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

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.

Footsie Fridays!

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

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.

How I Met My First Sissy Part 2: Special Delivery

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

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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My first time with a foot slave...

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.