Kinky Storytime with Femdom Mistress Corrine

I know that my blog is all about kinky story time, but I would like to address a very sexy topic here. One that I find immensely sexy.  I love turning boys into girls. It makes me hornier than anything in the world. I think women are beautiful. Turning a boy into a woman gives me a sense of truly being a Goddess. It’s the whole creationism. Not being a mother myself, it’s sort of like giving birth every time I change a boy.

Even more than changing a boy into a girl, I love to make my newly made ladies proficient in the art of sucking cock. There is an art form to convincing a man that you really are a woman sucking his cock.

I am putting together a list of things that are needed to turn you into a passable cross dresser.

1. Shave off all your hair, then get waxed. Women are not hairy and course. You must be smooth soft and feminine.

2. Silicone breast forms. Make sure they are believable. If you choose to wear a triple D, or something like that it’s not going to be believable. I always choose a B for my girls.

3. If you want to be a lady, and a proper one, then you have to be dressed like one. You will need some panties, preferable something soft silky and sexy. Lace trimmed microfiber panties in hunter green are a favorite of mine. Next you will need an over the bust corset. It’s important to be curvy. If you’re straight lined, that’s not very good. After that you cannot neglect garters, and silk stockings, of course.

All dressed in the appropriate lingerie? Good!

4. Now we need to get you an appropriate dress! Something ultra feminine preferably peach colored. That’s a favorite of mine. You know, not barbie pink, but peach. Something about it is so feminine, so alluring, and yet it doesn’t make me think of Malibu Barbie.

5. Shoes are of the utmost importance a pair of white heels about 5 inches, we wouldn’t want you to topple over while giving fellatio.  The heels make it.

6. You need a wig. A believable real hair wig. The cap needs to fit well. Choose a color complimenting your skin and hair color. If you are dark, do not choose a platinum wig. If everything about you is light, you have more choices….

7. Makeup is Key. Eyeshadow, blush, lipstick, foundation, lip liner, eyeliner. You have to look like a woman.

8. Scent. You need to smell feminine. If you have a darker skin tone, an earthy scent like cinnamon or lavender is acceptable, also Amber is a great scent. Lighter hair and skin needs a sweeter scent. Vanilla is good, so are berry scents, or florals, like rose.

9. Raise the pitch of your voice. That’s right boys…..raise that voice pitch. And not in a corny way. Make it real.

10. Convince the man that you are an extremely gorgeous woman.

11. Tease his cock mercilessly. run your fingers up the back of his shaft. Caresse his balls.

12. Ever so gently and daintily lower yourself to his cock level.

13. Slowly and deliberately kiss the head of his cock. Make sure your lips put a soft pressure on it. Just so that he knows they are there. You may leave a kiss print on his cock. This is incredidly sexy. Men love this.

14. Don’t suck his cock. Instead part your lips. Slide your mouth down gently. Still don’ suck, with your lips at the base of his cock, start to gently pump your tongue up and down. Still co this without sucking.

15. Come up to the head of his dick. Swirl your tongue around it. Test the waters by gently pushing the tip of your tongue in his pee pee hole. Some men love this it drives them wild. Others won’t respond so well.

16. Lubricate your hand now. Put your nose to his balls. Breathe in the scent while rubbing your bricated hand up and down with gentle pressure.

17. Flick your tongue across his balls. Taste that nice sweaty musky taste and scent. Act as if you are really loving it, because you and I know you are

18. Repeat engulfing his manly cock in your mouth, pump tongue, and keep touching his balls until he cums. This method should work well.

That is how to suck cock like a lady! Because you are a lady now thanks to me

Hello to all my little pets!

All my little pets, adoring fans, sissyboys, and of course my Goddess worshippers. My Talk Show with Ally and Trish was a HUGE success. They run a fantabulous radio show.  You can listen to my interview with them at:

http://www.talkshoe.com/talkshoe/web/talkCast.jsp?masterId=14983&cmd=tc

Download the April 8th, 2008 show. I’d love to hear from you. I think this radio show will give you a good idea of whom I am.  Let’s talk about what you think in person Give me a call, and feel free to call Ally or Trish as well.

Hello all my Goddess devotees!

I’m going to be on Ms. Ally’s radio show tonight at 11pm EST and 8pm PST. I hope that you will all tune in. It’s going to be a great show.

Also please vote for us at:

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Being worshipped by you on the show, phone, and online is what makes me really feel like a Goddess. Make LDW Group number one in voting and make all of the Mistresses feel like Goddesses. It’s good Karma

An Empress of the Goddesses,

Corrine

As I was sitting here in front of my computer. I thought it would be a fun thing to start a story and get the rest of you to finish it. That way i have a wonderful idea of what you want to hear when you call, what your fantasies are, and how I can help you fulfill. I love facilitating people’s fantasies. I love to use my voice, and great descriptors to make you feel that intense ache. The one where you know i am the only woman for you. If you want personal help writing the ending, feel free to call me at 800-356-6169

Let’s start this story, and everyone can make up their own ending.  Put it in the blog comments so I can read it. I’d love to read what you do with the descriptions.

The Beginning

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. There’s always that sensation when someone is moving through the room. You know that they are 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…………..

Now you finish the story for me. If this incites a particular fantasy and you would like to call feel free to e-mail me your request and story finish at empresscorrine@yahoo.com I would love to have a call based on this story. I’d love to hear your ending as well, or help you write it in person.

