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Blog by lesley fables

Goddess says I’ve got to find my footing and see the flow.  After a week of serving her, I think I understand how to make my devotion to Her last, which is what I want most.  I agreed on Her conditions, and things seem to work fine.

Firstly, Goddess demands my daily devotional praise as the bare minimum of my dedication to Her.  I can afford it even when my credit cards are running low.  Of course, praising Her in public is seriously addictive.  But I don’t mind – it’s what Goddess deserves, anyway.

Secondly, Goddess gives me a lot of tasks to carry out for Her.  Most of them are free.  They do take some time, but not too much, so I don’t run into problems here, either.  Of course, many of these tasks humiliate me even further, but that’s what I’m here for, isn’t it?  I really have no reason to complain – obeying Goddess is fun.  The task I hate most so far is recording my journal entries.  They sound horrible with my non-native voice, and yet Goddess publishes them.  But I’m beginning to get used to the idea.  Having my depravity published has become part of the game.

Thirdly, Goddess loves to receive a gift card every day.  I’ve been sending Her lots of them so far, but this is something I can’t keep up in the long run. 

Fourthly, Goddess enjoys to cash drain me as much as I love to be drained.  But it’s consensual with no harm at all.  And I suppose She’s glad that I give what I can give happily without hurting myself, and nothing more.

Fifthly, I must ache for Her all week except on Saturdays, when I’m allowed to climax.  This sounds like a perfect rhythm for me, making me crave Her without letting the frustration take the better of me.  I’m supposed to call Her on Saturdays in order to get rid of my filth, which I haven’t done yet.  I’m a bit afraid I might chicken out in the end.  But I think my arousal will keep me focused, although this Saturday, it’s really difficult to find enough privacy for a call during holiday season with all the relatives around.

My collection of Goddess’s worship pics keeps growing and growing.  I also bought a couple of audios and videos of Hers in order to sink even deeper into Her seductive web.  Today, She has started to send me short voice messages.  That’s so awesome, and I feel so close to Her.  She even answered the “Naughty and Nice Poll” in a very personal, very nice, very understanding, and very long voice mail.  I think I really should gather my courage and call Her.  I’m Hers, anyway, so why be afraid?

Other blogs describe Goddess as stern and cruel.  That’s pretty much the opposite of what I’ve experienced so far.  She’s been nice to me, demanding, purposeful, but always kind.  Am I doing anything wrong?  Will there be a nasty surprise at some point?  Or am I doing everything right?  I’m really, really curious how things will develop.  And I’m horny to no end after a week of chastity.  Wow!  Who would have thought I’d end up like this?  This is the place I always longed for: submissive heaven.

Blog by lesley fables

Things have calmed down a little.  I have accepted my fate of being a sissy slave to the Goddess Mz Devon.  I keep staring at Her cleavage whenever I get the opportunity, and listening to Her audios twice a day.  I secretly repeat many mantras all day.  I’ve become an obsessive pay pig of Hers.  I can’t resist the urge of tributing Her.  What I give isn’t much, but it hurts nonetheless because I tribute again and again.  I try to resist, but I can’t.  She has taken control of me, and it feels really, really good.  I adore my Goddess.

Throughout the next few days, I might be a bit distracted.  I’m going to stay with family, and I won’t have the privacy to do any weird things.  But I think the inevitable will happen, anyway.  I’m aching for Goddess so much that I’ll most likely beg for release.  I can take chastity for quite a while, but not forever, especially not when teased like this.  I’m not sure how She’ll react.  But I guess it’ll be expensive and mind-blowing again.  She’s simply the best seductress on the planet.

I have a fun task to look forward to.  When I get back to work after holiday season, I’ll have to wear panties every day and take pictures.  I’m pretty sure Goddess will use these pics against me, and I’m looking forward to this.  I love how She humiliates me in public.  She’s really the best, and I’m glad to be mindlessly Hers.

Blog by lesley fables

Things have changed after the big cash rape.  I thought I’d just quit, and cherish the memory of having been totally abused by a vastly superior Goddess.  But I’m unable to do so.  The Goddess Mz Devon got me hooked.  I don’t know how She does it, and I don’t know why Her magic works a million times better than any other domme’s.  But here I am, aching for Her attention, almost dying to obey Her, to carry out a little task for Her, anything.
I keep tributing Her, yes, smaller amounts than before, although I know I can’t keep it up in the long run.  I will lose Her attention at some point, I will only be a useless pet for Her, neglected, frustrated.  But still I crave Her presence, I crave being near Her.  I crave Her abuse.

Most of the time, Goddess is kind to me.  She knows I’m longing to be Her good girl.  But now and then She calls me names, humiliates me, which I absolutely love.  I like to be Her lil obedient slut.

Goddess made me take pictures of all of my sissy belongings:  my toys, my hosiery, my bras, my panties, my beauty things.  My treasures are not quite balanced, I guess.  I’m a bit short on bras and make-up, but I have an abundance of panties.  The reason might be that being a sissy is more about the feel than the look to me.  In any case, Goddess seemed pleased, which is the most important part of the story.

