Spanking?

I keep getting this question “What’s your favourite type of call?”, which is a natural-enough question of course, but one that can be difficult to answer – especially when I genuinely enjoy listening to all kinds of fantasies and fetishes. So while I can’t say exactly what . . . → Read More: My Favourite Phone Sex]]>

Spanking?

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

If you’d like to explore some aspect of femdom, then call me or, if you’d like to get to know me a little first, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com and join me for my hosted chat, The Cock Whisperer, on Thursdays at 9pm EST.

EMPRESS CATHERINE: 800-601-6975

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

]]> http://www.strokemistress.com/2010/04/my-favourite-phone-sex/feed/ 14 http://www.strokemistress.com/2010/03/what-tommie-and-kindle-did/ http://www.strokemistress.com/2010/03/what-tommie-and-kindle-did/#comments Thu, 04 Mar 2010 22:54:19 +0000 Catherine http://www.strokemistress.com/?p=1419 I have no idea what tommie and kindle got up to in the chat room (not to mention the other Rowdy Boyz) when my back was turned the other night, but it had something to do with the song lyrics that tommie dedicated to me for my birthday. Since modesty forbade me . . . → Read More: What tommie and kindle did]]>

I have no idea what tommie and kindle got up to in the chat room (not to mention the other Rowdy Boyz) when my back was turned the other night, but it had something to do with the song lyrics that tommie dedicated to me for my birthday. Since modesty forbade me from reading them out on the air during my birthday edition of the Magic Bus, I thought I’d share them with you all here. And yes, maybe there was a suggestion of some kind of contest – a suggestion that tommie took upon himself to run with – but there was really no contest. However, after saying all that and, never fear, tommie WILL be dealt with, I was so impressed with what kindle came up with that I’m going to award a prize after all. Kindle gets a free audio from me for coming up with the following:

Who Creamed and Floyded mah Pink Van?
now my Santana don’t work.
you’d know what I Syd, if Lou could Reed.
don’t know Whithers Bill or Bob was Dylan it.
Dylan what?
mabeh Morrison Barrett in the Yard.
yeah, but thats for the Birds.
if the Beatles don’t Stills it first.
ever seen ‘em Rolling dung Stones a Crosby the Nash?
yes, Y?
nope. but it was Suite.
ahh, Judy’s Blue Eyes really Start Me Up.
but that Woman’s into Black Magic.
if you could See Me In The Flesh doing a lil Moondance With A Lil Help, you’d Feel Me pain.
From your Friends?
no. Judy.
but you’d understand why I’s so Homesick I couldn’t Breathe.
ahhh, gives ya the Blues, eh.
yeah.
but why the moondance, wasn’t there No Sunshine?
nope.
aww, I Feel ya, brotha. did ya write a Love Song for her?
yes i did: “For Your Love”
whose van did you say that was?
She Belongs To Me, Love.
Crazy
i’d like to drive it on the Subterranean Wild Side at about 120 Minus Zero.
or with No Limits at all and Get Wasted On The Way.
Feel Free.

Yes, you kinda had to be there so BE THERE! Anyway, kindle gets a free audio for winning a contest that never was, andy (our resident pervert) wins a free audio for answering correctly the question posed on the Magic Bus and tommie has earned himself a good thrashing! All is well in the Floating World!

If you’d like to explore some aspect of femdom, then call me or, if you’d like to get to know me a little first, look for me in the chat rooms at communitykink.com and join me for Cock Whisperer on Thursdays at 9pm EST. If you just want to hang out with friends, relax and listen to some cool tunes and erotic radio, then tune in to The Magic Bus at 10:00 pm EST on Sunday evenings.

EMPRESS CATHERINE: 800-601-6975

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

]]> http://www.strokemistress.com/2010/03/what-tommie-and-kindle-did/feed/ 11 http://www.strokemistress.com/2010/02/ready-for-the-kinky-radio-party/ http://www.strokemistress.com/2010/02/ready-for-the-kinky-radio-party/#comments Sat, 27 Feb 2010 22:35:50 +0000 Catherine http://www.strokemistress.com/?p=1400 Tomorrow night’s the special birthday edition of the Magic Bus – so are you ready for some kinky radio? Is your birthday suit all nicely ironed – no wrinkles allowed! I know mine will be silky smooth and ready for the road. In honour of my birthday, and to say thank you . . . → Read More: Ready for the Kinky Radio Party?]]>

Tomorrow night’s the special birthday edition of the Magic Bus – so are you ready for some kinky radio? Is your birthday suit all nicely ironed – no wrinkles allowed! I know mine will be silky smooth and ready for the road. In honour of my birthday, and to say thank you for all the support through the year from the Rowdy Boyz, the Usual Suspects and sundry sissies, I’ll be giving away some prizes. I’ll be asking a question in the chat room – it’ll relate to something I’ve said recently in the chat room, so I hope you’ve been paying attention! The first person to type the correct answer in the room will win a free audio on the subject of your choice.

