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December 11, 2011

Guys often ask me, “What are you into, Nicole?”

Filed under: Fetish, Nicole's "To Do" List, Nicole's Favorite Forum Posts, Services, Tranny Porn Stars, Uncategorized, Websites — Tags: anal sex, B&D, blowjob, cocksucking, cowgirl, giving head, Nicole Dupre, oral sex, ravishment, tranny, www.Nicole-Dupre.com — nikkiD @ 11:20 am

First, I suppose I should just say that I truly love sex. All kinds of sex. I love dominating and role-playing in a wide variety of outrageously decadent scenarios. But as for the basics? I love getting on top of a man’s back after I’ve bound his wrists and ankles, and slamming my cock into his asshole. And while I’m doing this, I love biting his ear lobe and whispering, “Who’s your fucking mama, bitch?” I must confess, that type of thing makes me very happy. But then I also like sitting back with a glass of wine and a good cigar, and having a man suck my big throbbing dick. I could do that for hours.

But when a guy takes me out in public? I’m the most delicate, gentle flower. I would never let on that my man is anything but my MAN. And I mean it 200%. If you want to be my man, you have to act like one.

So give me a shout, fellas. And let’s see who’s man enough to “claim” me.

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May 14, 2010

Tattooed Hypnodomme by Fubar Brass

Filed under: Fiction, Services, Tattoo, Uncategorized — Tags: B&D, blowjob, CBT, fellatio, Fubar Brass, Humiliation, jerking off, loads, nipples, oral sex, shemale, slave, Tattooed Hypnodomme, TG Fiction — nikkiD @ 12:40 am

tattooed hypnodomme

I received this in March of 2010 as an email. – N.D.

… a fantasy inspired by the amazing photographs on your site, the opening minutes of an encounter (and i love that You have Bob Dobbs tattooed near Your left shoulder — so cool)!

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The tattooed Goddess opens the door after hearing his knock — four times, exactly as She had instructed — and lets him enter a few steps. he places a small gift bag on the floor beside him. Walking up behind him, She picks up the bag — chocolates, and a card containing Her tribute. She stands behind him, runs Her fingers through his hair, lettng Her long nails gently tickle his scalp, running them down to just below one of his ears.

A moment later, She wraps something soft but snug being wrapped around his throat — a velvet choker, the cool steel half-rings hanging from its front and back tingling as She locks it around his neck. She ties a blindfold over his eyes and around his head, knowing She is wrapping his eyes in a sensation of velvet, and would be listening to the slow, deliberate click, click of Her heels as She walks around him and attaches a leash to the front ring of the choker. She gives one gentle tug to the leash, and he follows. She leads him into a small room, unclasps the leash, then, moving behind him, removes the blindfold, and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

She brings the bag over to Her favorite chair and decides to indulge herself, removes and opens the box of chocolates, and enjoys one of the beautifully crafted handmade candies. She looks inside the bag, and smiles as She sees he brought the toy She had commanded him to buy.

A few minutes later, She hears him knock twice — again, precisely as instructed. She opens the door to see him standing with his back to Her, wearing the stockings and garter belt She had left in the room with a note saying simply, “Wear these.” She again runs Her nails up and down his back, then replaces the blindfold, clips a pair of dangly rings to his earlobes and slides bangles around his right wrist. She teases his earlobes, making the rings swing back and forth, then walks around to his front, refastens the leash, gesturing again for him to follow Her.

She leads him to the front of same large chair in the main room, to a pillow laying on the floor just in front of it, with enough room in front for Her to stand and be seated comfortably. She stops himwith a single finger to the top of the bridge of his nose, and pulling downward on the leash induces hin th kneel on the pillow.

She walks around and seats herself, then removes the blindfold, letting him see the Goddess in Her overwhelming beauty. She sees his eyes are dazzled by the intricate, vivid tattoos that cover Her torso, small portions concealed by a garter belt attached to sheer stockings and open-toe heels. She sees his eyes locked on Her professionally manicured fingers.

