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Where are all the REAL MEN?

Administrator — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 03:59:07 +0000

The Spank Mistress loves real men. Big strong tall strapping specimens of manhood with large throbbing meaty thick cocks to please me all night long. And yet, I’m surrounded by teeny weeny inferior boys whose personal equipment can’t even really be called a penis, they have pee pees!! And lately, they are all calling me, as if I could ever be interesting in their itty bitties except to laught at them. There has been MUCH laughter, so I’ll share some of them with you. And believe it or not, these pathetic little fucks gave me their permission to tell about them in my blog. Practically begged and drooled at the idea of me ridiculing them in public like this! Go figure, right?

First of all, let me tell you about amy. That’s right, he was so unmasculine, I gave him a girlie nom de shame. amy has one of the tiniest useless little lumps I’ve ever heard of, and he still was eager to tell me all about it. He HAS to masturbate, of course, because no woman would ever have anything to do with something as tiny as that! amy talked on and on about how humiliating it is to know that he’ll never be any kind of a man and I had to agree with him. That would be rough. But, it’s also REALLY funny!

Just tonight, I had another A, and that’s all I’ll call him. Just like all my other three inch wonders, he confessed to a fascination with big dicks, the ones that REAL MEN have. He isn’t a little cocksucker, he insisted, he’s not gay, but he’d love to be in a position to be able to touch a long strong woman pleasing prick. The Spank Mistress, as you might guess, was not surprised in the least.

Hugs,

Miss Tara call me at 800-356-6169 and don’t forget to check out my audios, right here on the blog!!

The Spank Mistress loves Humiliation

Administrator — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 03:59:22 +0000

Tis true, my little pets, your blushing cheeks and stammered words make my heart sing. When I throw a protesting boy over my knee, bare ass clenching and dreading my pink leather paddle, when I hear the panic in his voice as he begs not to be spanked like a child in front of the whole chatroom, I admit to being a happy mistress. Spanking is such a beautiful way to do it too, to reduce a proud stroker to a quivering mass of red cheeked pain on my lap, cock hard as he fights to not come all over my lap. He knows that the shame he’s feeling now would be nothing compared to the embarassment that losing control of his penis while touching the Spank Mistress.

Sissies now, sissies seem to revel in all the attention that a good spanking gives them while in a crowd. The spanking stings and they do get embarassed, but I think from the flirty twitches they give to their panties while pulling them up, and the way they flaunt their pink cheeks as I make them stand in the corner, most sissies like having all eyes on them. I can’t speak for everyone of course, but I have it on good authority… and I do seem to get a lot of volunteers and wishful sighs when someone ELSE is getting spanked!!

So, if it seems like your beloved Spank Mistress has no mercy on you, and that I spend a great deal of time laughing at your pain and humiliation, it’s true! You don’t really have to do anything wrong, you might get spanked for no reason but my own entertainment at any moment. And, if you beg hard enough…you’ll never get spanked. Eager spank sluts are too easy!!

Hugs,

Miss Tara call me at 800-356-6169, and don’t forget to check out all the audios, right here to show you what I sound like!!

Summer Sissy Tails

Administrator — Mon, 08 Jun 2009 03:56:00 +0000

I’ve been having some sweet sissy calls lately. There are always delicious sassy sissies eager to don panties and lip gloss, eager to be the hot little sluts they were born to be. This yummy kind of gurrl wants to use her new girlyness to attract big men with bigger cocks and to please them as often and fully as possible. Sucking a fat solid dick, having their hair pulled and hearing the booming laugh of a man about to come is, for them, the piannacle of pantied success. Sissies much like Vanessa, who has the goal of being the sluttiest most femme darling I’ve ever spoken to. She knows and admits that she’s a little faggot cocksucker, no kind of a real man with her teeny weeny peeny and love of soft silky lingerie. As she loves being humiliated and laughed at, I’d say that this is one sissy who has found her niche!

