When I was in college I dated a guy who had submissive fantasies. He loved bondage and domination, loved cock and ball torture, teasing and denial. And he loved pegging. The sight of my strap-on made him so aroused he’d get a fine tremor in his hands that slowly spread through his entire body. Once I realized the power these fantasy-fulfillment scenes had over him I limited him to one day a month, the second Saturday of the month, during which he was entirely mine to do with as I pleased, the only caveat he made being that he would be allowed to orgasm by the end of the day. Which seemed more than fair, at the time.
As the day approached, I would tease him, saying things like “second Saturday is Submission Day,” building up his excitement to the point that he was willing to do anything I wanted — including being forced to wear women’s clothing. or wearing nothing but a thong while I was entertaining guests. The whole clothed female naked male thing really drove him wild. And it was this willingness I exploited in the days leading up to The Day, testing the depths of his submissiveness and his capacity for erotic humiliation.
He called me the other day, saying he’d gotten married recently and he wanted to know how to broach the subject with his wife. He even asked me if I would be willing to talk to his wife about it. Now wouldn’t that be an interesting conversation? Apparently its been long enough since he’s had a good old-fashion D/s session that he’s been masturbating compulsively to the memories of the things I’ve done to and with him. Poor dear. I told him I’d think about it.
What do you think? Should I help him break it to his wife that he’s a sub, and teach her how to dominate him?
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Q1: What type of Mistress are you?
A1: I am a sensual, playful, firm, and occasionally cruel Mistress. I tend to ask nicely and carry a big strap-on dick.
Q2: What are your measurements?
A2: I’m 5′2″. I weigh about 105#. I’m 32B, 22 waist, 34 hips.
I am told my bottom is an ass-worshiper’s wet dream. My looks and my taste in clothing were influenced by my paternal grandmother, who was Parisienne (a French woman from Paris) .
Q3: What are your phone sex limits?
A3: I don’t do scat, diapers or other potty play; under-age play; or hard-core humiliation.
Q4: What is your favorite form of Domination?
A4: I love to strip men naked, tie them up, tease them, and threaten them with my strap-on. Cock control: I enjoy watching guys on cam and telling them how to stroke for me. I love to fuck sissy-boys in drag. I really enjoy strap-on play — there is something about being fucked like a woman that really opens men up, and I like being a part of that. And a big favorite is couples domination.
Q5: What is couples domination?
A5: Playing with a couple, usually married, and dominating one or both of them. It can be very, very hot, and can play into cuckold fantasies, especially if I bring a well-hung Bull in to play.
Q6: Do you write the stuff on your blog yourself?
A6: Absolutely! I love to write and I want clients and potential clients to have a good sense of who I am, not just as a phone-sex Mistress, but as a person. It makes it easier to establish trust, I think, which is necessary for convincing and satisfying Dominance/submission sessions.
Q7: What do you do for fun?
A7: Phone sex! Really. It’s great fun. I also dance–I do bellydancing and bhangra dancing; I visit the local Dungeon a couple of times a month; I read–I usually have a few books going at a time; I ride (men, horses, and motorcycles); I travel–I’ve been to Hawaii, Japan, Las Vegas, Boston, Key West, Yosemite, and Napa in the past year; and so many other things, from painting and writing to paragliding and hiking the nature trails along the Pacific coast.
Q8: What is your schedule?
A8: I post my schedule on my blog and I use Twitter to broadcast my daily availability, moods, and interests. For my regular clients, I also take calls when I’m not publicly available.
Q9: How did you get your start as a phone sex Mistress?
A9: Well, I’ve been aware of my power over males since I was a teenager. It is amazing how willing a man is to do the most humiliating things for my time and attention. And I realized the same thing about girls when I was in college. I’ve never been turned down by anyone — male or female — that I’ve wanted to be mine. When I left grad school, I sort of fell into being a ProDom for a couple of years. But then I recently moved back closer to my family — which is why I’m a phone-sex Mistress instead of a ProDom now.
Q10: You say you are a lifestyle dominant — do you have slaves, and if you do, what do they do for you?
