Oh, the fuck it is!!! A penis is not a human being or a gender. I don’t care if you want to sit on a fire hydrant, or if you eat corndogs and smoke cigars. Oral and anal pleasure have nothing to do with gender. If you suck my dick and I close my eyes, I can think about anyone. If I bend you over, blindfolded, and pound your asshole with my cock, I could be anyone. That’s not the point. The real question is ‘who are you attracted to’. When you walk down the street, do you get excited when you see an attractive woman or an attractive man? May I remind you closeted wussies that people keep their genitals covered in public, and that other human beings register in our minds as either female or male? Regardless of whatever fantasies you may whip up in your head about another person, you can’t escape the gender they’re projecting. If your wife or girlfriend fucks you in the ass with a strap-on, you were still fucked by a woman. Your asshole has no say in the matter. You do understand that, don’t you?

Or is this about you being insecure? That’s what it is. Isn’t it? You self-centered fucking prick! You’re afraid someone will call you “gay”. Aren’t you?!? Well, this is exactly why I humiliate and abuse many of you submissives within inches of your pathetic, insignificant lives! You are aren’t worthy of kissing my shiny, spike-heeled boots!!!

]]> http://www.nikki-dupre.com/nicoles-to-do-list/kiss-my-highheeled-boots/feed/ 0 http://www.nikki-dupre.com/uncategorized/head/ http://www.nikki-dupre.com/uncategorized/head/#comments Tue, 20 Dec 2011 05:07:35 +0000 nikkiD http://www.nikki-dupre.com/?p=1548 Watch this until you are completely consumed with masturbatory fantasies about me and realize that you have no choice but to go to Nicole-Dupre-com and join. Then, lock the door and start rubbing your cock. Think about reaching out your hand and placing it on my breast. At that point, I’ll be rubbing your dick, and I’ll start kissing your lips. My other hand will be rubbing your chest. Then I’ll lower my head and start kissing the tip of your cock. I’ll place your hand on my cock, and let you feel it throb as you stroke it. And as you do I’ll start slipping your own cock into my mouth. I’ll begin massaging it with my tongue, and start sucking harder. Eventually it will go all the way down my throat, in and out, making my mascara run just a little. And then, just when you think you’re about to cum, I’m going to back off and lift my head up to kiss your lips, and guide your head towards my tits. Suck on my tits and lick my nipples. I taste so good. Now slide your tongue all the way down my belly and start sucking my cock. It’s nice and hard, and throbbing with ecstasy. You understand now why I want you to look ay my site, don’t you baby? I’m in YOUR HEAD now. I’m your dream tranny. I’ll make love with you when you’re good to me and, when you’ve been oh-so naughty, I’ll punish you just as passionately. Be honest. Have you been naughty?

Watch this video, lover, and think about me. And then take a look at my site. You’ll see. You’ll see what your girl, Nikki, has in mind. XOXO

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.

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…

Tattooed Hypnodomme

But, truth be told, the tables were turned.  I was taught a serious and painful lesson up there in Boston.  And, this time, I was the weak one, submitting to whatever sadistic pleasures that this… this… SHE-DEVIL, Tara Emory, had in store for me! We were supposed to… lol… yes… “supposed” to get together for a friendly little chat. I was visiting the Ecstatic 1 himself up in the Boston area that weekend, and she and I agreed to discuss doing some work together. I simply thought, ‘Ok. That’s basic enough. I’ll take this innocent redheaded TS over my knee, and spank the sass right out of her until she pleads for mercy’. But nooooooooooooo! Not that day, because I was immediately mesmerized by her charming demeanor, and intoxicated by her sultry grace. And, before you know it, she was walking me on a leash like fucking poodle through her dungeon! The humiliation was sinful and scathing. I was a mere plaything, in the hands of this Cruella deVille with a she-cock. She put me in a stockade. She chained me up. She smacked my big 40D shemale tatties with whatever she found handy. She fucked me missionary. She fucked me doggie. And I… begged… for more. I even agreed to see her again, although I know full-well that the likelihood of this debauchery happening again is all too real. But… I want it. God help me, I want her to hurt me! I definitely need Mistress Tara to hurt and punish me. I’ve been a royal cunt, I deserve no mercy. I see that clearly now.

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.