She holds them closer to his eyes, moving them as if She were slowly playing the piano. Her nails, long and done in a dark, shimmering polish, reflect the room light into his eyes as She moved them about.

She slowly moves Her undulating fingers up Her chest to Her nipples, which She begins to tease as She begins to lean a little toward him. She sees he cannot remove his eyes from Her mesmerizing nails, and takes Her right hand from Her hardened nipple, pointing at Her other, impelling him to stare at it. As he watches, She takes one of his hands, raises it to his own breast, and guides one of his finger to circle his own nipple at the same speed with which She keeps hers hard. Removing Her hand, he begins to tease his already hard nipple as She takes his other hand, guiding him to do the same. His eyes remain locked on the nails of Her right hand as he masturbates his tits in Her rhythm.

She moves Her right hand next to the fingers teasing Her breast, gesturing as if casting a spell, his eyes now captured by Her other hand, which moves toward Her dark, gypsy-like eyes, now gazing at his, drawing Her new slave deeper under Her spell. She cocks Her head to one side, moving the trance-inducing hand toward his eyes, inches from them. After a few seconds, She lays a finger on the center of his lower lip, rubbing a slow cirle around his mouth as She opens hers, stopping the circle She has drawn on his lips at the center of the lower one, pressing down gently. She watches his mouth open in imitation of his Goddess, his eyes staring into hers, his body completely under Her control. She contemplates the hypnotized ultrasubmissive’s lips, and considers the possibility of painting them to help train him to give Her perfect head…

… a fantasy inspired by the amazing photographs on your site, the opening minutes of an encounter (and i love that You have Bob Dobbs tattooed near Your left shoulder — so cool)!

—————————-

The tattooed Goddess opens the door after hearing his knock — four times, exactly as She had instructed — and lets him enter a few steps. he places a small gift bag on the floor beside him. Walking up behind him, She picks up the bag — chocolates, and a card containing Her tribute. She stands behind him, runs Her fingers through his hair, lettng Her long nails gently tickle his scalp, running them down to just below one of his ears.

A moment later, She wraps something soft but snug being wrapped around his throat — a velvet choker, the cool steel half-rings hanging from its front and back tingling as She locks it around his neck. She ties a blindfold over his eyes and around his head, knowing She is wrapping his eyes in a sensation of velvet, and would be listening to the slow, deliberate click, click of Her heels as She walks around him and attaches a leash to the front ring of the choker. She gives one gentle tug to the leash, and he follows. She leads him into a small room, unclasps the leash, then, moving behind him, removes the blindfold, and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

She brings the bag over to Her favorite chair and decides to indulge herself, removes and opens the box of chocolates, and enjoys one of the beautifully crafted handmade candies. She looks inside the bag, and smiles as She sees he brought the toy She had commanded him to buy.

A few minutes later, She hears him knock twice — again, precisely as instructed. She opens the door to see him standing with his back to Her, wearing the stockings and garter belt She had left in the room with a note saying simply, “Wear these.” She again runs Her nails up and down his back, then replaces the blindfold, clips a pair of dangly rings to his earlobes and slides bangles around his right wrist. She teases his earlobes, making the rings swing back and forth, then walks around to his front, refastens the leash, gesturing again for him to follow Her.

She leads him to the front of same large chair in the main room, to a pillow laying on the floor just in front of it, with enough room in front for Her to stand and be seated comfortably. She stops himwith a single finger to the top of the bridge of his nose, and pulling downward on the leash induces hin th kneel on the pillow.

She walks around and seats herself, then removes the blindfold, letting him see the Goddess in Her overwhelming beauty. She sees his eyes are dazzled by the intricate, vivid tattoos that cover Her torso, small portions concealed by a garter belt attached to sheer stockings and open-toe heels. She sees his eyes locked on Her professionally manicured fingers.

She holds them closer to his eyes, moving them as if She were slowly playing the piano. Her nails, long and done in a dark, shimmering polish, reflect the room light into his eyes as She moved them about.

