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I’ve been neglecting my blog and my poor Niteflirt boys. I do feel bad but, I have got some Summer fun times planned. I live for Summer, even though I don’t particularly like the hot weather. I do love the sudden storms. Although I love October most!

I’m on a slut break. Ume and I are both very busy right now. He’s said I can date others but I’d rather not. In all honesty, I love him. You don’t walk away from that. Granted I’m not on my widow’s watch waiting alone for him but I’m still Ume’s girl. Plus my own “career” is heating up!! I’d much rather work on my projects and do something with my art.

I’m excited about recent developments. I’ve been going back to my punk roots and my witchy upbringing. I’ve been reading tarot during my days and I’m looking into branching out into more of a sexual/spiritual thing. It may not make sense to you right now but perhaps in the future. I feel more grounded. I’m walking my own path. Sexual witch, evil hypnotist. My path may not be traditional but, its really fun!

My family is full of witches and Shinto priestesses. That’s not exactly normal mind you but, I think my pornographic twist and spiritual spin art makes it my own!

Nothing about me is average. Not even in terms of BDSM, I’m a Princess but, I’m quirkier than most.
I guess.

I’m just me I don’t live up to norms and standards, that’s a lesson A LOT of submissives learn the hard way. I’m not here for money, I’m here to teach and train. Although I do love wishlist presents! Send one if you love me!

See you when the Harpy goes home!

First off. Rest in Peace Peter Steele of Type O Negative. Your music inspired many an orgasm from this Geisha. Hopefully you are happier now. You’re missed.

I’ve been working my phone sex submissives very hard. It’s been great fun, I’m recording at least three new tracks at the very least. For those of you that want a non niteflirt option for buying my “sexy tracks” I give you Dollmouth Productions As usual my prices are affordable, and they’ll stay that way. I love doing recordings, it makes me feel more like a rockstar. Keep your eyes peeled for The Dirty Geisha “Raffle” I have awesome prizes.

Oh, and if you have an idea for a new MP3 comment here, please.

I hate to admit it but, sometime after high school I decided this: You only live once, Iʻd rather regret the things I had done then the things I hadnʻt. So, my life is spent mostly doing things I want to do. Yes, my submissive clients may not choose me because I have some Iʻm submissive too. But, fuck them. The ones that do choose me get an authentic BDSM experience from a real girl.
People may not like me because Iʻm poly. But, at least I can love fully and totally. Point is, I like my life and Amanda Palmer put it into better words then I could.

The blowjob queen part also applies to me. I have become more selective in whoʻs genitals I want in my mouth.
Also, I too like sharing my gift with the world. Hence my forays into professional smut peddling!

Umeʻs been away. This does make me miss him. But, absence does make the heart grow fonder. It means when he comes home to me, Iʻll be extra happy. This time has made me realize just how much Umeʻs got me on track. Before I was this force like water and yeah, people noticed me Iʻd worn away some pebbles. Under Umeʻs careful guidance Iʻm now flowing freely and mountains have no chance.

This is one of the reasons Ume is so my punkrockloveman. “darlin your Daddy is a punk rock kid, he grew up reading and making zines using recycled clip art and photocopy machines.” When I told him about my new zine project. Pushing Pixel. I love that he didnʻt blink. It stunned me and made fall just a little more.

It made me think about letting him inside of me. In a way that no one has been, not even Jak. You see, I have an erotic hypnosis fetish and, I want to be hypnotized. I want him to truly fine tune me as it were. I want to let him have that kind of control.

I want to literally hand him the key to my complete enslavement. Because, you see Iʻd have to teach Ume how to hypnotize me. Iʻd teach him how to press my biggest, reddest, button. I keep holding back telling him this. Iʻm fairly certain he would.

Then Iʻd listen.
Iʻd be Umeʻs doll.

Kuro, new to this blog but not new to my life. He was my Master at one point. My submissive at another point. My friend through it all. He pushes ALL my bad girl buttons. He is delicious. He also needs to be added to the cast list.

The Brit, the British Dom I’ve been seeing. Very lovely man. I didn’t really seem as being sexual in the first place. Boy, was I wrong! He rings my little bells, tingly all over type stuff. Not only that the boy loves to cuddle.

Carys, keeps me sane. Carys is like my wife and she is the BEST wife. She also draws my words into pretty pictures. She’s also helping me launch two NEW projects. She and Babykat are making me a better version of my Domina self. All you boys blame them!

