&gt;Please, if You can respect my limits, i would LOVE to serve You Goddess.&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;******************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love, I love, I love.... what the fuck do I care what YOU love? Don't you fucks get that this is ABOUT ME?? Not about you. I am not here to fulfill your personal fucking fantasies. I'm here to fulfill my own. PERIOD. It's the "Nichole Show".... 100% all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What was I thinking when I signed back up on Collarme.com ?? I guess if nothing else, it allows me to rant and rave like a maniac, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collarme.com/bdsm/v/163409/p//message/68/details.htm#"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;publically humiliate&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you stupid fucks.  It gives me fodder for my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOSER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-3348532459187265724?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/3348532459187265724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=3348532459187265724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3348532459187265724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/3348532459187265724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-love-i-love-i-love-what-fuck-do-i.html' title='I love, I love, I love.. what the fuck do I care what YOU love???'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Ih8FcphyZk/Rf3dZEUZcaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/o64EqrrUb7E/s72-c/bootslaveidiot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-796580231950145013</id><published>2007-03-17T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:57:53.043-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinky sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female domination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='panty worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussy worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><title type='text'>Fun St Patrick's Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So, I met this group of guys off the internet, with a few of my dom girlfriends.  They were panty slaves for the night.  John who was single amazingly enough, had us all come over to his place in Baltimore after we met for a drink.  We probably wouldn't have gone back to his place, but Baltimore was a crazy zoo tonight with people, and it was pissing down, so I was glad to go somewhere quiet, dry and cozy, where I could be myself ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd spent a few hours masturbating into a few pairs of panties today that I took with me tonight.  I was horny all day thinking about what *might* happen tonight.  The suspense is sometimes as good, or even better, than the real thing!  I was in a constant state of wetness the whole entire time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have been craving a good ass and pussy worshipping session.  Thinking about wrapping my legs around some subs head, while I lock in him, and ride his face was all I could think about.  It's been quite a while since I've gone out and played to be honest.  One of my favourite tongues literally had a heart attack and died about 2 months ago.  He was someone I could call on anytime, even from my car if I'd been grocery shopping or something, I could call him up and tell him I wanted to see him right then.. he'd adjust his schedule, and come right out to meet me.  It was fucking awesome.  My own personal little tongue slave at my beck and call.  We used to meet at a hotel on Rockville Pike several times a week.  I really miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, I joined this group, and when I initially posted that I wanted to do this panty event, 70+ people replied to the poll saying they wanted to come and be part of it.  To make it fair, I picked the first 7... although if I do it again, I think I'll figure out a spot where we can all meet, and at least have some kinky chat over drinks.  2 of the 7 didn't show up.  They obviously chickened out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Two of the guys were so horny that they whipped their cocks out as soon as we got sitting down, &amp; that turns me on immensely..  (They did ask my permission, and I could see they were bursting at the seams, and I was dying to watch them worship my undies).. so they each got a pair of panties to sniff, suck and jerk off into, while I chose another guy to facesit.  They literally came in seconds, got embarrassed and asked to go home... they wanted to keep the panties... no doubt for a second go around when they get home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So that left 3 guys.. one for each of us.  I didn't pay attention to what was going on with the others, because as soon as I got going, I was in total ecstasy.  I was just dripping buckets of cum down my thighs, while he just kept sucking, and licking my cunt.  I came tons of times.  He came in my panties twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Riding home in the car, panty-less was even a turn on.  SO..... anyone else up for something like this???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-796580231950145013?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/796580231950145013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=796580231950145013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/796580231950145013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/796580231950145013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2007/03/fun-st-patricks-day.html' title='Fun St Patrick&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-6785760702096460371</id><published>2007-03-06T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:58:44.402-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><title type='text'>More reasons I fucking hate winter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok the fact that I spend all my time at home means:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My bed never gets made - why bother when I'm just going to get in and out of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Too much of "The View" &amp; "Entertainment Tonight".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Napping in bed while watching the above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;An entire box of O's, before lunchtime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweeping O's out of my bed before I can climb back into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No showering - Why bother? I'm only going back to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rabid masturbation.  I'm in bed for Christsake - what else am I going to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;More Porn.  Followed by more masturbation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;TIVO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another box of Cheerio's by bedtime.  All those orgasms make me have the munchies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-6785760702096460371?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/6785760702096460371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=6785760702096460371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/6785760702096460371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/6785760702096460371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2007/03/more-reasons-i-fucking-hate-winter.html' title='More reasons I fucking hate winter!'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-8184511138975031261</id><published>2007-03-06T20:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:01:27.738-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female domination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more femdom sex'/><title type='text'>Do you live in the DC Metro area?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If so, then you might be interested in these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Femdom_Meetup_DC/"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Femdom_Meetup_DC/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sexybbwmistress/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE 7/1/08: I've created my own group on "meetup" that allows you to RSVP for events via a calendar.  Log onto it here: http://adultent.meetup.com/177/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-8184511138975031261?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/8184511138975031261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=8184511138975031261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8184511138975031261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/8184511138975031261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-you-live-in-dc-metro-area.html' title='Do you live in the DC Metro area?'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-1003687346539793089</id><published>2007-03-06T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:02:08.957-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;God I hate this fucking cold ass weather.  I'm sick of freezing my ass off.  I'm sick of snow, ice and wearing sweats.  I haven't gotten dressed up in AGES.  I'm really really pissed off during the winter.  I think it depresses me, and makes me angry all the time.  I mean, I actually can see nothing wrong with throwing a cup of ice around some jack ass in another car, and I can't actually believe that some woman got sent to jail for 2 months for doing so.  I mean it was a fucking soft cup of ice.  What a pussy.  I'd have thrown a big ass 20lb dumbell at him personally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate drivers who sit on my ass - I brake hard intentionally just hoping that they fucking hit me, so I can get out of my car and scream obsenities at them.  I hate the guys who swerve in and out of lanes just to get two cars ahead of me, I just want to see them wrap their beamers around an electricity pole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Driving from the gym last weekend was hair-raising.  When I arrived, it wasn't snowing - but that was at 9 in the morning, when I left at lunch time, there was a fucking blizzard going on outside.  Of course, as I was getting on the highway, at about 30mph, the jack-asses in great big ass SUV's were speeding past at 80MPH - while it's snowing, hard.  I just kept wishing that I'd see one of them wreck, and sure enough, just as I got off on my exit, there was some big old mercedes jeep being pulled out of the ditch by the cops, with half his axle missing, and his bumper laying 100 feet away.  Karma is a great thing, and there must be something to the whole "Secret" thing.  Positive thinking is alive and working after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a reminder to you --- don't mess with me!  I'll put a hex on your ass!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-1003687346539793089?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/1003687346539793089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=1003687346539793089' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1003687346539793089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1003687346539793089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-9208841080972185089</id><published>2007-01-28T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:03:49.238-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domina wishlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slave application'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dominatrix desires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femdoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><title type='text'>God I hate jumping around!!  Wanted to let you all know....