Thank you for everyone who sent me birthday greetings, including this one from Rowdy Boy, tommie. I did originally intend to read this out during the Magic Bus, but decided that it would be much better to post it here. Hmmmm I wonder if I should give a prize for guessing the source of all these lyrics? Perhaps… Anyway, thank you tommie for dedicating these song lyrics to me. Every inch of my body is blushing!

Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
Listening to you I get the music
Gazing at you I feel the heat
You can start me up, I’ll never stop.
You make a grown man cry
For your love, I’d give the moon if it were mine to give.
Who let all of this riff-raff into the room?
There’s one smoking a joint, and another with spots!
Look out kid
It’s somethin’ you did
God knows when
But you’re doin’ it again
She said: Hey Babe, take a walk on the wild side,
I knew a girl and I like her still
she said she knew she would trust me
and I her will…
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
and she’s always gone too long
anytime she goes away.
She’s got a fine sense of humour when I’m feeling low down
She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful
Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire
I need you so bad, magic woman, I can’t leave you alone
I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are
And you make it hard (heh)
I get high with a little help from my friends
You know the night’s magic
Seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight
Seems to shine in your blush…
See me feel me touch me heal me
Feel when I dance with you,
We move like the sea.
Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you’ll give and tears you’ll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.

Happy birthday, MsCatherine

I know that our sexy driver, steph, will be wearing something extra-special for the Birthday Bus and no doubt various intoxicants will be circulating as we make our twisted way through the mysterious countryside of our imaginations and no doubt there’ll be a certain amount of cock teasing thanks to the weekly Bedtime Story! Tune in to www.cockradio.com at 10pm EST tomorrow night and join us in the Cock Radio room to join in the chat. See you then!

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

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“You filthy, disgusting, loathsome boy! Just look at the mess you’ve made on my desk!” The boy looked, of course. How could he not? He looked at the sticky mess on the edge of the desk and . . . → Read More: The School Mistress – Part IV]]>

Another erotic bedtime story by Catherine.

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“You filthy, disgusting, loathsome boy! Just look at the mess you’ve made on my desk!” The boy looked, of course. How could he not? He looked at the sticky mess on the edge of the desk and wondered if all women were like this. He’d been teased, caned and aroused to the point of orgasm at the hands of the School Mistress and now she berated him for having ejaculated against the edge of her desk! Still, young and inexperienced as he was, he knew that he’d never meet another woman like this one. He still trembled and panted from the force of his orgasm and waited to see what would happen next. The School Mistress’s own breathing was returning to normal. The “ice queen” mask was back in place. No one must ever know the intense pleasure she derived from punishing the boys in her charge.

