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Why it pays to listen to your Mistress

Catherine — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 20:39:08 +0000

I just had such a great call, I just had to share it with you all! The caller in question is, well there’s no other way of putting it really, a cocksucker. Yes, he freely admits it. He loves to suck cock. All kinds of cock. All shapes, all sizes whatever condition they might be in, he’ll suck them. The only thing he likes to do more than sucking cock is to orgasm to the sound of my voice and then eat up his cum. So, where does the listening part come in? You may well ask! This particular caller also tends to be a bit naughty, well MORE than a bit naughty sometimes. I won’t divulge what form this naughtiness takes, but let’s just say that it makes me disinclined to be moved by his begging and pleading and allow him an orgasm. In fact, he reminded me today that he hasn’t been allowed to cum for the past five calls with me! Of course I felt compelled to remind him that the fault was his because of his past transgressions. As a matter of fact I was in a particularly good mood, having started the day with the administration of a good spanking on a most spankable bum, and felt inclined to be lenient. Anyway, to cut a long story short, Mr Cocksucker begged, whined and pleaded to such good effect (and I WAS feeling strangely benevolent) that I granted him an orgasm. There was, however, a small catch (isn’t there always?). He was allowed to orgasm, after edging throughout the call, but had only ten seconds in which to do so. A ten-second window of opportunity! You may now be wondering what the problem was. He’d been denied for so long, had been edging throughout the call, was desperate to cum… Well, the problem was that he didn’t LISTEN properly and missed the part where I said “starting now”. He only realised at the five second point that the clock was ticking! Oh dear. Guess what happened? That’s right, the window of opportunity slammed shut, and Mr Cocksucker didn’t get to cum. Again. And would you believe it, he actually accused me of taking delight in his predicament! As if I would. Anyway, the moral of the story is that you should LISTEN more closely to what your Mistress says. You don’t want that window slamming shut on YOUR cock, do you?

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, join me for my radio show The Magic Carpet, on Thursdays at 9pm EST in the Cock Radio Room at www.communitykink.com and listen at www.cockradio.com.

EMPRESS CATHERINE: 800-601-6975
Skype ID: CatherineSpanks

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

Just Where HAS Your Kinky Phone Mistress Been?

Catherine — Thu, 08 Sep 2011 20:58:39 +0000

All right, I admit it. I’ve been bad. Is there a problem with that? After all, good girls are sooooooooooooo boring and I can’t help feeling just a twinge of pleasure at the thought of some of you wondering just where I was for the past few days. It so happens that I’ve been cavorting nakedly among the trees, beside the pool and (my favourite) beside the swim-up bar! Yes, I’ve been visiting my favourite (local) nudist resort for a few days, and while the weather was perhaps less than perfect, I can’t say I was bored. After all, there are so many indoor activities to enjoy at such places, and when you take along your own subby it doesn’t really matter where you are; there are many diversions to help the passing of the hours. Not to mention the endless opportunities for tease and denial. For instance, was it REALLY necessary for me to bend over and examine quite so many things on the ground? Did I really need that many outdoor showers? Was the application of sunscreen necessary quite so many times in a day? And when the “no physical contact above the ankle” rule was strictly (not to say vehemently) enforced, with the exception of the application of sunscreen, then there’s fun for all! (Well, perhaps just for me, but then that’s all that matters.)

Now that I’m back, and raring to go, I hope to hear from some of you. Have you ever been to a nudist resort or beach? Would you like to? If you’d like to but haven’t, what’s stopping you? Perhaps we can chat about this tonight on the Magic Carpet – if we can fit it in!

Speaking of which, I must mention a caller of mine – one that I’m very fond of. As most of you know, I don’t usually discuss my callers (I’m far too discreet for that!) but I did want to mention my little sissy-girl camille – such a good girl! She’s come a long way since we first met and is now sucking cock like a true veteran! She’s often so hungry for cock that she quite pines away when she can’t get any. I’ll bet she’s hungry now…

EMPRESS CATHERINE: 800-601-6975
Skype ID: CatherineSpanks

Dominant Woman

Catherine — Mon, 09 May 2011 19:20:23 +0000

I suppose “dominance” means different things to different people. Recently I’ve been finding out just how different the definitions can be!! So, what does the dictionary (in this case the OED) say about it?

dominant: dominating, prevailing, most influential

dominance: 1. the state of being dominant. 2. control, authority

dominate: have a commanding influence on; exercise control over, have a commanding position over

Notice that nowhere are the words “hostile”, “abusive” or “angry” mentioned. Just as the words “discipline” and “punishment” are often misunderstood and thought to be interchangeable, so is the word “dominant” often misused.