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In response to the previous post ---&gt; My email address &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:msnichole_2002@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;msnichole_2002@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; is where you should submit your application to serve!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ALSO.... I've read lots of e-mails over the last few weeks, but just haven't yet had time to sit down and actually respond - so Patrick -- be patient, and also those of you who are also wondering, do I like you or not!! LOL. I'm trying to get a handle on my good mail Vs bad mail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wonder if I need a FAQ --&gt; For instance, what do most of you want to know, that you can't find out either through my blog, or on my yahoo news group? I'm curious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting to get pics from the other dommes from our evening out last Fri night, so far, they haven't come through!! ARRRGGGHHH.. I totally forgot to take my camera with me, so I'm relying on Jules coming through with some pics. She however is hyper sensitive about her scar on her leg from the dog attack, and as we're all pretty much nekkid (LOL) in most of the pics, that could be why I've not gotten any from her yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other dommes who were there....??? Where are the bloody pics???!!!! I wanna post some on my blog!!!! I didn't want to do another entry, and jump past it, to have to go back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rick --&gt; I've sent you two e-mails and haven't heard from you - however, they went to two different accounts - the one you use on &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SexyBBWMistress"&gt;my yahoo group&lt;/a&gt; and another one that you sent me an e-mail from. Are my emails now going to your spam folder? Sort it out boy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I've updated my wishlist -- there was so much stuff that I'd already been given for gifts, or bought myself that most of it was outdated.. Remember, if you want to show that you appreciate me, or my blog -- or just want to know more about what I'm currently into - check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/wishlist/1I5EGZO86K1AF/ref=wl_web/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;img height="42" alt="My Amazon.com Wish List" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/gifts/registries/wishlist/v2/web/wl-btn-74-b._V52198558_.gif" width="74" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-9208841080972185089?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/9208841080972185089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=9208841080972185089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/9208841080972185089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/9208841080972185089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2007/01/god-i-hate-jumping-around-wanted-to-let.html' title='God I hate jumping around!!  Wanted to let you all know....'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-5427278908814375274</id><published>2007-01-23T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:04:55.886-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dominatrix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public humiliation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinky sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facesitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bdsm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femdoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><title type='text'>Hot bi-sexual experiences this weekend!</title><content type='html'>I had a really hot time this past weekend, it started off with a little fun with some girl friends at &lt;a href="http://www.msjulie.com"&gt;Ms Julie's &lt;/a&gt;house on Friday night.  She was hosting a "Goddess" party for all the femdoms she knows.  All told there were 15 of us that showed up.  What was even more fun is that there were 3 slaves chosen to be there to serve us.  I hadn't met any of the other women before, except Elizabeth, who is another really good friend of ours, so besides getting to know all these fabulous, sexy, dominant women, who all had the same views &amp; desires as me, I also got to "cum" with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 slaves were each well trained, intelligent, charming, and damn well endowed individuals, and each one was in service to one of the women that were in attendance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was plenty of wine, chocolate covered strawberries &amp; a table of neatly prepared finger foods ~ all that had been put together by the slaves.  They'd also spent the entire day cleaning bathrooms, and bedrooms so that we could all spend the night.  While we initially chatted and got to know one another, the slaves were attentive to our needs.  Of course with a group of highly sexual women, who've had one or two glasses of wine, the discussions quickly turned to how we like to be sexually satisfied.  Boy did it run from the mundane, to the very bizarre as far as sexual interests were brought out into the open.  During our conversation the slaves were allowed to listen, while they worked.  It was fun watching them squirm with anticipation as the conversation got hotter and hotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the women got to play and take the slaves for a ride (literally) and I'll go into more detail tomorrow - it's late, and the state of the union address has put me to sleep, and made me lose my mojo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-5427278908814375274?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/5427278908814375274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=5427278908814375274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5427278908814375274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/5427278908814375274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2007/01/hot-bi-sexual-experiences-this-weekend.html' title='Hot bi-sexual experiences this weekend!'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-1520678013012628283</id><published>2007-01-20T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:06:08.655-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real submissive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true slave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake domina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='femdoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loser'/><title type='text'>Training a slave for my enjoyment....</title><content type='html'>Unless and until I've trained you, stop telling me that you're an experienced slave!  What are you experienced in?  Unless we've been together, you know absolutely nothing about me, or even in what ways I enjoy being served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you've played with a pro-domme a few times in her dungeon, it doesn't make you qualified to be slave material for ME to play with.  Maybe if you'd said this statement 10 years ago, when I was just a slip of a lass, AND when the only dommes around were SERIOUS players, who although they charged for their sessions, happened to all be lifestyle dominas, it would have then meant something.  However, going by today's standards, and how many thousands of women have decided to "cash in" on "playing" dominant, bitchy, aggressive and kinky... sheer quantity, does not equal quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of these women online, don't even have a clue what it is, that THEY themselves want.  How can they possibly train you, if they haven't even taken the time to get to know themselves inside and out, and figured out what turns them on, makes them tick, gets their mojo flowing, or stimulates not only their minds, but their libidos!  It's so STUPID!  For the majority of the women on the net today, they're looking to cash in on a fast buck, taking advantage of really stupid men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is so fixated on his own FANTASY, that he gladly reiterates it, usually verbateum, as to how he's played it out in his mind for the last 10-20 years.  He knows what words &amp; actions will stimulate his orgasm, and the more stupid creatures among them, are only to happy to spill their guts to the "domme of their dreams".... while handing over several crisp one hundred dollar bills.... D'Oh!!!  She, like a good actress, then plays it back to him, or if they're in a session, and his thing is "OTK spanking", she puts him over her knee, and spanks him, and if she's any good, she'll remember the key phrases that he's dropped in on the conversation, while he's trying to force the session along to his liking.  So, yeah he got what he originally wanted, I guess.. to achieve orgasm (hopefully) while being spanked, (and yanked along) by a woman who turned him on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's hardly being submissive, or a slave, is it?  It's also got nothing to do with female domination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you come along to ME, now not only do I have to train you to stop wanting the thing you think it is that you want, but because you've honed your day-dreaming jerk off fantasy so well and for so damn long, you may not realise that in the long run, my way of true dominance will actually pay off.   I mean you really have no idea of other things that may induce off the wall orgasms, because you never get out of your box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who have been essentially paying to have your fantasy re-created are really not submissive, nor slave potential at all.  You're also more than a little dumb, because this fantasy that you've created in your head for so long, can never truly be pulled off in reality.  Reality is never as good as fantasy... that's why it's fantasy.  Trust me on this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard a drug addict say that they keep doing it because they want the feeling of their first high to return?  Well that's not going to happen either, but still they keep chasing it - hoping that the fantasy of it, will trump their reality.  Not so.. their reality is usually so fucked up, and they're at their utmost bottom, but still here they are thinking there is a small chance that the fantasy can be achieved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.. for all you guys who have gone from domme, to domme, to domme, and tried unsuccessfully (which doesn't mean you didn't cum.... it just means it wasn't *as* good, as you *think* it could have been)... you need to leave the fantasy behind, and open yourself up to actually learning what it is the domina in question has in store for you, and what rocks her world.  When you cum from that.... that will be your new high, your new reality, your new fantasy, and you will actually be a slave to her, in the true sense of the word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you start thinking about ways in which you can please your domina, and how if last night you think you really rocked her world, figuring out how to make it rock even better next time you see her, then you're living a submissive's life.  When you get goose-bumps from knowing that you made her smile &amp; wondering if she'll reward you in her own special way later, that's when you are truly her slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember though - the dominatrix that you choose needs to truly be a domina, and not just "fantasizing or playing" at being one to make a quick buck!  The real domina will probably not be interested in "weak", or "stupid" or "mindless" men.  She will have a sharp, keen intellect and will want her slave to match or exceed hers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong men, with good character and of fairly good intelligence should apply here!  