This evening Miss Viv is hosting a Thanksgiving Day party in the chat room, but next week will see the first of my new hosted chats, “The Cock Whisperer”. If you have a cock of your own, if you know someone who has one, or if you always wanted to know more about them, then join us in the Special Events Room at www.communitykink.com on Thursday evenings at 9pm. Whether you think you have a freakishly large cock, one that’s miniscule, or one that you want to fit into panties, you can join in the chat. In the meantime, listen out for my promo on www.cockradio.com.

As many of you know, I don’t do television, but do occasionally watch BBC programmes on BBC iPlayer. I’ve recently discovered “Hotel Stephanie” and I’m really getting into it. Briefly, it’s a reality show (I loathe that term, but…) about a transgendered hotelier. Stephanie’s story is inspiring to ALL women – transgendered or not and I particularly recommend it to those of you interested in positive female role models.

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

EMPRESS CATHERINE: 800-601-6975

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You stow your carry-on in the overhead bin, slide into your seat and buckle your seatbelt. You close your eyes, hoping to nap through the pre-flight routine. Suddenly, you are startled to hear my voice over the intercom instead of a flight attendant’s announcements: “This is your Mistress Catherine speaking, and I’d like to welcome all of you precious little perverts to a special voyage of the Magic Bus. You may have thought you were getting on an airplane, but look around and you will see that this is indeed the Bus.” You look up and see me dressed in black leather, stockings, and high heels, smiling knowingly as I continue to speak into the microphone: “You will also note that you are now strapped into your seats very securely, and you will be unable to get up and move about unless I give you permission. And I assure you I will only do that when one of you gets naughty and requires punishment.” Of course, Chastized and Tommie immediately begin pouting about this, so I decide a swift demonstration is required to set the correct tone. I ask Miss Vivian and Mistress Tara to bring those two naughty boys to the front and spank them soundly. “As I have always said,” I remind everyone, “pouters will be spanked. Second offences will call for caning! And absolutely NO bubbles allowed on the Bus!”

After this little flurry of excitement is over, you look around and recognize the other passengers. There are panties and fishnet stockings and all kinds of frilly things all around, and there are cock locks and handcuffs right where you knew they would be. You see Kel and Frank and Claire, along with Shrimpy and CC and KC and Cassie and Gonzo. Up in the driver’s seat, already slugging down a second beer, is Asia, chatting gaily and looking everywhere but straight ahead as we barrel well down the highway. Claire whines about not being able to cuddle up next to Miss Viv, but that will have to wait. Nobody really knows where we are or where we are headed, but every so often, we stop to pick up another passenger or to take on intoxicating provisions, always just when we need them. This is, after all, a Magic Bus. I proceed to tickle our musical fancy as I like to do, introducing the heady sounds of Hendrix, Clapton and Young interspersed with some specially-selected Beatles songs (specially selected for my own pleasure, of course), some Dylan and some Pink Floyd and some Thin Lizzy. The comments of Kel and CC and others demonstrate their knowledge of the music, and this makes me smile inwardly although a Mistress wouldn’t want her subbies to think she was not maintaining strict discipline (even if that is sometimes differently defined aboard the Bus).

There is more than the usual amount of banter on this trip, and before long newbies are being scolded for being too explicit and regulars are wisecracking about the latest parties and contests. How did those diabolical Mistresses disguise their voices so well? What is going to happen in the Cock Market? Is it time for a panty check? Well, certainly! A toast to all the Mistresses? Absolutely. Everyone is well-lubricated for the evening’s festivities in all appropriate ways. And soon it is time for our Bedtime Story. “Shall we begin?” I tease, looking around at all of your pleading, horny faces. “Tonight we have a special kind of Bedtime Story. Reach under your seat and you will find a virtual theatre headset. Put it on and sit back.”

You place the electronic eyepiece over your eyes and plug the earbuds into your ears. It is dark and silent for a couple of seconds, and then the light from an opening door illuminates your virtual space and she walks through the door and directly up to you. Your favourite Mistress is right there in front of you, dressed as you always think of her, looking down at you with a deliciously superior smile. She greets you with That Voice, the one that immediately makes your knees weak and your cock hard, and melts your will into a submissive puddle. She moves with swift self assurance and begins to do to you what you most dread and most desire. Looking into my Magic Console, I can see that some are being sensually dominated and others are being verbally humiliated. Several are being given explicit instructions for changing their feminine clothing and makeup, and some are being cuddled like babies. Some are beaten and some are teased and more than a few are moaning from the thrusts of strapons of various sizes. I see lots of stroking and sucking and self-swallowing and mutual slurping, and on and on. I see that I am the Mistress in some of the scenes, and it’s no problem being in two places at once aboard the Magic Bus.

But for you there is only your Mistress and you and your favourite fantasy and your raging cock. Your individual fantasy proceeds in luxurious sight and sound and increasing intensity until you are absolutely spent and as satisfied as you can remember feeling, and then your Mistress smiles at you once more and strolls with her sexy gait back through the virtual door and it is again dark.

