Shame!

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 . . . → Read More: Mistress Wants Cock]]>

Another erotic bedtime story from Catherine.

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/2009/11/the-mistress-by-cliff/ http://www.strokemistress.com/2009/11/the-mistress-by-cliff/#comments Thu, 19 Nov 2009 19:42:23 +0000 Catherine http://www.strokemistress.com/?p=1038 Many thanks to my little pet cliffy, for writing this story for me. See my “Free Audios” page to listen.

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 . . . → Read More: The Mistress, by Cliff]]>

Many thanks to my little pet cliffy, for writing this story for me. See my “Free Audios” page to listen.

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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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 . . . → Read More: Desire]]>

DESIRE – another erotic bedtime story by Catherine

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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.

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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 . . . → Read More: In the Heat of Your Secret Mistress]]>

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.

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