The hallway is lit only by a shaft of moonlight streaming through a window. There’s a faint odour of pot pourri in the air but all is still – no sound either from inside the house or outside. Profound silence, except for my breathing and the sound of my heart pounding in my chest. In the silence it seems loud enough to be heard all the way down the hall! I pause and tell myself to calm down, to take control, to steady my breathing and my heartbeat. A thin trickle of sweat slides slowly between my breasts as I take a couple of deep breaths and then continue. I’m wet between my thighs, but it’s not sweat.

I push open subby‘s bedroom door and tiptoe across the room to his narrow little bed. Enough light penetrates the cheap, thin curtains on subby’s windows to illuminate him lying on his back, sleeping soundly. Too soundly! How can he sleep like that when he hasn’t been allowed to come for weeks? Just a couple of hours ago he was begging for release – actually weeping with frustration as I teased him, laughing in his face at the state he was in! Of course I’d had a couple of orgasms myself while I was giving subby a little taste of my strap-on. I DO like to tease him with it – especially when he’s in the midst of a long period of denial. Sometimes, though, that’s not enough. Sometimes a couple of orgasms just doesn’t do it for me. Sometimes I want cock.

I slip a hand under subby’s covers and seek out his penis. I smile in the darkness to find it’s already half erect. I wonder what he’s dreaming about? A barely perceptible squeeze from my hand causes his drowsing cock to harden. Quickly. How convenient! Before he gets a chance to wake up I whip back the covers and jump on him – straddling his hips and impaling myself on his now-hard cock. I’m already so wet that it slides in easily and swells even more at the feeling of my hot cunt enveloping it, to fill me completely. THAT wakes subby from his sound sleep! I slap him across the face before he gets a chance to speak and press my hand across his mouth. I don’t want to hear any crap about how he wants to come. I lean forward and hiss into his face “Lie still and don’t you DARE come you fucking bitch!” He makes some kind of sound and I’m gratified to see sweat breaking out on his face. I take that as an indication he’s going to concentrate VERY hard on not coming. I continue to press myself down onto his cock, rising and falling, riding him, squeezing his cock hard with the strong muscles of my cunt – loving the feeling of his hard cock jabbing into me, enjoying every inch of his hard-on. Subby’s eyes are bulging from his head now and his face seems to have gone a sort of dark colour… Ignoring these signs I continue to bring myself to a long shuddering orgasm – I mean, what if he had a heart attack before I finished – my head thrown back – hair cascading down over my shoulders, my fingers pinching and teasing my hard nipples. Gasping and shuddering, savouring the wave of ecstasy engulfing me, I cry out in triumph and relief and finally relax, feeling the aftershocks tingle through my entire body, now slick with sweat. The sounds coming from subby seem a bit desperate now I remove my hand so he can breath better. He still pants and groans and I decide to be merciful – I can see the effort it’s taking not to come. I slide abruptly off his still-hard cock – slapping it just to help him not to come. I brace myself against the bed and kick subby onto the floor and he lands with a bit of a thump. I feel sleepiness begin to overwhelm me and I sink back into his bed. I hear a whimper from the direction of the floor and feel a bit sorry for him. “Okay subby – you can sleep on the couch – I don’t want to move now.” The whimpering continues as I hear him crawl across to the door. I hope nothing’s dripping on the floor. I can’t let him leave like this – not without some word. I call out to him softly as he’s leaving “Close the door behind you, fucktoy.”

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]]> http://www.strokemistress.com/2010/03/mistress-wants-cock/feed/ 4 http://www.strokemistress.com/2010/02/birthday-party-in-our-kinky-cock-radio-room/ http://www.strokemistress.com/2010/02/birthday-party-in-our-kinky-cock-radio-room/#comments Tue, 23 Feb 2010 22:38:45 +0000 catherine http://www.strokemistress.com/?p=1389 Yes – another party! This time it’s to celebrate my birthday. My actual birthday is on the 25th, but like most royalty I get to celebrate twice! The Magic Bus on the 28th will be a special birthday edition, so if you’ve never ridden the Bus, now’s a perfect opportunity

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This evening Miss Viv is hosting a Thanksgiving Day party in the chat room, but next week will see the first of my new hosted chats, “The Cock Whisperer”. If you have a cock of your own, if you know someone who has one, or if you always wanted to know more about them, then join us in the Special Events Room at www.communitykink.com on Thursday evenings at 9pm. Whether you think you have a freakishly large cock, one that’s miniscule, or one that you want to fit into panties, you can join in the chat. In the meantime, listen out for my promo on www.cockradio.com.

