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Lady Abigail

Lady Abigail

It isn’t often I step out of character but today I wanted to pay a tribute to a beautiful soul.  While everyone else was giving thanks this Thursday for everything they hold dear, our thanks were for having 13 years of unconditional love and being able to spend the last holiday as a family we have been for so long before we said our goodbyes to Lady Abigail, My nickname for our black lab Abby.

If you’re not an animal lover, you will want to skip this post as I am going to get all sappy and talk about My beloved fur baby on a phonesex blog.  Over the years, many of My callers have heard My 3 dogs barking in the background at the most inappropriate times, have worried with Me when My darlings were sick, shared with Me the laughs and swapped stories of the antics our pets have gotten into.  Today’s post is for them as much as it is for Me.

Some people are unable to understand how you can love an animal so much that they become one of your children.  They steal into your heart and then you create such a bond with them that just like in long steady marriages you understand each other without words.  That was My Abby.  I fell in love with her from the moment I saw that clumsy little black fur ball, watched her grow into a graceful Lady Abigail and basked in the knowledge that nobody can compete with love and devotion that I received from her.  Letting her go was one of the hardest decisions we all had to make.

Abby was always My problem child; if you have kids of any kind you know what I’m talking about.  This girl had more things happening to her than any other of My pets.  If it wasn’t one infection, it was another one.  If her and her sister yellow lab Suzy had the same type of surgery or procedure, you could bet Abby would be the one with complications.  You could count on her to be the loudest, the most hyper, the most needy for attention.  Yet, even though we have already been through some of the toughest moments with her health and knew that we’d have to watch her leave us due to her age, this Wednesday was the hardest of all diagnosis I’ve heard for Abby in all her 13 years: she had a tumor.

The vet pretty much told us that any kind of medical intervention at this point would be nothing more but buying time and even then there were no guarantees.  We decided to spend our last Thanksgiving together at home, instead of leaving Abby at the clinic, and put her to sleep on Friday morning.  Suffering is the last thing we wanted for someone we care so much about no matter how hard it is to let go.  We spent the holiday sharing memories (and turkey with all of the pets) and laughing at some of the silliest things that happened over the years with our zoo.  Once in a while Abby’s ears would perk up when she heard her name and I could have sworn I saw a gleam of smug satisfaction in her eyes: once again she brought us all together and closer.

Oh that girl was a smart one and manipulative as well.  I have never known any other dog who had a Master’s in guilt trips.  The reason I nicknamed her Lady Abigail was because her hoity-toity attitude reminded Me of a spoiled aristocratic Lady of the Manor.  If anyone had the bad manners to hurt Abby’s feelings, she would literally turn her nose up at you and turn away.  Doesn’t matter how much you pet her, offer her a treat, tell her you love the stuffings out of her, if you royally screwed up, she would even get up and walk away from you.  Ordinarily, Abby would talk back to anyone talking to her.  It was funny to carry on a conversation with her and have her answer at the most appropriate times with moans and whine.  Even the pitch of her whine changed depending on the nature of conversation.  But, if she was mad at you…  no matter how much Abby loved to talk, Lady Abigail would give you a cold shoulder.  Until you’ve groveled sufficiently, of course.  Talk about sucking up to a dog!

Of course you could never mention to Abby that she was a dog either.  In fact, the “d” word was not allowed in her presence.  She’d either look at you like you are the dog or she’d be looking around the room as if saying “there is a dog in here? Where? Where???”  Lady Abigail was a human as far as she considered it and nobody could tell her differently, especially when you found yourself sleeping on the edge of the bed while she took up the rest.

She was also too delicate and above the station of us lowly peasants to so much as dip her paw in a body of water.  Some water dog she was with us having to talk her into going swimming.  We always laugh about her being a lab and her indignant attitude when her tennis ball would land in the pool.  Yeah, guess who always had to jump in and get it.  Straight face.

I miss that old girl already and it’s finally hitting Me that a chapter of My life is slowly fading away.  Abby and Suzy were the remnants of our family’s old life and in many crucial ways, they held our family together until we can become stronger and tighter as a unit.  Without everyone’s fear of Lady Abigail’s snobby attitude, we would have all gone our separate ways years ago.  Because none of us could bear to part with her and didn’t want anyone else (friend or foe) to have her, we stayed together.  Abby’s job was done now and even in her last days she made sure we stand as one again, trust each other, and remind us how much we all love and care about each other.

Abby’s paw prints will be forever imprinted on our hearts, she was one extraordinary Lady.  I know she’s happy and that My problem child is taken care of; in her own special way Abby was able to send Me assurance mere hours after we said our goodbyes.  But that’s a story for another day…

Abby (1)

 

 

 

Ringing the Devil’s doorbell

Ringing the Devil’s doorbell

That’s what you do when you masturbate according to Fappy The Humper

Ok, this was waaaay too good to pass up and I though since it’s Monday (why does everyone fear Mondays so much???) everybody could use a good laugh and relieve some tension until you can get away, find some privacy, grab your lube and REALLY relieve the tension by ringing the Devil’s doorbell with your next sinful masturbation session.

This morning I had a revelation.  Satan paid Me a visit and gave His blessings to start My own government funded organization “Start Masturbating Now!”  Nope, I didn’t lose My ever loving mind somewhere, it was a natural response to reading through one of the most ridiculous religious group’s website that screams “Stop Masturbation Now!”  First I had to mop up My morning tea from My keyboard, of course, before I could pay attention to that Devil on My shoulder urging Me to “do it! Start your own organization!  You already have a huge following!  You can be Satan’s Spokesperson and guarantee Yourself fame and riches.  And the BEST spot in Hell where you can be the Queen of Masturbation Encouragement for Eternity!!!”

