What is it about hearing you ask for permission to stroke for me that gets me so revved up?  I [...]]]> 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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Well, pets, you should know after our many erotic phone sessions that I NEVER submit–even when [...]]]> I’ll bet your poor cocks have just been shivering with anticipation, waiting for the third part of my Holiday saga! You’re dying to know if I submitted to my boyfriend, gave in, and gave him what he wanted for Christmas!

Well, pets, you should know after our many erotic phone sessions that I NEVER submit–even when I “submit.” At the end of the day, it’s me calling the shots, and nobody else–even when I’m dealing with a hot stud like my boyfriend. Sure, he’s a dominant male, but it’s ME who’s in control. ALWAYS.

So where was I, again? Oh yes, I believe he’d just asked me how he could know if he wanted my pussy if he couldn’t see it.

“Don’t fight it, my pet. You KNOW that you want it,” I said, as I lowered myself down enough to be just barely out of reach to his incredibly hard dick. “You can feel me even without touching, can’t you? You can feel the heat. And you want it badly, don’t you?”

“But I know that you want my cock, too.” He said.  Lightning fast I grabbed it with my leather clad hand, firmly. “Which cock? THIS cock?” I said. And he just nodded. “Why sure, pet. It’s a very nice cock. Long and thick and powerful. But you know I could walk out that door and find one better in no time. Even you aren’t immune to cuckolding, my pet. It’s a fine cock, but it belongs to me! And there are always finer cocks to be had.“ With this light and sensual humiliation, I could tell he wanted me even more. “Now, you naughty boy, will I inflict pleasure or pain on MY cock?”

“Pleasure–I beg you, it’s Christmas!” he said. “Beg me? You beg me? I like that.  Now tell me, just whom are you begging?” I teased playfully. “My mistress, my goddess, my queen, I beg YOU, please be kind to me!” Well over six feet, with a strong build and a mouthwatering dick, even he can be reduced to a begging, pleading puddle of submission. Though, like with most wild animals, it sometimes takes a little bit more discipline to break him in than most.

“You’re queen, huh? You call me a queen. Well, pet, every queen needs a throne. Today, YOU will be my throne.” And I led him to the bed, laid him down, and commenced a queenly smothering of his face.

“Good boy…keep at it and you’ll earn your present in no time!”

And if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you know all about the present I gave him!

Cruel to be kind,

So, how does it work?  Well, you know that an intelligent phone mistress like me can create some exciting and titillating tales right off the top of my head.  [...]]]> Hello, pets!  I’m starting a new project, and today is the launch.  Saturdays on my blog will now be devoted to “Choose Your Own Erotic Adventure Story!”

So, how does it work?  Well, you know that an intelligent phone mistress like me can create some exciting and titillating tales right off the top of my head.  So, I thought it would be fun to put my erotic storytelling skills to the test, by writing a continuous choose your own adventure story, full of erotic intrigue!

Each week, I will write a portion of the story, and leave two options for which way the story can go.  Then all of my pets will vote by leaving a comment with your option of choice, and the option with the most votes will be used to continue the story.   You’ll have until the following saturday to vote.  Much like with our phone sessions, we’ll be creating this story together!

So, without further ado….

THE EROTIC ADVENTURES OF PEARL!

It was Halloween, Pearl’s favorite holiday of the year.  Not only did she love the crisp autumn air, the leaves on the ground, the grinning jack-o-lanterns, the parties, the costumes–but most importantly, she knew that Halloween was when she could find men at their most vulnerable to her seductress ways!  It seemed the Halloween spirits moved all men to become her slaves, and at her mere suggestion, they gave her complete cock control.  Any man’s cock was hers to tease and deny, punish or pleasure.

She got dressed in her costume:  fishnet stockings with a garter belt, leather lace-up stiletto boots, and a medieval looking dress with a corset up top, and flowing skirt down below, long in the back and short in the front to show off her gorgeous legs to worship.  She was on her way to the home of Ms. Celeste for her annual costume ball.

Ms. Celeste was a rich and powerful woman who practically ran the town, though she held no office, nor was she a business owner.  Rather, she was an heiress with many rich and powerful friends–all of whom bowed to her influence.  It was for this reason that Pearl and Ms. Celeste made such good friends–Pearl was no stranger to excersizing influence over a man.  She was looking forward to doing just that with a well noted politician whom she knew would be attending.

