Well I’m back now! As some of you may know, I got back from the Mistress Orgy – I mean get-together – last Friday, but I’ve been recovering from a little accident I had. At this point I must assure you that no alcohol was involved! I was hastening back to the hotel in the company of several of the other luscious LDW Mistresses when my heel caught in a paving stone and I fell. Both hands were full at the time (I won’t say with what) so unfortunately I landed on my face! Not to worry, your pornographic priestess is almost fully recovered and ready for all kinds of kinky conversations on the phone and in the chat room. And it seems mine was not the only accident to occur in Florida – somehow FatCock seems to have disappeared! Stolen perhaps? Hmmmm. I believe our resident Cock Hunter, Ms Hunter, has launched an investigation. If anyone can get to the bottom of the mystery, I know SHE can! I’m sure we’ll be hearing more about FatCock’s adventures just as soon as he’s been hunted down.

I must admit that I’d missed you all, so I was very gratified to see the turnout for my interview last night. Yes, Ms Tia interviewed me for The Mistress Interviews and apparently quite a few of you had questions! Many thanks to all of you who turned up to interrogate, erm, I mean “support” me and, just in case you missed it, here’s the interview in full:

I’m sure you’ll all agree that Ms Tia has a way of drawing out the best in any Mistress! Cannibal was kind enough to pass on one of Kindle’s many brilliant ideas and it’ll be interesting to see if anything comes of it. Watch this space for news!

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. NB: THE MAGIC BUS IS CURRENTLY ON HIATUS UNTIL JUNE 2010!

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]]> http://www.strokemistress.com/2010/04/did-you-miss-me/feed/ 22 http://www.strokemistress.com/2010/02/birthday-party-in-our-kinky-cock-radio-room/ http://www.strokemistress.com/2010/02/birthday-party-in-our-kinky-cock-radio-room/#comments Tue, 23 Feb 2010 22:38:45 +0000 catherine http://www.strokemistress.com/?p=1389 Yes – another party! This time it’s to celebrate my birthday. My actual birthday is on the 25th, but like most royalty I get to celebrate twice! The Magic Bus on the 28th will be a special birthday edition, so if you’ve never ridden the Bus, now’s a perfect opportunity

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You’ll have plenty of time to recover from those festivities and get ready for my birthday party on Sunday, 28 February. It’s actually my birthday on the 25th, but I’ll be celebrating with all the rowdy boyz on the Magic Bus on the 28th. If you’d like to send along a birthday greeting to me, then make me an MP3 and I’ll play it on the radio or just send a note to me at empress.catherine@yahoo.com – either with or without a song dedication – and I’ll read it out during the show. Maybe the rowdy boyz should get together and all sing Happy Birthday? I suppose at least one of you would prefer to hear the Lolcatz version..

If possible, I’ll be hosting an extended show for my birthday (yes – you get to ride on the long bus instead of the short one for a change) but I’ll keep you posted on that. Also, I’m always open for song requests – provided they fit the rather loose format of the show. No Sinatra requests please! Well, you can request him if you’re into DENIAL!!

See you all soon on the Bus, and watch this blog and that of the other Mistresses for further details on the V-Day festivities and get ready to show the loooooooove!

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

While I was in Quebec City I saw quite a number of sissies and was happy to find that the City is quite tolerant, not to say welcoming, of kinksters of all kinds. I look forward to chatting with some of you crossdressers in the chat room and on the phone very soon – I’ve missed you! I’ll post some pics from my trip over the next few days and tell you more about the shopping, the chocolate, the hot stone massage, etc. In the meantime, if you’ve really missed me, then give me a call or email me for an appointment.

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
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You ring her doorbell and wait, trying to hide your impatience, not wanting to do anything today that might vex your Mistress. Because today is a very special day, isn’t it? Your Mistress summoned you by telephone, promising a very special reward. Of course you deserve to be rewarded, don’t you? You’ve been wearing that chastity device for three weeks now in spite of the physical pain, the maddening frustration, but now – today – you’ll be rewarded. Freed at last! When the device was attached, when you dared to ask the question “For how long?”, her answer was simply a soft laugh and “For as long as I say”. These past weeks have been the longest of your life. Unable to sleep from the frustration and the pain of the chafing cock cage, you’re exhausted. Oh, and hasn’t she made sure you suffered? Calling you before bedtime, whispering obscenities in a voice sometimes soft, seductive, persuasive and sometimes harsh and mocking, but always with the same result – hot, painful, sleepless nights.