A10: I am a dominant woman living with a dominant man–a woman like me can only really be happy with a man who matches her in every way. We both have extensive experience in the BDSM scene. That said, we neither of us has slaves–we find them too much work. However, we do have our submissive playthings, both together and separately. I have male subs that do much of the house cleaning in their french maid uniforms and a couple of footboys who give me pedicures. I also have a wonderful couple who prepare sushi for us–she regularly acts as the platter for special events we hold at our house–and I often take a room at the local Dungeon and spend a few hours tormenting them. Until recently, I had a live-in domestic submissive, but I found her a worthy Master and sent her on her way.
For an erotic phone session with Empress Pamela, call 800-601-6975
Calls are $2.50 per minute, with a 10 minute minimum
Discreetly billed to your credit card http://www.ratemycall.com
Hi, I’m Domina Pamela of FemaleDominationBlog.com, and I want YOU to edge for ME.
That’s right. I want you stroking for me until you are ready to spurt.
Go on. Pause this audio until you are close to creaming in your hand, and when you are that close, I want you to take your hand off your cock and resume this audio.
So you are close, right? You’ve got your hands on your thighs, right? Good.
Now, leave your dominant hand on your thigh and put the other one underneath and behind your balls. I want you to press there. Press firmly now, so you can feel it deep inside you. Do you feel that pressure against your prostate? Good.
Now, I want you to press firmly, release, and repeat 5 times. Are you ready?
1… 2… 3… 4… 5…
Excellent. Now you can touch your cock. That’s right… Now stroke it! 5 times fast! Then drop your hand back down onto your thigh… And press against your prostate. I want you to press firmly and release, really humping against your hand. Squeeze those ass-cheeks together. Remember to keep your hand on your thigh.
I’m going to go now. I’m sure you can entertain yourself endlessly this way–just remember to stop just before you are ready to cum. And if you really, really want to cum, well, you know where to find me.
The first erotic audio clip I call “I’m waiting for you.” I’m waiting for you. I’m wearing my little black dress and black stockings and gorgeous high heels, and I’ve got a surprise for you. You really shouldn’t make me wait.
The second erotic audio clip one is for sissies, those darlings who want a Mistress to turn them into girls. It is called “You are a girl.”
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I’m a FemDom and I love my work. I love teasing and denying men. I love making you beg. I love bending you over my knee and paddling you. I love dressing men in panties and making you stroke off in them. I love stripping you naked before my friends and showing them just what an obedient little sex slave you are. I love the way you worship my ass and my feet. I love locking your cocks up in chastity and milking you with prostate massages instead of letting you cum. I love making you get on your knees in your office and stroke for me, fearing all the while that someone is going to walk through your door. And I love teasing men with my strap-on. Making men suck it. Making you bed over and take it, begging for it. Yes, I am a FemDom and a Storyteller and I love my work.
And what I love about doing erotic phone sessions is that I can be your Mistress and dominate you any time, any where. We aren’t limited by circumstance and geography. When you have a deep-seated need to submit to a Dominant woman, to know what it is to have your cock and ass owned, indeed, your entire being OWNED–call me. I’ll take you places in your mind that you’ve always wanted to go but never quite had the courage to visit.
For an erotic phone session with Empress Pamela, call 800-601-6975
Calls are $2.50 per minute, with a 10 minute minimum
Discreetly billed to your credit card http://www.ratemycall.com
Are you interested in hearing an erotic audio of me doing small penis humiliation? You can find the link here.
“So you want someone to humiliate you? How pathetic is that? What kind of pathetic loser gets off on a woman verbally berating him about the size of his cock, his intelligence, his bank account? So you think your cock is too little? Get over it. Stop wasting your time obsessing about something you cannot change. Its teenie-weenie, boy, but it’s just one area of your life. I’m sure you’ve managed to compensate by educating yourself, right? Impressive advanced degrees and all that. No? You mean you’ve got a mini-cock and you’re stupid, too? How dull. I bet when you are talking to a beautiful woman you can’t string three words together without stammering. Well, then, you must be very athletic. I bet you work out a lot and have a really hard body–abs of steel and all that–the ultimate teaser for women. Lure us in thinking you’re going to be spectacular in bed, only to realize you’ve got a vienna sausage for a cock. But no, you’re probably some unfit, unshaven slob, too. I doubt you can even afford to call to me. And even if you could, why on Earth would I want to talk to you, boy? I’m way out of your league.”
