Kinky Storytime with Femdom Mistress Corrine

My little piggy sent this to me. He’s gained some brownie points…..not many but a few, and maybe a ruined orgasm free……we shall see.

Ever since puberty I have been enamored with beautiful Dominant Women.  Most of the fantasies I have ever had revolved around being at the feet of, and wrapped around the finger of a statuesque Femme Fatale.  Throughout my entire life I have sought these types of Women but have never found one that really shared my desires.  Sure I have met my share of demanding Women but it usually turned out that they were demanding and controlling in a vanilla way and when I told them of my fantasies they called me a freak and the relationship ended soon after.
    That was until the day I found an interesting add.   It was short, simple, and to the point and would change my life forever.  It simple read, “ Beautiful, Sexy, Princess seeks submissive slave to tend to all my desires.  Must be willing to follow orders and surrender totally to my whims. If interested send a gracious e-mail and pic to…”
     I was definitely interested but cautious.  The internet has always been a haven for disappointment, but my curiosity got the best of me and I sent a polite e-mail and picture of myself to Her and went to bed hoping for a response.   I awoke in the morning and raced to my computer checking my inbox to see if there was a response.  There was nothing.  Oh well, I thought.  Not the first time I have sent an e-mail to such an add and not gotten a reply, so I just went on with my day.
    A week later I had already forgot about my e-mail and was again browsing the usual FemDom websites when I suddenly got an e-mail in my box, it was from Her!  I opened the e-mail and was filled with lust when I read it:
    Congratulations boy!  You passed my first test.  You wrote a decent e-mail, sent a picture that was not naked ( so tacky boys)  and have not wasted my time and pestered me with follow-ups.  My name is Corrine.  I am young, beautiful, and used to having boys wrapped around my finger.  Some would say I am a total cock tease with a sadistic streak.
   The e-mail went on about some of the things She expected in a potential submissive and Her likes and dislikes, but to be honest my head was a buzz with desire. 
    Over the next month we exchanged e-mails, and even a couple of phone calls. She sent me a few stunning pictures of herself, but of course I am always skeptical about pictures that people use on the net.  My fears were somewhat put at ease when I heard Her golden honey voice on the phone.  Sometimes She would tease me a bit, but mostly we talked about what we liked and disliked about Female Domination, and it was almost like She could read my mind.  Finally on a Thursday evening I received the e-mail I had been waiting for.  I opened it and it told me that if I was still serious, that I could meet Her at noon sharp on Friday.  I was to have the whole weekend free for what She called “ orientation. “ She wrote that there was no reason to respond to the e-mail because if I showed up She would know I was serous and if I did not that She would never speak to me again.  It went on to give me directions on where to go.  Needlessly to say, my cock shuddered and I would be there!
    I awoke Friday morning and made sure I was impeccable clean and shaved.  Especially my groin area as She said She liked Her slaves to remove all pubic hair.  As I left and walked to my car a could barely hide the bulge in my pants that was present since waking.
    Following Her directions to a tee, I nervously drove to Her house.  It was fairly large, and rested on a beautiful tree-covered lot almost completely sheltered from the view of neighbors.  I was relieved that I had not been directed to some trailer park.  I parked in the gravel drive way,  collected my thoughts,  and looked at my watch.  It was 11:57.  I got out of the car and approached Her door.  When I collected my nerves and reached out to knock the door suddenly opened.  Standing before me was the most beautiful Woman I had ever seen.  She was blonde, around my height with a perfect body, sparkling blue eyes, long legs and a wonderful pair of breasts.
     “ Hello, You must be my new toy…nice to meet you,” she said as She reached out to shake my hand.
       I reached out,  gently shook Her hand and studdered out a “ I….I … guess I am.”
      “ Oh, a shy boy, I like that already, come on in. “ Corrine responded while sensing my now visible shaking.
    “ Well. Piggy, let’s get started…Take off all your clothes, fold them neatly and wait here on your knees.  I am going to go change into something a little, well…  More motivating”  With a wink and a smile my young seductress skipped out of the room. 
    I quickly removed my clothes and knelt on the cold hardwood floor.  I felt like I had waited for hours but in truth it was only about 20 minute.  I thought to myself this must be the luckiest day in the world.  A beautiful Woman was going to make me  Her slave,  and so far She was so sweet, sexy and sensual with no hint of the sadist I was half expecting.
    I heard the clicking of heels in the hallway and my jaw dropped to the floor as She reentered the room.  There She stood, this Goddess of my dreams, in a super sexy school girl outfit.  The tops of Her breasts teased out slightly from Her pink plaid bra and tight black button down shirt.  A perfectly tanned midriff showed off a jeweled belly button ring that led down to a hot little pink plaid skirt which barely covered Her well toned “ to die for” ass and gave way to a pair of “kick me now” legs.  Her feet were encased in a pair of black shiny Mary Janes that bore a six inch heel,   that led up to an equally intoxicating pair of black knee-high stockings.  My cock had Her full attention instantly.
    She came up and stood within inches of my face and in an ultra sweet tone said “ Is this the way you greet your new Princess?”
    I knew instantly what to do.  I leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the toe of each shoe and let out a muffled, “ I am sorry.”
    Smack!  Pain shot across my face as Her hand made contact.  Unshaken by my groan Corrine leaned down to my ear and whispered,” I think you mean, I am sorry… Princess.”
     “ I am sorry Princess Corrine,” I responded.  This was the moment I realized that I may be in for more than I originally thought.
    “ Just Princess will work slave, the less You speak the easier this will be.  Stand up piggy and keep you eyes down, I want to get a look at my new property.”  She circled me like a lioness would Her prey.  Coming back around to the front of me She let out a giggle, “ Did I give you permission to get that little thingy hard ?”
     I blushed in shame and embarrassment, “ No, Princess.”
     “ I am flattered you are so excited, but…we will have to do something about that.  Besides, we couldn’t have little piggies running around with hard-ons all day.  How would anything ever get done?”  She sauntered away for a second and returned with something in Her hand.  Slap! Slap! Slap!  With 3 heavy blows I doubled over in pain.  My cock was on fire and no longer hard.  The item in Her hand was a riding crop.  As I straightened back up She told me to look at Her.  At this point I almost didn’t want to, knowing I may just get hard again.
