I’m not sure what happened. I thought for sure I had put up a post redirecting you to my new blog hosted on my own site, but it doesn’t seem to have happened.

So here you go. Come visit me at my new blog.

I’ll be seeing you there.

Scientists working in Chicago and California have determined that a woman can tell just by looking at a man’s face whether he is a potentially good parent or more suitable for a short-term relationship.

They tested the testosterone levels of men and had them select photos of people from a selection of all ages.

They then showed pictures of these men’s faces to women and had the women rate them for various personality traits, like kindness, masculinity, physical attractiveness, and whether they appeared to like children. The women then rated the men as to whether they would be a better prospect for a long-term or short-term relationship.

Women preferred the more masculine-looking men - the ones with the higher testosterone levels - for short-term relationships and the less masculine ones for long-term relationships.

The more feminine-looking men were more likely to select pictures of babies. Women were easily able to differentiate between higher and lower testosterone levels in men.

So you see, guys, you can’t hide anything. It’s right out there, written on your face. You can’t see it, but any woman can read you like a book.

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When you’re tired of all that intellectual stuff, here’s a personality test based on a drawing you do.

Draw a pig.

Let me know how yours comes out. I’m a realist, friendly, remember dates, analytical, cautious and distrustful, secure, stubborn, stick to my ideals, a good listener, and have a poor sex life.

Well, they got part of it right.

Seriously, guys, this is too funny. Tell you what, draw the pig, post a comment here with your results and Niteflirt membername, and I will send you 2 free minutes.

Or you can just call me!

So sorry to be leaving, but you know, too much fun all at once sometimes makes you want to breathe deep for a few minutes.

But then you get over it!

But seriously, I will miss that new boy, but I will think of him when I wear that new lingerie I had him buy for me, the ones I made him buy for himself, too.

So much stuff, so little space. I had to get a new suitcase, too.

It’s so nice that working Niteflirt gives me the freedom to take time off when I need to go on vacation. I’ve loved sharing with you, time to get back to work.

Well, I knew she’s a fun girl, but Svetlana sure knows how to give a hot femdom party. Whether or not anybody ever did before, she could write a book on it.

Of course she had her husband, loserdickwad, there to wait on us. Since she rented a beach house (unlike the Principal and I, who have doubled up in a hotel suite), she doesn’t have room service. But he’s well trained, she broke him well. Just a glance from her and he comes running… Or a clap of the hands, and he is kneeling at her feet. He’s a loser, but hey! It takes a real loser to think that having no success with woman is something that can be fixed by bringing in a mail order bride. Like, doh, there’s something wrong with every woman on the continent, not with him!

Just to keep him honest (honest man, is that an oxymoron or what?), she’s got loserdickwad locked up in a chastity belt, one of those metal things. So we couldn’t really see his “peepee”, as she calls it, but I guess it’s too small to bother with anyway. They don’t make CB3000s that small, so you can just imagine…

So he’s a loser once, can’t get a date so he contacts a mail-order bride agency, and he’s a loser twice, he’s so sure that a nice Russian girl will be the solution to his problems that he forgets to ask the right questions. Like, is Svetlana a nice Russian girl? Does Svetlana like men? (Hint: the answer to these questions is NO.)

I had no idea that Svetlana was vacationing in the same town we are, but like I said, she sure knows how to give a party. I brought my new pantyboy (aka the Principal’s footslave), who got the opportunity to massage and kiss the feet of every woman there, and even got to do a few pedicures. Now that’s entertainment, especially when your pedicurist is an attractive guy in nothing but panties. Did we tease him!

Well you know what goes with ‘tease’, of course it’s ‘denial’. Poor boy is one suffering unit. Maybe I’ll let him jerk off tonight.

When all our glasses were full, we sampled the snacks. Her husband is a pretty good cook for a guy who was planning on bringing a woman to this country to do all his cooking for him. Amazing how fast a male can learn when his health and freedom depend on it. Then we handcuffed, blindfolded, and gagged him to the kitchen table and went out in the living room to have some fun with each other, pantyboy, and the strapon, while he could only listen. Pantyboy’s a quick learner, he knows how to suck on a girl’s strapon. Too bad I can’t bring him home. I’m sure he’d look really fine doing my housework in a French Maid’s costume, too. I think I’ll pick out a nice wig for him tomorrow, too.