But there are as many kinds of scrumptious panty lovers as there are genetic girls, and I’ve really been enjoying some very sweet encounters lately. Some of my ladies are calling for romance. They long to be cherished, dressed like my vision of the perfect sweetheart, and treated to an evening with me as my lesbian lover. I adore this. I adore planning everything from the bath sprinkled with sweet scented oils, to the colour of her manicure, and the jewelry I want to see sparkling in her ears. I love to show my beautiful ladies off, so I always take them out, show the world how much I want this feminine beauty. Then I take her home and show her how very sweet it would be to be my private personal girlie girl.

Keep coming back for more of my scrumptious summer sissy tails!! With our callers, you know they’re going to be good!

Hugs, Ms Tara Don’t forget to visit my audio page to hear my voice speaking JUST to you, right here at the blog. Call me at 800- 356-6169 today!

The Humiliated Little Weenie – a story by The Spankmistress

Administrator — Sun, 14 Sep 2008 01:34:18 +0000

Once upon a time, there was a man with a very small penis. It was so small, he could barely find it himself, and certainly no woman would ever want anything to do with it. How could she? It looked like a little pimple when it was “hard” and it was actually a DIMPLE when it wasn’t. That’s right, he had an innie when he wasn’t aroused! Still, even though his weenie was a wee one, his little pea sized balls would fill with a drop or two of come and ache for release, so this so called man was a compulsive masturbator. Even if he had to massage himself with a fingertip, as if he was a woman with a clit, he always had a hand in his pants, rubbing away, wanting to squirt his little spurt of goo. Needless to say, a man with a teenie weenie peenie who can’t stop wanking isn’t very attractive to women.

Our baby dicked boy yearned for the attention of women, though. He wanted someone who would actually acknowledge his itsy bitsy, who would talk to him about it and maybe even touch it, or at least watch him while HE touched it! He had already realized that hoping for a woman who would actually fuck him was a hopeless fantasy. But where would such a woman be found? He tried hiring expensive beautiful call girls, but they laughed at him and charged him double to hump against their beautiful perfect fingers, which was humiliating. But, somehow, that shame turned him on even more and he went looking for women who could make humilation an art form! Thank goodness for his computer, because it led him to the Mistresses of LDW! These sensual strict women knew exactly how to make him stammer in shame over his nothing nubbie, how to tease him until he was bursting at his BB balls to come, how to treat him like the silly little dickless male he really was. It was everything he had ever wanted, they would watch him play with his teensie weensie and make fun of him for hours, they paid attention to him and his little dicklet!! They were truly the perfect women for him!!

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Hugs,

Miss Tara call me at 800-356-6169, and don’t forget to listen to my audios right here on my blog!!

Miss Vivian, Tears, and the Spankmistress

Administrator — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 22:39:51 +0000

Miss Vivian has really good ideas. This week, she came up with one that I found very intriguing. Several Mistresses, each offering her own thoughts on the same subject, on the same day. Today is that day and the topic is Tears. That is a great topic, tears are so often part of the best phone sex calls. There is a technical term, Dacryphilia, which roughly translates into gaining sexual pleasure from tears, from crying. And there are certainly a lot of callers who seem to experience this. I wonder if it means the same thing for the person who gains pleasure from crying and the Mistress who savours making her callers cry. Because I’m one of them. I love it when I have a humiliation slut on the phone, when I’m mocking his teeny weeny pathetic tool, and he breaks down, begging me to stop being so cruel. It just makes me laugh harder, and gives me that delicious feeling way down in my naughty pleasure places. Or when I have some loser cuckold telling me all about how his wife can’t get enough of her big stud and he cries when I tell him just how good a really big cock feels to a woman, how there’s no way he could ever measure up and should just get used to juicy cream pie for pussy. It just makes me want to giggle and say “Cry, you little bitch! Cry some more!”