I thought that as a first post it might be fun to erotically descrbe an act that we all do everyday. Eating. As humans, eating for us is a very social act, one that we almost take for granted. In our fast food society we don’t stop and look at our times of enjoyment often. Here is a little blurb on eating erotically with a femdom male sub twist to it. I hope that you all enjoy it. Think of this when you sit down to dinner.

 The Centerpiece

I love the way he look laid out on my antique oak table. You see my boy is very special. The saran wrap hugs his skin tightly. I know he’s sweating in there, a little miserable even. He loves it though, and loves me even more for making him endure this. I keep him in good shape. Lots of exercise in the mornings. His body is muscular, sporting a nice washboard stomach. I can see the ripples underneath the clear plastic. He’s wrapped up so tightly. The candlelight and shadows play off his skin.

It’s not hot in the room, but all that plastic is making him sweat. I love seeing his body in such a beautiful display. I can see the china cabinet in the shadows, and hear my sissy maid in the kitchen chopping up fruit. My lips are curling into a sadistic smile. More of a cat eating shit grin, but hey I think they are one in the same. His eyes are covered with a blindfold. I can smell his anticipation. I have invited some close friends over for a party. Poor baby, he just happens to be the main attraction tonight.

I know his cock is pressing against the saran. His balls are getting hot, the sweat pooling on him.

“I think we should cool you off my pet.”

Even I can hear the almost predatory note in my voice. His whimper is a welcome sound to my ears. I’ve instructed him not to say anything. Only whimper are okay. I might have to gag him if he can’t keep from talking, but so far, so good.

Like a cat playing with it’s prey I draw my fingernails lightly across his face. Purposely I make sure they brush his sensitive ear lobes. I’m rewarded with another whimper.

“Soon everyone will know exactly what you are to me.”

The evil delight in my voice makes him wiggle, almost as if he’d like to break the saran.  My laughter is evil too. It’s a velvet coating over a cold razor edge. It will cut you, but first you’ll be fooled and put at ease by the soft teasing velvet.

“Yolanda. Is that fruit ready yet?”

My voice holds a slightly impatient tone. I like my slaves to always be on their toes. Always aware of the fact that at any moment I could be displeased simply with their presence. It’s rare, but one must mix things up to keep them harmonious.

“No Mistress.”

Her voice is high pitched, straining to be a woman’s. Her name is really Derek, but I like Yolanda better. She knows better than to slip nto any manly habits around me.

“Hurry up. Your useless Yolanda. Stop being lazy and get it done.”

I know my tone is biting, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. None of them would.

“Yes Mistress.”

A completely neutral reply. No emotion evident. Very good. I would prey on it, were it fear. Disdain would only result in her spending time in a cage, and too chipper of a response might require me to find out what mischief had made her so happy.

My pet squirms some more. His fate is sealed. I laugh at how ridiculous he looks.

Yolanda teeters out in six inch heels, a rubber french maid uniform, petticoats, stockings, and garters. She is making sure she doesn’ fall. Consequences for ruining food are very dire. Ruining my food means you have to eat the ruined food out of a dog dish at my feet. I watch you eating and berate you for ruining my food. I am almost hoping Yolanda spills the fruit.

“All cut up Mistress.”

“Good. Arrange it on top of our centerpiece.”

Yes he is the centerpiece of my party. Fruit on him. How wonderful he looks. He’s all mine. My sweet pet, who adores his Goddess realizing that everything I do to him, he needs.

I watch as Yolanda arranges fruit on my poor little pet. He is little to me even at 6′1″ I’m only 5′2″ but my presence is commandig. That’s really the only thing you have to do. Just own your divine right feminine power, and every man will fall at your feet.

Yolanda is carefully arranging the fruit on top of my saran wrapped pet. She arranges it just so, just the way I like it.  Carefully, she places a little jar full of toothpicks by my saran wrapped centerpiece. He doesn’t know I won’t allow my guests for the sake of manners, and of course sanitary purposes to pick the fruit up with their hands. They’re going to have to stab it with the toothpicks poking him throughout the night.

The doorbell rings, my guests are arriving. In they come, all of them in awe of my pet in the middle of the table. They whisper about him, and how they thought he might have finally been the one to tame me. Instead they now see that he released more unbridled lust.

I watch as my friends start to stab at the fruit. I hear his gasps, and my laughter floats over the music, conversation and clattering of wine glasses.

Slowly I maneuver over to the table. I stab my own piece of fruit from the center of his pelvis. I make sure the toothpick stabs his cock just enough he feels the point of it. A small screech rewards my ears. Slowly, deliberately, I raise the fruit to my mouth. It may just be me, but I think it’s sweeter, and juicier this way. My lips form an O, kissing the strawberry I’ve brought to them. Sucking it in slowly, savoring the feel of it in my mouth. My teeth crunch down on it, popping it open. Sweet tangy juices dance across my tastebuds. My tongue works it into chaim. Saliva lubricates the berry extracting the sugars from it. I continue to keep my eyes on my centerpiece, savoring the berry as I do. His whimpers I savor just as much. This is what makes the fruit so sweet, and delicate.

Once I have chewed it thoroughly, and extracted all the enticingly sweet and tantalizing juices. I let the berry make it way down my throat into the pit of my stomach. I keep hearing my pets whipers. I might allow him some pleasure tonight, I think to myself.