Spanking?

I keep getting this question “What’s your favourite type of call?”, which is a natural-enough question of course, but one that can be difficult to answer – especially when I genuinely enjoy listening to all kinds of fantasies and fetishes. So while I can’t say exactly what subject I like to talk about, I think I can say something about the way I like a call to be. I love creating another world based on the caller’s fantasy, whether it’s a sissy who wants to be taken on a shopping expedition for new undies, or a stroker-boy who wants to wank for me just the way I like it. Sometimes the world we create and enter together is passionate and intense and quite dark. Often, on those occasions, the only sound I hear is the of whimpering broken only by a little begging. If the sissy call had a touch of lace, then this call would have a touch of leather. Speaking of leather, on a related subject I’m often asked what I’m wearing while I’m on a call. While I’m not always encased in leather (believe it or not!), you can be sure I’m always wearing something sexy – including make-up and fragrance. Well you do want me in the right kind of mood, don’t you? Of course if you’ve arranged a call in advance and it involves, for instance, a spanking or caning session, then you can be sure I’ll be wearing the leather corset and my cane and/or crop will be close at hand!

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 and join me for my hosted chat, The Cock Whisperer, on Thursdays at 9pm EST.

EMPRESS CATHERINE: 800-601-6975

For an erotic phone session with Empress Catherine, call 800-601-6975 Must be 18+ Calls are $2.50 per minute, with a 10 minute minimum Discreetly billed to your credit card http://ratemycall.com

]]> http://www.strokemistress.com/2010/04/my-favourite-phone-sex/feed/ 14 http://www.strokemistress.com/2010/02/ready-for-the-kinky-radio-party/ http://www.strokemistress.com/2010/02/ready-for-the-kinky-radio-party/#comments Sat, 27 Feb 2010 22:35:50 +0000 catherine http://www.strokemistress.com/?p=1400 Tomorrow night’s the special birthday edition of the Magic Bus – so are you ready for some kinky radio? Is your birthday suit all nicely ironed – no wrinkles allowed! I know mine will be silky smooth and ready for the road. In honour of my birthday, and to say

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Remember, if you’re only listening to our kinky radio, then you’re missing half the fun – you really need to be in the chat room too! Join us in the Cock Radio Room at 10pm EST on Sunday for a twisted tour on my Magic Bus, oh and if there’s anything special you’d like me to play on Sunday, just send me an e-mail and I’ll see what I can do – I make NO rash promises! Speaking of rashes, a birthday suit is not mandatory for the occasion, but I know I’ll be wearing mine…

See you at the party kinksters!

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 and join me for Cock Whisperer on Thursdays at 9pm EST. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some cool tunes and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

EMPRESS CATHERINE: 800-601-6975

For an erotic phone session with Empress Catherine, call 800-601-6975
Must be 18+
Calls are $2.50 per minute, with a 10 minute minimum
Discreetly billed to your credit card
http://ratemycall.com

All characters in this story are fictitious and the naughty schoolboy is, of course, over the age of 18. Perhaps if he’d paid more attention to his school work and less attention to his school mistress, he may not have been kept behind…

The naughty schoolboy lay, panting, over the knees of the School Mistress. His body shuddered in aftershocks from the force of his orgasm and he kept his eyes closed – delaying his return to reality as long as he could. His afterglow didn’t last long! The School Mistress stood up abruptly, tumbling the boy to the floor where he lay helplessly – legs still weak and trembling from his uncontrolled spurting; bottom still sore and red from his spanking. “Just look at the disgusting mess you’ve made you filthy boy!” The School Mistress shouts at him. “I really think there must be something wrong with you – stand up so I can look at you!” The boy struggles to his feet, pulling up his pyjama pants as he does so, and stands sheepishly in front of the Mistress. He flinches as her arm shoots out, but she only places her hand on his forehead. “Yes,” she says “Your forehead is quite hot, your face is flushed and you seem to be constantly in some state of arousal.” The boy is speechless with indignation. Of course he’s in a constant state of arousal – how can he be any other way around her?! For once, he wisely decides to say nothing and hangs his head in a manner he feels sure will go SOME way towards placating the angry School Mistress – fighting the urge to mutter obscenities under his breath. “Yesss…” she says again “I really think you should pay a visit to the new School Nurse – let her examine you and see what she thinks”. The School Mistress ignores for the moment the sticky mess on her smooth thighs and sits down to write a note which she thrusts into the boy’s hand. “Here take this to the Nurse and I’ll call her to tell her you’re on your way – so no detours!” The boy is in such a state of confusion that he merely takes the note, nods and plods off on quivering legs towards the Nurse’s office.