Don’t you just love when you get these kind of revelations first thing Monday morning while you’re innocently minding your business, trying to wake up and lazily scroll through your Facebook feed to see if anything even remotely interesting has popped up over night besides pictures of food plates that people for some reason have to share with the entire world wide web as you indulge in every meal of the day (what’s with that anyway?) or disgrunted memes about government not doing its job (they ALL must have lost gray matter due to masturbation!) and other garden variety of BS?  And here I thought this would be one of those ordinary Mondays for Me until…  A headline caught My attention:

Christian Anti-Masturbation’s Mascot “Fappy” Arrested For Public Masturbation While Swimming Naked With The Dolphins At Sea World In San Diego

I made such a sticky mess on My desk reading this article!  All that milky colored creamy liquid spilled over My keyboard.  Ugh, I should have known better than to try and sip My scolding and so delicious morning tea reading it.  But, as I am a Sinner (yes I confess to being one) and I never pass up ringing the Devil’s doorbell when I get a chance Myself (yup, I just confessed again, Queen Luna masturbates!) I kept reading on.  Oh I went even further, after I picked Myself up from the floor because I was laughing hysterically, and checked out the website of this anti-masturbation movement.

This is where Satan started whispering in My ear, btw, that sly Devil always up to no good and pounces when you’re distracted reading in a daze some of the biggest bullshit hogwash I’ve ever encountered.  And I was raised in Soviet Union and read their Atheist’s Bible!!!  That’s quite a lot of bullshit, if you ask Me, and not everyday you can honestly say you’ve seen matching or more bullshit than that.

The Unholy message that I received was that I too can be a Savior just like that Lonnie person who has taken on the mission of spreading the Gob’s word (no I didn’t mean God) and promises to save your soul by praying for you, or against you if you’re a masturbator (yup, go look at the comments on their website, they have praying hands “for” and “against”) and preaching of the horrific consequences of masturbation such as:

Masturbation is a gateway drug to rape. It also leads to sexual dysfunction, erodes family values, and is a top ten cause of disease.

– Lonnie Childs

Also, if you are a follower of this Lonnie person, you won’t turn into a zombie, will save chickens, create more soldiers for Jesus instead of wasting your seed, you will lose weight, will be able to see a red dot on a purple meme, won’t be dumped by your partner, will become an Alpha, your brain won’t deteriorate, you won’t turn into a serial killer like Jeffery Dahmer, will know the natural order of the household (I think they borrowed that one from the 50’s), you won’t turn gay, get the approval of Mr. T, won’t be denied birthday presents, oh and your penis won’t fall off if you stop masturbating right away!  Oh and according to Fappy, the spokesperson/mascot, who has as turns out 3 previous arrests for public masturbation, you, the masturbators, are playing in Devil’s playground and ringing the Devil’s doorbell.

So naturally, Satan was offended and came to Me this morning with a message that I should start My own movement and encourage people to masturbate more because masturbation is good for your immunity system, prevents colon cancer, helps you sleep, relieves Restless Legs Syndrome, prevents Erectile Dysfunction, makes for better sex,  releases tension and stress, fights depression, manages rapid or delayed ejaculation, and while it might not help your penis get bigger, it surely won’t make it fall off, but you will definitely enhance your sex life, will have a better and deeper knowledge of yourself and your body, will experience pleasure which has been clinically proven to contribute to your mental and physical health improvement.

Oh, wait.  I’m already a Spokesperson for Masturbation!  Silly Satan, where has He been these past 8 years???  I do have a huge Empire already with My masturbating puppets playing in the Devil’s playground all over the world!  And My videos are much better than Fappy’s too and bring valuable insight, inspiration and joy to My followers.  So what if I won’t get the government to fund My important work, I will be forever immortalized as the Queen of Masturbation Encouragement for Eternity and the glory will be all MINE!

What are you waiting for, puppets?  Follow your Queen into the battle and slay those masturbation haters with your stiff swords and cries of victorious pleasure!!!  Let the masturbation live and masturbators be loud as they are ringing the Devil’s doorbell with each satisfied orgasm!

P.S. you may find Me on Niteflirt under the names of Queen of The Night and Sinfully Twisted.  All of My videos, photos and mp3’s are created for your health benefits and better masturbation experience and are for entertaining purposes only.

P.P.S.  I would like to recommend a similar glove design as found on that ridiculous website for My pain sluts.  Spikes can make it spicy!

 

 

Pleasure is the most important ingredient

Pleasure is the most important ingredient

Every magic potion calls for specific ingredients and Me being such an Evil Enchantress, I cook up potions all the time.  Making potions and casting spells is an erotic image for some of you boys and for others it is something to be fearful off or to be completely disregarded as a hocus-pocus.  Kind of the same reaction I’ve noticed when it comes to doing something pleasurable.  Yet, whether you believe in existence of magic or not, pretty much all of you forget that pleasure is the most important ingredient in life.

There, I did it.  I put “life” itself in the same paragraph with magic.  If you didn’t catch the parallel yet, don’t worry, you’ll soon enough see Me draw several of them.  And while you’re there, go ahead, My scared none-believers and try to dispute that life isn’t magic and magic doesn’t exist.

Recently, and I always notice the trends and patterns, I have been noticing just how many of you are afraid of one single and very simple thing: pleasure.  Oh sure, everyone is quick enough to tell Me that, of course, they want pleasure but…  they are stuck in that old mindset that pleasure is something extremely bad for you.

