Nalani Gets Nasty

2011-02-07T21:03:00.000-08:00

You know I’m and little slice of Heaven… and sometimes hell, hee hee. I’m an exotic princess who likes to get nasty. And I just love Valentines! Help me celebrate from now until the 14^th with my special sexy deals. I’m selling half hour blocks of talk time for just $39.99 and text sessions for $.75 a minute (10 minute minimum applies) A purchase of either will put you in the running for a sexy pair of panties worn by me and sent to you! And also look for us ladies all Valentines day long in the Erotic Whisperz chat room

Footsie Friday II

2011-01-28T20:21:00.000-08:00

Thanks to everyone who participated last week, no winners though, the color I wore last week was called Opal Chrome. Can you guess this weeks color?

A. Vanishing Venus
B. Mysterious Violet
C. Trianna
D. Lady Death

Remember,

E-mail your answers to nalaigetsnasty@yahoo.com include “Footsie Friday” in the subject or you risk your e-mail being deleted. Send your answer ASAP, a new toe polish pic will be posted every Friday regardless if there is or isn't a winner. Only one answer per e-mail, per week.

This Kitten uses her claws

2011-01-26T11:12:00.000-08:00

My Name might mean “Heavens” but I have always felt that I am angel and a devil. For the last few weeks I mostly have been showing my sweet side, but today the horns came out... and it was delicious.

I had my new little bitch cuffed to the front of my 4 pillar bed, kneeling on the cold hard wood floor, stripped naked. His flabby back was to me and I could see him trembling ever so with anticipation. I made the little bitch tuck his sad little nub between his legs, and while the floor was cold I doubt that had much to do with the disappointing and laughable size of the little dicklette before me. I watched my captive a moment as I stood there in my red, high heeled, lace up, leather boots. Slowly I approached my captive. My leather boots clicking on the hard wood floor, click...click....click...

“Your a little bitch aren't you?” I said to my prey.

“Y-yes Mistress”

“Then bark like one.”

What came forth my little captive's mouth was one of the most pathetic little barks I ever heard. “Do it again, bitch.” with added effort the bark, if you could call it that was still sad, not at all worthy. It amuses me so when I have a little slave barking like a mad chihuahua, but even the daintiest little tea cup chihuahua sounds meaner than what I heard coming from my new prey's mouth. “I was going to give you a collar so that you know your MY little bitch, but that was such a sad show I'll have to tie some bells around your neck because you sound more like a pussy to me!” I turned from my sad little pussy boy and approached my wardrobe, in there I keep many of my more nastier toys. I happen to actually have some cat bells, a friend gave me some cat bells for my 2 little kitties, but I never put them on. I like knowing that my hunters can sneak up on their prey. Still I felt that the bells could come in handy some day.

I slowly walked back to my little pussy boy.... click...click...click... I tied the bells around the pussy's neck. The bells were an even nicer touch than I could have hopped for. Now I could hear the jingle ever so, giving an audible sound to his trembling. After tieing on the Bells I stood behind the pussy, eying his flabby back with disdain. Its been a while since I had a new scratching post, this should do nicely, I thought to myself. I held out my beautiful hands, they are so lovely with their golden, glowing tan, and soft elegant fingers, but the black opalescent lacquer I had on made them look rather sinister all the same. Softly I traced my nails up and down my little pussy's spine, so delicately... soothing even. I could feel pussy's tension leaving his body. That was what I was waiting for. Swiftly I dug my sharp black claws into the pussy's back! Digging into its flabby flesh, the cat bells jingling as it winced with pain. Red streaks of delicious pain trailed down the pussy's back. But I wasn't yet satisfied, I needed to see some blood before I moved on. Digging my claws in even further I retraced the marks I left in the pussy's skin, coldly laughing to myself, as the bells jingled, an audible sign of the pussy's pain. Softly the little pussy groaned as small droplets of blood appeared out of the marks I left. The pussy was breathing heavy now, the bells jingled in time with its breathing. “Now thank me you dickless fagot!”

“Th-thank you Mistress Nalani.” the little pussy breathed.