The sight that greets him as he opens the office door is a little disconcerting – perhaps he should have knocked first. His first view of the new School Nurse is of her ample bottom! She’s reaching across a desk, the navy blue dress hiked up, showing opaque black stockings and an expanse of smooth white thigh and the lower edge of round buttocks. The boy coughs nervously and the School Nurse straightens up and turns around. “Ah there you are!” she says “I’ve been expecting you – strip!” The schoolboy takes in the the sight of the nurse in her rather right uniform – breasts straining behind a white starched apron, pale blonde hair scraped back under a white cap starched quite as savagely as the apron, and realises he has no choice but to comply. He stands there, pale and shivering as the Nurse looks him over – from every angle! Only his insolent cock shows no sign of embarrassment and betrays his appreciation of the Nurse’s womanly curves. As he waits for the next stage of the examination, he hears the door open behind him and the unmistakable click of the School Mistress’s high heels. He feels the remaining blood in his face drain – and we know exactly where it goes, don’t we? He groans inwardly, but whether in dread or in anticipation or a combination of the two, even HE doesn’t know. “Oh good!” says the School Mistress with undisguised glee – you haven’t started yet – I wouldn’t want to miss anything! Please carry on as if I weren’t here.” “Oh yes” says the Nurse “You haven’t missed anything at all – I was just about to take his temperature – now then boy, bend over!” The naughty schoolboy hears the snapping on of rubber gloves behind him and, as he takes a deep, but rather shaky breath, the sound of the School Mistress saying “Ooooh – that’s a big one! I don’t think I’ve ever seen a thermometer THAT big before!” “Yes” says the Nurse “It’s a rather special one I had custom-made for just these cases – it will probe his prostate at the same time – I DO think that’s so important, don’t you?” The school boy closed his eyes tightly as he heard the School Mistress chuckle evilly. He, of course, knew exactly what that meant…

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 and join me for Cock Whisperer on Thursdays at 9pm EST. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some cool tunes and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

EMPRESS CATHERINE: 800-601-6975

For an erotic phone session with Empress Catherine, call 800-601-6975
Must be 18+
Calls are $2.50 per minute, with a 10 minute minimum
Discreetly billed to your credit card
http://ratemycall.com

]]> http://www.strokemistress.com/2010/02/the-school-mistress-part-xi/feed/ 1 http://www.strokemistress.com/2009/10/on-his-knees/ http://www.strokemistress.com/2009/10/on-his-knees/#comments Mon, 26 Oct 2009 21:34:31 +0000 catherine http://www.strokemistress.com/?p=1058 An erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

Your knees are just fucking killing you! She walks into the room and sees you kneeling there naked. She can tell you’re trying to hide the fact that your cock responded even to the sound of her entering the room. She crosses the floor with

Continue reading On His Knees

All characters in this story are fictitious and the naughty schoolboy is, of course, over the age of 18. Perhaps if he’d paid more attention to his school work and less attention to his school mistress, he may not have been kept behind…

The naughty schoolboy stood there in front of the entire class – his trousers around his knees – in just his school shirt and tie and the “punishment panties”. Of course, truth to tell, the “punishment panties” had ceased to be any kind of punishment some time ago. This, however, was a whole new, fresh hell. The heat in his blushing face was matched only by the heat in his cock. How could this be? The more the other boys sniggered and whispered, the redder his face became and the more painfully stiff his cock became! He felt his body overwhelmed by a wave of humiliation. He hung his head and watched his cock pushing (quite cheerfully it seemed to him) against the fabric of the silky pink panties. Bad enough that the other boys had seen the panties – but his erection! The boy began to feel faint with embarrassment when he heard the School Mistress addressing the class, “Now keep the noise down boys – I know he looks funny to you – standing there in that condition – but he’s about to demonstrate the correct procedure for dealing with an erect penis. Aren’t you, boy?” What? The boy’s mind whirled – she couldn’t possibly be serious, could she? Surely this was some kind of joke? He looked at her face and while he was able to detect a trace of amusement – there was certainly nothing to indicate any kind of joke. He swallowed. Hard. “Now then,” the School Mistress continued, “Perhaps you’d like to begin by explaining why you’re wearing those girl’s panties under your school uniform?” The boy struggled to answer, “Please miss, you told me to wear them.” “I told you to wear those panties today – is that what you’re saying?” “Well, no Miss, you didn’t tell me to wear them today…” “No – I thought not. So you’re wearing them just because you felt like it?” The boy found that he had nothing else to say on the matter and stood silent. “Cat got your tongue?” the School Mistress demanded. “Well then, you’d better proceed”. Proceed? Proceed with what? Surely she didn’t expect him to stand there and wank in front of his classmates. Apparently she did. Suddenly the classroom was quite silent. Not a boy spoke but all eyes were on the naughty schoolboy and his insistent cock.

