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!

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.

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.

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]]> http://www.strokemistress.com/2010/03/mistress-wants-cock/feed/ 4 http://www.strokemistress.com/2010/01/februarys-coming-are-you-ready-for-the-love/ http://www.strokemistress.com/2010/01/februarys-coming-are-you-ready-for-the-love/#comments Sun, 24 Jan 2010 18:24:55 +0000 catherine http://www.strokemistress.com/?p=1318 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

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

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.

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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….

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….”

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.

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Walking into the club is like walking into a wall of sound – the music, the loud chatter and laughter – the general buzz of excitement. I’m aware of you behind me – buzzing right along. It’s some time since you’ve been allowed to accompany me anywhere and your excitement is palpable. People turn to watch us come in, you following a couple of paces behind me, and I’m immediately aware of one person in particular looking us both up and down. Her gaze is frankly admiring when it’s directed towards you – challenging when she looks at me. I know what she’s thinking – “Who does this bitch think she is?” I also know that I’m very slightly overdressed for this place in my understated little black dress, sheerest black stockings and high heeled black suede pumps. I’m wearing my hair piled on the top of my head and diamonds sparkle in my ears. My fragrance insinuates its way into the senses of anyone nearby and threatens to intoxicate. The blonde woman standing at the bar takes in every inch of you – your good looks, your expensive shoes and watch and makes it quite obvious that she finds you worth challenging me for. We find ourselves a table and you order champagne without having to be told – for once! I know you’re on your best behaviour. You haven’t been allowed an orgasm for weeks now and I know that you’re still holding something of a grudge about the punishment I’ve meted out lately – punishment for who knows what? I sit back and prepare to watch the fun I’m confident is about to commence. Sure enough, I don’t have long to wait before I see you and the blonde exchanging at first discreet glances, and then smiles. I must admit that she’s good looking – if you like that sort of thing. Long blonde hair that could almost be natural, lovely tits – in fact the best that money can buy – and obviously not bright enough to be intimidating. So all things considered, I’m not surprised that you’re feeling in the mood for a little revenge – especially since you already had a couple of drinks before we got here. I tell you that I’ve seen some friends across the room and leave the table, finding a spot close enough to watch you but in a corner dark enough that you can’t see me. It only takes a minute for the blonde to join you at the table and begin flirting with you – tossing that hair, crossing and uncrossing her legs and making sure you get a good look into her deep cleavage. At some point I see you laugh and thrust your hand into that cleavage as if to test the depth. She doesn’t seem to mind. It’s not long before your hand is sliding up her legs, under her skirt and probing her panties. Assuming she’s wearing any of course. I know you must be excited and nervous – how far can you get before I come back and find you? I smile to myself as I watch you, a passing male misunderstands the smile and begins to approach me. I shrivel him with a look and he slinks away like a whipped dog. When I look back at you I’m a little surprised to see how far you’ve progressed. The blonde is on her knees between your thighs, undoing your pants. Your cock springs out to greet her – already hard from the anticipation and the sense of urgency. You waste no time in pushing her head down, forcing your cock into the back of her throat with one thrust. You close your eyes and tilt back your head – a groan I can’t hear escaping from your mouth. I watch your back arch as you try to thrust your hard throbbing cock even further down her throat as she begins a slow rhythmic sucking. The music pulsates in time to the bobbing of her head, the throbbing of your swollen prick. You’ve begged me for months now to take your cock in my mouth and I’ve always refused, although I’ve teased you on many occasions almost to the point of tears – my mouth so close to the tip of your cock that you can feel my warm breath caressing it, but always moving away with a laugh. The blonde looks up at you with her shiny red mouth full of cock and I see a look of triumph in her eyes. LOL – I’ll bet she thinks you’re thinking about HER. Her hands stroke your cock, cup and squeeze your balls as she sucks. I know how full those balls must be, how you must want to just let go and let your cock pump all that pent-up cum and frustration into her willing mouth. The pleasure would be doubly sweet, wouldn’t it? The pleasure of that orgasm so long denied with a touch of revenge to enhance the sensation. I drain my glass and walk towards the door. I have to pass your table and as I do so, without pausing, without missing a step, without even glancing your way, I snap my fingers *snap* and hear the blonde gasp as your cock is yanked unceremoniously from her mouth. You must have caught your hard cock against her teeth, or perhaps it’s difficult to stuff your hard dick back into your pants, because I hear you say “ouch” under your breath. I smile my secret smile again as I hear you zip up your pants and scramble to follow me. As you catch up and fall in behind me I hiss softly at you “Just wait until I get you home…” and laugh softly – imagining just how blue those balls of yours must be now…

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.

