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Your Mistress’ Sexy Voice

Whitney — Wed, 24 Mar 2010 23:38:35 +0000

I know you love my voice, my pets. You love everything about it. You love how refined it is. You love the way I can command you with it. You love the way I whisper instructions in your ear. You love to hear me moan with pleasure. You could listen to me all day!

And that’s good my pets. I know you’ve been listening to my audios on our teasing forum repeatedly. And I know even after the twentieth replay, you still want more.

Well, pets, I’ve got a very special treat for you. You know how much I love to tease and deny you when you beg for more, so take note of this very rare event: You want more, and I’m giving it. You heard me correctly.

Do I have you and your cock’s attention?

Yes, my pets, I do like to reward my very special pets from time to time. So from now until the end of March, I’m giving out the password to my Special Audios page here on my blog to those devoted pets who stay on the phone with me for an hour or more. That’s all it will take to get exclusive access to my naughtiest, dirtiest, most explicit and extended audios EVER!

What’s more, I’ll continuously add new special audios to the page–and once you have the password, you’ll always have access. You’ll have my voice controlling your cock with just the click of a button.

And believe me–you want to hear these audios. I got wet when I made them! They are, without a doubt, the sexiest audios you’ve ever heard.

All you need to do is pick up the phone, serve my every whim and shoot me an e-mail for more details.

I’ll talk to you soon!

For Cock Control, call Empress Whitney at 800-601-6975
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Denying your cock!

Whitney — Sun, 24 Jan 2010 03:28:04 +0000

Hi pets! Did you miss reading my blog for a while? You know how I love to keep you waiting in anticipation, whether it’s for a sexy read here on my blog, or for a mind blowing orgasm after a long tease and denial session! Yes, pets, it’s not uncommon for me to leave a man hanging. But it keeps you on your toes and makes you such an obedient slave, doesn’t it?

True, you might be frustrated if you give up control of your cock to me during our erotic phone sessions, only to find that I use that control to deny you! You may be sitting there, with your hard aching cock that wanted to cum so badly, wanting to curse my name! And I don’t even blame you pet. I don’t even mind. Because I know that any anger you feel will give way to desire. You’ll need to me to release you. The image of me will invade your every thought, and you’ll become obsessed! Pretty soon, you’ll be doing ANYTHING to win my affections! Pretty soon, you’ll be worshipping my body, doing my bidding, singing my praises, and becoming my little bitch–all so that I may “throw you a bone” so to speak. All so that when I say “stroke for me,” you’ve got hope that all of that stroking won’t be in vain.

But whether or not you’re a good boy, remember this pet: THAT COCK IS MINE! I’ll do with it what I please. You may lavish me with attention and gifts and praise only to be denied over and over again. It’s my right to deny you.

What rights do you have? Haha:) Oh, pet! You don’t have any rights! You belong to me. But don’t worry, pet. If you’re a good boy for me–I may not always give you what you want, but I’ll always give you what I think you deserve!

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

FOR TEASE AND DENIAL CALL 800.601.6975

Calls are $2.50 per minute, minimum of 10 minutes, billed to your credit card.

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

So many reasons to mock your cock…

Whitney — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 18:28:33 +0000

Last night’s cock mockery chat was a blast! Ms. Lauren and I were there, as always, to mock, taunt, tease, and degrade those poor, pitiful penises. But we had a lovely surprise when three other mistresses showed up to get in on the fun! And of course I can’t blame them–when the word is out that there’s a room full of tiny peckers to humiliate, almost nothing can keep us away…unless, of course, it’s a big cock that has the power to get us off. Hate to break it to you, my limp-dicked freaks, but as much as I love a good laugh, a good fuck trumps it. And a good fuck can never be had with a three inch weeny.

But I’m sure you know that already. How many of you have been cuckolded by your wives because you just couldn’t cut it in the bedroom? How many of you been reduced to fluffers by your girlfriend’s, who use your wallets but use some other man’s cock? Did you get on your knees and suck that cock that fucks your girlfriend? Did you kind of like it? Hahaha…of course you did. It was probably the most sexual contact you’d had in quite some time.

How many of you are denied all sexual contact? Kept in chastity? Having your orgasms denied or doled out sparingly? Hahahah..you know that your cocks are worthless, don’t you? You know it’s best you don’t get too ambitious and try to pleasure anybody with them. And if you don’t know, Ms. Lauren and I will make it crystal clear every Monday night from 9-10pm EST in the special events room of www.communitykink.com!

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

FOR SMALL PENIS HUMILIATION CALL 800.356.6169

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

IF YOU LOVE A GOOD COCKTEASE 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

The Keeper of Your Orgasm

Whitney — Thu, 16 Apr 2009 03:22:59 +0000

There are few things in this world better than a truly earth-shattering, long awaited orgasm. For that reason, I view them as precious. For that reason, I like to make sure they are given the respect they deserve. For that reason, I don’t hand them out to just anybody. You can think of me as the keeper of your orgasm. It’s mine. I decide when you get to have it, and if you get to have it.

And the longer I withhold it, the more you want that orgasm, don’t you? That’s the beauty of a great tease–you begin to long for what you can’t have, ache for it, dream for it. And when it’s finally yours, when you are finally allowed that sweet release, it’s better than anything you thought it could be.

My whole life is a tease. When I walk down the street, I see the men watching my legs in those high stiletto heels. I see the thoughts churning in their brains. I know what they want. And we both know they can’t have it. But it goes beyond provocative clothing. When we sit down to dinner together, you watch my mouth as I take small bites out of my food. You seem my lips, wet, reddened, and you wish that I was taking small bites out of you. I throw my head back and laugh at your jokes, and you imagine the same movement in a different scenario. You imagine me throwing my head back and–rather than laughing–moaning, as I ride you to ecstasy. I let my hand graze yours when I pass you on the street, and you want that hand to drift, to graze that aching cock.

And it’s no coincidence. I know what gets you going. I know how to manipulate you. When I place my hand on your arm, I’m fully aware of where your devious mind is going. You want me pinning that arm down. You want me to make you squirm. You want what you can’t have.

But I’m a woman of extremes. I like to take things to their logical conclusion. And if I like having fun with you during casual encounters, imagine how I’ll make you ache once I get you home. You may think once you cross my threshold that’s it–you’ve achieved what you want. But not so fast. There’s still much work to be done. And I decide just how long I’ll make you work for it.

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

IF YOU’RE WILLING TO REALLY WORK FOR YOUR PLEASURE CALL 800.356.6169