Erotic Humiliation

Good morning Kinkyland! OK, so it's probably not morning for you, but it is for me, and a beautiful one at that.  I have a day of play planned, so I find myself in an even better mood than usual, and its been a busy couple of weeks!

Now, before we get started I have a few noteworthy mentions to make. For those of you reading and wondering what I mean by a "noteworthy mention," let me explain.  I am straight, I am dominant, and I enjoy dominating, sexually, on the telephone; a term I like to use is "phonesex domination". HAHA!  Not very original, I know, but it does what it says.  So, despite being straight, my enjoyment of phonesex domination includes domming guys (gay or otherwise) as well as playing with some very sexy girls (and yes ladies, I am the *perfect* gentleman, so rest assured that if you are looking for something more sensual, less aggressive, but deeply sexy, you will have a wonderful time with me).

So.... Noteworthy mentions are what someone gets if they fall into one of a few specific categories, either they entertain me to such an extent during our call that I feel compelled to share the experience with the entire world (oh yes, this blog can be read by ANYONE, no membership required!), or maybe I found their call particularly interesting or thought provoking, OR if I deem that they need a little encouragement /reminding /convincing of the unquestionable, total and overwhelming power I have to hold THEM to account.  HAHA!

Now, I wasn't actually planning on blogging about erotic humiliation this week, but its down to a couple of callers that are due noteworthy mentions that prompted me to post it a little early.

So, Tom and Drew, consider yourselves mentioned, in a noteworthy fashion! HAHA!

You see, both of these guys have a connection with /appreciation for/ need for humiliation. They recognise that because of the way that they are, because of their kinky, twisted fetishes, that they are in fact deserving of only hearing, mocking laughter ringing in their ears, and that they need to be used, and abused for other people's enjoyment and entertainment. Interestingly they don't share the same kinks at all.  For those of you you have been following my blog for some time, you will have seen Drew's name come up now and again (and might have an idea of what's at the foot of his fetish), he's looking forward to posting a comment on my blog very soon, and will one day confess EVERYTHING he's told me, just because I chose him too, but that day is not here yet. Tom, in contrast,  is a brand new caller, but despite that, was able to share a very secret, and quite honestly, dirty part of himself, which will too remain our little secret for now, but suffice it to say that both these guys understand the erotic potential of being placed at the mercy of a cruel, mocking, arrogant guy who loves nothing more that watch his victims...err sorry...*callers*... twist and squirm in erotic, bliss-filled, crimson-cheeked humiliation at the end of the phone. HAHA!

The power of erotic humiliation can be utterly overwhelming for some people, feeling that heart-thumping moment when you confess your secrets... hearing the laughter, disgust or outright contempt for what a pathetic little worm you are, and then being *forced* to act out (or abstain from) those debauched, dirty acts that get you so very, VERY turned on, all the while being taunted and ridiculed by someone who is so breathtakingly attractive, confident and successful, oh, and who LOVES the idea of "outing" you just to see whether you will actually cry....HAHA! Well, who wouldn't be tempted to cum in their pants at the very thought of it!? Right?? HAHAHA!

So, enough about erotic humiliation, after all, its not for everyone, but  noteworthy mention number two (three?) which is certainly less connected to the topic in hand, has to be Mark who could be described as a "shrinking violet", and must have been going for a personal record! HAHA! Well done Mark, your stamina impressed me! ;-)

I'm going to sign off now, and I'll be online and taking calls for the next few hours, so when you feel that you are ready to place your next red hot erotic adventure in my hands, you know what to do, click the little telephone button on the right hand side of the screen, and Call Me!

And don't forget to leave me feedback at the end of your call, its always appreciated.

Fetishes - Cuckolds

Well now, I didn't realise that so much time had passed since I last posted here, so its high time that I put up another post.  So, continuing on from the "fetishes" theme from my last post I wanted to talk about a fetish that makes up a larger proportion of the calls that I receive on NiteFlirt (and certainly something that I enjoy participating in IRL too, more about that later)...  BTW, Did the title of this post give it away already? Its all about cuckolding!

For the uninitiated this fetish can, at first, sound daunting, insane, damaging.... in short, pretty negative.  But, just as the age old expression defines 'beauty' as being '...in the eye of the beholder', maybe those of us who are partial to a little kinkyness from time to time (or ALL the time) should adopt the phrase "Arousal is in the mind of the fetishist', and cuckolds definitely reside towards the "mind" -fuckery end of the fetish scale.

Wikipedia defines the 'cuckold' as being a man who is stimulated when their committed partner chooses to have sex with someone else, a pretty fair summary.  However, I have yet to meet a cuckold guy (in real life or on the phone) for whom "stimulated" should actually read like some combination of "humiliated, excited, aroused, appalled, rampant, worried, wired, alive..." the list goes on... HAHA!

