Who should we shoot?

Put this address into your “bar”, scroll down until you see bright yellow squares and the arrows pointing to the “FIELD GUIDE TO IRAQ”

http://cagle.msnbc.com/news/blog/

What do I have in common with a meteorologist?

(groan if you must!)

We both are a bit too preocupied with two questions.

“How many inches”

“How long wtill it last?”

Wankers in the wee hours

I woke this morning to my phone ringing…incessantly. I thought I had turned it off before I tucked my self into bed. Guess NOT!

At least the first caller of the day was literate and well spoken. I just purchased a couple of ad in alternative news weeklies, to try something different. First mistake…Putting ELIZABETH DOUBLE D in the header.

It works out ok on the Internet as most of you read a bit before making the decision to call.

I can just see the wankers with their eyes bugging out and their cocks bulging.” BIG TITTIES!!!!!!! Who doesn’t like big titties??????” and so they call, “WASUP?” That greeting elicits a hangup faster than you can ask “What color are your panties”

So I called and had the header changed to Aural Erotica. Hopefully that will not grab their attention nd weed out at least a few of the wankers.

I love wankers, well spoken wankers.

Tease and Denial of Carlo the incarcerated Sissy boy Part V

Carlo has managed to get off the bad boy list, could be something to do with the check he sent me for Christmas. He can behave like such a BIG FAT ZERO at times but if he adds enough of them to his check I will let him call me for a little playtime and diversion. He has a pretty good sense of humor and I can tease him about being a bad boy who doesn’t know how to stay out of trouble. He really does try to keep his nose clean as he will be up for parole in four years or so. I’m told if you don’t fuck up a little bit the parole board will think you are playin them. Hopefully Carlo has gotten his trouble making days out of his system. I know, talking to me, and following my instructions, gives him something else to think about. Perhaps the department of corrections would like to start a pilot program for prissy boys.

I have not written in my blog for some time as I have been insanely busy but hope to get back in the habit as I do enjoy my little missives, hope you do as well. Stay tuned for more in the next day or so.

Tease and Denial of Carlo, the Cuckold Sissy Slut (part IV)

Carlo managed to annoy me when I last spoke with him, so I refused his calls for over a month. My own form of tease and denial, heavy on the denial. Denial of my dulcet tones and wicked ways. The way ward boy had to do without. Poor Thing!

He has way too much time on his hands and way too much time to obsess about me and yearn for the sound of my voice. He used to call incessantly when I put him on phone restriction, thinking, perhaps that I would somehow not notice his number on caller I.D. I had to curtail that annoying behavior and told him if I ever got more than six calls from him in a day he would wait that many weeks for me to accept his calls. Or, I would simply block his number by calling the company that handles inmates pay phones. I don’t REALLY need the money and that makes it so much easier to fuck with my boys.

It is not like I am a phone dom  24/7.

I loved the whimper and the  simper in his voice when I did speak with him today. He was so unsure of himself and nervous. Anxious for the past six weeks, I am sure, wondering if I would ever take his calls again. It was a happy yet pensive little bitch I spoke with today and I am sure that tomorrow when he wakes up, the first thing he will notice is how sore his ass is from the whipping I instructed him to inflict in his cell. As if twenty to life was not enough!

Tease and Denial taken the the extreme

This little joke gives a whole new meaning to tease and deny. Perhaps the man had a bit too much of a good thing,  instead of blue balls he suffered from black ones.

Actually, do the men who love tease and denial even suffer? Something to discuss another time.  AND DRUM ROLL PLEASE!

A male patient, lying in bed in the hospital, is  wearing an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose.

A young student nurse comes into his room, it is time for a sponge bath. She is new and the bath is for his upper body only. “Nurse”, he mumbles, from behind the mask. “Are my testicles black?”

Embarrassed, the young nurse replies, “I don’t know, Sir. I’m only here to wash your upper body, so I can’t really tell.”

He struggles to ask again, this time the elderly man sounds agitated “Nurse, are my testicles black?”

Concerned that he may elevate his blood pressure and heart rate from worry about his testicles, she overcomes her embarrassment and pulls back the covers.

She raises his gown, holds his manhood in one hand and his testicles in the other. Then, she takes a close look and says, There’s nothing wrong with them, Sir!”

The man pulls off his oxygen mask, smiles at her and says very slowly, Thank you very much. That was wonderful, but, listen very, very closely…..Are – my – test – results – back?

Tease and Denial of Carlo the Cuckold Sissy Boy (part III)

I talked with Carlo on Saturday, My little sissy boy cuckold wannabe. He sure does have it bad. He wants me to put him on a tease and denial program for 50 days. Don’t even ask me how he came up with that number.

I had not talked with him in a while, apparently his benefactor  neglected to put money into his account. Poor boy, no treats at the commissary, no treats with me over the phone. No treats in general.  I get a kick out of  the tease and denial part of his perversion. There he sits, with little hope of freedom in the next eight years,  his freedoms severely curtailed over the past twelve and he wants me to enforce tease and denial.

I am more than happy to administer additional punishment.  Some  men that dream of forced feminization, such a state is next to Nirvana. All along I thought it was between Utah and Idaho.

