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…

When the naughty schoolboy awoke early that morning, he found that his customary morning erection felt even more urgent than usual – despite the explosive release the night before. Or perhaps BECAUSE of that release and the fantasies leading to it. He crept from the dormitory without waking the other boys and tiptoed through the silent early-morning school to the room of the School Mistress. He had no idea what he would do when he got there, but the compulsion to seek her out was overwhelming. So it was that the School Mistress was awakened from her own feverish dreams by the sound of scratching at her door. Hastily pulling on a thin silk robe to cover her nakedness she slipped from her warm bed and swiftly crossed the room and opened the door. Even before she opened it she knew what she’d find and the sight of the naughty schoolboy kneeling there in his school-regulation striped pyjamas made her smile inwardly. His face was turned up to her in mute appeal as she hissed at him “What are you doing here – what is it you want?” The truth was that the boy didn’t really know what he wanted and the sight of the School Mistress with her hair in disarray, her partially exposed body rosy from sleep, her breasts threatening to spill from the barely closed robe all caused his tongue to swell in his mouth – rendering him incapable of speech. He merely attempted his most winning smile which, in the rather strained circumstances, came across as a pathetic grimace. “Get in here you silly boy, before someone sees you!” the School Mistress hissed at him again. The boy found that his legs had apparently turned to jelly and so shuffled into the room and across the floor still on his knees. The Schoolmistress stood over the boy kneeling before her and asked him again “What is it you want?” The question was purely rhetorical of course, since she knew better than he did what he wanted. The boy was rendered inarticulate. His eyes were almost exactly level with the point at which the top of her thighs became more interesting – mesmerised by the flashes of cunt exposed to him through the gap in the robe as the School Mistress moved. The woman allowed her smile to flash too and, seizing the boy by one ear, dragged him over to a low chair. She sat down, causing the robe to slide open, exposing the full length of her long, slim legs. “Now then young man, tell me what this is all about.” The boy was transfixed by the sight of the Mistress’s elegant bare legs and feet and could do no more than form mumbled, incoherent sounds. “Cat got your tongue?” she chuckled, evilly. “Well then, since you refuse to explain yourself, you’ll have to be punished – drop those pants and turn yourself over my knee”. As if in a dream, the boy obeys with trembling hands and throbbing cock. As usual, his face flushes with embarrassment as the School Mistress looks directly at his hard cock. “I see we have the usual problem” she remarks drily. The boy is almost grateful for the opportunity to hide his face as he tips himself over her lap and gasps aloud at the sensation of his hard cock pressing against the silky-smooth flesh of his Mistress. He shifts position slightly and his cock slips easily between her thighs and he’s unable to resist sliding his cock spasmodically back and forth. His breathing becomes harder, faster as the Mistress runs her hands over his exposed bottom – slowly, caressingly. The boy fights to maintain some level of composure – and some control over his cock – as he feels that first hard SMACK of the woman’s hand on his arse. Again and again she strikes him – watching with great pleasure as his little bum reddens and glows. The boy can control himself no longer – the combination of the pain, the firm thighs pressing his cock, the intimacy of the bare-handed spanking is too much! The hot pain spreads from his buttocks into his hard, already-burning cock, culminating in an explosive orgasm between the thighs of the School Mistress. For a moment he simply groans ecstatically – basking in the orgasmic glow – not allowing himself to think about the penalty for such lack of control…

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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.

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Well I’m sure you all know that I just got back from a week in Quebec City, and I forgot to mention a couple of things in my last blog. While I was there I managed to see an exhibition that I’d just missed in London and then again in Toronto. I feel like I’ve been following this exhibition around the world and then I stumble upon it accidentally in Quebec City! I just LOVE serendipity! Anyway, it was “Bodies” – here’s a link. If you haven’t already seen it, then I can highly recommend it if you get the opportunity. The funny thing is, that far from making me feel queasy, I actually felt a bit hungry. Hmmm, maybe I’ve been hanging around our cannibal just a bit too much! The exhibition shows what a work of art the human body truly is.

