Your poor Miss Bella had one heck of a crappy week last week, but this one? Well this week, I’m going to start it off right.

It may be cold and drizzly outside today. There might be no sunshine because of all the clouds. But it is . . . → Read More: Being Thankful For The Little Things In Life]]>

Hello, my darlings!

Your poor Miss Bella had one heck of a crappy week last week, but this one? Well this week, I’m going to start it off right.

Being Thankful For The Little Things

It may be cold and drizzly outside today. There might be no sunshine because of all the clouds. But it is absolutely *perfect* weather for staying inside, indulging in a little vino and making out by the fire. Sounds romantic, doesn’t it? A little soft music, some dimmed lights, an eager and attentive subbie waiting on me hand and foot while I nuzzle my latest conquest…

Wait…Subbie?

Of course, silly! Did you really think that *you* would be the one making out with me by the fire? *laughs* Aww. Remember when I  mentioned being thankful for the “little” things? Well, there’s one “little” thing that I’m definitely not thankful for. Well, at least, not in the way you think.

What Do You Mean “Little”?

See, your *ahem* inadequacy  in the cock department keeps you off my couch and at my feet. Your itty bitty dicklette is only good for one thing, and, before you reach down there and start fiddling that nubbin’, it’s certainly not for physical pleasure. I’m more likely to lock it up in chastity than I am to let it poke and prod and tickle my thighs.

No, I much prefer keeping you down there, always looking up. Always wishing you could be endowed enough to please me. Always begging for one more chance…

… To show me how devoted you are.

I was just sitting back, perusing the web, and then I remembered something. I was going to start posting around here more regularly.

Because I’ve heard you, my darlings. You miss me. I know you do. And I know I’ve been horrendously busy with so many things, but I haven’t . . . → Read More: Sinful Sunday!]]>

Good afternoon, my lovelies!

I was just sitting back, perusing the web, and then I remembered something. I was going to start posting around here more regularly.

Because I’ve heard you, my darlings. You miss me. I know you do. And I know I’ve been horrendously busy with so many things, but I haven’t forgotten you all. *smiles*

So how’s this for an inaugural welcome back post:

Small Penis Seeks Humiliation

I had the most pathetically hilarious little dicked loser call me this past week. He knows who he is. And he knows I’ve got his number. *winks* I spent time raking him over the coals, and you know what? I didn’t feel the least bit bad about it.

Because when you don’t have what it takes to please me, then you’re really only worth of one thing, aren’t you?

He knows. Don’t you, “MPW”?

*laughs* If you can believe it, he actually begged me to blog about him. He wanted to see me calling him out for the insufficient, insignificant, baby-carrot-peen’d lowlife that he is.

Why Use Initials, Miss Bella?

I told him I’d keep his name confidential, and that’s the “M” part of the initials. But I didn’t say I’d keep the rest of it quiet: PW = Panty Whore.

He likes to slink around in his wife’s panties and imagine what life would be like if he turned himself over to me. And you know what? With his penchant for panties and insatiable need for humiliation because he doesn’t have what it takes to properly satisfy a woman, I figured he’d be best served serving me on his knees…in the frilliest panties I could find…with his mouth paying a little lip service of it’s own.

On my boyfriend.

*laughs*

Needless to say, I think the idea was almost too much for him to stand! I sent him scurrying away to clean up his little mess. *wink*

Stay tuned, darlings. I have many more stories for you…and an audio or two on the way.

Last night, as I was reapplying another coat of the oh-so-luscious Orgasm lipgloss by NARS that showed up on my doorstep earlier in the day (thank you!!), I received a call from a rather interesting character.  We’ll call him Basement Boner Boy, because that’s precisely what he is.  In a hushed whisper, . . . → Read More: Down in the Basement…]]>

Hello, my pets!

Last night, as I was reapplying another coat of the oh-so-luscious Orgasm lipgloss by NARS that showed up on my doorstep earlier in the day (thank you!!), I received a call from a rather interesting character.  We’ll call him Basement Boner Boy, because that’s precisely what he is.  In a hushed whisper, this naughty stroker revealed to me that he was hiding out from his Significant Other because he has a very real problem: chronic wankerism.

That set me into a flurry of giggles because, well frankly, I love my chronic stroker sluts because they can’t help themselves! They simply MUST reach down there several times a day to fondle their nethers, no matter how embarassing the after-effects might be.  I also love the fact that for most of them, they’re craving the control from a Femdom like myself, to ensure that they maintain a rather strict regiment of stroking.  Part of said regiment is what I like to affectionally refer to as a “Squirting Tribute”. 

BBB paid his squirting tribute up front and I decided to whore him out for a bit to two other Mistresses here, Miss Gabrielle and Mistress Sarah! Two very different Femdom styles, but both extremely fun to get on the phone.  Miss Gabby and I teased him about that little peen of his and his need to stroke it, and found out he had himself a Q-tip with some very special spicy sauce to make things extra tingly! *giggles*  And then Mistress Sarah revealed to me all his naughty secrets!

Ultimately, though, I had him find a nice, soft, bathroom towel with which to spill his little squirmers…with instructions to put it somewhere useful until laundry day.  I can’t wait to hear how red he turns every time his Significant Other uses that towel before laundry day while he watches, knowing what a pathetic little wanker-slut he really is!

For erotic phone sessions with Empress Bella, call 800-601-6975
Must be 18+ to call
Calls are $2.50 per minute with a 10 minute minimum
Discreetly billed to a major credit card
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Here’s a special little ditty for you, that I just decided was needing to get out of my head! Don’t groan too loudly, now;)

‘Twas  the night before Christmas And all through the lair Not a creature was stirring No, they wouldn’t dare.