Gotta go, guys. Talk to you soon.

Love, Angelika

You know how it is, you never can tell what’s going to happen. I had an interesting time last night, whoa, did I ever. Amazing what can happen when you bare your shoulders and let your hair flow down your back. The guys are just helpless.

So last night I ran into the school nurse, Svetlana. I had no idea she was going to be here. I think she said something about having brought her husband along to give her something to laugh at. The party’s at her place tonight, she’s rented a beach house with the money she’s extracted from him.

These guys need to think with something other than their dicks, don’t they? Not! Works for me.

So after I picked up that sweet boy and dressed him up as a girl, I let him give us both pedicures. He was so hot! I’m sure he never though of being turned into a girl before, and he’ll never stop thinking about it again.

Good thing I thought to bring my strapon, eh?

Angelika

I’m going to be having some fun this week, mixed in with some major relaxation. Right now I’m in a beachfront bar, sipping on a rum and coke while typing this. Isn’t it wonderful that they anticipated my needs here, eh?

Last night was a little bit too much fun, but a little extra sleep (slept til noon, aren’t you envious?) and I’m fine. We were still keyed up after a long plane trip, and went to walk on the beach, ran into a cool party, met some people from the next town. Small world, eh?

On the plane in, whoa. There was an 8 year old dumbass in training in the seat in front of us. What a brat! Absolutely unwilling to follow directions, he kept turning on his gameboy during takeoff til they finally took it away from him. A screaming baby got on the plane, and was that kid annoyed! I guess he figured the baby was fussing to annoy him. After takeoff the baby settled down, but every peep from that direction was met by a rude remark. You don’t suppose he was worried that some other child might have a shot at MOST ANNOYING CHILD ON THE PLANE, do you?

Finally, about 2-1/2 hour into the flight, just before the plane started its initial descent, he started whining, “are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet???”

His mother started to go into one of these placating modes, “we’ll tell you/you’ll know when…” but I stopped her. “Yes!” I said. “We are there!”

She started to equivocate, so I pointed out the window and said to him, “Look out there, see? We are there!”

She realized I was pulling his leg, but he had never had anybody say anything absurd like that to him before. “No we’re not!” he exclaimed.

“You answered your own question,” I told him.

Boy’s gonna grow up to be a real dumbass. Watch out for him.

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This dumbass just pissed me off. He called me in the middle of the night, looking to be “dominated”.

Ok, you got any toys there?

“No”

OK, then what can you do for me?

“Anything”

So what part of this are you just not getting? I want you to fuck yourself with a dildo, and you didn’t bother to have one handy when you called a Mistress. That’s what I want to hear. I don’t want to hear you play with your penis. Now tell me, is there anything you can do for me or not?

Click.

Asshole

What’s a sub? Inquiring minds want to know.

Unfortunately, most wannabe subs do not have inquiring minds, to say the least. If they started asking questions about submission, they’d be getting a bunch of answers they didn’t want to hear. For sure.

They might even end up learning something, except for the fact that they really don’t seem capable of it.

Here is my current list of “sub” types I have run into online and on the phone. Your mileage not only may vary; in fact, I’m sure it will. I say “sub” types (using quotes) because most of those guys are in no way submissives. I will be updating this list as I come up with more types over the next few days. Feel free to suggest…