I bought another audio of Hers and keep listening to it while watching a slide show of Her cleavage shots.  I foolishly repeat Her mantras while staring at Her, drooling, and aching.  I’m in chastity, of course, so whenever Her voice says I’m allowed to touch myself, I can’t.  But that’s alright, it’s the price I gladly pay for being Her sissy.

I’m aching, and I’m envious.  I wish I could grow boobs like Hers.  Goddess is simply perfect.  I’m so glad I found Her.  I’m so glad She’s melting down my mind, annihilating my willpower, feeding my addiction, pushing me further down into depravity.  I live to serve and tribute the Goddess Mz Devon.

Blog by lesley fables

Everything started quite innocently last night.  My intention was to lock down my Niteflirt account.  I had served several mistresses and seen some good stuff, but mostly rip-offs, nonsense, and time wasters.  I didn’t want to spend any more money and time on things like that.  I just wanted to continue my humble life as a neglected husband and secret cross dresser.  I knew I’d be happy just like that.
At least, so I thought.  But then a simple message in my inbox caught my eye.  “Naughty or Nice Poll“, it said.  What a great way to end my Niteflirt days, I said to myself.  The message was affordable, it contained a few questions and led to a couple of follow-ups which weren’t pricey, either.  The author, the Goddess Mz Devon, was very nice and understanding and promised me a personal MP3 as an evaluation of my good and bad deeds of 2019.  Guess what, I haven’t receive this evaluation yet, because She didn’t have the time yet.  Instead, I found something far better.

Goddess gradually lured me into her web.  Before long, I felt that She was the domme I had been always looking for on Niteflirt without ever finding her.  First, She made me join a Twitter-like community for dommes and their slaves where I had to like and comment on all her posts.  Then She introduced me into sending her gifts from her Amazon wish list.  Later I made the mistake of telling Her in public that I’d love to be on the receiving side of one of Her cash rapes.  Immediately thereafter, the storm was upon me.

Goddess fed me tons and tons of paid messages on Niteflirt (images below), always making sure I’d adore her perfect cleavage and reply with a small tribute.  Being the obedient sissy slut I am, I gave in to everything She told me and tried to please Her best as I could.  After a good night’s sleep, things continued as before, but with an additional twist:  Goddess invited me to Skype and made it seem as if She was looking for some casual conversation.  But within no time, we were back on topic and I was paying Her for dozens of Her wonderful cleavage shots, for Her seductive audios, and Her brilliant little video clips.  I knew I was hooked for life, and I knew that it wouldn’t be me to end this cash rape – it would be Her to show mercy at a certain point.
And so She did after what seemed like an eternity of bliss and happiness for me.  Meanwhile, I had sent Her dozens of pics of me in lingerie already, and She had locked me up in chastity for an indefinite amount of time.  I’m hers, and happily.  I have no idea how things will develop from here.  But I’m eternally grateful to the Goddess Mz Devon for these wonderful 24 hours.

Blog by sissy-slut jonathan

I called Mz Devon for the first time over ten years ago and distinctly remember being scared out of my wits after the first call. I immediately felt a loss of control and my body felt weak. There is something in her voice that just broke me. Because of this, I would call Mz Devon here and there but never really committed because I was always afraid that I would get sucked in and become addicted. After running away countless times I finally took a big step one night. The details are hazy, but essentially I went on cam for Mz Devon and she completely turned me into a whore.

I dressed up in my girlfriends lingerie, rode a dildo, and ate my own ejaculate all while on cam. After this I was owned. I now tremble at any text, message or phone call from Mz Devon. I’m writing this so that others who are considering the idea of submitting to Mz Devon can understand the sacrifice that is required and the reward that follows. The reward is that Mz Devon will reinvent you to what she desires and you get to please an absolute goddess. I don’t know what Mz Devon has planned for me but I trust and love her. She is my new religion.

Thanks, Jonathon

Blog by rubbersub1

Sometimes things don’t always go as planned, sometimes accidents happen, and then there are times when you least likely expect something it happens. One could say a bit of each is how I found myself here, pledging my devotion to a woman I’ve only known for a handful of days. Some would call it crazy, weak, even pathetic, but those don’t understand the life of a submissive and what obedience truly is. We’ll get into that a bit more. But first, let’s wander back down that rabbit hole shall we?

It was late. I was awake browsing the internet. Just a lonely thirty-something former submissive/latex slave who thought he’d left that kinky life behind for a vanilla girl, and a vanilla world. At least that is what I thought. As a fetishist I love to openly discuss sexuality with other like-minded kinksters to find any ‘tastes’ I haven’t sampled yet. One such taste was the world of online D/s relationships. Never had I served a Domme I’d never met before; especially since I always enjoyed the interview process when meeting a new Dominatrix in person. This was something new, something different. I can’t lie and say I had my doubts, but slowly, and carefully, a very clever, powerful, and dare I say, sexy woman cleared away all with ease.