Ummm, have you all suddenly been transported back to the Inquisition Age or something?  I am simply astounded by the responses I’ve been getting of how indulging in something pleasurable is surely going to lead them to a horrible fate and ruined life.  Oh, oh and because I am a Satanic Witch I wouldn’t understand this because Satanism is all about sin and pleasure is sin and it ruins your life and of course the Evil Queen is only going to say it’s good for you because ruin and destruction is My most important goal.

First, let Me burst the little bubble of yours about My spirituality.  Being an Evil Enchantress who believes in Satan doesn’t mean I sacrifice humans and animals and for the record anyone who does is a mentally sick individual/group.  Sure, I enjoy a Religious Fetish Fantasy and so do many who seek Me out for it.  However, believing into some of the Satanic teachings and principles doesn’t define My spirituality.  No matter of fact, not one single religion in the world defines it as it would mean I would be confined to it and I’m not one to be boxed into something I do not believe in and constantly question.  Therefore, I make up My own religion that consists of many teachings from around the world and ages.

Magic is part of My religion and so is science.  How coincidental is that?  *Smirks*  What?  No one has ever heard of scientists who believed in magic and used the “unexplained phenomena” to make ground-breaking discoveries?  What a shocking concept that is!

As usual, I’m taking My sweet ole time getting to the heart of the matter but look on the bright side, you’re actually getting to know Me a bit more.

My personal observations here on Niteflirt and in My everyday life as well as some interesting articles and psychological researches I’ve been reading (I told you I’m a nerd.  A very hot nerd too hehe) have been all confirming My fear that there has been an ongoing decline in quality of life and it is due to lack of pleasure.  People are afraid to take chances in life and either lead a perfectly boring existence or spend their time worrying about the stigmas that are attached to pleasure.

Wait, which pleasure are we talking about here?  ANY pleasure.  But since most of you here are because you found Me on a phone sex site, I’ll talk about a specific pleasure of sexual nature for the time being.  I have touched on the subject here and there throughout My blog and I thought it was time to give it another mentioning since so many are under the impression that pleasure ruins your life.

Yet, life is nothing without pleasure.  Going through every single day without enjoying something is what makes you so dissatisfied and eventually leads you to question your own existence.  Sadly, many do not have the guts to change their lives for the fear that they will be judged if they look like they’re having too much fun and they miss out on everyday magic around them.

Have you heard those sayings “life is what you make it” and “what you put out is what you receive”?  It is exactly what happens when you apply the basics of magic (and physics btw) and realize that magic consists of energies and vibrations.   When you surround yourself with negativity and fear, it is what your life becomes.  Devoid of pleasure.  Yet when you fully enjoy life, partake in pleasures that are gifted to you, your life is magical.

Pleasure is the most important ingredient in both life and magic!  Repressing the natural occurrence and shoving it down in fear that if you indulge in pleasure you are going to be irresponsible, immoral, degenerate, an outcast or some other ridiculous reason like that is robbing you of the vital to your physical and emotional health chemical reaction that some call… wait for it…  MAGIC!

I know most don’t give masturbation much thought other than it serves the purpose of relieving sexual tension but if you think about it, REALLY think about it, what do you feel when you without actually enjoying it?  Empty?  Dissatisfied?  Even more frustrated?  Everybody has experienced one of these “empty” orgasms at least once in their lifetime.  It is just as disappointing as suddenly losing your sense of taste and eating one of your favorite dishes.  No pleasure, is there?  Just bland food that you fill yourself up with so your body doesn’t starve.

Yet, your body can starve just as much without sexual pleasure which happens to occur in your brain.  All those fantasies you masturbate to, all those things you do to enhance your experience, whether they are words from someone, toys you use, actions you take such as going out and living out your desires (this one is directed at you closet sissies, crossdressers and gays) are what defines pleasure as the most important ingredient in your life’s contentment and happiness.  It’s that magic that sparks your brain and sends the pleasant shivers down your spine, igniting every pleasure center in your body and makes your orgasm a satisfied one.

Alright, then what about the fears of enjoying it so much that you’ll go over the top and eventually “ruin your life”?  Is there such a thing as too much pleasure?  Isn’t it addictive and harmful for those with an addictive personality?

Before I answer those questions, I want you to take a good hard look at yourself and be completely honest with yourself for a moment.  Do you consider yourself a morally loose individual?  Do you care about those around you and, for the most part at least, act in a responsible and conscientious manner?  Do you break minor and larger laws of not only your society but the universal taboos as well and find it amusing to do so or see yourself as “above the law”?  Do you feel remorse when you hurt someone you care for?  Do you have a history of risky behavior that doesn’t include that famous rite of passage when you were a teenager or attending college and did stupid shit on daily basis as a majority of all humans around the world at that age do?

These are just few of the questions that can help you define your answer as to how dangerous can it be for you to indulge in pleasure.  There are limits to everything and chances are if you’re not already the abominable person you’re afraid you’re going to turn into by enjoying sexual pleasure, then you never will.  All you have to do is remain the conscientious person that you are and don’t go to extremes (like planning on leaving your wife and children because you think you’re in love with someone you’ve never even met, or let someone record your sexual escapades with their own device, etc etc).  And be realistic!  Just because you masturbate to hypno that tells you that you are going to turn into a faggot doesn’t mean you will end up auditioning for porn websites and you’ll be soooo addicted to being an amateur porn star that you will be getting your own category on porn tube.

Having pleasure as the most important ingredient in your life doesn’t mean you’ll be destroying yourself.  Quite the opposite actually: it will make your life magical.