The Work

2010 brings more and interesting things for me and this site. More Geisha Speak podcast and new erotic hypnosis mp3s. Email me with suggestions please. Also new video clips. Including a chat show on you tube talking (mostly!) erotica books. Maybe some erotic hypnosis videos…if you’re all good. So, be good!!

Nepenthe #2 is being written and put together. So, more Lux Shimshi goodness to come. As well as not one but two comics…to be revealed later. That means be on the look out!

Til later…

When I first saw her I was smitten. Her glasses were adorable, a lot of girls would take their glasses off. She didn’t, that made her my kind of girl. I was happier knowing she was out there. Then I started following her on Twitter, she made me smile, I’d flirt, she’d flirt back.
I started to wonder how she did hypnosis, not just out professional curiosity either. I started to want to feel her, I’d only ever been hypnotized by two people my dad, a vegas stage hypnotist and a friend a few years ago who showed me the erotic side.
I felt kind of bad, wanting her that way, I couldn’t pay her, and to be honest it would hurt being just a client. However being her plaything, something to help her tease boys and get more money, that was okay. I jokingly told her this idea, when she seemed intrigued I admit it, I did a happy dance.

Today was the day. We both put aside our “work schedules” and had a little chat. I was nervous, which makes me sound like a teenager and brings out my slight British accent. We talked as she set up recording equipment. I felt at ease and even comfortable.
I started to close my eyes and listened. Her voice drifted to my ears and made me feel at ease. I surrendered to the induction, my body following her guiding, relaxing inch by inch. When my body relaxed, I found myself getting lost in her words that had quickly lost their meaning to my conscious mind. The harmony of her voice kept me deep in trance.
Time was irrelevant. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed or even if Zusa had brought me back up from the trance. I lingered for a moment, before her voice finally reached my conscious mind.

“Lola, are you okay?” I opened my eyes slowly as she spoke.
“Yes, Zusa I’m fine.” I answered back feeling absolutely fine, for once.
“Okay, you were gone there for a moment.” She said laughing a bit.
“I was up all night talking to Nick, sorry.” I blushed a little as I spoke it’s true once I start talking I don’t shut up unless nervous, like now.
“It’s okay, I kind of enjoy the ‘Nick’ stories on your site.”
Oh, Zusa had read my site…I swallowed back a squee of happiness.
“Anyway..” Zusa said bringing my attention back to her. “How about some ice cream?” I felt a cold shiver rip down my spine, it was delicious, I whimpered.
“Got your attention do I?” Her voice took on a purring quality.
“Yes.” I said softly.
“Good girl.” Fuck, I liked hearing her say that. Okay, I wondered if she wanted an internet girlfriend. The idea made me chuckle.
“What?” She asked.
“Nothing, really.”
“So, are you going to share this recording with your Nick or possibly this “Daddy” you keep tweeting about? I blushed and moaned.
“Unless you say I can’t.”
“Oh, no, he should enjoy what a fine submissive he has, and how else would you explain the wet panties?” Zusa spoke slowly, she was pushing buttons. I was tingling. I didn’t think I could tell Nick about this, I’d email the file when I’m sure he’d be too busy, maybe it’d get buried?

The whole submissive thing wasn’t something I normally felt, let alone for more than one person at a time. But, if they both wanted me, maybe we’d all work something out. For now, I was just enjoying it.

“Lola, I want you to tell me why you deserve to orgasm.” Zusa said patiently.
I could’ve give her a good answer and I didn’t want to try to make up something totally lame.
So, I said:

“I don’t deserve to orgasm Mistress but, should you allow me to I will do so with you in mind and only should you choose.”
She paused thoughtfully and sighed softly.

“That, is the best answer I have ever got, sugar.”
That word set off something in my pussy, I groaned. Then a scream erupted from my lips. My body was hot like a fire, then suddenly it was gone. I was sated but, it felt hollow. I licked my lips.
“Hello.” I whispered.
“I’m still here, I was just listening.” Zusa said breathily.
I gripped my phone tighter wondering if this was how my boys felt calling me. More importantly I wondered how she felt but, as usual was too timid to ask.
I sighed, relieved, she wasn’t scolding me nor did she hang up, so I must be doing something right.
“That was fun.” I declared. I stopped myself from talking anymore.
“Yes, didn’t you think it would be?”
“I get nervous…”
“It’s okay” Zusa said softly, almost like a verbal hair ruffle.

Oh man, was I in for trouble.

Meeting men is not hard for me. Meeting interesting men however is another story. Normally I never met men from Niteflirt, I just didn’t, most of them weren’t worth it. I had only done it once before with short lived but erotic results, kissing in the hallway of my apartment building.
Most men simply weren’t worth it.