The other magical thing I saw was the Image Mill. I did take some video but it’s one of those things where you really have to be there to appreciate it. Sitting under the stars on a warm September night watching this installation was an unforgettable experience! I might put something up on YouTube – and I’ll let you know if I do – but in the meantime, here’s a link for some vid already there.

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Some of you will remember that we left poor Shrimp Boy (once again) in a rather uncomfortable predicament. The Spiteful Giantess had just had some kind of an idea. An idea involving our intrepid hero and, possibly, his raging hard-on. Now, when I say “raging hard-on”, you must remember that Shrimp Boy is a teeny tiny man and as such the term “raging” is, well, relative. Even so, our diminutive hero had been on the verge of fulfilling his goal, his dream if you like, of attaining bliss at the hands (or at the tongue) of the Beautiful Giantess. So now we find Shrimp Boy lying on his back in the palm of the Beautiful Giantess, panting, sweating, his cock throbbing and swollen – almost sobbing in his frustration. So frustrated in fact that he wasn’t paying quite as much attention to the Spiteful Giantess’s “rather naughty idea” for a game as he should have. And at this point, faithful listeners, we might pause for a word of advice. If you ever find yourself naked, on the point of orgasm, gasping and panting, throbbing and thrusting, and someone else – especially if that someone is rather spiteful – says “I’ve had an idea” it might be wise to divert your attention from your cock, and listen to what that idea might entail.

Fortunately the Stupid Giantess (and there’s no point in using some kind of euphemism – she was just stupid – ok?) asked the question that Shrimp Boy should have been asking “What kind of idea, what are we going to do with him?” In reply, the Spiteful Giantess showed what she’d been hiding behind her back. Her two sisters gasped in surprise to see her waving a formidable dildo in the air. It was the kind designed to be attached to a harness and used as a strap-on. (Those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about will have to resort to Google, although really you should not be listening to this story at all!) “I still don’t understand” said the Stupid Giantess and although the Beautiful Giantess didn’t really understand either, she was having some rather dark thoughts of her own at the sight of the large dildo and was, truth be told, almost afraid to ask her spiteful sister what her plans for little Shrimp Boy might be. Instead of explaining, the Spiteful Giantess seized Shrimp Boy and pinned him against the dildo, which was longer (or taller – depending on how you look at it) than the teeny tiny man. She held him in place while she used the cruel silken thread to bind him to the dildo. The dildo was at his back and the Giantess bound him in such a way that it was impossible for him to move. His head was forced back against the hard rubber, his arms and legs spread. In fact, only his cock had any freedom of movement and was, it seemed, taking advantage of that. Poor Shrimp Boy was exposed and helpless, his hard-on now slightly less than raging but still erect and waving in the breeze. Now you must remember that Shrimp Boy had led a rather sheltered life before encountering these giant sisters and had no idea what he was strapped to. Still, he found himself strangely aroused at being bound and helpless, even as a thrill of fear rippled through his naked little body. The sisters all laughed to see him, even the stupid one who didn’t really know why she was laughing, and the laughter of the Spiteful Giantess was tinged with lust. Her nipples hardened, her cunt moistened, at the sight of her favourite dildo with the little man attached. Her breathing became harder as she fumbled with the harness, attaching it around her slim hips. Little Shrimp Boy jutted out in front of the naked giantess almost like one of those ships’ figureheads. Even though he was afraid, he found himself becoming even more aroused as the Spiteful one began to slather copious amounts of fragrant oil onto the dildo and, of course, onto Shrimp Boy himself. “Now”, the Giantess said as she began to stroke, “Who wants to be first?” Our little hero spluttered through the oil, “No, wait, first for what? What’s the oil for? What’s this thing I’m on?” Poor little Shrimp Boy. We know. Don’t we?

