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Tease and Denial Burlesque Show

Whitney — Tue, 25 May 2010 22:00:36 +0000

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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Cockteasing Satisfaction

Whitney — Thu, 06 May 2010 11:44:13 +0000

Hello, my pets! I hope everyone’s been a good boy or a good girl for me. Nobody’s been stroking without permission have they? You know that I only like you to stoke in the presence of a mistress!;)

What is it about hearing you ask for permission to stroke for me that gets me so revved up? I think it’s the pleading tone. I like the frustrated sighs and grunts you let out just before you say, “Please, mistress! Oh, please!”

And then, of course, comes the fun of cockteasing you until you can’t stand it! I can’t lie–it doesn’t just tickle me to hear you squirm in frustration, it gets my pretty pink pussy soaking wet. But that’s no problem for me. Afterall, I know you’ll eagerly lick me until I’m satisfied if I just say the word. And if you prove yourself incapable, you know that I can get my hands on any number of men to satiate my hunger!

You, on the other hand, have to just sit there, your cock begging for release, while you worship my body. I know that just the thought of pleasing me makes you want to explode! But you know me–I’ll always make you hold out just a little longer than comfortable.

But I’ll let you in on a little secret, my pets: After playing with you, toying with you, getting your overeager cocks all riled up–I, too, derive satisfaction from hearing you scream with pleasure when you cum. Because I know you were a good boy and earned it.

And for those of you who can’t hold off long enough to really earn it, those of you who let out a little dribble when I demand a flood from that cock, don’t worry. I’ll derive my satisfaction from punishing you, and making sure that it NEVER happens again!

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Holiday Tease and Denial: Part Two

Whitney — Mon, 28 Dec 2009 05:10:05 +0000

Have you just been waiting in anticipation to hear more about the gift I gave my boyfriend for Christmas? I know you have, pets. I’m such a cocktease, I can’t help but leave my pets wanting more!

Now where was I? Oh, yes. I believe I was telling you about me with my leg propped up on the chair my boyfriend was tied to, blindfolded, licking and worshiping his way into my good graces. My cuckolds are familiar with this position, aren’t you, pets? How many times have you hoped and prayed that your skillful mouth can make up for your tiny penis? Luckily, my boyfriend doesn’t have to make up for anything–he’s got a dick that goes on for miles, and would make any little sissy fag salivate!

After his proportionally long tongue brought me to orgasm many times over, I bent down in my corset, slightly unlaced so my nipples were peaking over the top, and I said wetly into his ear, “You’re such a good boy. You’ve made your mistresses nipples so hard. Do you feel that?” as I let one rock hard little nipple trail up his shaft–making that huge cock jump for joy. “Yes, I feel that.” he sputtered out. I LOVE knowing that I can make even the most masculine, sexy and powerful man quake with nerves and excitement!

“You also made my little pink pussy so wet, my good boy! Do you want to feel that, too?” He just nodded. “I can’t hear you, my darling. I want to hear you beg for it. Now do you want to feel my wet cunt or not?” He was sweating! “Yes, please. Please! I beg you!”

Well, pets, that’s when I straddled his chair, still standing, with one leg on either side of him. “If you want it, you’re going to have to make that huge horse cock grow even bigger so it can reach my pussy hovering above you!” I can’t help myself–even with a man like him, orgasm denial comes so naturally! But he had another idea.

“How do I know if I want it if I can’t see it?” he said, a smile spreading across his lips.

Would I DARE, let him turn the tables on me and try to call the shots? Clearly this question of his was a manipulation–I could easily see through it. But then again, it was Christmas, perhaps I could let him get his way just this once…

You’ll have to be a patient pet and wait until tomorrow to find out!

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The First Pangs of Sexual Tension

Whitney — Sun, 02 Aug 2009 20:27:43 +0000

Hello my pets! I hope you’re having a thoroughly enjoyable weekend. I know that I am!

The question on deck today: Is there anything more painstakingly erotic than the first pangs of sexual tension between two people? I can’t think of any. Not the point right before you cum, not the moment after–absolutely nothing is better than when that energy is first stirred within you. When you see your own personal goddess, feel you have no prayer of ever having her, but feel the blood rushing to your poor denied cock nonetheless.

I’m sure you all have an idea what I’m talking about. It’s why people believe in love at first sight. If love at first sight is seeing someone and knowing you’ll be their’s forever, lust at first sight can definitely be equally as powerful. You see her, you hear her voice–maybe a beautiful little giggle– you stare into her eyes, you then let your own eyes roam over her body, and you just know that no other woman will ever have as much control over you. She is a picturesque, perfect cock-tease: Unattainable, beautiful, practially mythical. And your hard-on just rages, doesn’t it? Your mind races. And it’s all you can do to keep from stroking yourself.

But it’s better if you don’t, my pets. It’s better if let the tension course through you, live in it, own it. Feel your body vibrate, my pets–because that erotic moment is the best erotic moment of all.

And that beautiful nymph could be the wife who’s cuckolding you, the gorgeous dominatrix tempting you to stretch your boundaries, forcing you to get on your knees and suck cock–a command you can’t resist from such a powerful woman. It might be your girlfriend, the woman who holds the key to your chastity. Or it may be me, controlling you with the timber of my silky voice during our erotic phone sessions.