    I looked up at Her and saw a sadistic smile cross Her face as she played with a long blonde braided pig tail with Her free hand.  Princess walked away again and returned with a large leather collar with a ring attached to the front.  Going around to my back she placed it on me .  I felt Her hot breath on my neck and could smell Her jasmine shampoo as I heard the sound of a padlock clicking shut.  A sense of helplessness played across my soul. She attached a short leash to the ring on my collar and led me over to Her couch.  My Princess took a seat on the couch and positioned me as Her footstool. 
    After about half an hour of Princess Corrine reading a magazine while playfully prodding me with Her heels, She finally took away Her feet and said.  “ Ok piggy, we have some work to do with you.”  She gave a firm tug on the leash, “ Follow me.”
    Thinking my knees finally would get a little relief I started to stand up but immediately saw by the look in Her eyes that I was to crawl.  As She led my down the hallway my eyes were transfixed on Her perfectly formed buttocks every time Her tiny skirt swayed with Her hips.  So much so that I ran right into it when She stopped. “ have a good look did you?” She giggled.
    Princess unlocked a door and quickly led me inside.  The room was fairly large and once in I realized it was a Dungeon.  There was a large wood cross on one side of the room and a small iron cage in the corner.   In the center was a small padded bench and on the walls hung all sorts of intimidating torture implements.  On the ceiling was mounted some sort of winch with a large chain hanging from it, this is where my Princess led me.
    She quickly placed a leather cuff to each of my wrists and attached them to the chain.  With a few tugs I was pulled to my feet and a spreader bar was attached between my ankles.  A few more tugs on the chain and I was suspended on my tip toes.  My Princess looked deep into my eyes and said softly, “ Now that I have Your full attention…”  The riding crop slowly teased the underside of my once again rock hard cock. “ Now slave, I can be sweet at times, but definitely a cold-hearted bitch at others….  I want to tell you that I do not play with safe words or any silly things like that.  This is real slavery and I expect you to follow one rule.  My one big rule is that I make the rules and my word is your law.”
    She stepped slightly to the side and I was taken completely off guard by what I saw.  It was a video camera, “ Don’t worry piggy, that is just in case you try to weasel out of our deal. Now, if you don’t think You can handle this arrangement please feel free to tell me now and I will release you back to you regular life. Otherwise this is the last time I will let you do so.”
   The sexual excitement of my predicament took over my reason and I quickly agreed.  My cock wouldn’t let me say no, no matter what She may have asked.
   “ Awwwe, Thank you my little pet, “ She smiled broadly, “we are going to have so much fun together, well at least I am going to have fun with you.”  She grasped something off the wall and before I knew it I had a penis shaped gag stuck in my mouth. “ This is for your own good my pet,  I am not in the mood for back talk or screaming”
    She giggled as She picked up a large deerskin flogger.  She twirled it in Her hand and began reigning it down on my back, ass and thighs.  The heavy thuds of the flogger warmed my body and actually felt wonderful as if I was being massaged.  Looking at my rock hard penis, Princess stopped the flogging and purred, “ Ohhh, piggy likes that!”  Without warning a heavy under hand blow struck my balls, then another and another.  I instantly felt like I was about to either throw up or swallow the gag in my mouth.  Meanwhile Princess Corrine laughed hysterically.
    After about an hour of being beaten with at least a dozen different whips, crops and paddles, Princess stopped and rehung the instruments.  My ass was on fire and totally black and blue from Her strikes, tears had streamed down my face and I was totally exhausted.
    “ Awwwe, piggy.  You have been such a good boy today.  Sorry I had to beat you so hard, but you were one minute early today, not to mention staring at my ass without permission.  But, because this is your first day. I think I will reward you.”  With that, She took the gag from my mouth and I struggled to catch my breathe. “ Catch your breath, my pet.”  She exclaimed as, She left the room.
    Princess Corrine returned shortly with a smile.  She came around to my back once again and I felt something cool being applied to my ass.  Quickly I realized a plug was gently being pushed into me, I gasped but there was no escape as the fat part entered me and my sphincter clamped tightly down.
    “ Time for your reward slave.”  Princess gave my cock a few tugs and again I was hard.  She placed a condom on just the tip and left a bunch of slack hanging from the end.  She moved in close near my face as if to kiss me but instead stuck out Her tongue and just gave a quick lick to the tip of my nose.  My penis throbbed with pleasure as that tongue trailed down my chest and around my nipple.  Princess sucked one of my nipples into Her mouth.  As She looked up into my eyes,  She bit down and pulled on it.  The pain that shot through my chest was only matched by my pleasure below as my other nipple became a victim.
    Turning around, My new owner lifted Her skirt exposing Her sexy black lace thong that was glistening from Her own excitement.  She pressed it hard against my groin almost causing me to explode.  The back of Princess’s head pushed against my face and She thrashed it back and forth harshly whipping me with Her tightly braided pig-tails.
   Breathing heavily Princess Corrine again turned around and said.  “ Beg Me if you wanna cum, slave!”
   “Yes Princess!  Please Princess!  Let me cum!” I shouted.  My tormentress reached between my legs and gave a few more tugs.  As soon as I felt the cum about to blast my Princess cruelly removed her hand and I just dribbled it out into the condom.  She had just ruined my orgasm, I almost cried out in frustration.  Princess picked up a few items in the room and came back to me.  I was to exhausted to notice what they were.  I felt Her remove the condom and once again draw close.  Expecting a kiss I relaxed ready to receive.  Suddenly before I could attempt to pull away something warm was shoved in my mouth followed by duct tape.  I quickly realized it was the condom.  I groaned into the tape but then felt something plastic roughly being placed on my cock and balls and the click of another padlock.  It was a chastity cage. 
     “ Hee….Hee… now be a good boy, my piggy and get some rest…the day has just started.”  With that my New Princess skipped off leaving me alone, beaten, frustrated, and drained as a prelude to my new life.

