August 29, 2010

PLAY MY GAME – Interactive BEATDOWN!


You are cordially invited to an interactive beatdown – dates – sep 13-18 2010 in Pittsburgh and the nations Capital, between Ms. Mira Stern and Beltway Bitch. A visit to the GIFT REGISTRY or a niteflirt-payable TICKET PURCHASE is required to maximize your participation, but anyone can participate! (you may also pay with greendot codes if you wish)

What is an interactive beatdown you ask?

HOW IT WORKS:

Anyone can make a suggestion for things I should do to Beltway Bitch. It’s all good – whether you want to see him dancing like the sugar plum fairy on the capital lawn again or my knee in his groin, or a paddle to his ass till he cries – just go for it in the comments on my blog, email me, niteflirt mail me, DM me on twitter, whatevs.

Suggestions I deem unsafe, lame, in-your-dreams, or in violation of terms of service of Niteflirt content, will be rejected. Suggestions I deem FULL OF WIN are to be implemented and filmed. Those who made these awesome suggestions will get the clips that I film from them for FREE. So it’s a competition thingie. If you’re a Domme you can totally play too if you want – I’ll fly your banner and do some blog posts of your awesomeness if your idea rocks – I don’t get crazy ass traffic, but it’s not terrible either.

But that’s not the only way to win! If you are a ticket holder, or if you visit the GIFT REGISTRY and buy an item ($75 or more) to use on him, you will also be entitled the clips and some exclusive media – stills, mini clips, custom virtual thank you cards from Beltway, the IM id for any BEATDOWN CAM that might happen (depending on secure connections and travel locales)

The only items on the registry that I do not want for this purpose are things that go in my golden portal of perfection (ha) – that’s for Stud, not dumbass here, duh.  Everything else on the list is game.

The inspiration for this game is largely my disinterest in hauling 50 pounds of gear Eastward yet again, so the more gear I get the more interesting this will be. It’s also that I’m feeling playful and extroverted – act while this madness lasts.

So, gather round, get into your moblike chest pounding lord of the flies mode and let the BEATDOWN begin!

TICKET HOLDERS:

Please be aware that you are funding gear and extras pertaining to the trip and beatdown, and you will get your media AFTER I am back in the Midwest, the week of the 26th.

August 2, 2010

More for me! Something for you.

Beltway Bitch is forking over 1K for my trip East this September. I guess that merits spending enough time with him to kick him in the nuts, which he hates. We’re also planning some political theater idiocy for him at our nations landmarks, which should be a total blast – if there’s anything the angry left Dommes among us would like to see, do give me a request and I’ll see if I can make it happen.

I realize not everyone is that dedicated – yet! So to make giving easier – I’m developing some DIVINE wishlists at my favorite stores. I’ve been very resistant to wishlists in the past – I don’t like running around and I don’t like online shopping nearly as much as your average vapid twit with no life, but I’m on a sudden consumerist kick.  You’ll be able to humor me, and I’ll be posting highlighting each new wishlist in succession as I make them.

Now, because my generosity is really something else – a video teaser I just made for the site. Yes, my soles are fucking FILTHY in this clip. Some of you love that kind of thing, and for those who don’t – lick it anyway, fuckstick!

October 9, 2009

Humiliation ON THE CAPITAL LAWN – muthafuckas!

This is one of those things that materialized offhandedly. I’m not even sure exactly of the moment it went though my head, but it was one of those phone calls in the evening with Beltway Bitch, my most loyal and most trusted of piggies.

We were stuck on progressive politics and the stupid state of the world, as usually happens, and I think I was in the middle of saying “this Joe Wilson thing is just the most distracting pile of horseshit.”

Well, distracting pile of horseshit it may be. However, maybe it was the crisp fall air, maybe it was the gentle seasonal change in DC, but I had this vision.

The vision was of the lawn in front of the Capital. And on that lawn, there would be an asshole. A little asshole putting himself on display. It wouldn’t frighten the public, because – well let’s face it, ANYTHING can be agitprop if you put it on the capital lawn, just another weirdo making a point.

Why not? Why not another weirdo making a point, degrading himself AND making an ass of himself because The Debaser gets whatever she wants? And what she wants is a monkey so sublimely trained that it will publicly shame and whore itself in the most public, civic, open environments.

The angry left is a moneydomme. And she is coming for you.

I bet this made a few closet queer GOP sons of bitches hard, in the process. Sure, why not. Thank me on the phones, you degenerates, I know you wanted a piece of THIS. Mmmm mmm. (hairball)

The shirt is special – I made Beltway go and make it up at a mall kiosk with a live person working there. Apparently this person was a nice black girl whose brow was justifiably knit until it was explained that actually Beltway thinks Joe Wilson is a douche and that he was the one who was going to be wearing the shirt as an anti-Wilson gesture. Whereupon she started laughing and laughing and said “just make sure no one beats your ass up.” How awesome is that, bringing comedy and smiles to a woman I will never meet, using one stupid boomer bitch as my conduit?

Now, as pathetic and as lame as Beltway may be, he is a veritable LORD AND MASTER compared to the little pantywaist pussybitches who will never be more than a paycheck and a trembling little voice on the phone. THIS is what it would be like to serve me. THIS is the kind of thing you are expected to do – in a rote and unquestioning fashion. Debase yourself for me even on the lawn of the Nation’s Capital if I demand it.

It’s very easy to find a little asshole who will dance for me in panties on cam in his locked home office. Wow, that’s just SO pervy of you. Not. I simply get more, deserve more, and require more than whoever you are used to serving. I require your total humiliation in the civic sphere.

Let’s get an even better look at that shirt, it’s a winner!

Doesn’t that just make you want to give me a high five?