The best thing about the first pangs of sexual tension? You can experience the first time many times. Each new sight, sound, smell of a woman can bring it back. And I aim to bring you back to those first pangs of sexual tension over and over again.

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

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My Sexy Ass in my Sexy Jeans

Whitney — Wed, 27 May 2009 03:14:23 +0000

Hello my pets! You don’t mind if I take a few minutes to unabashedly brag about my body, do you? Because I just had an excellent shopping trip! I know all of you fancy sissy boys will appreciate that!;). Anywho, the crowning achievement of the day was a simple pair of Levi jeans–but oh, how they hug my ass! Are you jealous of those jeans, boys? I know you are! These jeans are suctioned to my tight, round ass in ways you only wish you could be! All of you who want to be my throne would drop to your knees at the sight of me in them. You boys who love to worship my ass with your tongues would be pained to remove them from me, they look so good! But, of course, my ass does look best with nothing on it at all! *giggle*

I know–I’m not usually this giddy or giggly. One day I’m writing high brow blogs about the parallels between music and delayed orgasms, the next I’m bouncing this hot little ass up and down in my seat with girlish glee! But I’m just a well rounded girl–with a well rounded ass to go with my personality (if I do say so myself!).

Oh, the ways I could control your cock in these jeans! All I’d have to do is bend over and let you see my lovely round humps up close and personal, and you’d be willing to do anything I say, my pets! But then, those of you who know what’s good for you know it’s ALWAYS best to do what I say–sexy jeans or no.

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

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Cocksucking House Guest

Whitney — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 01:26:17 +0000

Some of you I’ve had phone sessions with know that my current boyfriend and I have a really fun hobby that we engage in from time to time: bringing home weak men we think we can turn into cocksucking sissy fags.

Challenge is key. It has to be somebody who doesn’t think they could be made to do it. Last night, we had quite the challenge, indeed! I have this male aquaintance that I’ve been wanting to get on his knees for quite some time. He’s a cocky little show-boater. He’s always talking about the “bitches” he’s fucked–and in such a boastful way, I’m certain that he’s lying. He’s not a bad looking guy, but he’s hardly the stallion he would have you believe he is. And every time he tells one of his stories, all I can think about is bending him over and making him take my strap-on.

Last night, at a party, I got my opportunity. He was up to his old lecherous ways. Shamelessly hitting on me, being incredibly vulgar–and right in front of my boyfriend. So my boyfriend and I locked eyes, nodded, and I knew it was on. I told Mr. Showboat how much I desired his dick. How all I wanted to do was get him home, and slowly tease his cock to ecstacy. I told him my boyfriend wanted to be there, too.

You should have seen his jaw drop! He didn’t even say anything. I just took him by the hand, led him out of the party and we all went back to my place.

I love a good cocktease, as you know. And that’s why I’m not even going to tell you what happened next! hahah! I know I’m bad:( But maybe if you’re a good little pet for me, one day I’ll give you all of the dirty details!

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

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Cocktease Beach Party!

Whitney — Sat, 25 Apr 2009 23:10:34 +0000

I’ve had quite a wonderful day today, my strokers! It’s been beautiful here in the midwest, so I went to Lake Michigan in my itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny yellow polkadot bikini (okay, so it’s actually solid pink!) and lay on the sand, taking in some rays. The beach was pretty desolate, since summer has not quite set in yet, so I had the whole beach to myself–save for a few young college boys who put their blankets inappropriately close to mine, given all of the space we had. One in particular was pretty cute, so I asked him to put some sunscrean on me. You should have seen his eyes bug out! But cocktease that I am, I couldn’t help but torture the poor boy. I told him to make sure he got the backs of my thighs good and covered–higher, higher–until he was letting his fingers trail right where my ass started to stick up. Like I said, it’s a pretty tiny bathing suit, and just a bit of my round ass pokes out of the bottom. I turned over to let him get the front, untying the straps on my suit. “I don’t want to get a tan line!” I giggled. Believe me, he didn’t mind! I pulled the same trick, telling him to get my chest good and covered–lower, lower–until he was smearing that lotion all over my cleavage. He wasn’t even trying to hide his erection! Just as his pinky finger was trying to make it’s way down the top that was sitting loosely over my nipples, I said, “Now the stomach.” Poor boy! He thought he was going to get a tad bit more than that! But believe you me, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of me after that. He kept nice and close. There’s a little concession stand on the beach, and he kept offering to get me things. “Need a soda? A little snack?” I sent him back and forth a couple of times, just because I could. I didn’t really need anything. I’m telling you, that cock never went down! He was hard the entire time. Either he didn’t mind that his friends could see or he knew it was a lost cause to hide it. Finally, the last time I sent him to the concession stand for some gum, as I saw him coming back, I stood up, holding my untied top to my breasts with one hand, and said, “What are you doing?” He looked confused, so I said, “that’s no way to show a lady respect. Walk to me on your knees.” He hesitated, but he saw that I was serious and he did what he was told. He walked up to me, on his knees, and even bowed his head without prompting. “Unwrap the gum for me.” I said. He did so, and I opened my mouth. He fed me the gum, his finger lingering on my lips. So you know what I did? I said, “Thanks!” tied up my top, grabbed my blanket and went home. I can still hear his friends laughing. What is it that’s so satisfying about sexually humiliating strangers?

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

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