The purse that knew better!

The following story is a bit wild, and is absolutely true. Promise! It happened just a few weeks back.

A beautiful lesbian couple and I went for a little outdoor dancing at a local shindig. They clued Me into a blues band I’d yet to hear in person, and I’m SO glad they did. I’m reticent to see a band like this – the lead was a young pup, and I notice when it comes to blues, older age and deeper shades of skin, tend to lead to more mature, authentic blues sound.

As it turns out, the band, loud enough to need earplugs, knocked My socks off! And perhaps a few other items!

One of My lesbian friends, I’ll call her Xena –she and I imbibe a few times a year, when we have a minder nearby (designated “watch the drunk girls giggle” minder). Which means, 2-3 times a year we might get intoxicated, and boogie our asses off!

We had this prime seat right next to the stage, and oooh boy the music was loud. We’d had a few local brews, and felt like dancing and flirting. So many hot boys moving their bods, lots of eye candy for the discerning eye. I needed a mint (a good Grrl minds Her breath, hm?) and reached into My dark leather purse for an altoid. When I picked up the purse and dug deeper, I was shocked.

My purse was vibrating. Buzzing like a mother fucker.

I blinked, a little confused, and just didn’t understand. Xena leaned over, seeing My face had changed, asked what was up. “I… My purse… it’s vibrating!!”

“Well, did you leave your cell phone on vibrate?”

“I… don’t own a cell phone! You know that!!” Our eyes got large as saucers, and we both started pawing the purse. It was vibrating, what the…

Suddenly I had an inspiration - “I think, did I? I must have left a vibrator in My purse and bumped into turning on!!!” Our mouths opened wide, and we two Mistress friends started laughing our asses off. For several minutes. Actually more like several songs.

See, we both fully accepted that the answer MUST be something that perverted and simple, right? *giggle*

As it turned out… the answer was more subtle. The band’s music was so loud, My purse, in some odd combination of physics and timing, was amplifying and buzzing with the sound of music blaring off the stage. We tested it, sure enough, it was the music that did it.

And, as it turns out, no cell phones or vibrators were present in my dark purse. Although Xena and I like My drunk girl inspired solution better!!

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Naked & hairless, or at least tightly trimmed

Oh Mistress is dragging her limbs so limply.... I earned this one, boys and girls.

Just got home from 3 hours of dancing in very high heels, oh my calves are aching for your hands to touch them. I’m overdue for a massage and could use a strong set of hands to work out these overworked muscles.

And- it WAS worth it. Every minute of it ! hehe.

Made My way to a few different dance clubs with a friend, who seemed to know all the bartenders downtown. We ended up getting drinks, and cover charge, free, everywhere we went. Note to self: I need to go out with Paula more often! *giggle

Spent an hour doing makeup, hair, just had a spa day this week (thank you zombie boy!) and got a full leg wax, and hair cut. My legs are so smooth… and with the extra workouts I’ve been putting in, things are looking toned and lovely. This morning I even did the business of trimming my little lady business right down the middle. It’s like a little surprise after you’ve trimmed everything up tight and snug down there. When My fingers slide over the naked skin, it feels like the touch of some strange tongue, with soft barbs, whiskers of pubes trimmed and tended.

I just love My puss, right after a trim. It feels unworldly and very arousing.

Oh, but don’t let Me bore you with such sundry things… *smirk* There are details about the men who asked Me to dance, their stories, and one who offered to take Me home -

Ooohh come to Mistress, open wallets and hearts, and we’ll see what makes you go boom…

Labored day

Big weekend, and extra day! Here comes September, wrapping us up in its arms… How did the summer get away from Me, so fast!

Sat on the patio today and soaked in a few rays. Just a few minutes can do wonders for making skin feel warm, sensual. Which reminds Me… it’s time for a waxing at the local spa. Ooh that and I might need a new haircut… I’ve been trying to soak up the sun recently, hiking and walking, because we know it’s fading fast. Went out for a long 5 mile walk a few nights ago, and was so surprised by how sunlight fades quickly now. I love it when it’s still light out, way past 9 pm.

But I digress… (blogs are the place for such things)! In the luxury department - I’ve got new chocolate colored sheets on My bed and they feel very yummy. There are times that I’ll be laying on them, while we chat. Just our minds, your wallet, the phone, and anything else you’d like to bring to the call (well.. keep it legal!).

Mistress of Dreams

I’m often intrigued by the power of dreams. I’ve awoken many times, after subconscious thoughts have vetted My night time mind movies. Sometimes what kicks up surprises Me.

Last night I dreamt of an actor who’s a little too clean cut for My tastes. Or so I thought. In our dream time, he was a guest at a party at My place. Humble, attentive, listening. Towards the end of the dream, he confessed he’d made Me an exotic dessert which needed to be frozen, and he asked if he could feed it to Me. I smiled, considering the offer.

That, along with a nocturnal interior designer, made My dream quite a trip! Apparently My subconscious mind wants to re-do My living room with thick, heavy wooden furniture, as well.

I’ll spare you the thick wood joke. It’s tempting!