While I do not consider myself a Humiliatrix, I do enjoy mild erotic humiliation and teasing. There is something delightful about knowing that some of you actually get hard when I tease you about your tiny pin-dicks and how completely unsatisfied they leave me. And it is so much fun to egg you on, to have you stroking just for me. So if you are looking for mild, light-hearted erotic humiliation, give me a call or send me a email to discuss what makes your itty bitty teenie weenie hard.
Danny approached me one night after yoga. He looked distressed and excited at the same time, and he waited impatiently for me to finish up a conversation with a friend of mine that I planned to meet up with later on. When my friend turned away, Danny dove in, placing on hand on my shoulder.
“Please can I talk to you privately?” he gushed.
I decided to overlook his touching me without permission, seeing as he appeared to be rather agitated, and taking his hand, led him over to a little nook.
“Are you ok, Danny?” I asked him.
“I almost did it!” he burst out. “I got this close” — he held up two fingers just an inch apart — “to another man’s cock, but I couldn’t bring myself to suck it.”
He trembled visibly, and expressions tumbled across his face as quickly as the words tumbled off his tongue. Desire. Fear. Wonder. Disgust. Pleading. Longing.
“You mean to tell me you had cock ready to suck and you left some more man hanging?!”
He nodded dumbly. Poor Danny. He’d had cocksucking fantasies since he was a teenager and now, in his mid-twenties, he’d come to me for help. He’d heard through the grapevine that I was a FemDom.
“Am I gay?” he’d asked me that day, his big brown eyes desperate.
“Are you primarily attracted to women or to men? Who you do find sexy?” I asked in response.
“Well, women. I love women. I don’t look at guys and get hard. But I do when I think about sucking a dick.” He answered.
“Well then, I don’t think you’re gay. You’re cock-curious,” I added with a smile.
“I’m not gay?” he asked disbelievingly.
“Not right now. You might change your mind after you’ve stuffed a cock in your mouth though,” I’d teased him.
After that conversation, I’d not heard from him for a couple of weeks. And now, here he was, standing before me and quivering like a chihuahua.
“Please Miss Pamela, I think… I think I’ll need you to force me…”
“Danny, dear. I told you, if you want me to engineer a forced-bi encounter, you’re going to have to pay for a FemDom session, just like all the other Domination-hungry submissive males out there.”
“Yes, Ms Pamela. I want a session. I want several sessions.” Again, the words tumbled out of him.
“Oh?” I quirked an eyebrow. “What for?”
Danny quivered again. His eyes dropped to the floor.
“When I was on my–my knees…” He stopped. I waited. “When I was on my knees looking at it, I realized I didn’t know how to suck him and I wanted, really wanted, to make sure it felt good…”
He raised his eyes to mine and they were pleading.
“Please Ms Pamela, will you teach me how to suck another man’s cock?”
I laughed and wondered if he really knew what he was asking.
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Domina Pamela
(800) 601-6975
FemDom Calls are 2.50 per minute, minimum of 10 minutes
Email: Empress.Pamela@yahoo.com
Which am I? I am measures of all three but not equally so. I lean very heavily toward sensual domination. I prefer to control people with pleasure, to slip into their minds and lead them down the garden path. My versatility and intuitiveness means that I can run with almost any scenario, kink or fetish–except hardcore humiliation. I know there are people who really get off on being demeaned and they’ve begged me to let them have it, but I distinguish between being a Bitch and being a Dominant. If I get off on belittling people, what does that say about me? In my book, it smacks of some deep-set insecurity–making myself feel powerful at someone else’s expense–and that just isn’t me. I know who I am, I know how make people submit–both to me and to their innermost desires. I’m a Dominant who isn’t domineering.
I recently had a conversation with a client about the spider and the fly being an analogy for Female Dominance, and how widely our perspectives vary. He sees FemDoms as spiders who spin webs to trap submissives, who helplessly pull at the strands of the web only to entangle themselves more. I laughed when he told me that. I told him my perspective is: I find a nice quite corner to spin my work of art in, and he bumbles into it, tearing it up with his struggles. If he stopped fighting the trap and thought, he’d probably find a way out, but all his silly flailing about attracts the spider’s attentions — and there are consequences for that, oh yes.