So what is dominance then?

I can tell you what I think it is – and what I think it isn’t. Being dominant doesn’t mean abuse – verbal or otherwise, although if you come to me seeking that, I’m only too happy to oblige! The interaction between Domme and sub is more subtle than that. I was thinking recently of a teacher I had at school (let’s call her Miss CB). Miss CB was all of 5′ tall and was one of the most dominant women I’ve ever met. She very rarely raised her voice, except occasionally for dramatic effect, and her presence in any room was tangible. No one in her class would have dreamed of misbehaving in any way and the naughtiest of schoolboys could be quelled with a single glance! Here’s another example of dominance. I was recently watching some examples of dressage (yes, one of my secret vices) – a tiny woman controlling an obviously much stronger animal with a mere squeezing of the thighs, an occasional light pressure on the reins. No raised voice. She didn’t have to beat the horse into submission. Why did the horse obey?

So it is in a Domme/sub scene. Of COURSE the sub could simply get up and walk away, so why doesn’t he? Which raises a whole other question.

Who’s REALLY in charge?

If I’m spanking a sub, or making him edge, and it’s what he really wants (and I wouldn’t be doing it otherwise), then who’s really in charge? Ah – what a subtle dance it is! Is this not the most delicious paradox? This is a subject I love to explore and of course a phone sex session is the perfect venue for such an exploration! What are your views on the subject? Let me know what you think – this could be an endless discussion!

EMPRESS CATHERINE: 800-601-6975
Skype ID: CatherineSpanks

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

Kinky Phone Sex and MORE

Catherine — Fri, 17 Sep 2010 00:36:53 +0000

So what’s been happening lately? Yes, I know I’ve been sadly neglecting this blog, but I’ve been distracted by all the fun at Enchantrix Empire! Which reminds me, if you haven’t already done so, you should really check out the Empire – our social networking site – at www.enchantrixempire.com.

What else? Well, tonight of course is Magic Carpet night, as is EVERY Thursday night. You still have a little time to get there – it starts at 9pm est and I can promise you a cool crowd of chatters who sprinkle their magic all over the Carpet! Hmmmm, if someone had a dirty mind they could make something of that – just as well no one reading this could POSSIBLY have a dirty mind! Anyway, you can just click my widget *grins*.

Now if you’re sitting comfortably, make note of this. Coming up on Sunday, 17 October at 9pm is another Candid Chat with Constance and Catherine. If you missed the last one you’re gonna LOVE this one, and if you DID manage to get in on the last one, then you KNOW you want MORE! Same procedure as last time, Ms Constance and I will basically be talking about ourselves – what better subjects – and if there’s any little thing, any secret, any information at all that you always wanted to know about Ms Constance, then just send your questions to me at catherine@enchantrixempire.com and I’ll ask her live on TalkShoe. If there’s some little thing you always wanted to know about ME, then send your questions to Ms Constance at constance@enchantrixempire.com and she’ll ask them for you. Of course some of you might be foolish – I mean brave – enough to call in and ask the questions yourself. Now that WILL be interesting! Anyway, keep an eye on my blog, and Ms Constance’s, for more details on how to participate. In the meantime, start thinking up questions for us!