I smiled as I went back over to my wardrobe. My poor cat o' nine tails hasn't seen much use as of late, time to break it out. I thought it fitting, cat tails for the pussy. I stood behind the pussy, hands helplessly cuffed to my bed post, bells softly jingling. “I think a good trashing is in order.” I spoke as I traced the handle over the pussy's back around its shoulder and stuffed the handle into the pussy's mouth. I let the little pussy gag on it a moment while I tugged hard on its hair, the cat bells jingling as the little pussy strained against my cruelty. It was breathing heavier now, and I know why, I have seen it before, that intoxicating mix of fear and anticipation... and excitement. The bells chimed with the faster rise and fall of the pussy's chest. I jerked the handle out of its mouth and with a thrust released its head. I cracked the cat tails over the pussy's back again and again. Each time the tendrils connected with its flesh came the audible wince from the bells and groan from the pussy's lips. The pain was so delicious, “Please, please Mistress let me put it in you.” Cried the pussy. I could only laugh at its insolence.

“It seems to me that you don't get it, you are MY prisoner and I have no desire for that sad little thing. A disgusting pussy like you will never get to fuck my perfect hole. Now I have to punish you for your impertinence!” I reached for my hard plastic hair brush. A common object but I have found its use to be more than adequate means of punishment. “Stick that fat ugly ass of yours into the air, pussy!” I commanded.

The bells jingled as the pussy pushed its ass towards me, shaking but ready to receive its punishment. The thwacking sound of the hairbrush, the jingle of the bells and the stifled cries of the pussy were like music to my ears. Quickly the pussy's tender ass turned a bright red, but I wasn't done yet. Even though I knew the pussy's ass would be hurting for days to come, I really wanted to drive the issue home. I delivered 5 extra hard whacks to the pussy's ass. “Do you understand that you will never get to put it in me, you are far too, small and disgusting to ever be worthy.” “Ye,yes,” Spoke the pussy, “but, but Mistress please can I cum?” I smiled, “Very well, I will uncuff, my little slave, and we will play a game, you may cum, but you must do it in under a minute, if not than I will punish you further for wasting my time.” the pussy nodded. “Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.”

I stood there disdainfully as the pussy played with its disgusting little baby dick. There must be some kind of correlation with the time it takes for a cock to shoot its load and its length, the pussy squirted all over itself in no more than 10 seconds, pathetic. I'll have to teach this pussy better discipline, but that was enough for now.

“You made a mess, clean it up!” I hate it so much when a loser wants to jerk it front of me, I'll agree to watching if the mood suits me, but its when they blow their load that I hate. They just sit there so proudly and in amazement, as though I am going to congratulate them on their accomplishment. But no, I make them clean it right away, I don't care to see it. So with that the pussy slurped up its own cum and thanked me for the privilege.

How I met my First Sissy part 3: Jack's Confession

2011-01-24T08:07:00.000-08:00

Seems I forgot all about posting the next part of my First Sissy saga, lol. Its hard not to get distracted with things sometimes, but here’s the third part, enjoy :)

oh and in case if you need a refresher, here is part 1 and here is part 2.

So that very same day Jack admitted to wearing women's shoes. He assured me that this was the first and only time he had ever done that, he was just so curious about what his delicate, effeminate feet would like like in a real pair of womens shoes. But I didn't buy that for a second, nobody spends close to $300 on curiosity alone. I let it be though, I'll get his secrets out of him sooner or later. I gave Jack my number and told him we should go out sometime. That weekend Jack called me and we went out on a date. I loved how polite, shy and well, submissive he was. Opening doors, telling me how beautiful I was, paying for dinner, and constantly thanking me for the privilege – I loved it! But he never had the guts to make a move. That never happened to me before. At first I wondered if I should be insulted, but when I thought about it more I just realized that that was what made Jack different from other guys. Other men look at me like a piece of meat put here for THEIR enjoyment – HA! I have always known that I am perfect Princess, remarkable in every way and I was never put here to be some guys bitch, quite the other way around actually. But I suppose I tolerated it to some extent because I just thought that that is how ALL guys were. But what did I know then? I was 18 and just got out of high school and was surrounded by meat head jocks who were always trying to get in my pants. Jack acted as though he was unworthy of me, and I liked it.