Slave watched in a mix of horror and delight as I took out the tub. The tub is for pets. Of course he is a prized possession, a pet. The tub is used for many things, when I decide to grace him with a bath, or when I decide to smother him.

He’s trembling in front of me. My lips curve into an upward smile. Sweet like a scalpel tipped in Curare. Sweet pain, tipped with an anesthetic poison. He knows he deserves this. The moment that slave picked up the phone, calling his Dark Goddess, his demoness; his fate was set in stone. Trembling before me his delicious fear snakes inside me. I am souless to him. A black void of heaven and hell all in one.

Part of his fear is the nylons clinging to my legs. Bright red, beneath a red sun dress. I wear simple white panties, and a simple comfortable bra. I am most dangerous when I am comfortable. I am able to move agiley.

Squatting down I pick up the tub. Let me give you a visual of the tub my little slave fears so much. http://www.amazon.com/Booster-Bath-Plastic-Dog/dp/B000634LJC/ref=wl_itt_dp?ie=UTF8&coliid=I3LLWXJ9L8JOMY&colid=31LLK4W026GFL

Innocuous looking isn’t it? Perfectly harmless, and nonetheless not made for human pets. I chose it for my human pet though. My little slave rafi, he is so afraid. The is part of his cage. He fears even more seeing the ramp. That ramp allows me to lay him there. http://www.amazon.com/Multi-Purpose-Booster-Ramp-Bath-Accessory/dp/B000GD3T7C/ref=wl_itt_dp?ie=UTF8&coliid=I2G895ETX3JFG0&colid=31LLK4W026GFL

I see the glint in his eyes. His resistance and defiance excites me. I hear the words of his mind. The mind that has already caved in. He was mine long before this. His mind filled with the objects of his fear. My round lush globes of death clad in a certain color of nylons. Each color has a code in our littl game of predator and prey. Though each one will equally bring him to the brink of darkness and death. I will send him to hell, and exalt him to heaven in one single morning session. For a moment rafi will breathe no more.

I have complete control. The globes of death and my voice permeate his brain waves all day long. He strains to hear, waiting for the command that he may touch my cock. The moan escapes his lips.

At this very second his thoughts sync with mine. I hear it, even though it’s only a thought. He would run if I give him the chance. Without further adieu, I spring forth. My Globes Of Death, hamstrings, quads and inner thighs strengthened by exercises he himself researched as an assignment. Tackling my possession, I wrestle him to the ground quickly cocooning him in rope, from the shoulders down.

“No no no stop.”

rafi likes to start soft and become more desperate as things become more hopeless for him. What a sweet little pet he is. I do so love those little pleas, they strengthen me. He feeds my hunger for him.

“slave. Most colors of the nylon rainbow are out to play today.”

My voice holds that evil edge. I am caressing him with pregnant threats. Ones he knows are true. I do so love how his eyes are like saucers to me. The deer in the headlights.

I wrap my nylons around him. Blue and purple. Those are the ones for asphyxia. Colors coded to the colors his face will go.

“Nervous little rafi? Slave if I were you I’d tremble. See the yellow ones are here today. The brown ones too.”

I am pointing to the laundry line as I say this. His fear is more pronounced. My slave’s scent changes. The scent of fear.

“Pet my globes of death are hungry. They have exercised so much today. We mustn’t keep them waiting much longer.”

The globes of death eat rafi’s soul. They take it from him, devouring it. Then making it back into what I wish him to be my obedient little dark arch angel.

Gently I caress his face murmuring in his ear. the gardens surrounding us on all sides. Like a deity comforting a smited subject. The comfort is only temporary. Soon my face changes, and before his eyes out comes the demoness he was always seeking.

I feel the leer spreading across my face. We do things in eights, the number of eternity, because his soul is completely mine. He has built his own cage with me. A gnarly bamboo cage encrusted in the black ashes of hell. Only through his hell will he reach his heaven. I know this and he knows this, but yet there is still slight resistance.

Blue and purple nylons tied together in square knots at the feet start my rope bundle of slave shaking. Poor baby. I start to wrap the ropes around his neck. His eyes wide. He can feel his fate closing in.

“No Mistress.”

It’s a plea. Not a command, but he’s still said it, the no Mistress. He still has a little rafi left. I need to break him of it. Take that from him. My hands tie the nylons tightly around his neck. My hand closes around one loop of them.

“Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down.”

My voice lilts to him. I know this breaks his barriers down. I know his cock is bulging against the ropes. I’m strangling him with the nylons on each up, by jerking him.

“Poor little rafi. You’re so helpless. Mistress will make you feel better.”

I touch him gently. He’s almost broken. I still see his eyes though. rafi’s in there. No good. I have to get him into the space of nothingness. He is what he is. A slave. A pet, the pawn of a Goddess and her GLOBES OF DEATH.

I turn my back to rafi. My Globes of Death facing him. Slowly my skirt lifts. I am bending forward to make those round perfect globes very visible to him. I quiver the muscles for his viewing pleasure. After all I know how much he loves my nylons.

“NO!”

he screams from behind me. Poor little slave. He can see the definition of my gluteal, and leg mucles. His body is wiggling, trying to slither away like a snake. In the peaceful garden, he is not at peace. Yet I know his fate makes him at peace.

Lowering myself I sit on his face. My grin so satisfied. Poor little slave. The Globes Of Death have started their bloody carnage of devouring his soul.

“rafi my little slave. I am going to rip your soul from your body. You will become whatever Mistress wishes.”

His muffled screaming meets my ears. I smile satisfied. Poor little thing. I reach into my dress pocket and pull out a scalpel.

“Careful darling. No sudden moves or we’ll really have a blood bath.”

My voice is menacing. I haunt him like a ghostly concerto coming from an empty house. I take the sharp instrument and poke his flesh with it making a small thin cut. My reward is his sweet little scream, and the line of thin red blood coming to the surface. I laugh. It’s a laugh that rafi has heard many times.

Gently I caress the cut. In this moment vampirism strikes my mood. I want to taste his health. The sweet coppery metallic flavor, the intoxicating scent. I can’t resist. I bring my finger to my mouth. His blood touches my tongue. I make sounds as if I am being fed a gourmet meal from my lovers fingers. He can’t move, though I know he’d be wiggling if he could.