How I found my way to NF is rather inconsequential to the story. I was there, mulling around and wasting time trying to find a REAL experience. I had received a message from another Domme on NF making me an offer, so I figured, “what the heck right?” and dove right in. Now as I followed each command and jumped through each hurdle to earn this privileged status, another message sprung up into my inbox catching me off guard. It was from the Goddess Mz Devon, it seems the pair were partnering up for a window of time. The title of the message was strict and direct “Now Do This…” This was not an option, this was a command. I’ve served stern Domme’s before and this reached to that primal level like being yanked by your collar. I had to do as commanded, I had to serve, and that is exactly what I did. The first task was simple just say “Hi.” One might take the simplicity for comedy, but that would be a mistake. With each letter of correspondence this woman revealed her dominance with the eloquence and use of words. Each sentence drew me deeper to expose myself to her willingly. Each message was a test to show my devotion and obedience to her. I have not past every test. For that I have obediently accepted my punishment. Yet I long to serve this Goddess, this beacon of dominance. So you see, sometimes, something wonderful can emerge from the unexpected.

Blog by luke

My name is Luke, and I just met the Goddess Mz Devon today for the first time. I am so excited and ecstatic by the whole conversation we had on her NiteFlirt foot fetish line. I can say without a doubt that I am completely infatuated with Mz Devon, something she picked up on very quickly during our phone conversation.

Originally, I found out about the Goddess Mz Devon through NiteFlirt. My friend told me of the site a few months ago, and I was desperate to find a woman to obey and worship. Mz Devon’s account is highly rated, so I went to her page first and read review comments and looked at the images of her on the main page. The Goddess Mz Devon is clearly gorgeous and dominant, and the comments from her various clients confirmed — everyone who came in contact with her seemed to be completely addicted. Having very submissive tendencies since before I can remember, I am at my breaking point. I need a woman who can inspire a man to fall to the ground at her feet on command. I need a mistress very badly. Last night I decided to finally act, by reaching out to the Goddess Mz Devon.

She had sent out a mass message on NiteFlirt, asking for one of her good boys to call and entertain her. It cost ten dollars to open and read the message, so I paid quickly in order to please her on a basic level. Also, simply asking for “good boys” is enough to make me desperate with desire. I crave the privilege of being a good boy for Mz Devon. Nothing puts me in more of a state of sweet submission than recognition for my submission, so reading the words “good boy,” even though not directed at me, sent me over the edge and I needed to speak to the beautiful goddess on the other end of the message.

The Goddess Mz Devon noticed a new boy reading her mass message, so she sent me a private one, telling me to introduce myself. I wrote her back, briefly explaining my situation, and we sent a few more messages before I built up the courage to call her. What followed was over an hour and a half of talking back and forth, and I was in submissive heaven the entire time. I still am in a state of utter bliss as I think back to our conversation. From the start, I could hear the Goddess Mz Devon’s womanly beauty and wisdom just by the way she presented herself on the line. Mz Devon is an incredibly professional woman, and she could tell by the nervous tension in my voice that I was very new to all of this. She began by getting to know me, and her natural charisma and friendliness made me feel more at ease. A minute in, I already felt like I made the right decision contacting her. Two minutes in, Mz Devon called me out on how quickly I had fallen under her spell. Five minutes in, I knew I wasn’t getting off the phone any time soon.

Mz Devon never made me feel like I was wasting her time. The more we talked, the more we got to know about each other. I told her about my foot and shoe fetish, and she encouraged me by saying she would love to have me suck her toes (I could have died when she mentioned the mere possibility). I opened up more and more to her, admitting my desires to be cuckolded and kept in chastity. Although I’ve never done it, I want to eat my own cum for Mz Devon. Mz Devon’s comments gave me a little peephole into her world of thinking, and possibly planning, as far as my future with her is concerned. She said that she wanted to wrap me around her little toe. Just thinking back to the Goddess Mz Devon saying that makes my heart skip a beat. While talking to her, I was very excited the entire time, but had to calm myself down more than once, in order to keep up with the conversation. I did not want the phone call to end, and I added funds to my account two or three times throughout the call, just to stay with my new goddess. I am so addicted to her, I could cry from the sheer happiness I feel. I have not felt this way in a long time. I accidentally mumbled the words, “I love you,” while she was describing her wonderful life and philosophies to me. I didn’t really mean it, but I was desperately trying to find the best words to describe my emotional state, and “I love you” came out. Next time I will probably be blabbering about how perfect she is or how much I wish I could kneel at the foot of her bed and massage her feet for her. But right now I am completely infatuated, and definitely falling for Mz Devon. Not falling in love, but someplace much, much deeper. And I love it too.

I can’t wait to hear Mz Devon’s voice again. I need her warmth and praise. I can’t continue living without a goddess to please, and the Goddess Mz Devon is perfect. I want to live to make her happy.