 

 

A Mission for you puppets

A new Mission for you puppets

and a chance to please your Queen

Mmm pleasing your Queen AND being useful are two of the most wonderful things in a puppet’s world.  Such feelings of deep pride rise up within you when you are given an opportunity not just to serve but show your undying devotion in more ways than just stroking, or suffering, or being a love struck fool, etc etc for your Queen.  Warm, bubbling pleasure spreads through your entire being; pleasure that lasts so much longer than a physical orgasm and leaves you satisfied in ways that words simply cannot express.  I call it “an emotional orgasm” as it’s a powerful emotion and one of the biggest components to overall satisfaction and happiness.  Anyone and at any time can achieve a physical release but without emotional satisfaction, it’s a fleeting feeling that only intensifies the hollowness and leads individuals towards a meaningless floundering, completely disconnected and already craving another “fix” in hopes another physical orgasm will fool the mind into being satisfied.

Most people are aware of the difference between a physical and emotional orgasm and seek to find the balance; the truly devoted subjects rely on their Queen/Mistress/Goddess to help them achieve this perfectly balanced state.  There are many components to this highly sought out equilibrium and it’s not something of a cookie-cutter pattern that fits everyone, which is why most of My favorite puppets and pets all have such diverse purposes and uses.  But there are some components that do apply to, at the very least, most of the male population worldwide and that is the need and desire to take care of “their women”.  One of My favorite male traits, I might add.  Oh I am far from being helpless or a “damsel in distress” and if I was, I doubt you would even get a hint of it, however it doesn’t mean I do not appreciate or enjoy men as they are: simply men.  Yes, even the most emasculated faggot or a sissy still has instincts of a human male and it’s those “protective” and “provider” and so on that I find endearing.  Being a Queen doesn’t mean I stop being a Woman or become a Female Supremacist.  It just means that I expect My puppets to act as chivalrously, worship women and hold them in high esteem, protect, serve, pamper, respect, revere, adore, be devoted to as men have since Gods have created the humans.

Oh boy… Laughs at Myself.  Here I was going to make an easy-breezy post about having a new mission for you puppets and I get heavily into philosophical once again.  I swear, sometimes I want to throw the dictionary and all those other big and heavy tomes at Myself!  Just kidding, that would be quite impossible and, besides, I’d maim anyone who even thinks of throwing a book of any kind and disrespecting it that way.

Back to the subject of pleasing your Queen though!

As most of you know I have moved this summer to a new Wicked Mansion.  I absolutely love it and have been decorating it for months now with little touches here and there.  It’s a perfect place.  Yet…  There is one very important thing missing.  This vital piece that I wasn’t able to retrieve from My previous dwelling due to little details like you can’t take a decal sticker off the wall after 4 years and expect it to re-stick.  Or even to not become a mangled piece of useless plastic.  Ugh.

Yes, I am talking about My signature Black Widow Spider Web background here.

The wicked web was originally just a symbolic concept when I first stepped onto the platform and took charge of My Evil Realm as Queen of The Night and digitally enhanced images with a web adorned all of My listings on Niteflirt.  It was on a whim that I decided to decorate My bedroom (and keep it that way even though people were wondering why do I have Halloween decorations up ALL year round) and I’ve come to love the look.  And now, while My symbolic web is still growing and encompassing new prey day after day, I find My surroundings lacking.

It’s not only My surroundings but the image you have come to associate with and find so enchanting to the point of you needing it as much as My devious mind altering and conditioning.  Seeing your Evil Enchantress caress the silky strands of My web and smile at you while I remind you that you are a prey caught in it makes it so much more intense, doesn’t it.  Oh, My videos are still great, actually they keep getting better and better, but this is one thing that makes them doubly enchanting.

Which is why I’m sending you on a mission puppets!  Yes, I am going to allow My devoted subjects to take care of their Queen and provide for Me the one thing that’s lacking in My Queendom at the moment: a new wicked web.  I’ve done all the “looking for it” part already and have added several pieces to My Amazon Wishlist.  Take a note of quantities, puppets, as I do require the exact amounts of each product added.  As I now have French doors in My office and another glass door that leads outside, I would like to cover all three of them with My web and use the rest of the decorations here and there around the house.  So yes, I do need everyone of those webs I have added to My wishlist.

This is a mission for all of you puppets and there are enough web items for many of you to contribute to.  Or of course one lucky puppet may claim all the glory of being the best “provider” for his Queen and fetch them all.

Just think how much joy that will bring Me to have My beautiful web adorning My surroundings again and how much pleasure it will bring you knowing that you’ve been such a good boy for Me and took good care of your beloved Queen’s wishes and need.  A step closer to that balance I told you about earlier and fulfillment that goes beyond anything a physical gratification alone can give you.

 

Fall Specials

Fall Specials

I have decided to run some Fall Specials, considering today is the First Day of Fall and it seems like such an appropriate time.  As I was getting everything together (changing prices, adding goodies to My new Digital Goodies Blog etc) a cute conversation with jack had Me amused at the play on words and have prompted this blog post.

As jack came on yahoo, he asked Me about My irrelevant status update that said “taking calls tonight” and it being early in the morning, you can see how absurd that status was.

Since I was already more than halfway done with all of My preparations for this Fall Special, I have updated the status without so much as replying to jack (oh I do love to torment him by ignoring that poor ole puppet of Mine until he comically blows up My messenger with virtual whimpering, see example HERE) to the tag line “Fall specials check My goodies page https://www.niteflirt.com/Queen%20of%20The%20Night#goodies.

You’re amazing… “fall” specials? As in the season or what we do for You?

Of course My reply was “all of the above” but inside I was smirking at how this play on words was so befitting.  Isn’t what I always encourage you, puppets, to do is fall, fall and fall deeper for Me? *EvilGrin*  It is one of My most favorite things that you, darlings, do, especially when you just plunge right off the cliff upon My command.