We went on 3 more dates, and I was getting horny, time to take matters into my own hands. When we got back from our date I invited myself to Jack's. He started getting really nervous, more than I had ever seen him be. He started to tell me how much he liked me. I knew he had something on his mind but I was getting horny and so I told him just to spit it out. “I'm afraid,” he said. “Afraid that once you know my secret it will all be over...” “A secret like that is like a band aid,” I told him “The less you drag it out, the less it stings.” Jack nodded, and then took a deep breath. “I have something to show you.” He said as he unzipped his jeans. He took his pants off and I nearly died of laughter. He had a little baby dick! It was the smallest thing I had seen with my own 2 eyes. Sure I heard stories even seen some pics on the internet but to be face to face with such a little dicklette – I lost it! I rolled off the bed and even bumped my head on the way down. Jack was utterly mortified, he looked like he wanted to run away but was frozen in place. Then the strangest thing happened his little teeny peeny started to twitch and then stood up straight a full 4 inches (at best). I started cracking up again! It looked even more pathetic hard. Jack started to wince. “What's that face for, you didn't honestly expect me to want such a little prick!” I told him. “N-no,” he whimpered, “but I want... I want to rub it.” “Why would I want to see that?” I sneered. “I know, its my terrible secret, my tiny little baby dick,” Jack started, “I know no girl, especially a girl as stunningly beautiful as you would ever like it. I would never expect a, a Goddess like yourself to touch it but will you please allow me the honor to rub it in front of you?”

A Goddess huh? I like it. No one had ever called me a Goddess before. A knock out, an Angel and even a princess, but not a Goddess before. I certainly was disappointed with Jacks “short comings” and yet I wasn't exactly turned off. Any guy I had ever met before would turn tail and run like I bitch if I ever laughed at their precious family jewels, but here Jack was getting stiff as a nail , literally about the size of one too :P even though he had to be terribly mortified. There was something deliciously wicked about that, and something seductive and intoxicating about wielding such a twisted power over a man. Sure I could make just about any man beg, I’m that hot and I'm that good but most guys would beg for a chance to be at my side not at my feet. It was hot, it was getting me turned on.

By now Jack's sad little dicklette was staring to get all wet. He looked like he was ready to burst, but he held back from rubbing himself. Beads of sweat were forming on his temples, his sweaty palms gripped his shirt, he seemed to be in agonizing ecstasy. And I wanted to see how far he'll go! I sat back down on the bed and looked straight at Jack. I smiled wickedly at him and just the look I gave him seemed to fuel his fear and his excitement. He had no control and damn well knew that! I had on a short little denim miniskirt and a lacy white g-string underneath. I slowly revealed that to him as a spread my legs. Jack was moaning now but he still didn't dare touch his swollen nub. He got to knees and crawled over to the bed. He had never dreamed he'd be this close to my perfect little pussy. I pulled my little g-string off and placed it on Jacks head. “Lick me.” I told him. Just as his trembling tongue was about to connect with my throbbing wet little clit I said “And hands where I can see them.” he groaned but did what he was told and placed his hands on the side of the bed. Jack gripped the bed tightly as he buried his face between my silky golden thighs. Jacks tongue slide into my wet little snatch and licked all the way up to my clit. It really made my pussy shake. His tongue darted over my hard little clit and my pussy got so fucking wet. Jack ravenously lapped up my juices, and kissed and sucked my velvety smooth lips. As wet as I was becoming I could hear Jack moan even louder, he was going nuts not being able to rub his wittle dicky. Denying him turned me on even more. Jack's tongue furiously massaged my clit, it would seem he knew his only hope would be to ensure my orgasm. And not just any orgasm, he tongue fucked me like he wished his little prick could. And for that Jack was rewarded with a juicy stream of my gushing cunt water spraying him in the face. Despite the awesome orgasm I had, Jack was the one moaning the loudest. Just like good little boy he had not yet cum, but holding it back was damn near killing him. “Goddess! Goddess please!” he begged. I smiled, wickedly “Now Jack, who taught you to speak like that? I want a proper sentence.” Jack winced, each second longer I dragged things out the harder it was for him. “G-Goddess Nalani, p-please allow me the honor to cum in front of you.” he groaned. “That's more like it.” I told him, “But don't make a mess you understand.”

Jack nodded as he rubbed his thumb and forefinger over his dripping wet little nub. Nearly instantaneously he spurted straight up into the air and right back down onto himself. It was quite amazing, I must say. “That's quite a mess Jack – now clean it up!” I scolded. Jack began scooping his cum up with his fingers and licking it off his hands, I got off the bed and pulled my skirt down and let myself out.

Footsie Fridays!

2011-01-21T07:28:00.000-08:00

Introducing footsie Fridays! This one is for all you foot guys! Its a very special contest going on. Every Friday I will post a new picture of this weeks toe polish I am wearing, you get a sexy snap shot of my oh-so-suckable-toes and and a multiple choice quiz. The first person to e-mail me the correct color of my toe polish wins an additional 10 free minutes added to their call!(10 minute min. still applies) and the next 2 foot freaks who answer with the correct color get an additional 5 minutes added to their call! You just can't beat that! The weeks winners and the answer to quiz will be posted the following week, along with a new color! I know you like the sound of that.

