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.

Can I mould YOU?

Well, its pretty clear to me that spring is in the air... you only have to look around and you can see that *everyone* is walking around with a spring in their step and a twinkle in their eye... and the spring-time weather and rising sap seems to make all the little phonesex subbies in the world that little bit more pliable, that little bit more maliable.... HAHA! - JUST the way I like them.

Have you noticed, for instance, that when you are horny, when you are feeling that yearning deep down inside, when the little voice is begging you to release them and expose your TRUE self to the world, its at those time that the urge to pick up the phone and ask a REAL MAN to take over for you becomes overpowering? Its like when you are *desperate* for the toilet... you start feeling all those muscles twitching.... the urge for release is almost unbearable... You just HAVE to press that button so that you can hear my commaning, uncompromising voice giving you permission to release....

BUT - what you little faggots, sluts, and sissies don't factor on is that, when you put that power into my hands...well - you are about to put your reality into my hands too, and then: When Where and How are ALL decided by ME... HAHA! Sure - I like to know what it is that starts to spin your mind... I like to know if you have particular fetishes.... but ultimatley *I* will be deciding how to rig your world, how to pull your strings and how to weave your reality so that when *I* decide that the moment is right - that's when the release will feel like the intervention of the divine.... sublime, complete and shattering.

And then, once you are shattered, I will remake you in whatever form I choose.... Do you know why slave? Because I get a kick out of Dominating you... I enjoy the power that I have, I enjoy wielding that power like an almost tangible force of knotted sinew and electricity that can direct through your mind and at your body to transform you into whatever form I choose. HAHAHA!

For those of you who have called me - you will have tasted that power and might relish and dread the next time it touches you... if you HAVEN'T spoken to me before - then hear that voice that you know will compell you to do all the things you crave....and ask yourself this... "How will I ever be satisfied unless I call him?". HAHA! You have no power in my presence.. you are completely vulnerable and exposed in the deepest and most intimate ways you can imagine.

Call Me.

OMG - How long??

LMAO - you fuckin' loosers - that title isn't supposed to refer to my substantial manhood - LOL - although - speaking with some of you phonesex addicts - I realise that the prospect of being in the presence of a well-endowed REAL man would intimidate and arouse you - No. What I was referring to was how long its been since I last updated my blog! Well, you know how it is - busy, busy, busy.... Its the spring time here in the UK, and that means two things - warmer, longer evenings and warmer, hornier chics - HAHA!

C'mon - you can't seriously expect me to keep quiet about liking girls can you? Especially not when just the other day I met a new little playmate - Gianna. Damn - all I'm gonna say is: Horny.... Fuckin' .... Bitch.... LOL - she's tries to come off as just you're average girl-next-door, but I don't buy that - if you know what to look for, and you know how to expose those special little buttons...and you know how to tickle and tantalise them....LOL - well - I DO - and the result?....EXPLOSIVE!

BUT - I have to confess that Gianna wasn't the inspiration for updating my blog, and nor was the horny little exchange I had with my naughty little Kitty-Kat (who, incidentally, is being ESPECIALLY naughty at the moment - I'm not gonna get into it here - because we haven't finished discussing all of the implications of her latest - shenanigans - LOL)...No...the reason that I've been inspired to come on here is none other than...Stud Ruler..... HAHAHA!

Did you think I'd forgotten about you? LOL - You REALLY don't know me that well if you thought I had....how does that song go again....Dum-dada-da " ...love your feet..." Da-dee-dada "...and I cum real neat!" LMAO - HAHAHAH! Oh - A recording of that and I would have made a fortune selling it as a ringtone for cell-phones... but here's the thing - it was beautiful.... LOL

See - what "Stud Ruler" COMPLETELY failed to understand - is that when you CALL ME - you are entering into MY world - and in THAT world, for the duration of the call ... and sometimes... even longer - I AM GOD. I will control your mind and body and I will penetrate your soul in ways that you have ABSOLUTELY no control over... and the "Stud".... HAHA - he forgot that - so when I twisted his mind and put him in the place that I wanted him - Hehe - well - you just imagine.... He was totally and completely at the mercy of ME! HAHA!

So - other than "The Studs" wonderful call - I'm gonna send out a hello to the Tickler, and to my special friend - who knows his place - yes - you boy... you know who I mean, and of course to DB - it was REALLY nice of you to let my use pretty much anything that belonged to you for my entertainment. HAHAHA!

Finally - one other bit of news, the auction I mentioned previously went off perfectly - congrats to MiguelZ who coughed up significant sums of fag-cash to own The Englishman's battered abused old trainers - he's promised to leave a comment on here at some point so - I'm hoping that this entry will prompt that... if not - he'll get his punishment the next time I speak to him. HAHA!

Now remember faggots, losers and sissies - callers that leave me written feedback will earn my special appreciation, you gotta work hard to impress me. So stop fucking around and Call Me.

Foot lovers

So... have you been anticipating? You have?! That is WONDERFUL news - extra ruthless phonesex for you then! HAHA!

