Kinky Storytime with Femdom Mistress Corrine

Since it’s October. I thought it would be appropriate to go with the theme of the month. Have you noticed the nip in the air? The stormy nights? The ones where you know you shouldn’t be out driving? Well you are out driving. Against your better judgement, you know it’s nights like this that land you at the Bates Motel, or worse yet, at the Mistress Mansion.

In the middle of no where exists a place that would make hell seem a day in heaven. A place where all who come are nothing but chattel; a toy for the amusement of the invisible sadistic owner and her minions.

A clicking noise form your car? What’s that? The lyrics from Bad Moon Arising enter your brain.

I see a bad moon a rising.

I see trouble on the way.

Don’t go out tonight.

It’s bound to take your life.

There’s a bad moon on the rise.

As the last rise tickles your brain, the car slows to a complete stop. You start trying to get it started again, but alas there is no hope.

Lightning flashes and to your left you see the outline of a house. It’s not one of these dark imposing homes the ones people always seem to get caught up going to, but rather a three story modern mansion. There’s a lake by the home, the floor to ceiling windows in the front look out upon it.

Your mind is racing about, thinking of how to best re-start the car. How do you get it going again? Lightning crackles in the background. Your hair stands up prickles run down your spine. The rain drenches you mercilessly. At this moment being wet is your only torture. Something is off about the evening. There’s some underlying current to the storm. It’s almost supernatural. Palatable flavored electricity dances in your mouth. You hear your name. It’s a short sweet little whisper. Something about the whisper is off, but the giggle that follows it sets you at ease.

Your legs start moving before your realize it. You’re mind is thinkging of warmth, dryness, perhaps sleeping. Slowly you continues treading; realizing every step is ever closer to the modern mansion. The ligts are on and shine out through the windows. Warm, inviting thoughts fill your head. The place is so beautiful. A fountain in the front. Something is odd aobut the fountain though…it’s a jumble of what look like body parts encased in cement. The odd this is the face forever caught in a scream, mouth open water shooting out of it. Please, you think to yourself, let this be some sick joke; a sort of NO TRESSPASSING sign.

You edge closer, eyes still on the fountain. As you do, calm sets in. You hear the voice again, and this time it’s like being rocked against your mothers chest, providing a sense of comfort and security slow, sweet. You can’t help but go forward. Too much rain and lightning out here, you’d suffer staying out in the cold wet mess of a night.

As you approach, the stairs semme miles long even though there are only a few of them. You slowly reach out to press the doorbell. Before you can a sweet little voice comes out through the intercom.

“We’ve been expecting you. We know your car is not running right now.”

Shivers go up your spine. How do “they” know? And who is “they”? You beg inside that “they” are friendly. Creaking, as though it were in pain, the door opens. Slowly it moves itself widening into a big brightly lit foyer.

In the foyer is a beautiful girl she’s dressed in a pink and black maids outfit. One too revealing for most maids, but what a nice view. Her legs seem to go on forever. Smooth, muscular, your eyes follow them all the way up until the skirt covers her thighs. Looking up though you notice how tight and low cut this little ensemble is. Her breasts peek out over the neckline. Her hair in ringlet curls, sweet and soft black hair. The ends of the curls touch her shoulders. She smells sweet like a mix of copper and something else, awakening an ancient need in you. Some carnal beast that brings forth your desire to rape and pillage.

You move forward eyeing her, she looks at you coming toward her saying nothing. The girl has eyes the size of saucers, piercing green. The look in her eyes is empty, no soul almost. A dead thing before you.

As you go forward full speed her face morphs in front of you. It’s something beautiful and terrible all at once. Not only is she not frightened but her face has changed to that of a beautiful monster, thousands of years void of anything human.

Her lips peel back and she hisses to reveal her fangs, and tentacle like tongue. It’s Cthulu’s mate come to take you. The tongue probe lashes out towards you seeking hot flesh to dig itself into. You wonder what it might be like to have her probing you in many different places, your ass, your mouth. Perhaps even sounding you. What a lovely idea a long hot wet probe down your pee hole. As your mind is lost in daydreams of this succubus of the mansion, you feel her coming towards you she pounces, hissing. Before you can move it’s already too late. You’re pinned down and the maid is undoing your trousers.

“We know what you’re thinking.”

It’s the detached voice again. Sweet soft lulling, and you’re about to be devoured.

“Your darkest desires are an open book to us fool. You will experience them all.”

The tentacle tongue stroeks your cock. Slowly sweetly. In spite of your fear, it gets hard. The sensation of your ever hardening member takes you over. And suddenly splitting pain and pleasure as she sticks her tongue down your pee hole. Another tentacle flings forth from between her legs. Slowly it strokes your ball sack. Then suddenly she pierces your tight little ass hole, and you are filled pee hole and ass hole. The ecstacy driving you mad, the agony bordering on unbearable. Who will be your tour guide through the rest of the house?

Empress Lauren the sorceress. She will tease and deny you and bring you to the depths of hell with her magic, and you will long for heaven. Read her blog here: http://www.kinkblogger.com/lauren/

Mistress Ryan is the succubus you’ve been waiting for. She has an attaching tentacle dick. You get to suck her strap on tentacle. She will make you beg, plead say no don’t stop when you really mean yes yes yes! You can read her blog at: http://www.femdomcalls.com/

Empress Molly is the brat princess of teasing and humiliation. You want to call her if you need a guided tour of horrific humiliation. She can do it. The sweet exterior hides an angel from hell more dangerous than any you’ve ever known. Read her blog at: http://www.femdomphonesexcalls.com/

Empress Baileywill cuckold you. She is a succubus with a black demonic boyfriend who has teo tentacle cocks to fuck two of us beautiful white girls in front of you. Read her blog here: http://www.penisdomination.com/

Empress Jessica will suck your soul out. One aureal touch from this beauty will leave you reeling wondering what hit you. She is a complete hells minion. Read her blog here: http://eroticdenial.com/

Domina Amandais a truly exquisite torturess and executioner. If only the Inquisition had been able to procure Domina Amanda many more would have renounced their herecy. You can read her blog at: http://www.theblogmistress.com/

Empress Celeste the ever sensual vampiress of exotic origin will wow you with her ever wonderous cuckoldress skills, her sensual domination, forced bi (you will suck blood and more!), and if you have a dick that’s too small to sink her fangs into you’ll hear about it too. She’s great at small penis humiliation. You can read her blog here: http://adultphonesexchat.com/

 Empress Samantha what’s that in the water? There’s a voice on the air. One that lulls you down. We know why the fountain contains screaming faces of men. Empress Samantha and her Siren’s voice lured them in. Now they are in the water forever. You can read the Siren’s song here: http://www.phonesexfetishblog.com/