The last time we saw Shrimp Boy he was nestled safely in the bra of the Giantess. He was sleeping soundly, snoring softly, against the squashy pillow of the Giantess’s nipple. He was surrounded by softness - soft, fragrant flesh, the silky softness of the bra - in fact the only hard thing was Shrimp Boy’s teeny tiny penis, which had stayed awake all the time he slept. As some of you will know, such is often the case with penises. Poor Shrimp Boy was rather rudely awakened from this comfortable sleep when the Giantess removed her bra - tumbling Shrimp Boy onto the cold hard floor of an enormous bathroom. Rubbing his little eyes and looking about him, Shrimp Boy saw that the Giantess was now completely naked. Being male - even such a tiny male - he was unable to keep his gaze from travelling up the length of the legs of the giant Mistress. The sight of those long smooth legs, and the place where they became even more interesting, made Shrimp Boy tremble with lust and fear combined. His teeny tiny penis was sending frantic messages to his brain - messages which related to penetration. But how could such a teeny tiny penis penetrate such a giant woman? Or perhaps the question should be WHERE could he penetrate such a giant woman? Perhaps his whole body could become… Just as Shrimp Boy was considering this profound matter, the giant Mistress stepped into the bath with a splash. A large hand scooped up Shrimp Boy and held him over the water which was covered in fragrant bubbles. Shrimp Boy was afraid for a moment - so afraid that his erection almost subsided - but the Giantess plopped him safely down on a large sponge floating in the water. Shrimp Boy was now floating directly in front of a pair of (to him) enormous breasts. They were like small islands - the smooth curves rising above the water with the nipples just visible beneath the surface. Shrimp Boy’s teeny tiny penis recovered from its fright and once again made its presence known. However, just as Shrimp Boy began to negotiate his “raft” between the two breasts, the giant Mistress asked him a question which struck fear into his heart. ” Little man - how long can you hold your breath?”

Will Shrimp Boy ever escape from the Giantess? Will he want to? Will his erection ever go away? Will he want it to? For the answers to these, and many other questions, you must listen to the continuing Erotic Adventures of Shrimp Boy.

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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As we walk up the front steps together, I lean over and say directly into your ear, “I let you come to this party with me as a special treat, little one, and I expect you to be a good boy. You’ll be the only male among a lot of beautiful women, and I don’t want you gawking at them or being a nuisance, so you behave!” I give your bottom a sharp little smack with my hand for emphasis. Inside, the living room and dining room are filled with elegantly dressed ladies and I see your eyes light up. As I make my way around to greet my lady friends, I notice that you are looking about and always trying to position yourself so that you can watch one of the ladies cross or uncross her legs or lean forward to pick up her glass, hoping no doubt for a glimpse of her cleavage or her stockings or even (as I’m sure you’re desperately hoping) her panties.

I grab your upper arm and yank you closer and say sternly, “I told you to behave yourself, and here you are leering at my girfriends. If you don’t stop that, I’ll have to put you over my knee and spank you right here in front of everyone. With your pants DOWN! Now go get us some punch.”

You blush hotly with embarrassment since I made no attempt to lower my voice and the ladies around us all heard me scold you. As you head for the refreshment table, my friend Gloria (with her gorgeous figure and perhaps the lowest-cut neckline in the room) smiles wickedly and walks to the other side of the punchbowl from you. She leans forward slowly and lets her hand linger on one of the glasses, giving you a long look directly down into her cleavage, showing you her lovely breasts cupped in a pretty lacy bra. As you drink in the sight, she raises her eyes and catches you looking, but she holds the position just a bit longer and smiles again, looking first at you and then over at me.

I walk over to you and grab your ear with one hand and one of the dining room chairs with the other, and I drag you and the chair out to the middle of the room, scolding you all the way. “I told you not to gawk at my girlfriends, and you disobeyed, and now you’re going to get a good, sound spanking!” I sit down in the chair and unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants as you meekly protest. By the time I have pulled down your pants, everyone in the room is watching with amusement. They see you standing there in front of me with your pants around your ankles showing off the pretty pink panties that I make you wear under all your clothing.