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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…

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The naughty schoolboy stood in the corner, trying to hide his face and his hard, throbbing cock. The other boys had left the classroom and he was alone again with the School Mistress. He was acutely aware of her presence in the room, her movements, her fragrance the sound of her high heels on the hard floor. He knew that at any moment his state of arousal would be exposed again. He still wore the pink, frilly “punishment” panties although the wearing of them could hardly be considered punishment since the effect was so pleasurable. He was a little worried though about what the School Mistress would say when she saw that his cock was so hard again after his recent caning. His bottom was still red and sore, the sting of the humiliation before his classmates was still fresh in his mind and yet, perhaps in defiance, his cock was swollen and throbbing again. Perhaps the School Mistress would leave him standing there, giving him time to compose himself? Perhaps not. He heard the click of her heels approaching him, felt her body close to his. She came to stand behind him, so close that the tips of her breasts touched his back. He could feel the heat from her body, her warm, fragrant breath on the back of his neck. He shivered convulsively. She didn’t speak – just stood there overwhelming him with her presence. She stepped back a pace and with the tip of her cane, lightly traced the line of his body from the back of his head to the crack of his red arse cheeks. The schoolboy shivered again. His cock was still hard but now any sense of defiance was gone. Instead it seemed to be pleading for attention, greedy for more pleasure. The voice of the School Mistress cut through the silence, “I see the problem has arisen again”, she whispered in his ear, her lips so close that the words formed a kiss against his earlobe. “Yes, Miss” the boy replied. What else could he say? There was no hiding the state of his penis through the fine fabric of the panties. He fought to control his breathing and his thoughts. He wanted, he wanted… what DID he want? He wanted some kind of fulfilment, some kind of satisfaction, but it seemed that the more attention his cock received, the more it wanted. The School Mistress was having similar thoughts. “It would seem that more drastic measures may have to be taken!” she said sharply. “Come with me over to my desk”. The boy followed the School Mistress across the room, transfixed by the sight of her bottom through the closely-fitting skirt, the shape of her thighs clearly visible. “Now then, boy, I think it’s time you learned some control. Take off the panties”. The boy did as he was told and stood before the School Mistress feeling a mixture of fear, embarrassment and pride at the size of his erection and speculation about what punishment might await him now. “It’s getting a little warm in here, don’t you think?” asked the School Mistress. The boy could only swallow hard in response. Whether the heat in his body was as a result of the temperature of the room or the close proximity of this woman was beyond his ability to decide. The School Mistress slowly unbuttoned the jacket of her suit and slipped it off. She was wearing a white silk shirt so thin that her hard nipples showed clearly through the fabric. She perched on the edge of the desk, legs crossed, one shoe dangling negligently from her toes, and studied the boy, taking in the hardness of his penis, the redness of his face and the sly glances he was giving her, in spite of his predicament.

“Yes, more drastic measures, I think” she said as she reached forward and, without warning, took the boy’s hard penis in one hand. The boy gasped with surprise and pleasure. He closed his eyes and groaned as the School Mistress held his hard, hot cock in her cool hand. This was the first time any woman had touched his cock and the feeling was almost too much for him to bear. The feeling was so exquisite that he cared nothing for what might be to come and had only enough presence of mind to control the urge to release into her hand. He opened his eyes at the sound of the School Mistress fumbling for something in her desk drawer. She held a long wooden ruler in the hand not holding his cock. “Now then, you stubborn boy, six strokes I think, and then we’ll see” and she brought the ruler down hard across his cock as she held it in her palm. The pain, coming so suddenly after the exquisite pleasure, was a shock to the boy but his cock remained hard and throbbed against the woman’s hand. At each stroke he whimpered and groaned but as the pain grew, so did the desire, leaving him craving release. His head was filled with the image of himself pushing the School Mistress back onto the desk and throwing himself on top of her. She read some of this in his eyes and, standing up, grabbed the hair on the back of his head forcing it back, bringing her face close to his. Looking directly into his eyes she said, “I know what you’re thinking, boy, but you won’t win this battle. Today’s lesson in control has only just begun…”