As many of you know, I don’t do television, but do occasionally watch BBC programmes on BBC iPlayer. I’ve recently discovered “Hotel Stephanie” and I’m really getting into it. Briefly, it’s a reality show (I loathe that term, but…) about a transgendered hotelier. Stephanie’s story is inspiring to ALL women – transgendered or not and I particularly recommend it to those of you interested in positive female role models.

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I hope you all enjoyed the special “Happy Hour with Constance and Catherine” live from my hotel room? It was wonderful doing such dirty talk radio with all those hot mistresses present! In case you missed it, in addition to Ms Constance and myself, we had Ms Hunter, Ms Vivian, Ms Ryan and of course our beloved dispatcher Melissa! If you liked it, let us know and we just might do it again some time. If you missed it, and wish you hadn’t, let us know that too – and we just might do it again some time!

Oh and just a word about the sissies in Vegas. Even though I missed the Fremont Street outing, I still managed to see lots of sissies parading the streets of Las Vegas. Yay for them!

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He was tied to the bed, wrists and ankles secured strongly by gentle ropes, a blindfold obscuring his vision, and a hard rubber ball in his mouth, gagging him. That much he did know.

What he didn’t know is how he got there.

He tried reaching out with his other senses – smell and hearing – and couldn’t come up with much. A slightly sweet, fruity scent reached his nostrils, mixed with the tang of sweaty leather and crisp linen…. He knew the first scent, but he couldn’t place it. It tugged at his memory, making him squirm….

Thoughts collided in his head, muddled and foggy. How long had he been there? Minutes? Hours? Days? What was the last thing he remembered?

Under the blindfold, his brow creased and he bit into the ballgag, concentrating. A bar…?

He sighed, leaving the puzzle and coming back to the present. He shifted on the bed, feeling the silk sheets beneath drag across his naked flesh. Goosebumps rose along his skin, making him shudder and tug fruitlessly at his bonds.

“It’s nice to see you awake, my pet.”

He flinched, freezing at the voice from the darkness. A shiver ran down his back as the smooth, liquid, feminine voice ran through his head. How long was she there? Was she watching him?

“Ohh, relax, my pet,” the woman cooed softly. A weight pressed down on the edge of the bed, making him shift to the right. She sat down next to him. “There’s no cause for struggle. After all…you’re not going anywhere.”

A wicked, sensual laugh assaulted his ears. A series of flashes in his memory…

He was at a local theme bar with some friends to see a band perform. He wasn’t much for industrial metal rock, but his friends were, and he hadn’t been out of the house in a while. He decided it’d be best to go spend time with people rather than watch hours of mindless entertainment on television…

He remembered his friends saying something about a theme that night to go with the band… Fetish, they said. Outwardly, he didn’t say much other than, “Oh, cool.” Inwardly…his heart and soul were leaping, sending his gullet into a barrel roll at the thought….

The decor of the bar was dark and Gothic, converted from an old church. Where the pews used to sit was a wide dance floor, small tables and chairs peppered around the perimeter. Along one wall was a line of booths; on the other, the bar, crammed with people and drinks and two bartenders who had no trouble keeping up with orders…

Things got hazy after they arrived. It would still be at least an hour and a half before the band went onstage, and his friends decided to wait it out at the McDonald’s next door. They asked him to come along and he politely refused, claiming to want to have a drink. His friends shrugged and took off, leaving him by himself….