Most.

He was, or I had this feeling he would be. I felt nervous as I waited for him at the comic book store. This store was like my second home, yet I was nervous. I should not have been this way, I was me after all. I’ve met Hunter S. Thompson and I was less shy.
The difference was, I didn’t know Hunter’s desires. Nor did Hunter’s desires match mine quite so perfectly. I knew what Todd wanted and I was going to give it to him. All over the city if I could manage it. I saw him through the window walking down 33rd street, he looked so good.

My heart skipped.

He walked through the door looking like a kid in a candy store. Eyes wide ogling shelves and shelves of comic books.
“Welcome to The Universe!” I said using the voice I save for the phone. Todd’s eyes darted over to me. He took me in with a smile, his eyes lingered on my tits. Good, that’s what I wanted.
“Lola?” He asked his smile widening.
“Yup, that’s me.” I said reaching out to him, he hugged me. He arms felt strong. My god, I loved his body already. “So, you want to look around?” I whispered in his ear.
We explored the store stopping and looking at everything DC put out recently. My husband was working the register. I bantered with him, we laughed.
“See you tomorrow, honey.” I said on the way out.
“Have fun.” He called after me.

We walked into the brisk air and the night time street crowd. Tood walked next to me, it felt like we had been doing it forever. It felt good, very good. His hotel was a few blocks down, so I decided we were walking to it. I have odd little ways of testing my submissives, this was one of them.

The hotel was nice, and I could swear I’d stayed here before, years ago. We made our way on to the elevator, laughing and joking. Room 456. Todd’s room. It was finally going to happen, five years since I had dominated anyone in person,

There’s a certain satisfaction to making someone, well yours. For me, it’s an art. I followed Todd’s movements feeling his nervous energy. I smirked, tilting my head. I had to admit, it had a really nice ass.
“Stop.” I said softly. He looked at me but, stopped.
“Good, now come here.” He was walking to stand in front of me.
“Strip for me.” I said biting my lip.
Todd stared at me, then started to undo his belt never taking his eyes off me. Something in his eyes made me shiver. I watched his fingers pull open each button, he was teasing me but since I was enjoying I’d let it slide. I liked it even more when he took his pants off. Seeing him naked for the first time made me sigh.

“On the bed.” I whispered and watched him crawl on to the bed. He knew better, he sprawled on his back, so I could see his hard on replete with jewelry that I had been fantasizing about for months.
“Todd, Spiral” I waited before speaking “Todd, when I bring you back up you will respond to trigger words. The first word is the word ‘honey’ this word will make it feel as though I am pulling on your nipple piercings. The word ‘baby’ and it will feel like I am pulling on those lovely testicle piercings.” I said my breath catching just watching him. I went on “Tood, When I describe something, you will feel it and with each word I speak you will fall more under my will. You will always want to please me. Keep those firmly in place. 10..9..8…7…6…5…4…3..2..1.”

Todd’s eyes opened and he looked at me smiling.
“Honey, come take me to bed.” I said softly watching him shiver. Todd picked me up slowly.

The hotel bed sheets were cool, despite the fact he was just laying on them. We spent several moments, our bodies barely touching. My fingers trailed along his thigh as my lips pressed to his. Kissing him was like eating fine chocolate.
“Baby.” I purred as his teeth sunk into the flesh of my neck.
“Fuck, slut…” His fingers squeezed my nipple. Under normal situations I’d have berated anyone else. His hard cock pressed into my thighs. I moved my left leg over his pressing against him. He tugged my nipple hard enough to hurt. I hissed pressing my chest into him.

“Miss me, Baby?” I whispered in his ear.
“God, yes.” He growled kissing my lips again. His cock slid into my pussy. The jewelry stroked me in a way I wasn’t quite prepared for, I gasped and tried not to orgasm. I was blushing I knew it.
“Honey?” I made it a question.
“Hmm?” He asked distractedly pushing deeper inside my pussy.
“Baby, I was wondering if you’d lick my pussy.” It was worth it to feel him shiver inside me and to watch his face as he moaned.
He looked at me puzzled, and pushed harder into me.
“Okay, fuck just keep fucking me.” I said digging my nails into his back. He groaned and fucked me harder.
***
“Oh, Lola.” Todd said from the bathroom.
“Yes? I called back, my voice trembling still.
“You’ll be a good little girl after dinner right?”

I’d have to wait, and struggle through a dinner. Fuck, hopefully karma would be kind.