Carl will NOT be allowed to touch his weenie without my permission, nor will he be allowed orgasim. He did say, on Saturday,  he was hoping I would let him masturbate on the phone, for me, one last time.  I am sure the wicked, raucous laughter from my end of the conversation hurt his eardrums.

I told him he could cum on Sunday, but things got in the way and when I did speak to him yesterday I engaged in what I love to call jibber jabber. Thanks to Boston Legal, I think that phrase is too funy to leave alone.

So jibber jabber I did and he had to pay for it. Well, now that I think of it, he did not pay for it, his benefactor did. Then we were cut off by that awful digital voice the prison system uses on all the calls. I was gone by the time the poor frustrated boy could call back for a good wank. He had used up his turn on the telly.

Yesterday he called but it was just too nice out so I spent the day at the beach.  I expect he will call today, with desperation in his voice, wanting to wank, wanting to be my sissy boy, hoping  he might luck into a little, over the phone, cuckold session. Carlo loves it when I talk to another of my clients while he listens in. THe heavy breathing from his end of the phone tells me just how much he likes it.

The Tease and Denial has not officially started. Stay tuned for more on Carlo and me, sounds like a TV sitcom. The makings of one, for sure.

Tease and Denial of Carlo, the Cuckold Sissy Slut (part II)

Carlo, my incarcerated cuckold, took a while before he made his admission, his confession, his embarrassing revelation. He desperately wanted to be a cuckold, a sissified cuckold. Certainly someone in Allenwood would have oblidged. Imagine the complete and utter humiliation he would feel, the uber tough guy turned pantie wearing,sissy slut and cock sucking cuckold.

The times when I have been on the phone with him, and taken another call on my land line, he made so much noise I was sure he would cum on the spot, making a big one of his own. I would not let him touch his weenie while on the phone with me, a common occurrence. He behaved himself, pretty well after his first experience in solitaire and eventually got his own cell. So after our phone calls I am sure he would retreat to beat it. Unless, he was in tease and denial mode and I do love doing that to him for extended periods of time. VERY EXTENDED!

Tease and denial is hard enough, scuse the pun, on the average man. Think about how much time he has on his hands. Which can turn tough boy into a sniveling, whiney pain in the ass. And then I have to put him back in his place. Insert loud raucous laughter here as he has been put in his place already.

Often time is the only thing on or in his hands as I don’t even let him touch himself. He does beg. This must be such a change for him to be on the other side of the dynamic. I am not allowed to send him packages. Dang! I sure would love to have him in pink silk panties while he is in his pumpkin patch. Actually, I don’t think he wears one of those, designed by Dolce & Gabbana, orange jumpsuits.

Carlo has wonderful cuisine in Allenwood and then I tease him with the thought of another kind of fine dining. He would love to eat my pussy, in fact, so would I. If I were double jointed I would never leave home.

Tease and Denial takes on a whole new meaning when the one being teased is behind bars and being denied, BIG TIME, of so much.

P.S. He does love that I am writing about him and puttin it up on the Internet for the world (don’t I wish) to read. My web log stats aren’t all that great. IF I write it, will they cum? Am I providing wanking material or will this little venture pay off in the occasional phone call?

VISIT MY WEB SITE ElizabethDoubleD.com

New York City

I am in the city for my “other” business. The fabric district is a zoo, so it will save me a trip to Brooklyn for the real thing. I do love New York and one of the things I really love about it is how it looks from the air!

When I was a young chickie I thought I wanted to live here and attend Parsons or FIT. Things did not work out that way and I am completely happy with the direction my life took. I landed, literally and figuratively, close enough that coming here for business purposes would be easy.

So no more naughty missives for a few days.

XOXO Lewd Lizzy

Carlo the Cuckold Sissy Slut (part I)

My little cuckold sissy slut is in prison. I kid you not! I have been talking to him for over a year, not to worry, I had him checked out before I consented to be his mistress. Racketeering, in case you are interested. Anthony, my black hunk a burning love, hung like a horse, dumb as a doorknob, fuck-toy is a cop and he knew how to get the information that I needed. Candace didn’t trust the letter I received from the bad boy, said that inmates pay other men to write letters for them. I laughed. No way, was this a letter for hire.

He promised not to get in touch with me again if I did not respond. Wait!!! Those of you who go to the cinema and notice that in the first scene John Travolta had ketchup on his collar and the next scene it was clean …….will ask……….. How did he get your address? Certainly you were not trolling the many sites on the web. You know, the ones for lonely ladies looking for bad boys in need of reform!

This particular bad boy had a friend call for him and find out my pre-pay address.

I tucked the letter in a drawer, after the three months, I wrote him back and told him I was a bit nervous, I had never talked to any one in prison. It was none of my business, though I had already made it my business, what was he in for? What he told me matched what my fuck-toy cop told me so I let him send me the first check, and a nice fat one it was. Obviously his racketeering had been profitable and someone was taking care of his needs from the outside by funding his account.

Now I would be taking care of his needs while he was inside. And he needs to be somebody’s bitch. Stay tuned