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Leaving Your Cock Wanting More

Whitney — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 22:58:56 +0000

Always leave them wanting more. That’s my motto. That’s why you won’t find me walking down the street in slutty clothes that leave nothing to the imagination. Rather, you’ll find me an elegant, feminine goddess. I know just how much to show, and just how much to withhold. I’ll leave the truly whorish clothes to my sissy sluts, thank you very much.

And it’s why so many of you writhe in exquisite agony when I’m guiding your masturbation. I never want to give you the whole thing up front. It’s all about the slow cock-tease. Sometimes one light touch from just one finger can give you more chills than all of the vigorous thrusting in the world.

It’s also why when I’m dominating a man, one of my favorite things to do is leave a him blindfolded, tied up, and waiting. He can only imagine what’s in store for him. And as he waits, the anticipation builds. He is filled with more than just simple lust–he is filled with anticipation, frustration, fear, and eroticism. And when he’s been left longing just beyond what’s comfortable–when he’s at the point of insanity–it doesn’t matter if it’s the brush of a feather tickler on his balls or the crack of my riding crop–he will want more, more, more. And even if I choose to satisfy him, when I disappear from him I will be in his thoughts. Still he will want more.

The trick is finding out just what you want more of. But don’t you worry pets, I’ll find out. Any way that I have to…

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

IF YOU WANT MORE OF ME CALL 800.356.6169

Kinky Partner Swap

Whitney — Wed, 22 Apr 2009 22:59:09 +0000

Yesterday I went on a double date with my very favorite couple, Karen and Steve. It’s fair to say that the entire basis of our relationship is sexual innuendos and flirtation. Steve, for instance, has been “joking” for as long as I’ve known him that we’re all so close it would make no difference if we exchanged partners. He’s a sweet guy, always a joy to hang out with, but poor thing! He has no idea that should we get into the bedroom, I would dominate and crush him. He’s not exactly the tall dark and handsome man of my dreams. Rather he’s slight, short, and just starting to bald. He’s also completely oblivious to the fact that girls talk. Karen, on many occassions, has laughed to me about a little condition Steve suffers from: TPS (Tiny Penis Syndrome). But she’s got just a touch more self control than I do. She brings a vibrator to the bedroom when they have sex and she calls it a night. I, on the other hand would have to play with this. In fact, I have to admit, I already have to a certain degree.:)

No, nothing too unseemly. But when my boyfriend and I come around, and I catch him looking me over behind Karen’s back, I just can’t help myself. I look Steve in the eye while I neck with my bf. I like to watch his little eyes widen while I get another man hot and bothered. That silly little fool! He thinks I can’t see how jealous he is! Or that tiny little bulge forming in his pants when he sees me touching my bf in slightly inappropriate ways. I’ve got to say, I get almost as excited watching Steve’s reaction as I do touching my own tall, dark and handsome man.

On second thought…it might not be such a bad idea to arrange a little switch one of these days. I could have my fun making Steve do my bidding–getting dressed in lingerie for me, making him crawl around on his hands and knees, command him to worship my feet, and then tease him to the brink, and leave him unsatisfied. Karen, on the other hand, will finally get a taste of what she’s been missing. She’ll know that a man with TPS combined with a vibrator is no match for the real deal. Especially when the real deal is long, thick and powerful.

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

IF YOU WANT TO GIVE ME CONTROL AND PLAY WITH YOU HOW I CHOOSE CALL 800.356.6169

Reducing men to cocksucking whores.

Whitney — Tue, 07 Apr 2009 17:51:51 +0000

Oh, my pets. I am worn out! Ever since myboyfriend got home, it’s been a nonstop fuck fest. He’s one man it’s hard to deny orgasms to! But then, I don’t have to–he has amazing self control. For as dominant and powerful as he is, he understands that a woman’s pleasure comes first. He recogizes the power in me as well, and would gladly humble himself before me, worship my entire body, and heed my every instruction. We’re a well matched pair, he and I–he presents a challenge to me daily. I know many of my cockstuckers are familiar with how weak a strong, sexy, well endowed man can make you feel. Something about a big cock just makes you want to rub your face on it like a cat in heat. But I’m no weak little kitten. I’m an ally cat–with long claws. And I can make even the strongest of men submit to me.

