You begin to shed your clothes the moment you walk through the door. I smile when I see the panties you wore all day. You’ve worn them since I handed them to you still warm from my body. And yet still you say you are not mine.

I stand in the middle of the floor waiting for you. You drop to your knees, naked except for the panties, and begin to crawl across the floor on hands and knees towards me. You bend and kiss my booted feet. As you do so you feel my other foot on the back of your neck and pure lust flushes your body. You think of me every moment of the day and night. Even in your dreams I’m there. While you’re making all those big important decisions in your office, I’m there in your head. The sound of my name pulses constantly through your veins. You count the minutes until you can spend time with me. Any kind of time. Yet still you say you are not mine.

I move my foot and allow you to sit up. My strap-on looms large in your face. I hold it out so that you may kiss, suck, engulf the hard rubber. Your own cock responds as you feel the dildo hit the back of your throat. Your eyes are closed but you hear the sound of my cane slicing the air and your heart begins to pound so hard that I can feel it from where I stand. Can you endure another caning? You still wear the scars from the last time. Even as you ask yourself this, you know that you will suffer any pain for me. Still, you say you are not mine.

I slide the dildo from your mouth and you begin to shake with anticipation. The sweat beads and runs down your body. Your breathing becomes hard and shallow. I grab you fiercely by the hair and hold your head steady. You moan softly. You feel me close to your face, my warm breath on your cheek, and you brace yourself against the coming pain. But the pain does not come – yet. Instead you feel something warm, soft, wet and sweet against your lips. My tongue slides between them and fills your mouth. Your penis throbs and pulses. Your soul dissolves and floats away. You are undone.

Do you still say you are not mine?

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The gifts you buy me are mere bagatelles. This, this capitulation, is the true gift.

You keep telling yourself that I’m not inside your head, not in possession of your soul. Keep telling yourself that. Say it over and over again and one day it might be true. One day – but not this day. Not now. This power I have over you, this puissance is delicious – is it not? This subservience, the pain you so gladly accept, gives a new meaning to the word “strength”. The physical pain you endure is bitter sweet but even this is nothing to the torture you endure inside your head. Only when you’re alone with me in this room, only when you’ve been whipped to the limit of your endurance, and, perhaps, been allowed release, will your mind, your soul be at peace. You remember the past, when you were “free”. A time when there was no pain. Sometimes you look back at that time with nostalgia – thinking you want those days back. You could be free again tomorrow – the contract broken. But that’s not what you really want. That “freedom” will bring a different kind of pain – the pain of an addict deprived of his drug. You crave the denial as much as you crave the release – crave the release as much as you crave the pain. You know that without me inside your head the world would be a cold and lonely place. Without me in your heart, you would be like a child alone in the night. You know that the pain and the love are the same thing. That the pain I give you is a gift – a distillation of all those other – petty – pains in your life. And you know that as soon as you leave this warm, dark room, this cocoon, you will be free again – if you can call it freedom. So will you give it to me – the gift of your subservience? In return I will give you…

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Empress Catherine
800-356-6169
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NB: Be a little patient at the beginning of the audio – there’s a long pause at the beginning – just time enough to get comfortable…

You’re waiting. Still waiting. I told you to be ready and you are that – more than ready! Naked, on your knees cold and shivering. The anticipation is exquisite. What mood will I be in today? Cruel or kind? What will I be wearing?