“Pet. I need to feed you and clean you.”

My voice is sweet. almost neutral. That is dangerous too. My mind is going a million miles an hour with all the terribly evil things I could do with him. The bath though. I must drag him there. Like a rag doll I drag him. My hands grab the nylons around his neck. Roughly I yank and pull him. Sometimes even hitting his head. A screech escapes his lips.

“Quiet slave. You’ve nothing to scream for yet.”

Fear quiets him down. Dragging him with a fervent violence I haul him up the ramp into the tub. His legs are hanging out onto the ramp. I tie his nylon noose to the leash tie in the tub.

“Poor little rafi. I have you right where you belong in a pet tub. You’re my slave. I own you. My pet.”

The fear is taking him over. My voice always puts him at the edge.

He’s bound, tied to the tub. Unable to get away.

“NNOOO”

rafi is losing his mind.

“Yes pet.”

I peel off my red nylons. I clothespin them to the laundry line. My panties come off.

With seductive, slow motions, I peel the brown nylons up my legs. My muscular legs are clad in his brown doom. He can’t resist them. Nylons make him crazy. Nylons and the GLOBES OF DEATH tease him into a frenzy.

Like a cat on it’s prey I slink up my slaves body. He is helpless now. In that tub he’s nothing but rafi the slave. It’s a cage of sorts confining him along wiht the ropes, and nylons.

I stand up and turn away from him. The tan nylons framing my ass nicely.

“Mistress why are you changing nylons?”

I’ve had enough of his questions. The answer is to plant the GLOBES OF DEATH squarely and securely on his face. I know he will smother. By now the scent of my wetness must be reaching his nose. It tantalizes him. My next thought is pure dark evil.

“Are you hungry for me pet?”

I make my voice sound caring, kind.

Lowering myself onto his face, I plant the GLOBES OF DEATH there.

Pathetic struggling against his ties and the position of his face ensue. Poor little slave. He is learning that his home is beneath my GLOBES OF DEATH. The Globes of death smother him, feed him, and of course they excite him in a dark way. He will never admit. All rafi knows is he’s my slave. Now he is being broken down from the man he used to be.

rafi does ANYTHING for his dark Goddess. He is the prize of my slaves the most difficult to control, and when he is controlled the most submissive.

I dismount to change my nylons. As I leave him I look back at his face. His eyes are glazed over, almost as if he were dead. I know he’s just in rafi’s heaven space. I’ll soon yank him back to hell.

Mewing sounds, and fearful whimpers whisper to my ear like the sweet music of some great composer. I am creating rafi the slave. I am creating the slave I want. I walk over to the clothesline and remove the yellow nylons. The yellow nylons are crotchless. rafi isn’t even paying attention. I walk back over to him, crawling into the tub, I stand over him as I put the yellow nylons on. Poor little thing. He’s so helpless.

Just to jar my slave I pick up his choke collar made of nylons yanking him up and down.

“Up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down. That’s it slave. I own you. Your home is beneath my GLOBES OF DEATH.”

Incoherent babbling comes from rafi. He no longer has any response. He just wishes to make his Goddess happy.

The yellow nylons are on now. Slowly I lower myself. This time I’m going to make him drink of me. My globes of death planted on his forehead. I let my vagina smother him.  rubbing myself on his face. I feel his mouth opening. He’s struggling for breath. I want to drown him in my honey. I hear him coughing and sputtering. He is being cut off from his air supply and breathing my intoxicating scent.

“Breathe no more rafi.”

My laughter trails after my words evilly. I decide to up the ante. I pull the makeshift shower apparatus in. It’s attached to the garden hose. Turning the water on full blast, I spray rafi, laughing all the while.

“I have to clean you slave. You can’t be dirty it displeases your Goddess.”

I think I hear him try to scream that he’s drowning. I laugh again.

“I can give you life or death rafi. It comes from my GLOBES OF DEATH slave. Your home is beneath my globes of death. Breathe no more rafi.”

Poor little slave I know his cock is swollen against those ropes. I know he wants to relieve himself. Will I let rafi live or cum? Perhaps, or perhaps I’ll simply execute my powers as a deity and snuff him.

I lift myself off him choking and sputtering. I continue spraying him down with warm water. I know that as they get wet, the nylons will get stronger.

I pull on them steadily this time bouncing again slightly. He chokes for me. I spray him down with warm water. His eyes look at me pleadingly. Wide eyes, frightened, almost a baby.

“I’ll be back for you later.”

Evil laughter fills the garden as I leave him in the tub wet, stunned, and excited.

I wanted to share a wonderful e-mail from A based on our session this evening. Thank you A for sharing this story I hope my readers enjoy it as much as I did.

I wrote this story based on the events of today’s session.  It is not amazingly written, but I figured I would show it to you, since you played a major role in its production :D  Hopefully you will enjoy it.

