Slayer Erotica- Silver Chains, Leather Crops & Black Cocks

Posted by monique | Male Humiliation and Degradation,Niteflirt Fetish Goddess,The Dyck Slayer | Monday 24 November 2014 1:20 am

As I begin to prepare for the release of my fifth novel (2nd Erotic novel) my creative juices have been flowing tremendously, so I have decided to bless some of you kinky sluts with  few short stories.

Some of you know that I am an author. For those who are my closest slaves, you even know the titles of my work and have been fortunate enough to see me at some of my book signings. But there are some of you who have no idea how wicked I can be when it comes to telling a compelling tale. Some of the stories I will be sharing with you will be based on some truths, some personal experiences that I have had during real time sessions, while most of the stories that I share with you will be strictly from my own twisted, sadistic, kinky imagination. The beauty about fiction is that all Fiction comes from some truth.

The tale that I am going to be sharing with you will be dished out in “parts” Today you will get part one. I will always give a little preview of the erotic tale, but in order for you to make it to the end, you’ll have to pay like all the rest. I’ve already unleashed this tale to some of the good boys who were fortunate enough to survive my cuts this weekend and they are already hooked, waiting for more. I bet some of those naughty sluts were even jerking off as they read. Of course they were!

So below is a snip it of the first tale- “Silver Chains, Leather Crops, and Black Cocks, which will be co-starring my partner in crime Duke, that many of you have heard of, some have had the pleasure of seeing photos of him and his marvelous dick but only a select few have met him during a rel time session as he always comes along as my personal guard. Get your dick wet with this kinky BDSM tale and let the ball busting games… BEGIN

Jinx waited anxiously for my arrival, eager to serve me on his hands and knees. He was stripped down to absolutely nothing but his skin suit adorned with flabby folds of skin, beastly hairs running up and down his meaty legs and covering his 34C cup man titties. He was nowhere near attractive and was aware of his less than appealing physical appearance, fully understanding that the only way he had a chance in hell of being in the presence of a gorgeous woman such as myself was to pay, and pay handsomely.

I stepped up to his door dressed in a short, black leather mini skirt barely covering the tight, roundness of my amble, ebony ass which was chased by a pair of sexy, long shapely legs that went on for days. Though I stand just below 6 ft tall, my 5 inch heels accentuated my tall statute making me appear even more tempting, dominant and sexy. I adjusted the strap to my black leather shoulder bag which held all of the items needed for taming and maming this pathetic, fat bitch and rang the door bell. My guard and sexy black stud stood close behind in part to guard my body but to also feel the electrifying heat escaping my ass and engulfing his crotch. I could faintly feel his erection as he moved in closer. My Black Stud Duke, standing at an intimidating 6 ft 5 inches, had wide shoulders, a broad chest and an almost perfect stomach. Not exactly wash board abs, but sexy enough to take any bitch’s breath away- male or female.

The door opened partially and I crossed my arms over my chest impatiently, wondering what the hell was Jinx doing.

“Um, Fat-Ass, you better open this door and greet me as you should.” I said to him in a commanding tone. He opened the door wider and I could see where he was almost trying to hide his naked, flabby body behind it. “Come from behind the door, Fat-Ass. Don’t play with me.” I snarled at him.

“Yes Mistress,” he stammered before apprehensively coming from behind the door. Duke and I both laughed when we saw his disgusting, pink 3 inch penis struggling to stand at attention. His erection was a joke and Duke and I spared no feelings as we laughed loudly at him.

“Damn, look at that little piece of shit,” Duke chuckled. “Little Fat fuck couldn’t butt fuck a rat.”

I laughed out loud as I pushed the door open and strutted inside with Duke following behind. Jinx closed the door and began walking behind us also when I stopped him.

“You know better, Fat-Ass. On your hands and knees. Crawl to me, bitch, and greet me as you should.” I ordered him.

Jinx dropped down to his hands and knees and crawled over to me. He kissed the toe of my stilleto heel, one after the other and then crawled behind me.

“May I have the honor of kissing your divine ass, Goddess Moniq…” His words were cut off when Duke aggressively put a silver choker around his neck which was attached to a 12 inch leash and then yanked on it. He gagged a tad as though he were choking and then whimpered.

I stuck my hand out with a seductive, yet sadistic grin on my face and Duke handed the leash to me. “Who’s your Goddess, Fat-Ass?” I asked seductively as I pulled him along with me while I made my way to our session chair. His fat, flabby ass dragged along behind me making a panting noise like a dog in heat.

“You are, Mistress…” Jinx replied and he perched himself up on his knees while I climbed onto the chair with my perfect, round ass up in the air.