I will make sure that everytime you're with me, you will rock my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could come up with some kind of a test that everyone has to take in order to publish anything that suggests they are a femdom, or into female domination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-1520678013012628283?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/1520678013012628283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=1520678013012628283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1520678013012628283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1520678013012628283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2007/01/training-slave-for-my-enjoyment.html' title='Training a slave for my enjoyment....'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-1514467521218116637</id><published>2007-01-09T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:07:31.172-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real submissive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotel encounter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dildo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strap on sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facesitting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussy worship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><title type='text'>Fucking HOT morning!!</title><content type='html'>I played with an old friend this morning who was in town and staying downtown at the Hilton.  We've not seen each other for over 2 years, but keep in contact via e-mail, and phone when we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed up at his hotel room door around 10ish this morning, and underneath my wool coat I only had on a black leather bra, black leather panties, black seamed stockings and black peep toe high heels.  In my messenger bag I had a strap on, wrist restraints, a new pair of stockings, my red lipstick and a paddle hair brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he opened the door, he was a little disarmed - he knew I'd been working out and losing weight, but he said he didn't realise that there would be such a dramatic change in me...!!  Well going from a size 22/24 to a size 12 I guess is pretty drastic if you haven't seen me in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it's all for the better.  Where there was flab, there is now muscle - I still have some belly fat that I want to lose, but my legs and especially my thighs - look awesome - toned, strong and muscular.  My arms, back and shoulders are also nicely toned from lifting weights and tae bo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just from riding down there on the subway at 9am in the morning, when the trains are still packed, had gotten me a little wet, knowing that I had basically nothing on under my duffle coat!  I actually didn't sit down because my coat would have slipped up way above my thighs and given everyone a free peep show, so knowing that also, turned me on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slid my coat off, and forced him down onto the bed, on his back.  I pulled his robe off, and straddled his chest, pinning his arms under my knees.  Did I mention this friend has a *thing* for stockings?  I played with the stocking tops, snapping them against my thigh, while adjusting them, all the while, watching him... watching me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he could feel my pussy dripping through my panties, and I couldn't help but pull my panties to the side, and slip two fingers up inside myself.  I pulled them out and stuck them in his mouth.  That's all it took - watching him sucking my cum off my fingers suddenly caused me to Whoosh, and I couldn't help but slide and grind myself onto his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unsnapped the crotch of my panties, and pulled them off, and positioned myself over his head.  I pulled my thighs in tight, gripping his ears, and sat down on his face.  I told him that I was feeling rather lazy, and demanded that he put his hands on my ass cheeks, and raise me up and down on his face.  Within a few minutes I was so bloody wet, that I couldn't help but hump the hell out of his tongue and nose.  As I got close to cumming, I reached into my bag and pulled out the new pair of stockings.  I slid my hand into one of them, and wrapped it around the head of his cock, and used the other one to tie up his balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I continued to ride his face, I made him jerk off for me.  God I love watching a man so totally turned on, rub his cock, and hear him beg me for release.  I adjusted my legs so that while I was sitting on his face, staring at his cock, my legs were on top of his stomach, and he knew he could touch his cock against my stocking clad legs.  He begged and pleaded, and I got wetter and wetter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I'd cum again from fucking his face with my pussy, I restrained his arms behind his head, and spread his legs.  I slid his cock into the one stocking, and removed the tie from his balls, putting that like a ball gag in his mouth, and tying it behind it his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then put on my vibrating two way strap on (so I'm being penetrated also) and I climbed between his legs.  I pulled my tits out of my bra, and bent over, so that his cock was between my titties, and I could hump him, by sliding my body up and down against his.  I was also able to pinch, and slap his cock, and tease him by masturbating myself, and jerking off the big black strap on cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cock was totally oozing through the stocking, and he kept saying he didn't know how much more of this he could take.  It was SO HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my red lipstick out of my bag, and put it on him.  I then straddled him again, and had him deep throat my cock, as he went further down on the dildo, the dildo went further inside of me.  By this time, the insides of my thighs were just a gooey mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got totally into humping him, fucking his face, and watching and listening to him beg for it up his ass, was just too much for me to take, so I had to let him have it!!! LOL..  I climbed back between his legs, and forced my body hard up against his, I used my cum as lube, and within the seconds, my cock was sliding up his tight little hole with no problem.  The deeper it went in him, the deeper it went into me, and vibrating against my clit was sending me over the edge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came buckets, and told him he could cum too.  He wound up shooting his load all over my stomach... and later, I made him lick it off ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a totally hot morning, and one that I very much needed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-1514467521218116637?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/1514467521218116637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=1514467521218116637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1514467521218116637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/1514467521218116637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2007/01/fucking-hot-morning.html' title='Fucking HOT morning!!'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-9014363379908679972</id><published>2007-01-05T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:08:16.178-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more femdom sex.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>So no doubt a lot of you pervs made new years resolutions -- some of you probably vowed you'd QUIT looking at porn, or being involved in the femdom community, but as it's now the 5th of January, I'm sure you've already blown that resolution.  Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a surge of new members at my local gym starting around Thanksgiving, and it was hard to get into classes over the holiday period, and forget about getting a treadmill or elliptical machine over the last 4 days, but voila -- today there was hardly anyone there!  LOL.  I'm thrilled, because I'm not the most patient person in the world, and being a primadonna, had to stop myself commanding guys to get off the machine so I could use it -- because of course, my health and well being is SO MUCH MORE IMPORTANT than theirs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the regular strippers &amp; sex workers were back conducting business on their cell phones while climbing the stair machines ~ they obviously have been working pretty hard over the holiday season, when it seems many more men can use the excuse that they're "going shopping" to get some time away from their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some new resolutions for myself -- getting better at being organized is #1.  I have ADD, so it's always hard for me to get things together, or finish things that I've started - especially mundane, day to day things, that bore me, or don't stimulate me mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to get online more often.  I haven't checked my email since before Thanksgiving - so of course when I log on, and my ADD brain sees thousands of e-mails, I freak out, and can't quite get it together to sort through them, and delete/file/respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another big one that you'll all love, is that sexually, I have to take MORE time for me.  Getting healthy has been top of my priority since last summer, and again because of my ADD, I can hyper-focus on one thing only, but then that's it!  SO, I'm going to be on the prowl for new conquests, and ways to expand upon my lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live in Maryland drop me a line -- let's play!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-9014363379908679972?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/9014363379908679972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=9014363379908679972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/9014363379908679972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/9014363379908679972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-116371637893887607</id><published>2006-11-16T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:09:02.649-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Yep it's me again!!</title><content type='html'>God it's been a while - I spent most of September overseas in Greece furnishing my new abode!  I have some exciting news also - I've kept up my workout schedule, and in just 3 months, that's 12 weeks, I've lost 40lbs!!!!  YEAH!  I feel so good.  Totally on top of the world, and ready to tackle anything!  I'm not done yet, and I'll certainly never be a toothpick, but I would like to lose at least another 25lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of all that weightloss, I've had to buy an entire new wardrobe, which wouldn't be so bad, but none of my old fetish clothing fits me, so I'll have to put some money aside to splurge on some kinky wear!  Right now, I'm pretty much in workout clothes always, unless I'm laying by the ocean in my bathing suit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jules really got me inspired, and taught me to love spinning, and boy it's still my favourite thing to do at the gym, but now I also love lifting weights, using the elliptical trainer and the treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Jules (from msjulie.com) she unfortunately is in hospital and I'm on my way to visit this evening.  She was brutally attacked by a rottweiler dog while she was horseback riding this past weekend.  It's so bad, they actually at one point talked about her losing her hand!  They've scaled that back to severe tendon damage, and she will need surgery - but she's not going to lose any limbs or body parts thank god.  She doesn't know this yet, and hopefully she's not online, or able to read this, but her horses injuries were so bad, she was put to sleep a few days ago.  