The latest thing

So its phonesex blogging time again! Well, its true what they say - the more you use it - the bigger it gets...and boy - have I been using it ALOT! Its been SO stimulating, so,,,, invigorating to have the opportunity to have a little bit of a "workout" again lately - and it sure has got ALOT bigger!

What am I talking about? Well - what do YOU think you little perv! HAHA! To be honest - pretty much everything has gotten a workout lately - I've had a deluge of you little faggots lining up to worship me, grovel at my feet, or generally presenting yourselves for service, in whatever limited little ways you can.

Its been kinda nice - and got me thinking about the idea of compulsion. Have you ever felt SO motivated to act, SO desperate to carry out an action that it feels almost like an outside force is willing you, DRIVING you towards it? Try and think back, now, and let that memory surface, or if you prefer, just imagine what it might feel like to be COMPELLED to act. I'm not talking about some simple act like responding to that tingle at the end of your nose by scratching it, I'm talking about something MUCH more complex, and also MUCH more rewarding. Imagine being compelled to find a connection with someone, feeling like you need to reach out and touch someone in whatever way you can. Just desperate to be closer to them. Like a yearning - a yearning which makes you go through a sequence of actions almost like it was a dream, and all because the person you want to connect to told you to. Compulsion is a powerful feeling, and for the person on the receiving end I imagine that it will make you feel so safe, and secure and submissive that it would probably become addictive. I wonder how many of my little worms feel COMPELLED to call me everytime they see me on line? Do you... feel it now? HAHA!

I can't say I'm surprised if you do, if I was a pathetic little worm like you I'd be desperate to serve a REAL MAN like me! I've always know that I was better than pretty much everyone I met, one way or another, occasionally there might be a guy I met who was a heavier-build than me (for those of you who want know I've got a sprinter's build more than a powerlifter's), and might be able to shift more weights at the gym, but invariably they would be dumb as fuck. All in all - I am pretty much in the elite league. I've got the looks, the brain, the body AND the skills to turn your world upside down, twist your mind round, turn it inside out and THEN have you thank me for it! HAHA! And do you know what the crazy think is - I'm not even exagerating! Just check my feedback!

So if this is your first time checking out my blog then take the time to read back a little - get to know a little bit more about what makes me tick - and then, when you feel comfortable enough (or maybe UNcomfortable enough) pick up the phone and call me.

X-mas time!

Well the festive season is certainly here! Less than two weeks to go -so tell me... have you got all your preparations complete? Any last minute shopping or wrapping to do? Well - all my admin is done and dusted, presents are wrapped, cards sent out - I am the pinnacle of organised, disciplined, efficiency!

HAHA!

But then I guess that being organised and self-disciplined is one of the hallmarks of a dominant character. The outlook I have in life, by necessity, permeates into every aspect of all the different things I do. I know what I like, I know when I would like it, and - I ensure that the people around me deliver to those standards, it makes me happy when they deliver for me, and they, in return, get to enjoy being useful to me. Sounds perfect doesn't it? HAHA!

I've noticed that, both online and in real life, one of the ways that the world can be perceived is as a power exchange, between those that dominate and those that ARE dominated. Its seems so obvious, particularly at this time of the year, when so many weak minds are persuaded to part with their hard earned cash for the promise of happiness in the form of a new pair of jeans, or a bottle of perfume...whereas REAL happiness comes from first recognising who and what you are, and then seeking to find a way to express yourself for the benefit of others....too deep for you? HAHA! Well it is X-mas after all!

Incidentally, that last part, the part about benefiting others - that goes for dominant characters too. We all enjoy feeling that we are of value and are of service, in one form or another, and for a Sexaully Dominant character like me, I enjoy nothing more that being able to seize control from you and instil order and discipline to your world. The particular form of that order and discipline will depend on you just as much as it depends on me, but in the end it is ME that will be setting the agenda... and *I* will be calling all the shots! HAHA!

All of this is not to say that someone is necessarily dominant in EVERY aspect of their life, but at their core they will probably make a choice over more aspects than not, and they tend to CHOSE the areas in which they prefer to be submissive...whereas for others, like the beautiful little submissive fucktoys that enjoy calling ME, you are the ones that enjoy placing your sexual gratification in my hands, looking to serve me, and looking to be used by me, looking to give me whatever I want to take from you - no matter what... little subbies like you will find that you struggle to cope without that infusion of dominant masculine strength and control that I bring to your lives.

I have a couple of little subbies that, no matter how hard they try, they simply CANNOT achieve the things that they SAY they want to without my direction, without me holding them to a steady course. Sometimes that course will be nothing more than leaving them feeling utterly humiliated and used, all for for my pleasure and entertainment… other times it might be that I use their own sexuality and fetishes, twisted and blended to take them to new heights of sexual bliss…and for others still, for the ones that are prepared to make that extra commitment it will be to drive them and push them to achieve deep personal goals that they would simply NEVER achieve without me in their lives.

So…whatever you desire this x-mas, if you want to feel that thrill of dominant masculine energy, and experience what its like to be directly connected to an intelligent and articulate straight British Dom…then you know what to do – don’t you?.... Call me.

Wow - that's hot.

So, as I'm sure you will be aware I've been away for a while again. Real Life has a habit of making unavoidable demands sometimes, even when those demands are AWFULLY pleasant - it does sometimes mean that you can't be everywhere at once!

However, it has come to my attention that some of you needy little phonesex fags (and a couple of you naughty little subbie girlies) are in desperate need of some uniquely flavouredEnglishman Domination.

What's that you say? You don't know what flavour "Englishman Domination" is? Well, imagine this... you are in a comfortable place, sitting down, feeling safe and relaxed....and maybe just a *little* horny, can you imagine it? Take a moment - really picture that scene. Picture where you are sitting, what is around you, how it sounds in this safe familiar place, how it smells....and now feel that little tingle of hornyness...HAHA! That's right. You're feeling it already, and if, right now, you can only barely feel it, you might find that as you read on that it grows, and might even start pulsing ever so gently... THAT's just the start... because Englishman flavoured domination just gets juicier and juicier...