You hear a sound from outside the room – the sound of stiletto heels coming down the hallway. Even though you’re so cold, you begin to sweat. That sick feeling in your stomach spreads. The door opens and I enter wearing a long black silk robe. I smile at you – that smile that makes you just a little, nervous. I walk over and stand in front of you – so close that you can feel the heat from my body, smell my perfume, and… leather. I drop the robe and, in spite of yourself, and even though you know it’s forbidden, you look at me. I’m wearing those black leather boots, you know, the ones I had custom made at great expense to you. The ones with the stiletto heels, the pointed toes, the ones that reach to my thighs, the ones that hug my legs so closely – like a second skin really. You raise your head to look at my body – my bizarre outfit. Well, on anyone else it would seem bizarre but on me, somehow it works. I’m wearing a tight white tank top – surely two sizes too small – and meant for a boy judging by the way my breasts strain against the fabric. The cold air in the room makes my nipples harden, even as you watch. Your cock stirs in response. I’m also wearing a pair of black lace panties, pretty enough, but it’s not until I turn around that you see their secret – a thong, a string of perfect pearls slithering between the cheeks of my arse. Each pearl like the tear of a submissive. That secret place you’d love to explore but that you know you never will. I say, “Kiss them” and you know what I mean. Your lips are dry and you tremble as you lean forward to kiss the pearls. You press your lips to the first pearl and inhale as you feel the smooth, cool texture against your mouth. The fragrance is intoxicating – the combination of my perfume and the blatantly female aroma of my body. You kiss each pearl in turn – each one feeling warmer than the last against your lips. Nothing else exists for you. There is only this moment – only the scent filling your nostrils and the feeling of the pearl against your lips – your face against my skin. You’re panting now – straining to take advantage of this rare intimacy. Your cock is hard now – like a dog straining at a leash. You kiss my pearls so tenderly don’t you? When all the time you want to bite them – to rip them off – expose what’s beneath. But you don’t. You’re a good dog for your Mistress. You reach the end of the line of pearls. Unless I part my legs, you can go no further, and you know that will never happen. I turn around to face you and stroke your head, your face and you know your Mistress is pleased with you. You bend, kiss the toes of my boots. I lift each foot in turn for you to kiss and suck the heels – each hard unyielding pointed heel – symbol of your submission. You remain on your knees – facing the floor as you hear me leave – slamming the door behind me. You’ve had your reward for the devotion you show me – there’ll be no more today. Or will there? You wait…

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Empress Catherine
800-356-6169
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I see you looking at me. That hot glance across the room – hot enough to burn me – if I were susceptible to such glances. But then, you don’t know any better. You’ve never seen me before. Never seen me in this dark old pub, almost hidden in the alley. You ask the barman what I’m drinking and send over another Bushmills. I barely glance at you as I drink it. But you’re more than glancing at me now. You’re devouring me with your eyes. My hair, my long crossed legs in silk stockings, my high heeled shoe dangling from the end of my toes. You try to catch my eye. Why won’t I look at you? You know you’re attractive. Normally, you can take your pick of any woman in any room. You’re so cocky, cocksure – cock-happy even.

I walk past your table as I head toward the door. As I pass, I look directly into your eyes for the first time – and you’re lost. The fragrance I leave in my wake leaves you breathless and you know you must follow. As the pub door closes behind you, you see me disappearing around a bend in the alley and you follow me – powerless to resist. At first you don’t see me – you don’t realise I’m there until you feel a hand at your crotch. A fierce, grabbing hand. I whisper in your ear – telling you not to resist – as if you could, as if you wanted to! I whisper other things. Taboo, forbidden things. Things that make you think I could see inside you from the first moment, that I know all your deep, dark secrets, your hidden desires. I push you face-first against the wall and start tugging down your pants. The hard, cold stone presses into your face. How is it you’re unable to resist? A big strong man like you being pushed around by a woman! But then, the power I have over you isn’t exactly physical, is it? Now I’m pushing you – pushing you down onto the ground. Surely I don’t expect you to kneel in this dark, filthy alley? Oh, but I do! There are noises in the darkness – soft furtive noises – and, beyond that, laughter and shouting from people leaving the pub. What if someone comes around the corner and sees you kneeling there – pants around your knees? It’s cold out here, the breath from the two of us combining into a cloud around us. Despite the cold, despite this strange, possibly treacherous situation, you feel your cock rising. I’m whispering in your ear again. Whispering words so obscene that you feel yourself blushing absurdly in the darkness. Words to make a sailor blush. And all the time I’m touching you. Touching your penis, your testicles, your buttocks, your tight little hole. Touching you so quickly that you’re unable to keep up with the sensations. You feel violated, afraid, humiliated, and yet deeply stirred and aroused. You’re made helpless by the conflicting emotions. You feel something pressing against your arse – something hard, persistent and you feel the stretch as I begin to fuck you with my strap-on. You try to protest, to scream, anything – but my hand is over your mouth and, really, do you want someone to come to your aid? I push again and and your head begins to swim as I slide my dildo relentlessly up inside you. The pain, the humiliation, the pleasure… Pleasure wins out as I begin a slow, even, stroking. You feel the orgasm building, your testicles tighten up and, just as the spurting starts, I pull away from you – withdraw and stand up and then, without a word, I’m gone. Leaving you panting, on your knees, spurting onto the ground. Alone. Fucked.