I think my next blog is going to be about toys/accessories/accoutrements for the discerning caller. I keep being asked “what should I bring to our next call?” so I’ll be making a few suggestions. Hmmmm, I’m good at being suggestive…

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

The Morning After the Party

Catherine — Tue, 01 Jun 2010 17:09:28 +0000

Just a quickie (sometimes that’s all you need) to say thank you to everyone who turned out for last night’s party with me and the two sexiest women on LDW – Ms Constance and Ms Hunter! If you missed it, you can download the podcast or, if you were there, play all the best bits again. Let’s see, what would be the best bits? Well our very own steph called in and she was DEFINITELY one of the highlights – thanks for your story steph! (I have this sudden craving for gummy bears.) We also had songs from cannibal and kindle – WOW! It just shows you how much talent we have lurking in the chat rooms! Thanks also to saint, who was his usual charming self, and to our newbie, cumwhipper. I hope you’ll stick around cumwhipper! We also had a call from tommie, who just seems determined to dig himself into an ever-deepening hole. *sigh* All I can do is step up the discipline…

Anyway, if you enjoyed the party – let us know and maybe we can be persuaded to do another one. I know I had a blast and welcome any opportunity to be one of the Teasesome Threesome!

Oh, here’s the place to download the podcast. Let me know if it doesn’t work, so I can spank Ms Constance!

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

News, News and Even More News!

Catherine — Mon, 17 May 2010 18:41:25 +0000

So what have you all been up to you, kinky little denizens of the floating world? Things have certainly been changing around here! First of all, I have a new e-mail address so make a note if you’d like to contact me. It’s catherine@enchantrixempire.com, so drop me a line about absolutely anything at all – it doesn’t necessarily have to be kinky (although we both know it probably will be).

What are you doing on May 31st? (Hint – you might be having a holiday.) Well, whatever else you’re doing, make sure you join me, Ms Constance and Ms Hunter on TalkShoe. We’ll be wreaking a little havoc across the ether and talking about remembering “firsts”. First what? Well, it could be anything – first date, first blow-job, first pair of panties – you decide. We’ll be filling you in on the details in the days to come, but start remembering those first occasions now – we want to hear about them!

What else was there…? Oh yes, the Magic Carpet! The inaugural flight will be from Cock Radio on June 24 at 9pm and I’ll be letting you know more about that in the next few weeks. I wonder if I should order more champagne? In the meantime, you can still join me for the Cock Whisperer on Thursday evenings at 9pm where the subject is ALWAYS “cock”! (Even though the topic does tend to get a little lost among all the other crazy chat!) A certain chatter has been bugging me to put up more pix, so here’s another one – especially for him!

Mistress Wants Cock

Catherine — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 20:59:12 +0000

Another erotic bedtime story from Catherine.

The hallway is lit only by a shaft of moonlight streaming through a window. There’s a faint odour of pot pourri in the air but all is still – no sound either from inside the house or outside. Profound silence, except for my breathing and the sound of my heart pounding in my chest. In the silence it seems loud enough to be heard all the way down the hall! I pause and tell myself to calm down, to take control, to steady my breathing and my heartbeat. A thin trickle of sweat slides slowly between my breasts as I take a couple of deep breaths and then continue. I’m wet between my thighs, but it’s not sweat.

I push open subby‘s bedroom door and tiptoe across the room to his narrow little bed. Enough light penetrates the cheap, thin curtains on subby’s windows to illuminate him lying on his back, sleeping soundly. Too soundly! How can he sleep like that when he hasn’t been allowed to come for weeks? Just a couple of hours ago he was begging for release – actually weeping with frustration as I teased him, laughing in his face at the state he was in! Of course I’d had a couple of orgasms myself while I was giving subby a little taste of my strap-on. I DO like to tease him with it – especially when he’s in the midst of a long period of denial. Sometimes, though, that’s not enough. Sometimes a couple of orgasms just doesn’t do it for me. Sometimes I want cock.