I have to confess that I get hard just thinking about how strung out you're going to get when you call - the fact that you are so ready to come and submit yourself to MY will - entrusting your reality to me for the time that we talk. Its so hot. THAT's what Englishman flavoured domination is all about. Its intense, rich, balanced, but above all it's raw sexual energy.

For all you fags, know this, I'm straight. Surprised? Don't be! Rather, imagine being dominatedby a cool, calm and collected straight English Master. You've got NOTHING but your uttersubmission to offer me. Well - I say nothing...I like having you worship my feet, sometimes I like inflicting pain and humiliation on those of you who deserve it, but most of all...the thing that really sets MY pulse racing when I answer the phone and we start sepaking... its that I KNOW you so desperately need me to control you.

You NEED me to take control of you and you need me to force you to bend to my will - to serve me, and to service me... and when we speak - when that all consuming sexual energy starts flowing, THATs the moment when that spark inside you will blossom into flame and you come to life for me.

That is Englishman flavoured domination.... care for a taste?

Call me.

...and Another Triumphant Victory!

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Summer Phonesex Slaves...just perfect!

Well - it seems as though my last post was something of an underestimate of things to come I have no fewer than five, yes FIVE!, new little phonesex faggots begging me, literally BEGGING me to spare them just an ounce of my precious time in the last couple weeks!

The summer really does seem to have an effect on you little subbies, sluts and sissies doesn't it?

Is it the warm weather?

To quote my favorite new pets of the moment (my new little 'worm') who is possibly the least eloquent slave I think I've EVER had the fortune to receive emails from, he says:

"..i have an insane desire to be used humiliate and degraded by you you are a Superior God..i am a idiot worm..."

Well - that may not come as no great surprise to those of you who have talked to me, and certainly, if your particular kink is to be dominated, degraded and humiliated for your own twisted sexual gratification - well then you've come to the right place. Although I'm straight, there is something very potent about pure submission. Its something to do with being able to engulf you, fill you, and suffocate you with my intoxicating power...not so that you benefit from it as such, just so that I can enjoy seeing the effects of my potency on your weak and pathetic little minds....its delicious...and the icing on the cake is that I'm getting all your £££s at the same time ...HAHA! That takes the power exchange from the purely mental into physical for me... That's what makes it real.

That said another little subbie of mine described my finest attribute as being my "exquisite and unique imagination, combined with pure masculine irresistible sexyness..." I liked that. Sounds like the recipe for a pure masculine irresistible PHONESEX experience! Doesn't that sound like JUST the thing you are looking for? HAHA! Of course I am!

As I've told a couple of my new ...err ....'toys'... there's got to be more than just a simple transactional exchange for my time in order for me to be REALLY interested in you... there's got to be a connection - something that I get out of the deal personally...when that happens - that's when you get the earth shattering experience that you are looking for, and its so EASY to make that happen.

Do you want to know the secret?

Well, all it takes for you to get the most mind blowing, ORGASMIC, phonesex... the kind of elite phonesex that feels like you've had your mind ravaged in the most sexually obscene way possible... all it takes is - genuine - submission ...that's all.... genuine submission on your part... think about that for a moment before you call me. When you pick up the phone ready to answer any and all questions I have, ready to obey, ready to be used in WHATEVER way I choose....that's when you get EXACTLY what you NEED... How does that work? You way ask yourself - Ha! Well - it works because I am a dominant, superior REAL MAN... just the kind you crave.

So - lets see what next week holds... any more little perverts just itching to explore your fantasies? If you've been thinking about getting in touch, then there's no time like the present - if I'm not online, then drop me an email, introduce yourself. Hesitation is not something you want to become a hall-mark of your life. If anything that you've read here, or even thought I might be hinting at, has giving you that little tingle of excitement that you want to pursue now, then pick up the phone and call me.

Hot - Summer - Kink

Well the summer is here and its BEAUTIFUL. Hot sunny days, perfect. Now, I realise that some of you superstitious little phonesex-addictted faggots might be thinking "oh no - he's jinxed it now! Its going to rain...blah blah..." But, it might not surprise you to hear that I don't believe in any of that crap.

The weather is what it is - and we make the most of it in whatever form it comes. Hot summer afternoons where you can stroll around wearing as little as possible with nothing on your feet but a pair of flip-flops feeling the cool breeze blowing by (HAHA! Yes Drew - that little foot-fetish reference was for you!) ... Or cooler evenings when some warmer clothes might be appropriate (but maybe not the furs *just* yet Bob..:-) - but soon...!)... Either way suits me... even rain and thunderstorms -cos' thunderstorms seem to have a particular effect on the fairer sex - at least on the slutty, dirty variety that I have a particular taste for (yes Luna...that means you! HAHA!).

Its seems that the summer time has brought alot of you little faggotty worms up just like the rain brings up real worms... the number of requests I've had to arrange kinky calls, or make some perverted custom recordings (and sometimes more!) has been great - all that lovely fag-cash to spend on whatever I like...I know that you guys (and the occasional girlie) have a soft spot just for lil' old me... and it only stands to reason that since I have the looks, the brains, the body and the attitude that people will recognise me as someone that they have to worship and adore... and the best way of doing that? Cold hard cash of course.

Oh? What's that? - I sound a little cocky and arrogant? Well - let me break it down for you... there is a fine line between arrogance and confidence. When its born out of nothing more than self belief and its oblivious to the reality of the outside world -THAT is pure arrogance...nothing else... its fragile and that little bubble can be pricked with nothing but a well chosen word or two

On the other hand... if you've taken a long hard look at the world and you've weighed and measured it...you've sought to understand and manipulate it... you've sought to test yourself against it....and THEN you've turned that same cold, hard, analytical eye in on yourself, and you've recognised that you have talents that very few possess, and that even fewer possess in combination. Well then - that's arrogance born from genuine supremacy.