Oh that delicious fall…  The rush of adrenaline as fear being replaced by sheer exhilaration.  Free falling is an amazing experience and once you have tried it, you get hooked to the point of you now anticipating that sweet mix of emotions running through you.  Something you must experience again and again.  Fall… and drift…  Suspended from reality with not a care about the world from which I have now separated you, floating in an alternative realm where a myriad of pleasurable sensations take over not only your body but your mind as well.

After a while, once you’ve become familiar with all the emotions that come with a fall, you even welcome that initial sense of panic that grips you tight right before you step right of the ledge.  Its bittersweet taste only enhances your fall and you learn to keep your eyes wide open as I open up the colorful scenery towards which you are hurling at the mind-boggling speed.  A wind picks you up and cradles you on its waves as I direct it to take you to a place where you’re going to land in My enchanting web.  The hues of pleasure are such as you’ve never imagined swirl before your eyes, all blending into a one breathtaking picture unfolding under My guidance.  Things you’ve never thought to see, do, experience, want are limitless in their colorful array, spreading further and further.  Falling becomes an act you anticipate as you crave to pass through the veil that separates your world and My enchanting realm into a new season.

Yes, I just did that again.  Play on words…  Fall is a season, My very favorite one of the year too, and now I’m going to get philosophical again as I connect the dots as to why your falling signifies a new season.  But you have been waiting for that, haven’t you?  How can you read MY blog and not anticipate ME taking something from life itself and connect it to the wonderful world of fantasy in phone sex?  I never disappoint, just as I never let you fall and crash without My wicked web softening your fall and protecting you from yourself.

Now what was it about seasons?  Ahhh yes…  Autumn, Fall…  A season in nature that prepares the Earth for the deep slumber during the Winter.  It is ripe with the offerings of a harvest carefully nurtured during the Spring and Summer.  Reaping your rewards and settling in for a cozy, drifting, more peaceful pace in life, well until the holiday rush takes over for a brief moment there.   For some, this season – Fall, is the time for rumination as days become shorter and nights begin to stretch out over the Earth in a protective blanket.  It is the time to reflect on how well or poor the harvest has turned out for them this year and start already to make plans for the next year to ensure an equal or better rewards.  For others it is more metaphorical as they evaluate their personal growth during those lengthening Autumn evenings.  A solitary walk in the park or settling down with a hot cup of cider while the weather is still pleasantly warm with a nice fresh breeze that gently ruffles the now falling leaves across the ground and letting the thoughts drift over the last season.  Was it a fulfilling one?  Fun?  Productive?  Enriching with life’s wisdom?  Are there regrets watching another season slip away or anticipation of the next one and what it will bring?  Do the seasons weight on your shoulders or have they brought you the peace and contentment?

So many questions and even more possible answers but one thing is for sure, you have just completed another season in your lifespan, whether it was a good or a bad one and what is life but the change of seasons?  Nothing ever stays the same nor it should, however it is up to each person to make a choice of whether the changes will be for the growth or the destruction.  When you make the choice to fall at My command, do you not take a chance on learning something about yourself?  To make something out of your existence that ordinarily you would not even consider such a possibility?  Do you not change inwardly each time you plunge: maybe becoming more in-tuned with your inner voice and feelings, more accepting of yourself and your own needs, more aware of who you are and what you’re capable of?  Do you feel the seasons within yourself evolving each and every time?

If you’re pausing to think about it than you already know the answer to these questions and now all that remains is to remind you once again that Fall is the time of Harvest and for you being so brave and courageous to keeping falling again and again of that cliff, the rewards are plentiful and sweet…

The Fall Specials are for you to enjoy some of the videos or recordings you might have missed before but at a price lower than the original.  Yes, darlings, you have been very good boys for your Queen this past season again, and, while I am also changing and evolving with the new season just starting by trying My hand at something new, I know you will follow Me and be the fruits of My harvest when those new seeds take root.

For now, enjoy the specials!  To make it easier to find them all, I have created a new blog “Digital Goodies” where I have posted all of the ones on sale.  Some you will find under the tabs “Videos” and “Audio recordings” and the rest on a home page.  In the future I will be posting all of My newest goodies on that blog so add it to your favorites or subscribe so that you don’t miss a single one as well as the changes of the next seasons to come…

 

Evil Enchantment

Evil Enchantment

completely under the spell

Oh the Evil Enchantment that you have fallen prey to… how it has noticeably changed your entire life.  The effects of it have turned your perfectly mundane life into an existence of someone resembling a drug addict.

What does it mean to be so completely under the spell of the Evil Enchantment?  Is it purely pleasure and bliss?  Is it torment and suffering?  Or is it something in between or a mixture of both?

What kind of a wicked formula have I concocted that I slip into My potions that you, My dear prey, have been consuming upon My encouragement?

My Evil Enchantment seduces you from the beginning into surrendering to your deepest fantasies and infuses you with such feeling of blissful ecstasy that you feel its effects days, weeks, months and even years after first encountering Me and My spell-binding potions.

Already you have found out that there is no escape once you’ve fallen under My spell and now you feel the irresistible pull that grows into a strong urge to give yourself over to wave after wave of delicious pleasure.  Only by submitting yourself to the call of the Siren you may feel that pleasantly drifting sensation that disconnects you from the worrisome or mundane world that you live in and let yourself plunge into a mindless existence where nothing matters but the swirling colors of pleasure surrounding you and coloring your world that otherwise is so dull and grey.