Not to say that bringing a big strong guy to tears through physical pain doesn’t have its delights. I once brought a man to his knees in agony on the webcam, just by working his nipples with clamps, over and over. It was delicious. Painsluts turn me on, when their faces are as red as their whipped asses and they are crushing their balls while tears trickle down their cheeks. Is it wrong that this amuses me so? If it’s wrong, as the saying goes, then I don’t want to be right!!

Until next time, this was a fabulous idea!! Now go read what everyone else has to say about tears. I know I’m going too!!

Hugs,

Miss Tara 1-800-356-6169

The Spankmistress and the Sissy baby

Administrator — Sun, 22 Jun 2008 03:59:37 +0000

Now, them that know me know that I adore my sissies, but I’m just not cut out to be a mommy to sissy babies. It’s not that they aren’t sweet, because we have a lot of sweet ones in chat. But the Spankmistress just can’t handle the way so many of our babies are fascinated with the contents of their diapers. I’m not saying there is anything wrong with the way they like to play, it just isn’t for me. But last night, my Auntie heart was charmed by the one of the most adorable little sissy babies to come along (or not to cum along!!) in a long time. Princess Grace was in a very sociable mood and wanting to reach out to some of our newer ladies for a two mistress call, she wanted to share one of her favourite boys and expand his Mistress horizon. (I have to say, she was showing good taste, by reaching out to two of my favourite ladies, the charming Ms. Corrine and the exquisite, long legged Ms. Ryan - both of whom I can vouch for when it comes to two mistress calls.) But she was unable to reach them and, really wanting to share, my long time friend decided that she’d have fun with someone she knew instead, your beloved Spankmistress Tara. Princess Grace and I have done many duo calls over the years and we always have fun. Tonight she had a caller I had actually spoken with before, little Banky Boo aka the Silly Old Man.

Now, I’ve always enjoyed Banky Boo, whom Grace calls boo boo when he’s in baby mode. He has called me and I’ve had so much fun making fun of his itty bitty little pee pee, he revels in his humiliation and he’s so cheerful. He tries vainly to convince the various mistresses that he is a “real man” and I just laugh as he leads off with his tiny cock size and the fact that he wears pink panties. Well, during my call with Princess Grace, he was wearing diapers. And a lacy baby bonnet with long pink satin ribbons (the only thing long and pink on me are my ribbons, Miss Tara!), plus his pacifier. We got him on webcam and that sweet smiling face just captured my heart. I fell in love with a sissy baby. oh, I didn’t stop tormenting him about his little stubbie, and laughing at his bitty boo boo antics, but that grin just made me want to pinch his widdle cheeks and spank his bottom. And it won’t stop me from spreading the lovely Egyptian cotton sheets he bought me as a token of his appreciation, and telling him about how the REAL MEN who fuck me on them are pleasing me in a way his little itty bitty never could. Real Men are for fabulous fucks and little booboos with long pink ribbons are for making lovely women laugh and shopping wishlists for wonderful presents to pamper those lovely women. That’s just the way it is and it suits this phone sex mistress just fine!!

hugs,

Miss Tara

A Thankful SpankMistress

Administrator — Fri, 23 Nov 2007 04:27:09 +0000

LOL, I know, everyone does this today but I don’t care. I like having a day on which I’m encouraged to consider my blessings and to be thankful for what is right in my life. Today, one of those things is, of course, LDW. Working at home is a racket, to start. I love my little apartment, I love puttering around, surrounded by my own things. To be honest, I can’t imagine being so relaxed in any other enviroment and that would affect my calls to be sure. Can’t be as open and fully involved in phone sex if I’m always worried that someone might hear, or walk in… or if I’m just plain uncomfortable. Here at home, I can safely and snugly tuck up under the down covers if I’m cold and chat the night away. Mmmm, and how fun is that, when I have a delicious naughty sissy on the phone, all dolled up in her stockings and frilly panties and lipstick, maybe she has stolen them from her wife or girlfriend? Or perhaps “she” is really a proudful stubborn man that I’ve broken to my will until he kneels before me, tearstains on his face, red cheeks radianting heat after a stern spanking, that mouth that usually orders his employees around filled with my thick long strap on. Other nights, I’ll have the fun of hearing all about how a pathetic loser, unable to satisfy his own girlfriend, gets all hard knowing that the woman he loves is out getting the cock she craves from another man. He might not be able to give her what she needs, but she does always bring herself, and her sweet pussy back home to their bed – filled with a creamy treat for her cuckold boyfriend!!