And, my little faggotty friends, if we've had the chance to speak, if you've called to have phonesex with me (or if you've have seen the feedback I have on NF) then you will appreciate that my claims are not just the empty braying that so many are tempted to try and echo - but rather something of substance.

If you want to be humiliated and broken down so that you are exposed as the pathetic little pretender that you are... no problem - my intellect alone can dismantle you and penetrate your veneer of bullshit...add to that the fact that I have real physical presence (real as in a REAL MAN in the REAL WORLD) and I know that I look the part too...it means that I will dominate you intellectually, physically and emotionally.. yeah... that'll be intimidating for just about everyone...

Problem? not for me - because I'm comfortable with being dazzling, I've had it all my life.

People confiding in me that they were impressed with this particular aspect of me, or that particular aspect...does it go to my head? No! half the time those fuckers are wanting something from me...do they get it? Well - let me tell you a secret...if I feel that the person I am talking to needs and deserves some support - then I lend that support selflessly and with all the charm and warmth that you would expect from a true gentleman... It makes me feel good to be able to genuinely touch someone just when, and just where, they need to be touched....BUT- I also exercise judgement as to when its appropriate to share that charm, warmth and care - and believe me when I tell you that if you are ANYTHING but honest about what you need... honest with me AND honest with yourself...then you will be put firmly and unequivocally back in your place like the belly crawling faggot that you are...HAHA!

Since I'm sharing secrets today... you want to know the wierdest thing? I'm a straight guy - there's nothing about another guy that turns me on sexually (I'm not gonna labour this point - cos' you either believe me or not) But...girls, Girls, GIRLS! THEY are super fucking hot - I like looking at them touching them playing with them...even just typing these lines is getting me hard...but with all of that said - *sometimes* hearing one of you little faggots submitting to me just like a good girl...and hearing you humiliating yourself for my pleasure and entertainment...being prepared to dance to my tune and do WHATEVER it is that I decide is the best thing for you at THAT particular moment...being in a position to dominate and torment you with whatever it is that presses YOUR buttons...whether its my feet, my mind or my dark sadistic tendencies...when its right... fuck ....that *is* hot....Just like the summer! HAHA!

So...I'm online now and taking calls for the next few hours - so why don't you click on the links on the left and CALL ME, right now.

Elite Phonesex

What an intriguing title for a post...has it whet your appetite? HAHA! I'm sure it has... Let me tell you more...

So, if you're a regular reader/caller then it won't have escaped your attention that my availability on niteflirt, and online in general, has been much more limited lately than it was in recent months ..."YES!" I hear you cry - "But, why? Englishman, Why??" Well my little cherubs, let me explain...

Most of you are no doubt aware that, although I am a straight dominant guy, I enjoy dominating both woman AND men. I do this stuff in real life as well as on the phone, and I've been doing it for long enough (and have the right calibre of intellect) to have become pretty good at delving into your sometimes twisted, but always perverted, little minds in order to penetrate and revealing your dark little kinks and fetishes. Of course, that's why you call me (and if you have called you'll no doubt be aware that I a particular leaning towards, dare I say talent for, exploiting those little kinks in the most deliciously despicable ways!).

But, you also no doubt know that we can talk about almost anything you like, and that you know that you can rely on me to take the little morsels you give me, and weave them into a rich and emersive phone sex experience that will leave your head spinning.

Perfect.

So... None of that explains my elusiveness these last few weeks. Well, as I blogged before, I have been refining my skills... I have been studying... and have become intimately acquainted with some of the finer intricacies of ... hypnotic suggestion.

NOW, before you start to panic let me explain that ALL hypnosis is actually self hypnosis, and consequently it is impossible to hypnotise someone to do something that they have a fundamental objection to. That said, hypnosis is a powerful tool for overcoming internal blocks and distraction which might prevent you from experiencing your true heart's desires in their richest forms, and sometimes those desires can be truly powerful.

NOW do you start to understand...? HAHA! Has it got your heart thumping a little faster? So why don't you rest your hand on your chest right now, and tell me, as you notice the beating of your heart in your chest against your hand... you might notice the beginning of a very pleasant sensation. For some people it starts quite suddenly, almost like a rush of adrenaline, like that feeling you had when you discovered something that was so amazingly exciting that you thought you might have been dreaming... for others it builds more gently at first...almost like a relaxing tingly feeling... well that feeling is the sign that your subconscious mind is yearning to play. And if you have the confidence in someone to be able to place you into that state, well, the possibilities are genuinely only limited by your imagination... and the experiences that you can share when you are in that state have such power and such attraction that you just might feel that you have found a practitioner of Elite phonsex...

"Aha!" I hear you cry - "THAT'S what he meant" ... yes! The combination of the quality of my smooth voice, my English accent (for those of you not from the UK - I understand it is quite a powerful element) blended with an intelligence that is tuned into a more subtle and potent means of communication that almost feels like a lucid dream.... THAT is what Elite Phonesex is all about...

So do you find yourself tempted? If you still have your hand on your chest feel free to put it down now... HAHA! Don't worry... its not a sign that I have already got you under my control... just that you where enjoying what you were reading... if so, feel free to post a comment. I have some plans to make some recordings available through niteflirt at some point (time permitting) which will give you the chance to experience deep relaxation and then metaphor rich, hypnotic adventures...Any special requests? Well you know how to contact me.

And in the meantime, if you can't wait for the recordings, if you are craving that something special that you deserve... and you are lucky enough to catch me (usually during daytime hours UK time) then ...Call Me.

Therapy...