Her friend Lisa has been awesome about taking care of all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got shitloads of mail to get through, and I want to work on my yahoo group a bit, so I'll update this further tonight, or tomorrow... and this weekend, I'm shooting some new pictures so look out for those!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-116371637893887607?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/116371637893887607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=116371637893887607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/116371637893887607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/116371637893887607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2006/11/yep-its-me-again.html' title='Yep it&apos;s me again!!'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-115705176730693290</id><published>2006-08-31T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:09:56.355-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meetup in dc'/><title type='text'>Shit, where have I been??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;God, it's been EON's since I posted, and a ton of stuff has happened in between ~ so let's get you up to speed a bit.  In May I decided that I wanted to travel some, and perhaps purchase a second home, so I took off out West, and spent a few weeks in the Vegas / Reno areas checking out homes, schools, parks, shopping etc.,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Around May 28th I took off home to Ireland &amp; England to visit friends &amp;amp; family and show off my kids.  At the end of June, from there, I went to Greece with my reunion class, and I fell in love with the place.  Stayed there for 7 weeks!  Found a home, bought it, furnished it, came back to the states.  It's literally 40 steps away from the beach, and gorgeous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been taking care of some stuff here, (bills, yard, car maintenance etc.,) and will be flying back to Greece somewhere at the end of beginning of Oct to pay some taxes, and open bank accounts etc.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since I've been back here I've been working out like a maniac ~ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msjulie.com"&gt;Jules&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has had me "spinning" 4 times a week in a basic class, and has been bugging me that I'm now ready for her advanced spinning classes --- Me, I don't think so!!  I have lost 6lbs in 3 weeks, so that's a bonus.  God knows, I feel like I'm dying everytime I get on those fucking bikes, and after the one hour class, I'm dead.  I'm soaked through, my legs are like jello &amp; I'm literally seeing stars ;-)  Don't even get me started about how sore my arse is, BUT(T), it has to be good for me, right???  Today I had a session with a personal trainer who took me through a circuit of weight training, on those machines.  I did all my upper body and lower body work outs, and am such a weakling up top -- I can only use about 20-30lbs of weights on my arms, but my legs - they are SO Strong - I am able to leg press 200lbs!!! (Must be all that wrestling I do in my spare time)!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, it's kinda nice to be back, of course it makes me want to get involved in all this stuff again ~ I do miss bossing people around, and having people at my beck and call ;-)  so stay tuned.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-115705176730693290?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/115705176730693290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=115705176730693290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/115705176730693290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/115705176730693290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2006/08/shit-where-have-i-been.html' title='Shit, where have I been??'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-114599374740383751</id><published>2006-04-25T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T16:53:41.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious!</title><content type='html'>Absolutely fucking hilarious!  What a good laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-114599374740383751?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://thepissedkittycometh.blogspot.com/' title='Hilarious!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/114599374740383751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=114599374740383751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114599374740383751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114599374740383751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2006/04/hilarious.html' title='Hilarious!'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-114599258566758899</id><published>2006-04-25T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:16:25.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets of a Sex Blogger: Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sexblogthis.blogspot.com/2006/04/bliss.html"&gt;Secrets of a Sex Blogger: Bliss&lt;/a&gt; -- pretty hot and well written blog from a couples perspective....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-114599258566758899?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://sexblogthis.blogspot.com/2006/04/bliss.html' title='Secrets of a Sex Blogger: Bliss'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/114599258566758899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=114599258566758899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114599258566758899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114599258566758899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2006/04/secrets-of-sex-blogger-bliss.html' title='Secrets of a Sex Blogger: Bliss'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-114599097584478997</id><published>2006-04-25T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T14:49:35.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Spring Break..</title><content type='html'>I guess I forgot to mention that I was leaving for Florida that next morning... just got back late last night, and what an awesome time I had.  Sun, Sea, and Sex... my favourite things ;-)  It's beautiful just bobbing around in the ocean, and reading in the sun.  I had a really relaxing time of it.  Believe it or not, it was actually nice to have some quality time with my husband -- he does get neglected now and then ;-) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some very romantic evenings and watched some pretty sunsets and sunrises ;-)  I think I only logged onto my laptop maybe twice!!!!  Hows that for a self proclaimed addict?  I'm normally on it at least 4 hours or more a day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't think about my whole "other" life while I was gone at all.  Surprise surprise!!  However, now that I am back, I'm pretty excited because it seems &lt;a href="http://www.msjulie.com"&gt;Jules&lt;/a&gt; is going to have one of her infamous Memorial Day (weekend) parties!  YEAH!  I'm totally hot for that! Lots of submissive men roaming around, serving women from gorgeous antique silver trays, bartending, and giving many services such as foot rubs, suntan oil dispensers, back rubs, and being used for stools, whipping posts, and waste recepticles ;-)  Can it get any better than that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to go over for dinner tonight and help her iron everything out!  Will keep you posted... I will be bringing my own guests ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-114599097584478997?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/114599097584478997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=114599097584478997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114599097584478997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114599097584478997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-from-spring-break.html' title='Back from Spring Break..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-114503681850064189</id><published>2006-04-14T13:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T13:46:58.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyeties...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So last night was alright.  I met Bill first at 8pm, and we had a nice hour chatting.  Then came Marissa... only marissa looked nothing like 'her' photo.  Marissa turned out to be quite dull, and only interested in one thing.. unfortunately for her, I was NOT interested.  However, before I could tell her I wasn't interested, Marissa left while I was dancing with Rain.  Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I get online today and get all this e-mail from Benny - Remember the Eyetie?  Well I'm thinking of seeing him again, so I was chatting to him on IM a few days ago.   Apparantly his now EX-girlfriend, found my blog, and was not a happy chappy that there were photos of poor Benny performing Aussie Kisses on us!  Luckily (or unluckily) there were none of him laying on the bathroom floor getting pissed on over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh the drama of it all.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-114503681850064189?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/114503681850064189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=114503681850064189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114503681850064189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114503681850064189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2006/04/eyeties.html' title='Eyeties...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-114479255382717939</id><published>2006-04-11T16:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T02:04:07.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday... April 11th..</title><content type='html'>Well, got done at the Dr's for my annual pap smear. Fuck that is uncomfortable. They left me lying on the table, naked with just a paper fucking sheet over me, in a freezing office, with tiled floors for about 40 minutes before they came back! That's fucking Kaiser for you. Got the boobs checked while there. Apparantly it's a new thing that when they pap test you, they take an extra culture for std tests. It's probably a good idea, however this only reaches women... when are they going to have something mandatory that when a guy goes in for a physical, or an injury, that they automatically pull a piece of his penis off for testing?? I might just want to get into the health field if I could be the one pulling pieces off.... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would venture to take a guess that most women are more stringent about taking precautions while having sex. Me, I only ever have intercourse with women I know, or my husband, however, that's not to say that when I'm sitting on some guys face, I couldn't pick up something that way.... EEEEWWWWH! Creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been online for the last two hours instant messaging. Some of you are totally fucked up! Others - you need some pointers - do NOT tell me the same fucking things over and over.. "Mistress I just got back from Korea, and I'm going to Australia, and I like to drink beer and play pool"... YAWN, YAWN... get a life. Even if I did, which I don't, like beer and pool, I'd never tell anyone that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you really expect out of hundreds of IM's weekly that I'm going to remember saying hi to you previously? Get a life! And write something interesting. If 15 others are IMing me, and you just write Hi, do you really think I'm going to go WOW, now there's someone I want to get to know better?? I really should start pasting them into my blog, just for the laughter factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, you are not all DWEEBS... talked to at least two guys today, that I am actually going to make plans to see. I WILL TAKE MY CAMERA ALONG! I'm fixated on the cock sucking thing right now... however, unfortunately the sissy thing tends to go along with it, and that doesn't really grab me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE DIALOUGE BELOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: Ms Nicole.............i'm from Harrisburg&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: is that you in the pic?