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

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

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

Freed at last? No, not quite yet…

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

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Those of you who joined us last week will know what a good time we had at last Wednesday’s hosted chat. If you couldn’t join us then, you’ll want to make sure to join us tomorrow. Ms Constance chose a wonderful topic from the suggestions made in the chat room, so be in the Special Events Room at www.communitykink.com at 1:00 pm EST. The topic? Well, you’ll have to join us to find that out. You can be sure that whatever it is, there’s bound to be a little cockteasing along the way, and of course you’re always free to introduce a new topic if you feel the need. I’m sure that one regular chatter in particular might want to introduce the subject of strap-on training, but that’s another story…

We’ve been having a lot of rain here in north Ontario – so much that it’s making me homesick for England! Still, I’ve still been able to walk down to what I think of as my own little private beach for a swim. If you’ve never gone swimming during a warm summer downpour, early in the morning, then I suggest you try it. If there’s thunder and lightning as well, then so much the better! Here’s a pic of “my” beach…

My Private Beach

Now to more serious matters. First of all, thank you to those very special people who’ve bought gifts for me while I’ve been here at LDW. Of course I LOVE to receive gifts; they’re always much appreciated, not only for their own sake but because of the time and trouble someone has gone to just to show me some love. It occurred to me recently that some of you might like to show your love in a different way, so here’s a worthy cause. Follow the link and if you choose to donate a small sum of money, then you’d earn a special place in my heart. Thank you in advance to all those of you who make a donation.

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

Empress Catherine 800-356-6169
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I missed riding the Magic Bus with everyone last night too, but I know that Ms Constance and Ms Tara did a wonderful job of filling in for me. All the usual suspects were there (or so I hear) and I know that steph did her usual wonderful job of driving the Bus for everyone. I also heard that Ms Ryan had to kick-start the recalcitrant Bus and of course she’s just the right Mistress for the job! Hmm, maybe that’s just what I need to complete my recovery – kicking something that’s a little recalcitrant. Any ideas? But, I digress… I’ll be all ready for some kinky radio in time for the Pub Lunch on Wednesday and of course for next week’s ride on the Magic Bus. Oh, and have you heard? Our latest driver, steph, suggested a road trip as a theme for an upcoming episode. Let me know if you have any suggestions for good road trip music and I’ll give them my consideration. No promises!

If you’d like to explore some aspect of femdom, then call me or arrange a text session through sexytexting.com or, if you’d like to 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 or to the Pub Lunch at 1:00 pm EST on Wednesdays.

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The sultry night is like heavy black velvet around you. The only sounds are of the crickets outside and the ceiling fan above your bed. You’ve been tossing and turning for hours now – unable to sleep. Unable to stop thinking about your Mistress and your hard cock. And those two things are inextricably entwined, aren’t they? You throw the tangled sheet off your hot, sweating, naked body. Your hard cock stands up straight, throbbing. Your hands reach down to touch – but then stop. You groan softly. You’re not allowed to stroke and, although you’re tempted, you hold back. Somehow she always knows, doesn’t she? You make a conscious effort to try and sleep, and manage to fall into some kind of doze when you hear the door open and the sound of your Mistress’s high heels on the hardwood floor.

You look up to see her placing the hard, straight-backed chair in the middle of the room. She’s wearing only a pair of high-heeled silver sandals and a thin chemise of white silk. The small dark arrow of pubic hair shows clearly through the fabric, damp with her body’s sweat, and you watch her nipples harden as the slight breeze from the ceiling fan hits them and you marvel at their sensitivity.

She barely glances at you and says only, “Sit!” You stagger over to the chair on legs trembling with anticipation and desire and sit – your cock still erect and throbbing. The sight of your Mistress causes a tiny drop of precum to slide down the shaft of your penis like a tear and a soft sob escapes you in a kind of sympathy. Your fingers clutch the edge of the chair so as to keep from touching your cock. Your Mistress reaches forward, uses the tip of one finger to lightly trace the track of the precum and wipes the warm sticky fluid onto your lips. The exquisite sensation of her touch on your hypersensitive prick almost causes you to lose control and spurt into the air but you restrain yourself with a shudder and send silent, telepathic messages for permission to release. Now she straddles your lap – one long, smooth leg on either side of the chair. You can feel the heat from between her silky thighs – so close to your cock – and with a supreme effort manage not to thrust upward. You’re overwhelmed by the sweet combination of her perfume and her hot cunt as she grabs the hair on the back of your head and forces it back. Your mouth is open and vulnerable as she begins to kiss you deeply, with a sort of passion that’s at once hot and detached. The drop of precum is forced into your mouth and dissolves between the hot tongues of you and your Mistress – hers probing deeply into your throat. She breaks contact and leaves you panting and desperate. You open your eyes and find yourself alone. Still sitting on the hard chair in the middle of the room. Still with a raging hard-on. Still unsatisfied and denied…

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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