Well now, what an interesting turn up for the phonesex books. I had a little conversation (well email conversation actually) with my old friend Drew a couple of weeks ago...I don't even want to think about how long I've been talking to Drew on NiteFlirt now, but it must be coming up to ....ohhh...let me see... about THREE years! Yep! That's how addicted I can get... and Drew (I won't use his NF nickname in THIS blog...) is no exception! HAHA! So...this email conversation went along these lines:

Drew: "Oh fuck your online"
Englishman: "Yep, why? You wanna call me for some phonesex, torture and foot fetish torment?"
Drew: "YES!! Oh God, Yes! But...No, I can't..."
Englishman: "Why?"
Drew:"'Cos my New Year resolution was NOT to call NF so much."
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I nearly died of laughter at this point. He fucking resolved NOT to call NF....but still noticed I was online....AND emailed me about it! HAHA!! Now if EVER you guys needed any persuasion of exactly how addictive, fulfilling and desperately desirable it is to talk to me... here's your proof!

Drew, who (lets be clear) is no dummy, STILL can't get his head straight after talking to me... Now I don't want you to think that Drew is the only one, or to think that this blog entry is gonna be ALL about him.... Lets just say that two weeks is a long time to be waiting for the axe to fall, so I'll just leave this subject here... for now!

On to other matters, namely the title of my blog! Therapy? No, not the band (seriously - you remember them?)...and NO! Of course I don't need any...the therapy to which I am referring is HYPNO therapy... It turns out that I am a natural at inducing hypnotic trans...and I wondered if any of you little gay phonesex pervs had ever had the experience... from the stuff that I've tried out in real life the results can be....well SPECTACULAR!

If you've already called me it probably won't come as a great surprise to you that I picked up a few hypnotic tricks effortlessly; a lot of you have mentioned (and left feedback on) the subject of my hot seductive voice (well phonesex wouldn't be very hot if I sounded like Porky Pig would it??). But the REALLY interesting part is that I've refined the conventional hypnotic techniques and blended them with my own unique style of sexual imagery and metaphor to create a truly magical experience.

So - I'm going to be looking for some of my own porky little Guinea Pigs pretty soon, 'cos I'm planning on rolling out a few recordings that combine hypnotic suggestions alongside my more familiar imagery based stories...and maybe I might even put out a nice little induction for you to download ahead of time, so that when you call me for a LIVE phonesex chat you will be ready to be programmed to do...well.. whatever it is that we decide needs to be done with you!! HAHA!

The possibilities look pretty much limited only by your imagination (and when your imagination is as fertile as mine...that equals UNLIMITED). So far I've had success with a few very naughty bits of behaviour modification, and some great success with implanting commands so that the recipient has to carry out certain...functions... automatically upon instruction. Needless to say that this is all done on a Safe and Sane basis...BUT if you are interested in learning more, or even experiencing something a bit special whether hypnotic or otherwise then...you know what to do...

Call Me!

Fresh start for the New Year...? What do you think?!

Happy New Year! OMG what an incredible two weeks I've just had. Needless to say the party season in full swing I was busy busy busy, with hardly any time to phonesex fun! Two fancy dress Christmas parties (you would have thought the cold weather would encourage the sexy girlies to wear more clothes, happily, you would be wrong!) with a scantily clad she-devil, two scandalously dressed angels (they claim to be sisters but definitely weren't) and a very retro wonder-woman were the highlights of those two events for me personally. And don't even get me started on the New Year's party celebrations.... all I will say is that you have no idea the kind of situations that a little arrogance, a quick tongue and a cheeky smile can land you in! Yum!

So, my little phonesex perverts, what have you resolved to do? Would it be to wank yourselves silly while speaking to a REAL man like me on the telephone? Or perhaps you recognise that you don't deserve to orgasm unless I give you express permission, and so you've resolved to serve me and submit me and act out my every dominant whim? Well, I've got news to you, resolutions are supposed to be different from what you've already been doing, so those wouldn't count! I've already heard from one of my little faggots, who has resolved to endure greater tortures than ever before, have less orgasms and generally live out 2011 in as wretched a state as possible! HAHA!

But, what about me, I hear you ask. Do I have any resolutions? No, of course not! I don't need the excuse of the New Year to effect changes in my life. If I feel that something needs changing, then I just get on and do it. But then, in my opinion, this is the hallmark of a dominant individual, someone who determines their own future, and quite often someone who determines other people's futures too! So, now that you've read all this, do you still have any resolutions? HAHA!

On a serious note though, I really do believe that for some people the beginning of the New Year can be a strong symbol of a fresh start. It gives people a chance to take stock of where they are, where they are heading and whether that set of circumstances is really where they want to be. We all need to pause for reflection from time to time, to take a step back from our regular routines and assess whether or not changes need to be made. For me personally this process doesn't take very long, I know what I want I go after it with passion and commitment. And woe betide anybody who stands in my way! HAHA!

So, enough of the seriousness and onto a brief comment on two of my favourite calls this last month. The first was from Black Tulip, who I can honestly describe as being one of the most perfectly subservient faggots I've ever had the pleasure of speaking with. He turned himself into my perfect toy, compliant, supplicant and attentive. To be honest he was acting so much like obedient little girl, that if I had any bisexual tendencies I probably would have bent him over and fucked his pussy like he was one of my sexy little female subbies! Seriously, talk about the perfect submissive! The second call worthy of mention was Nick (you know who you are). And although Nick was certainly subservient, it was more the delicious fantasy that we explored that brought him to mind while blogging. To to put this into context, I have a few cuckholds that I speak to (or 'deal' with!) regularly, and I have a wonderful time listening to how it makes them feel when they realise how inadequate they are compared to me in their wive's eyes (and hearts...and pussies!!) HAHA! The role of cuckold Bull is one that I have a certain amount of experience in, and I have to confess that dominating a woman in front of her pathetic husband or boyfriend is a personal favourite of mine. So, imagine if you will, when Nick (self-confessed faggot) expressed his wish that he was married ( and presumably bi) so he could pass his wife to me for servicing, in all sorts of delicious ways! It was BRILLIANT!

Anyway, I hope that the new year finds all you little faggots (and any of you hot sexy girlies that might be reading) in fine fettle. I'll be online at the usual times again now, ready for some hot phonesex with you with you. Don't forget to leave me feedback after our call, and, of course, if you have any special requests feel free to e-mail first or mention them when we speak. All you have to do is click on the little link back to NiteFlirt (up there on the right!), or if you're calling from the US just pickup the phone and CALL ME!