&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: sucking cock?&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: I wish.......................although i do have pics like it&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: send me a pic of you&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: did you get it Ms Nichole?&lt;br /&gt;You have received 1 file from tsmarissasinn.SuckDildo2.jpgOpen (Alt+Shift+O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7111/2227/1600/SuckDildo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7111/2227/320/SuckDildo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: has anyone ever told you, that you look like meatloaf?&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: no................&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: i hope that you might be interested in playing&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: well besides the lips around the cock, there isn't much of a similarity between the pics after all..&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: if you looked like the chick in the photo... does she have a dick?.... then I"d be on you like a hot potato!&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: i know.................you're right about that................i would love pics of me sucking a real cock..............&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: i don't know if she has a dick or not&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: I would love to take you out and ho you out&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: i would love that......................sucking real cocks for y ou&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: so how come you're home at such an early hour? Do you work?&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: yes.............i finish around 4 pm...........don't live from from work&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: have you ever ho'd anyone out?&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: yes, several times before&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: it's getting harder now a days to get people to pay for cock sucking though..&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: really?&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: they want free cock sucking.. and while it's fun, it's better if you're working for your mistress..&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: yes......................would love to be a cocksucking slut at a party sometime.................love a facial too.............&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: well why don't you come down on Thursday night and meet me in Frederick?msnichole_2002: I may bring someone along whose cock you can suck for me..&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: ok.....................where in Frederick?&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: i'd love to suck to please you....................&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: Pastimes Cafe.. do you read my blog at all? &lt;a href="http://www.msnichole.com/blog.htm"&gt;www.msnichole.com/blog.htm&lt;/a&gt; msnichole_2002: I take it you're clean and disease free?&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: i haven't yet&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: yes...................&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: how do you prefer your cocksucker to suck..........condom or bareback?&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: bareback&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: do you have a problem with that?&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: how old are you?&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: NO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: good..&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: I'm 39&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: how do I know you are serious?&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: will be 40 in june&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: would you like my home number?&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: areyou single?&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: brb - gotta go to the loo&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: single............................when in frederick?&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: maybe 9pm at pastimes cafe?&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: but meet me in the hotel lobby, just outside the cafe&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: what hotel so that i can find the address&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: Or I could do 7pm? go to pastimescafe.com - it's in the hampton inn I think&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: i could do 7&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: what height weight are you?&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: 5'11&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: 265&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: do you have slutty clothes, or should we go shopping together for some?&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: i can bring some with me if you want&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: yeah that would be good, bring a bag, and makeup etc., with you&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: where will we go to change?&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: Here's my number -- 301-555-**** cell.&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: it's in a hotel...&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: if we click, we'll go upstairs and play&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: cool..........................&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: I'll let you know the time tomorrow for sure&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: ok...............is this a definite............either 9 or 7, or is there a chance that it won't happen?&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: besides cock sucking what else are you into&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: it's a definite, just have to figure out what and where I'll be before hand&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: cum, being made into a girl, strapons, golden, would love to be put on hormones..............just want to become a sissy girl............please men and women.............i adore being at the whim of a dominant woman...............&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: what have you done in real life before?&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: visited some professional domme...............unfulfilling, have sucked at adult bookstores with condoms, but not at the direction of a domme..............dying to suck bareback and feel and taste a man's cum&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: i'm guessing that there isn't a gay bar (i read your blog - while you were in the loo) , so how would we find a real cock.&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: i would love to look like this girl...................she is lucky......&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: are you still there?&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: hang on&lt;br /&gt;You have received 1 file from tsmarissasinn.ShannonA1.jpgOpen (Alt+Shift+O)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7111/2227/1600/ShannonA1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7111/2227/320/ShannonA1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: doing my blog and answering like 15 other IMs&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: ok&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: I'll be bringing another guy along who has never had his cock sucked I'm guessing by a sub male&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: really..................i hope it's a nice cock.........mmm&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: he's also sub..&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: I wouldn't know.. I've never seen it.. but one cock is pretty much like anyother cock..&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: ok.................i never asked if you liked playing with sissy girls like me?&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: not my biggest favourite thing in the world, but directing cock sucking action makes up for it. It's a little boring, dressing YOU up, putting on YOUR makeup.. do you see my drift?&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: glad to hear that.......................i could come with lingerie on already under drab male clothes and light makeup on, less for you to do?&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: PERFECT! sounds good..&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: so what was up with the pro domme you went to?&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: it was on a visit to NYC, there very much into money only.......even heard how they weren't really domme on the outstide world........................&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: who told you that? the domme?&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: yes...............and would say they couldn't get another male involved......................seemed to not care for that&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: wow, that's kinda sucky&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: how did you choose her?&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: from a website?&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: yes it was....................internet.............yes&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: can be difficult to find a domme woman that wants to just play, not professional, and likes bi men.............even if they want to be a girl.&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: why is that?&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: just seems hard to find a real open-minded woman like that...........and then mention dressing and maybe liking the whole cuckhold thing..........it can be tough&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: ok well I'm going to get going, it was nice talking to you, and I'd like you to send me an e-mail with your phone number, and a reminder that we're going to meet on Thursday evening at some point..&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: also can you e-mail me the pic that shows in your profile?&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: ok....................to your yahoo address.............and yes, i am anxious for Thrusday and I understnad that it is a definite, just a question about time&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: yes to &lt;a href="mailto:msnichole_2002@yahoo.com"&gt;msnichole_2002@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsmarissasinn: ok...............ty Ms Nichole..........i look forward to Thursday in Frederick......................have a great night&lt;br /&gt;msnichole_2002: thanks! bye slut..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO AS YOU CAN SEE, sometimes it does work out.  Bill if you're reading this, you may end up being the "other guy", unless someone else e-mails me and wants to show up for some kinda gang bang party where marrisa the slut can service everyone.... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-114479255382717939?