But we much prefer to dominate together. Afterall–a relationship is teamwork, right? And he’s the perfect man to help me make a pathetic cuckold of you. He’s the type of man that can say, “get on your knees, you sissy bitch.” And you don’t argue-whatever your orientation. And can I just tell you how arousing it is to see him weild his power? How arousing it is to see a man reduced to a cocksucking bitch in his presence? I can’t help but jump in on the fun when that happens. Sometimes on cock-teasing duty, sometimes on cock-torture duty, sometimes on toy and strap-on patrol…I’d better stop! I don’t want to cream my pretty panties!

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

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Cock Tease/Cock Needs

Whitney — Mon, 06 Apr 2009 22:19:49 +0000

When you have a phone session with me, I like to start with the question, “What’s on your mind today?” Afterall, you called me because you’re plagued by something, aren’t you? Perhaps you’re haunted by my voice. Perhaps you’re in desperate need of a dominant woman like me to control your cock. Perhaps my erotic stories shook you to the core. It could be anything–but make no mistake about it. Your phone call was no whim. You need me.

What do I need, you ask? Complete control is what I need. Your unadulterated trust and devotion. But what I need more than anything is access to your most perverse fantasies, your secrets, your insides. I need the proper tools to dominate you–and that means I need you open, vulnerable, and at my mercy. That’s what I need. That’s what’s on my mind today.

But the question is, how do we both get what we need? Because we’re talking about needs here not wants. For instance, you may want to cum, but you don’t need to cum–what you may need is for me to mercilessly tease and deny your cock . Or perhaps you are in desperate need of a tender release. But above all else, you need me to decide what you need. You need me in charge. And I need you to obey.

Believe, me–we’ll both get what we need, one way or another. There are easy ways, and there are hard ways. I can beat you into submission, or you can worship my body and make me your queen. But neither of us will be happy, if you don’t give me a call, open your mouth, and speak.

Zen and the Art of Domination

Whitney — Sun, 15 Mar 2009 22:38:45 +0000

Whether our phone sessions consist of guided masturbation, instructed body worship, a cuckolding role play fantasy, sissification, or slow, painful domination, there is one thing you MUST keep in mind: Stay in the moment. Let the current sensation overtake you–focus on it, feel it fully, an then let it go the moment it has happened. In this way, you will get the most out of every movement, gesture, word and stroke. In this way, you will really be handing yourself over to me–and I know that’s what you want. You want me to control your cock–so refrain from letting those pervy little brains of yours run wild.

When you let your mind latch on to something said in the past, when you are thinking of the moment you hope is awaiting you when–I let you enjoy release, you are not listening to your mistress– you have not given her control. You are resisting–and then I have to find ways to bring you back to me–ways that are sometimes shocking, undignified or even painful. You don’t want that, do you? You don’t want that when I can bring you to the heights of ecstacy if you only give me your full attention, stay in the moment, and stop resisting the ways in which I’ll manipulate your brain and your cock.

So when we are growing the tension, enjoying the sensations, building anticipation–luxuriate in it. Live in it. That moment is all that exists. That moment is all that matters. The words you hear me whispering in your ear in the moment are all you need to know or think about.

Believe me, I know what to do with that cock of yours–how to make it pulsate, grow, and finally burst with ecstacy. Leave it all to me–and live in the moment.

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

GIVE ME CONTROL OF YOU BODY, MIND AND SOUL. CALL 800.356.6169

Meta-Domination

Whitney — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 20:46:34 +0000

The world is a scary place. There are so many decisions to be made in the course of a day, and there is always the worry that the wrong decision could ruin you. This is why being dominated is the basis for such incredible release–you are not in control. There are no decisions to make, there are no wrong turns. You simply are, and what happens is not up to you. The only real choice is will you fight against it? Try fruitlessly to change the tide to fit your idea of what should happen? Or will you accept it? Will you accept the pain with the pleasure? Will you simply let go, and just be?

It’s a difficult thing to let go–because it makes things so simple and pure. Humans have a hard time with simplicity. We seek to make things more complicated. We seek to make things difficult. We seek to make the world fit our own agendas–not realizing that not only are our own agendas often the wrong agendas, but they are inconsequential. The world keeps turning in spite of our own agendas.