There are a lot of stories, and a lot of callers, I meet more everyday. With the support and guidance Ms Ally offers, knowing that my fellow Mistresses have always got my back, being free to work my own hours and take charge of my own fate, I am truly thankful that my path has led me here, with you all, tonight. I hope everyone had a good dinner surrounded by loved ones, family or friends or both, today. And I look forward to hearing all of those secret fantasies and naughty desires soon!! Call me at 800-356-6169:)

Happy Thanksgiving!!

Miss Tara

Blogging with the Spankmistress

Administrator — Wed, 31 Oct 2007 04:58:28 +0000

There are a lot of women out there blogging now, and our ladies are no exception. I like to think that our blogs are as interesting and different as we are, my blog is nothing like Ms Elizabeth’s, and her blog is nothing like Ms Carmen’s, who doesn’t blog at all like Princess Lilah… you get the point. But, with all of our different styles, there is one thing that does tend to happen from time to time. We blog about one or more of our callers.Â Now, in case anyone is thinking that we are violating the trust our guys put in us by doing this, I assure you that we don’t. I’d never use anyone’s last name and in case of a photo, any objection would see it gone in a heartbeat. Sooner.Â Unless my bloggee is into humiliation, and this KIND of humiliation, I would never subject him to it. The thing is, I have tons of guys wanting to “make the blog”, I think it’s funny and flattering that they want to be part of it. Who knew so many men wanted to share their secret phone sex fantasies with the world???

I think my blog should be about me, frankly. I don’t know that men are really interesting in reading about other guys, for the most part. But occasionally, I talk to someone who just is so accessible, who has a fantasy that I think will really intrigue the people who read the blog, because they represent the fantasy of a lot of people who may not have had the courage to pick up the phone or visit our chatrooms yet. And no, I’m not saying that they have common or ordinary fantasies. But there are classic themes, if you will, and some of my calls, especially with people I’ve spoken with frequently, make those theme POP!! So, I share a really frilly adorable sissy, or a man who loves to be forced into submitting to me (and his own subbie nature!)…I even stole the nickname of a faithful tiny dicked frequenter of my radio show and wrote a story all about a pindicked piggie finding his place in our world.:)

In the end, I write about my life. Right now, my callers, my fellow Mistresses, and our chatters are a big part of that life.Â So when you see the occasional wacky posting that fits into a bizzare blogging story happening on several blogs, or I stop to wish a happy birthday, or even to get a little sentimental, bear with me:) As I often say, I’m not a doll, wind her up and she humiliates little dicks and makes men wear panties. I’m a real woman, and my blog is going to reflect that. I’ve been getting such wonderful compliments lately, THANK YOU FOR READING! And Keep Reading and commenting, OKAY?

Hugs,

Miss Tara

Phone Sex and the Real World

Administrator — Mon, 22 Oct 2007 04:27:51 +0000

“So what else do you do?” “What do you do for a living?”, or , from various IMs from losers who wanted freebies, “What’s the matter, can’t get a real job?”.Â Phone sex work doesn’t get a lot of respect in the straight world.Â I realize that there are a lot of ladies who do phone fantasy for spare money while they go to school, or to supplement their husband’s income for those little extras in life.Â I know about those little extras, working in the sex industry pays for mine too: food, rent and the Evil IRS:) I got into this business for purely monetary reasons, I was broke and already working two jobs, I had no more time to spend outside my home. But I discovered something. I was good at it. I enjoyed it. And soon I realized that I prefered the give and take, the creativity and the freedom that this work involves. So I quit my so called “real jobs” to concentrate on what was becoming a career. That’s right, my career.Â You guys are a part of this.

