What a week I’ve had, my pets! I’ve got one story in particular I thought I should share with you, if you’re interested. But of course you’re interested in every little word that purrs out of my mouth, aren’t you?
I know that one thing you and I both have in common is a lust for intelligent people. It’s part of what draws you to me, isn’t it? It’s why I’m the first person you think of when you’re craving intelligent phone sex. Well, I’m the same way. While the physical robustness of a man can get me hot and bothered, pairing it with intelligence is what really get’s me going. My competitive side kicks in, and I MUST dominate such a man thoroughly, so he knows no matter how intelligent, no matter how sexy, I am MORE intelligent. I am sexier. And what’s more–I have all of the control over their cocks.
Sure, there are some men out there that I can act like a little slut for (those of you who have role played cuckolding fantasies with me know this). But at the end of the day, I know that they desire me far more than I do them. At the end of the day I know that my real pleasure comes from humiliating my significant other–from showing him the vast difference between himself and a real man. Sure, sucking a big cock affords it’s own pleasures–but the thing that pushes me over the edge is the look on your face while I suck that cock–that cock which doesn’t belong to you.
But enough of this tangent, and on with the story. My boyfriend and I brought home a sub to play with from the bar last night. I liked him–he was attractive, smart–he seemed that he would be a fun challenge to dominate. He came home with me and my boyfriend, I offered him a glass of wine, and placed one hand on his leg, letting it creep up his thigh…..and he ejaculated. Barely any provocation at all–he just couldn’t contain himself. Of course, I laughed at his poor, pathetic, humiliated penis, but WHAT A DISAPPOINTMENT! I didn’t see that coming (no pun intended).
My boyfriend and I put this poor guy through domination hell. But after he was thoroughly punished, I took the man to school, teaching him all of the proper ways to stroke for me if he wanted to learn how to last longer than 3 seconds.:) Of course we had great success–but we did exhaust the poor fellow, and he didn’t trudge home, completely drained, until this morning.
Cruel to be kind,
Empress Whitney
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