Stroke Mistress

When I read last night’s bedtime story on the Magic Bus, I did promise an illustration to go with it. This was rendered and sent to me by my good friend, TinyN. I hope the illustration enhances your enjoyment of the story. I know that many of you enjoy following Shrimp Boy’s adventures, even those of you who don’t share the giantess fantasy.

Thank you to TinyN for sending me the illustration and perhaps we’ll be able to add more to Shrimp Boy’s further adventures!

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Another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

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Some of you will remember that we left poor Shrimp Boy (once again) in a rather uncomfortable predicament. The Spiteful Giantess had just had some kind of an idea. An idea involving our intrepid hero and, possibly, his raging hard-on. Now, when I say “raging hard-on”, you must remember that Shrimp Boy is a teeny tiny man and as such the term “raging” is, well, relative. Even so, our diminutive hero had been on the verge of fulfilling his goal, his dream if you like, of attaining bliss at the hands (or at the tongue) of the Beautiful Giantess. So now we find Shrimp Boy lying on his back in the palm of the Beautiful Giantess, panting, sweating, his cock throbbing and swollen - almost sobbing in his frustration. So frustrated in fact that he wasn’t paying quite as much attention to the Spiteful Giantess’s “rather naughty idea” for a game as he should have. And at this point, faithful listeners, we might pause for a word of advice. If you ever find yourself naked, on the point of orgasm, gasping and panting, throbbing and thrusting, and someone else - especially if that someone is rather spiteful - says “I’ve had an idea” it might be wise to divert your attention from your cock, and listen to what that idea might entail.

Fortunately the Stupid Giantess (and there’s no point in using some kind of euphemism - she was just stupid - ok?) asked the question that Shrimp Boy should have been asking “What kind of idea, what are we going to do with him?” In reply, the Spiteful Giantess showed what she’d been hiding behind her back. Her two sisters gasped in surprise to see her waving a formidable dildo in the air. It was the kind designed to be attached to a harness and used as a strap-on. (Those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about will have to resort to Google, although really you should not be listening to this story at all!) “I still don’t understand” said the Stupid Giantess and although the Beautiful Giantess didn’t really understand either, she was having some rather dark thoughts of her own at the sight of the large dildo and was, truth be told, almost afraid to ask her spiteful sister what her plans for little Shrimp Boy might be. Instead of explaining, the Spiteful Giantess seized Shrimp Boy and pinned him against the dildo, which was longer (or taller - depending on how you look at it) than the teeny tiny man. She held him in place while she used the cruel silken thread to bind him to the dildo. The dildo was at his back and the Giantess bound him in such a way that it was impossible for him to move. His head was forced back against the hard rubber, his arms and legs spread. In fact, only his cock had any freedom of movement and was, it seemed, taking advantage of that. Poor Shrimp Boy was exposed and helpless, his hard-on now slightly less than raging but still erect and waving in the breeze. Now you must remember that Shrimp Boy had led a rather sheltered life before encountering these giant sisters and had no idea what he was strapped to. Still, he found himself strangely aroused at being bound and helpless, even as a thrill of fear rippled through his naked little body. The sisters all laughed to see him, even the stupid one who didn’t really know why she was laughing, and the laughter of the Spiteful Giantess was tinged with lust. Her nipples hardened, her cunt moistened, at the sight of her favourite dildo with the little man attached. Her breathing became harder as she fumbled with the harness, attaching it around her slim hips. Little Shrimp Boy jutted out in front of the naked giantess almost like one of those ships’ figureheads. Even though he was afraid, he found himself becoming even more aroused as the Spiteful one began to slather copious amounts of fragrant oil onto the dildo and, of course, onto Shrimp Boy himself. “Now”, the Giantess said as she began to stroke, “Who wants to be first?” Our little hero spluttered through the oil, “No, wait, first for what? What’s the oil for? What’s this thing I’m on?” Poor little Shrimp Boy. We know. Don’t we?

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom, then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings. For lively lunchtime radio, tune in to the Pub Lunch at 1:00 pm EST on Wednesdays.

