This latest caller had the most AWESOME fantasy.
I’m a pretty tall girl, I last measured in at five foot ten, and I absolutely LOVE wearing really high heels or stacks, to make me look even taller.  This wonderful caller really really really likes my tall stature, and likes to fantasize about me growing even taller. I love to use my greater height and reach to overpower him, and then wrap my long, strong legs around him and slowly crush him.

Sometimes we take the fantasy even further, and I REALLY grow for him; usually up to fifty or more feet. I’ll stand up, push my hands against the walls, and smash my way out of the house. Then I get to have FUN; crushing houses, squishing pedestrians, and generally taking over the city. My favorite thing to do then, usually, is pick up my pet and use him as… well… a human “toy”.
Fun fun fun!

Submitted by Vicki

I’ve spoken alot about my personal slave Chris, nicknamed “housepet”, but I’ve never really gone into much detail about what he really does for me. We live apart, since I need privacy and no distractions for my job, and sometimes I just enjoy being alone, so he gets to commute to serve me.
In the mornings, he wakes up extra early before going to work to stop by my house, let himself in, and start a pot of coffee. If I let him know beforehand what I want for breakfast, he’ll also have everything mis en place for me to cook (he’s forbidden to cook for me; although he’s beautifully skilled at other things, he’s not skilled in cooking…. and I enjoy it far too much to delegate it to a slave). At least once a week, he brings over fresh flowers for my bedside table; this morning I woke to the scent of red roses. Then he’ll quietly let himself out before I wake up.
Nearing the end of my day, he’ll stop by again, this time with a tribute or small gift. Sometimes it’s something I need, or something I’ve been craving (I had the most insatiable craving for gyoza last week, he had to drive across town to find some for me), sometimes it’s something a little more extravagant, like the beautiful little opal brooch I got last month.
As I’m finishing my tasks for the day, doing homework, filing the paperwork for my callers, etc; he’s tidying up the house, doing laundry, dusting, and generally making sure that my environment is as pleasant as possible.
And then we have our “play time”. This can include anything from laid back objectifying, such as using him as a footstool while I watch TV; to allowing him to worship my body with his tongue; to hardcore bondage and harsh whippings, as well as the cuckolding activities that I’ve detailed in my previous posts.
Afterwards (especially when I bring out the whips), there’s cuddling, and I usually get a massage before he draws me a hot bath.  While I’m luxuriating in the bubbles, he’s busy turning down my bed, finding whatever book I’ve been reading that day and laying it on my bedside table, and double checking to make sure the house is spotless.  Then he’ll quietly slip out before I get out of the tub, so I’ll have privacy while getting ready for bed.
All things considered, I’m very happy to have such a well trained, eager to please slave.

Submitted by Vicki

     Chris has been extra good to me the last couple of weeks; buying me expensive presents, pleasing me orally (the only way he can) any time I wanted it, and basically waiting on me hand and foot.  So, I decided to give him a bit of a treat. 
     I decided to go out and spend some time with my big black lover, Marc. As we were going out to dinner and dancing before the inevitable fucking marathon; I decided to pull out all the stops and really get dressed up.  And cucky Chris’s reward for his long weeks of servitude was to be allowed to watch (and even assist me!) in getting ready.
     I had him draw me a bath, instructing him on when to pour in the scented oils, and then allowing him to shave my long, lusious legs.  I could tell already that his teeny-tiny pencil dick was getting rock hard. It didn’t make much of a bulge in his only article of clothing, however; a pair of pink lace panties. He assisted me out of the bath, and gently toweled me off, paying special attention to my long, honey blond hair.
     Next, I allowed him to watch while I applied my makeup (I’ll never let a male slave apply my make up, hamhanded as most of them are), while he massaged moisturizer into my already decadently soft skin and carefully combed the knots out of my hair. After that came the really fun part; he was allowed to hand me piece after piece of my laciest, sexiest lingerie and watch me put it on.
     Once I was fully dressed, coiffed, and perfumed to my satisfaction, I had him kneel on the bed.  Unfortunately, he had probably assumed that I would allow him to play with his tiny dicklet and make it cum, but I had other plans for him.  I tied his hands together behind his back, and his ankles together underneath him, so he was stuck in a kneeling position.  Then, I tied his ankles to his hands so that he could do absolutely nothing but sit there and wait until I got home.
     I knew that unless I had tied him up, he would be stroking that tiny dick before my car had even left my driveway, so I might as well remove that temptation from his path.  And if he did manage to, say, roll himself over and hump a pillow, there would be a telltale dark stain on those pretty pink panties that he wouldn’t be able to get rid of.
     When I finally did come home, he was exactly where he should be; kneeling on my bed.  I checked, and there was no wet spot on his panties, and his balls were past blue, they were practically purple! He confessed that he couldn’t stop thinking about what I was doing with Marc; about him having me, and being able to actually please me… and what would likely happen when I finally got home. His final treat for the night was allowing him to eat my nice, juicy cream pie.

     And did I allow him to cum? Of course not; he hasn’t earned it.. yet.

