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.