Kinky Storytime with Femdom Mistress Corrine

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.

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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.

I’ve seen a lot out there on various forms of domination. The most interesting one to me thus far has been financial. No this is not an article on give me your money bitch. I want to explore more of the psychological reasoning that someone might be into financial domination.

I’ve always found it a strangely intriguing fetish/phenomenon. It’s that way to me, because I see it in real life more than is known to most people. We see the behavior I am talking about in both sexes. It comes in everything from paying for sex, which hey….no money no hooker, to the people who pay for a boyfriend or girlfriend to be lazy at home. Then there is the art of Financial Domination. Financial Domination is where people actually want to give their money to a beautiful, cold woman, everything. In return most are ignored, humiliated, and basically treated like shit by their financial Dominas.

Play is returned for money, I am not saying that Financial Domination is prostitution or the like.

I am more fascinated by the thinking society has. This is taking advantage, not doing as you should be. Well what about your best friend who supports her lazy no good boyfriend? Isn’t he financially dominating her? She is still getting something out of he relationship. My feeling is why not get what you both want? Be a sadist, and get paid for it. He or she obviously wants to lay heir money at your feet.

To consenting adults is fine. Why is it than when the behavior of being a sugar momma or daddy is shunned in society? If someone who could share their wealth with me said here let me take care of you and give you whatever you want or need you bet I’d be all over it. If they said I want you to do what you do best and dominate me while you’re at it, hell yes. You see if someone is capable of this, then yes I want to do it with them.

Just search for financial domination and you will get a ton of results. I think this is a fun form of Domination as long as it’s symbiotic to both parties. A good article on the subject is located here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Financial_Domination

Anyone wishing to be financially dominated may call me at 800-356-6169 you will leave me a very large tip, and we can talk about my gift needs at that time too. I’d love to have my own personal pay pets.

There’s a new fad sweeping the nation. It will get you into shape and shed the pounds. Dominatrix workouts! You don’t have to beat yourself up anymore. You can have a beautiful woman in fetish garb with a whip giving you a boot camp like push.

The Dominatrix workout is completely catered to you. There is no way to deal with your fat other than literally beating it off!

How does a Dominatrix workout work?

Well, you give me a call, and we talk about your goals.

How much do you want to lose?

What’s a safe rate to lose your weight?

How much should you be eating daily to lose weight?

What are your current blocks to losing weight?

How active or inactive are you?

Would you just like to tell me what machine you’re on at the gym, and I’ll encourage you in that special dominant way?

What kind of exercise would you like to “spike” up?

What’s your fetish?

We can modify your exercises with things like spikey push ups. My heel sitting on your back while you so pushups. How about a little encouragement? You have to wear a pigs nose, and suffer humiliation throughrout your workout. Best yet, when we’re done, if you’ve been very good I might let you cum.

Work up a sweat and be my personal boy toy and forced exercise slave. You know you want to.

this is a fun and very sexy way to get you in shape for both of us I am fit, trim and muscular, now lets get you there too. Call me at: 800-356-6169 or e-mail me for an appointment empresscorrine@yahoo.com