This Evil Enchantment is your escape and thus it was created with that special ingredient that I slip into My potions knowing exactly what’s lacking in your life.  Oh don’t get Me wrong, My pet, you may be quite happy in your everyday life and I am by no means implying that you’re not content or unsuccessful in your endeavours but you have to admit, there are times when you want to escape that perfectly orderly and complacent life of yours.

Isn’t that why you browse page after page, searching for something you’re not even able to give a name to, darling?  Isn’t it just that longing for something you realize is buried deep inside that brought you right here and gave you the courage to see the colorful hues shimmering just on the edges of My enchanting web?

Now be a brave boy and embrace what this Evil Enchantment can uncover for you: the magnitude of the emotions and pleasures, the escape and surrender, the ultimate bliss.

Help yourself to My new mesmerizing recordings to experience better all those things you’ve been searching for or have denied yourself, darling, and succumb to the pull of the Evil Enchanting Web of Queen Luna.

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It’s a two-way street

It’s a two-way street

yup, we’re back to the long-term relationships again

What makes a relationship?  Which components are necessary in order to have a real, meaningful and long-term relationship?  How much should each person involved put in, or invest if you will, into a relationship?  And why am I not working for a degree to become a therapist with all this talk about relationships instead of setting My heart on research?

Don’t mind the last question.  That’s My thinking out loud which I tend to indulge in a lot.  Of course, the answer to that last question is the simpler one compared to the rest: I feel that research would benefit Me and the rest of the population a lot more.  I love learning and discovering; that is My nature: to pick at things, analyze, look for patterns, tweak and experiment, then learn more.  The one reason I don’t want to become a therapist (as if I’m not one already in a way) is because of the simple rule: you can’t help those who do not want to help themselves.  I find it a waste of My time and efforts to attempt and offer help, compassion and understanding to those who are only going to keep making sad excuses for themselves without actually trying to change their lives as they claim they want to.

That’s a bit of a personal philosophy for you there. 😉  But I digress from the topic at hand, which is: relationships.  I know you’ve heard it before.  Yes, it’s a two-way street, and even here in the fetish world of phone sex that same rule applies.  I’ve spoken a bit about long-term relationships before and you can browse My blog if you’ve missed it to catch up with My views and ideas on what it has to do with the phone sex in the first place.  And if you have been following My blog for a while, then you are aware of several long-term relationships I have with some of My puppets.

A recent e-mail from someone who’s been calling Me on and off for 6 years has prompted Me to delve a bit into this matter once again.  This young man has mentioned few times in his letter to Me of how I might not remember him in the sea of thousands of clients as well as his desire to have a long-term relationship.  While My answer to him will be complimentary to this entry, I wanted to make some distinctions for those who are searching for something different and have forgotten in their pursuit of fantasy that it’s a two-way street.  Yes, I’m going to keep reminding you of this until it is drummed into your consciousness.

One of the distinctions I wanted to bring to attention is the difference between a client and a puppet/puppy/slave that I claim as Mine.  Clients fall into the categories of 1) called or purchased content less than 10 times in a life-time, 2) a regular caller/buyer over a period of time, also can be called as wanker, whose contact is for the purpose of only sexual gratification, 3) a regular caller shared with multitude of other flirts, some personal exchange (real-life experiences, laughter, intellectual discussions etc), and 4) clicker, or potential clients, who have never made any contact with Me before.

Now, while I might call everyone in general “darlings” and “puppets”, for most it is just a part of the fantasy.  Those who do fall into the category of My “pets” are the ones with whom I have developed a relationship over the years, who’s intimate details, thoughts and desires I know from speaking to them often over the phone, email or yahoo messenger; as well as personal details about their lives (and they’re allowed to be privy to some of Mine as well), with whom I laugh or have long intense conversations about serious and not so serious things.  My pets are the ones that are there on regular basis to take care of Me, pamper Me, cheer Me on, be cheered on by Me, share their everyday lives with Me and accept Me as I am: seductive, wicked, moody, funny, sadistic, bewitching, ignorant and arrogant, charming, sweet or cruel and everything in between.

But back to the “it’s a two-way street” thing.  No relationship can survive when it’s only one person that tries to keep it alive.  As one of My closest “vanilla world” friends says: “relationship is not 50/50.  It is 100/100 and only that way.”  Remember that saying “you get what you put in”?  I know that most of My callers fall into a category of “wankers” which means they only get so much of My attention as it’s required for Me to give them.  I am good at what I do and My miles long feedback on Niteflirt can testify for that.  Those wankers and I are content with that arrangement.  It doesn’t mean I will give less of a quality call or content, just that this is what it looks like.  They call Me to get off, I get them off  and get pad for it and next time we do it all over again.  Done.  Both sides are happy with the outcome.

However, there is a good majority that looks for a connection beyond simple “wank-wank, thank you Ma’am.”  That need for a personalized touch, a real person, confidant, companion, or as the 21st century has dubbed it eGirlfriend/Virtual Girlfriend.  In this virtual world it doesn’t matter if you’re married, single or in a vanilla relationship.   Not every real-world relationship is perfect or satisfies every need and desire.  It doesn’t mean, however, that I will allow you to be a total jerk to the woman in your life or do something stupid like tell Me you want to leave your wife and children to be with Me or anyone else for that matter if I see they are completely taking advantage of you and do not care an ounce for you or your loved ones.  What it does mean is that I fill the blank and void spaces in your life left or being unable to be filled by those in your immediate surroundings.

It also doesn’t mean you shouldn’t devote yourself to Me as much as possible even if you are otherwise in a relationship.  That would be one of the things required of you on this two-way street.  If I am going to devote My personal time to open you up to endless possibilities of you fulfilling your needs, I expect nothing short of devotion in return.

