Kinky Storytime with Femdom Mistress Corrine

Pass the Penis is a fun game! Especially for those of you into Small Penis, and public humiliation, or anything else that might float your boat; dealing with your male parts.

We play a game where you are passed around to different ladies throughout the night, and get instructions from dispatch or other Mistresses. What a great lot of fun. I think the funnest would be two girl pass the penis, you get to call me or one of the other ladies, and we pull in one or more friends. Two or more cock teases per session. Who knows if you’re into heavy humiliation maybe I’ll have you call dispatch and oink? Perhaps you’d like to tell dispatch all about what you’d like to do.

I’d love to play pass the penis with you. Or multiplayer Pass The Penis. Lots of fun for everyone. Are you brave enough to play Pass the Penis? http://www.passthepenis.com

To All my callers, thank you for your calls they make my day! For privacy reasons the thank you for the hot call page has been removed. You all are wonderful people. I always am anxious to take your calls. The gift thank you page has been reduced to first initials only.

Empress 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.