Empress Catherine 800-601-6975
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Yes - a sick Mistress - and not “sick” in a good way! I really, really, HATE being ill. I take it as a sort of personal insult inflicted upon me by the cosmos and it’s very difficult to punish the cosmos, although of course I do my best. Still, I am starting to feel better today and hope to be back in LDW Land tomorrow to carry out a little phone sex teasing. I’ve missed all my stroker boys, sissies, little tiny men, cuckolds and kinksters and I hope that they’ve missed me too! Ah well,I’m sure that a little cockteasing will set me back on my feet again. I suppose one could think of my absence as a rather extreme form of tease and denial - you knew I’d be back to tease and torment you, but when?

I missed riding the Magic Bus with everyone last night too, but I know that Ms Constance and Ms Tara did a wonderful job of filling in for me. All the usual suspects were there (or so I hear) and I know that steph did her usual wonderful job of driving the Bus for everyone. I also heard that Ms Ryan had to kick-start the recalcitrant Bus and of course she’s just the right Mistress for the job! Hmm, maybe that’s just what I need to complete my recovery - kicking something that’s a little recalcitrant. Any ideas? But, I digress… I’ll be all ready for some kinky radio in time for the Pub Lunch on Wednesday and of course for next week’s ride on the Magic Bus. Oh, and have you heard? Our latest driver, steph, suggested a road trip as a theme for an upcoming episode. Let me know if you have any suggestions for good road trip music and I’ll give them my consideration. No promises!

If you’d like to explore some aspect of femdom, then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings or to the Pub Lunch at 1:00 pm EST on Wednesdays.

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Another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

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The sultry night is like heavy black velvet around you. The only sounds are of the crickets outside and the ceiling fan above your bed. You’ve been tossing and turning for hours now - unable to sleep. Unable to stop thinking about your Mistress and your hard cock. And those two things are inextricably entwined, aren’t they? You throw the tangled sheet off your hot, sweating, naked body. Your hard cock stands up straight, throbbing. Your hands reach down to touch - but then stop. You groan softly. You’re not allowed to stroke and, although you’re tempted, you hold back. Somehow she always knows, doesn’t she? You make a conscious effort to try and sleep, and manage to fall into some kind of doze when you hear the door open and the sound of your Mistress’s high heels on the hardwood floor.

You look up to see her placing the hard, straight-backed chair in the middle of the room. She’s wearing only a pair of high-heeled silver sandals and a thin chemise of white silk. The small dark arrow of pubic hair shows clearly through the fabric, damp with her body’s sweat, and you watch her nipples harden as the slight breeze from the ceiling fan hits them and you marvel at their sensitivity.

She barely glances at you and says only, “Sit!” You stagger over to the chair on legs trembling with anticipation and desire and sit - your cock still erect and throbbing. The sight of your Mistress causes a tiny drop of precum to slide down the shaft of your penis like a tear and a soft sob escapes you in a kind of sympathy. Your fingers clutch the edge of the chair so as to keep from touching your cock. Your Mistress reaches forward, uses the tip of one finger to lightly trace the track of the precum and wipes the warm sticky fluid onto your lips. The exquisite sensation of her touch on your hypersensitive prick almost causes you to lose control and spurt into the air but you restrain yourself with a shudder and send silent, telepathic messages for permission to release. Now she straddles your lap - one long, smooth leg on either side of the chair. You can feel the heat from between her silky thighs - so close to your cock - and with a supreme effort manage not to thrust upward. You’re overwhelmed by the sweet combination of her perfume and her hot cunt as she grabs the hair on the back of your head and forces it back. Your mouth is open and vulnerable as she begins to kiss you deeply, with a sort of passion that’s at once hot and detached. The drop of precum is forced into your mouth and dissolves between the hot tongues of you and your Mistress - hers probing deeply into your throat. She breaks contact and leaves you panting and desperate. You open your eyes and find yourself alone. Still sitting on the hard chair in the middle of the room. Still with a raging hard-on. Still unsatisfied and denied…

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom, then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings. For lively lunchtime radio, tune in to the Pub Lunch at 1:00 pm EST on Wednesdays.