Seriously though - I have been out of circulation for the last week or so - a little thank you to those that wondered where I was - but I'm back now after a well earned break.

The problem was that I had to spend some of the fag cash that I confiscated from you worthless little fuckers - so I treated myself to a little winter sunshine - for those with the means - I strongly recommend it... and of course.. you pathetic little fucks make sure that dominant REAL men like me always have the means - right? HAHA!

Since I've been away I don't have any biggest losers to post this time, so instead I will keep this short and sweet - very sweet for the belly-crawling little maggoty, footlovers among you, yes my pathetic little faggot friends.. its your lucky day!

You will have the chance to purchase a pair of my stinky old trainers (sneakers to you) - *gasp* YES! Its true - I will be sending out details of this one time only offer to a select few through the NF website - if you haven't received an invitation to bid for my stinky old scally-trainers (along with a snapshot of the trainers in question) ...which I have worn for every trip to gym that I have made for the last 4 years... can you imagine....just try to for a second... picture the aroma that you'll be able to inhale as often as you like when you cradle that loved and used trainer in your trembling hands....HAHAHA... well - if you HAVEN'T received an invite and you want one then drop me a message!

Anticipating...Pt II

And speaking about anticipation....can you guess what will happen next week....?

Anticipating...

You know, whenever you think about the thrill that you get from talking about taboo subjects like kinky sex or domination or fetishes on the phone with someone... and you imagine the sound of their voice... the rhythm of their breathing.... imagine their accent and the emphasis they put on certain words... and how it makes you feel when, by only giving the slightest indication of what might be on your mind, it's as thought they can see your every thought, that they're able to spin your dirty, seedy fetish into a scenario that plays out and takes you on a heart-pounding, stomach-churning trip, so real that it's almost tangible.... revealing your pitiful inadequacies to all around - HAHA! .... sounds good huh?

Well that's what notstr8enough was lucky enough to experience when he called last week.... don't take my word for it - go and check his feedback for yourself! LOL - now I'm not gonna get into *exactly* what *his* particular trip was all about because he hasn't *earned* that privilege yet, but suffice it to say that the little faggot has embarked on the beginning of a journey. Now I KNOW that he's too much of a pussy to actually feel *brave* about embarking on this journey - its more that he can't help himself - HAHAHA! We'll have to see where I decide to lead him for our next merry dance... but since he played along SO nicely I thought he earned a mention here on my biggest loser's list! I wonder if he's anticipating the next one yet...

And speaking of anticipation - my little kitty-kat must be anticipating the punishment that she'll be getting for failing to stick to my instructions... OF COURSE you need punishment sweetie LOL - and afterwards I want to take you on another kinda trip entirely - mainly because I think its too long since you were so strung out that you're panting and gasping between orgasmic spasms... I guess we'll have to see about what we do with your new girlfriend while I'm taking you for MY pleasure.... and interestingly it seems that kitty might not be my only "furry" little friend - yes - you KNOW I mean *you*... LOL - we'll see if you actually deserve a real mention on here in time.... but for now let me say that *anticipation* is what its all about for SO many of you right now - LOL.

That's all for now - but remember - leave me written feedback after our call and you stand a chance of attracting my favour and attention.

Call me.

Pumped

Why is a male phonesex blog entitled pumped? I hear you ask.... LOL - What could it possibly be a reference to? Is he talking about some male dominant hetero-act that I know nothing about? HAHA Well... try and do a search for the definition of pump and you will get about a dozen different variations .... but what I'M talking about is mix of certain delicious things.

MY pump is the feeling I get after having gone to the gym and had a really good workout. I trained my back and legs yesterday and, while the *real* pump was experienced last night, with all my muscles engorged with blood, leaving me feeling 100% the dominant alpha-male that I am, its the feelings in the mornings that I like best... when I can feel all my muscles responding to the pounding that they've taken the day before.

Its at times like those, when I am completely pumped at the gym, or feeling the warm glow of power the day after, that I *know* why all you little faggots can't help but want to bask in my power, hoping for a morsel of attention from me. The power that I feel radiating from my body, blending with my superior, dominant mind will crush any and all resistance, and DEMAND your compliance, submission and service... HAHA!.... and that's when I start to PUMP your tiny, pathetic, twisted, minds HAHAHA! Whats that?? You think you are smart? Ohhh - I don't doubt that *out there* you can probably fool most people into thinking that you have it going on upstairs.... but not in my world. HAHA! In my world I see though your pretenses, and its that power that gives me the choice as to whether I will pump your mind and wallet dry, and its up to me whether anything else gets pumped dry too (Dru - how is that going BTW?). HAHAHA!

And what about the pumping that my little kitty yearns for whenever we are in touch? Well that pumping is the pumping and pounding that I deliver to whichever of her slutty little holes I decide to abuse HAHA - Rick, you know what I'm talking about, right? HAHA! Its that kind of pumping that engorges other parts of me too!

So, pump is just about a perfect word for the title of this blog - wouldn't you say? HAHA! Now - its almost 9am over here in the UK, and I'm gonna be online for the next few hours ...so..... Call me.