Corrine slowly circled the chair in which Jim was seated, admiring her handiwork. In the previous moments she had stripped Jim of his clothes, teasing him along the way with her slow movements. She had told him to sit in the wooden chair, and wanting to please Corrine, had obeyed. Corrine had tied each ankle to the chair with thick white rope. Taking a pair of metal handcuffs, Corrine forced Jim’s hands behind his back and around the chair, cuffing them together. All in all, Corrine decided she had done a fine job.
Jim and Corrine were not lovers—hell, they weren’t even acquaintances two hours prior. Jim had seen an ad online advertising mistresses in his area, and being the horny young man that he was, decided to pursue these dominating women. He had spent time looking through the profiles of all the women that worked at this club, Guilty Pleasures. After stumbling onto the page of Empress Corrine, Jim knew that he had found the woman he was looking for. He set up an appointment for the next evening, specifying a few details of what he would like in his session, but leaving most of it up to the mistress. The next day he drove to Guilty Pleasures, nervously anticipating what would be his first real experience with a mistress.
Upon entering Guilty Pleasures, Jim was quickly directed to room 104, where Corrine resided. Opening the door, he was stunned at the pure beauty that was Corrine. Jim realized quickly that he had made the right choice in mistresses, as Corrine’s beauty in person was far greater than the pictures he had viewed online. Dressed in matching black lace panties and a bra that left little to the imagination, Corrine was Jim’s epitome of beauty. Add to this beauty 3 inch leather stilettos, and Jim was already struggling to keep his breathing steady.
There was a large bed in a corner of the room, but Corrine led Jim instead to a wooden chair near the opposite corner. Before he knew it, Jim was tied to the chair, completely naked, and his hands were handcuffed behind him. Corrine looked at him, and seductively said, “so..I hear you like to be teased, and like a little bit of pain. I believe you will be in for a treat today.” Smiling, Corrine began to seductively dance around the chair, getting so close to Jim that her body nearly touched his, but never quite did.
After a while, it became obvious by Jim’s quickened breathing that he was enjoying himself. However, it was not up to him to decide to pleasure himself. That privilege belonged solely to Corrine, and she was going to be sure to draw out his torment as long as possible. Corrine slipped one of her breasts out of her bra, bringing her chest right up to Jim’s face while she did this. She continued to dance around him, but soon went further away from him towards the bed. Sitting on the bed, she pulled both of her stilettos off. Leaving one shoe on the bed, she approached Jim’s tied naked body with the other shoe.
“Let’s see just how much you enjoy pain,” Corrine exclaimed, taking the heel of her stiletto and driving it gently into Jim’s balls. Not expecting this action, Jim gave a quick moan in pain. She drove the stiletto in harder, and Jim’s breathing became much faster, while his penis became erect. Noticing his reacting, Corrine pulled away the shoe, setting it down. She turned around, bring her ass close to Jim’s face while she pulled her bra down to let her other breast fall out. Turning back around, Corrine knelt down by Jim, letting her breasts lie mere inches away from his penis.
Corrine reached out and grabbed Jim’s erect penis, saying “I suppose you will want to cum, but I am in control of you. I will tease you, and only when I am ready will I let you cum.” Jim nodded in understanding, and Corrine grabbed each of his nipples with one hand. Corrine teased each nipple in turn, alternating between twisting back and forth and tugging forcefully on them. Occasionally, she flicked each one, giving a sensation of light pain each time. She continued this for what seemed like at least ten minutes to Jim. The whole time his penis stayed fully erect and throbbing. Afterwards, Corrine walked back over to the bed, and came back with a handkerchief. She wrapped this around Jim’s balls, and tied it tight, so that the slowed blood circulation could heighten the sensation in his balls.
“You have been a good boy,” Corrine told Jim while playing with his nipples again, “I think I am ready to let you cum for me.” Corrine picked the stiletto back up, driving it again into Jim’s balls, while scratching her nails up and down Jim’s shaft. When Jim’s penis started to tense, Corrine stopped and put down the stiletto. She continued scratching his penis, but also scratched his balls, hard enough to achieve sighs from Jim. “I want you to cum for me now,” Corrine told Jim, and held his penis, and began to stroke up and down his shaft. Jim hardly lasted a minute before he exploded in ecstasy. Corrine slapped his balls once, and then began to undo his bondage.
After cleaning himself with a towel and putting his clothes back on, Jim fervently thanked Corrine for a great time, and left Guilty Pleasures to walk back to his car. On his way home, Jim decided that he would need to have another session with Corrine. Only this time, now that he knew what to expect, he would be more specific in his requests. Next time he would ask for a more sensual experience, perhaps Corrine’s hands—or other parts—roaming all around his body. Having enjoyed the pain, he would ask for a greater element of that next time, perhaps making use of clothespins or a pinwheel. Jim was already excited about his next session.

I have a love of feminized men. I thinkt hat some of the most beautiful women in the world, are ones that were origingally men. Yes I like transgendered people. The changes fascinate me. I believe that most of these men are actually women, or were meant to be. They came that way from birth. In some instances they make better women, than most of us Genetic Girls. I want to feature someone that I think is marvelous today. She has come a long way.

She is a model, and beautiful woman. Her name is Andrea Nicole Baker, and she has her own blog about life as the beautiful woman she is.

Andrea called me for a phone session and to talk about her blog page with me. I found this incredibly erotic, and fun. She is a gentle sweet soul.

Andrea’s blog link is:

http://andreanicolebaker.blogspot.com/

The other things that I encourage you all to do is buy Andrea’s book. She has a beautiful new book out with her portfolio in it. http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/218068/?utm_source=badge&utm_medium=banner&utm_content=140×240

She is a beautiful person hoping to one day be a full time woman settlig down to love and marriage. She’s one of my heroines.

Her book is also a GREAT coffee table book. Fashion modeling and appropriate to be out on the coffee table, tasteful, and high class. She enjoys dating men who know how to treat a lady.

Suport your fellow kink community member, get her book, and read her blogs. She’s amazing!

rob IMMed me about 2 weeks ago. He’s a cute British cop who adores cuteness. His fascination is with the sadistic side of cute. rob adores the school girl who looks completely innocent. Her skirt short, and plaid, white knee high stockings with garters, white cotton panties, and of course the shirt, sweater and tie.

It took rob a while of IMMing to get to know me, he wanted to make sure that there was several kinks/fetishes in common. Last week he called. I collared him with a stainless steel collar. It locks, and has a nice frontal O-ring. Great for tying him to a cage bar, or post. I have a thing for O-ring collars. They make the nicest thing to tie people from. My pets know them intricately.

rob enjoys being caged, and forced to watch me with other men. He enjoys watching as I straddle another mans back in front of him. all the while, he’s in his uniform tied to his cage. I might sneak my toes through the bars, and show him my pretty painted nails, while I ignore him some. My stockinged feet ever teasing him. I know his cock is getting hard. There’s nothing he can do because he’s had his arms and legs conveniently bound to the cage as well. Poor rob….no touching, and all I’m doing is running my toes in.

Really he’s a sweet boy. He cries a lot of tears for me. He aches to have me, and do I ever give in to him? No. That would ruin his fascination with me. He has to jerk his own cock off. I’ll never touch it, I’ll touch him in other ways. I love making rob masturbate for me.