These guys have (usually) managed to get themselves into a relationship with a much more attractive woman than they can handle. The circumstances as to HOW they managed this feat vary a little, but usually they either catch the woman at a low ebb (following a bad break-up or such like), OR those sad pathetic losers were "pretending" to be a little more than they really were, effectively conning a beautiful girl into being with them...and when finally that bubble bursts, its either their wallets or groveling servitude (or both) that manage(s) to hold the woman's attention for just long enough to save the relationship from disintegrating into utter disappointment.

In most case these gorgeous ladies DO care for their guys, after a fashion. although maybe 'pity' would be a better word in some cases (whether if be for their woefully tiny cocks, beta-male tendencies or total lack of charm and charisma) ...but, as with so many things in life, mediocrity and failure have their price.  Pretty soon the woman realises that this guy they are with just can't satisfy her... his small penis, his limp attitude, his lack of ability in bed - whatever the reason ...  She's a beautiful attractive woman, and she realises that she deserves to be made to FEEL like a real woman.  She starts fantasising about different things, different scenarios, encounters and pretty soon her horny little mind turns to the idea of being fucked....deeply, truly, rudely fucked by a REAL MAN...A real man who can penetrated her, handle her, use her for his pleasure, make her feel alive and aroused, make her feel slutty and dirty, a man with REAL power and REAL charisma...and that ....is where a guy like ME steps in. HAHA!

The Bull.

Guys like me LOVE women.  I adore making-love to them, fucking them, taking them every which way ...making them moan and making them scream my name, making them feel like every inch of their skin is on fire from the arousal burning them up...making their hot, wet, little pussies tingle and throb from just *thinking* about feeling me sliding all the way up inside.....filling them up...pounding that pussy ... until they explode in a mind shattering orgasm. Hmmmmm!

Well....WHEN she finally realises that she deserves a guy like me, that girl, who felt so trapped and repressed, suddenly blooms.

THAT is when our little cuckold male might have his first glimpse of how he can make himself useful to his way-too-attractive partner.

Simply, he can support her in her desires.

He can lay out her clothes ready for her evenings out,

He can watch as she gets all dressed up for someone else, sexy lingerie, suggestive skirt or dress ...

...as she puts on some of that perfume he bought her for her last birthday.

She looks and smells fantastic...then she goes out maybe alone, or with her girlfriends, or maybe even with him in-toe.

All of that preparation and planning, the whole time both of them knowing that it won't be his lips exploring hers tonight, it won;t be his hand caressing her body, enjoying her sensual curves, the silky feel of those panties against her engorged and freshly shaved cunt lips...it won't be his pathetic cock that will be satisfying her tonight......and it won't be his tongue tasting her....HAHA!  Well not until much later if he's "lucky" enough to be given clean-up duty... HAHA! Clean-up you ask?

Let me explain...the little cuckie can stay out of the way when she brings her real men back to their bedroom to fuck her...some of the lucky ones may even be allowed to stay in the same room, watching maybe.  But after the Bull has finished using the cuckold's partner for his pleasure...well you don't expect a gorgeous girl like that to have to clean up herself do you? Of course not ...her little cuckie will be only too pleased to have the chance to get close to parts of her that he NEVER usually gets to see, let alone touch or taste...HAHA!

One of the really fun parts of this fetish for me (as the Bull, *of course*) is that different couples have different ways of playing, some women like to dress their guys up as girls and even have them clean me up after we've finished (kinda like sissification which I might blog about next time a little more), others have a much less active role, almost like servants that shouldn't be seen or heard, and with all the shades in between. However it goes though the excitement is always very raw and very intense.

So...if this is one of your fetishes, then I hope I've done it justice, and if it has inspired you to want to call to talk about it, maybe acting out a fantasy, or maybe even trying out in real life, then even better!  I'll be online now for the next few hours, so call me now!

PS if the little symbol to the right looks like and email link or a "busy phone" then feel free to email me about your fantasy/scenario ahead of time.

Speak to you soon!

Back in time for Xmas

Sooo...who missed me - hands up? Yes, its true, I've been busy, a few real life adventures that took me away from online fun and frolicks, but rest assured, as ever, my absence is only temporary and a return to more regular contact is imminent.

For those of you who have been begging for more of The Englishman's unique style of mind control, humiliation, fantasy and eroticism ... relax sluts... I'm never far away! HAHA!

95% real sexual encounters.

So, the evenings are starting to draw in again here in good old Blighty, which means that the wonderful summer of long warm days, short skirts and willing sluts is soon to be replaced with long warm coats, chunky sweaters,  and ...yep you guessed it - willing sluts! HAHA!

It doesn't seem to make any difference how cold it is, how miserable the weather, or how thick the clothing... we still all love to fuck!  Admittedly, there are some of us who like to stay 'on top' of the situation, whereas others like something a bit more, restrictive, shall we say?  But none-the-less, dirty, filthy sex is what it boils down to.