“How bad do you want to worship this ass, bitch?” I asked him as I looked over my shoulder.

He was breathing deeply as he looked from my plump, juicy ass parked in front of him, back to my face. “Mistress… I’d do anything,” he said breathlessly.

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Let’s Be Clear…

Posted by monique | Ebony Money Mistress,Goddess Update,I'm just saying,Real Time Sessions,The Dyck Slayer | Saturday 22 November 2014 9:16 am

As I go through my inbox in my Niteflirt accounts as well as my customer lists, I have become conscious of the fact that many of you have been laying dormant for quite some time without serving in one form or another. Some of you have not called, some of you have not sent a tribute, some of you have not so much as purchased a daily worship fetish clip. So that brings my question, what the fuck are you here for? This question, by no means, is not for those who consistently show their devotion on a daily basis. This question, by no means, is not for those who have tried to call but was not successful in reaching me as I was either on a call on my private fetish line or was simply too busy to interact with you. This is for those who have been sitting idly by not doing a damn thing for however long its been. I have no time for listless, lazy, wanna-be slaves who sit hoping and praying I toss out a freebie. Some of you cheap bastards have been spoiled by these bubblegum dommes throwing out $2 videos $.50 photos and $1 fetish mp3s and think that is how things are done now. HA! Not on this end. Never has been, and never will be. If you wish to be in my presence, to have your pathetic existence acknowledged by me, you will pay or you can keep it fucking moving. Yes, I am aware that some of you are intimidated by me and are afraid to approach. For you pussies, you can serve in a distant capacity.

I plan to decrease my customer list in the order of who has spent the most, who has been consistent with their servitude and who has been wasting space, oxygen and my fucking time and you dick sucks will be removed expeditiously. I won’t go through the motions of deleting you because that will give you the opportunity to come back and waste more time, more space and more oxygen. I’m just going to simply block your ass.

So this is how I will determine who stays and who hits the fucking bricks. I am sending out a daily worship clip today. It might be new, it might not be. It depends on how I feel as it is my fucking prerogative. I will also post the tribute of the day as well as the opportunity to send an Amazon Gift Certificate of at least $25. You have 3 opportunities to show your devotion. If you don’t/won’t/can’t- no skin off my back. Find yourself a domme who will pacify your ass and keep it moving.

In other news- Recently I have been asked if I will begin Real Time Sessions again. The answer to that, until further notice, is NO! I am a best selling author of four novels and will be releasing a fifth one early 2015. I don’t have the time. I have book tours, book signings, and appearances to make as a guest speaker and I just don’t have the time.

Some of you have also been asking if I will be making new fetish POV clips both custom and non custom. The answer to that question is SOON. Again, I have been very busy and just don’t have time to sit down for that purpose. I may record a few fetish mp3s today and if time allows me to before I head out to do some holiday shopping, maybe I will do a short clip. Maybe…

How can you get me on the phone? Right now it’s hit and miss. Sometimes I am logged in with the intention to take calls. Sometimes I am only logged in because I know there are subs out there who just like to purchase and aren’t really looking to chat. So it is hit or miss. I might answer if I’m not busy, I might not.

Will I be camming? Maybe, maybe not. Again, that is something that you will just have to be patient about.

Have I answered your questions? If not, send me an email on Niteflirt and maybe I will respond… maybe I won’t. Again, it’s my fucking prerogative. Below you will find the worship clip that I mentioned earlier in this post. You will also find a link to send a tribute as well as the option to send an Amazon gift certificate. Do yourself a favor, don’t get caught on my bad side. Smooches, bitches
The Ebony Seductress

Be a good boy and send a $50 tribute
Amazon Gift Certificates can be sent to thedickslayer@yahoo.com

A Moment of Silence for my Mentor “DW”

Posted by monique | Goddess Update,O/T,The Dyck Slayer | Friday 21 November 2014 9:11 pm