Empress Catherine 800-601-6975

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Sissy maids are such mixed blessings, aren’t they? On the one hand, they can be very useful and can prove to be a real asset to a Mistress. On the other hand, they usually need such a lot of training and, in most case, they need a firm hand and much discipline! For instance, take the one I have at the moment - Colette. Now Colette always seems to be very willing, very obedient, but the reality is very different. She needs constant supervision. Leave her alone to carry out a simple task and what happens? I find her off in some corner with her fingers in her panties! It happens all the time - I never know where I’m going to catch her next, or what she’ll be doing. If she paid as much attention to her work as she pays to her sissy-clit, then my house would be immaculate! Not only is she easily distracted by what’s in her panties, but she complains too! Mostly about the uniform she has to wear. It’s never quite right for Colette, there’s always something wrong with it. Usually she ends up “modifying” the pretty maid’s dresses I buy for her. Of course they’re always too long for Colette’s taste, and the next time I see her she’s shortened the dress so that her panties are always on show! Really, it can be very embarrassing in front of guests, especially since Colette gets nervous when she has to serve my guests, and when Colette gets nervous, she gets excited (like many sissies!) and when she gets excited - well you can imagine! Usually that’s when I have to use a little public humiliation to get my point across - a good spanking perhaps, or even some strapon training if the maid is particularly recalcitrant! Yes, I think that’s what Colette might have to look forward to - and soon!

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom - tease and denial, or cuckolding for instance - then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings. For lively lunchtime radio, tune in to the Pub Lunch at 1:00 pm EST on Wednesdays.

Empress Catherine 800-356-6169

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SCHOOL MISTRESS - PART V - another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

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The naughty schoolboy stood in the corner, trying to hide his face and his hard, throbbing cock. The other boys had left the classroom and he was alone again with the School Mistress. He was acutely aware of her presence in the room, her movements, her fragrance the sound of her high heels on the hard floor. He knew that at any moment his state of arousal would be exposed again. He still wore the pink, frilly “punishment” panties although the wearing of them could hardly be considered punishment since the effect was so pleasurable. He was a little worried though about what the School Mistress would say when she saw that his cock was so hard again after his recent caning. His bottom was still red and sore, the sting of the humiliation before his classmates was still fresh in his mind and yet, perhaps in defiance, his cock was swollen and throbbing again. Perhaps the School Mistress would leave him standing there, giving him time to compose himself? Perhaps not. He heard the click of her heels approaching him, felt her body close to his. She came to stand behind him, so close that the tips of her breasts touched his back. He could feel the heat from her body, her warm, fragrant breath on the back of his neck. He shivered convulsively. She didn’t speak - just stood there overwhelming him with her presence. She stepped back a pace and with the tip of her cane, lightly traced the line of his body from the back of his head to the crack of his red arse cheeks. The schoolboy shivered again. His cock was still hard but now any sense of defiance was gone. Instead it seemed to be pleading for attention, greedy for more pleasure. The voice of the School Mistress cut through the silence, “I see the problem has arisen again”, she whispered in his ear, her lips so close that the words formed a kiss against his earlobe. “Yes, Miss” the boy replied. What else could he say? There was no hiding the state of his penis through the fine fabric of the panties. He fought to control his breathing and his thoughts. He wanted, he wanted… what DID he want? He wanted some kind of fulfilment, some kind of satisfaction, but it seemed that the more attention his cock received, the more it wanted. The School Mistress was having similar thoughts. “It would seem that more drastic measures may have to be taken!” she said sharply. “Come with me over to my desk”. The boy followed the School Mistress across the room, transfixed by the sight of her bottom through the closely-fitting skirt, the shape of her thighs clearly visible. “Now then, boy, I think it’s time you learned some control. Take off the panties”. The boy did as he was told and stood before the School Mistress feeling a mixture of fear, embarrassment and pride at the size of his erection and speculation about what punishment might await him now. “It’s getting a little warm in here, don’t you think?” asked the School Mistress. The boy could only swallow hard in response. Whether the heat in his body was as a result of the temperature of the room or the close proximity of this woman was beyond his ability to decide. The School Mistress slowly unbuttoned the jacket of her suit and slipped it off. She was wearing a white silk shirt so thin that her hard nipples showed clearly through the fabric. She perched on the edge of the desk, legs crossed, one shoe dangling negligently from her toes, and studied the boy, taking in the hardness of his penis, the redness of his face and the sly glances he was giving her, in spite of his predicament.