She opens the door and for a moment you feel a stab of – what – disappointment? You were expecting something, well, a little “softer” perhaps. Not that she doesn’t look sexy – but you were hoping for something reflecting a more yielding mood. You swallow anxiously at the thought that maybe this outfit DOES reflect her mood! Her long hair is scraped back severely from her face, piled on the top of her head, one tendril escaping to curl provocatively against her cheek. She wears no makeup, except perhaps for a touch of gloss on those red lips. You’re never quite sure about that – although god knows you’ve spent many sleepless nights wondering! Perhaps if you could taste those lips, if you could slide just the tip of your tongue between them… You shake your head to clear it of such treacherous thoughts. It wouldn’t do to allow them to travel too far down that path. And besides, your cock stirs painfully at the idea of discovering whether she’s wearing lip gloss or not. She’s wearing that old white cotton tank top of hers – you’ve seen it before – and a pair of black leather pants so worn and tight that they are indeed like a second skin and plain black stiletto heels so high that the sight of her bottom as she walks away from you makes you groan inwardly.

Inside, she directs you to undress, telling you that you need to be completely naked for the treat she has in store for you. Stripping in front of your Mistress always makes your cock stiffen and today is no exception. You try to control your erection as the cruel confinement causes a fresh wave of pain. You’re ordered to sit in the hard, straight chair in the middle of the room. You barely notice. You’re so desperate for release, for relief, that you don’t care whether you sit, stand or balance on a tightrope! When you’re seated, she stands close to you – towering over you – and then crouches down, her face close to your cock. So close that you can feel her warm breath on the tortured flesh. “Poor little cock”, she says “It DOES look very sore”. You bite your lips, hard, in an effort to control the erection. The close proximity of your Mistress’s face almost tips you over the edge. It would almost be worth the punishment, wouldn’t it? Almost. She raises her head and remains crouched in front of you. “What do you think of this top?” she asks. “Do you think I should throw it out? It’s been washed and worn so many times now that the cotton’s almost transparent – see?” And indeed you DO see. You stare at her lovely breasts, watching in fascination as the erect nipples harden even more as she strokes and cups them in her hands. “PLEASE…!” you manage to croak and close your eyes. “Oh yes – I suppose you want your little treat”. Little treat she calls it! At this point it seems the most important thing in the world – the ONLY thing that matters. You open your eyes to see her outstretched hand with a tiny key on the palm. Your cock reacts the way a puppy does at the sight of it’s owner with a leash in her hand. “Walkies!” She smiles that heartbreaking smile of hers. There are days when you’d give anything to see that smile. You almost sob with gratitude as you open the cock cage and allow your sore and swollen penis to spring free. You close your eyes again and savour the glorious sensation of your unencumbered cock. “Hmmmm”, she says, “Now that you’ve allowed that thing to become so hard, how are we going to get this on?” You open your eyes again to see what she’s holding in her hand. It looks almost like a small sculpture, a piece of art. A piece of art in hard, shiny steel. “Do you like it? I thought it would be much better than the one I have you in now. Aren’t you pleased?”

Freed at last? No, not quite yet…

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 this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom – tease and denial, or cuckolding for instance – 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.

Empress Catherine 800-356-6169

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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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So you think you want to be my bitch? Don’t make me laugh. You think you get to bear that title just by asking? Better think again little boy. First of all you have to prove your worth and of course you have to really, really want it.

You’re so young, so inexperienced. You’ve barely had more than a fumble with some young chickie in the back seat of your dad’s car, and yet you think you can be my bitch.

My heart goes out to you – it really does. Seeing you kneeling there – so contrite, so submissive. So deliciously innocent. Your flesh is smooth and completely unmarked. For now. I almost feel sorry for you – almost. You thought I’d be flattered when you said you wanted to be my bitch. You thought you were offering ME something didn’t you? What did you think it meant? That you only had to say the words and it was done? What you failed to understand – or rather one of the many things you failed to understand – was that it’s not about what YOU want – it’s about what I want and about what I’ll permit. What I won’t permit is some little boy making demands. Even kneeling hurt your feelings didn’t it? Made your smooth baby face go all red with indignation. Still, you did it. You whined and complained, but you bent your knees. I suppose you thought that because I didn’t say any words to you, that I hadn’t noticed or that I wasn’t going to punish you for it. Oh, little boy, you have so much to learn. You see, I know I told you that for a novice like you – a virgin – I always use the smallest of my strap-on dildos. The one that’s little larger than my index finger. But time has moved on since then. Things have changed. Your insolence, your wilfulness, your nonchalant attitude to what you’re about to become must be quashed. You need to be taken down a peg or two. Or should that be “taken up a dildo or two”? I won’t leave you kneeling there for long. I’m too eager to proceed. Aroused by your submission, by the anticipation of what’s to come. You think you know what to expect, but you have no idea.

You gasp a little when you feel my finger probing you. Is it the cold gel that made you gasp, or was it the first stirrings of arousal? I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking that you can handle this. That this is nothing. This finger sliding slowly in and out brings only pleasure and no pain at all. That dildo I showed you was only a little larger, so… It’s just as well you can’t see my face – can’t see my smile as I spread the lube on the largest dildo I possess – 9″ and thick enough… well you’ll find out.