I’m totally not surprised that the moment I signed into my yahoo IM, I was bombarded with offline messages from submissives looking to worship me via cam, have custom videos and mp3s made or just wanted to serve at the pleasure of a dominant Ebony Femdom Mistress. I am not camming right now as I just received devastating news from a fellow domme friend of mine. My mentor who introduced me to this life style a little over six years ago when I was young and wet behind the ears (lol) passed from cancer. I was beyond devastated. I felt out of touch as I had no idea this woman whom I admired and was full of life, strength, courage and beauty had been suffering all of this time from cancer! She is the reason why I am “The Dyck Slayer”. I will never forget when we met she looked me up and down and circled me the way a lion would circle its prey. It was a bit nerve wrecking but I did not falter. She said to me, “Darling, you have a commanding presence. I could easily see you as a mistress.” Now, at that age, when I heard the word mistress, I immediately thought “side bitch” (LOL). She explained to me what she meant by that and I was a tad turned off. I first watched her do a “lesson” with other young ladies who were interested in this lifestyle. Seeing her go from the smooth, sultry woman to the dominant, take no shit Femdom GODDESS blew my mind. Watching her awakened the dominant beast in me. I have always been “dominant” so to speak, but it was her that made me tap into that female superiority power and taught me to use it to my advantage. She taught me how to sniff out my prey, how to hone in on the weak even when they wore a mask to present themselves as an alpha male. She is the one who gave me the name The Dick Slayer after going on a real time session with her and we tagged teamed this poor pitiful bitch who was no match for me let alone the two of us. She told me my ability to “slay a dick” with and without laying a finger on a man was like “a precious piece of artwork too valuable for any art gallery”. I will miss my mentor in more ways than I ever thought possible. When I think about it, I understand why she never told me about the cancer. She was never one to let anyone see her down or “off her game”. She did not want me to have to witness her beaten and defeated by this disgusting disease but would rather me remember her for the dominant, powerful force that she was. RIP “DW”. I will miss you my friend… F*CK CANCER!!!

From Hypnosis to Blackmail- The Dyck Slayer Strikes Again

Posted by monique | Blackmail Fetish,Ebony Money Mistress | Monday 17 November 2014 11:50 am

It never ceases to amaze me that no matter how long I am gone, I still have loyal submissives on standby, eagerly awaiting my return so that they may serve me, spoil me, worship me and even suffer abject humiliation. What doesn’t surprise me is the various secret subs lurking in the shadows, admiring me from afar and patiently awaiting for me to acknowledge them so that they may begin serving on a more personal level. Which brings me to my latest conquest, Jeremy… Oops, did I just say his real name…?

Jeremy who went by the name of “Yolo homo” (wowzer) when he messaged me on Yahoo IM told me that he desired to be hypnotized more than anything. He loved being put under a pretty woman’s spell and made to do whatever she wanted him to do. I have to agree with one of my flirty friends that a guy saying he wants to be hypnotized is just his way of doing all of the nefarious, fucked up kinky shit he’s dreamed of but not being held responsible for his actions. I call this behavior Kinkishly Insane.  I had him call me at $5.99/min on Niteflirt and began working my charms on him and before he knew what was happening, he was already under my spell. This weak little bitch was spilling his guts about shit he never imagined telling anyone. I had him zombified, babbling like a horny buffoon, telling me how he used to spy on his step sister and jerk off to fantasies of her fucking him in the ass with a strap-on. Oh Jeremy is indeed a naughty boy. So naughty that he even took pictures of himself engaging in one of his favorite acts of faggotry- sucking cock. My naughty Yolo Homo sent me the pictures to “make me a believer” (idiot LOL) and even gave me his phone number  (732 *** **27)-(beware Jeremy, this shit is about to get real) as well as his address to his quaint little apartment in New Jersey. Before he knew it, I was creating an ad on Back Page with the picture edited in a tasteful way but to let onlookers know exactly what he was doing, while advertising his oral talents. I took a screen shot of the ad and sent it to him letting him know not only will I post the ad if he doesn’t complete his assignment (field trip to his local adult theater/glory hole for more cock sucking adventures) and advertise it on this very blog which has over 3k readers, many of which are in the Tri-State area. The clock is ticking for Yolo Homo. He has 22hrs left.

I swayed away from Blackmail for a bit as I do hate when losers contact me wanting to talk about Blackmail hypothetically. Hypothetically will only last but so long before you begin to annoy the fuck out of me and then I have to dismiss you once I see the only intention you have is wasting my time. I still dabble with the few who are bold enough to take a walk on the wild side and enjoy the cat and mouse games I set up for many of my blackmail pets to keep them in line. Tormenting and torturing little dick souls is so amusing!

Anywho- I am unlocking the doors to my Blackmail Realm and allowing new pets to purchase a blackmail application and submit it to me. I will be available on Niteflirt to talk about other fetish kinks outside of Consensual Blackmail. Call me prepared to serve, on your knees, respectfully understanding your place as my bottom bitch.

The holidays are coming so I am expecting my slaves to get on the ball with money tributes, amazon gift certificates and amazon presents. I will be updating my wishlist this week and I am expecting my boys to spend spend spend like they do every year. Do not disappoint me!

Does the idea of engaging in a consensual blackmail fetish-ship with me heighten your libido? Purchase an application, fill it out in its entirety and send it back. Only the serious need to apply.