She slowly moves Her undulating fingers up Her chest to Her nipples, which She begins to tease as She begins to lean a little toward him. She sees he cannot remove his eyes from Her mesmerizing nails, and takes Her right hand from Her hardened nipple, pointing at Her other, impelling him to stare at it. As he watches, She takes one of his hands, raises it to his own breast, and guides one of his finger to circle his own nipple at the same speed with which She keeps hers hard. Removing Her hand, he begins to tease his already hard nipple as She takes his other hand, guiding him to do the same. His eyes remain locked on the nails of Her right hand as he masturbates his tits in Her rhythm.

She moves Her right hand next to the fingers teasing Her breast, gesturing as if casting a spell, his eyes now captured by Her other hand, which moves toward Her dark, gypsy-like eyes, now gazing at his, drawing Her new slave deeper under Her spell. She cocks Her head to one side, moving the trance-inducing hand toward his eyes, inches from them. After a few seconds, She lays a finger on the center of his lower lip, rubbing a slow cirle around his mouth as She opens hers, stopping the circle She has drawn on his lips at the center of the lower one, pressing down gently. She watches his mouth open in imitation of his Goddess, his eyes staring into hers, his body completely under Her control. She contemplates the hypnotized ultrasubmissive’s lips, and considers the possibility of painting them to help train him to give Her perfect head…

Tattooed Hypnodomme

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May 5, 2010

This Week’s Update: Cleaning Filth, Yet Being Filthy

Filed under: Nicole's "To Do" List, Services, Uncategorized, Websites, http://nicole-dupre.com/ — Tags: B&D, loads, Nicole Dupre, Nikki, www.Nicole-Dupre.com — Nikki Dupre @ 5:59 pm

Let’s face facts. I’m a filthy whore; a slut and a skank. I can’t even do something as simple as dust the living room without slurping on all kinds of things, and shoving stuff into my various orifices. What are we going to do with me? Huh? ‘Oh, dear. Oh, dear’ Yes, I’m a pervert. A filthy shemale degenerate with no shame, and a little puttanaza who’s obsessed with sex. Well, sue me – because, when I’m done cleaning house, you’ll be able to eat off the damn floor. And who knows? Maybe I’ll MAKE YOU eat actually eat… ’stuff’ off of the floor! I’m kinda twisted and sadistic that way. Now put your nose to the terrazzo and lick my 5″ heels, motherfucker!

Slurp

Cleaning Filth, and Being Filthy

Cleaning Crew Slut

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December 17, 2009

“Sono una puttana!” The Eros TVTS / Shemale Escort Guide

Filed under: Services, Tour Dates — Tags: Eros, escort, Nicole Dupre — Nikki Dupre @ 10:28 am

After all the Craigslist trouble earlier this year, involving the unfortunate murder of a provider, and pressure they’d received from officials in several states; there seemed to be some doubt as to where gentlemen might locate their shemale escorts online. Now I have to tell you, Craigslist had worked out relatively well on my end of the equation over a 3 year period, minus all the false flagging that went on. Sure. It attracts a more casual and less refined crowd over all, but that’s where my sharp screening skills come in I suppose. But, truth be told, good ol’ Eros never brought anywhere near the abundance of jerk off artists that Craigslist did; not even close. You girls know who I mean; the guys who call simply to hear your voice, and keep you on the phone as they pound their puds ie. free “phone sex”? lol Eros somehow also minimizes the amount of offensive hagglers, teenage boys, rapists, and murderers that the CL seems to be so good at attracting. In addition, CL decided to screw the provider (no pun intended) by trying to turn recent public pressures into profits. In other words, those lame biotches actually started charging us for the CL “experience”, in addition to adding some very strict posting guidelines! Well, no mas for moi. I stopped wasting my efforts with the CL last spring, and never looked back. Because in the interim, lo and behold, Eros got their shit together! The Eros advertising process finally got with the millennium, and restructured things to be far more user friendly for us bitches who have been buttering their bread for so long. In addition, I think the gentlemen browsing the bodacious beauties got smart and, right along with us, dumped the CL . After all, how much worse can the association be than to get potentially lumped in with a dirtbag the media donned the “Craigslist Killer“? It should go without saying that if their wives or girlfriends catch wind of their significant other’s CL solo surfing, it might paint them as a potential psycho-killer. And who the hell would want to walk away from a break up with that kind of reputation?