So with out further ado..... here is this weeks pop foot quiz! The color I am wearing is....

A. Lavender Ice

B. Steel Magnolia

C. Violet Shimmer

D. Opal Chrome

Out with the old and in with the new – selling panties and stockings!

2010-12-27T13:16:00.000-08:00

Well, a new year approaches, time to clear out my undie and sock drawer so I can make room for some new stuff. I have all kinds of panties, stockings, socks etc. Please send me a message and tell me what you are looking for or if you would like a more detailed list of what I am looking to clear out. I am looking to sell my panties for $35 each and my stockings and socks for $15 each, a real steal if you ask me. Please send inquiries to nalanigetsnasty@yahoo.com

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2010-12-13T17:31:00.000-08:00

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How I Met My First Sissy Part 2: Special Delivery

2010-12-11T15:26:00.001-08:00

So I figured out my shy little neighbors name and room number, all I had to do now was come up with a reason to knock on his door. Not that I couldn't just brazenly knock on his door and let myself in, but my neighbor seemed way too shy to handle such forwardness. Lucky for me, 3 days latter on my way coming in the front dusk guy waved me over. Since we're such “good pals” now he wanted to know if I watch the desk while he took a piss. Sure whatever, I told him, and good thing I did. The second he turned the corner the UPS guy showed up. He asked if I could sign for the packages, sure fine. Well after I signed and the UPS guy left me with all these packages I just so happened to recognize a name. Yup that's right, my neighbor had a package, time now for a special delivery. I got on the elevator with the package and that's when I noticed something else. The box was from this place I order shoes from online. Which
was odd to me because that place ONLY sold womens shoes. How very interesting, I had to admit, my curiosity got the better of me, was this really a pair of womens shoes? If so who did he get them for? Does this mean he has a girlfriend? I had to find out. So I took the box back to my room and opened it. And to my amazement was the most perfect pair of dark purple suede strappy open toed shoes! Whoever the bitch was that these shoes were meant for I was jealous of! I mean, totally cute, shy and buys stylish and EXPENSIVE shoes for his girl – I am so going to steal that! I mean, after all, how could there ever be a girl more perfect than me? Surely I deserve this sweet little Jack more than whatever dumb bitch it is who has him. I put the shoes back in the box and marched right on over to my neighbors door, I wasn't about to get shown up by some dumb bitch I haven't even met! Time to find out what makes this Jack kid tick!

I knocked on the door, and he was home. I could tell he looked through the peep hole to see who it was, completely not expecting me he squeaked, “J-just a minuet!” I could just tell he ran to the mirror to check his hair, maybe change his shirt and throw a few things back in their place. By the time he opened the door he was already breathing deep. “Hi, can I come in?” I said I walked right inside. Jack was stunned, dumbfounded, and utterly in awe with me. But he quickly picked his jaw back up off the floor once he noticed his package in my hand. “Oh this? My total bad! I opened the package with out even checking the name, see I thought it was for me, I get shoes there all the time.” Jack looked horrified, “You opened it up!?” “Um yeah, said it was my bad.” but he was beyond mortified that I opened his package. It made me realize that these shoes were for no girlfriend – they had to have been for him. I was intrigued. “you sure have some good taste in shoes.” I told him. “I – I don't know what you mean...” but Jack knew the jig was up. I went and sat down on his couch. “You know, I would have never guessed they were for you, you have some small feet.” Jack perked up, at the compliment. “Yeah, they are pretty small... want to see them?” Jack took his shoes off for me and stuck his foot out for me to inspect. I was amazed, even a tad jealous, he had the most amazing, delicate, womens size 8 feet. Almost more perfect then mine, almost.

“I've...I've seen you around,” Jack started. “you're so beautiful, I, I can't believe you're sitting here on my couch, complimenting my feet.” I smiled, this would be all too easy, but this wouldn't be like other guys I've gone after. Jack was sweet, delicate, effeminate and I knew he had some secrets he was keeping. I wanted to know more. It didn't take too long to find out the rest.

Girl talk with Mistress Eva and Kathy

2010-12-09T13:09:00.000-08:00

What a fun time I had last night chatting it up with Mistress Eva and Kathy, sometimes its just real nice forgetting about boys and sex and concentrating on what really matters: GIRL TALK!