My legs straddle the back of my lover, while he’s in pony gear, saddle, bridle, bit, and me of course in a school girl uniform. I love having a riding bat in my hand. It’s never known when I might strike next. I can hear rob whimpering in the cage, his tears imminent.

“That’s it baby. Cry for me. Maybe I’ll reward you by dragging you around the mall, me dressed like this. Maybe I’ll even let you carry my things. You can answer the phone with ‘Hi this is rob Goddess Corrine’s personal pony bitch’ ”

My voice coaxes him. I know what this is doing to him. He wants to be the one being ridden, not the watcher.

I am not going to let him cum today.

“rob my pussies hungry for meat. I think this little pony is going to be ridden in a differnt way.”

He moans, and his tears start to eke out through closed eyes.

“Don’t close your eyes!”

Sharp and cruel, my voice lashes his ears.

I roll my current ponyboy onto his back, his cock hard and swollen. I hear the moans coming from behind his bit.

“That’s right, get that tiny pony pee pee hard.”

My fingernails brush his cock along the back of the shaft. Ah yes. The reaction I had hoped for. he’s hard and ready to go.

Evilly, I smile at rob, back my hindquarters up to the cage, and stick my feminine musk straight at his face so he can smell it. I giggle. I know he’s going insane, I hear him sobbing. Crying like my little pony boy should.

“Please Mistress.”

It’s his pathetic plea. He’s begging for the right to cum.

“Please what my pet? I can’t know what you want unless you state it.”

My voice sounds like arsenic, sweet and poisonous at the same time.

“Please Mistress i want to fuck you. i want to jerk my pony cock off and cum.”

His voice is pained, tears, and sobs in it.

“Not tonight pet.”

A sharp breath enters my chest, as I lower my hot wet pussy onto my other pony slave. The moment it goes in, I hear a cry of horrid frustration from robs cage. I hear him straining against his bonds. I know his hips are thrusting in mock sexual humping. His cock is hard, only to touch air.

My pussy pulsates around my pony cock, I play wih my clit. It’s coming, the orgasms. I say orgasms, because multiples are common for me. My body thrust up and down upon him. I felt the pulsing of his cock, my sweat pouring down me. The sweet cries of rob behind me. I felt him soot inside me. Hot wet white cum from my riding pony as he thrust himself and sprayed my cunt with his seed. He cried out in unision with rob. I felt my body spasm one last HUGE time. I cried out as well.

Slowly I led my other pony the cage. I opened the door to still see tears dripping down rob’s face. I ushered my other pet into the cage. Gently I stroke rob’s hair. His face is sweaty. His eyes look at me pleadingly.

“Ah my pet. You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

My lips lower to his forehead, kissing him in the middle of it.

“Sleep now my darling.”

I leave him locking the cage. I am put to sleep with a lullaby of tears. rob is completely mine.

Hello my pretties! I have new pages on my blog! Please check them out!

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We all have those experiences. You know the one that blows your mind? You and your partner have great scene chemistry. You can feel the electric sparks between you both. There’s that delicious anticipation. You just know this is going to be a good session. I had a late night foot worship session much like this.

One of the things I love about being a Domina is the sadism, tease, mind fuck aspect. I love reciprocal attention too.

Last night during my hot foot worship session I got to take my shoes off and kick back for a very wonderful pedicure from a sexy man. First footman drew me a nice warm tub of water. You can get a lovely shoe box tub anywhere, they work great to soak your feet in. Slowly and with his sexy muscular body moving in front of me he poured in some dead sea salts. With finesse he added a drop of lavender essential oil. I love essential oils, and lavender is so relaxing.

Slowly I dipped my feet into  the warm relaxing water. Splashing them around a bit, delicately so that he could watch them. His reaction was evident, his foot fetish took over. Not so slowly his cock bulged from between his legs. Beautiful and thick. I motioned him over to me, and gently removed my lavender scented feet from the water.

I raised my legs and my warm lavender scented feet to his swollen member. Dark, luscious, plump, juicy flesh greeted my toes. My toes flicked the head of his cock. This made him stand a little straighter. His hips pushing further, meeting my toes. His desire was evident. There is no sight more appealing than a man beholden to your feet, or so I thought.

Next footman took a pumice stone, and gently filed the skin on the pads of my feet. Gentle and sweet, the lovely pumice stone made my feet very soft. footman got an emery board and slowly filed my toenails. The filing was like making love. Hot friction on wet oiled toes. Back and forth, up and down until they were perfect.

My next treat was as footman dried my feet, patting them, removing oil and water; until my feet and nails were completely dry. Slowly and delicately, he sat at my feet; between his legs I rubbed him a little.

With a coy smile, I handed him the nail polish. A deep royal purple color. Rich, like the color of his cock swollen in its frenzied state. I know he loves my beautiful feet with their long bones. He loves the way my feet frame their flexor and extensor muscles. The feel of the tendons to his fingers. They excite his nerves and senses. I know he’ll hold out until my nail polish dries. I know that he doesn’t want to. I am enjoying his obvious discomfort. I know the excitement is making him mad like the heat of a summers day.

My nails dry finally. Beautiful deep purple contrasting with my ghostly iridescent flesh. I truly am the light within the darkness for him.

My soles come together, and I rub his cock with my feet. His head arches back, and his eyes close. His breath becomes labored. I stretch his cock out some while my heels touch his balls rubbing on them. My reward for this teasing, is more arching and thrusting. Breathing is very labored for him. I giggle a bit. I know that I have this man. If you pull a mans penis, the rest will literally follow.

I remove my feet from his groin. I have him in my clutches. This man will tell me everything i want to know. He’d admit to anything at this point if I’d only keep going.

“What’s your secret fantasy?”

My voice is sweet with it’s edge of choose your poison.

“I want your feet in my face while you give me a teasing hand job.”

It’s almost a plea. As if I had taken his ability to breathe away.