I slip a hand under subby’s covers and seek out his penis. I smile in the darkness to find it’s already half erect. I wonder what he’s dreaming about? A barely perceptible squeeze from my hand causes his drowsing cock to harden. Quickly. How convenient! Before he gets a chance to wake up I whip back the covers and jump on him – straddling his hips and impaling myself on his now-hard cock. I’m already so wet that it slides in easily and swells even more at the feeling of my hot cunt enveloping it, to fill me completely. THAT wakes subby from his sound sleep! I slap him across the face before he gets a chance to speak and press my hand across his mouth. I don’t want to hear any crap about how he wants to come. I lean forward and hiss into his face “Lie still and don’t you DARE come you fucking bitch!” He makes some kind of sound and I’m gratified to see sweat breaking out on his face. I take that as an indication he’s going to concentrate VERY hard on not coming. I continue to press myself down onto his cock, rising and falling, riding him, squeezing his cock hard with the strong muscles of my cunt – loving the feeling of his hard cock jabbing into me, enjoying every inch of his hard-on. Subby’s eyes are bulging from his head now and his face seems to have gone a sort of dark colour… Ignoring these signs I continue to bring myself to a long shuddering orgasm – I mean, what if he had a heart attack before I finished – my head thrown back – hair cascading down over my shoulders, my fingers pinching and teasing my hard nipples. Gasping and shuddering, savouring the wave of ecstasy engulfing me, I cry out in triumph and relief and finally relax, feeling the aftershocks tingle through my entire body, now slick with sweat. The sounds coming from subby seem a bit desperate now I remove my hand so he can breath better. He still pants and groans and I decide to be merciful – I can see the effort it’s taking not to come. I slide abruptly off his still-hard cock – slapping it just to help him not to come. I brace myself against the bed and kick subby onto the floor and he lands with a bit of a thump. I feel sleepiness begin to overwhelm me and I sink back into his bed. I hear a whimper from the direction of the floor and feel a bit sorry for him. “Okay subby – you can sleep on the couch – I don’t want to move now.” The whimpering continues as I hear him crawl across to the door. I hope nothing’s dripping on the floor. I can’t let him leave like this – not without some word. I call out to him softly as he’s leaving “Close the door behind you, fucktoy.”

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

February’s Coming – Are You Ready for the Love?

Catherine — Sun, 24 Jan 2010 18:24:55 +0000

Yes, it’s that time of year again! In spite of the weather, February is one of my favourite months – how can it NOT be, with my birthday AND Valentine’s Day in the same month? So for all you stroker-boys, sissies and miscellaneous kinksters, watch this space for more info about what’s coming (oops!) for the month of February. (With a bit of luck, YOU will be!) As usual, we Mistresses are planning and plotting to bring some fun events to our kinky radio and even kinkier chat rooms – events that will result in some of you winning prizes, including free calls with some of your favourite Mistresses! All these events will be culminating in a special Valentine’s Day Party in the chat rooms on Saturday, 13 February.

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!

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
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Goodbye Happy Hour!

Catherine — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 19:59:12 +0000

Yes, Wednesday’s “Happy Hour with Constance and Catherine” was the last – at least for the time being. It was only ever meant to be a temporary measure to help the former Pub patrons through the transition and now our work is done! You’ll still be able to find Ms Constance and me in the chat rooms at all times of the day and night – together and separately – and we’re planning some more treats for our fans. We’ll be “exploring individual projects” (as rock band members say when they split up) and also some that the two of us can do together. I’m trying to persuade Ms Constance to host her own radio show and maybe by the time the new year begins, I will have succeeded! And we had such positive feedback after our live show from Vegas, that I’m sure we’ll be doing it again – from somewhere on the globe! Another thing I’m hoping to convince Ms Constance to do, is to come and visit me in Canada – I think I almost have her there…

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

(Calls are $2.50 per minute, minimum of 10 minutes, billed to your credit card)
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The Mistress, by Cliff

Catherine — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 19:42:23 +0000

Many thanks to my little pet cliffy, for writing this story for me. See my “Free Audios” page to listen.

He was tied to the bed, wrists and ankles secured strongly by gentle ropes, a blindfold obscuring his vision, and a hard rubber ball in his mouth, gagging him. That much he did know.

What he didn’t know is how he got there.

He tried reaching out with his other senses – smell and hearing – and couldn’t come up with much. A slightly sweet, fruity scent reached his nostrils, mixed with the tang of sweaty leather and crisp linen…. He knew the first scent, but he couldn’t place it. It tugged at his memory, making him squirm….

Thoughts collided in his head, muddled and foggy. How long had he been there? Minutes? Hours? Days? What was the last thing he remembered?

Under the blindfold, his brow creased and he bit into the ballgag, concentrating. A bar…?

He sighed, leaving the puzzle and coming back to the present. He shifted on the bed, feeling the silk sheets beneath drag across his naked flesh. Goosebumps rose along his skin, making him shudder and tug fruitlessly at his bonds.

“It’s nice to see you awake, my pet.”