Submitted by Vicki

Here’s a short list of don’ts for calling me.  I know it may seem a bit harsh, but I am absolutely fed up with limp dick whiners, losers, and imbeciles wasting my time.

Make me strain my ears.

     I know you’re getting yourself turned on by watching porno, but for gods sake, turn the damned volume down.  I don’t want to be forced to listen to some two bit whore moaning because it’s the only way you can get your little dicklet hard. Turn off your television, turn down your stereo, and focus all of your attention on the sound of my voice. That’s what you should be doing anyway, isn’t it?
     I want to be able to hear your voice, as well. So buy a good phone and speak up! If I have to tell you more than twice to talk louder, chances are, you won’t be able to call me again.

Tell me what to say.

     This is one of my biggest pet peeves.  I’m more than happy to lead you through a fantasy of your choosing, but don’t give me a script.  If you want someone to mindlessly repeat lines for you, then buy a fucking tape recorder, don’t waste my time.  And if you do have a specific fantasy you want followed, a good idea would be to type it out and email it to me; that way I can look it over, decide if it fits the way I do phone sex, and come up with “lines” of my own.

Become a “jealous bear”.

     It’s not as uncommon as you might think for a client to fall in love with a phone girl. It might even happen to you. But if it does, don’t think that I’ll give up the rest of my clients as well as my house pet, just because you want me all to yourself. Whining, being a prima donna, and getting all “swimfan” on me are all great ways to get your ass blocked.

Ask to meet me in person.

     I’m not in the market for another real life slave, so please don’t ask. I’m more than happy with fantasies that start with “If I were there with you…”, but they’re just that; fantasies. I don’t care how much money you offer me, either, I am not a common prostitute.

Beg.

     Begging, whining, and pouting are all major turn-offs for me. I will usually send free minutes and pictures to good clients, as a “thank you” for a particularly good call, or a particularly hefty tribute. I won’t, however, send them to just anyone who emails me and asks for them.  I charge for my time for a reason; please don’t waste it.
If you want to be cuckolded, humiliated, and teased (and won’t do any of the things listed above), give me a call!

Submitted by Vicki

     Ok, Lady Sascha, I’ll take you up on your offer, although this tale has a bit of a twist to it.
     One of my most amusing calls recently on my vanilla line was with a very nice gentleman who wanted me to give myself a massage. He’d instruct me on what he’d like me to wear, nothing too kinky or slutty, just a cute little pair of panties and some thigh highs. Then I’d lay down on my bed, and he’d start with my feet.
     “Ok, now move your hands gently up and down between the ball of your foot and the heel..”
     “Oh, wow, that feels so good..”
     “Now a little bit faster, a little bit harder.”
     *Moans in pleasure*
     “Faster, now.. up and down.. up and down.. up-and-down..”
     *Strangled giggles*
     What my amateur masseuse caller didn’t realize is that I am insanely ticklish. Including the bottoms of my feet. Especially the bottoms of my feet. When he had me gently teasing my high, aristocratic arches with my nails, he was, in fact, tickling me.
     And it spread, too. No matter where he had me massage myself after that, I couldn’t help but start feeling ticklish, and bursting into peals of laughter. We both eventually got off, and finished the call amidst more giggles, and it was a lot of fun.
     For the next hour after that call, I felt wonderful. Laughter releases endorphins, which give you the same type of high as an opiate. This is probably the reason why I absolutely love to laugh at pathetic little dicklets and cuckold loser boys.. just like you.

Submitted by Vicki

     Here’s another story about a merciless cockteasing, humiliation, and orgasm denial session I had recently…
     This caller was a lot of fun to talk to; he had a very well defined fantasy in mind and was very good at playing the adoring, yet despised, pet.  He’s an older guy, and I immediately thought of him as a “dirty old man”… and of course, my intuition proved true.  I teased and tormented him with my long luscious legs, perfect feet, and shapely hips… and made it painfully clear that someone like him could never have the honor of even touching someone like me, much less having sex.
     I had him move some furniture for me, all time watching a little tent grow in his pants as he stole glances at me lounging on my couch. Finally, he broke down and begged to worship my feet with his tounge, and I graciously allowed him.
     However, he didn’t realize that not only were my girlfriends coming over, but all of THEIR boyfriends. These guys are REAL men, not pathetic old whiners like him; they’re all young, handsome, and have nice big cocks… so of course I just had to put on a show for him, telling him again and again that only real men like my boyfriend got girls like me, and pathetic old men with little shriveled dicks like him had to make do with their hands… and that’s only if I allowed him to come.
I didn’t, of course, but as usual, it’s not about his pleasure, it’s about mine… and I had a ball talking to him.

Would you like to be humiliated by Me? Then give me a call at 1-800-863-5478, ext 8805619!