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/114479255382717939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=114479255382717939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114479255382717939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114479255382717939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2006/04/tuesday-april-11th.html' title='Tuesday... April 11th..'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-114472179387977595</id><published>2006-04-10T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T20:09:47.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cock suckers wanted!</title><content type='html'>God I've been having more fun than should be allowed! I have been chatting with this little slave wannabee online, and over the last few days I've been making him do crazier and crazier things online for me... performing on webcam, with a double headed dildo, sucking his own cock!!! and deep throating a pepsi cola bottle to name a few. The boy can actually put his legs up in the air, over his head, and suck his own dick! He apparantly also loves the taste of his own cum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, I made him go to the gay district last night and meet me outside of the gay stripclub in DC. I got in the back seat of his car, and we cruised the block. I told him that when the club lets out, there's going to be lots of cocks that want attention from his little white cracker ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, within minutes this one old white guy approaches his car. The guy wants to know what I'm doing in the backseat, so I tell him that I'm there to direct my little cock sucking slave boy on how to give really good blowjobs, and that I want to watch. He obviously has no problem with this scenario as he gets right into the front seat. We drive over to a parking spot, and I tell my little cocksucker to get the other guys pants unzipped, and get to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old guy reaches over, and is stroking my little slut, while he gets his cock sucked good and hard. The old guy starts panting, when he feels just how well hung my little slut actually is, and within seconds, he's spewing his load of cum all over my little white boy slut. That was fucking hot!!! I wasn't quite satisified though. We cruised around a bit longer, and I saw two black guys coming out... they were guys that I'd seen there before when I was at Zigfields (before it closed down) and I motioned for them to come over. I explained that I wanted him to become a pro at cocksucking, and that we were out that night, hoping to find cocks for him to suck... they were very interested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One got in the front seat, and one joined me in the back. The first guy was quick to unzip his pants, and grab my little slut by the hair, and shoved his dick into his mouth. Pretty soon the guy sitting next to me was getting hotter and hotter watching the action, and pulled his dick out of his pants, so he could jerk off while watching. I was pretty turned on by all of this! I think in general black guys last longer than white guys, so I'm sure my little cocksuckers jaw and mouth was pretty sore by the time this guy blew his massive load over his face. The guy in the back seat told him he wanted to stand up and fuck his face, so he stood outside of the car facing into the passenger seat. Slut boy was getting his face rammed pretty fucking hard by this guy. Unfortunately, I couldn't take much more, and came buckets myself, with just my finger in my pussy, watching from the backseat. Within seconds the second black guy had also shot his load of cum down my little sluts throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very interesting late night adventure ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-114472179387977595?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/114472179387977595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=114472179387977595' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114472179387977595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114472179387977595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2006/04/cock-suckers-wanted.html' title='Cock suckers wanted!'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-114463856413885883</id><published>2006-04-09T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T19:17:37.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want to play!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am so horny right now!!  I am having withdrawals from playing -- it's been like 3 days ;-)  I am still having a tough time meeting guys who can play when I want and how I want.   So far after almost 2 months on alt.com I've only met one sub.  The rest are all just interested in cyber -- why do they bother joining the site to begin with, if they have no real interest in actually playing in person??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, besides all of that, I've had a busy weekend.  Tomorrow I'm going to go get a pedicure and relax!  Maybe a nice massage while I'm there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where are all the men who'd love to pamper me by giving me a massage, on my feet &amp; back?  Who knows just what that might lead to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I'm off to bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-114463856413885883?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/114463856413885883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=114463856413885883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114463856413885883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114463856413885883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-want-to-play.html' title='I Want to play!!!'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-114461169717832189</id><published>2006-04-09T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T05:19:24.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What you should know about me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I get asked over and over some of the same questions, time and time again.  Therefore, I’ve decided to put together the digest version of my life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would consider myself a lifestyle dominatrix.  I’m interested in female supremacy, and men doing what they can to promote women, whenever, and wherever they can.  I believe that in most industries women get the short end of the stick, and in general are often not treated with respect, or dignity.  I think that men who wish to follow a femdom lifestyle, should learn ways in which to incorporate the advancement of women.  I think that at home men should treat women like queens, and pamper them silly.  The woman in your life should not have to lift a finger if she doesn’t want to, and should be able to give clear and concise orders to you, that are followed out without any grumbling on your part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I firmly believe that women everywhere should take unyielding control of their men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really gotten very involved in the whole Black Rose, or Crucible thing, in the DC area, only because a lot of what I believe isn't really practiced there.  They are definitely more into BDSM.   About 13  years ago I went to every Tuesday night meeting and workshop I could get my hands on, to become a pro-domme, and learn as much as I could about BDSM &amp; various fetishes -- rope bondage, whipping, flogging, etc., that were going to be invaluable to my profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found however that it wasn't as service oriented as I would have liked, nor were they too friendly to "pros" ;-)  It also had a lot of political bullshit going on at the time, that I wasn’t interested in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being a pro-domme for about 4 years, I also came to find out that I tend to get off on the whole slavery idea, and having service oriented submissives, who do things to improve my life - whether it's washing my windows, or satisfying me sexually.  Black rose at one point was very against the whole sex infringing upon bdsm, and the Crucible have gone the entire different direction, now having a swingers club; with newbies, who know nothing about bdsm, or female domination, so I don’t really care for it either.  I’ve done the swinging thing in the past, and got tired of fulfilling male fantasies of being with them and their wives.  I would say that I’m also not too into the whole group thing in public, unless it’s with my best friends with benefits.  I’m certainly not into going to a dungeon party with Black Rose members – it’s just not my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just joined clubfem, and will probably try to schedule in one or two munches, to see if they are a group that would be a good fit for me.  I do nothing half way.  I'm an all or nothing type of girl (ARIES) and get crazy involved in something to the max, until I get bored.  Then I move on.  I've done or tried just about everything in the BDSM world, and in the sex dept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as sexually, lots of things at one time or another are appealing to me.  The short list is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very turned on by the forced gay sex, and being able to watch, and or direct it.  Strap on play &amp; forced dildo worship is pretty hot.   When I’m in the mood to dish out pain I like Cock and Ball Torture, trampling, kicking, punching, face slapping, whipping, and over the knee spankings to name a few.  I also at times get off on humiliating my slave especially if I think he’s overstepped his bounds.  I think orgasm denial is essential in training a slave, and I will tease and torment you, all the while keeping you on the edge of orgasm.  After a period of denial, I love milkings, or forced masturbation at my command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also very into being serviced, whether I’m face sitting and smothering you with my pussy and ass, and I love having my feet worshipped, and being given massages, pedicures, or baths.   I’m definitely aroused by toilet play – golden showers, and rimming.  Cuckolding  with cream pies to follow are definitely a hot fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not interested in following a script, or a fantasy that someone else “needs” in order for them to get off.  This is most definitely only about me.  I could care less about what you want, and if you submit to me, you should only want to serve.  In any way, shape or form that I desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a slave in the true sense of the world.  Someone who will learn, explore and follow my orders, and be involved with only me.  Someone who when I call them, will make themselves available to me.  Of course I need more than one.  No one person could seriously fulfill all my wants, needs and desires, so I’m hoping to fill a stable ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think that you have what it takes to become part of my stable of subs, sit down, and write a thoughtful email, telling me who you are, what you are about, and what you’re hoping to learn from this experience.  Make sure you include a picture – after all, you know what I look like, and hopefully after reading my blog (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnichole.com/blog.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.msnichole.com/blog.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;) and my yahoo group (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SexyBBWMistress"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SexyBBWMistress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;) you now know a lot about me!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-114461169717832189?