He flinched, freezing at the voice from the darkness. A shiver ran down his back as the smooth, liquid, feminine voice ran through his head. How long was she there? Was she watching him?

“Ohh, relax, my pet,” the woman cooed softly. A weight pressed down on the edge of the bed, making him shift to the right. She sat down next to him. “There’s no cause for struggle. After all…you’re not going anywhere.”

A wicked, sensual laugh assaulted his ears. A series of flashes in his memory…

He was at a local theme bar with some friends to see a band perform. He wasn’t much for industrial metal rock, but his friends were, and he hadn’t been out of the house in a while. He decided it’d be best to go spend time with people rather than watch hours of mindless entertainment on television…

He remembered his friends saying something about a theme that night to go with the band… Fetish, they said. Outwardly, he didn’t say much other than, “Oh, cool.” Inwardly…his heart and soul were leaping, sending his gullet into a barrel roll at the thought….

The decor of the bar was dark and Gothic, converted from an old church. Where the pews used to sit was a wide dance floor, small tables and chairs peppered around the perimeter. Along one wall was a line of booths; on the other, the bar, crammed with people and drinks and two bartenders who had no trouble keeping up with orders…

Things got hazy after they arrived. It would still be at least an hour and a half before the band went onstage, and his friends decided to wait it out at the McDonald’s next door. They asked him to come along and he politely refused, claiming to want to have a drink. His friends shrugged and took off, leaving him by himself….

A woman. She was tall, statuesque, wearing spiked stiletto heels… Long, obsidian hair falling in curls around her shoulders… Eyes that were soft yet burned and flashed like steel… An elegant evening gown contrasting with the outlandish leather and latex costumes… Her arms coated in long opera gloves…

He gulped as she sat next to him, primly upon the booth seat. Her smile was warm and inviting, her perfume intoxicating…

His mouth went dry as she looked at him… Stuttering, he offered to buy her a drink, his voice quavering, tongue stumbling. She laughed at his awkwardness, leaned in close – he saw her voluminous breasts, barely held in check by the plunging neckline of the gown – laid her gloved hand atop his and placed her lips to his cheek, her breath whispering softly against his skin….

She spoke…

And then….

He couldn’t remember. Everything got muddled and hazy. A wash of lights and sounds occupied his mind, with the Woman front and centre, obscuring all other thoughts, her laugh merry and enticing with the barest hint of sadism beneath….

He flinched. She laid her hand upon his bare chest, dragging her velvety fingers along his skin.

“Mmmmm….” She moaned softly. He could hear the feral smile in her voice. “Such tender skin…. Supple, and….”

He jumped again, feeling her fingers pinch hard around his left nipple and pull. He whimpered around the ballgag crammed in his mouth.

“…..ssssensitive,” she hissed in his ear, causing him to moan and twitch.

Thoughts and worries melted from his mind at her words, the gentle, liquid cadence of her tone…. A warm sensation started in his gullet and spread quickly through his core, heating up his cool skin and….

“Oh, my, pet!” Her fingers left his chest and he arched his back to follow, as far as his bonds would allow. He whimpered, realizing her hands were elsewhere upon him, groaning softly as she took hold….

“My pet’s feeling frisky, is he?”

He trembled as her fingers played along his cock, teasing, caressing, squeezing his balls gently, making him shudder and shake. He tried to speak, but a muffled groaning was all that was heard around the hard rubber.

“What’s that?” She asked him, slowly letting his hardness slip from her grasp. “Stop?”

Whimpering, he shook his head, mumbling around the gag.

“You don’t want me to stop?” She asked, innocence in her voice, her hand moving along the length of his shaft, stroking, making him buck and arch.

He shook his head again, a moan escaping around the rubber in his mouth.

A weight settled across his chest and he could feel her, laying atop him. Her breasts pressed teasingly on his chest and he felt her lips scant inches from his own, her heady scent invading his nostrils. He could hear the smile in her voice as she spoke.

“Maybe I should stop….stop stroking that cock of yours…as my fingers just…gliiiiide up and down your shaft….” Her voice practically oozed sex, and he felt himself thrusting into her hand, getting closer to the edge.

“Is that what you want? You want me to stop?” She laughed, moving her hand quicker. He shook his head again, groaning, thrusting upwards into her hand, trembling at the sensation….