Of course, given that my blog, is all about dirty, filthy phonesex, it only stands to reason that the adventures we go on, are going to be more mental, than physical.  But, I read somewhere once that sexologists (yes, this is a real job) judge that sexuality, arousal and orgasm are all overwhelmingly mentally driven, with less than 5% of the stimulus being physical.  I can't say I was surprised to learn that, after all, there are plenty of situations where we can be in receipt of physical stimulation without feeling even the tiniest twinge of arousal, even when, under other circumstances, those physical stimuli could be super-hot.

Take, for example, pain. Unless you are in a very small minority, you have to be mentally geared up to receive pain in a sexy way, and if you really think about it, once you are geared up that way, almost ANYTHING could be sexy; humiliation, degradation, worship of my sexy feet (and for some of you perverts almost everything IS sexy! HAHA!).

So in that case, doesn't it suggest that phonesex; and I mean GOOD phonesex, the kind that sets your heart thumping, the kind where you feel a genuine connection between the participants, the kind where you can almost taste the sex oozing up between you...THAT kind of phonesex is working you up in a frenzy of excitement, passion and lust that is that all important 95% of what you get in real life...and its probably the most important 95%, since even the very BEST physical 5% will still only be 5% of an experience.

Interesting thought, huh? The fact that, when you treat yourself to an experience like a really enjoyable phonesex session it really is the best part of a sexual encounter. And you lucky little fags get to talk to me! HAHA!

Trust me, you don't get consistently excellent feedback unless you are good at what you do.  It doesn't mean I'm a mind reader, so let me know what you want.  You can be subtle if you want, or blunt and to the point. Trust though that I will put MY spin on your fantasy. After all, I am a Dom, a real-man that knows what he likes, and knows how he wants things to go down, and if you are kind enough (or foolish enough!) to share your particular sexual fetish with me, you can guarantee that I will exploit that fact in the most erotic ways I can, to reduce you to a quivering, submissive little slut, ready to obey me totally. HAHA!

Sounds good doesn't it - so treat yourself, call me!

Kinky Frolics and FREE Erotic-hypnosis

How many of you have noticed how those feelings of kinkyness seems to come in waves? Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that it ever *really* goes away, its just that, sometimes, you feel SO desperately kinky that nothing less than the most depraved kinky, fetish, phonesex will do.

You find yourself craving something a little bit... more, something a little bit... special.

Well, that's when you call me of course, silly.

It's when that urge really grips you, that you can have the HORNIEST phonesex you ever dreamt of - when you feel compelled to talk to someone, you feel SO submissive and dirty, and you just want to be used, abused and manipulated by a fit, sexy, arrogant, straight English guy...just like me! HAHA!

Well I guess the moon must be inline with Mars AND Venus, or something, because at the moment, in my estimation, we must be in a period of serious astrological kinkyness. The calls I've been taking have definitively brought me to the conclusion that you little pervert, fags, losers and wannabe whores must be absorbing some seriously twisted cosmic rays because you're going out of your tiny little horny minds!

I love it when I get those sorts of calls where I can hear just how hungry you are to have your reality twisted and massaged and eroticised by yours truly. Creating those vivid, red-hot experiences when we talk is something that I know you'll enjoy, and when I start speaking to you and I can hear that hunger in your voice, I KNOW its gonna be a another mind-blowing call. Hmmm - maybe mind-fucking call would be more appropriate! HAHA!

And... I've had ONE particularly enjoyable call that I would LOVE to share with you all, and maybe I will very soon - but I'm waiting to see if I was right about the effect of a certain...message I sent HAHA!

Oh yes ...which reminds me; for all you erotic hypnosis and hypno-fetish fans, I've no got my hypno induction recorded and ready for you to listen to over and over. I created this recording after some big time BEGGING from one of my little slaves who was desperate to experience Englishman style hypnosis on tap, So, listen to this recording in preparation for LIVE or custom made recordings, after all, if you're paying for a custom recording it would be SO much hotter if you were ALREADY pre-programmed to drop into a relaxing hypnotic trance WITHOUT having to go through all of that every time wouldn't it? HAHA! Of course it would.

Now, just for you, my loyal little blogees, I'm offering you a one-time chance to get my hypno-induction, (which is just over 15 minutes long and contains light erotic suggestions, and a trigger to help you get into trans more easily in future) for FREE...yes you heard me right FREE!

To qualify you must have paid for my services on Niteflirt in the past (recordings OR live sessions) and then send me a message on NF quoting this 'unique serial code' : HOTENGLISH69

HAHA! Now remember fags and losers, this recording is a short little taster, if you want more then - just ask...Oh and Ladies, if this kind of thing might be something you would like to experience too then rest assured we can create something deliciously unique for you too.

In the meantime - what are you waiting for? You want Jupiter to align with Uranus too??

HAHA!

Call me.

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.

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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