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/114461169717832189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=114461169717832189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114461169717832189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114461169717832189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-you-should-know-about-me.html' title='What you should know about me...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-114443449296378623</id><published>2006-04-07T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:28:12.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uuuuugggghhh... I'm having a shit day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just got off the phone with the DR -- scheduling my annual pap smear test for Tuesday!  God I hate those.  The speculum is always freezing cold, and I never know whether to leave my socks on, or take them off, before putting my feet in the stirrups!!! LOL.  What's proper etiquette?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I hate it when they want to have a conversation with me, while having their head stuck 3" away from my pussy!  I just lay there, hoping for it all to be over quickly...  However, I've often wished I had one of those gyno tables at the dungeon -- it's kinda a comfortable way I'm sure to either fuck a guy in, or have my pussy worshipped for a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on top of this, I ran back into my house this morning to drop off some wine glasses that some nice guy from DC got me from my wish list, and I was only gone about 5-10 minutes, but because I left my door open, when I came out my battery was dead!!  What's up with that?  Do I need a new battery?  This is like the second time in a few months my battery has died on me.  I'm currently charging up some battery thing, to hook up to my car, and jump start it.  I hate being stranded!  Thank god I was at home when it happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, I have a rat in my car.  My kids tend to leave broken crackers, or biter biscuits laying around -- and since it's been cold, this rat has been living in my car, under the car seats.  How do I get him out?  I don't want to do the whole rat trap thing.. that's gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's actually kinda ingenuious -- last week when me and the girls went out, you know after drinking all night you get the munchies?  Well we had bought these chocolate mini eggs - we'd each eaten a few, and Jade had obviously stuffed the bag in the pocket of the passenger door.  Well the other morning when I came out, the bag was all shredded up, and empty and on the passenger seat.  I thought damn, that rat was really hungry!  Then later that day I had to open my glove box for something or another... and every single mini egg was in there!  That rat had obviously carried them one by one into his little hiding place to store them for later.  Now that's smart... I can't go whacking him with a trap after that...  I just want him to stop eating the foam in my seats, and go back to living in my flower bed.  How do I evict him?  Humanely if possible.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-114443449296378623?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/114443449296378623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=114443449296378623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114443449296378623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114443449296378623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2006/04/uuuuugggghhh-im-having-shit-day.html' title='Uuuuugggghhh... I&apos;m having a shit day!'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-114426666334776820</id><published>2006-04-05T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:35:51.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel O Street: Leprechan or Crackhead, you decide</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7111/2227/1600/leprechaun-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7111/2227/200/leprechaun-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ostreethotel.blogspot.com/2006/03/leprechan-or-crackhead-you-decide.html"&gt;Hotel O Street: Leprechan or Crackhead, you decide&lt;/a&gt; -- Can you believe they find these people, and then put them on the news? This was the scariest thing I've seen in a long time! Watch the video! And just an FYI -- I grew up in Ireland, and there were NO black people. Indians yes, blacks no...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-114426666334776820?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ostreethotel.blogspot.com/2006/03/leprechan-or-crackhead-you-decide.html' title='Hotel O Street: Leprechan or Crackhead, you decide'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/114426666334776820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=114426666334776820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114426666334776820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114426666334776820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2006/04/hotel-o-street-leprechan-or-crackhead.html' title='Hotel O Street: Leprechan or Crackhead, you decide'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-114426376332816438</id><published>2006-04-05T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T12:16:40.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Humiliation anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well bright and early this morning I posted to &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SexyBBWMistress"&gt;my yahoo group&lt;/a&gt; :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God I am feeling in a really wicked mood today.  I'd love to verbally,and physically humiliate the fuck out of some worthless piece of shit!  And there must be a lot of you losers on this list, right?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have these pissy days a few times a month, but I think today will be a doozy!  I feel a hunt coming on....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like using, and abusing some pathetic wanker to the max today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AND just like night follows day, I got a barage of e-mails!  One guy I've been trading IM's and e-mails with pretty regularly over the last few weeks wrote immediately.  I knew I'd pushed his buttons alright!   I gave him the following shopping list of items to go pick up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink panties, matching bra, stockings, two shoe laces, a q-tip, slutty pink lipstick, eyeshadow, mascara &amp; a glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I told him to meet me at 11am at Jules' place in Columbia in the parking lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, this pathetic little loser shows up right on time.  He was shaking in his shoes when he got out of the car.  I was a bitch right off the bat, telling him to not even dare glance at me, but to look at the ground, and follow me and my shoes,  into the woods....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I set off at quite a clip, and he scrambled to carry his purchases, and follow me quickly.  About 1/4 mile in, we reached the jail cell and the clearing.  I sat down on the bench at the picnic table, and told him it was now time for him to perform.  I told him to strip immediately in front of me, so I could have a good laugh.  He looked a little startled, but did it without any questions.  As soon as he was naked, and in front of me, I told him to give me the shoe laces first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the first shoe lace I tied up his ball sack, all nice and pretty, and TIGHT.  Then using the next shoe lace, which I could really have cut into quarters and used only a quarter of it, I tied up his measly little sissy cock.  My clit is probably bigger than his teeny weeny cock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I then made him get the pink panties, bra and stockings out of the bag.  I told him to put them on, and then pass me the makeup.  All the time I was insulting him, and the ridiculously small cock.  He himself was pint sized, all of about 5'4 maybe.  I then had him sit down, so I could apply the slutty makeup that he'd brought with him.  I asked him where he'd gone to buy this stuff and boy did he go all out.  He went to the mall, and went into V.Secret and bought the bra, panties, and stockings.  He then also purchased their line of POUT makeup - which is for true sluts!  It's even packaged in a kinda pink, slutty way ;-)  From there he went to CVS in the mall and bought the shoe laces and the q-tips.  He explained that while doing all of this he had a hardon, and while driving over, he had almost cum without even touching himself, just thinking about my orders, and how nasty I'd been to him on Instant Messenger early this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I made him up with heavy eyeliner, eyeshadow, mascara, blush and lippy.  He actually kinda looked more passable as a woman, than as a guy by this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I then told him to open MY bag, and bring me the contents.  Inside my bag was a length of rope, a small buttplug, and a bottle of EROS lubricant.  I had decided already that I was going to make this little virgin ass fucker take the plug up his arse and then I'd tied him to a chair in the jail cell.  So, I shoved him over the picnic table, and got in between his legs.  I lubed up the butt plug, and pushed it against his ass.  While I was pushing, I reached around and tugged on the shoelaces, making his cock spring to attention, and tightening the ball sack.  Within seconds I had the butt plug all the way in.  It was a hole in one.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I grabbed him and brought him into the cell, and told him that I was going to tie him to the chair, and torture him.  Once I had him on the seat, with his panties holding the plug in place, I pulled them down in the front, so I could have access to his cock.  The little head was just like a little turtle poking up out of the water.  I then grabbed a q-tip, and squirted some lube on it, and slid it into his pee hole ;-)  I fucked him with this for a few minutes until he told me he really needed to piss.  I brought the glass to him, and untied his right arm.  I told him to make sure it went into the glass.... he really pissed a lot (while all the time, I was busting myself laughing, because I intended to use every last drop of his piss)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When he was finished peeing, I ordered him to jerk off the head of his cock, because he couldn't get to the rest of it, and told him to also cum in the glass.  No sooner did this loser touch his cock, than he was spurting cum everywhere.  I have to say I was pretty impressed by the load he shot.  Then I told the scumbag to drink it.  All of it.  I could see him wince, I mean now the hardon is gone, it's harder, much harder to accept weird shit like that, and actually do it.  I told him he had 30 seconds to down it, before I took it, tied him back up, and forced it into him, either anally, or orally.  He complied really quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tied him back up anyways, and decided I'd let him sweat.  I picked up all of his clothes, and his car keys, and told him I was going back up to the house, and was going to have lunch, and answer my e-mail, and write in my blog.... and here I am... ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Should I leave him there all night???  I wish I had brought my digital camera, but I was in a rush to leave, and totally forgot about it.... damn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-114426376332816438?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SexyBBWMistress' title='Humiliation anyone?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/114426376332816438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=114426376332816438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114426376332816438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114426376332816438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2006/04/humiliation-anyone.html' title='Humiliation anyone?'