A woman. She was tall, statuesque, wearing spiked stiletto heels… Long, obsidian hair falling in curls around her shoulders… Eyes that were soft yet burned and flashed like steel… An elegant evening gown contrasting with the outlandish leather and latex costumes… Her arms coated in long opera gloves…

He gulped as she sat next to him, primly upon the booth seat. Her smile was warm and inviting, her perfume intoxicating…

His mouth went dry as she looked at him… Stuttering, he offered to buy her a drink, his voice quavering, tongue stumbling. She laughed at his awkwardness, leaned in close – he saw her voluminous breasts, barely held in check by the plunging neckline of the gown – laid her gloved hand atop his and placed her lips to his cheek, her breath whispering softly against his skin….

She spoke…

And then….

And then….

He couldn’t remember. Everything got muddled and hazy. A wash of lights and sounds occupied his mind, with the Woman front and centre, obscuring all other thoughts, her laugh merry and enticing with the barest hint of sadism beneath….

He flinched. She laid her hand upon his bare chest, dragging her velvety fingers along his skin.

“Mmmmm….” She moaned softly. He could hear the feral smile in her voice. “Such tender skin…. Supple, and….”

He jumped again, feeling her fingers pinch hard around his left nipple and pull. He whimpered around the ballgag crammed in his mouth.

“…..ssssensitive,” she hissed in his ear, causing him to moan and twitch.

Thoughts and worries melted from his mind at her words, the gentle, liquid cadence of her tone…. A warm sensation started in his gullet and spread quickly through his core, heating up his cool skin and….

“Oh, my, pet!” Her fingers left his chest and he arched his back to follow, as far as his bonds would allow. He whimpered, realizing her hands were elsewhere upon him, groaning softly as she took hold….

“My pet’s feeling frisky, is he?”

He trembled as her fingers played along his cock, teasing, caressing, squeezing his balls gently, making him shudder and shake. He tried to speak, but a muffled groaning was all that was heard around the hard rubber.

“What’s that?” She asked him, slowly letting his hardness slip from her grasp. “Stop?”

Whimpering, he shook his head, mumbling around the gag.

“You don’t want me to stop?” She asked, innocence in her voice, her hand moving along the length of his shaft, stroking, making him buck and arch.

He shook his head again, a moan escaping around the rubber in his mouth.

A weight settled across his chest and he could feel her, laying atop him. Her breasts pressed teasingly on his chest and he felt her lips scant inches from his own, her heady scent invading his nostrils. He could hear the smile in her voice as she spoke.

“Maybe I should stop….stop stroking that cock of yours…as my fingers just…gliiiiide up and down your shaft….” Her voice practically oozed sex, and he felt himself thrusting into her hand, getting closer to the edge.

“Is that what you want? You want me to stop?” She laughed, moving her hand quicker. He shook his head again, groaning, thrusting upwards into her hand, trembling at the sensation….

“Nooo… No, I know just what you want, my pet,” she whispered, lightly pressing her lips to his ear. “You want to cum, don’t you?”

A deep moan issued from the back of his throat, his hips rocking and bucking, matching the timing of her strokes.

“Oh, yes…you want to cum hard for your Mistress, don’t you, my pet?”

He nodded rapidly, feeling his mind gibber, a swelling sensation in his balls as he built towards orgasm, breathing faster, his heart thudding and pounding in his chest, toes curling, bucking and squirming under her, coming closer and closer, building right to the edge…

“Well…it’s not about what you want, is it, pet?” She laughed then, an edge to her voice, and removed her hand, pushing herself up and off his body, sitting on the edge of the bed.

A high-pitched, choking whimper escaped his throat and he threw his head back, biting hard into the gag, his whole body tensing, cords standing out in his neck, wrists and feet pulling at the bonds, feeling the rope bite into his flesh. His cock stood, quivering, precum dribbling from the tip, balls tight against his body. He shook, whimpering, his breath coming in ragged gasps around the gag.

He could feel her gaze upon him, her icy stare penetrating his soul as he writhed on the bed. He gasped and froze as her hand suddenly gripped his neck, her gloved fingers squeezing tight into his bare flesh, cutting off his breathing.

“No, no…it’s about what I want, my pet,” she hissed, her voice devoid of warmth, “and if I don’t want you to cum, then you’re not going to cum, or there will be severe repercussions. Understood?”

He nodded rapidly, his face reddening from lack of air.

“I can’t hear you.”

His lips flapped around the gag, choking out, “Yeff….”