It was so nice of Mistress Eva to introduce me to her special friend Kathy Stanford, a regular subject on Miss Eva's blog. I have to say, Kathy always seemed a little sheepish with me before we really had a chance to girl talk. Coyness is cute for a time but I don't like to beat around the bush, I know little Kathy has lots of secrets, and I like secrets! Perhaps Kathy didn't think I was trust worthy before, but now she's going to have to trust me, now that I have the dirt on her! Hee hee, but sweet Kathy fret not, just because I have the upper hand doesn't mean I want to abuse you. Quite the opposite really, I want to see you through on your journey, your journey through women hood...

Kathy is on her way, I think she has come further than she realizes. She knew all the best places to buy her lingerie and what the best pantyhose to buy are. She even has the shoes right. It was so nice to fantasies about an all day shopping trip – girls only of course! I hope we all get to girl talk real soon!

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Playtime with Dez and Mistress Eva

2010-12-08T22:28:00.000-08:00

What a fun little play date I had the other day. I just so happened to be in Mistress Eva's neighborhood so how could I not pay her a visit? Well Miss Eva had a surprise in store for me! I couldn't believe it but when I sat down for some tea a little man went running by my feet, he was no more the size of a Ken doll. Miss Eva explained to me that he was her new little pet, and she called him Dez.

Dez may be small but he had a big attitude. Its bad enough to get sassy around not just one but two Mistresses, but to get all feisty around 2 Mistresses who are several time your size... well now you're really asking for trouble – tee hee. Mistress Eva showed me her favorite form of punishment, she would put little Dez in a hamster ball and kick him around – LMAO! It was so fun to show this little guy who was boss! Even after kicking him around a few times he still had a little bitty chip on his shoulder, well I showed him! I made a little seesaw with my tea spoon and launched little Dez straight through the air!

Later Miss Eva said I could take Dez's clothes off so I could see his hard little prick, even after all that punishment we managed to get him excited, not so hard to do when you are in the clutches of 2 beautiful Mistresses.

When it was time to go we placed Miss Eva's little pet in her doll house she keeps by her bed, and said goodnight to each other. I hope I get to pay another visit real soon!

How I met my first sissy...

2010-12-05T12:58:00.000-08:00

I know you all want to know, I keep getting asked that. So sit down kiddies time for some more story time...

I was 18 and just moved into my own apartment – FINALLY! I was sooo happy to have my own place, make my own rules and do whatever the hell I wanted and not having to answer to anybody! It was my move in day when I first laid on eyes on my future sissy bitch. I didn't know it then. I never even heard of a sissy before, but there was just something about her. I only caught a glimpse of her in the elevator while I was moving stuff in. Before I fully feminized her she was called Jack then. Jack had this stone washed gray skin TIGHT pair of jeans on, a studded black belt and white t-shirt. He had some of the softest looking brown ear length hair that floated over his beautiful, green eyes that had seductive long eye lashes. His lips full and pink with a sexy little lip ring in the corner. I only saw him float by gracefully before the elevator doors shut and I was carried up to my room, but the image of Jack was burned into my eyes. I wondered, I hoped, that he lived in my building.

A few weeks went by. I was busy unpacking, and getting stuff for the place. I was out a lot trying to meet new people and just live it up, now that I was the master of my new domain. On one particularly late evening I got back home after being snuck into a bar. A little tipsy I stumbled into the elevator. I pressed the button to my floor and leaned against the wall. When I looked up I could see another person get in the elevator with me. It was him! Jack was dressed nearly the same way I saw him the first time, only now his jeans were black. I looked up at him and he blushed. He hesitantly smiled a shy sweet little smile. I grinned back at him. He blushed even more. “H-hi.” he said timidly in a sweet little voice. “Hello.” I said and continued to grin. But then my floor was upo

n me. I got out of the elevator, but not before giving my little Jack a seductive wink. He was blushing so bad, he could hardly look at me. I went to my room and went to bed feeling pretty good. That's twice now

I saw him, he must live in the building. And how sweet and shy was the way he reacted? I'd knock him dead for sure, and love every minuet of it.

The next day I concocted a plan. I sat around by the mail boxes to my building. I waited, chatted up with the front desk guy, and besides you never know when you may need someone like that on your side, so I make it a point to flirt and chat it up with a lot of guys for that reason. But I waited for my shy little neighbor to check his mail. It wasn't too long before I saw him. I could tell he saw me, but pretended not too, he was too shy and embarrassed. He kept his head down on his way to the mail box and quickly got his mail and then got on the elevator. Once he was out of sight I went over to his mail box. Right there it was, all the info I needed, his name and room number. That's how I found out his name was Jack. And he lived 3 floors above me. This was going to get interesting...

My first time with a foot slave...

