The First Cut is the Deepest.

I’m giving you a special treat today. Instead of making you use the whipping bench I’m allowing you to bend over my lap. I’m wearing a dress made from dark red, rather stiff silk, with a full skirt and lots of petticoats. From your position, all you can see are my pretty feet in my black suede peep-toed shoes, my shapely ankles in their sheer black stockings. My petticoats rustle as you press yourself against me, but you’re careful not to press too hard. You know that if you abuse this privilege, it will not be offered to you again. The temptation is strong though, isn’t it? You long to rub your penis against my thigh, to grind yourself against the silk. Despite the layers of fabric, you feel the heat rise from my thighs, bringing with it the fragrance of my perfume.

I run my fingertips lightly across your bare bottom. You shiver in anticipation. You hear me flexing my cane – the short one I use only for this position. Blood rushes to your head. Some blood. Some rushes to another place. Some makes your cock hard. You might be embarrassed that you’re so easily aroused – so fiercely aroused. You might be, if you didn’t know how much it pleases me. So aroused and yet so passive. You know I love that and you derive a secret satisfaction at the idea that you’ve pleased me.

The first blow lands in just the right place – right where your cheeks meet your thighs. The sharp hot sting makes you flinch in spite of yourself. In spite of the fact that you were expecting the blow. Longing for the blow. The heat and the pleasure flow through your body like a hot tide sweeping away all stress, all anxiety, all doubt. The tension of the day is distilled into that first blow. Disquiet ebbs out of your soul leaving it clear, pure – strong even. Is it ironic that this submission, this pain, leaves you feeling so strong, so empowered? And yet what you seek is the little death, the oblivion and peace that comes with complete gratification. Hot tears run down your face. You imagine my expression, the look in my eyes as I trace the welt with soft fingertips. You can feel my pleasure at the sight of the red stripe rising on your vulnerable flesh. For what do you exist if not to give your Mistress pleasure? You wait for the next two blows – knowing that they will be less forceful – that the first cut is always the deepest.

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, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

Empress Catherine
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