Here’s a tip from Ernest Borgnine on longevity.

Here’s the deal: Niteflirt has decided to completely redo www.niteflirt.com from the bottom up. The interface will stay mostly the same, at least for now, though there will be (besides bugs) some features that are conspicuously absent.

The issue is that www.niteflirt.com is no longer the Niteflirt URL you need to go to log in. The URL you need to go to is beta.niteflirt.com.

Last week when Niteflirt customer service told us we could take calls but Niteflirt wasn’t going to tell customers about the site, a few girls who had (more or less against the rules) collected emails and chatID’s for their customers managed to contact them and get them onto the site. For the rest of us, Niteflirt management told us we could invite select Niteflirt customers onto the site.

Without contact information, there was no way to reach our favorite Niteflirt customers. Niteflirt email no longer forwards text to outside recipients, so there was no way to get the URL to them.

So what could I do? I posted this info in several blogs. Then today I changed my Niteflirt membername to “Try beta dot niteflirt dot com”, so anyone who read the subject title would have a chance of finding the new Niteflirt site.

And I had an occasional Niteflirt customer who found the blog post by searching on my Niteflirt membername, who also was able to tell me during a call that he got the email!

We talked… well okay, he’s always a fun call. He puts on a Russian accent and we talk about him training for the stroking Olympics. We talked about all the different events he would have to train for.

Okay, now you can call me. KTHXBAI. Its busy, so skip the button and just go to beta.niteflirt.com and click one of those callbuttons right there on that homepage. Yup, that means you!

Talk to you soon.

Here’s a cute little video to get you in the mood.

So now you know. So if it ever comes up, buy the heavy black ones, the ones that aren’t so shiny.

Aw, c’mon. You know you wanted a closeup.

So these two have become addicted to the sound of my voice, and called many times, enriching me, but at the same time keeping me from getting much sleep.

Niteflirt is a funny place. When a girl does a lot of transactions, her position gets bumped up so she is more visible, which means that, at least for a while, she ends up getting calls from customers who have never seen her before. This passes, and she will start to normalize again.

So besides these guys, I’ve been having some fucking weird callers lately. One guy called for a 2 minute castration. You don’t get more self-destructive than that. Seriously, I only had time to pull out one of his testicles. We were cut off before I could finish the job and sew him up. I would, of course have removed the extra loose skin of his scrotum. Who needs a ballsack when he has no balls? I wonder if he visited a virtual emergency ward to take care of the problem…

Another caller wanted to know what the room behind my examining room was. He asked if I took the naughty boys there, and I said yes.

He wasn’t helping me at all with where he wanted the fantasy to go, and I was damned tired. It was like 4:00 am. Then he asked me what I did with the naughty boys, I told him I cut off their balls. I guess that wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

Oops.

It just goes to show you how gullible people can be. And we here at the Gold Star Academy of Discipline are ready to exploit that gullibility. By the time that our males are ready to be released again, they will be so convinced that they cannot live without being controlled by a woman that, well, they will have no choice but to follow her orders for the rest of their lives.

Obviously, we can’t have that.

Therefore, we constructed a special room where this instruction could take place, known as the school Masturbatorium. It is a circular shingled building built next to the Nurse’s office, connected by a walkway to the side entrance of the main building, with a entrance directly through the Nurse’s examining room.

As you walk up, you notice that there are no windows on the outside. We find that being able to look out windows makes it difficult for our males to concentrate. There are, however some narrow panels under the eaves that permit light to enter during the day. This allows us to save energy. Why use electricity for light for something like that?

When you go in through the front entrance, you step into the font hallway. Walk around the barrier and you find yourself in the gallery, where our ladies can go to observe their males taking instruction on the floor. The narrow gallery goes all the way around the floor, rather like a row of seats around an ice arena. Viewers can sit in the comfortable upholstered seating or lean against the railing inobtrusively in the shadows. The males have no way to tell who or how many are watching.

The high ceiling goes to a peak overhead, and there are lights hanging from it.

The interior walls and ceiling are redwood-stained, cozy in the gallery, but impersonal from the rubber-matted floor where the boys kneel during instruction. The floor is 50′ in diameter, so needless to say, we are able to handle all the males we need to be able to fit into the sessions.

Toward the back of the room, through the gallery, are entrances to the washroom, where of course the males wash up afterwards, and the milking room where special needs masturbators are taken care of on a schedule. Inside is a row of tables, each with its own programmable milking machine, of my own design, naturally. We do not even need to unlock their chastity devices when they come in for a session.

So you see our facilities are unequaled. It is only right that we should have the best-designed and outfitted masturbatorium of any femdom academy of academic discipline in the entire country.

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