“Yes, more drastic measures, I think” she said as she reached forward and, without warning, took the boy’s hard penis in one hand. The boy gasped with surprise and pleasure. He closed his eyes and groaned as the School Mistress held his hard, hot cock in her cool hand. This was the first time any woman had touched his cock and the feeling was almost too much for him to bear. The feeling was so exquisite that he cared nothing for what might be to come and had only enough presence of mind to control the urge to release into her hand. He opened his eyes at the sound of the School Mistress fumbling for something in her desk drawer. She held a long wooden ruler in the hand not holding his cock. “Now then, you stubborn boy, six strokes I think, and then we’ll see” and she brought the ruler down hard across his cock as she held it in her palm. The pain, coming so suddenly after the exquisite pleasure, was a shock to the boy but his cock remained hard and throbbed against the woman’s hand. At each stroke he whimpered and groaned but as the pain grew, so did the desire, leaving him craving release. His head was filled with the image of himself pushing the School Mistress back onto the desk and throwing himself on top of her. She read some of this in his eyes and, standing up, grabbed the hair on the back of his head forcing it back, bringing her face close to his. Looking directly into his eyes she said, “I know what you’re thinking, boy, but you won’t win this battle. Today’s lesson in control has only just begun…”

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom, then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings. For lively lunchtime radio, tune in to the Pub Lunch at 1:00 pm EST on Wednesdays.

Empress Catherine 800-601-6975

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The Erotic Adventures of Shrimp Boy - Part 7 - another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

Do you remember how we left Shrimp Boy? He was in the hands of the three giantess sisters and his cock had a thin silk thread wrapped around it, with the spiteful sister pulling gleefully on the end of the thread! Poor Shrimp Boy was in danger of losing his cock altogether! Fortunately, the beautiful giantess who had found Shrimp Boy decided to step in and rescue our little hero and tried to grab him from her sister. For a moment, Shrimp Boy was afraid that he would be torn between the two of them, when the stupid sister stepped in saying “Will these help?”. She was wielding a pair of small, but very sharp, nail scissors. She advanced upon Shrimp Boy with the pointed scissors aimed at the silken thread around his penis - a penis which had been quite hard but which was rapidly softening. Unfortunately, not only was the stupid sister stupid, but she was also a little short-sighted and Shrimp Boy could only hold his breath as the scissors’ points loomed over his cock and balls. “I’ll just snip this off” said stupid sister holding Shrimp Boy’s cock between her finger and thumb. “Give me those!” said the beautiful giantess and snatched the scissors - and Shrimp Boy - from the hands of her sisters. “I’ll take care of him” she said and began to gently unwind the silken thread from around Shrimp Boy’s frightened little cock. A cock is an amazing thing, is it not? Only seconds before, Shrimp Boy’s penis was shrivelled and frightened, doing its best to hide. Now, under the gentle ministrations of the beautiful giantess, it was feeling brave again and began to rise once more to the occasion. As the giantess gently pulled on the thread, Shrimp Boy’s cock was tugged and stimulated, causing Shrimp Boy to become quite excited. Again! Shrimp Boy began to moan and whimper, to writhe and wriggle in the soft hand of the giantess. Finally, after much tugging and pulling, the thread was removed and Shrimp Boy’s cock stood erect and proud once again! The giantess, however, misunderstood the little man’s groans and squirms and looked closely at Shrimp Boy’s cock which was red and throbbing. “Oooh”, she said, “The poor little thing! Is it sore?” Now his cock wasn’t particularly sore at all, but Shrimp Boy was quick to spot an opportunity and nodded - making a face like a trod-on spaniel at the same time. “Awwwww!” said the giantess “Let me kiss it all better!” and bent her beautiful face down towards Shrimp Boy. As her lips - as soft and large as pillows - gently touched Shrimp Boy’s penis, he gasped and panted. “Oh dear - have I hurt it some more?” said the giantess, most concerned. Shrimp Boy could only croak from his suddenly dry throat “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…” “Perhaps if I use my tongue…” mused the giantess and began to touch Shrimp Boy’s engorged cock lightly with the tip of her tongue. Shrimp Boy lay on his back in the giantess’s palm, thrusting his cock against her hot, wet tongue. His breathing was becoming faster and faster, he groaned again and opened his eyes to see the other two sisters gazing with fascination at his tiny body. With fascination and with something else, he thought. Now, if Shrimp Boy had been thinking properly, that is to say if there had been more blood in his brain and less in his dick, he would have recognised that “something else”. He would have realised what was going on in the minds of the two sisters - even in the mind of the stupid sister. At the moment, however, the little tiny man was concentrating on reaching his ever-elusive goal and while he might once have hesitated to ejaculate onto the tongue of a woman whose name he didn’t even know, after all he’d been through he thought perhaps he could be a little less scrupulous than usual. Shrimp Boy closed his eyes again and continued his thrusting. Every sensation was concentrated in his cock. He was hot, sweating, and pleasure began to surge through his body in waves, his cock throbbed and twitched against the giantess’s sweet tongue, and then… “I’ve had an idea” said the spiteful giantess. Little Shrimp Boy’s eyes flew open as the hot, soft tongue was withdrawn. “Noooooooo!” cried Shrimp Boy as the beautiful giantess straightened up to look at her sister. “Oh yes?” she said “What sort of an idea?” “A rather naughty idea” said the spiteful giantess “An idea for a game with our new toy”. “Game?” thought Shrimp Boy “I wonder what sort of game…?” Hmmm - I wonder what sort of game too. Will it have anything to do with Shrimp Boy’s raging hard-on? Maybe we’ll find out next time…