If you gasped when you felt my finger, then what sound will you make when I press the head of my bitch-maker against your tender flesh? I can’t wait to find out. I grasp your hair in my left hand, pulling your head back painfully. I position the dildo’s head against your tight, puckered little hole and take a deep breath. Perhaps you’d better take one too – bitch!

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom, then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

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NB: This story was written by little x – a favourite of mine from chat.

“I arrive home to find you on your knees, naked except for a small apron, your head bowed. I kiss the top of your head lightly as I drop my things on the floor next to you. Taking your chin in my hand, I raise your face up to meet my gaze. “It pleases me to see you waiting here just as I have instructed you” I murmur, “but I have had a very hard day so I’m afraid you’re going to have a hard evening”. Still holding your chin, I smile and then slap your face slowly and deliberately once, twice, three times. I see you trying to smile up at me through the tears that have sprung to your eyes and I watch with satisfaction as the redness from my slaps spreads all across your left cheek. “Put my things away and bring me a drink” I tell you as I turn and walk toward the living room. I know the sound of my high heels clicking on the ceramic tile floor gives you a special thrill as you scurry to do as you’re told.

After a very few minutes you reappear next to my chair holding a small tray and offer me my Irish whiskey just the way I like it. Although inwardly I marvel at how quickly you have performed this little service, I arch an eyebrow and demand that you get back on your knees with your face to the floor. After a long delicious swallow of my drink, I stand and walk around to inspect your upturned bottom. I see some faded marks from older punishments and a few distinct reddish lines from the short caning I gave you the day before yesterday. Making my choice quickly, I reach for the black riding crop from among the canes and other implements protruding from the umbrella stand next to my easy chair. Without hesitating, I slash the crop down on your bare backside five or six times in rapid succession. The sudden sharp pain takes your breath away, and you have no time to process the sensation or recover from one blow before the next one lands. I step back and smile as I see red blotches the shape of the spanker tip of my crop appear and then deepen in colour. Among them are three red lines where the braided leather of the rod made its punishing contact with your buttocks. I hear you whimpering softly, but you say nothing. The rush of dominance I feel from inflicting this punishment is so pleasurable that I place the palm of my left hand on the small of your back and bring the riding crop down across your bottom again and again, this time more slowly and deliberately, leaving three or four seconds between the strokes. Although this may seem to the uninitiated like a small kindness, I know that it multiplies your suffering by allowing you to feel the impact of each stroke more fully without giving you enough time to recover from the pain. Now you are crying although you still have not said a word since I began to punish you.

Placing the riding crop back into the stand, I sit back down in my chair and take another sip of my whiskey. “You may rise and thank me, Little One,” I say softly, and I watch with great satisfaction as you stand painfully and wipe the tears from your face before kneeling in front of me and expressing your sincere thanks for the punishment I have inflicted on you. “How else may I serve you, Mistress?” you ask with shining eyes. “My feet require your attention now,” I respond, and you immediately kiss the toes of my black stillettos. “May I take them off for you, Mistress?” you plead. “Of course, darling boy,” I reply. After you remove my high heels, your eyes drink in the luscious spectacle of me raising my skirt high enough to unfasten the garter straps from my black stockings and tantalizingly peel the stockings down my long shapely legs. I drop them in front of you. Your cock, hard ever since your physical punishment began, now rages even harder at the sight. You scoop the stockings up and raise them to your face, breathing in the intoxicating scent for just a second before taking my right foot in your hands and caressing it lovingly. You repeat this act of devotion on my left foot and then you begin the ritual you know I require of you. Slowly and sweetly you kiss and suck each of my toes until you hear me moan out loud with pleasure.

“That was very nice, pet,” I tell you, “and now it is time for the cane. Go and bend over the spanking horse. Would you like me to strap you down, or can you hold still tonight without being bound?” I am pleased to hear you decline the restraints, even though you know my question means that I intend to cane you long and hard, and that your answer means that I will require you to hold your own arse-cheeks apart for me to direct my cane vertically down your tender crack, including your most private little rosebud in the punishment. The combination of your humiliation, pain and submission will be intoxicating for me and perhaps unbearable for you by the time I have finished striping your backside until the welts have merged into a shiny red glow across every inch of your bare bottom. “You may cry all you want, little one, but can you bear it for me without trying to escape?” I ask without expecting a reply. We shall see, I tell myself with another shiver of sexual arousal, and so I begin again…”

little x

If this is your fantasy, or if you’d like to explore some other aspect of femdom – strap-on training , or cuckolding for instance – then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to indulge in a little informal online chatting, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some music, then tune in to The Magic Bus (my erotic radio show) at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

Empress Catherine
800-356-6169
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You should have been more careful. You should have noticed the gleam in her eye when you said you’d do anything for her. You should have known it was a warning sign. Now look at you. Look at all

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