Post-X Factor Rantings.

Am I the only one who thinks the X Factor is just one big con? Why is it, that week in week out, those bloody twins manage to stay safe. Surely not every member of the public is deluded enough to vote for this obnoxious, talentless duo?

And then Simon Cowell further rubs salt in the wounds by “letting the public decide” and keeping them in. What on earth were you thinking Simon? You had the perfect opportunity to be rid of them! Sort it out you numpty!

Can these two really win The X Factor? We hope not!

Newspapers across the country have spouted that these two idiots stand a chance of winning. If that is the case, then that is exactly what is wrong with the music industry these days.

Having said that though, after this weekends abomination, I’m more inclined to think it’s less of a talent contest and more of a soap opera. And should it continue, I for one, will definitely be turning off. Aside from the farce, I cannot stand any more of this gruesome twosome!

Misuse of Guestbook.

Dear All

 

It would seem that some readers think it is quite alright to use my guestbook as a forum. It isn’t.

The guestbook is for you to leave comments about my site as well as ask me any questions you may have.

 

IT IS NOT TO ASK ABOUT SEX SHOPS OR TO SPAM LINKS!

 

Period.

Taming the Untamed.

Slave G can’t get enough of my heels. He loves to hear them clomping on the floor as I slowly walk around him. It drives him wild every time and he always admits that his cock has a mind of it’s own and that it gets hard with each one of my steps.

Of course, I don’t allow him to get hard without my express permission. A cock that does that is a selfish and untamed cock and I simply don’t tolerate it.

So, my spikey heels soon become the objects of his suffering as they find their way onto his helmet, squashing his disgusting cock against the floor. And if that doesn’t work, one of my heels is shoved up his arse, for him to lick clean afterwards.

Brutality and degradation are the ONLY ways to tame a brattish cock. It quickly learns who is in control and it’s not the person it’s attached to!

Killer Heels are a must!

If there’s one thing my slaves love, it’s the sound of my heels clomping on the floor as they imagine me slowly walking around them. They love to kneel, naked, and fine-tune their hearing for those unmistakable menacing steps  of me circling my prey. Each time my heel hits the floor, their cocks throb more insistently, until they are literally begging to be allowed to worship those beautiful sexy heels.

I enjoy it too. I’ve always had a fondness for killer heels, the higher the better. I can seldom walk past a shoe shop without going in and purchasing a pair. I live for shoes. I live for sexy shoes. I’m at my sexiest, most alluring, most dangerous in my sexy heels. I prowl like a cat, enjoying the way they make my legs feel, the way they sound as I walk and the euphoria it gives me to have a slave worshipping them.

I guess you could say, because of this, I have a shoe fetish. Not in the sense that I want to lick and kiss heels. Oh no. That’s not my job. That little task is reserved for those who are worthy. But it doesn’t matter how depressed or down I feel. As soon as I put on a pair of heels, my mood is instantly lifted and the sexual creature comes out to play.

Christmas Wishlist

Get those wallets out, bash that plastic, and SPOIL ME! Lots of lovely things I want and deserve and why the fuck should I buy them, when you can buy them for me?!

Mistress Cristal’s Christmas Wish List.

Christmas is a-coming! You know what that means!

I don’t know about anybody else, but I’m really feeling the cold lately. I was outside today and was absolutely freezing. Autumn is certainly here.

I do like this time of year though. The beautiful colours, the crispness of the air, the wonderful smells. I love Halloween and Bonfire Night – mmmm toffee apples, Yorkshire Parkin, Bonfire Toffee and hotdogs. All washed down with a warming mug of bovril! Nice!

And then of course, with Christmas around the corner, there is all that shopping to do. Which leads me to my next announcement:

I will shortly be posting a Christmas wishlist. Yes, I know it’s only October, but you miserable pay pigs need to start working hard to pay for my gifts! And as you know, I deserve plenty!

I’ve worked hard all year, keeping you entertained with my dominant life, not to mention the sessions I’ve provided some of you. I think it’s only right you should amply reward me for my efforts.

So, start saving ready to start spending! I deserve to be spoiled and I WILL be spoiled!

Slave M suffers for his betrayal!

Slave M bit off quite a bit more than he could chew in a recent visit to a real-time Mistress.

Mistress Katya enjoys playing on the dark side and will push your limits. And slave M found this to his cause.  While he enjoyed the power of having such a strict Mistress in charge of him, there were elements he found to a little too much.

Like the way his balls were so constricted he felt sick and had stomach ache. Or the claustraphobia he experienced whilst in the vac bed.

One thing he did enjoy however, was the administration of poppers into a gas mask. He does like poppers, particularly if he’s about to take something large up his arse. Like a fist for example.

He did expect me to feel sorry for him, when he gave me an account of this session.  No way. He went into that session with his eyes open, and knew what he was getting himself into. Besides, it’ll teach him to serve another Mistress behind my back, won’t it?

Apologies for the lack of blogging!

Dear Readers

You will have noticed it has been very quite on this blog of late. I have been ill with the dreaded cold as well as running around, trying to catch up with everything I’ve missed as a result of being ill! Talk about painting the forth road bridge!

Rest assured, there will be a new blog entry in the next few days. In meantime, I thank you for your continued support.

Mistress Cristal

NEW BOOKING SYSTEM AND SERVICES.

From today, you can book an im session with me, without having to pay the booking request fee. You simply select the block of time you require, pay for it, and we agree a date and time.

You must, however, ensure I am showing as available before you book.

I am now also offering phone chats.

Again, you pay for the block of time you would like, we agree a date and time of your session and I will then send you the number to call me on.

As the Meerkat would say – simples!

Oh, I love the smell of blackmail on a Sunday!

My latest wallet worm, who shall remain nameless and locationless unless and until he comes up with the goods I ordered, will shortly be bashing the plastic as well as his cock, for yours truly.

You see, when it comes to blackmail, I’m in my element. I know his surname, where he lives, his place of work and the fact he has a dirty little secret.

And I do have a tendency to be a bit of a blabber-mouth when it comes to dirty little secrets. I just can’t help myself – unless I’m spoiled rotten that is.

So, my little wanker, start spending. The clock is ticking. Remember, you have until 9am tomorrow to part with the readies, or I’ll be making that very interesting phone call to your place of work – and yes, I do have the number!