“Isn’t that adorable?” Gloria remarks as she sees me grasp your panties and whisk them down as well, and then turn you over my knee. I begin to spank you hard, and your face burns with shame as well as your bare bottom. It seems to go on forever, but then Gloria reaches into her handbag and produces a large pink wooden hairbrush and asks if I wouldn’t like to use that. I thank her and take the hairbrush, and then I continue to spank and spank and spank. I can’t tell if you are crying more from embarrassment or from the sting in your backside.

When I think your bottom is the proper shade of red, I march you to the corner and tell you to stand there with your pants down while I go back to conversing with my friends. You can hear them talking and laughing behind you, but you know you’re not allowed to turn around. Now they all know you’re a naughty little pantyboy and they can all see your soundly-spanked bottom. And you are fully aware that I will give you another spanking when we get home. But that’s another story…

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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Didn’t you think it a little strange when I asked you to meet me at the corner of the street - especially that particular street in that particular neighbourhood at that particularly late hour? Perhaps you were just pondering the strangeness of it all when that big black limo pulled up and those four men bundled you unceremoniously inside. You were overwhelmed by the unexpectedness of it - by the sheer force of numbers. With that hood over your head and the loud music playing inside the car there was no way of knowing where you were driven. And now here you are bound hand and foot to a chair. You’re completely naked - apart from the hood over your head - but there’s so much rope wrapped tightly around your body that you may as well be clothed. You’re blindfolded, white noise is played through ear buds and you’ve lost all concept of time. Have you been here days or weeks? There’s no way to measure the passing of time. Occasionally someone will come in and put food in front of you. Well, sometimes it’s in front of you - sometimes it’s just out of reach - the smell tantalising. You’ve tried to measure the time between meals but it’s impossible. Sometimes you’ll be fed some sumptuous meal and then what seems like minutes later you’ll be fed again. Sometimes the meal is not so sumptuous is it? It’s rancid and foul but you’re so hungry that you’ll eat anything - now it must be days since you were last fed. Or is it? At first you worried about what might have happened to me but now your mind is incapable of coherent thought. A couple of times you’ve caught the merest hint of my perfume - or have you? You’ve tried screaming - or at least you think you have - you can’t even hear yourself through the ear buds. At first you were outraged - angry, then afraid but now you’re beyond even the humiliation of being hosed down periodically to remove the filth accumulating on and around your body. You’re beyond all human emotion - reduced to a trussed and stinking whimpering, bundle - and then you smell me - my perfume my flesh and your blindfold is removed, the ear buds pulled roughly out and you tremble, cringing before me. I’m dressed in a way you’ve never seen before. Gone is the rather conservative business-woman. Instead I’m wearing thigh length black leather boots, a black leather corset so tightly laced that you could span my waist with your hands. My hair is drawn back tightly from my face - my face completely devoid of colour except for the rich crimson lipstick - a colour that matches perfectly the tiny satin panties I’m wearing with the corset. My breasts swell indecently over the top, threatening to spill out completely if I move too suddenly. I stare at you completely without expression and uncover a tray full of, well, “instruments”. As you look at them the hair begins to rise on the back of your neck and you hear me say, “Darling, what do you think the opposite of sensory deprivation must be? Sensory overload? Let’s see, shall we?” and you realise that the torment is not over, but instead, only beginning…