“Get something to clean that up with!” the Mistress told the boy. “Yes, Miss, but may I get dressed?” he replied. “Well,” said the Mistress, “You may pull up your panties but leave off your pants.” Now as much as the boy had enjoyed wearing the so-called “punishment panties”, he didn’t want the other boys knowing about them, so he tried to clean up his mess quickly. He was on his knees, cleaning the edge of the desk, wearing only the flimsy panties and his school shirt, tie and blazer, when he heard the sound he was dreading – the sound of the other boys coming back to class. He made a small whimpering sound and paused in his work. “Why have you stopped? Carry on, you’re not finished yet!” the Mistress snapped at him and prodded him sharply with her beautiful italian leather, stiletto-heeled shoe. The pointed toe caught him just behind the balls and caused the boy to flinch and yelp in surprise and pain. Behind him he heard the boys beginning to troop into the classroom. They fell silent as they saw him kneeling there – his red bottom showing clearly through the sheer fabric of the panties and the cheeks of his face a matching red. The boys took their seats and, now that they’d recovered from the surprise, began to snigger and jeer at the boy – laughing and pointing at his poor, sore bottom. The School Mistress allowed this to continue for a few minutes, noting the increasing redness of the boy’s face, and then quelled his heckling classmates with a hard look and the merest tap of her cane against her leg. “You may finish now, boy” she told him. The boy stood up, which caused another gale of laughter when the other boys saw the front of his panties and his sticky little cock – still semi-erect and showing through the soft, silky material. He made as if to leave the room but the School Mistress stopped him. “Oh no – your punishment isn’t over yet. You must stand in the corner for the rest of the lesson, so that everyone may see you.” Miserably the boy obeyed, thankful that at least his face couldn’t be seen but acutely conscious of his red arse cheeks – exposed and glowing through the frilly, girly panties! For the rest of the lesson he stood there and endured the stares of his classmates. The humiliation and shame made his eyes prickle with tears. Only the thought of even more humiliation kept the tears from falling. As time went on, however, he became aware of another sensation. Every time the School Mistress walked past him, every time he smelled her perfume, heard the click of her high heels, the casual swish of her cane, his penis responded. Responded to the sounds, the fragrance and to the memory of that caning and its climax. By the time the class ended and the other boys had left the room, his cock was as hard and throbbing as it had ever been. What would happen when the Mistress saw it? He’d been wondering what would happen with the other boys when he returned to the dormitory they all shared, but now at this moment, all he could think about was his throbbing cock. His throbbing cock and the School Mistress…

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.

Empress Catherine 800-601-6975

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I’m giving you a special treat today. Instead of making you use the whipping bench I’m allowing you to bend over my lap. I’m wearing a dress made from dark red, rather stiff silk, with a full skirt and lots of petticoats. From your position, all you can see . . . → Read More: The First Cut is the Deepest.]]>

I’m giving you a special treat today. Instead of making you use the whipping bench I’m allowing you to bend over my lap. I’m wearing a dress made from dark red, rather stiff silk, with a full skirt and lots of petticoats. From your position, all you can see are my pretty feet in my black suede peep-toed shoes, my shapely ankles in their sheer black stockings. My petticoats rustle as you press yourself against me, but you’re careful not to press too hard. You know that if you abuse this privilege, it will not be offered to you again. The temptation is strong though, isn’t it? You long to rub your penis against my thigh, to grind yourself against the silk. Despite the layers of fabric, you feel the heat rise from my thighs, bringing with it the fragrance of my perfume.

I run my fingertips lightly across your bare bottom. You shiver in anticipation. You hear me flexing my cane – the short one I use only for this position. Blood rushes to your head. Some blood. Some rushes to another place. Some makes your cock hard. You might be embarrassed that you’re so easily aroused – so fiercely aroused. You might be, if you didn’t know how much it pleases me. So aroused and yet so passive. You know I love that and you derive a secret satisfaction at the idea that you’ve pleased me.

The first blow lands in just the right place – right where your cheeks meet your thighs. The sharp hot sting makes you flinch in spite of yourself. In spite of the fact that you were expecting the blow. Longing for the blow. The heat and the pleasure flow through your body like a hot tide sweeping away all stress, all anxiety, all doubt. The tension of the day is distilled into that first blow. Disquiet ebbs out of your soul leaving it clear, pure – strong even. Is it ironic that this submission, this pain, leaves you feeling so strong, so empowered? And yet what you seek is the little death, the oblivion and peace that comes with complete gratification. Hot tears run down your face. You imagine my expression, the look in my eyes as I trace the welt with soft fingertips. You can feel my pleasure at the sight of the red stripe rising on your vulnerable flesh. For what do you exist if not to give your Mistress pleasure? You wait for the next two blows – knowing that they will be less forceful – that the first cut is always the deepest.

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.

Empress Catherine
800-356-6169
http://www.voxerotic.com/main.php?action=show&tease=138

As we walk up the front steps together, I lean over and say directly into your ear, “I let you come to this party with me as a special . . . → Read More: Spanked at the Party]]>

This is a special story written by “little x”. If you’d rather listen to me reading the words of little x then just click here…

As we walk up the front steps together, I lean over and say directly into your ear, “I let you come to this party with me as a special treat, little one, and I expect you to be a good boy. You’ll be the only male among a lot of beautiful women, and I don’t want you gawking at them or being a nuisance, so you behave!” I give your bottom a sharp little smack with my hand for emphasis. Inside, the living room and dining room are filled with elegantly dressed ladies and I see your eyes light up. As I make my way around to greet my lady friends, I notice that you are looking about and always trying to position yourself so that you can watch one of the ladies cross or uncross her legs or lean forward to pick up her glass, hoping no doubt for a glimpse of her cleavage or her stockings or even (as I’m sure you’re desperately hoping) her panties.

