I love burlesque. I absolutely adore it. And for those of you who don’t see a difference between burlesque and stripping, I’ll clarify: Burlesque is about the cocktease, the withholding–it’s about what you don’t see. Stripping is about what you give, it’s about pleasing your audience and satiating them. To put it another way, I would be the burlesque dancer–sexual, cunning, but keeping what you want out of reach. You, my pet, would be the stripper–naked and vulnerable, baring it all.
I had the good fortune of attending a burlesque show recently. You would have loved it, my pets. The women were cool, withholding, but flirtatious. They showed just enough to let you know you want it, and no more. And it was wonderful to see a whole bar full of revved up men, just aching for a little release! I love men in that state. They’re so eager to please. And I, of course, made sure I reaped the benefits of the burlesque dancers’ handy-work.
It was like shooting fish in a barrell! I couldn’t help but get into the retro spirit of things and pull an old school move–I dropped my napkin on the floor to see who would pick it up for me. Three men went for it, but one was quicker than the others. As he was down on the floor picking it up, I parted my legs just the tiniest bit, leaned down and said, “What a good boy you are!”
I invited him to sit down with me, and instructed him to massage my feet, buy me drinks, and wait quietly while I went off to chat with other men. Oh, he was eager to do my bidding. I suspect his raging hard-on had something to do with it. But I wasn’t interested in satisfying him. I was only interested in the tease and denial. He kept angling for a kiss, so I told him to kiss my feet–which he did without hesitation right there in the bar! I love to see a humiliated man willing to degrade himself in public due to his overwhelming desire for me.:) He was on his knees, sucking on my toes, caring not a wit about the men laughing at him in the background, but only about doing as he was told.
You want to know if I took him home with me, don’t you? Haha…why would I do that? I got what I wanted–to control him, publicly.
But I did let him know I might be calling him for future favors. He said he was ready and willing. He was a very good boy!
Cruel to be kind,
Empress Whitney
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