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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Once upon a time there was a tiny little shrimp of a man. He didn’t know he was such a shrimp - he thought he was normal size. He lived his life happily, but uneventfully, in what he thought was an enormous forest, although it was in fact a rather beautiful garden. Now this garden belonged to three beautiful women - Mistresses in fact - who lived in a mansion and spent their time torturing men in various and exotic ways. One day, one of the Mistresses was out in the garden picking flowers, taking a little break from the routine of torment, when to her surprise she found the shrimpy little man lying in a sunflower - basking naked in the warm sunlight. The Mistress was a little startled, but not afraid for a Mistress is afraid of nothing. However, the little shrimpy man was terrified! He awoke from his warm doze to see a large, albeit beautiful, face looming above him. The large red lips and strong white teeth frightened him most of all! What was this enormous woman - a giantess? Frozen with fear, the little shrimpy man could do nothing as the woman plucked him from his flowery bed and placed him in the palm of her hand. Well, well little shrimpy man - what shall we do with you? The Mistress took the little man to show the other Mistresses and a great argument ensued. The other two Mistresses saw him merely as a tasty morsel. One wanted to drop him into a pot of boiling water and the other wanted to eat him alive - to feel him wriggling and struggling inside her mouth before swallowing him whole. They tossed the little man into the air between them and laughed to see his feeble efforts to escape. They played with him as cats will play with a mouse. Fortunately for the little shrimpy man, the Mistress who had found him was a vegetarian and had no interest in eating him. She rescued him from her greedy sisters and held him up by one ankle - upside down with his teeny penis waving in the air. She took him and slipped him down the front of her dress - down into the deep, dark, warm crevice between her breasts. The little man was relieved to feel himself slip into that smooth, warm, fragrant place. As he felt the giant breasts close around him his curiosity, not to mention his penis, was aroused and he felt the urge to explore the situation in which he found himself and scrambling against one smooth breast, began to seek a giant nipple. When he found it, the poor little man was so exhausted from his adventures that all he could do was to wrap his arms around the nipple, which began to harden at his touch, and rest his head against the large, pink pillow it became. The little shrimp boy felt safe and warm nestled there and he fell into a deep sleep, his teeny, tiny penis erect, and pressing against the enormous nipple.

Meanwhile, the giantess was enjoying the feel of this tiny creature wriggling around in her bra and smiled a sly, secret smile. For you see, boys and girls, even though the giantess had no appetite for meat, she had a voracious appetite of another kind and the erotic possibilities of such a tiny man seemed to her, endless…

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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Join me tomorrow night for the latest in the Mistress parties. The theme’s going to be the Rocky Horror Show and I can’t wait to see what’s in store! All your favourite Mistresses will be there, and perhaps even some you’ve never met before. I’ll expect you in the communitykink.com chat room at 9 pm est - sharp! In the meantime, go to mistressmadness.com to find out about all the contests and prizes lined up. See you there…

Empress Catherine
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I see you watching me as I leave for work in the mornings. I feel your eyes on me as I walk away from my house - your eyes glued to the sight of my legs, my bottom, in my sharp business suit. Sometimes you’re there again when I get home in the evening. I see you. Standing there with your tongue practically hanging out - hoping to catch a glimpse of cleavage as I bend to pick up my newspaper. Looking at the curve of my buttocks, the length of my legs. I can read you like a book - a cheap, pulp fiction kind of book. I can see what you’re thinking “That snooty bitch - I know what she needs…” And you think you’re just the man to give it to me, don’t you? So when I invite you over to my house one evening - an evening when your wife’s away - you think you’re on a promise.

And so here we sit - you with a glass of wine in your hand, a stupid grin on your face and an erection in your pants. When I ask you if you’d like to have some fun I almost expect to see you begin to drool. You’re like a little boy who’s just been invited into the candy store. I tell you to strip and wear this blindfold, to allow me to bind your hands behind your back, and you’re thinking - “Wow - this chick’s kinkier than I thought, but what the hell…”

You can’t imagine how absurd you look - kneeling there naked, your silly cock sticking out - that ridiculous grin still on your face. You almost whimper in anticipation as I stroke and kiss your face. The fusion of the heat, the incense and the music, befuddle you so that you don’t hear the door open - the men entering the room. All you hear is me whispering, “Darling, open your mouth - I have a delicious surprise for you” and I DO have a surprise! As I grab your hair, yank your head back, your mouth is forced open. A hard, hot, fat cock is stuffed into your mouth without ceremony. You try to rise but I’m standing behind you now, forcing your head back painfully and you hear the sound of male laughter in the room. How many men? You don’t know, but you’re about to find out. The first fucker of your mouth has just shot his load down the back of your throat and the next is taking his place.