• The “shopping cart” submissive - this guy considers himself submissive, but only intends to do what you tell him to when what you tell him to do suits him. I had a guy who I gave a little non-threatening assignment to who whined and moaned about the requirements, made up excuses, then finally lied about having completed it. You thought I wouldn’t check, did you?
• The “laundry list” submissive - this one comes to you ready to submit his entire being to you. The only problem is that he’s already got a full plan of what you’re going to be doing to him, and there’s no room for input based on your preferences. In fact, that list is not only long, but it’s full of pretty strenuous stuff. It’s going to take a whole lot of your time, and he expects you to keep it up on a regular basis. Oh, and the reason you’re going to be doing these things is because it’s what you want to do. You like doing them so much, yea, you need doing them so much that that you’re willing to spend hours a day doing them. For free. And he is there to give you an outlet to do these things you had nobody to do to previously, to allow you a “safety vent”. Not.
• The sex slave - this guy has spent so much time watching porn and fantasizing himself in some bizarre lead role that he thinks any dominant woman will gladly keep unlimited slaves, whose sole function is to have sex with her whenever he feels like it. He has no conception that slaves are expected to support the household and work in it, thinking that somehow being a dominant woman means you are desperate for some guy who can’t find a date to save his life.
• Even more extreme than the garden variety sex slave is the ARAB sex slave, a guy who thinks his sexual power is so superior that a dominant woman will pay to bring him to this country sight unseen, support him, and get him a green card, asking nothing in return. Of course I would always tell these guys that it is illegal to import slaves to this country, as we already have a domestic oversupply.
• The 24/7 foot slave - hello???? How many hours a week do you think a girl needs footrubs?
• Guys who expect to “serve” me by wanking off “for” me on cam. Because I need to be “entertained”.
• Any guy looking to be a personal submissive who doesn’t like housework. That’s it, dude. You didn’t make the cut.
• A guy who thinks his Mistress is going to be giving him blow jobs. ‘Nuf sed.

Mind you, I’m only writing this list because I’ve been so bombarded by wannabe subs who are clueless, not because I’m seriously auditioning, or even so desperate as to consider someone who is not

• polite
• respectful
• thoughtful
• intelligent
• articulate
• and finally, in the case of someone with whom I was considering a physical relationship, a sensitive lover.

In other words, all the things he should be before we even add “submission” to the list.

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I posted the following blog entry on my homepage at myadultspace.com, which is supposed to be like myspace for adults. Actually, it is a site where guys who are ordinary-looking at best are looking for no-strings-attached sex with beautiful and sophisticated women.

Well, there are no beautiful and sophisticated women on myadultspace, except for the escorts and phone sex girls, and the guys outnumber them about 20 to 1. But there is some sort of disconnect in the brain of a guy trolling for sex that tells him that even though he looks like a greasy toad and seems to have the intellectual capacity of one, he not only deserves the most beautiful women in the world, but they will want HIM, and an endless stream of them will come to him for his very special expertise. If not, his lizard brain tells them that there is something wrong with THEM, not with him.

I have been absolutely overwhelmed by friends requests lately, and considering that many of them seem to be from guys who I wouldn’t judge to be a “good match” for me in many ways, I’ve decided to be more selective. From the beginning I have been actually visiting and reading profiles before accepting requestors as my friends. This blog entry is to give you some idea of what I’m looking for when I decide whether to accept or deny.

First, your profile needs to be filled out. This is important enough that I put it in the header. It should SAY SOMETHING about you in there. A picture is ok, but it doesn’t substitute for the text in itself. If you couldn’t be bothered to read my header, or you feel you’re too important to be bothered complying, then I can’t be bothered with you.

What you say is important. If the only important thing in your life is anonymous sex with strangers, don’t bother to send a friends request. I have lots of things I’m interested in, and anonymous sex with strangers is low on my list. Be an adult, not an emotional middle schooler.

If you like things that all women think are really gross and disgusting, like bukkake, don’t bother to send a friends request.

If you think real women are impressed with photographs of some guy’s genitals and think it makes them really special, well all I can say is, ISN’T THAT SPECIAL?

If you can’t or won’t write in complete sentences, spell properly, or use capitalization and punctuation, don’t expect me to devote time to deciphering or decoding what you have written. Don’t write in code, use English, it is your native language.

If I see you holding a gun in your profile, I will interpret that to mean you are a gun nut and I will deny you.

If I accept you and suddenly find that you have spammed the bulletin board with dozens of stupid “how many ways would you fuck me” postings, I assure you it will be easier for me to delete you than to try to delete the messages one at a time on my sluggish laptop. Thank myadultspace for making that choice easy.

And to answer the question that kept coming up: If I had you prisoner in my home for 24 hours, I would have you clean the house from top to bottom,not resting until your 24 hours were up.