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The Erotic Adventures of Shrimp Boy – Part 7 – another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

Do you remember how we left Shrimp Boy? He was in the hands of the three giantess sisters and his cock had a thin silk thread wrapped around it, with the spiteful sister pulling gleefully on the end of the thread! Poor Shrimp Boy was in danger of losing his cock altogether! Fortunately, the beautiful giantess who had found Shrimp Boy decided to step in and rescue our little hero and tried to grab him from her sister. For a moment, Shrimp Boy was afraid that he would be torn between the two of them, when the stupid sister stepped in saying “Will these help?”. She was wielding a pair of small, but very sharp, nail scissors. She advanced upon Shrimp Boy with the pointed scissors aimed at the silken thread around his penis – a penis which had been quite hard but which was rapidly softening. Unfortunately, not only was the stupid sister stupid, but she was also a little short-sighted and Shrimp Boy could only hold his breath as the scissors’ points loomed over his cock and balls. “I’ll just snip this off” said stupid sister holding Shrimp Boy’s cock between her finger and thumb. “Give me those!” said the beautiful giantess and snatched the scissors – and Shrimp Boy – from the hands of her sisters. “I’ll take care of him” she said and began to gently unwind the silken thread from around Shrimp Boy’s frightened little cock. A cock is an amazing thing, is it not? Only seconds before, Shrimp Boy’s penis was shrivelled and frightened, doing its best to hide. Now, under the gentle ministrations of the beautiful giantess, it was feeling brave again and began to rise once more to the occasion. As the giantess gently pulled on the thread, Shrimp Boy’s cock was tugged and stimulated, causing Shrimp Boy to become quite excited. Again! Shrimp Boy began to moan and whimper, to writhe and wriggle in the soft hand of the giantess. Finally, after much tugging and pulling, the thread was removed and Shrimp Boy’s cock stood erect and proud once again! The giantess, however, misunderstood the little man’s groans and squirms and looked closely at Shrimp Boy’s cock which was red and throbbing. “Oooh”, she said, “The poor little thing! Is it sore?” Now his cock wasn’t particularly sore at all, but Shrimp Boy was quick to spot an opportunity and nodded – making a face like a trod-on spaniel at the same time. “Awwwww!” said the giantess “Let me kiss it all better!” and bent her beautiful face down towards Shrimp Boy. As her lips – as soft and large as pillows – gently touched Shrimp Boy’s penis, he gasped and panted. “Oh dear – have I hurt it some more?” said the giantess, most concerned. Shrimp Boy could only croak from his suddenly dry throat “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…” “Perhaps if I use my tongue…” mused the giantess and began to touch Shrimp Boy’s engorged cock lightly with the tip of her tongue. Shrimp Boy lay on his back in the giantess’s palm, thrusting his cock against her hot, wet tongue. His breathing was becoming faster and faster, he groaned again and opened his eyes to see the other two sisters gazing with fascination at his tiny body. With fascination and with something else, he thought. Now, if Shrimp Boy had been thinking properly, that is to say if there had been more blood in his brain and less in his dick, he would have recognised that “something else”. He would have realised what was going on in the minds of the two sisters – even in the mind of the stupid sister. At the moment, however, the little tiny man was concentrating on reaching his ever-elusive goal and while he might once have hesitated to ejaculate onto the tongue of a woman whose name he didn’t even know, after all he’d been through he thought perhaps he could be a little less scrupulous than usual. Shrimp Boy closed his eyes again and continued his thrusting. Every sensation was concentrated in his cock. He was hot, sweating, and pleasure began to surge through his body in waves, his cock throbbed and twitched against the giantess’s sweet tongue, and then… “I’ve had an idea” said the spiteful giantess. Little Shrimp Boy’s eyes flew open as the hot, soft tongue was withdrawn. “Noooooooo!” cried Shrimp Boy as the beautiful giantess straightened up to look at her sister. “Oh yes?” she said “What sort of an idea?” “A rather naughty idea” said the spiteful giantess “An idea for a game with our new toy”. “Game?” thought Shrimp Boy “I wonder what sort of game…?” Hmmm – I wonder what sort of game too. Will it have anything to do with Shrimp Boy’s raging hard-on? Maybe we’ll find out next time…