You reach your hands up for the headset, but there is no headset there. You open your eyes and blink, and you see you are on the airplane you originally boarded, and it is now coming in for a landing. The other passengers are no longer dressed in Magic Bus garb, nor are they the people with whom you just spent the past hour. How can this be? The voice that announces that you have been cleared for landing seems unknown to you. Where is Empress Catherine? But as you stretch and yawn and try to get your bearings, you remember how real the whole Bus ride was and especially how your virtual fantasy took place at great length and more vividly than any dream, and you feel that complete sexual satisfaction flood back into your consciousness. The plane lands and you gather your things, and as you walk off the aircraft the voice of Neil Young comes to you once again from somewhere in the background, and you smile.

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

I see you watching me as I leave for work in the mornings. I feel your eyes on me as I walk away from my house – your eyes glued to the sight of my legs, my bottom, in my sharp business suit. Sometimes you’re there again when I get home in the evening. I see you. Standing there with your tongue practically hanging out – hoping to catch a glimpse of cleavage as I bend to pick up my newspaper. Looking at the curve of my buttocks, the length of my legs. I can read you like a book – a cheap, pulp fiction kind of book. I can see what you’re thinking “That snooty bitch – I know what she needs…” And you think you’re just the man to give it to me, don’t you? So when I invite you over to my house one evening – an evening when your wife’s away – you think you’re on a promise.

And so here we sit – you with a glass of wine in your hand, a stupid grin on your face and an erection in your pants. When I ask you if you’d like to have some fun I almost expect to see you begin to drool. You’re like a little boy who’s just been invited into the candy store. I tell you to strip and wear this blindfold, to allow me to bind your hands behind your back, and you’re thinking – “Wow – this chick’s kinkier than I thought, but what the hell…”

You can’t imagine how absurd you look – kneeling there naked, your silly cock sticking out – that ridiculous grin still on your face. You almost whimper in anticipation as I stroke and kiss your face. The fusion of the heat, the incense and the music, befuddle you so that you don’t hear the door open – the men entering the room. All you hear is me whispering, “Darling, open your mouth – I have a delicious surprise for you” and I DO have a surprise! As I grab your hair, yank your head back, your mouth is forced open. A hard, hot, fat cock is stuffed into your mouth without ceremony. You try to rise but I’m standing behind you now, forcing your head back painfully and you hear the sound of male laughter in the room. How many men? You don’t know, but you’re about to find out. The first fucker of your mouth has just shot his load down the back of your throat and the next is taking his place.

Oh dear, your face is getting very red and, are those tears running from under your blindfold? You’re not choking are you? And yet – look how hard your cock is! I bend and whisper in your ear, “You see darling, I know what YOU need” and I know that the next time you see me coming, you’ll lower your eyes.

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 at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out will 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

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?

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 at communitykink.com. If you just want to hang out will 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

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…

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 at communitykink.com. I can be found there on Sunday evenings at 10:00 pm EST hosting my radio show, The Magic Bus.

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

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…

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, I can often be found at communitykink.com.

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

It starts in your belly. The thick sweet tension. The desire. It spreads in a warm wave throughout your body until you’re sick with it. Your head spins, your mouth is dry, your tongue, surely, twice it’s normal size. Your heart is in your throat. You want the feeling to stop but even as you tell yourself this you know you’ll do anything to have it continue. Anything.

You’re on your knees before me. I lower my leather-gloved hand close to your face for you to kiss. The scent of the warm leather just adds to the tension. The tension that’s building inside until you feel you’ll burst. You kiss, inhale. I pat your head with my gloved hand. A sharp thread of joy runs through the desire. Under your breath – pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease. What do you beg for? For me to stop? Or to continue? All you know is that you must have release. You hear me laughing softly, the sound of my cane slicing the air and your stomach turns over. It feels as though a thousand butterflies have just been released inside you. Butterflies that sting like bees. The pleading becomes sobbing as the first blow is struck. At last! All the feelings coalesce into a burning, throbbing ball in the pit of your stomach. I strike again and again at your exposed buttocks. You know how the stripes please me and your mind takes a step beyond sexual hunger and suddenly it’s all too much – too overpowering. The heat, the music, the perfume, the flickering candlelight, the pain. Your Mistress knows this. I stoop to kiss the raised welts. A kiss, a blow, a kiss, a blow. Which is more exquisite – the kiss or the blow? Which tortures your senses more? The sensations mingle – you can’t tell them apart. And finally, finally at a touch from my hand, the release! And all the burning, tearing, biting confusion inside you is gone. I take you in my arms and all passion is spent. There’s only stillness. The room has become a warm dark sanctuary – a world where only you and I live. A world of secrets. A world where words are seldom spoken. You feel my heart beat and feel yours match the rhythm – and you turn your face towards me…

“Embrace the night

don’t let me go

whispering ‘tomorrow, tomorrow’

to times gone by

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

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