SENSUAL. STERN. SADISTIC. I am all these things, and more. Complex, composed, nuanced. If you are looking for phone sex domination that is multi-dimensional and meets your needs on many levels, give me a call
I spent most of the past month in the wine country of the Central Coast of California. Eventually it was time to say goodbye to my family and my kinky friends and head home. I look a very roundabout way, driving Highway 41 all the way across the state into the Sierra Nevadas, where I spent a day or two visiting The Major (Daddy) and then headed home.
When I arrived, my lover greeted me with shrimp scampi and chardonnay and a long flat gift box full of lingerie–my reward for coming home to him. It is a La Perla Black lace vision bustier and garter belt and sheer black thigh-high stockings. It is mostly transparent and filmy and fits me perfectly — meaning the cup size is a bit small and so my breasts almost spill over the top
I am wearing it right now and I must say that I feel incredibly feminine in it. I love the fabrics–the chantilly lace and the silk are so luxurious, and the sheer chiffon barely skims my belly when I move–making me hyper-aware of my skin. The panties are tiny and made of barely-there transparent black fabric. I wonder how many pantyboys would love to try to fit them over their bulging cocks as they stroke and stroke and stroke. I am thinking about how some of my sissies out there would absolutely ache to be able to wear something like this and look as hot as I do.
As soon as my lover saw me in this outfit he scooped me up and carried me off to the bedroom, which is why I’m in such a good mood. I’m sure all the cuckold fetishists out there would have loved to have been present for the action. My lover is hung like a bull moose and even now, hours after our last fuck, I can still feel where his cock rammed so deeply into me–so deeply that his cum is only just now starting to work its way out of me. And you know what that means, don’t you? Some lucky bastard gets clean up duty. It could be you, if you call soon
I want your cock. Large or small, thick or thin, I want it. I want to own it. I want to tame it and train it and tease it. Deny it. Bring you to stunning orgasm with it.
Why? Because through it, I own you. If I own your cock, your first thoughts in the morning, when you wake with the morning wood, will be of me, won’t they? Every time you take a piss, your fingers on your dick will make you think of me. Every time you sit down and your balls are compressed, you’ll think of me. You’ll think of me and the incredible pleasure you feel stroking for me, how much you enjoy pleasing me, and how delicious it is to be owned by me. When your world narrows down to my voice in your ear and the pulse of your cock and the knowledge that you are one half-stroke away from orgasmic annhiliation — well… nothing else matters. It is a state of being so addictive you seek to experience it again and again… but you can’t get there alone, can you? No, you need me. Admit it. You need me. You need my voice in your ear like you need air in your lungs. Without me, stroking your cock is just a form of exercise, a selfish act of self-pleasure, of self-soothing. Without me, you’re just like all the other men out there–just some porn-addicted stroker who wonders why he’s still not satisfied even after he’s cum. Why is that? Because playing solo isn’t what you want. You want your cock under someone else’s control, you want to be egged on, teased, denied, abused, edged–until, when you finally hear my voice in your head telling you to cum, cum NOW–well, when you cum, your toes curl and your brain flashes with lights behind those tightly closed eyes and you are dizzy with wonder and release. And your cock, your poor OWNED cock, wants nothing more from you–and me–than rest.
The first thing you think of in the morning, and the last thing you think of at night. Thats what I want to be. That’s what I will be. When I own you. When you’re owned by me, body and soul, cock-lock and key.
Why do sissies love to get dressed up and preen? The answer is obvious. To me at least. From birds to fish to mammals, the male of most species has flair. More colour, more flash, more decoration with which to catch the eyes of breeding females, and to intimidate marauding males with. But not humans. No. Our species has lost its feathers, so to speak, but not the urge to preen. So we dress up, males and females alike, and some males, more so than others. And some males, well, they dress up in secret, putting on their pretties, dressing up in outfits that would put most women to shame — if only women saw them. But not so long ago, men wore silks and satins, tight breeches, kilts and pumps. They powdered their faces, wore eye-catching wigs, and yes, even carried fans. Ah my sweet sissies, don’t you see, your urge to dress up is a biological urge, something primal, something from deep inside your racial memory? Perhaps you were born too late, who knows? But there is no need to be ashamed. No need to hide. There are women out there who think boys in dresses are sexy. I love my men in black–dresses that is. So dress up in your pretties and call me… prance for me and preen for me, your loving Mistress Pamela. We will have lots of naughty fun and you will have all the freedom you need to be whoever you want to be with me.
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