Kinky Storytime with Femdom Mistress Corrine

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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