Decemeber ALREADY??

So it's seemingly become a monthly phonesex blog rather than a weekly one, what can I say - too much to do, not enough time!

Its been bitter over here in the UK for the last couple of weeks, and everyone has been moaning (not in ecstasy oddly) about how terribly cold the winter has turned out to be blah blah - I don't mind it. I find that when the weather turns colder people are SO much more likely to be civil to each other, taking time to say good morning as the navigate frosty slippery pavements (side-walks - for you US fags) - and for those of you that have talked to me on the phone, you will know that I appreciate good manners from the little submissives that I dominate on the phone.

Yes, its true, if you first present yourself to me and demonstrate that you are good for NOTHING but being verbally abused and humiliated, well, in that case you WILL be verbally abused and humiliated, after all, if a worthless little piece of doggie-doo, that under normal circumstances you would seek to avoid at all costs, becomes unavoidable...well - you will get EXACTLY what you deserve. For "santi789" that meant quite literally being reduced to tears!! HAHA! He called me up trying to tell me how he wasn't a pussy, and how he was only calling to tell me that he thought that all British guys were too arrogant...yeah we talked for a while, but, for poor little Santi, the conversation, and my indomitable intellect and masculine superiority must have got overwhelming, cos after about 7 minutes...he was crying like a little girl who lost her Mommy...sobbing down the phone, unable to hang-up because he knew he had to ask permission first...LOL Talk about a pussy...and talk about humiliated!!

The weird thing was - I wasn't even TRYING that hard...HAHA!! You have to understand that I don't have any weaknesses the way that most guys do. Does that mean I'm arrogant? - yeah I guess it does, but its arrogance based on the fact that I *know* that I'm not just some-other-guy I AM different to the rest and the girls that I date, and the faggots that I dominate (either in real-life or on NiteFlirt's phonesex lines).. they KNOW what its like to be in the presence of a guy who; emotionally, physically and (most important of all) *intellectually* dominates them... apparently it makes you feel all 'squishy' inside when you know that a guy like me has turned his attention towards you... and all you want to do is melt into a puddle at my feet and do WHATEVER it is I want...Perfect.

But, for the rest of you losers who are seeking something other then simple ego-destruction when you call... (and for all you beautiful, horny LADIES, of course!) you will have my undivided attention focused on making sure that every fibre of YOUR being is teased, and tickle, bent and twisted, massaged and moulded to MY desires... and YES, you *might* earn yourself a little pleasure through your service, but ONLY if you give yourself to me in totality first! HAHA!

So yeah - in summary - I don't mind the cold weather (after all, its fun being able to threaten sending you out in the cold naked!!).

Now the BIG question - have we all got our Christmas shopping done yet? NO? Why the fuck not you loser?? You should have at LEAST sent your favorite Master his X-mas tribute by now! It just takes three little clicks (that was *clicks* worm...not PRICKS ...although I'm sure you fantasise about MY big prick often enough to be seeing it three times at least HAHA!).

Get over to NF and send me a tribute. I'll be online now taking calls for the next few hours, so at the very least CALL ME.

As The Dark Nights Draw In

Hello girls and boys, I can't believe that its been nearly 2 months since my last post - well its testament to what a busy fellow I am. it seem that the demands from all you phonesex perverts for a REAL-MAN to dominate you are almost never ending! HAHA!

interestingly, it looks as though the dark nights have brought out a fleet of little cuckolds to my doorstep...and all of you little cuckies are to be to put fimrly in your place! I guess I would have to say that it started a with my new servant "mark", he recognises that his role is to prepare his wife for whatever SHE choses to do, regardless of whether that means keeping faithful to him or not! LOL! Good news for me I think you'll agree, but I don't like my girls to look TOO slutty when we first go out...so sadly mark fucked it up - he got his punishment though, and his wife got what she deserved to... HAHA!

I love playing the role of cuckold-bull, satisfying those woman that all you pathetic losers would have NO chance to satisfy in any way shape or form. Number two on the cuckies losers list was Glen, or Glenda as he was renamed by his girlfriend and full time mistress, Katy. Now HE is a funny one. He (like so many of you pathetic little wretches, only had a teeny tiny little 4" cock, and by all accounts it only ever gets to its full magnificent 4" length when he is *terribly* excited... which according to Katy, usually results in his little weener getting all wet and dribbly from pre-cum, so much so that she calls it a "diclit" (dick-clit - get it?) and he tells me that when he's been VERY good and done a nice job of cleaning up Katy's cream-pie pussy once she's been serviced by a REAL-MAN like me, that he's allowed to rub it like an engorged clit and make himself cum....in about 30 seconds flat!!! HAHA!! What a loser.

Perhaps the best though is "greg", this guy is really special...LOL... he has a hot girlfriend (and guys...I mean HOT - gorgeous body, pretty face, a real cutey) and he managed to get her despite* the fact that he is a total wimp - pretty special I think you'll agree. The REALLY ironical part though is that I KNOW his girlfriend - and I KNOW him!! HAHA! I met them a while back at a judo tournament where I totally kicked his skinny ass in front of EVERYONE ...and his girlfriend was so turned on by watching me manhandling her weak little boyfriend, stuffing his face into my chest and crushing his head between my big-biceps and firm-forearms that when she saw me on NF she recognised me instantly as "that guy" who kicked greg's ass and she just had to get in touch.... How cool is that? But wait - you don't know the best of it... *because* greg is SUCH a loser, and deep down he *knows* that his girlfriend is WAY too good for him, he has to endure ringing me up and reliving the entire judo match from beginning to end...right up to the part where he starts crying (CRYING!!!) because I dominated him so thoroughly! HAHAHA! Have you ever heard anything so pathetic? The guy is totally weak in EVERY way you can imagine...and I honestly think that he knows that, which is why he lets his girlfriend get her sexual kicks from REAL-MEN like me! Yep, that's right, his girlfriend won't fuck him until she gotten all nice and hot and wet from the thought of me making her wimpy little boyfriend cry... i wonder who she's thinking about when she does eventually fuck him! HAHA!