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The Erotic Adventures of Shrimp Boy – Part 6 – another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

When we last visited Shrimp Boy, we were left with this burning question; will poor Shrimp Boy ever attain release? When we left him, he was being tickled and teased, probed and aroused, by the Giantess’s hot, wet tongue. He was on the point of achieving his goal when one of the Giantess’s sisters came knocking at the bathroom door. The sisters were tired of being denied the fun of playing with the tiny man and wanted a turn! With a sigh (which almost knocked Shrimp Boy off his little feet) the Giantess stopped what she was doing to Shrimp Boy’s teeny tiny cock and, grasping him tightly in her hand, took him to her sisters. They were in their bedroom and our little hero found himself in the presence of more naked female flesh than he could ever imagine. The sisters appeared to be changing their clothes. The air was redolent with various feminine fragrances and small, frilly bits of clothing were strewn everywhere. “Ah – here’s the toy!” said one of the sisters. Shrimp Boy wasn’t quite sure how he felt about being referred to in such a way, but decided (for once) to keep his little mouth firmly shut. The two Giantess sisters came to look at Shrimp Boy, bending forward to see him better as “his” Giantess held him in her fist. One of the sisters was wearing a pretty lacy bra with matching panties and the other was wearing a nightgown so transparent that no imagination was necessary to see her delectable charms. And Shrimp Boy DID see! In fact, he didn’t know where to look first and greedily devoured the sight of nipples, cleavage, and pussy.

“Ouch!” cried the Giantess holding him, “You’re jabbing my fingers!” Of course it was Shrimp Boy’s tiny erection that was jabbing the Giantess who proceeded to drop him abruptly. Fortunately he landed on a bed into a small mountain of discarded bras, panties and sundry items of giantess lingerie. It felt like heaven to the little tiny man! He lay on his face, wallowing in the soft fabrics, inhaling the delicious odours and began to roll and squirm among the silk, satin and lace. Some of the lingerie was clean and fresh but some had already been worn by the giantesses and it was these items that were encouraging Shrimp Boy’s little cock. “What’s it doing?” said one of the sisters, and “Does it do any tricks?” said the other. The one who’d asked about the tricks was a rather spiteful girl – spoiled and wilful and used to getting her own way. She plucked Shrimp Boy from his soft, fragrant bed and held him upside down by his feet. Fortunately most of his blood supply was in his engorged cock so not much ran to his head! “And what’s this supposed to be?” said the sister and flicked poor Shrimp Boy’s already painfully hard cock with her fingernail. “Ooooh look, there’s something on it” said the other sister who was not spiteful but only a little stupid. Not that there’s anything wrong with that! Sure enough, a tiny strand of silk had become wound around Shrimp Boy’s teeny tiny dick. Well, a tiny strand in the eyes of the giantesses, but to poor Shrimp Boy it was like a strong, silken cord. Now if any of you have ever had a strong silken cord wrapped around your cock, you will know that not only does it not break easily, but it has a tendency to cut into the flesh, so that when the spiteful giantess said, “Let’s see if we can pull it off” Shrimp Boy decided that some kind of protest would be in order. Unfortunately the sight of the spiteful giantess’s enormous finger and thumb looming towards his vulnerable little cock rendered him quite speechless. What will our intrepid hero do? Will the kind Giantess come to his rescue? Will he EVER attain orgasm? What time’s breakfast? These, and many other questions, will be answered – eventually.

