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.

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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.

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: 800-601-6975

(Calls are $2.50 per minute, minimum of 10 minutes, billed to your credit card)
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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….”

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: 800-601-6975

(Calls are $2.50 per minute, minimum of 10 minutes, billed to your credit card)
www.phonesexteasing.com and www.cuckoldfantasycalls.com

The contest made me think that many of your are, in addition to being cuckolds, sissies, stroker-boys, etc., exhibitionists – or as I like to say “sexybitionists” but may not know about our site at www.strokeforme.com. I love to watch a caller showing me what he’s got on webcam and some of my most enjoyable calls have involved a horny caller and a webcam! Small penis humiliation in particular takes on a whole new dimension when I can actually see that cock in action! So just bear that in mind when you’re thinking about a call, whether you have a small cock you want me to see or you’re into guided masturbation. Go to our site at strokeforme.com to find out more.

A reminder that the Magic Bus on Sunday will be the “All Blues Special” episode so you can expect plenty of cool tunes as well as a new kinky bedtime story! I think you can expect something a little different this week – that’s all I’m saying!

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 800-601-6975 (Calls are $1.99 per minute, minimum of 10 minutes, billed to your credit card)
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The Happy Hour after that will be on 28 October and so there will be something of a Halloween flavour to the chat that day. The lovely Ms Constance and I will be offering a couple of prizes for the Best Cock Costume and the Worst Cock Costume. We’ll be giving away a free ten-minute call in each category. Whether you’re a sissy or a cuckold, a stroker boy or a strapon training enthusiast, you should be able to come up with something!

And the third, and perhaps the most exciting, event that Ms Constance and I have planned for your delectation will take place on Monday, 9 November when we’ll be airing a live “Happy Hour Vegas Special” from our hotel room in Las Vegas. Watch this space for more details about that, but mark your calendars and make sure you’ll be available to have some fun in the CockRadio room at 8 pm EST on that date. This will be a good chance for those of you who aren’t usually available to join us at our lunch-time chats to see what you’ve been missing!

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 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

This week we’ll be adding a new dimension to Happy Hour with Ms Constance playing a few of her favourite tunes on our favourite kinky radio station – CockRadio. I’m looking forward to seeing you all there enjoying the chat and the music at 1pm EST on Wednesday in the Special Events Room at www.communitykink.com.

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

This week, not only will we be taking suggestions for NEXT week’s topic, but Ms Constance will be taking requests for whatever music you’d like to enjoy along with the chat. Yes, Ms Constance will be making her mistress radio debut!

Join us today to enjoy a light-hearted look at our twisted version of the Pleasure Principle and if that’s not what lights your fire, then tell us YOUR favourite topics for upcoming Happy Hours. Whether you’re a cuckold or a crossdresser, a pain slut or a sissy, we want to hear from you! Also, don’t forget that after the show I’ll be taking calls from you on any subject you want to talk about.

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

We know, don’t we? We know what the giantess meant when she asked “Who wants to be first?” Only poor little Shrimp Boy doesn’t realise that the thing he’s tied to is a giant strap-on. And that’s where we left him – tied firmly to the Spiteful Giantess’s strap-on, all oiled up and ready – jutting out from her hips. In their excitement to begin this new game with the little tiny man, the giantess sisters were ignoring Shrimp Boy’s protestations. Even though he didn’t know what they were going to do with him, he at least had sense enough to know that he wasn’t going to like it! Or, was he…? Perhaps that might depend upon which one of the sisters was “going to be first”. It’s true that he felt considerably cheered up (not to mention hardened up) at the sight of the Beautiful Giantess kneeling on the edge of the huge bed, her dress up around her waist, and the Stupid Giantess peeling down the pretty, lacy panties. Her thighs were parted and the cleft between her smooth,firm buttocks had a sort of entrancing effect on Shrimp Boy – not to mention the effect it had on his little penis. “Now what?” asked the Stupid Giantess (I told you she was stupid, didn’t I?) In answer, the Spiteful Giantess merely laughed and the Beautiful Giantess said breathlessly, PLEASE! Which, as we all know, could mean a lot of things. Certainly our intrepid hero had a wonderful view as the Spiteful Giantess approached the bed, grabbed her sister’s hips and positioned the strap-on (and of course Shrimp Boy) at the entrance of her sister’s pretty cunt. Shrimp Boy was close enough to feel the heat emanating from the moist flesh and marvelled at the shades of pink and red looming over his tiny head. For a moment his life flashed before his eyes (it only took a moment – he hadn’t actually done much yet) and Shrimp Boy found himself at yet another crossroads in his short life. Should he simply accept his fate, at the risk of his life? After all, what a way to die – engulfed by the glorious giant cunt! Or should he struggle to escape? The little tiny man took a deep breath, partly in an attempt to survive the ordeal facing him and partly to savour the intoxicating aroma coming from the Beautiful Giantess’s labia. His teeny tiny cock was fully prepared to do it’s part – acting as a sort of brake – as it hardened and swelled to it’s full microscopic size. It throbbed and pulsated eagerly – sensing the fulfilment of it’s desire for release. Shrimp Boy felt the moist flesh press against his little face and then, just before he was at the stage where he wouldn’t have been able to hear anything, he heard the Stupid Sister say “Wait – stop!” and felt himself being withdrawn. What is it now? Will Shrimp Boy’s cock ever find itself inside the Beautiful Sister? Will it ever find fulfilment? Will the Stupid Giantess ever shut up? To find out the answers to these – and other vital questions – you’ll have to look out for the next episode of the Erotic Adventures of Shrimp Boy.

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

Magic Bus Exterior

Magic Bus Interior

You might need to find a way to enlarge the pics – especially the interior – in order to see the detail. Please do if you can – it’s worth it!

P.S. – For the full effect, tommie’s made a large version available on at flickr. Just click on the link here…

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