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Empress Catherine
800-356-6169
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You feel as though you’ve been kneeling here for hours. Your knees hurt and the room’s cold enough to raise goosebumps on your naked flesh. You’re a grown man – you could get up and leave at any time – but you don’t. You could hate me for this – but you don’t. It really is a fine line, isn’t it, between love and hate – pleasure and pain? You could get up off your knees right now and walk out of here. Why don’t you then? But you know the answer that question the moment you ask it. The answer is because of Me – your Mistress. You know that you’d do anything, suffer anything, for the merest gesture from Me. An addiction? Possibly. But one so sweet that you never want to be cured.

Has it been hours or minutes that you’ve been kneeling here? No matter. Time has ceased to matter. You only exist in the now. Even the anticipation has melted away. There is only you in this room. And the waiting. You hear the door open. All your senses awaken. You hear My footsteps – the clicking of My heels on the hard floor – and your testicles tighten, your penis stirs. I stand in front of your bowed head – close enough for you to feel the heat from My body, to smell the heady fragrance of My perfume. Your breathing quickens. I speak no words. I pat your head and all thoughts of leaving are gone. With that single touch your will is surrendered to Me. I stroke your face with My fingertips and you moan softly. Something is touching your lips – something hard with the scent of rubber. You part your lips and I gently insert the tip of My dildo. You kiss, lick, suck. I walk behind you, stroking the length of your back. You shiver. I stroke and caress your buttocks and your penis hardens and swells. Your breathing is short and sharp now as you feel My fingertips – slippery now with gel – caressing the crease between your cheeks, touching the outer rim of the tight hole. A finger slides in and you cry out – not from pain but from a sense of relief – a sense of something beginning. You feel something larger, rounder pressing against the delicate tissue and you almost lose control. All your senses, your feelings, emotions are concentrated in that tight opening. You gasp as you feel the stretch. Joy runs through you as you anticipate the feeling – the feeling of fulfilment, the feeling of being full of your Mistress’s love, her very essence. The pleasure – and the pain. But the joy and the anticipation turn to something else as you feel Me withdraw – hear Me walk away and laugh as the door closes behind Me. And the waiting begins again…

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Empress Catherine
800-356-6169
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What can you expect from a call to the Empress Catherine? Well, if you’re looking for someone to shout at you, to verbally abuse you in the crudest terms, then you must look elsewhere. Oh yes, I can insult you if that’s what you wish, but there’s so much more. I’m not interested in your body, that poor pathetic shell, but your soul. Yes, I could beat you into submission with my cane – but where’s the fun in that – apart from the transient thrill of those stripes on your arse. No, what I want from you is a deeper subservience than that. I want you to kiss my pointed leather-clad toe because you want to. Because you long to. Because you yearn to. I want to be the Mistress you dream of at night. The Mistress you think of all day long. The Mistress who’s image is burned on your heart. Yes, there will be resistance at first. Your mind will be tortured by the thought of letting go, of giving yourself over to another. There will be pain and fear. There will be release. First will be the tears, then the semen and then afterwards, when you’re drained, cleansed and purified, I’ll take you in my arms, hold you against my bosom and dry your tears. Kiss your eyes, your face. The struggle will be over. You will be quiet and quiescent. Tranquility will wash over you in shades of palest grey, white and lavender and you will at last be at peace. You will experience bliss. Nirvana…

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Empress Catherine
800-356-6169
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