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom, then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings. For lively lunchtime radio, tune in to the Pub Lunch at 1:00 pm EST on Wednesdays.

Empress Catherine 800-601-6975

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Another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

If you’d rather listen than read, just click here…

I knew you’d be back. Even as you walked away from my door the last time you were here, even when you called me to tell me you’d never return. Even as you told me you never wanted to see me again, I knew you’d be back. And here you are. Strapped naked to my flogging bench. The leather cool against your cheek, your heart bounding in your chest like a puppy that’s just seen its mistress. Like you when you see your Mistress. Your secret Mistress.

You did try, didn’t you? You tried to stay away. Tried to find other things to distract you, to erase me from your mind. But none of them worked. Not the alcohol. Not the drugs. Not even that pretty little girlfriend of yours. You try so very hard but your soul never quite reaches that plain of calm shadows, does it? Yet I can take it there quite effortlessly. One touch of my hand and you’re almost there. That place where nothing else can reach you. Far away from the person that everyone wants you to be. Here, on the calm plain, you can be yourself - completely without ego.

You lie there waiting for me, enjoying the soothing darkness of the blindfold, enjoying not having to think. Every nerve in your body is alive with anticipation. You did wonder for a moment what I might have planned for you but you don’t need to wonder, do you? You just need to lie there and let it happen. Lie there and let the pleasure and the pain fight for supremacy. It doesn’t matter which one succeeds, the end result with be the same - bliss…

You feel rather than hear me enter the room. It always amazes you how quietly I can enter a room in such high heels. Your breathing becomes faster just thinking about those shoes. Shoes, or boots? No matter. They are the source of desire, objects of fetish. You don’t know what’s to come next but you want it. You want it. I run a gloved hand down the length of your spine, pausing at the base. I take an arse cheek in each hand and spread them, gently at first, until you’re completely exposed. You hear me spit and feel the warm saliva run down that exposed valley. Your arsehole tightens and puckers involuntarily. I spit again and the splittle dribbles from your tight little hole, over your balls. You feel the head of my dildo push against the tight sphincter, feel it give and stretch. I roughly grab the hair at the back of your head - painfully arching it back. You gasp and hold your breath as you feel my teeth press hard against the skin of your neck and I bite - not quite breaking the skin. You manage to keep from whimpering but you’re panting now. Panting and shivering with desire as the bliss builds. As it begins to overwhelm you, as you convulse and moan, you pant out the words, “Mistress, my Secret Mistress, I’m yours, I’m back.”

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom, then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings. For lively lunchtime radio, tune in to the Pub Lunch at 1:00 pm EST on Wednesdays.