Smoke. It starts with smoke and her. Watching her smoke relaxed me. I really needed to relax. This was such a big night for me and her, and I was an absolute mess. Here she was Ava Montrose, smoking a cigarette and looking so serene.
I have this thing: I fall in love with people easily over the littlest things. Like Ava and her cigarettes, or Christopher and his leather. I shook my thoughts free again to focus my vision back to Ava.
“What?” I said softly my voice felt dry.
Ava laughed stroking my hair, as she spoke “I said, you want to come back with me?”
I blinked.

We didn’t know each other that well. I met Ava a few weeks ago at some loud club. We hit it off and she bought me a drink.
Flash forward and here we are. I nodded and she leaned forward kissing me softly. I followed her out carefully climbing over the clusters of bored kids whereas Ava did not.That was kind of just how she is.
As I stood there kissing her in the rain feeling her body grow into mine I couldn’t help myself.

Her apartment was modest and messier than I expected but nice. I felt sleepy so I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Ava’s arms were firmly around my waist. I felt her lips against my ear. I couldn’t hear what she was saying.

* * *
“Courtney, honey wake up.” Ava said softly nudging me awake.
“I’m up, I’m up.” I said groggily, the pieces of last night coming back together and I couldn’t help but smile. Ava smiled back her smile seemed playful yet somehow sinister.
“Cinnamon.” Ava whispered it.
A warmth built up in my pussy and spread a moan left my lips. I was having an orgasm. My hands clawed at the sheets. I was so embarrassed but I couldn’t stop.
Ava’s hands were on my thighs spreading them wide. She sat there watching my convulsing pussy with a sense of wonder.
I was shocked. Sitting there in my own wet spot as Ava walked away I was totally confused yet pleased. Little did I know that was just the beginning.

I paid the cabbie proper fare and turned walking toward the hotel. I could swear I felt the cabbie’s eyes watching my ass as I walked away. Just a few weeks ago I would’ve hurried away, but now I reveled in it. The hotel was ritzier than I could have ever imagined. Elegance, it was sheer elegance, Ava was teaching how to be more elegant and carry myself more like a lady less like a street kid.
My suit was a black little blazer and miniskirt thing with a crimson colored top. Ava’s choice not mine but, it did look very lovely I had to admit. Ava didn’t tell me who I was meeting with, just that I would be meeting someone. That’d be okay except I was told I had to whatever they said. I knew it’d be purely sexual, Ava had found out one of my most taboo fantasies, fucking strangers.
I practiced swinging my hips as I walked down the plush hallway to room 567. My hand was visibly shaking as I knocked on the door. Rustling noises could be heard from within, I watched the knob turn it was too late to run. I could only ponder why I did this, did I really love Ava that much?
The man who answered the door was totally not my type. He was older, he looke around 60 or so. He had little hair and a visible pot belly. It was almost as if Ava chose him because I would be so repulsed. She had been denying me an orgasm for a solid week. I had to give a stellar performance or no more orgasms in my future.
“You must be Clover.” Said the man using my submissive name given to me just two weeks ago by Ava. I was no longer Courtney, I probably could never be again.
“Yeah, thats me.” I said with a fake smile. He invited me in, closing the door behind me.
The room was nice, really nice, it was big I was guessing it was the honeymoon suite. I sat on the dark wood chair facing the bed. The lights were dim, he had really set things up.
“Would you like a drink Clover?” He asked examining the mini bar the hotel laid out.
“A Vodka and Red Bull, if you have it.” I answered meekly.
“Sure do.” He said with a smile. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, maybe he’d just wanted dirty talk. He brought me my drink, I sipped it gently.
“By the way, my name’s Derek.” He said sitting on the bed across from me.
I nodded sipping my drink again.
“Candy girl.” He said it firmly.
Suddenly, I was aroused and he looked like a sex god, I wanted him. My cunt pressed against the chair. Derek looked delighted.
“I want you to put this on.” He said handing me a thick black dog collar. Yes, it was a dog collar not a sub collar. I took it and obediently fastened it around my neck.
“Good, nipples.” He said softly. I knew what I was supposed to do or rather my hands did. I pulled down my top exposing my barely B cup breasts to him, and started stroking my nipples.
“What?” I said softly confused. I watched Derek undo his pants and pull down his boxers. His cock was huge, I heard older men had massive cocks compared to boys my age. I’d always theorized it was due to radiation. In the back of my mind I was thinking “He’s old enough to be my grandfather.” however my active mind was thinking “Spank me, use me”

“Nipples.” He growled grabbing his cock at the base.