She’d been fantasizing for weeks about the power she would have over him once he’d encountered her.  She knew in no time, she could have this man on his knees, collar around his neck, bending to her every whim.  He could keep her in style, while she kept him in chastity hell!  All it would take is just the right amount of cockteasing, and he would be hers forever.

Just as she was giving herself one last glance in the mirror before departing, there was a knock at the door.  The voice of her neighbor, Thom, was heard yelling, “Pearl!  I need your help!”

She opened the door and found Thom, dressed head to toe, as Little Bo Peep:  Short poofy skirt, white thigh highs, bonnet, and herding staff.  Although he had some noticeable stubble on his face, and was wobbly in his white platform shoes.

“Help, Pearl!  My girlfriend picked out this costume for me, and I’m so embarrassed!  I look ridiculous!”  Pearl smiled as she looked him up and down.  But she was torn:  thoughts were running through her head of having her fun with poor Thom, manipulating him into becoming more feminine than he ever imagined!  But then there was the politician to enslave…

DOES PEARL STAY WITH THOM, OR DOES PEARL GO TO MS. CELESTE’S COSTUME BALL?  YOU DECIDE!

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

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I have a female friend who has been cuckolding her husband for about a year [...]]]> Hello my pets!  I hope fall is treating you as well as it’s treating me.  Just like the students returning to class, fall is marking the beginning of many new projects for me as well.  My latest:  Cuckolding another woman’s cuck!

I have a female friend who has been cuckolding her husband for about a year now.  Unfortunately, he still seems resistent to his knew lifestyle, and puts up petulant fight every now and then about treating her to a lavish lifestyle and not getting any satisfaction in the bedroom, while she goes out and has the time of her life with any man she chooses.

And so, I told her I had a plan to properly put him in his place (which is on his knees, begging for mercy!).  The plan?  Make a pass at the husband, make him believe I was interested in an affair, cock-tease him until he was begging for release, and then deny his orgasm in favor of getting fucked by my boyfriend while he watched!

Poor little fool…he never saw me coming (except, of course, when he saw me cumming!).  I didn’t just stop there.  I told him that I desperately wanted to have my way with him, but that I couldn’t disappoint my strapping boyfriend (tee-hee!).  I explained that my boyfriend would be more than happy to see me play with another woman, though.  The short of it was:  if he wanted his affair, he’d have to be completely sissified!

At this point, after enduring a grueling cock-tease, after watcing me get fucked, after being denied, he was so horny he was willing to do anything!  So I dressed him up in some of my pretty things, did his makeup and put him in a wig–he looked like a ridiculous whore! 

That’s when I said, “There’s one more thing.  Obviously my boyfriend would be jealous if I had all of this fun without him!  So if you want to play with me, you’ll have to play with him, too!”  I picked that moment to lightly stroke him through his panties.  Suffice it to say, it wasn’t difficult for him to be forced to suck dick!

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

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I know that many of you are scared.  You’ve seen those men in the shower at the gym.  You’ve noticed the big bulge in your hot neighbor’s pants.  And you’ve felt the secret desire to run your hand over it, feel it jump, unzip those pants, tease that cock, and make that deliciously huge dick grow [...]]]> http://eroticaudios.com/content/Whitney/joysofsuckingcock.mp3

I know that many of you are scared.  You’ve seen those men in the shower at the gym.  You’ve noticed the big bulge in your hot neighbor’s pants.  And you’ve felt the secret desire to run your hand over it, feel it jump, unzip those pants, tease that cock, and make that deliciously huge dick grow even bigger and fatter in your mouth 

And you’re scared that if you do, if you succumb to temptation, you will become addicted to it.  You’ll become a slave to it.  You’ll have perpetual rug burn on your knees.

You’re scared about how vulnerable you would be.  You would be at the mercy of such a strong, masculine man.  You would be unable to control your cock as it grew erect, and he would have visible proof that you’re a cocksucking slut.  Of course, given such proof, he would exert his authority.  He would sexually dominate you over and over again.

But why should you be afraid of such ecstacy?  Why should you be afraid to have what it is that you want?: a big, powerful, meaty cock to kiss and suck and lick.  You just need someone to nudge you, teach you, force you to suck cock.

Well, my pets, I love to play teacher.  Especially since I know exactly how you feel.  Something so overwhelming is always scary the first time.    We’re often afraid of our own happiness–but we shouldn’t be.  I know the joys of sucking a long, thick, veiny cock.  And I’m happy to pass that joy on to you–even, and especially, by force!

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

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