Take, for example, the issue of global warming. As humans, we are full of ego. We sincerely believe that the fate of the world rests on which cars we drive, what food we eat, what we put into the air we breathe. What we don’t realize is that while the decisions we make in these areas may serve to destroy us, we will not destroy the earth. The earth controls us–we do not control the earth. When we are bad to the earth, the earth punishes us. At times, the earth punishes us for no reason–with tornados, blizzards, earthquakes, tsunamis, etc. If we step over the line too far, the earth rejects us entirely, and the entire human race will go extinct–and yet the earth will keep turning. Despite our egos telling us that we have the power to save the earth, to hurt the earth, to change the earth–in reality we have no power over the earth at all. In reality the earth holds all of the cards–it can reject us, it can take care of us, or it can simply be indifferent to us. It’s all ego to think that our agendas, our decisions, will affect anything at all. Whether we realize we are not in control or not, we are not in control–so you may as well accept it. On an even larger scale, no matter if the earth keeps turning or not, our galaxy is on a collision course with the andromeda galaxy. The earth has no control over the matter. The only difference is the earth has no ego about such an occurence. The earth does not believe it can stop the harsh fate that awaits it. The earth simply is, and when that collision happens, the earth will simply let it. And from other galaxies, if you looked on through a telescope at the explosion happening in the sky, it would look beautiful.

And so, my egotistical little pets, when you are under my control, don’t fight it. You can try–you can beg, you can plead, you can demand that I let you cum, that I release your cocks from frustration, that I accomodate your agenda–but as far as you’re concerned, I am the universe itself. I am indifferent to your pleas, and if your agenda is met, it is merely coincidental. I control you–and whatever swift maneuvers you believe you are performing, whatever manipulation you think you are administering, it is fruitless. And if you simply let go–if you simply accept that you are not in control, if you let whatever pleasure or pain comes your way simply live in you, if you accept that you cannot change your fate, the result will be ecstatic–as beautiful as the collision of galaxies throughout the indifferent universe.

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

FOR PHONE SESSIONS CALL 800.356.6169

Dominating The Poker Room

Whitney — Sun, 25 Jan 2009 17:22:47 +0000

Hello my little cuckolds, sissies, strokers, and pets!

Some of you know that my latest fetish has been poker. I can’t believe it took me this long to discover this new way to dominate a room. But of course, it seems that I come by it naturally:)..

Poker is such a sexy game. Especially for someone like me. I went to a poker game the other night at the house of one of my lady friends. We were the only two women there, and of course, the men underestimated us. Those silly little fools! They had no idea that such sweet little women could be so aggressive, dominant and cruel. But then, they never do. And I love to be the woman to educate them!***giggle****.

Those little worms thought they were so macho, so in control, so smart. Little did they know that I was smarter. My pretty little lips just smiled as I bullied them into submission. At first they thought it was beginner’s luck, but I knew their every move before they made it, I knew what they were holding, and I knew that I had them. As with any typically macho game where ladies find themselves involved–especially, a goddess like me–some sexist comments were thrown out, some lustful looks, some bad pick up lines. I told them, “if you feel humiliated and emasculated at the poker table, you don’t even want to know what I would do to you in the bedroom!” They laughed, and so did I, because they had no idea that I was dead serious. A part of me likes to be underestimated at first. I love a challenge and it makes it so much sweeter to see them on their knees begging my mercy.

My girlfriend and I really cleaned up. By the end of the night, it was heads up between us. For such a cute, petite girl, she was in reality a huge and ferocious shark. But I am a tigress. I pounced, and I won. She played an excellent game, and despite her loss she has my deepest respect, which is more than I can say for those shame faced men, who just looked on while I took their money like petulant little babies!

At the end of the night, my pockets full of their money, I promised them a rematch. Those pathetic little fools actually think they have a chance of winning their money back! I told them I would return the following week on one condition: After I gave them a second chance to give me even more money, we would play a round of strip poker. Then we’ll really see who’s dominant! They just stared at my cleavage, my round little ass, and agreed immediately. Silly little babies! They won’t see any of my gorgeous body. And if what they’re holding in their pants is comparable to the cards they held at the poker game, I have a feeling I’ll be leaving with more than their money next time–I’ll be leaving with their dignity.

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

FOR PHONE SESSIONS CALL 800.356.6169