The Sissies were nestled All snug in their . . . → Read More: Monday’s Morsels – Steamy Storytime!]]>

Hello, my darlings!

Here’s a special little ditty for you, that I just decided was needing to get out of my head! Don’t groan too loudly, now;)

‘Twas  the night before Christmas
And all through the lair
Not a creature was stirring
No, they wouldn’t dare.

The Sissies were nestled
All snug in their beds,
While visions of tea parties
Danced in their heads.

And I, in my corset,
With key in my hand,
Had just locked in a chastity boy,
From a far-away land.

When up from my dungeon
There arose such a noise,
That I stalked to the doorway
Yelling, “Cut it out, boys!”

When on what should my
Wondering gaze alight,
But a silly submissive,
His arms bound up tight!

He was completely naked,
Not a stitch did he wear,
His small peen all shriveled,
Perhaps due to cold air!

His eyes were lowered,
He made not a peep,
While I contemplated his plight
Was he mine to keep?

I stood before him,
Leaning in near,
As I softly asked him,
“Slut, what brings you here?”

He said not a word,
But raised up his eyes,
And written on his face
Was his honest reply.

“So you’re here to serve me,”
I asked him again,
He nodded demurely,
And lowered his chin.

I felt my lips smile,
As I flicked on a light,
Merry Christmas, From Miss Bella,
May your holidays be bright!

Happy Holidays, my darlings! May you all be safe and happy and warm this season, may you find yourself surrounded by loved ones, and know that Miss Bella loves you, even if you think no one else does!

Until tomorrow! And don’t forget to listen to my show tonight at 12am Eastern, on Cock Radio! And join us in the chatroom over at Community Kink for a good time!

For erotic phone sessions with Empress Bella, call 800-601-6975
Must be 18+ to call
Calls are $2.50 per minute with a 10 minute minimum
Discreetly billed to a major credit card
http://ratemycall.com/

Well, here we are, in the home stretch.  Christmas is 8 days away (my birthday, incidentally, is only 6 days from now) and I’m sure all of you are out there finishing up your last minute shopping.  I know I’ve been doing that as well and, I don’t know about . . . → Read More: Thursday’s Thoughts – Mistress Musings]]>

Well, here we are, in the home stretch.  Christmas is 8 days away (my birthday, incidentally, is only 6 days from now) and I’m sure all of you are out there finishing up your last minute shopping.  I know I’ve been doing that as well and, I don’t know about you, but there are times that I just need to sit back and relax!

I’ve officially received my first birthday present from none other than the ever so fabulous Mr. A!  Those of you who listen to my radio show, Miss Bella’s Fetish Free For All, over on Cock Radio every Tuesday, you’re already aware of this particular present.  He was so incredibly wonderfully generous that he gifted me with a brand new iPod touch!  I’ve been busily adding all my music and it’s been my constant companion over the last few days when I’m out and about.

So tell me, my darlings, what are you hoping to get for Christmas?  Are my sissies and pantyboys out there going to unwrap a brand new pair of frilly panties? What about my chastity boys? Are you expecting to find a new, naughty CB-6000 nestled in that box? Mmm. Maybe my cuckolded boys will finally get to watch their wives kiss (and lick, and suck) Santa under the Christmas tree!

Such naughty delights on such a naughty night! You can bet your Miss Bella will be decked out in her finest red velvet teddy and white stockings, just waiting for that kiss under the mistletoe!

Until tomorrow!

For erotic phone sessions with Empress Bella, call 800-601-6975
Must be 18+ to call
Calls are $2.50 per minute with a 10 minute minimum
Discreetly billed to a major credit card
http://ratemycall.com/

Hello, my lovelies!

This week’s fetish is something many of you grew up with and it’s carried over into today…only with a slightly different connotation!

Catagelophilia (aka “You really think I’m going to do something…with that?”)

We all were teased, growing up.  I don’t think anyone was immune to it, regardless of your . . . → Read More: Friday’s Fetishes – Schoolyard teasing…]]>

Hello, my lovelies!

This week’s fetish is something many of you grew up with and it’s carried over into today…only with a slightly different connotation!

Catagelophilia (aka “You really think I’m going to do something…with that?”)

We all were teased, growing up.  I don’t think anyone was immune to it, regardless of your popularity, but then, some of you were teased mercilessly and ridiculed to the point of tears.  Catagelophiliacs find it sexually arousing to be ridiculed, teased, or otherwise humiliated for some perceived personal flaw.

Now, you may be thinking to yourself, who really enjoys being ridiculed? I can’t even count the number of calls I get where the client begs to be laughed at, teased, humiliated, or otherwise made to feel inferior for something.  Whether it be a fascination with panties or an incredibly miniscule cock, there’s always something that can be exploited and laughed at.

This fetish really isn’t as uncommon as you may think!  If you consider how many fetishes actually develop in early adolescence, when the hormones are going crazy and you feel socially awkward around your peers, it’s really quite easy to see how something like a little schoolyard teasing can be associated with sexual excitement!  You’re getting attention, after all! You’re not invisible in that moment…especially when the person teasing you is that pretty head cheerleader you’ve been lusting after.  She may never give you the time of day in any other circumstance, but when she singles you out to giggle at you, mmm…suddenly, you’re her center of attention and she’s the one who makes you feel like you can do better, be better, prove to her that you’re not as much of a loser as she thinks you are.

*giggles*  We both know different, don’t we? You never quite grow out of loser status…but it gives you something to strive for.  And in the meantime, we’ll sit here giggling at your attempts;)

Until tomorrow!

 For phone sessions with me, call 800-601-6975.