Mistress is looking for a fella to date, and has been checking out dating websites a bit (it’s a secret pleasure). I’ve had more luck meeting men in the vanilla world to date, then converting them… more so than meeting them at a munch (monthly meetings at restaurants, that BDSM folks do, to meet other BDSMers), or a play party. And to be honest, the play parties I’ve been to in the region, or the campouts with hundreds attending…. Well lets just say yes there are many sweet people and I’ve made many friends. And… I’d say 85% of those attending are large, naked, older (55+) marginally attractive, and just not getting my mojo rising. And the pretty one’s are fun to play with, yet usually owned.

Any one of those traits listed above, by themselves, not too big a cross to bear (I’ve had a lover in the past who've been over 55). Although when you notice at a huge campout, “gee, that’s the 10th 300+ pound naked person I’ve seen, who really needs to trim up some parts…” well you get the idea.

Traumatized yet? Hehehe

We all know it's the spark, that unmeasurable something, that connects us both. Finding the perfect fit, or near perfect, takes time and patience. Finding the right Mistress or slave, just the same. Our perverted leanings are so personal, and we just know it works, with the right person. If the spark is strong enough? Many flaws are forgiven. Some kind of magic in spirit and joy...

Let’s see if we fit… and click. I think of you purring, gasping and desperate while I tell you exactly how you’ll touch that c… oh yes, you’re right, let’s save that for our next Niteflirt call! Femdom phone sex, just a click to the right -

Wrapped up in you

Happy Friday slaves!

Thursday was a great day. I received a recent booty from a generous slave, and decided to check things out! He bought Me hot black Saucony shoes for hiking, and I decided to break them in. Made 5 miles in ‘em before getting done . Loved it!

While I was walking in those hot new shoes, taking in the tall trees, fresh air under a cloudy sky, I realized how much of the gear wrapped around My warm body was a gift from one of you. My mp3 player, ubber hot earbuds, the new pedometer, the Ironman watch I timed Myself with, even the music I’d downloaded on My mp3 player… all gifts from boys like you. Oh, don’t forget the sports jacket wrapping it all up into a hot little snack!

I smiled quietly to Myself while walking through the park… Mistress had a secret. Or perhaps a few of them! I feel the devotion and submission behind every little trinket.

I’m so antsy for something fun to do. Call Me and tell Me your strange little ideas…

Diminutive playthings

Tonight I was feeling restless and ready for a lil bit of strange….

I looked over at the pile of sex toys I’ve lined up on one of My bookshelves. They mostly collect dust and look pretty. All the pinks and purples and blacks… the push buttons and batteries. Oooh and the cane with leather straps at one end, aching for a hind part to slap –

I have so many cock shaped devices to play with, when flesh and blood are elsewhere. And for all the fuss and the pretty spendy things, My very favorite dildo is the least expensive, and somewhat diminutive.

Just 6 ½ inches long, it might not be the tallest boy at the dance. What’s he got going for him? The toy was designed with veins galore. Not huge heavy ridged that can feel a bit like rat-a-tat-tat when you’re gettin’ your groove thang on… no these are more subtle. That, and my fave little black beast is girthy boy…

Even has a set of balls attached at one end. I did that with purpose – it’s so hard to force that fuck up where it’s dark, when you don’t have a handle for the thing! Haha

Little black beast came out to play tonight. And Mistress came out to play too!
I’ve got a smile on My face, and now, we both know why. *giggle*

Heads up for the readers in My flock – I’m playing “find the $1.99 listing” on My Niteflirt extensions. I’ve got one selected, although you’ll need to look a bit to find it. Can you see it?

The fruits of your labor

This has been a very pleasant week in Mistress land. To start with, I’ve finally received all the goodies from a slave I’ll call ken, who’s been under My wing for 3 years now. He walked through very hard times in his life, and I am his solace and taskmaster. A distracting Mistress who benefits mightily from his patronage...

(I have a special place in My heart for boys who spend thousands in cold hard cash, on My little whims)

I purr while thinking of the cold, hard silver bullion that ken has bought for Me, the dripping jewelry of diamonds and rubies (one necklace had little gold horns, and a tail with a diamond in it! *giggle*). The gift that stands out? A pair of high-heel-red-satin-platform-stilettos. Spiked heels over 6 inches long. The heel shines with a metallic hue, and against the luscious red satin of the shoe? You just want to touch it...

I was a brave Grrl this week as well, and confessed to My closest friend, the nature of My employment (you know, exploiting the likes of you). We in the land of slavery and Mistresses understand, we need to choose confidantes with care. And to be clear, she is My best friend. I could talk dirty all day long, and she is more modest than I. We navigate boundaries with thoughtfulness, on our path of loving each other.

To My delight and relief, she was stunned, and impressed. To see her face light up with joy and curiosity, made Me sigh and smile. I even shared the ripe red fruit of satin stilettos with her. She asked in a secret voice, “May I... touch them?” I smiled so wide, and said, “yes, please...”

And to think, your generous gifts? Might bring a Grrl moments of discovery and play. Perhaps you do have a place at My side, little ones. On your knees, with extended hand, wallet in palm. Offering Me what earns you entry, into this dark joyous place I call home.