2010-11-28T12:28:00.000-08:00

I bet all of you are wondering how it happened, so I’ll indulge you.

I haven't lived with my parents since I was 10. My parents got separated, my daddy is a big (and boring) businessman, he was more married to his job than my mom. But she didn't really care, she got knocked up with me and hit the jackpot! My daddy is loaded! So when I was 10 she got fed up with it all and started traveling. My daddy never had much time for me so I was sent to live with my cousins. Even though we live far apart my daddy keeps close by letting me use his credit cards. Once I was old enough I would go shopping at the mall all the time! My other cousins would get jealous of how I got to shop all the time. My one cousin was older than me and she could drive before I could, we made a deal that she would be my little chauffeur if I bought her stuff with my daddy's card. Even after I did learn how to drive, it was still much more fun to make my cousin drive me around everywhere. Daddy got an even bigger promotion when I was 17 and upped my credit limit – yay! So just shopping at the regular old mall was getting boring and so was the town we lived in. My cuz and I started driving further and further out and finally just began to hang out in the city. Which of course had far better shopping than our suburban shit hole. We would get in my cousin's car, with daddy's plastic in hand, and hit up the city! We would hit up all the designer shops and fancy little boutiques. I love indie labels just as much as I like the big names in fashion. Then we would stop take a break at some trendy, chic little cafe and if our feet didn't hurt too much from shopping all day we would keep going. All the girls at school hated us! We were both so hot and had the best clothes around. Knowing that all those stupid ugly bitches were so jealous of us made shopping all the more fun!

So where does my little foot slave come in?

Well there was this one shoe boutique my cuz and I would hit up a lot. They had the best shoes! The sales guy there was around our age,but a little older. I quickly noticed how excited he would get when he saw us coming in, especially me. He would drop everything he was doing and serve me. There were a few times he would completely ignore the customer before me in favor of me. I loved the attention so

much. And it was so fucking funny to watch whatever fat bitch he was waiting on get all pissy and red – HA! I could tell he totally he wanted me, and why not, I'm smoke'n. I would come into the store and he would already have shoes picked out for me, ones he thought I would like. Although I did like them I could tell they were shoes he wanted to see me in. I never had a guy so into what I wore before. It was strange. But I liked it. All the guys in high school were a bunch of meat heads. They only cared that I was hot and they got what they wanted – please! That was never my scene. Its not about what I can do for you, it about what you can do for me! I'm a Princess after all. So this guy had me interested. I could tell it just wasn't the shoes, he was totally turned on by my feet. I noticed the way he would brush his fingers against my toes while helping me try a shoe on. There was a way he would delicately hold my foot, with such reverence... I found myself getting turned on by it. When I had thought about sex, feet seemed like the farthest thing possible... T and A that's what I thought all guys cared about. But this guy wasn't about that. It never occurred to me before that my feet were just as much a sexual organ as my ass could be. It feel so daring and taboo. Only a freak would be into feet... right? But here I was getting moist at the thought of shoe shopping at that store, knowing that in the sales guy's mind he was ravishing my toes! I would start to tease him to gauge his reaction. Tell him how sore my feet were. I could see the lust and hunger in his body and eyes. He so desperately wanted to offer me a foot massage. But what would I think? What would I say? He certainly couldn't be feeling up a customer's foot especially when it made him pitch a tent in his pants. He would make up some excuse about needing to look for something in the back. But it was clear what he was doing. It turned me on that my little toe had so much power. It had the power to turn a man mad with desire. So this became a little game we played for a time. I would tease him and watch his reaction, it would get me moist. Then when I got home I would strip down to my bra and panties, maybe less and put whatever shoes I bought on. Just pulling those shoes out the box, lifting off the lid, pulling back the tissue paper, it all reminded me of the desire I could command... it would send tingles to my pussy. I would sit on the bed and cross my legs as tightly as I could, savoring the feeling. Slowly I would glide my hand down my golden tan thighs and past my delicious calves, squeeze my ankle then rub the arches of my feet. It would send tremors to my pussy! Then I would put my sexy new shoes on. Slowly slide my delicate toes in place. There was suddenly something incredibly sexual about my foot entering a shoe now. And now shoes would never be the same. I would go to school in my heels, the whole time in a state of arousal. My panties would be soaked through each day. I couldn't wait to go back and tease the salesman again.

