It’s Go For Broke Day – Do You Dare?

I love reading up on days in honor of bizarre things, and today is national Go For Broke Day. Since many of you phone sex submissives are ”big swinging dicks” (metaphorically only) in your professional life…. what would you find truly intimidating to “go for broke” for? I’ve had a few thoughts:

I dare you to “Go For Broke” with me tonight, and see what happens… be prepared to grovel your way back into my good graces if you completely forget your place.


 

Back from Africa & Feelin’ Frisky!

My month in Tanzania was phenomenal and I wouldn’t change anything about it. I expected to miss things like air conditioning, but there were a few things I didn’t expect to miss and started to crave about halfway through:  coffee, cheese, men who know their place, and phone sex fun! I really mean that, about all four of those things!

Coffee – I took care of that one at Istanbul airport’s Starbucks. I had a MOCHA-GASM right there in front of 100 other coffee drinkers from around the world. Slurp…moan…gasp…slurp. I may have been a little noisy. And I may have had more than one.

Cheese – As soon as I got back to NYC, I had the friend I’m staying with (the Snooze Whore) bring home a big ol’ pizza pie. To our mutual amazement, I matched a 220-lb man slice for slice. Heh.

Men Who Know Their Place – Tanzanian men shove women and children out of the way in order to be first or get the best seat. I heartily disapprove. In a more flirty context, there’s a plethora of obvious Romeo-types who earn the label mamba, which is Swahili for crocodile. Dodging them reminded me of a video game I played as a kid called Pitfall, where you leap across three of them and leave them all hungry.

Phone Sex – Most people love walking away from their job for a while and having a true vacation. But being a femdom mistress is so satisfying that I don’t need that kind of break! I really enjoyed hearing from those of you who Skyped with me while I was there. As for everyone else…well, I’m feeling feisty. Can you take it?

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Penis Humiliation, African Style

I can’t say that Big Black Cock has been a burning curiosity on this trip so far. I’ve been overwhelmed with the unmistakeable landscapes of the Serengeti and the Ngorongoro Crater; the sounds of zebras, hyenas and jackals while I lay “safely” zipped in my tent at night; and the pungent odors that come along with all this. However, sometimes things conspire to make you think about BBC even when you’re feeling every single one of those 9000 miles from your cozy little phone sex nook.

Dressed up for Circumcision

At the side of the road between Arusha and the Serengeti, we passed many young Masaai men draped in black (draped = like a toga) with black and white face paint. Now don’t get all excited, sissies — they fix their appearance like this in the weeks before the big circumcision ceremony, which occurs every 5 years and is scheduled in a few weeks. Upon successful circumcision, there’s a big feast and their parents give them animals with which to start their own herd.

Humiliation for life – based on 2 minutes of your life

But here’s the catch… the procedure is done without any numbing agent or painkiller. If the young man flinches or makes any sound at all, he not only doesn’t get the beginnings of his herd, he becomes the village laughingstock. Like it’s not bad enough he has to spend 1-2 months solely in the company of his fellow snippees (can you imagine the ceaseless ridicule??) while they recover en masse — when he comes out, the young ladies shower him with humiliation for his lack of manhood.

So in a land where I’m guessing small penises just don’t exist, we girls still find a reason to engage in penis humiliation.

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Brianna on the African Savannah

Jambo from the edge of the Serengeti! No, this is not exotic exaggeration – as much as I love being sexually adventurous, I also love being geographically adventurous! I’m here in East Africa until March 5 – but that doesn’t mean I’m unreachable for some wild phone sex fantasies…

Skype & Sexytext are the way to go!

A session with me is not impossible, but it’s not easy either – and I don’t mean that in an orgasm denial kind of way. Internet is reasonably reliable, but electricity is spotty pretty much across the continent. I’m taking measures to counter this possibility, and will know more when I get back from my safari on Feb 20. Reaching me the normal way through dispatch is not the way to go for now – out of fairness, I only want to talk to you if you know the potential pitfalls of doing a call with me while I’m here (e.g. sudden disconnection for a minute). I think a few of you will find the hassle worthwhile…

A Big THANK YOU for the Africa Gifts!

I have had the most surprising influx of presents related to this trip in the last couple of months, and I’d really like to thank a few wonderful playthings who got a kick out of sending me unsexy presents for my big trip:

WEENIE WIMP - This little-dick exhibitionist gave me a gigantic Kelty Red Cloud 90L backpack for Christmas :) I’ve resisted travelling with a backpack for 11 years but in a place with no sidewalks and choppy road paving, it was unavoidable. Oh the things that man will give a pretty girl for putting up with his inferior penis!

PANTY PAULLA – My enthusiastic pantyboy sent me a big bottle of permethrin (anti-mosquito spray) for my clothes to keep his Princess malaria-free so I can keep up with her need for daring assignments! Of course she sent that accompanied by a pair of purple panties, hehe. Whenever she messes up her skincare routine, I get a Starbucks mocha as an apology, and I’m not-so-secretly hoping she messes up because the coffee here is instant. Eww! Arabica capital of the world and they export all of it. Damn, look at me going off on a coffee tangent…it’s been less than a week and I’m a decaffeinated wreck!

TEASETOY – What a sweetheart! Out of the blue I get books about Africa that I put on my wishlist, and one even came with the bad-ass DEET mosquito repellent I needed. Totally unexpected … *kiss*

CHRONIC WANKER BOY – When he gets all horned up, he can’t stop himself from sending me Amazon Gift Cards of all sizes. So he gets the credit for my sleeping bag, headlamp and quick-dry camping towel.

Sorry you didn’t think of this yourself? It’s okay, I have some odd tastes for a mistress, lol, and there is now an opportunity to have treats waiting for me when I return. The top two things on my main wishlist would be greatly appreciated - just read the comments and you’ll see why. Same goes for my unsexy wishlist (didn’t know I had one, eh?). And of course, I’ve got this backlog of need for Starbucks mocha building as I type this…


 

Combining Kink & New Year’s Resolutions

Phone Sex Mistress Brianna loves coffee gifts!Tis the season for New Year’s Resolutions, and I’ll bet a few of you have wished there was a way to link your kinky tastes with your non-kinky ambitions. If you haven’t, you are now, aren’t you! It’s not always easy for the Little Head and the Big Head to have a productive meeting of the minds, which is why you would open yourself up to a devious domme-mediator like ME.

Cock Control = Life Control

Let’s say you have a goal to go to the gym 4 times a week for an hour. Here’s how I might handle that, depending on what kind of submissive pet you are:

For the masturbation addict who is motivated by reward:  Earn one orgasm for every two times you go to the gym.

For humiliation / coerced bi boys who are motivated by punishment:  Only went three times? Or only broke a sweat for 40 minutes? You get cocksucking corner time to the tune of two minutes for every one minute you avoided the gym.

Reluctant cumeaters:  Whenever you miss a gym session, you will freeze one cum-shot in a baggie and add to it each time. Did you fail to hit the gym five times since our last kinky phone sex call? Then you’ll be gulping down about 2oz of defrosted sperm before you’re allowed to shoot a fresh load.

How would I micro-manage YOU?

With so many fetishes and so many resolutions, the possibilities are endless! However…don’t be surprised if your punishment includes treating me to a cup of coffee – one of my 2012 resolutions is to keep myself consistently caffeinated…hehe.

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