First, I am taking calls on NiteFlirt. They are still testing their beta system, and the majority of the calls are coming through, although I am hearing of the occasional calls not connecting. Use the CALL BUTTON below to try and reach me.

And of course, if that doesn’t work – you can still reach me via my personal direct number by visiting Worship Mistress.  No registration is needed, although you do need to have that credit card handy!!

I am now only days away from moving, and yes – I am excited.  The new office is due to get a fresh coat of paint either today or tomorrow.  The old office is approx 144 sq ft – the new office will be approx 350 sq ft – so hell yes! Adjacent to my office, will be the new private play space, nearly tripling in size of the current space!!  I am definitely going to have to accept some additional dungeon furniture and toys to add to my interior design!!

Were you aware that my MP3′s are now available without going through NiteFlirt?  You can few the list and order them directly to your private email via Beg4Mistress.com.  Don’t forget that I do offer custom MP3′s and will be happy to discuss your fetish or mind control training, personalizing for your own needs and desires.

I want to thank those that are submitting stories for the new femdom story section here on my site.  If you’ve been following the most recent called THE BIG SWITCH, I have corrected the  PART TWO link as well as added the third installation.  Boys, keep them coming!

To all of my precious little crossdressers, sissies and lady wannabes.  I absolutely love all the pictures you girls keep sending me.  Next week, I will be adding a new section dedicated to all of you – as well as posting submitted pictures.  How fucking sweet is that??? !!!!!

Now – stop hestitating and call me today for some kinky fun !

by recalcitrantslave (@) gmail.com
added: 09/30/09

I stayed bound on that table in the dark until I began to drift 
off. I was exhausted, and my body ached. My mouth was totally
 filled with two loads of my captors’ cum, and I knew 
that if I spat it out, the punishment would be far worse than
 what I was currently enduring. I wanted to swallow, and 
I had some indication from my female captor that I would
 be getting a large amount of the protein in my diet from cum,
but I was forbidden to do that too. I hadn’t eaten in
 days now, and I was desperate to get anything into my stomach,
 even two loads of strangers’ cum, mixed with my spit
 and some vaginal secretions. God, I felt so low.

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It’s been a while – hasn’t it? But I am accepting calls on NiteFlirt today.
So don’t keep me waiting!!

AUTHOR: recalcitrantslave (@) gmail.com

I awoke again in the dark. My head was swimming. I reached up to see if I was still blindfolded, but my hands stopped short with a metallic clatter. Each of my wrists seemed to be cuffed to a metal bar. I tried to move my feet, and found them to be bound similarly. Then my eyes began to focus. I wasn’t blindfolded any more, and it wasn’t completely dark, but very nearly so. I seemed to be chained up inside a cage. I was apparently still wearing my collar, and it was attached to the cage as well. There were dull aches all over my body where I had been pierced, but I couldn’t position myself so as to touch any of the injuries.

I was completely parched, and I squinted intently in the darkness hoping to see if I had been left any water. Then I spotted something out of the ordinary. It looked like a rod protruding into the cage from between the bars directly in front of me. I couldn’t get anywhere close to reaching it with either hand, so I decided to lean forward and explore it with my mouth. When I touched my tongue to it, I tasted something. It took me a minute to place it. It was dried cum, and it appeared to have been smeared all over a massive dildo. I explored it a bit more with my tongue imagining the day that I’d be turned around in this cage and impaled on this monster. But then I discovered a moist spot. It must have been a pinhole, because no water was leaking out, it was just slightly damp. Then it occurred to me. This was my water bottle. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and wrapped my lips around this plastic, cum-smeared cock, and began to suck. Water dribbled into my mouth as I went down on the dildo, and I slurped it up. I nursed that cock until my stomach sloshed and my jaw ached, and then I collapsed in my cage breathing hard. I kissed the floor of my cage with a grin. I was being trained to suck cock just to get my nourishment, and I was going to get used to tasting cum too.

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AUTHOR:  recalcitrantslave (@) gmail.com

It all started with my response to an ad. I had always taken control in the bedroom, and I was damned good at it. I have an innate sense for what my pets’ limits are, and just how to push their buttons. Some live for abuse, some thrive on being challenged, and some just want to be degraded, and I’ve always been happy to force their secret desires upon them. But through years of being a clever and creative master, I began to wonder what it would be like to be one of my pets: at the mercy of a perverted master. I certainly wasn’t submissive, but I could put my dominant side on hold just long enough to get myself into a scene where I no longer had any control, and then I could just deal with the consequences.

I wanted no safe word. A safe word meant that I was still ultimately in control, and as dangerous as it may have been, I wanted to lose total control. I had to lose control, because I wasn’t about to submit willingly. I wondered if I could be broken, and If so, what would it take? I was about to find out.

The ad was simple. It read, “Seeking a strong male to be transformed into the basest of slaves. Your limits will crumble, your soul will become mine, and you will eventually crave the degradation that comes with servitude.” I melted, and responded right away.

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