He sits up, and I sit up. My feet find their way to his face. I reached forward between his legs. My hand encased his cock. My feet massaging his face. I pulsed my hand gently. No stroking, just pulsing, like the clenching of a pussy around his giant member. His head purple and swollen. Painted toenails and lavender scented feet in his face the pulsing in his cock more desperate. He wants to cum.

I know that if I stop my hand pulsing and don’t touch his cock he won’t be able to cum. I take my hand away. My ears prepared for the groan of desire and frustration. Sweetly it rings through them. I laugh a little more. My cruelness just beneath the surface.

“So you want to get off?”

Rhetorical question I know the answer.

“Yes oh god yes.”

The answer comes between labored breaths. Another laugh from me.

“Then jerk your cock off.”

My answer comes sweetly, with my sadism. Like eating chocolate with a small sliver of glass in it. Poison, blood, sweetness and sex all in one. footman’s hand went to hic cock. My feet were still in his face. My toes massaged him. His hand stroked his cock fast, hard, and determined. The stroking motion making him more and more purple. His balls tensed and I could see them straining to hold in their hot white cum. Then it comes the release. His whole body tensing, balls pushing themselves up. Jizz hot and white squiring forward. A laugh escapes my lips because I enjoy his pleasure, and I enjoy even more the cruel little games I’ve played with my feet getting him there.

“Shit.”

It’s strained, but pleasure filled.

He gets up to wash his hands as I’m smiling.

“Oh that was so good. I want to reciprocate.”

A smile spreads across my face. Of course I’d like him to reciprocate. I lie back on the couch as he starts kissing my feet. His tongue wraps around my toes massaging each one individually. His tongue goes over both my feet in its attempt to taste all of them.

My feet thoroughly massaged, he moves on to my legs. A full warm, wet mouth plants kisses on the inside of each leg alternating. With deliberateness up my legs his mouth ventures. My heart palpitates int hat rhythmn, like death. I can feel it. The sweet death of my control, yes I am letting go a little, giving into hedonistic pleasures. And the most sinful thing of all, I like it. I savor each moment. The thrill of every kiss.

Soon fottman’s mouth has migrated to the tops of my inner thighs. Dear God, I have to keep my wits about me. The inner thighs are tingling with the slight warm pressure of his mouth. My smooth pussy lips are trembling in anticipation. He’s found my one weakness. The thing that will make me scream and cum more than anything. Good oral sex from a skilled man, or a skilled woman.

footman’s tongue grazes the outside of my cunt lips, and that place where the lips meet the inner thighs. A shiver, and a moan come from me. It’s my turn to take ina  sharp breath, and labor for each breath. He licks the outside of my mound. Gentle, and as if  he relishes every moment of it, his tongue licks my pussy as though it were a gourmet dish; which it is. Not many men get the privelege of being allowed dine at my Y. It’s a reward, one that he’s definitely earned by offering to reciprocate.

Strong yet soft hands reach up to my lips. I feel the heat of them, the pressure. With tenderness, large fingers separate my lips, revealing my secret lilly. footman inhales, savoring the scent of my vagina, the uniqueness of my womanly scent.

I feel the tip of his tongue teasing the outside of my hole. Oh god that really is a way to excite me, tease he entrance. I know I must be swollen below. My juices are lubricating me without mercy. I have never had anything but truly wet sex, and this time is no exception.

footman has a few tricks up his sleeve. With a swift sudden motion, his tongue darts up from my hole grazng my inner lips. The tip finally rested on my swollen clit. Jus the pressure of his tongue made me feel waves of pleasure. Next his tongue danced on my clit. My body writhed in the throws of it’s ecstacy. I felt the inevitable coming. The final la petite mort as the french call it. His tongue danced on my clit drving me insane. Just as I was preparing to finish his tongue darted inside me. My pussy clamped down.

His tongue his my g-spot. I felt the release coming. My scream of pleasure finally came out of my mouth. My g-spot hit I felt myself ejaculating. My hot, wet female ejaculate covering footman’s face. Satisfaction rolling through my body in waves. What more can a girl ask for? Hot foot and pussy worship and a mind blowing orgasm?

Hoping to hear from more body worship slaves soon. Thank you legendery footman for the mindblowing night.

One of my wonderful exercise slaves named larry has sent me a finished story. I would love to hear from more of my pets so I can post your finished stories. I got a great story response back from larry and now I want some expansion. I want to know he details of all the characters there. Send me a reply. I will post most of them. This is a very fun activity, and I am enjoying the interaction. Here it is! Please expand and give us some psychological insight into the characters. larry has done a fabulous job with giving us a great blog. Please feel free to send me story endings, from the Kinky story start, and expansions on this.

Larry’s story expansion:

I sat there in the dark room. The bed greeted the naked flesh of my hamstrings.
The room was dark, only to me. My eyes covered in a blindfold. Between my
legs, I felt the stiffness mounting. I could hear her breath. I sensed another body
there. I know she was there. To her I was completely naked. In no way would I
ever know my fate until it happened.

Carpet softened the clacking of the heels. Her approach, I could feel it though.
Whatever milady fancied, she got. Here I was with her,rock hard with nervous
excitement. The exquisite feel of her stockinged legs were teasing my lower body. This was soon forgotten as the sharp pain was felt in my family jewels
as she ground her knee into them. She ran her sharp tongue in my ear and then
whispered the words “would you like to cum my little boy toy?”

About that instant a door closed and a female wicked laugh could be heard
from another side of the room. The mystery person near me called out “come
and help me.” I heard drawers opening and closing along with sounds I could
not make out. My body was beginning to sweat from the anticipation. My arm
and one leg were pinned down on the bed. I could feel the being wrapped by
something silky and then I could not lift them. My face felt four hand slaps which
was the preface for “move! So we can catch you in web darling.”

After being tied down the two captors left the bed and the room. An eternity past it seemed. Then the door opened and closed again. I could hear ice cubes jingling in glasses. Other noises filled the room and finally it came to me
that clothes were coming off. After a few minutes my two captors joined me on the bed. A moist pair of panties were stuffed in my mouth and another placed
over my head. My sense of smell was reeling from the intoxicating smell of womanhood.