The boy gave his cock a sort of experimental squeeze and was dismayed to feel it’s instant response. A sigh rippled around the room and the boy was slightly emboldened. He slid his hand inside the panties and gave his cock a firmer squeeze and began to stroke it with a slow, teasing rhythm. Best to just get it over with quickly perhaps. In another second he’d almost forgotten about his audience. All except for one member. The School Mistress had moved closer to him and her eyes were focussed on his hard, throbbing cock. His stroking quickened and his breathing matched it. He began to pant and moan and an echoing moan could be heard from the other boys. By now every cock in the room was hard. The School Mistress’s intent gaze was almost enough to push the boy over the edge and into orgasm. His mind filled with images of her. Unspeakable, filthy images. There was an overwhelming impression of panting, clutching, sweating bodies. Of hair, lips, tongues… The boy cried out in his agony and ecstasy and as he was about to plunge into the oblivion of his orgasm, the School Mistress said sharply “Very well – that’s enough now!” Enough? Enough! It wasn’t enough for the naughty schoolboy! “But Miss!!” cried the boy, “Never mind – I’ve decided I don’t want any mess in the classroom. We’ll continue this another time. I think that perhaps I should give you another punishment”, she said with a sinister swish of her cane. The boy could have wept from frustration; could have struck the School Mistress in disappointment. But wait, she’d said “another time” – what did she mean by that? Hmmmm – I wonder…?

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.

Empress Catherine 800-356-6169
www.phonesexteasing.com and www.cuckoldfantasycalls.com

If you’re having trouble keeping up with all the special events, the kinky radio shows and hosted chats happening in the floating world, then we have a new site that should help you out. Here’s the link for themistressshow.com where you’ll find everything you need to know about what’s happening, although it seems to me that whatever the topic, there always seems to be an element of cockteasing somewhere. Or is that just me?

This week seems to be full of surprises – the good kind! Not only did our good friend ttryt donate a new microphone for the benefit of all Magic Bus fans (and fans of my audios in general I suppose) but this morning I received a rather special postcard. It was from one of the more laconic Usual Suspects, who was recently on vacation in my favourite city. Of course he may have been under the influence of a variety of substances (it’s really not for me to say) but I was happy to know that he didn’t forget about us on his travels.

I’ve already received a couple of entries for the current Magic Bus contest, so get yours in soon! You DO want to win a prize, don’t you? If nothing else, you could be in line for a spot of public humiliation (there’s always a silver lining!).

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.

Empress Catherine 800-356-6169
www.phonesexteasing.com and www.cuckoldfantasycalls.com

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

Is it fear or desire that trembles your hand as you pass me the cane? I tilt your face towards me, look into your eyes and the answer is there. You swallow visibly. Your heart beats so hard, so fast, that it too seems palpable as you kneel there, naked. Well, not quite naked. The stiff leather collar chafes your neck and I can tell you’d like to adjust it, to relieve the irritation even just a little. But you don’t. You don’t dare. And here we are again – back to that age-old paradox. If you disobey or displease me, you know your punishment will be harsher. And yet you seek that punishment, crave the pain. So what would the punishment be? Would it be more intense pain, or would it be pain withheld? You never really know do you? Of course at this stage you can think of little else but the desire to be bent over my knee, your hard cock pressing against my firm, smooth thigh; your arse throbbing from all the welts arranged there by my cane. Your body becomes one all-encompassing throb doesn’t it? The pain and the desire mingling until your heart, your cock, your burning buttocks throb in unison. But perhaps today you’ll be denied the warmth of my lap. Today your additional punishment might mean that you’re tied to the whipping bench. That cold leather offering no comfort, but perhaps an added piquancy to the agony inflicted by my cane. But for now you are content to be under my control. Your ego included in the power-exchange pact. How is it that when you become this little boy, awaiting punishment and absolution at the hands of your Mistress, you feel more of a man than at any other time? Perhaps there’s no need to solve this mystery of desire, perhaps you need only take a deep breath and allow yourself to be swept away. I sit, flex the cane and give you the signal to bend over my lap. When you’re in place, I trace the tip of my cane down the length of your spine, lightly marking the outline of the welts I plan to make on your bottom. Your cock pulsates against my stocking top, making me smile, and your balls tighten as you take that deep breath and surrender yourself completely to me and to desire.

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 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.

Empress Catherine 800-356-6169
www.phonesexteasing.com and www.cuckoldfantasycalls.com

All characters in this story are fictitious and the naughty schoolboy is, of course, over the age of 18. Perhaps if he’d paid more attention to his school work and less attention to his school mistress, he may not have been kept behind…

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

The naughty schoolboy had been left – once again – frustrated and shaking. On trembling legs he managed to dress himself and get back to the dormitory he shared with the other boys before throwing himself on his bed and bursting into tears of frustration and disappointment. His hard cock felt as if it would never subside but he knew there was no time to take care of it now. It was difficult enough to find any private time for masturbation and he didn’t want any of the other boys to come in and catch him stroking. He couldn’t help giving himself a little squeeze, however, and caught his breath as his penis throbbed in response.

