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The Christmas Cocktease Continues!

Whitney — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 05:10:40 +0000

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,

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A Femdomme Birthday!

Whitney — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 16:13:18 +0000

Hello there, my pets! I hope you all know what today is. Yes, it is Monday. Yes, it is the 3rd. Yes, it is a bank holiday in Britain. But it’s something much greater than all of those things, as well.

It is my birthday, my pets. The day that we celebrate the fact that I was brought into the world!

I have to admit to you, I can be a spoiled little princess on my birthday. And why shouldn’t I be? It’s the one day a year that is specifically designated to celebrate me. Though I know you’re happy to celebrate me every other day, too, aren’t you my pets!;)

Point is, I’ll be riding you extra hard today. It will be of the utmost importance that you obey my every command, that you worship my body thoroughly, that you treat me like a queen, even if that means being my throne.

You know that I like to take joy in the simple things, my pets. But not today. Today, it is all about extravagance! Perhaps while I’m controlling your cocks I’ll bust out my fanciest of chastity belts. And if you displease me, I can have a lot of fun with my triple penetration leather cincher, so I can pleasure myself while I’m pounding away at your ass!

At the end of the day, while I LOVE to be showered with gifts, the most important thing is that you submit to my every whim and desire, showing me your devotion.

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

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An Ejaculation Control Story

Whitney — Sun, 26 Jul 2009 16:38:21 +0000

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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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.

Waiting to stroke is the hardest part.

Whitney — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 17:06:23 +0000

You always feel like you’re waiting don’t you? Waiting to hear my voice, waiting to touch your cock, waiting to cum. You’re plagued by impatience, and you know that I hold the key to your satisfaction. You think that I’m withholding. You think that I’m teasing you. You think that I’m being cruel. And perhaps that’s exactly what’s happening. Or perhaps you’re just addicted. Perhaps you can’t get enough of your Empress. Perhaps you’ll never be satisfied, because as you experience ecstacy, you’ll want more. As you experience orgasm denial you begin to find that addictive as well and you want more of that anticipation. More building of tension. More, more, more.

Pretty soon, you can’t get me out of your thoughts. The minutes pass like hours, the hours like days. You find that when you can’t get a hold of me, you feel on the edge. I plague your dreams, your thoughts, your entire being. And even before we end one phone session, you are thinking about our next one.

And as I hold you at bay, you find yourself feeling more sexually submissive. All you want is for someone to dominate you, take control, mold you, manipulate you. Well baby, I am. I am dominating you even as I keep my distance. Because when you are kept from what you want, you are weakened. The object of your affection–your gorgeous Empress–becomes all the more important to you. It becomes imperative that you please me so that I may grace you with my presence. Allow you to cum? That would just be gravy! To hear my voice telling you what to do–that’s what you long for. That’s what you need. That’s what you’re addicted to.

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

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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

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