Long story, short? For now anyway, Eros remains at the top of the online escort advertising food chain, and it’s “C’ya” to the CL…

Oh! Excuse me, people, but I’ve gotta run! My phone is ring-toning!

Nicole Dupre

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December 9, 2009

My Cock

Filed under: Services — Tags: B&D, CB6000, CBT, Charles, chastity, Humiliation, Mistress, Nicole Dupre, slave — Nikki Dupre @ 10:51 am

I have a cock. But I bet those of you out there, who are smug assholes, already think you know what I’m talking about so far, don’t you? It’s something along the lines of, “Tee hee! Of course you have a cock, Nicole! You’re Nicole Dupre, the famous M2F erotic model. You’re a “shemale”! What’s a shemale without her cock? Tee hee!”… Uh huh. No shit, Sherlock. And what the fuck did you think the point would be of Me writing a whole blog just to remind you of that little piece of trivia? Nice try, but “no”. What I meant was, I have ANOTHER cock. And, specifically, I was referring to My new slave, Charles.

Paperwork for Charles

Charles used to have his own cock . He peed with it, washed it, and he far too often even played with it. Well, 2 out of 3 isn’t so bad, right? Eh? Because the fact of the matter is, he’ll only be playing with that tiresome little pud if and when I say he can. Because right now Charles’ cock is actually MY cock. I own it. I always will own it. And if, and only “if”, I feel like it maybe… MAYBE I’ll release it. But at this point, that particular little event is looking pretty doubtful. Right now I feel like abusing Charles. In fact, right now that worthless pud which he once called his own is sitting in a CB6000, from A. L. Enterprises, Inc.

I have no idea when or where I may decide to grant Charles a little freedom. It could be when I stop typing, or it could be years from now. It all depends on My mood. But stay tuned, and if anything changes I’ll gladly humiliate him for all to witness, right here on My Blog.

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December 8, 2009

Nicole Dupre’s BLOWJOBS

Filed under: Nicole's "To Do" List, Services, Uncategorized — Tags: blowjob, cocksucking, fellatio, giving head, holidays, loads, Nicole Dupre, Nikki, oral sex — Nikki Dupre @ 8:36 am

As anyone who knows me well knows, I fucking LOVE LOVE LOVE oral sex. Yes indeed, I do love receiving head but, man-oh-Manishevitz, I sure do love giving it too. Yesterday was a perfect example. I’m in my hotel room on East 30th St, and the phone rings. A gentleman by the name of Andrew calls and says he wants to come over and give me top-notch fellatio, and swears that I will think he was the best ever. Well, truth be told, the best oral I’ve ever received was from another pre-op transsexual. But that’s another story for another blog, and I’ll get around to sharing that one too eventually. But here’s what happened yesterday with Andrew. Btw, pay no mind to the part where I told him to get out. I was just kidding. Five minutes later, I felt the need to suck some cock, and told him to take his clothes off again, and kick back on the king size bed. Here’s most of what I said…

RECEIVING:

Start by licking the head… There you go. Good boy.

Now, start sucking it about half way, and do nice things with your tongue. Atta’ boy. Very nice.

Now go down, all the way, until you get to the base of my shaft… Stop! Stop right there… Just stay there for a moment, and look up into my eyes…

“I love you” too, my dear.

Ok. Get a nice motion going, sweetheart… There you go. Make it feel like I’m fucking your mouth…. YES!!!

Now… suck it until it explodes with cum in the back of your throat.

Very nice. That was wooooonderful.

Ok. Now get the fuck out of here. I’ve got shit to do.

Thanks.

Ok. Now, as I said, I couldn’t let the guy walk away without a little payback. I mean, I can be a cunt, but i’m not a heartless cunt. So here’s how it went when I got Andy back in the sack…

GIVING:

Daddy, just lie back.