Oh dear, your face is getting very red and, are those tears running from under your blindfold? You’re not choking are you? And yet - look how hard your cock is! I bend and whisper in your ear, “You see darling, I know what YOU need” and I know that the next time you see me coming, you’ll lower your eyes.

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 at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out will friends, relax and listen to some music, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

Empress Catherine
800-356-6169
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Next week’s party is The Temptation Train and I’m sure you can expect lot of temptation from your favourite Mistresses! I love train rides - the romantic possibilities, the rhythm of the train itself, those mysterious fellow-passengers.   I’ll be there - prowling the corridors - hoping to tempt some helpless little subbie…

To find out more about our October parties, check out the web site at mistressmadness.com. The fun has just begun!

Empress Catherine
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Are you feeling lucky? Do you have a secret Bond fantasy? Have you always wanted to be James Bond or, perhaps, one of those gorgeous Bond girls? Then join us at Casino Royale next Saturday night. Your hosts will be Mistresses Jill, Samantha, Mallory, Sophia, Lauren, Alana, Celeste, Vanessa and Catherine but you’ll have to come along to find out who else might stop in. In the meantime, find out more at mistressmadness.com. So whether you see yourself as Sean Connery or Daniel Craig, as Pussy Galore or Miss Moneypenny you’re bound to be on a winning streak in our Casino. Join us at communitykink.com on Saturday, October 11 at 9 pm - of course you might end up losing more than your shirt…

Empress Catherine
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You’re waiting behind the door when I get home - just the way you’re supposed to. I can see the slight quivering in your body as you take my coat and briefcase.

You ask me the usual banal questions, “How was your day?”, “How was the traffic?” and I see no need to answer you. I sit down on the special chair. The skirt of my tailored Italian suit rides up as I sit. The flush starts in your face and spreads down to your naked chest and belly. I cross one finely stockinged leg over the other and wait. You kneel before me and your glance travels up the length of my leg. My skirt has ridden up just enough so that you can see the edge of my stocking tops. Your mouth suddenly becomes dry as you try to lick your lips. You know better than to keep me waiting, and you begin to remove my shoe. You pause a moment to enjoy the sight of it dangling from my toe. You love the sensual arch of my foot don’t you? You remove the shoe and bury your face in it - inhaling the intoxicating aroma - the mingled scent of the fine leather, my foot, the exotic fragrance I always wear. The effect on your penis is instant and unmistakable. I laugh softly - my first acknowledgement of your presence - as you remove the other shoe. You long to plunge your hard cock into the soft, warm, aromatic recesses of the shoe but you know that’s forbidden. Instead you put the shoes aside and turn your attention to my stockings. Your breathing quickens. I’m aware that you’re inclined to take liberties at this point - but tonight I’m feeling lenient. You run your hands over my foot, my ankle and up to my calf. You touch the soft area behind my knee that you love so much. Your hands are shaking now as you unfasten the stocking and begin to slide it down my long silky leg. You remove the stockings and watch, entranced, as I flex and stretch my toes. You hold your breath - just how good a mood am I in? Will you be rewarded this evening for your devotion? I stretch my long white toes towards your hard cock and your breath quickens - your heart beats faster. The toes of one foot touch and curl around the tip of your penis while the other foot begins to rub the underside of your balls. The bliss overwhelms you. You are weak with pleasure and you begin to whimper in anticipation. Will I continue? It will only take another moment of such caresses to bring release. You look directly into my eyes for the first time this evening and see passion and desire. Your heart skips a beat. What is it I desire this evening - your release or your torment

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 at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out will friends, relax and listen to some music, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

Empress Catherine
800-356-6169
http://www.voxerotic.com/main.php?action=show&tease=138