My body could detect movements on the bed and my ears picked up purring
sounds followed my kissing,sucking, and slapping sounds. The excitement
of not knowing what was going on was to much for my brain. All of sudden
my shaft was frozen like a popsicle as it was plunged into glass of ice water.
After a few minutes a warm engulfed my sword. I thought I had gone to heaven.
This was quickly followed by a sharp blow to that sword by someone’s finger.

The word “goodbye’ was followed my the closing of a door. The silky ties that
bound me were loosened and the blindfold removed. Standing in front of me
was my male boss. What the hey? My mind was in total panic. What are you
doing here? I asked. He gave out a wicked laugh and said “you will never know.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

When you think of a Dominain shoes, what’s the first thought in your head? I bet you’re thinking of something like a black boot. A boot that goes to my thighs with a 6 inch stiletto heel. Here is a link to one: http://www.amazon.com/511-ALLY-Spike-Angel-stretch-patent/dp/B000AY667M/ref=wl_itt_dp?ie=UTF8&coliid=ISLQ7ZIANUWSM&colid=31LLK4W026GFL

If that’s what you’re thinking now, I have a bit of a surprise for you! I have a cute fetish. That’s right a cute fetish.  My goal in life is to completely do a scene where cuteness is used as a sort of mind fuck. I’d love to be in a school girl outfit or nice girl outfit something like this: http://www.versatilefashions.com/product_info.php?cPath=134&products_id=1218

Now there has to be something special about the shoes in this particular scenario. They need to be unassuming, not scary, and like the rest of the outfit, they have to make you think it’s very safe. These are the shoes to do it! You might even laugh a little at them: http://www.amazon.com/KISS-208-9-Stiletto-Slide-Floating-Ducks/dp/B0013PQ09Q/ref=wl_itt_dp?ie=UTF8&coliid=I3ZAMGONXMZEN&colid=31LLK4W026GFL

Imagine me dolled up like that, Imagine that I smell like sweet vanilla and sugar. I might even wear cute girl panties with that outfit. I have the best innocent school girl giggle. What a dichotomy. Now you feel really safe don’t you? It’s safe to think that I might be all sweetness, and light. Sugar and spice. The melodious giggle teasing your ears.

“Carry my shopping bags!” It’s an order. You’re my personal little bitch. You get to carry it all cel-phones, purses, shopping bags.

To reward you I am going to tie you up and make you suck the heel of my ducky shoes. If you’re a really good boy, I might actually rub my foot on your cock. That stiletto could massage your naughty balls as your helplessly tied down. CBT is a favorite of mine, CBT in cute mind fuck phase is simply put divine. I want to humiliate your small cock and balls while you are under my cuteness spell.

Maybe I’ll flip you over and my heel ducky can dive into your man pussy. Are you sweating and panting yet? Good. I looked so sweet and innocent to start with didn’t I? I looked like the girl next door not the controlling bitch you thought I was. All sweetness and light. Now you’re under my spell, and the sweet torture begins.

There’s jsut something to the lady who is not what she seems to be. That girl that gives you a hint of herself.  She’s waiting to weave you into her web. You need to be woven into a web of short skirts, Hello Kitty gear, rubber ducky shoes, and of course the sweet girl who really isn’t.

 Call me Empress Corrine at 800-356-6169

This morning has been an interesting on for me. I have a very sweet client, let’s call him gman. Gman IMs me to say good morning, hello, and the like. I am a human being who adores pleasant social interaction with other human beings. Yes I am a FemDom, a sadist, cruel, and I definitely can be a bitch.

The truth of the matter is though I love all of the above, I love pleasant interactions with other human beings. I know that both of us are having a pleasurable exchange from them. Not that it’s pleasurable in the ways we normally believe it to be. I mean I know this is a place people come looking for the rough, rowdy, and what society has deemed the subversive.

Truthfully, those that call me and talk to me, I love them. I love that they feel a connection to me. Especially one where they talk openly, and freely. If you call me and are wanting to talk about your day. That’s a good thing. If you want to talk about everything under the sun and jerk off that’s okay too. One of the secrets of big bad FemDoms is that we do enjoy pleasure. We might give you an illusion of a cruel heartless bitch. We enjoy the same things you do though!

Many of us have families, lives, and the like outside of this. We have things we pursue and love. Hobbies, vacations.

gMan would give himself to me in and instant, he would do anything asked of him. Not only would he do this, he instant messages me, talks to me on IM. With someone devoted to you, there are no wasted words. I get to see gMan on camera when he calls. He is so sweet and vulnerable. There is something to that. Something to the sweetness and vulnerabilities. I love having a three dimensional human being on the other side of the phone line. I love to hear about the social pleasantries, then I love hearing the anticipation. The anticipation of our next session, and even more I love hearing from him what he likes. His input is so important.

Here is where the title of this post comes in. The art of joy, pleasure, gratification and the FemDom. I enjoy pleasure, and joy. They are parts of life that should always be there. Where is the joy in this, if you can’t hear the person on the other end of the line enjoying it? Where is the pleasure, if their joy is not making you feel pleasure? Yes pleasure is very important. I like to get off with my clients, and I have with gMan. I have with many others as well. I don’t fake things very well. My heart is always on my sleeve. The last but certainly not least part is the part about gratification. Joy and pleasure will bring gratification.

That final moment when I’m watching the camera I get to see gMan’s release. I get to see him give up his control to me. I see the big smile all the way there. I feel the pleasure with him.

What do I know about gMan? I know that he enjoys our personal connection. I do as well. I also know that my voice, and eyes on him, push him further into his state of Nirvana. I know that when I wake up in the morning and pull up my yahoo, I will have a pleasant message from him. I know that he cares whether my day has been good or not, and it’s good as soon as I see the message from him.

It’s nice to have a rapport with the one you are watching on camera, and who is breathing heavy in your ear. It makes the begging to cum all the more sweet. Your body tingles in more anticipation. A PERSON who adores you is giving themselves up for you.

This is my favorite kind of interaction. Everyone asks me what my favorite fantasy is. My favorite fantasy is knowing you, being inside your head, and making it my business to emotionally connect with you.