“‘Yes,” what?” Her grip tightened, her voice starting to echo….

Pinpoints and specks of light danced across his vision under the blindfold… He felt dizzy, lightheaded from not enough air…

He mumbled around the gag, using the last of his air…

“Y-y-yefff… Miffwefff…..” His eyes rolled back…..

Air flooded his lungs as her grip loosened around his throat. He breathed deep the cool air of the room, gulping it down, coughing and choking from behind the gag. The lights cleared from his vision, and he shook in his bonds.

“Good boy,” she cooed softly, a hint of warmth returning to her liquid voice. Her fingers softly brushed along his neck, sending chills down his spine. He leaned his head back, arching into her hand.

“I think,” she said slowly, ponderously, “that you need something here, my pet…”

A querying whimper filtered through his lips.

“Something that shows that I own you.” Her grip tightened again, but didn’t cut off his air supply. “After all… you did swear yourself to me. Said you would be my devoted little slaveboy….”

A memory flashed in his head… He did recall those words, just before he…. The memory got hazy, the images and sounds blurring in his head… Did he pass out after those words?

“…Didn’t you?” Her grip tightened, cutting off his air long enough to snap him back to the present.

He nodded rapidly, a strained whimper escaping around the gag. “Yefff, Miffweff!!”

Her grip loosened once more, fingers trailing along his neck, tracing small patterns before leaving entirely. He whimpered, trying to follow as far as his bonds would allow, then slumped back onto the sheets.

Weight shifted on the bed and he heard the unmistakable click of stilettos against the floor. She had stood up, and he could feel her gaze upon him still.

“Stay, pet. I’ll be back in a while to check on you.”

He felt her breath against his ear once more.

“And if you’re good,” she whispered, “I might put the collar on you.”

He squirmed in his bonds, toes curling.

“Would you like that, my pet?”

He nodded. “Yeff, Miffweff,” he mumbled around the hard rubber.

She laughed and caressed his cheek, whispering, “That’s a good boy…always wanting to please his Mistress….” He jumped as her hand slapped his face lightly. “Stay.”

Her hand left his face, leaving a tingle in his cheek, and he heard the click of her heels against the floor, walking away from him and the bed. The sound echoed in the bedchamber, keeping him disoriented.

The slam of a large, heavy door made him jump. His heart pounded as he heard the clattering of several locks…..

….then, silence. No other sound but that of his own heart and breathing.

He whimpered, fidgeting, tugging at his bonds, his cock still standing upright and hard.

He knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

“….mmmph….”

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I’m meeting Ms Constance for breakfast in a little while and I’m excited to meet her in person for the first time! After that – well, who knows what I’ll do for the rest of the day…

Join me this evening in chat for the Magic Bus at 10pm EST and I’ll see if I can drag Ms Constance along too. After the Magic Bus we’ll be having dinner/drinks/party/general debauchery with Ms Ally and the other LDW Mistresses so the Bus will be a sort of warm-up for that! There’ll be no new Magic Bus episode this week, but I hope to make up for that with the live broadcast of “Happy Hour with Constance and Catherine” tomorrow night. That’s an event that should not be missed.

I’ll be back later with more about my very first trip to America!

If you’d like to explore some aspect of femdom, then call me or, if you’d like to get to know me a little first, 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.

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Speaking of kinky – which we were – I’ve been meaning to mention a very kinky little sissy of mine. Her name is camille and she’s my baby girl. Well, I say baby girl because she’ll always be that to me, but of course she’s no baby! Actually she’s a very naughty young lady and has recently taken up cocksucking. I know that she will have performed wonderfully and I’m so very proud of her! Four hard, throbbing cocks on her very first attempt! She’s becoming such a little cocktease – I can’t think where she gets it from!

And congratulations are in order. I’m sure it will come as no surprise that tommie has won the “What Does the Magic Bus Look Like?” contest. You can see his entry here on my blog and I’m sure everyone will agree that he deserved to win the free 15-minute call with me. Congratulations tommie! Thanks to everyone who participated and look out for the next contest!