Little did he know that he had already been observed. Through the crack of the half-open door, the School Mistress had seen his outburst – and the squeezing of his cock. A small smile appeared on her face before it resumed its habitual ice-cool expression. The sight of the boy’s tears had moved her in a way that might have surprised him if he’d known about it. The School Mistress tucked away the memory of those tears in the back of her mind, to be taken out and savoured at night in her cool, white bed. Her mind held many such memories of boys tortured and tormented and one of her greatest pleasures was to relive them as she lay naked and alone touching and stroking herself with an abandon that would have shocked the boys in her charge. She tiptoed quietly away, thinking all the time of what the boy’s next suffering might be.

The next morning, despite a night haunted by dreams starring his cruel Mistress – dreams of a quite filthy nature – the boy was confident that he was going to keep a low profile and not allow himself to be caught up in the School Mistress’s game again. He DID decide that he should wear the “punishment panties” under his school uniform – but only because he didn’t want to give the Mistress any reason to punish him again. She might just decide to do a spot check! Yes – that was the only reason. It had nothing at all to do with the way the silky fabric felt against his penis and balls. The boy managed to keep his head for most of the lesson that day. Managed not to be TOO distracted by the sight of the School Mistress walking up and down the classroom as she read to the boys. Not TOO distracted by the sight of her silken legs and feet in their fine stockings and high-heeled shoes. Although, when he closed his eyes to avoid looking at her, the slight susurration of her stocking tops as she walked past him almost undid his resolve – as did the sound of her cane as she tapped it absently against her calf. The lesson continued and the boy felt that he might just make it to the end unscathed and even allowed himself an occasional glance at the Schoolmistress’s trim figure as she walked about the room. Unfortunately, a piercing glance in his direction was enough to cause his cock to betray him once again. He felt it stiffen inside the silky panties as her eyes transfixed him. “Oh yes” she said to him “I almost forgot – I wanted to congratulate you on your essay this week. I think you should come out to the front of the class and read it aloud to all of us!” The boy felt himself blush but thought that he could handle this. After what he’d been through the past few days, reading in front of the class was nothing! Now if only he could get his cock to recede a bit. He made his way slowly to the front of the class and stood there facing the other boys – confident that his semi-erect cock was not discernible. The School Mistress, of course, had other ideas. “Oh no, boy – not there – I want you to stand up here on this chair”. The boy had little choice but to do as she indicated, but as soon as he was on the chair the School Mistress laughed in that soft, dangerous way she had. “Oh dear – what’s this? Do you have something in your pocket?” Now this was an awkward question – how best to answer it? Because he had nothing in his pants except for his hard cock and his frilly panties – so what should he say? As it happened, his throat was suddenly so dry that he could say nothing at all, but his face blushed a bright shade of red. A sort of smacked-bottom shade of red one might say. A ripple of laughter travelled around the room and the boy flushed even more. “Well, since you won’t answer, I think we’d better see for ourselves – drop your pants.” The boy felt his chest tighten. He couldn’t drop his pants – couldn’t let the other boys see what he wore underneath. “You’d better drop your pants if you don’t want another lesson in discipline…” the School Mistress told him. Reluctantly, with his head hanging in shame, the boy dropped his pants to a rising tide of laughter and derision from his classmates and finally stood there will the frilly pink panties clearly displayed and his cock – that ever-traitorous member, betraying his true feelings about such humiliation! “Well”, said the School Mistress – a wicked grin lighting up her face “What are we to do about this? Perhaps you need a lesson of a different sort. Yes – I’m thinking a demonstration for the rest of the class…” The poor schoolboy’s heart sank, even as his penis rose, and he wondered (not for the first time) just what she meant by THAT?

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.

Empress Catherine 800-356-6169
www.phonesexteasing.com and www.cuckoldfantasycalls.com

Speaking of Ms Constance, we had a fun time (as always) in our Hosted Chat today – “Happy Hour With Constance and Catherine”. The fetish for the day was foot/shoe fetish and we had lots of links as well as some interesting facts (and even gossip!) that Ms Constance manage to dig up for us. Join us next week to find out what the fetish of the day will be. Whether you’re a sissy, a cuckold, or if you’re into tease and denial, you’re sure to have a good time in Happy Hour! The fetish of the day may not be one that you enjoy, but it’s always fun to see what other people are into. Or is that just me?

Anyway, here’s a pic of my t-shirt (and riding crop!) – I love them both!

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 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.

Empress Catherine 800-356-6169
www.phonesexteasing.com and www.cuckoldfantasycalls.com