For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about forced homosexuality or forced Bi is a paraphilia and activity related to Femdom. In practice, it includes any activities in which the dominant female “forces” the submissive, heterosexual male or female to engage in homosexual acts for her amusement, sexual arousal and/or (in the case of male submissive) as part of feminization.

There is a lot of controversy where forced bi is concerned. I realize that the prospect of this for someone who isn’t naturally drawn to it can be somewhat frightening. I recently had a session in which someone with a very intense clucking fantasy has some questions about how he thought about forced bi scenarios. I made me realize that I keep getting the same question over and over as it pertained to the subject of forced bi.

The number one question I receive: (cue slightly panicked voice) Miss Noel, I have a forced bi fantasy. Does this make me gay?!?!

ABSOLUTELY NOT. I’ll say it again; absolutely not.

Think about it this way;

People who identify as homosexual or gay don’t merely qualify that as a sexual preference, but also as a romantic one. If you are gay, you are a man who, not only prefers to fuck other men, but also to date them. Would you hold another man’s hand for a long walk on the beach? Would take him out for candlelit dinner? Would you exchange Valentines and cuddle with him after a night of doing the nasty?

If the answer is no, you probably aren’t gay.

That fact that you enjoy being a hedonistic little whore, who is submissive enough to do absolutely anything I say no matter what it is, has no bearing on the issue of ones homosexuality.

The bottom line: If I tell you to get on your knees to suck a big fat cock for me and you do it for the soul purpose of making me happy, that doesn’t make you gay – it just makes you obedient

Kisses,
Miss Noel

Ah, one of my favorite things in life…

For those of you who don’t know, keyholding is just that; holding another person’s keys. What am I talking about? Chastity.

That’s right. Keyholding means I get to lock up your little man in a tight, unforgiving cock cage, snap the lock closed and the keys are firmly in my possession. In less than 5 minutes, that dick goes from yours to mine. You can’t touch it, clean it, jerk it, even look it without understanding that it’s under my total and complete control.

Keyholding can be done in person or from a distance. I have several boys who come into see me regularly – to beg and plead for release which I may or may not grant, depending on my mood – and even more who have mailed me their keys who I check up on via cam to be sure they haven’t “escaped” (trust me, you don’t want to know what the penalty for squirming out of your belt without my say so is).

Chastity, I find, to be the most effective form of control and keyholding only underscores your predicament. Just imagine, sweating inside that awfully snug little tube, desperate and aching for a long denied orgasm and watching me traipse around with my girlfriends (or, be still your little heart, my boyfriend)….and watching your keys, dangle teasingly from around my delicate neck.

Yummy, isn’t it?

Kisses,

Miss Noel

Hello Slave boys (and girls),

I hate to break your little hearts, but I will be out of the city and away from the dungeon Sunday the 18th of December through Thursday the 22nd of December. The Polish are invading Michigan and I am headed up North to visit my family from abroad!

Don’t worry, I’ll be back to deliver spankings and coal to all the naughty bottoms just in time for Christmas

And, since I know you can’t stand going an entire day without basking in my glory, I’m giving you this little present before I take my leave:

Merry Christmas!

Kisses,

Miss Noel

Hello boys,

I know, I know – I haven’t written in forever. It’s been a crazy couple of months for your favorite blonde. I’m sure you’re going wild, imagining what I’ve been up to: Did she take her harem and move to the Netherlands? Did she develop her “mad scientist” voodoo potion that turns men into mindless zombies and go into hiding? Did she fulfill her lifelong dream of world domination?

Slow your roll, boys. I’m going to tell you all about it!

For those of you who don’t know, I’ve recently retuned to University and after 4 years our of school, getting back into the swing of things has taken some getting used to. No doubt the moment, I mentioned going back college, your perverted little brains have conjured up the image of me seducing professors and taking advantage of innocent co-eds. Maybe I have, maybe I haven’t. This sexy domme doesn’t kiss and tell

Of course, I’ve kept up on teasing and tormenting boys – that just comes naturally – both in and out of the dungeons of Wicked Eden. Miss Kelle and I even had a weekend adventure out in the woods with one of our favorite slave boys. Below are a couple photos:

The makings of a good night…anal plugs, nipple clamps and wine.

Kelle, curled up and cozy in the cabin.

Me, chilling out by the fire with evil thoughts on the brain.

And, last but not least, I’ve been working hard on my new media project – specifically, my clips stores that are now live on both Kinkbomb and Clips4sale. Below is a little sneak peek at one of my updates:

Until next time…

Kisses,

Miss Noel

As some of you may be aware, I’ve been working hard on a “secret project” for several months, and now it finally here; the launch of my new clips stores.