So... Dark nights...cuckold fantasies...if you are looking for a REAL-MAN to service your wife...well you know what to do... and as for all you faggots... it looks like you'll have to get in the cue and try harder to grab some of my attention next month! CALL ME.

Summer Ends

Well, autumn is nearly here, its time for the leaves to start turning to those beautiful golden browns and start falling... as the nights draw in and the days get shorter... and its also the time when all you pathetic little faggots (and all you horny little minxes) usually start getting even more desperate for the attention of an intelligent, dominant, straight man to put you into your place! HAHA!

I don't know why it works - I'm sure some new-age guru would be able to describe it in terms of planetary alignment, evolutionary biologists would probably link it to some desire to for security and safety in readiness for the winter. My theory is that when the seasons change people like to reach for something comforting, and for some of you little worms that means grovelling on your belly, begging for the chance to put your worthless face under my big white feet... for others it might be the chance to be trained and punished, or to be made to perform for my delight and entertainment (or that of my friends).... or *maybe* you want to star in a vivid fantasy, living out your darkest, deepest, most secret desires, knowing that a cocky, arrogant English guy is relishing dominating you every step of the way.

I love the opportunity to show you what a REAL man is like - there are so many pussies out there pretending to be REAL men, but the truth is most of them are just playing a role and are so sadly out of touch with what true masculinity is all about that they come unstuck at the first turn. I make no apologies for my opinions, and I have nothing to prove to anyone, this is the source of my power. Its the source of any REAL man's power. I can hold my own physically, mentally and spiritually with anyone - and I won't be beaten down, no matter what it costs.

Does this mean that I don't listen and can't learn - of course not!! LMAO! That's the trait of a wanna-be - not the real deal! The fact that I have nothing to prove frees me to focus my attention and actually learn about what make you tick *quicker*...it allows me to explore you, and uncover all those delicious little buttons and switches that I can press to put you into whatever state *I* want and dominate you...exposing your confused thinking and behaviour.

I am the one that can provide the order, structure and security that you crave, and I know that while most people agree at first glance that I'm a superior *physical* specimen, that its actually my intellect that intimidates most of them.

Why am sharing all this with me? ...its so that before you call me, you understand that when you are performing for me, when you are living out some sordid fantasy, that you understand that you are responding to my superiority, my talent, my masculinity... and that its this energy that you crave more than anything else.

So... now that you are convinced....Call me.

Return of the Kitty?

Well... well... well - This is an occasion worth a short blog entry ALL to itself ... out of the blue who should I find prowling and meow-ing on my doorstep... why - little kitty of course... HA HA!

Its made my day knowing that, even if I haven't had the chance to tease and tantalise and torment and tickle her into a submissive frenzy yet ...at least I know that the possibility might be there.... how VERY intriguing. (NB For those of you you haven't had the chance to speak to me yet... or perhaps haven't had the guts to risk submitting to me... this little bit of "poetry" roughly translates as me filling her hot little kitty-box and getting her puffy little pussy so wide open that I can do ANYTHING I like with her...) HAHA!

So - me thinks it might be time to start putting out some cat-nip and see if i can entice her in.... Oh look! I did already! HAHA!!

Winners, Losers...and LOSERS - LOL

Phonesex, particularly fetish phonesex will always have its winners and losers. Happily for me - I'm almost always on the winners' team. However, as I'm sure you can imagine, for some of you pathetic little miscreants... losing comes so naturally that I feel the need to celebrate how big you've lost HAHA!

So, this week there are two noteworthy players to make soem noise about... StudRuler... my old favourite, who simply can't escape my grip... and the second, my American foot-loving friend.

I still remember the very first time I spoke to "the Stud"... he made the foolish mistake of giving me the tiniest of glimpses into the inner workings of his perverted little mind... HAHA - and me, being the consummate gentleman, TOOK FULL ADVANTAGE!! Do you remember it too, Stud? The intoxication that you felt as I described exactly what was happening inside your mind , what if felt like to feel every ounce of self control draining out of your body as you fell completely.... and utterly under my control? HAHA! So! ... Stud.... you are hereby crowned in the hall this week...LOL

As for the other snivelling worm... I'm not going to say too much about him, because I wouldn't want to scare any of you little fags by giving you too much a of a glimpse of exactly what happens when my sadistic streak is revealed... suffice it to say - he knows his place EXACTLY... and now he knows how to dry my feet properly after he has cleaned every inch of them...JUST the way I like them cleaned.

So, now that we've got THAT out of the way let me tell you that for the next few weeks I will have a bit more of a regular schedule than I've been able to manage recently. Take advantage of it, I've got a few adventures planned that have the strong possibility of dragging me away later on in the summer time, so NOW is the time to pick up the phone and discover how deeply submissive you can become when you're in the presence of a superior, dominant REAL-man.

If you're not sure that you can handle actually speaking to someone on the phone, then rest assured - you can... how do I know? HAHA because from the moment you hear my voice you'll understand why, despite the relatively limited hours that I am available (thanks to being on UK time), I still have the ratings and feedback that I do. Still not confident enough? Pick a recording, and see how it FEELS when I start to penetrate your mind. Now - imagine that in a LIVE conversation. Call me.

Rock 'n' Roll

Good morning phonesex loving boys and girls...are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin. Woo! - well another week or two has passed since my last post, bad me, still, the main thing is that I'm here now, so stop your bitchin'!

I've been busy... had a trip abroad, had a trip here in the UK - Yes, I've been a busy bunny... albeit a bunny with particularly sadistic tendencies, and a penchant for seeing little faggots squirming and mincing around his every whim...HAHA - but a busy bunny non-the-less.