“Nooo… No, I know just what you want, my pet,” she whispered, lightly pressing her lips to his ear. “You want to cum, don’t you?”

A deep moan issued from the back of his throat, his hips rocking and bucking, matching the timing of her strokes.

“Oh, yes…you want to cum hard for your Mistress, don’t you, my pet?”

He nodded rapidly, feeling his mind gibber, a swelling sensation in his balls as he built towards orgasm, breathing faster, his heart thudding and pounding in his chest, toes curling, bucking and squirming under her, coming closer and closer, building right to the edge…

“Well…it’s not about what you want, is it, pet?” She laughed then, an edge to her voice, and removed her hand, pushing herself up and off his body, sitting on the edge of the bed.

A high-pitched, choking whimper escaped his throat and he threw his head back, biting hard into the gag, his whole body tensing, cords standing out in his neck, wrists and feet pulling at the bonds, feeling the rope bite into his flesh. His cock stood, quivering, precum dribbling from the tip, balls tight against his body. He shook, whimpering, his breath coming in ragged gasps around the gag.

He could feel her gaze upon him, her icy stare penetrating his soul as he writhed on the bed. He gasped and froze as her hand suddenly gripped his neck, her gloved fingers squeezing tight into his bare flesh, cutting off his breathing.

“No, no…it’s about what I want, my pet,” she hissed, her voice devoid of warmth, “and if I don’t want you to cum, then you’re not going to cum, or there will be severe repercussions. Understood?”

He nodded rapidly, his face reddening from lack of air.

“I can’t hear you.”

His lips flapped around the gag, choking out, “Yeff….”

“‘Yes,” what?” Her grip tightened, her voice starting to echo….

Pinpoints and specks of light danced across his vision under the blindfold… He felt dizzy, lightheaded from not enough air…

He mumbled around the gag, using the last of his air…

“Y-y-yefff… Miffwefff…..” His eyes rolled back…..

Air flooded his lungs as her grip loosened around his throat. He breathed deep the cool air of the room, gulping it down, coughing and choking from behind the gag. The lights cleared from his vision, and he shook in his bonds.

“Good boy,” she cooed softly, a hint of warmth returning to her liquid voice. Her fingers softly brushed along his neck, sending chills down his spine. He leaned his head back, arching into her hand.

“I think,” she said slowly, ponderously, “that you need something here, my pet…”

A querying whimper filtered through his lips.

“Something that shows that I own you.” Her grip tightened again, but didn’t cut off his air supply. “After all… you did swear yourself to me. Said you would be my devoted little slaveboy….”

A memory flashed in his head… He did recall those words, just before he…. The memory got hazy, the images and sounds blurring in his head… Did he pass out after those words?

“…Didn’t you?” Her grip tightened, cutting off his air long enough to snap him back to the present.

He nodded rapidly, a strained whimper escaping around the gag. “Yefff, Miffweff!!”

Her grip loosened once more, fingers trailing along his neck, tracing small patterns before leaving entirely. He whimpered, trying to follow as far as his bonds would allow, then slumped back onto the sheets.

Weight shifted on the bed and he heard the unmistakable click of stilettos against the floor. She had stood up, and he could feel her gaze upon him still.

“Stay, pet. I’ll be back in a while to check on you.”

He felt her breath against his ear once more.

“And if you’re good,” she whispered, “I might put the collar on you.”

He squirmed in his bonds, toes curling.

“Would you like that, my pet?”

He nodded. “Yeff, Miffweff,” he mumbled around the hard rubber.

She laughed and caressed his cheek, whispering, “That’s a good boy…always wanting to please his Mistress….” He jumped as her hand slapped his face lightly. “Stay.”

Her hand left his face, leaving a tingle in his cheek, and he heard the click of her heels against the floor, walking away from him and the bed. The sound echoed in the bedchamber, keeping him disoriented.

The slam of a large, heavy door made him jump. His heart pounded as he heard the clattering of several locks…..

….then, silence. No other sound but that of his own heart and breathing.

He whimpered, fidgeting, tugging at his bonds, his cock still standing upright and hard.

He knew he wasn’t going anywhere.

“….mmmph….”

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