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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I peer through the peephole in my door and watch you for a moment. Standing on my doorstep, eyes bright and expectant – looking like an eager puppy – if you had a tail, it would be wagging. All bright shiny face and flowers. You must be feeling quite romantic! I smile as I anticipate the next expression on your face. Will it be disappointment (surely not)? Fear perhaps? Yes, that’s more likely. I open the door and it amuses me to see your jaw drop. Just seeing my face and hair tells you everything you need to know – tells you just what to expect. My hair is scraped back tightly from my face – not a single wisp escapes, my expressionless face is painted white, my lips blood-red. You swallow visibly. I open the door wider and motion you inside. I don’t speak, but then my tightly-laced corset hardly allows me to breathe. Even in your apprehension you can’t resist glancing at the sight of my breasts threatening to spill over the top of the corset. I close the door and walk ahead of you and feel your eyes on my exposed buttocks as I walk down the hallway. You had expected me to turn into the cosy living room but, as you feared, we’re going into that other room. That cold room. I open the door and speak for the first time. “Undress.” You know better than to question me. Disobeying doesn’t even enter your mind. I fold my arms and watch you as you drop each item of clothing onto the cold, white-tiled floor. The bright, harsh lighting is hardly flattering to any naked flesh and you shiver – not only because it’s cold in there. You try to lick your lips but your mouth is suddenly dry, so dry. You kneel without being told and I leave the room.

By the time I return your knees are sending urgent messages of pain to your brain and even though you know the torture won’t be over, at least it will soon be different. I motion you to bend over the bench in the centre of the room and bind your wrists and ankles, head down. At this point surely I’ll caress your bottom, stroke your hair perhaps? I don’t touch you. I don’t speak. Instead, with no preliminaries I begin to spank your arse with my light bamboo paddle. The blows come fast and furious – not too hard but in rapid succession. You’re so shocked that you don’t even count the blows but you cry out in pain and surprise. You know that you’ll pay for that – later. The spanking stops and you hear me leave the room again. You don’t know how much time passes but your confusion eases a little and you calm yourself – savouring the sweet pain in your buttocks. This is not like the playful spanking over my knee. No warm thigh against which to grind your hard cock. The position you’re in makes your body ache, your head ache but most of all your heart aches, doesn’t it? Aches for something from me. At first you wanted some gesture of affection, by now you just want any kind of gesture. Anything. You hear me enter the room again. Surely this time…? Again without speaking, without any preliminaries I begin to spank you. This time the blows are slower, but harder. I concentrate on that sweet spot where your thighs meet your buttocks and I sense you holding back your expressions of pain. This won’t do. I won’t have you holding back anything from me. The pain, already at a point where your brain seeks only oblivion, increases. You can hold back no longer, tears run down your face, you sob, whimper, groan. The tears cleanse, heal. All stress and tension seems to have poured from your body with your sweat. With your tears. All pain and distress is distilled from your body. You can tell by my breathing that I’m pleased, satisfied, and the spanking stops. I release the bindings, grab your hair in my hand and force back your head. Surely now comes the kiss, the caress, the loving word? You would gladly endure twice the pain for one kind word. Your cock throbs painfully – now the only tense part of your body. Surely there will be release? I look steadily into your eyes, my face still expressionless, and slap your face. Hard. Just once. Even before I’ve left the room, you’re longing for my return. How long do you wait before you give up and leave?

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom, then call me 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.

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This week the passengers got to request anything (well almost) they wanted to hear and we had some interesting choices from people like frank, wes and even cannibal (yes – he’s risen from the dead), but next week I’ve vowed to make them pay! Next week will be the Empress’s Choice Edition – no holds barred! Curious? Then join us next Sunday at 10pm EST in the CockRadio Chat room at communitykink.com and see where the Bus takes us…

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 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.

Empress Catherine
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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 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.

Empress Catherine
800-356-6169
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