You know your girl wants to make you feel good. I’m sorry I was so mean a little earlier. Please, my darling. Allow me to make it up to you? Please?

Let me see if I can find a way… In fact, I think I have an idea!

Well, what do we have here?!?

Wow… You have a beautiful cock. Have I ever told you that?

“Always”? lol… I know. lol I can be so silly. My friends all tell me that I talk too much, and that I have what you’d call an… oral compulsion. I talk too much, and sometimes I smoke too much too.

But, daddy. Let me show you what else I can do with my mouth. I think you’ll like it better than the talking or the smoking.

I’m going to put my tongue on the head of that cock. Ok? I’ll be gentle. Promise…

You liked that? lol I’m glad. But I want that cock inside of my mouth, ok? Let me start by just putting in up to right below the head…

There. Felt nice, right? Ok. Again, but this time I want to massage it right below the head with my tongue. Tell me if it feels good like that…

lol Wow. You liked that little massage, I see. Huh? I’m glad. Now I’m going to go further, all the way the the base, and just let it sit there. But then I’m gonna slowly go back up with lots of suction, and wait until I feel it throb inside my mouth. And when I get half way up? I’m gonna go up and down on it. Every time, it will touch the back of my throat, and when I get back up to the upper neck, my tongue is gonna go kinda crazy…

Wow!!! You really liked that, I see. lol How about I do that again and again, until you’re ready to explode?…

Yay!!! Good for you, daddy! That sure is a lot of hot white cum you shot!

Thank you daddy… I love to make you feel good, because I love you so much.

Well, there you have it, folks. I suppose in keeping with holiday season, the lesson to be learned here may just well be that “It is far better to give than to receive”? I dunno. Personally, I really big on BOTH! lol

God bless us, everyone!

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October 20, 2009

Don’t You Worry, Sweetheart. It Will Be Our Little Secret.

Filed under: Services — Tags: anal sex, B&D, Humiliation, Mistress, Nicole Dupre, Nikki, rape fantasy, ravishment — nikkiD @ 6:42 pm

For whatever reason it seems I’m one of those trannys who, when you finally meet me, you feel comfortable enough with to try something completely new and different. Maybe it’s because I’m a good listener. And once I know where the common ground lies, what parameters we can agree upon, and what the stakes are; it’s ‘all systems go’ on my end. Case in point? RAPE. / But wait a second. Before you start letting your mind take a nose dive into the gutter over that dreadful little four-letter word, I want to clarify that I’m talking pure fantasy here, folks. I run a tight ship, and anything that happens between two ore more consenting adults in my world leaves no room for victimization. With that understatement out of the way, let’s get down to brass tacks. / When a women plays the submissive role in such wild psychodrama, they generally refer to it as “ravishment“. Has Nicole Dupre ever played that particular role? Ummm, ‘been there, done that, was slipped some ruffies, can’t remember’. But when you gentlemen indulge in such kinkiness, it’s rather bluntly called a rape fantasy. And to date, so many of you have allowed me to unlock “Pandora’s Box” that I must admit to being rather flattered and honored. Truth be told, I love-love-love to make reserved and not-so-reserved gents squirm and sweat. And, not to blow my own trombone but, I’m extremely good at it too. When I have you face down? With my hand firmly gripped on your neck? lol Well… lol… my lips tremble just a little with glee for a fraction of second. It’s not that I don’t already know I’m the alpha shemale who your mothers warned you about. But when the realization hits you that you’ve been caught in my hypnotic web, I get rock-hard with sheer predatory lust. Face down and pressed against the floor, you are mine. And I almost… lol… almost… lol… I almost want to warn you that it’s going to happen in a second or two. But I don’t. I just can’t. Because I know it’s what you need, my love. And it may hurt a little. But that’s always how strong medicine is. Isn’t it, dear? A bit unpleasant on the way down? But that’s how Mother cures you of what ills you. And you will thank me, and even cry a tad, for just a little MORE.

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