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Walking into the club is like walking into a wall of sound – the music, the loud chatter and laughter – the general buzz of excitement. I’m aware of you behind me – buzzing right along. It’s some time since you’ve been allowed to accompany me anywhere and your excitement is palpable. People turn to watch us come in, you following a couple of paces behind me, and I’m immediately aware of one person in particular looking us both up and down. Her gaze is frankly admiring when it’s directed towards you – challenging when she looks at me. I know what she’s thinking – “Who does this bitch think she is?” I also know that I’m very slightly overdressed for this place in my understated little black dress, sheerest black stockings and high heeled black suede pumps. I’m wearing my hair piled on the top of my head and diamonds sparkle in my ears. My fragrance insinuates its way into the senses of anyone nearby and threatens to intoxicate. The blonde woman standing at the bar takes in every inch of you – your good looks, your expensive shoes and watch and makes it quite obvious that she finds you worth challenging me for. We find ourselves a table and you order champagne without having to be told – for once! I know you’re on your best behaviour. You haven’t been allowed an orgasm for weeks now and I know that you’re still holding something of a grudge about the punishment I’ve meted out lately – punishment for who knows what? I sit back and prepare to watch the fun I’m confident is about to commence. Sure enough, I don’t have long to wait before I see you and the blonde exchanging at first discreet glances, and then smiles. I must admit that she’s good looking – if you like that sort of thing. Long blonde hair that could almost be natural, lovely tits – in fact the best that money can buy – and obviously not bright enough to be intimidating. So all things considered, I’m not surprised that you’re feeling in the mood for a little revenge – especially since you already had a couple of drinks before we got here. I tell you that I’ve seen some friends across the room and leave the table, finding a spot close enough to watch you but in a corner dark enough that you can’t see me. It only takes a minute for the blonde to join you at the table and begin flirting with you – tossing that hair, crossing and uncrossing her legs and making sure you get a good look into her deep cleavage. At some point I see you laugh and thrust your hand into that cleavage as if to test the depth. She doesn’t seem to mind. It’s not long before your hand is sliding up her legs, under her skirt and probing her panties. Assuming she’s wearing any of course. I know you must be excited and nervous – how far can you get before I come back and find you? I smile to myself as I watch you, a passing male misunderstands the smile and begins to approach me. I shrivel him with a look and he slinks away like a whipped dog. When I look back at you I’m a little surprised to see how far you’ve progressed. The blonde is on her knees between your thighs, undoing your pants. Your cock springs out to greet her – already hard from the anticipation and the sense of urgency. You waste no time in pushing her head down, forcing your cock into the back of her throat with one thrust. You close your eyes and tilt back your head – a groan I can’t hear escaping from your mouth. I watch your back arch as you try to thrust your hard throbbing cock even further down her throat as she begins a slow rhythmic sucking. The music pulsates in time to the bobbing of her head, the throbbing of your swollen prick. You’ve begged me for months now to take your cock in my mouth and I’ve always refused, although I’ve teased you on many occasions almost to the point of tears – my mouth so close to the tip of your cock that you can feel my warm breath caressing it, but always moving away with a laugh. The blonde looks up at you with her shiny red mouth full of cock and I see a look of triumph in her eyes. LOL – I’ll bet she thinks you’re thinking about HER. Her hands stroke your cock, cup and squeeze your balls as she sucks. I know how full those balls must be, how you must want to just let go and let your cock pump all that pent-up cum and frustration into her willing mouth. The pleasure would be doubly sweet, wouldn’t it? The pleasure of that orgasm so long denied with a touch of revenge to enhance the sensation. I drain my glass and walk towards the door. I have to pass your table and as I do so, without pausing, without missing a step, without even glancing your way, I snap my fingers *snap* and hear the blonde gasp as your cock is yanked unceremoniously from her mouth. You must have caught your hard cock against her teeth, or perhaps it’s difficult to stuff your hard dick back into your pants, because I hear you say “ouch” under your breath. I smile my secret smile again as I hear you zip up your pants and scramble to follow me. As you catch up and fall in behind me I hiss softly at you “Just wait until I get you home…” and laugh softly – imagining just how blue those balls of yours must be now…

If you’d like to explore some aspect of femdom, then call me or, if you’d like to get to know me a little first, 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.

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