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-114419755205232216</id><published>2006-04-04T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:39:12.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy, yummy, yummy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a pretty good afternoon, even though I have 3 broken toes :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My foot is still killing me, advil and lots of them, are not helping much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian called around noon to tell me he had taken the afternoon off, and would like to pick me up, and take me out...(If I'd like it also). When he arrived he had a whole picnic in his car, along with a gorgeous flower arrangement, and we drove over to Lake Frank in Rockville.  What is really funny is that I used to go there a lot to take bi slut slaves over there to pick up other men, and offer them their services, so of course when I arrived, I was totally cracking up thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we ate lunch I told him more and more stories of things I'd done previously (or rather made these other men do), as grossed out as Brian was about some of the stuff, he had a major hard on that he just couldn't explain... ???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there he had got me two birthday cards - one blank in which he wrote a lot about his feelings towards me, it was VERY sweet!  He also shared with me that while we were at the park, he was having my car professionally detailed (which was why he asked to pick me up)...  In addition to that, he got my a gift certificate to Westfield Shopping Malls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, being the exhibitionist, and also voyeur that I am, I of course hoped someone would happen by while I was making Brian give me some much needed oral sex.  I relax so much more after a good orgasm or two ;-)  SO, I laid back on the blanket, and he crawled under my skirt ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very nice lunch!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-114419755205232216?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/114419755205232216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=114419755205232216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114419755205232216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114419755205232216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2006/04/yummy-yummy-yummy.html' title='Yummy, yummy, yummy...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-114416175974125079</id><published>2006-04-04T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T10:42:39.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TextPayMe Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.textpayme.com/blog/"&gt;TextPayMe Blog&lt;/a&gt; -- what a great concept!  Now why can't I come up with something like this, and make a fortune?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-114416175974125079?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blog.textpayme.com/blog/' title='TextPayMe Blog'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/114416175974125079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=114416175974125079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114416175974125079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114416175974125079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2006/04/textpayme-blog.html' title='TextPayMe Blog'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-114415947112447295</id><published>2006-04-04T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T10:04:31.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my birthday!!!  YEAH ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I totally forgot about pointing all of you in the direction of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/1I5EGZO86K1AF"&gt;my pressie list!&lt;/a&gt;  Don't worry, I can deal with late presents ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I had a great night last night.  I went over to Jules' place around 6ish with a ton of fresh flowers from Eastern Market, a cake &amp; a couple of bottles of wine from Balducchis.  I found vases for all the flowers, put them all over the house (Jules really needed some cheering up, and she'd chosen to cover somebody elses shifts all day at the gym, on HER birthday)...  While I was doing that Olivia was cooking up an awesome chicken curry with basmati rice for dinner.  The smell was intoxicating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;American's tend not to eat curry too much, and for sure it's nothing like a british curry, but Jules has taught Olivia well in the art of a good curry!  When we go home, we bring back curry powder &amp; cook books just for Olivia to practice with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway Jules got home around 7, and opened all of the pressies we'd gotten her.  I got her a spa treatment at the Red Door in Chevy Chase, and a coach purse that she's been looking for &amp; a jar of the best face cream ever by sheseido.  Olivia got her a gift certificate to her local nail salon, a gift certificate to her favourite hair salon, a pair of really sexy sandals for summer, and a $2,500 american express gift card so she can go get a new spring/summer wardrobe!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, dinner, wine and cake were all great.  I tried to tempt her to come out and meet up with some of her friends, but she had to be back at the gym at 5am, so she wanted a quiet night.  I left around 10ish, and was so horny that I had to make a detour over to Brians, for a repeat of earlier!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And what a repeat it was!  Practice DOES make perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, when I did finally get home a little after midnight, I kicked off my shoes, and promptly walked into a table with my left foot.  I let out such a loud yell that I woke up everyone.  I was in complete agony.  Ice bag, and 6 aspirin later, I was still in agony.  I tell hubby I think that 3 toes are broken, and he says there's nothing the hospital can do for broken toes????  Is that right?  Today, and 4 more aspirin this morning, and I'm still in agony with them.  When I've done this before, it hurts for a bit, but then stops.  I think I may have to go to the emergency room....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-114415947112447295?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/1I5EGZO86K1AF' title='It&apos;s my birthday!!!  YEAH ;-)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/114415947112447295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=114415947112447295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114415947112447295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114415947112447295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-my-birthday-yeah.html' title='It&apos;s my birthday!!!  YEAH ;-)'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-114408830709858485</id><published>2006-04-03T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T14:18:27.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>G-spot climax...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's my birthday tomorrow!!!!  AND, I'm so excited.  I'm like a kid in a candy store.  No matter that I'm going to be a whopping 34, I'm still thrilled!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian was so sweet today.  I made him take the day off work, and I showed up at his house this morning around 8ish, were I went directly up to his room and climbed into his bed.  I laid on my stomach and made him give me a great back and butt massage.. god I love to have my back and arse scratched.... it makes me purrrrr like a cat ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we've been together a few times, he is getting much better at the pussy worship and rimming thing.  I love telling him exactly how to do it, and love directing his head by pulling on his hair, or ears!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole showing him my pussy up close and personal, and showing him how I like to use a dildo &amp; vibrator to satisfy that need for a hard cock inside me.  It was so hot making him jerk off, almost to the point of cumming, and then making him stop, and keeping him on the edge the whole time until I came buckets.  I'd brought my g-spot vibe with me today, and totally squirted on his cock when I came - it was a whole cum/pee mixture, and it just kept spurting from my cunt while I climaxed!  It was AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done, he took me to La Miche in Bethesda for lunch.  I had the best french Cassoulet ever.  It was an awesome day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be even better... cause it's my birthday!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-114408830709858485?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/114408830709858485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=114408830709858485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114408830709858485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114408830709858485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2006/04/g-spot-climax.html' title='G-spot climax...'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22584055.post-114400603342138820</id><published>2006-04-02T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T15:27:13.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poly....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been thinking a lot about my personal lifestyle recently, wondering were I fit in, in the label department.  I'm bi.  I'm a big believer in female supremacy, and I believe that you can have different relationships that fulfill different needs.  Do I need a label? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.villagevoice.com/people/0614,taormino,72721,24.html"&gt;Big Love on HBO &lt;/a&gt;is promoting a healthy poly lifestyle, which I'm sure the mormons are not happy about.  A lot of swingers I've met tend to think that they are living a poly lifestyle, only they center it completely around sex.  They tend not to socialize or have primary relationships with the other person(s) unless it's revolving around sex.  To me, there's a big difference between swinging, and living a poly lifestyle.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyweekly.libsyn.com/"&gt;Polyamory weekly &lt;/a&gt;has great pod downloads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess at different times in my life, I have sort of looked for this kind of poly relationship, and before my kids came on the scene, most recently I had a live in girlfriend for about 18 months, and before that had a live in male slave for about a year.  I'm not sure that I want to "parade" this in front of my children, because they didn't make a choice to live in a non-traditional household.  My husband, bless his heart, knew exactly what he was getting into when he married me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22584055-114400603342138820?l=mistressnichole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.villagevoice.com/people/0612,taormino,72575,24.html' title='Poly....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/feeds/114400603342138820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22584055&amp;postID=114400603342138820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114400603342138820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22584055/posts/default/114400603342138820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mistressnichole.blogspot.com/2006/04/poly.html' title='Poly....'/><author><name>Mistress Nichole</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lwTkVeIAsnE/TZ9f95CBF3I/AAAAAAAAAPI/su2lTvMLlzo/s220/boots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