Finally one day though it got to be too much... I remember it being a Friday. I left for the shoe store alone, with out my cousin. It was getting late when I entered the shop. I strutted into the store and confidently sat down in a chair, waiting for the sales man. The moment the salesman saw me he walked up to the door and locked it. He flipped the open sign to closed announced that the store had closed early. “but I just got here and besides you can't lock up the store with me in here!” I told the salesman. He was breathing deep, I could see perspiration forming on his temples. I demanded to look at the latest shipment of shoes. Told him I wouldn't budge until he brought them out to me. He hesitated a moment before doing so. While he was gone I took off my shoes and waited for him. The salesman returned and tried his best not to look, not to look at my exposed, bare feet. I flexed my toes for him, he was already so overcome with desire. He tried to tell me some crap about the store being closed, that he had to leave soon. But it was just an excuse, we both know he was trying so feebly to resist my perfect feet. He tried to stand up to make his point but before he could I silenced him with my big toe. I pressed it to his lips like a finger. I swear his eyes nearly went crossed, he was so intoxicated by my pretty toes. He sank back on his knees. He breathed deep, breathing in the smell of my succulent feet. I dragged my toe over his lips, pulling his lip down. He sat there perfectly still. I forced my toe into his mouth. He didn't resist but neither did he engage. He just sat there dumbfounded with my foot in his mouth. Then I took my toe and lifted off the lid of the nearest shoe box. With my toe I pointed to the shoe. “put it on!” I ordered. Staring out into space the salesman reached into the box and lifted out the shoe. By now his hands were shaking. I used my toes to brush up against his cheek. “You can't...” he breathed. “I can't what?” I said. “you can't ...keep doing this to me.” he finally said. “ A man...has desire...” “Desire for what?” I asked as I brushed my toes from his cheek to over his lips. It was then his eyes rolled to the back of his head, no longer able to hold back he grabbed my foot and kissed it passionately. He ran his tongue along the soles of my feet, sending quivers up my body. He licked and sucked on my toes until I could take it no more. I pushed his face back with my foot, pretty hard actually. But he was so into it was almost like he didn't feel it. He got the message though and stopped. I traced my foot down his face and kept going, down his chest and over the bulge in his pants. I pressed my feet together, there was just enough room for him to squeeze his cock through. He was in heaven! I rubbed my feet up and down over his cock until he couldn't take in any longer – he EXPLODED all over my feet and ankles. He was so sweaty and out of breath. He nearly fell right over. But I wasn't done with him. “What the hell is this mess you made on me?!” I demanded. He just looked at me dumbfounded, “Clean it! Now.” I then rubbed my foot all over his face and he new what he had to do. He began to look ashamed as he licked his own cum off my foot. But as he licked it up I could tell he secretly savored it. With each stroke of his tongue his shame faded into joy, he loved the taste of his cum mixed with my feet. When it was all done he was glowing, weak from everything. I smiled at him, wickedly. I stood up and picked up the stack of shoe boxes he brought out for me. Without so much as a backwards glance I unlocked the door and left and left with my pile of shoes. I figure I earned it. Hee hee.

Want some humiliation?

2010-11-26T12:00:00.000-08:00

Did you know a lot of fancy department stores with make up counters have free beauty consultations. Basically they will do your make up for free if you schedule an appointment. They do it for free in the hopes you'll buy some make up. So my little bitches here's a little assignment for you, are you girl enough to do it? I want you to find a fancy department store near you and schedule one of those appointments. Do it over the phone, in your best sissy voice. Make the appointment and give a sissy girly name. Schedule it during a busy time, like the weekends, or even better a blow out sale like today, Black Friday. Then I want you to show up in regular clothes like a man. Go up to the counter and say that you have an appointment under the given name. Watch the sales girl gawk as she checks the appointment book. Can you imagine it, the sale girl gives you a funny look, asks you if you are sure, shoots neighboring sales girl a look, as she tries to hold back her laughter. Can you just imagine all the stares and funny looks as you sit there getting your free make over. All the shoppers passing by, pointing, laughing or maybe just looking completely dumbfounded, unable to understand how such a freak lives near them. But that's not all I want you to do. Go ahead and buy something while your at it. The nice sales girl did attend to an embarrassing little bitch like you. When your done walk out with your newly purchased make up and give me a call. I want to hear ALL about it. I'm sure you'll have me laughing my ass off!

Cheap as sin little cock sucking looser

2010-11-22T13:25:00.000-08:00

Can you believe this self servicing little fag? He IMs me thinking he's gonna get a free one! This little cum guzzler tried to get me to look at his humiliating pics of him sucking his own cock, then has the nerve not to call me. Well well well, good thing this little bitch knows what a back button is. Let's play some hard balls, oops I mean hard ball – lol! I'll give this loser a chance to redeem himself, he can call back and apologize, but if he doesn't I’ll be showing his sad face to the world not to mention his name, maybe even his e-mail...