I got asked last week whether I was REALLY as dominant as I sound. I thought it was one of the strangest question I'd been asked. ANY of you little phonesex fags that I've spoken to, or the pathetic losers that have only read my listings on NiteFlirt and seen the feedback I consistently get, should have a very clear idea of two basic facts: 1) ) I am far more than your average Dom-wannabe, I'm superior to you in every way imaginable; I'm smarter, better looking and more powerful than you so, OF COURSE I'm going to dominate YOU. 2) The success of my phonesex domination relies uniquely on my ability to psychologically manipulate you to the place that I want you to be. In person I wouldn't hesitate to physically dominate you if the urge took me, and seeing your weakness and compliant submission can have that effect on someone like me sometimes... but on the phone... when all I have is the power of my voice to bend you, degrade and humiliate you into a frenzy... that's when the style of my dominance, its subtlety, its is pervasiveness....that's when you can find yourself drawn in over your head, desperate to please me, and begging me to use you. HAHA! Feeling horny at the thought of it? HAHAHA!

...And that's just a few lines that I've thrown up here to tease you with. Just imagine what it would feel like when your telephone rings, you know its the call you've been itching to make, you can almost taste your anticipation of being able to actually hear my voice directly, with all of my attention focused on penetrating your mind and transporting you into that special place where you become like a quivering jelly ... just waiting to be squished. HAHA!

Well, you know what you have to do now don't you... scrape together a few cheap phonesex pennies, charge up that account and call me. Oh, and do you remember the "Biggest Losers Hall of Infamy" - Well - YES! Its coming back! You will have the honour of seeing your name featured in my blog IF you please me enough... it shouldn't be that difficult, you just have to be your usual, perverted, pathetic-faggotty little loser self...Oh! AND leave written feedback at the end of the call, of course...HAHA! I'll be online now for the next few hours - here's your chance- don't blow it. Call me.

The Englishman

Returning is such sweet sorrow...

Phonesex quote of the day: "Please... just let me smell your feet" HAHA! Well... barely have I touched back down and already one of my favourite little foot-sniffing friends calls me up to say welcome back!

I'm not going to humiliate him anymore for now, I think the little phone-fantasy mind-fuck I've started him on is going to be burning in his brain for the next few days... and I wouldn't want him to blow a fuse just yet! Alhtough first-week in June might be different... HAHA!

Right - enough of that bullshit, I just want to say "Hi" to all you cheap phonesex losers out there - if you've only just found this blog, come in, make yourself at home... no- actually strike that - come in... and GET ON YOUR FUCKIN' knees... This is MY house.. and when you call me - expect nothing less than to be used for MY entertainment.

If you've been here/read this blog before then I'm guessing that the paragraph above would not have taken you by surprise! HAHA!...

OK - so first question - what have I been up to? Well, truth be told, since NF decided to "revamp" their sytems (and by revamp I think they mean fuck-up) I've been spending my time playing in the real world for a little while. I AM a real-life Dom (not a part-time pretender like alot of actors that you can waste your time and money on) So, whilst NF sorted their shit out I've been making some money training, and taming and punishing some real-life losers and little miscreants... and teasing them too - it has to be said.

For those of you who have had the privilege of speaking with me, you will know, I'm strictly straight, but I DO so get off on demonstrating my superiority in everyway I can. If you are looking for a monosyllabic bully-boy, go elsewhere - I have a keen intellect and I WILL use it to tie your mind in knots so that I get my own way. I enjoy creating the most vivid waking dreams you can imagine, all to tease, torment and excite you into a mind bending frenzy... Why you ask? So that you do EXACTLY as you are told of course! HAHA!

Second question - How can I talk to you? Easy! Follow the link in the side bar -> (the one with the little telephone on it) and follow the instructions. Check out my listings and call the one that best fits what you are looking for (note that you can email me too if you want to be assured of jumping straight into a particular scene - just make sure I've read the email before calling otherwise you'll just have to explain yourself anyway!).

Third question - What if I'm a girl and not a guy.... can I still call you? Errr.. Yes! ;-) in fact - you get a special cheap-rate (Fags- don't even think about it - it really is JUST for the ladies... the REAL ladies!) and you'll see from my rating that I'll make sure you enjoy the call just as much as I do! ;-). I'm a straight, dominant REAL MAN and a perfect gentleman on the phone too... you'll get a clear idea from all of the stuff above that I like to be in control, and have a broad imagination... but rest assured that when I'm chatting to the fairer sex you you will have my UNDIVIDED ATTENTION, and I ALWAYS respect your limits (unless I can see that you don;t want me to! ;-)). I love the company of women and thrive on the energy you give off, so if you do want a fun, relaxed chat, about anything - then just call me.

OK - so now you know... I'll be waiting for your call, and when we speak and you first hear my voice, take a second to introduce yourself, calm yourself for a moment and then brace yourself before the RUSH carries you away. Call me.

The Englishman still lives!

YES! I'm still alive! You can relax now! LOL!

As you may have gathered NF isn't playing ball right now for international calls, and, as some of you have discovered, there are ways and means of overcoming any adversity. BUT as a consequence of overcoming this adversity - I don't blog on here so often... doesn't make any sense? Well message me and I'll fill you in!

Autumn bites

So... did you miss me my little fuck-holes? After a truly relaxing summer, I find myself feeling relaxed, and in a calm and tranquil state of mind, the thing is - for those of you who know me... you'll understand that this calmness, the kind of zen tranquillity that I'm talking about, is more akin to the calm before the storm, rather than the feeling you get on a long hot lazy summer day.

Practitioners of many and various (sometimes questionable) mind hacking techniques talk about an aspirational state know as "relaxed attention". Truly dominant people know what this state of relaxed attention feels like. They have crystal clarity over where it is they want to go, and don't mind what it will take to get there. They are prepared to take everything they want, from whoever it is that has volunteered to give it... but they WILL hold you to your own account, and perhaps levy some payment for themselves. HAHA! - NOW if you haven't quite followed the last few lines, then don't worry. Its perfectly normal for subbies to be confused when these sentiments are shared. You see, there is no great secret to being dominant, nor is there any covert technique employed. It has only to do with one simple truth. I am superior in every way to you. I can dominate you in ways that will disorientate you, relax you, frighten you and energise you. Ultimately, what I enjoy if to have you in the palm of my hand (metaphorically of course....since you're real position in life is to be under my feet - HAHA!).