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I’ve always had a thing for men in kilts. I don’t know whether it’s anything to do with my origins. I’m from a family of Reivers, and was born on the border of Scotland and England. I’m used to seeing men in kilts and I’m glad to see they’re making something of a comeback in the world of fashion. Vivienne Westwood featured a punk version in Milan earlier this year, and I’ve seen some very sexy leather ones being worn in various European countries in recent years. Will North America ever realise the erotic potential of the kilt? (Gives a whole different meaning to the term “cocktease“, doesn’t it?) Perhaps with images like this for inspiration…

And what about cuckolding? Would it be even more erotic if your wife cuckolded you with a guy in a kilt? How could it not be? As for giving a man a good spanking or caning - imagine the erotic possibilities! Turning a man over my knee and flipping up his kilt! mmmmmmm…

I have two other questions regarding the kilt. Can a sissy wear a kilt? If so, how would it be incorporated into a sissy ensemble? I’d like to hear from some of you if you have some suggestions. Perhaps something more along the lines of a North American school uniform? It’s interesting that, traditionally, only men wear the kilt but it’s become associated with school girls in North America. Is that another form of cross-dressing? Hmmm, maybe.

The other question relates (of course) to what a man wears under his kilt. Since a picture is said to be worth a thousand words, perhaps it would be simpler to just post this photograph which shows exactly what is worn (or rather, not worn) beneath the kilt!

If you’d like to explore some aspect of femdom, then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings. For lively lunchtime radio, tune in to the Pub Lunch at 1:00 pm EST on Wednesdays.

Empress Catherine 800-356-6169

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Another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

If you’d rather listen than read, just click here…

“You filthy, disgusting, loathsome boy! Just look at the mess you’ve made on my desk!” The boy looked, of course. How could he not? He looked at the sticky mess on the edge of the desk and wondered if all women were like this. He’d been teased, caned and aroused to the point of orgasm at the hands of the School Mistress and now she berated him for having ejaculated against the edge of her desk! Still, young and inexperienced as he was, he knew that he’d never meet another woman like this one. He still trembled and panted from the force of his orgasm and waited to see what would happen next. The School Mistress’s own breathing was returning to normal. The “ice queen” mask was back in place. No one must ever know the intense pleasure she derived from punishing the boys in her charge.

“Get something to clean that up with!” the Mistress told the boy. “Yes, Miss, but may I get dressed?” he replied. “Well,” said the Mistress, “You may pull up your panties but leave off your pants.” Now as much as the boy had enjoyed wearing the so-called “punishment panties”, he didn’t want the other boys knowing about them, so he tried to clean up his mess quickly. He was on his knees, cleaning the edge of the desk, wearing only the flimsy panties and his school shirt, tie and blazer, when he heard the sound he was dreading - the sound of the other boys coming back to class. He made a small whimpering sound and paused in his work. “Why have you stopped? Carry on, you’re not finished yet!” the Mistress snapped at him and prodded him sharply with her beautiful italian leather, stiletto-heeled shoe. The pointed toe caught him just behind the balls and caused the boy to flinch and yelp in surprise and pain. Behind him he heard the boys beginning to troop into the classroom. They fell silent as they saw him kneeling there - his red bottom showing clearly through the sheer fabric of the panties and the cheeks of his face a matching red. The boys took their seats and, now that they’d recovered from the surprise, began to snigger and jeer at the boy - laughing and pointing at his poor, sore bottom. The School Mistress allowed this to continue for a few minutes, noting the increasing redness of the boy’s face, and then quelled his heckling classmates with a hard look and the merest tap of her cane against her leg. “You may finish now, boy” she told him. The boy stood up, which caused another gale of laughter when the other boys saw the front of his panties and his sticky little cock - still semi-erect and showing through the soft, silky material. He made as if to leave the room but the School Mistress stopped him. “Oh no - your punishment isn’t over yet. You must stand in the corner for the rest of the lesson, so that everyone may see you.” Miserably the boy obeyed, thankful that at least his face couldn’t be seen but acutely conscious of his red arse cheeks - exposed and glowing through the frilly, girly panties! For the rest of the lesson he stood there and endured the stares of his classmates. The humiliation and shame made his eyes prickle with tears. Only the thought of even more humiliation kept the tears from falling. As time went on, however, he became aware of another sensation. Every time the School Mistress walked past him, every time he smelled her perfume, heard the click of her high heels, the casual swish of her cane, his penis responded. Responded to the sounds, the fragrance and to the memory of that caning and its climax. By the time the class ended and the other boys had left the room, his cock was as hard and throbbing as it had ever been. What would happen when the Mistress saw it? He’d been wondering what would happen with the other boys when he returned to the dormitory they all shared, but now at this moment, all he could think about was his throbbing cock. His throbbing cock and the School Mistress…

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