Submitted by Vicki

     In order to make my pathetic cucky boyfriend look his best for last week’s party, I decided to shave his pathetic little dicklet.  However, being of a relatively delicate nature, Chris tends to get razorburn very very bad; especially there.  I couldn’t have him looking all hairy and gross in front of my friends, though, and shaving tends to make his somewhat meager charms look a bit larger.
     So I did what any sadistic bitch like me would do, I waxed him.  And poor little cucky Chris both loved it and hated it, for the same reason; apparently he’s a sissy when it comes to pain, much like everything else, and it turned into a wonderful CBT session.
     I tied him down, spread eagle, and slowly and methodically waxed every inch of his “junk”, even his balls. His pathetic little dicklet got harder and harder as I progressed, and I knew he was getting as turned on by the pain, humiliation, and forced feminization as I was.  When I finished, of course, he was red and tender all over; being a natural redhead, his incredibly pale skin shows any sort of trauma, from whipping to spanking to waxing, very very easily.
     Because he had been such a good boy during his little session, he was allowed the ultimate reward; being able to stroke himself off in my presence afterwards.
Posted by Vicki.

     This is going to have to be a short post today, I’ve got a big party to get ready for.  If you don’t know already, today is Cinco de Mayo, and pretty much everyone parties, gets drunk on mexian beer and tequila, and grills out on this holiday.  I’m having a somewhat non-traditional Cinco party this year; it’ll be a sissy party!
     My cucky loser of a boyfriend, Chris, will be getting all dolled up in his cutest sissy maid outfit, completete with silk stockings and fifve inch heels.  His duties for the day will include making and servig drinks, collecting emty glasses, serving food, and, of course, pleasing all of my other guests.  Some of my girfriends will be attending, and probably be bringing their sissy maid boyfriends and husbands as well to help out, but there will also be a large number of “real” men, too.. and they’ll need attending to. 
     We’ve even come up with a few “penalty” drinks for when the sissy bitches, teetering around on their high heels, inevitably drop a tray loaded with drinks.  I can’t wait to see my cuckold loser boyfriend’s face when he’s told he has to drink a “tequila and cum” shot.
     Want to hear all about my naughty party? Give me a call!
Posted by Vicki

Continued from Diary of a Cuckoldress (Part 3)

    Ordering Chris to his feet, I decided to show him exactly why I had decided to bring Marc home, and why he was woefully inadequate.  I had him pull down his little sissy panties and pull out his tiny little pencil dick.  Compared to Marc’s delicious chocolate tool, it was less than half the size, and almost painfully obvious that he would never satisfy a girl at all, much less a woman like me who knew that there was so much better out there.  Marc began to chuckle, then to laugh, and I could see poor little sissy bitch Chris turning red and almost shrinking into himself in humiliation.
     My pathetic boyfriend’s education wasn’t complete, though; I led the way into the bedroom and decided to show him how much more a guy like Marc can satisfy a girl like me.  I won’t go into all the delightful, messy, sticky details, but throughout it all, my cuckold loser boyfriend knelt on the hard floor, tiny little penis making a tiny little bulge in his pink silk sissy panties.
     Between each “round”, I had him get Marc hard again, knowing that he was salivating over the taste of my sweet juices on the proffered shaft.  And I greatly enjoyed seeing the look on his face as I mocked him, calling him “cum dumpster”, “sissy bitch”, and “needle dick”.
     Finally, I was sated and happy from what had been a delicious sexual marathon.  I gigglingly told Marc that my loser cuckold boyfriend that he had been good, so he would get his treat; just like a dog that had performed a trick.  Chris was allowed to eagerly eat my juicy cream pie, swallowing load after load of Marc’s delicious cum, and when I had contented myself that he had done an adequate job, he was even allowed to bring himself to orgasm by humping a pillow while Marc and I laughed at him.
     Overall, it was a wonderful night; not only did I get to experience the wonders of a big black cock, but I got to humiliate my pathetic little boyfriend in the process!
Submitted by Vicki.

     So,  loser bois, I’m taking a break from my little serial for a week to post about this hilarious call I had…

This was another really fun call, and a he was great caller, with a well thought out fantasy (I may be a domme, but I like guys who know what they want).

    He’s about to get married, but his wife-to-be has decided that since SHE’S the breadwinner of the family, HE was going to be the “blushing bride”, and the one in the wedding dress. And lo and behold, his mother-in-law-to-be is very supportive of the idea, and decides to help him pick out the gown for his “special day”.  We roleplayed that I was his ex-girlfriend, also about to get married and picking out my own gown, and we meet each other in the same shop. 

     Of course, I’m absolutely thrilled to see my ex finally pussy-whipped into shape, and insist on a little fashon show; first of the dresses that he’s picked out, and then of the bridal lingere that he’s wearing underneath. However, I notice that in those white silk panties, there’s a rather small but noticeable bulge forming, and he finally admits that being pretty gets him all hot and bothered.

     I end up making him put on his favorite dress (and he does look pretty in it (especially after his mother in law and I help him with his makeup), and have him play with himself through his panties… leaving the inevitable stain.  Of course, he can’t bring dirty panties to the marriage bed, so he had to clean up his little mess, and what better way than his mouth?
Yummy!

Submitted by Vicki