So... if this is your first visit to my blog, I do hope that I have whet your appetite for what there is to come. We are but a short phone call away from making that first connection, all you have to do is pick up the phone...and CALL ME. If you've been reading me for a while now, then this little defillè should come as no surprise to you, and if you want to catch up on my more... personal news... HAHA well - Call me!... and finally - if we haven't spoke for a while, and you recognise that a certain energy has been lacking in your life recently - well - Do I really need to spell it out for you? ...I didn't think so....HAHA!

Long HOT Summer

So... its come to my attention that some of you little gay phonesex faggots are getting hot under the collar at the moment - so what is it? The weather? Is the hot humid air making you feel all hot and sticky? HAHA... Do you need to find some way of freeing your tiny perspiring mind from the cramped little shell of your head? HAHAHA!

Well -the weather... they say its the British pre-occupation... and that's because we're an island and because its so changeable discussions about it become the national pass time:

"Morning John!"
"Morning Dave, its brightened up a bit" replies Dave,
"Yes, it has mate," continues John...and....wait for it...."...looks like rain though for this afternoon."
"Ha!, typical in'it.... blah blah"

This conversation will be echoed all over the UK every day... although not everyone is called Dave and John, so, could be that they use different names.... "What is he talking about the weather for?" I hear you ask! This is a blog more typically associated with the sexual domination of worthless faggots, sissies, and cuckolds.... or the passionate woo-ing of sexy ladies who like intelligent, sensual conversation on the phone... not some sociological commentary on the tedium of British small talk?! HAHA!

But, dear reader, what you fail to see, is that these banal conversations so often form the precursor to the more torrid and tempestuous! HAHA! There happens to be a real life debauched, perverted little cuckold, with whom I am acquainted (I will let you guess at the detail of the relationship). Suffice it to say that, as part of the homework he was assigned, he was required to negotiate certain.... services.... with a stranger. HAHA! Oh - the fun I had supervising THAT particular little adventure... and needless to say I commanded my usual fee for the privilege (a fee payable in two parts... one fiscal, and the other... carnal... and the "focus" of *his* cuckolded existence seemed delighted with the carnal). HAHA!

So... the banal can lead to the perverted, in such simple small steps that you might not even be able to perceive the transition. It might be that you are out wondering around in your own little world, and you are approached by someone that starts a conversation by asking you for the time, or if you happened to know the way to the bus stop... and before you know it you are sharing more information, they are asking personal questions, getting inside your head...they have read your every innermost thought, fear, and sordid fantasy... YES - that is what I do.... and I will strip your mind and extract the darkest and the brightest, most heart pounding fantasies from deep inside you and then entice you to live them out in such vivid details....HAHA.

Does it sound like your cup-o-tea? HAHA! But be warned - when we talk, I will push you to where *I* want you to be in *your* fantasy - and that ultimately is always at my whim and beckon-call. I am the alpha, top dog. You are my bitch. I determine your worth, and believe me when I tell you - that I don't get it wrong... if you *think* you are worth something but deep down your heart knows different... then *I* will know it - and you will be exposed as the belly-crawling, shoe-licking worm that you are. HAHA! And I won;t be held liable for any confusing erotic feelings that this realisation might invoke! HAHA! If you want to see how far you dare go, then call me.

Mid-Summer Solstice Phonesex

Wow, its been a while since I posted here huh? Did you miss me? Of course you did! I doubt there's any of you little fucks who has spoken to me for more than 10 minutes who forgets me, and for those with the intellect to grasp where I'm coming from the addiction is probably pretty much instantaneous - HAHA!

So - yeah - I've been busy. Sadly real-life sometimes encroaches on my play-time here - and the result is something has gotta give - and I gotta say - that while real-life play beats phonesex, phonesex or phone-domination is still one of my favorite things to do... particularly when I'm in the bullish mood I'm in now HAHA!

Now, for the uninitiated, the title of this post is on account of the fact that here in the UK its the summer solstice (or it was last night). Its a time when, some say, the mystic forces converge and a time when the life giving energy of the sun should be revered as an attestation to the fragility of our ecosystem, and a celebration of the life-giving energy that our beautiful sun bestows on our small planet.... I have to say that, while I share this view and all of its consequences, that for me the solstice its more about it being a great day to party all through the night! A day (and night) when its particularly easy to get alot of drunk hippy-chics, who have alot of love to give to me, to strip naked and cavort around in a field in the middle of the countryside, before I find the horniest one (or two if I'm lucky) who beg me to fuck their hot, gaping little pussy all night long HAHAHA!

I fucking LOVE being ME!

You know - I honestly feel kinda sorry for the chics that I haven't met and fucked yet, and I even feel kinda sorry for you pathetic little fags that will NEVER be able to please me sexually, but at least have the chance to try and entertain me with being so perfectly pathetic HAHA!

So anyway - I clicked online when I started writing this post and I have to put two shouts out already - one to Gianna - she is such a good little subbie - she takes WHATEVER I give her and is so totally there for my delight - no matter what form it takes - and the other is to one pathetic little cock-sucking homo- notstr8enough - HAHAHA! What can I tell you about this guy (and I only use the term "guy" loosely - cos, to be honest, putting this little waste of space in the same category as me doesn't sit well) suffice it to say - he is heading towards the top of my biggest losers list - and as for the little journey that I took him on - two word PUBLIC HUMILIATION... I so want to go over the WHOLE story with you all so that you can share in my delight (and of course add to his humiliation) - but I'm gonna fight the urge and just say I'm REALLY looking forward to the next time... the little worm has it coming! HAHA!

So - I'm gonna go reply to my emails now, and for you belly-crawling little fags, and sexy hot chics I have one thing to say - don't forget to leave me some feedback after you CALL ME.