Being as transparent as you possibly can be is also helpful.  I have said it before and will say it again: I am NOT a mind reader.  Want to earn My trust and be in My inner circle?  Take a leap of faith and show Me who you are.

No, I don’t mean give Me your full name, address, social security number and etc.  Share a little, even insignificant, details about your life, speak of your goals, dreams and hopes and you’d be surprised how few minutes of casual conversation can make the connection not only stronger but also more meaningful.  Don’t be afraid to be vulnerable if you’re seeking true intimacy.  And don’t be afraid to ask Me questions in return.  Not only will I keep what personal details you’ve shared with Me confidential unless you request otherwise, but I just might satisfy your quarry about Myself.

Please keep in mind the distinction between building a lasting relationship and asking questions that we both know you’re asking to masturbate to.  At best, if you don’t ask them while we’re on the phone, I will charge you for the answers and if you never pay but keep asking via email/messenger I will begin to completely ignore you.  At worst, I will block you and that will put an end to any relationship you have hoped to achieve.  Only certain pets have earned the privilege of getting some of those answers when we’re chatting and continue to have it because they have not taken advantage of My generosity and respect My wishes and time I allocate for each of them.

There may be a lot required of you, or very little, depending on how deep this connection develops between us but as long as you follow the simple rules and remember your place in My life, the demands I place on you will not seem harsh but quite pleasurable.  In order for Me to walk down My side of the street to meet you in the middle and bestow My attention on you, you first must show Me that not only you understand those simple rules but that you are willing to walk the distance.  It also helps a great deal when you spell out what kind of and how deep a relationship you are looking for as well.

Now, My side of the street is a bit more complicated as one of the things you must keep in mind is that I am just one person with a life outside Niteflirt that includes people that depend on Me, as well as My own interests I pursue in life.  Then you also must take into account My personality; you either love it or you don’t, can live with it or can’t stand the frustration some of My moods might leave you experiencing.  But don’t worry, unless it absolutely amuses Me as it does with jack, I won’t torment you much as I ignore your attempts to get My attention.  That one (jack) always makes Me laugh with the way he streams love proclamations, puffs and huffs in frustration, and then whimpers in agony the longer I make him wait for even one single word.

Also, there is some truth to the young man’s words ” You believe that you don’t need to do any work because I’ll do it all myself. The “seed” is planted”.  To a point, it is correct.  I do plant the seeds but it doesn’t take much work to be Myself either and if I had to work at it, it would be fake.  Neither I Myself, nor Satan for those of you dark sinners, hold anyone against their will.  Giving up control is one thing, but even then you are doing it willingly as well.  And no relationship can survive if one or both parties are forced to be there or can’t accept each other for who they are.

I am who I am, love Me for it or just lust for outer package but in either case do not forget that the terms are set by Me and this show is ran by Me as well.  While I will take your desires into consideration and I am fair enough to look for a compromise when it calls for it, I am the one who makes the rules.  If you are easily offended by My sudden absences or unable to handle the silence from Me when I need to recharge in My own private space that even family and closest friends had to get used to, then I will simply move on down that street.  It may be inconsiderate of Me, and even rude at times, but we all have our own quirks and this one works for Me.  Besides, neither one of us will benefit or will be happy if I turn into a cruel Mistress and start slinging hexes left and right.  I do prefer My seductive spells and charming personality, as I know you do as well and wish for nothing short of pleasing Me like a good boy.

I am going to leave off there for right now since I have made it quite a lengthy post and I do believe there is some prey that has been nibbling on the bait of being bounded to Me in a long-term relationship… *EvilGrin*

 

 

 

There is no place like home…

There is no place like home

said Dorothy clicking her ruby slippers

Me?  Well, I just looked at the pair of destroyed shoes and said: “no sight-seeing trip is complete until you wear out a pair of shoes playing a tourist”.  And then I went back to My enchanting mansion where I stood in front of all those sexy heels in My closet and said with contentment: “There really is no place like home.”

Me and My shoes…  While I’m nothing like most typical women, this is one thing (of very few) that I share with the rest of the female population.  The only difference is that I enjoy colorful, spiked, bold and daring shoes, just like My clothes.

Well, enough about that for now, I’ll get back to reminding you of all the sexy heels on My amazon wishlist just waiting to be gifted by you to Me because you simply adore Me later.  Right now, it just feels good to be home.

My birthday and the vacation went quite amazing and I thank everyone for My birthday wishes.  I have received so many emails that I’m just saying it here as I’ll be forever catching up answering all of birthday wishes.  That would leave Me absolutely no time to catch up with all the wicked things I have planned for My puppets, addicts and slaves.  And now that I am home, oh how I’ve missed the wickedness…

Already I am thinking of the next video sets that I want to film.  And the new mp3’s to brainwash you with to record.  And answering My phone to further addict you or seduce a new prey into My lovely web.  While I’ve had a blast visiting with family and playing a tourist in Philly, I have to admit, there is no place like home.

I’m still settling in and some things are still awaiting to have a purpose or place assigned to them in My new Evil Mansion of Lust and Wickedness but as I look around, I see so many potentials for another amazing shoot or two or many, knowing every one of you puppets’ weaknesses, and gleefully anticipating exploring the effects as you tumble deeper not even realizing what hit you or how.  The first month here I didn’t get but a tease of a chance to do it, but now that My vacation is over, Me taking another few months off from school, I can’t wait to get started!

Indeed, there is no place like home where I can be exactly who I am, The Evil Enchantress, and do what I love, trapping My prey for Eternity as My mindless slaves and puppets.