Coming to work with Ms Ally helped me understand just what an amazingly wide world phone fantasy was. Her first two sites, Cock Control and Sissy School, became the standard by which other femdom sites were measured. As she concentrated on bringing more of the lesser known fantasies to our group of ladies, I realized that I was learning again, learning facts and skills that excited me! You were my best teachers, sharing your cuckold and humiliation fantasies with me so generously. There are tons of places to look up facts, but hearing what excites a man in his own panting voice…I never can forget hearing that! You taught me the little things that books and websites can never get right, and you showed me when I was wrong, sometimes by moving along to another lady. It’s a harsh schooling,perhaps, but you are for the most part, real gentlemen who don’t want to hurt anyone’s feeling by saying “Mistress, when I beg to come… Don’t let me!!” LOL, Miss Tara learned the lesson about boy cummies REAL well, didn’t she? ::wink::

Doing whatÂ I do offers me more learning, more experience in working with people, more chances to learn different computer skills, and even more opportunities to travel than any straight job I ever held. I have always been a trustworthy loyal person, but now I’m trusted with the scariest of secrets, the sexual yearnings that people hold deepest in their hearts, and I cherish that. I’ve grown stronger, more confident, and more assertive, thanks to the strong confident women I am surrounded with in my virtual world. I would never trade you, my callers and teachers and friends and pets, for any desk job and 401k plan the “real world” has to offer. Keep teaching me, I’ll keep learning. Keep calling, and I’ll keep your secrets, I’ll dress you up, I’ll bust your balls and I’ll value everything you share with me.

hugs,

Miss Tara

Administrator — Tue, 16 Oct 2007 04:37:49 +0000

There once was a little pindick piggy who was convinced he had a huge cock. It was only four inches long and very thin, like a toothpick, but he loved his itty bitty penis and always whipped it out proudly when he met a new girl. It was the best part of the night, when a girl finally got to see the mini package he carried in his pants. And even though he was always hearing things like “Is it in yet?” and “Is that all there is?”, he was not discouraged. He just had the bad luck of meeting girls with incredibly large pussies, pussies that overwhelmed even his legendary dick.

Then, one day, he was online and came across a website that astounded him. It was full of beautiful women, smart sexy women, confident women who spoke openly and freely about all kinds of things, including cocks. And they had the most interesting things to say about dicks the size of his. They called them TEENY WEENIES! They called them ITTY BITTIES! They laughed at pindicks like his, they scorned them and said that there was no way they ever would have enjoyed one of his exhibitions, let alone fucked him afterwards. They, and this was hard to believe, said that their minimum standard for Real Men started at TWICE the size of his studly wares. EIGHT INCHES? It was difficult for the pindick piggy to understand. He had been so sure of himself, so convinced that his dick was a cock for the ages. How could he be so wrong? But these women were intoxicating, men gathered around them and begged for their attention. Paid for their personal one to one attention, and showered them with gifts too. THESE women, these confident strong women, couldn’t be WRONG.

So, the pindick piggy put away his dreams of being the world’s greatest lover and devoted himself to amusing these wonderful women. They seemed to enjoy teasing him and laughing at his needle thin flip flopper, and their laughter was as magnificent as the rest of them. So he paid his dues, joined the crowds around them, and in time found a few special ladies to tribute with his time and money and presents. And he found a new goal! Maybe his dick was the thinnest one out there! The most amusing! The teeniest weenie wagging! The one the wonderful women would laugh at most! And, with this in mind, the pindick piggy was happy again.