You can find me on:

Clips4sale: http://www.clips4sale.com/38006

and

Kinkbomb: http://www.kinkbomb.com/studio/105524

What will you find? Lots of teasing, humiliation, forced feminization, chastity, sexy outfits and me, telling you what to do, of course

Kisses, Noel

Miss Kelle Martina and I recently got together for an evening on cam. We had a lovely time teasing, humiliating and generally tormenting boys all night long. I know several of you poor boys missed the show and just to rub your noses in the utter hotness you didn’t get to play with, I’m including a few photos.

Wouldn’t you just have loved to be tied up in a corner watching this happen?

I think on your knees, kissing out pretty toes while we make out is the perfect place for you..

Kisses,

Noel

]]> http://missnoel.com/photos/visual-stimulation/feed/ 1 http://missnoel.com/uncategorized/submission-vs-masochism/ http://missnoel.com/uncategorized/submission-vs-masochism/#comments Sun, 31 Jul 2011 23:35:41 +0000 Miss Noel http://missnoel.com/uncategorized/submission-vs-masochism/

mas·och·ism/’mas??kiz?m/Noun
1. The tendency to derive pleasure, esp. sexual gratification, from one’s own pain
2. (in general use) The enjoyment of what appears to be painful or tiresome.

sub·mis·sion/s?b’miSH?n/Noun
1. The action or fact of accepting or yielding to a superior force or to the will or authority of another person.
2. An act of surrendering to a hold by one’s opponent.

I would like to take a moment to discuss the distinction between the above definitions.

So often, in the world of BDSM, we link these things together. Masochism is seen as a trait that bottoms and/or slaves indulge while in the submissive state. The enjoyment (or willingness to endure) pain being part of their servitude. I think it’s important to add that this is, in fact, a fairly common occurrence. Many submissives do derive fulfillment from masochistic experiences. Many masochists also consider themselves submissive in nature.

However, while these traits are not mutually exclusive, they are also most definitely not synonymous.

One does not need to enjoy pain in order to enjoy submitting to a dominant authority. The flip side of this is that someone who is sexually turned on by pain and physical exertion does not necessarily desire to be under another person’s dominion.

Case in point:

When asked my orientation as a player within the community, I can most accurately describe myself as a dominant masochist. When I say this, I get a lot of confused looks (see people looking at me like lost puppies or with utter incredulity). I’m always a bit surprised by this, because, for me, the difference between the two is fairly obvious.

Let’s break it down, shall we?

I say dominant because I am a control freak and I have no desire to debase myself under another person’s will. I don’t care if watching me bark like a dog tickles you pink; if it doesn’t make me happy, I’m not doing it. End of story.

I say masochist because I naturally eroticize pain. The physical sensation gives me all kinds of pleasant endorphins and I get a kick out of the challenge, seeing just how far I can push myself. Do note that I say seeing how far I can push myself – the top’s preference doesn’t really enter the equation for me. I like to be hurt the way, I want to be hurt.

Layman’s terms: Yes, you can spank me, but don’t fucking tell me what to do

Kisses,

Noel

I’ve been getting a good deal of e-mails, questions and sessions lately revolving around chastity. You won’t hear any complaints from me, as locking boy up in a tight little cock cage makes me a very happy girl. Knowing that you’re safely encased in your little belt, suffering with every hit of arousal while I’m free to take as much (or as little) pleasure as I choose brings be such a thrilling kind of joy. I really could talk about it all day…

However, with the sudden surge of inquires, I thought I’d drop all my would be chastity slaves a link:

www.chastitylifestyle.com

It’s a fantastic resource and I highly recommend that any one with an interest chastity (and even cuckolding) check it out. Immediately.

Kisses,

Noel

I’ve been super busy lately toying with boys and enjoying the lovely warm weather, but just to let you know I’m still alive, here is a photo of what I’ve been up to…

Kisses,

Noel

Along with my sincere fascination with chastity – and all the trappings that go along with it, I have a slight (okay, astronomically huge) fetish for cuckolding.

While these things are not necessarily synonymous, for me they are tied closely together. They all go under the tease and denial category (big emphasis on the denial half of that equation) Picture this:

There you are, tucked away, out of sight, in my closet (maybe under my bed if you’re really lucky). I’d have you all trussed up, gagged and locked up in your little plastic cock cage – and there you’d stay, waiting, twitching, your pathetic little heart fluttering with anticipation.

Until I came home. With a hot girl, no less.

Now, don’t get overly excited. You wouldn’t get to “service” us. You’re not a maid, you’re not a fluffer, and you’re definitely not a sex toy (I have real ones for that and I promise they can please me much more effectively than you ever could).

You are a cuckold. That means you get to sit there, utterly ignored, forced to listen to me and my boyfriends/girlfriends get as much pleasure as we like, for as long as we like, while that chastity belt gets tighter and tighter…

Sounds like a blast, doesn’t it?

What you wouldn’t be seeing while you were stewing in the closet

Kisses,

Miss Noel