Royal Birthday coming up!

Royal Birthday coming up!

CELEBRATE WITH YOUR QUEEN!

Mmm yes, My birthday is just around the corner and as always I’m quite excited about it because it means couple of things: I get to take another trip (ohh the traveler I am) and I get presents.  Not that I don’t get either of those two all year round with My driving up and down the East Coast and My darling pets constantly spoiling (such a privilege for you boys) but there is something magical about those things because they happen due to One’s Royal Birthday.

I have already received several presents from some of My pets: puppy has been extra good this year with many packages being sent to My door, filled with dresses, skirts and such, as well as sending in a tribute when I told him I found a piano on craigslist and was expecting it for My birthday.  I wasn’t disappointed as usual. 🙂  Sinner puppet’s gifts of sexy latex are currently on the way, but I did get in time a new red dress that you saw in My newest “Lust Spell” video and a latex cat suit dress from My crossdressing puppet (not sissy Moye) that I’ve enjoyed quite a bit.  Jack and foot slave also were ones of the first puppets to send Me lovely gifts of lingerie and a sexy red top.

Of course it’s still not to late for the rest of you to check out My wishlist below or send a tribute to wish your Queen a Happy Birthday.  And I just might be online and taking calls later in the evening on 29th for those of you who do call in every year to celebrate with Me.

Since I will be gone for the entire next week, I won’t be spending that much time most days online or taking calls as I will be spending time with My family.  I will still be able to answer an occasional email or two and send out the newest sizzling videos and photo sets so keep an eye on your Niteflirt inbox!  My darling puppets always need their Queen’s presence and even while I’m away, remember that I’m always here.

Now be good boys and start wishing your Queen a Happy Royal Birthday while I tend to last details and packing for My exciting trip.

Muah!

QL

 

 


      

It all begins with LUST

It all begins with LUST

the very thing that feeds the Darkness and Darkness feeds it in return

 As you can see, it is a circle, one that will keep going on for the Eternity.  It has been such from dawn of times and will be thus until the end.  It all begins with lust and ends with lust as well.

I have been coming back to the subject of Lust Myself constantly too over the years.  Perhaps, it is because Lust was what has started My own journey here and how years later many of My puppets are still feeding off that very same lust and indulging it as well.  Lust does come in so many forms, yet what is it but a desire, no matter what form it’s taken on or where it comes from.  It is but a simple DESIRE.

While desire and lust can pertain to so many things in life, I want to touch on what exactly it means here, right now, and the sort of desire that brought you to Me in the first place.  It all begins with… what you seek when you land onto My pages and unto My deviant Realm: your physical needs, aka horniness.

Browsing the content on Niteflirt (have you noticed even the logo of Niteflirt is “Speak to your Desire”?) you are looking for someone to satisfy your needs and you do so with one goal in mind: to masturbate.  The person you chose has to be someone you find attractive, may it be the voice, if you’re browsing over the phone menu, the appearance, if you’re scrolling through pages, and, of course, the content or description of fetishes, role plays and fantasies.  All of which are fueled by no other but LUST.  Yes, from the very first moment when you come here, you are guided by your lust.

And here is where the circle begins to spin.  Mmm how do I love that circle that keeps bringing you into My web again and again.  While it all begins with lust, and the first sparks of it are quite the exciting ones too, what makes it all even more so delicious is how that lust is used to birth other important factors that will keep you in this vortex trapped with no possible escape.

It’s not a secret that I use manipulations of your lustful desires and secret fantasies to cultivate an addiction.  For most, it is an addiction to Me in form of devotion and even love, for others it’s an addiction to Darkness and more Lust.  It’s no wonder I have dubbed My wicked web The Web of Lust as each strand that wraps around you triggers some kind of sexual desire.  With them I control you, shape you, guide you into… more lust.

Oh and how I love it when that very lust you feel, the very desire that I string you with, turns into such powerful cravings for more so that you feel you must constantly come back for more, thus propelling you even further in the spin of the circle.  The intense whirl of constant arousal that I always fuel and feed with another decadent mind melt, or a sensual whisper of My bewitching web strings that tugs on your emotions, the painting of your fantasies in intricate detail are your daily companions in this journey I take you on.  Soon, it is unthinkable to even imagine not having these desires constantly present in your life and you become an addict.

What has started out as a simple need to find physical relief, turned into a much darker existence.  It is here that you find your life as you knew it slowly fading away; you as a person you once were irrevocably changed.  Lust consumes you as I feed it, use it to My advantage to shape you into a puppet and slave.  With it firmly lodged as your “must have ingredient” to function on daily basis I can make you do pretty much anything I wish.  Oh and I delight in doing so *EvilGin*.

Where does it stop, you might ask?  It simply doesn’t, darling.  Once you have tasted the ambrosia of Lust, once you gave in to it, there is no going back.  Only keep following it and its delightful circle with each curve building up the sheer intensity, heightening the pleasure, achieving that mind blowing release…  And then… then you think you’re done… Until… the twinges of that lust begin anew, only this time besides your desire to recreate that blissful pleasure, you want to explore each dark corner of it too.  Lust feeds on lust and constantly it brings you back full circle: desire clawing at you, a need that builds to fevered pitch, a bliss that follows with release and… memories of it the next day that propel you to keep spinning in this mindless abyss.

It all begins with lust and ends with lust as well.

I thought a few examples would demonstrate it best and I have been quite wicked in these latest creations of Mine that will begin the journey for some new prey here and thrust those in My web already onto another spin of Vortex.  Enjoy your whirl, darlings, and don’t try to fight it.  There is no escape once you have tasted dark pleasures of desires called Lust.

 

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