I grab your upper arm and yank you closer and say sternly, “I told you to behave yourself, and here you are leering at my girfriends. If you don’t stop that, I’ll have to put you over my knee and spank you right here in front of everyone. With your pants DOWN! Now go get us some punch.”

You blush hotly with embarrassment since I made no attempt to lower my voice and the ladies around us all heard me scold you. As you head for the refreshment table, my friend Gloria (with her gorgeous figure and perhaps the lowest-cut neckline in the room) smiles wickedly and walks to the other side of the punchbowl from you. She leans forward slowly and lets her hand linger on one of the glasses, giving you a long look directly down into her cleavage, showing you her lovely breasts cupped in a pretty lacy bra. As you drink in the sight, she raises her eyes and catches you looking, but she holds the position just a bit longer and smiles again, looking first at you and then over at me.

I walk over to you and grab your ear with one hand and one of the dining room chairs with the other, and I drag you and the chair out to the middle of the room, scolding you all the way. “I told you not to gawk at my girlfriends, and you disobeyed, and now you’re going to get a good, sound spanking!” I sit down in the chair and unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants as you meekly protest. By the time I have pulled down your pants, everyone in the room is watching with amusement. They see you standing there in front of me with your pants around your ankles showing off the pretty pink panties that I make you wear under all your clothing.

“Isn’t that adorable?” Gloria remarks as she sees me grasp your panties and whisk them down as well, and then turn you over my knee. I begin to spank you hard, and your face burns with shame as well as your bare bottom. It seems to go on forever, but then Gloria reaches into her handbag and produces a large pink wooden hairbrush and asks if I wouldn’t like to use that. I thank her and take the hairbrush, and then I continue to spank and spank and spank. I can’t tell if you are crying more from embarrassment or from the sting in your backside.

When I think your bottom is the proper shade of red, I march you to the corner and tell you to stand there with your pants down while I go back to conversing with my friends. You can hear them talking and laughing behind you, but you know you’re not allowed to turn around. Now they all know you’re a naughty little pantyboy and they can all see your soundly-spanked bottom. And you are fully aware that I will give you another spanking when we get home. But that’s another story…

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.

Empress Catherine
800-356-6169
http://www.voxerotic.com/main.php?action=show&tease=138

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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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…

So you’ve been sent to my office you grubby little boy?! Stand up straight, pull up your socks and speak up boy! Don’t mumble! What have you been doing this time? I see you have a note – hand it over then, boy! It says here that Miss Riley caught you playing with yourself at the back of the classroom. Is this true? You filthy, disgusting little boy – you may well look embarrassed! What am I to do with you? This isn’t the first time you’ve been sent here is it? Last time you were caught looking up the girls’ skirts; looking at their panties. You’re a nasty, deviant little boy – a pervert. You don’t know what “pervert” means? Then I suggest you find out. When you leave here you must look up the word in a dictionary and write out 500 times “I am a pervert” and then come back here. You really seem to have no control over yourself whatsoever. I think that this time you’re going to have to have a caning. Now, where’s my nice cane? See how long and thin it is, how flexible? Hear the delicious sound it makes as I practice my stroke! Makes your mouth water, doesn’t it? No? Well perhaps it’s just me then. It’s going to make your bottom very sore, but maybe it will teach you a lesson. I think perhaps we should bring the girls in here to witness your punishment – all those girls whose skirts you’ve been looking up. Perhaps a little humiliation will do the trick. Now then, stop snivelling and pull down those shorts, yes – the underwear too. None too clean I notice – you really are an odious little fellow, aren’t you? Yes, I know the girls are giggling but what can you expect? What’s that I see? Well, you loathsome little creature – you have an erection! I can see we’ll have to beat that obnoxious little worm into submission. Bend over my desk – that’s right – and try not to get tears all over my paperwork. A good thrashing’s what you need! I’m going to give you ten strokes with the cane – you can count them out loud and then, well, I have a soft heart really. I may take pity on you, comfort you in your distress. Soothe your poor, sore, wounded little bottom; distract you from the pain. Would you like that, little boy?

If you think you’ve been a naughty boy and deserve to be punished then contact me and let’s see what can be done with you.

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.

Empress Catherine
800-356-6169
http://www.voxerotic.com/main.php?action=show&tease=138