New blog in the family

2010-11-22T12:34:00.000-08:00

Who isn't looking for a good deal these days? After all a penny saved is a penny earned right? Well I would like to call your attention to a new blog, put out by my sisters at Erotic Whisperz. Here you can find specials that each girl is running. Stay tuned for one by yours truly ;) check it out and save a buck!

Nothing like a good moneyslave

2010-11-21T15:21:00.000-08:00

how I love you little piggies! I own your wallet but you sure do know how to make me squeal. I squeal with delight when I get to empty your wallet and fuck you over! I love the sound of money being counted. And I love that you are stupid enough to fork over your hard earned wages to some spoiled little brat like me. But don't worry, your money is put to good use, paying for all my necessities, like my mani's and pedi's, my lingerie and my going out and clubbing expenses. It sure isn't cheap to be a party loving, pampered princess but that’s why I have you to fund my life style. The drier you funds become the wetter my pussy gets. Now why don't you get my pussy dripping by getting me something off my wish list!

Whimsical Fun at the Sissy Tea Party

2010-11-19T08:53:00.000-08:00

I would like to thank the lovely Mistress Eva for inviting me to my first Sissy Tea Party, hosted by Eva every Thursday night 8PM Pacific/ 11PM Atlantic time, in the Erotic Whisperz chat room. It was a delightful little romp in fantasy land. I would to thank Ms.Kate and Kendall for joining us as well, two very lovely ladies. Dez, our little man had a little too much magic brandy and nearly got stepped on, but Eva would never let that happen to her little pet. A shame my new little sissy friend ashton couldn't make it. It was nice meeting chris, sneakin, and Goliath. And to my little sinfulfiend, I would love to get a call from you, I would love so very much to make you into the girl you always wanted to be... Which reminds me, pay online for a session and get 5 extra minuets free!

1-866-687-3717 ext.135

What's your favorite cut?

2010-11-18T08:34:00.000-08:00

Of panties I mean. I just don't know if I can decide. I know this for sure, I HATE those high cut panties! I haven't worn them since I was 5, back when my mother would buy my clothes for me – UGH! I guess style isn't genetic! Anyway, she would get these high cut granny-panny things. I HATED THEM! Clearly a 5 year old doesn't have much exposure to panties, but I just hated how a high waist band looked and felt. I would roll them down, to make them look and feel more like a bikini cut. I just knew people couldn't be serious about wearing these. Imagine my relief when my mother took me clothes shopping one day and I discovered they MAKE bikini cut panties! I thought that was my idea the way I would always roll them down – LOL! I made her replace ALL my panties and buy me all new ones. So bikini cut was it for a time. I remember when thongs were all the rage – they were EVERYWHERE!!! my friends and I would buy them by the boatload, there was always some deal going at the mall. Daddy never did check his credit card bill, or else he would see that his PRECIOUS ANGEL was a teen slut, buying up G-stings like there was no tomorrow! HA! What can I say, I have a weakness for cute panties! But who can resist those boy cut panties! They make even the flattest ass look great! Not that I have that problem – tee hee! So my little sluts, what is your pick? Call me and tell me all about it! 1-866-687-3717 Ext. 135 Pay online and get 5 extra minuets added to your call!

Why I like my little sissy and panty boys...

2010-11-17T10:14:00.000-08:00

as you can plainly see I am one hot bitch. I can't take two steps with out men starring at me, or even better walking into walls or tripping, and yes, hitting on me. ***sigh*** Men. Most of them bark at me like a dog, wagging their tongues like sad little animals. Pathetic! Who do they think I am??? some backyard bitch they can hump!? HELL NO!!! I AM A PRINCESS! And I will be treated no less. I am the one holding the leash! And YOU are MY bitch – tee hee! That's why I like my little sissies. They know their place, and are more than happy to be my precious little pet. And yes, precious as they are – they are my PETS! They exist for MY pleasure and amusement and they would be lost with out ME. But the best part is, is that they love all the same things I do! Panties, make up and ME! Y'know how Paris Hilton has her stupid little dog she like to dress up in stupid little outfits and diamond collars – I LOVE to accessorize my little pets too! But whats even better about one of my sissies is that unlike some yappy dog, my little “girls” won't slobber all over me, I don't have to pick up their shit, or take care of them – they take care of ME!