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High-society Mistress

Empress Pamela — Tue, 14 Sep 2010 13:19:40 +0000

I am the unattainable woman.

That woman you’ve always wanted but you’ve always known was way out of your league.

I’m the kind of woman who went to prep school and naturally went on to an Ivy League college with a Hall named after my family. I’m the woman you see crossing the street to the theater or charity ball wearing the five-thousand dollar designer dress. Who sits down to dinner with governors and senators and bankers and CEOs. The one who smiles knowingly at you when you open the door for her or give up your taxi to her. I’m the one whose perfume is subtle and expensive, instead of cloying, and you like it enough to -almost- stop me and ask what I’m wearing so you can buy it for your girl/wife, or even for yourself. I’m the woman who travels to foreign countries with nothing but a carry-on bag because I simply purchase whatever I need when I’m there — and then leave it for the maids when I move on. I’m the kind of woman who is used to getting her way with a few pleasant words and a smile, who visits the spa once a week and the stylist once a month. A pampered, wealthy socialite. You might even dare to call me a rich-bitch because of my air of superiority and your own insecurity in the face of my self-assurance.

And I know you. Yes. I know you get hard at the memory of me, my scent, my voice, the way I walk. I know you want to worship me, worship my feet, my ass, my legs. I know you want to stroke for me, to give up control of your cock to me, to do or be anything in order to get attention from me. I know some of you imagine being dominated by me, imagine surrendering to me, and desire nothing so much as to be cherished by me. Owned by me. You imagine all the things you’d be willing to do, sexually and otherwise, to please your mistress–me. Such is my allure that you can imagine yourself doing the most humiliating things, if only… if only you could somehow be mine. And you find yourself aroused at that thought, the thought of erotic humiliation, of submitting to me and my desires — even to my strap-on — and it both frightens and thrills you. Oh yes. I know you. I know your kind.

And I do so enjoy your kind. I enjoy you so much that I make myself available to you for phone sex sessions. When I feel like it. I love to fuck with your mind. To crawl into it and find your buttons, push them, and listen to your moans. Your cries. Your begging. “Please, please, please may I cum.” Music to my ears, my darlings. Cocktease I am — and more, a conversationalist, a dominatrix, a goddess.

I am beyond your grasp, yes, but not beyond range of your hearing. If you are willing to pay my price. If you are willing to pay my price — which I’ve agreed to keep within your range.

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

He wants me to teach his wife

Empress Pamela — Sun, 24 Jan 2010 01:35:04 +0000

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?

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

Mistress answers 10 questions

Empress Pamela — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 23:44:34 +0000

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

FemDom and Storyteller

Empress Pamela — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 20:12:09 +0000

I’ve got two new erotic audio clips for you:

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

Ode to the Teenie Weenie (humiliation fetish)

Empress Pamela — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 17:51:57 +0000

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.

Domina Pamela
(800) 601-6975
Email: Empress.Pamela@yahoo.com

For an erotic phone session with Empress Pamela, call 800-601-6975

Must be 18+ to call

Calls are $2.50 per minute with a 10 minute minimum

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What a homecumming!

Empress Pamela — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 01:25:08 +0000

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

When I own you

Empress Pamela — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 06:13:55 +0000

Listen to the audio file here.

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 sissies love to preen

Empress Pamela — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 04:21:33 +0000

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.

Clothed female, naked male fantasies (CFNM)

Empress Pamela — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 16:33:00 +0000

So I have this regular phone sex client who loves the whole Clothed Female / Nake Male (CFNM) thing, especially combined with Cock and Ball Torture (CBT). We had an interesting session this weekend involving me finding him masturbating with a pair of my panties and punishing him. The punishment was stripping him naked and making him serve me and a group of my friends who did a wide variety of humiliating things to him, ranging from tying up his cock and balls and putting hot pepper sauce on them, spanking him over a grandmotherly knee, and violating him with the handle of a hair brush. One of my women friends has the most amazing breasts, big milk-white DD with the palest pink nipples. I knew he had a thing for large breasts so I made him pant like a puppy and lap at her nipples. I even made him hump her leg. It was hysterically funny from our perspective, and erotically humiliating for him.

I was telling my sister about his antics and as I did, it gave me such wonderful ideas for next time. I’m thinking about emphasizing the whole puppy thing… stripping him down and and making him press his face into everyone’s lap to get a good whiff of them, then having my friends take their panties off and toss them around the room. Then his task will be to run on his hands and knees to get a pair of panties (while I spank him with a paddle) , get a good sniff of them, and then match the panties up with the appropriate lady. Doesn’t that sound like fun! His punishments and rewards could range from making him do things that emphasize the humiliating size of his small penis, to letting him fuck a nice big pair of titties.

If the thought of being naked and at the mercy of a group of high society women turns you on, give me a call for a session, either with me or with a second mistress to double the fun

SexyTexting vs IM chat

Empress Pamela — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 03:23:23 +0000

You want someone to take control of you. Not just control of your cock, not just your actions or your mind, but all of you. Your entire being. You want a woman–not just any woman mind you–but a dominant woman, a woman who knows you and knows herself and knows exactly what she wants from you–and what you want from her. You want a woman who will invest time and energy in you, in training you, teaching you, coaching you, coaxing you, molding you. You want to be putty in the hands of a dominant woman; you want to be the Galatea to a Domme’s Pygmalion.

Oh yes, I get what you want. I get you.

And if it is any comfort, you’re not alone.

Every day I run into a handful of people whose longing is so powerful it is unmistakable to me. Every day, both online and in person. A conservative estimate of 5 people every day means 150 people a month. 150 people who, like you, long for the undivided attention of a woman like me. I get IMs and emails. I get phone calls. I get people following me in stores and on the street, striking up conversations about nonsensical things just so they can talk to me, have a few minutes of my attention.

And I love it, don’t get me wrong. I love the attention, the longing and energy all of you bend my way. But as I recently had to remind a couple of people who grew upset because my attention in IM chats was not focused entirely upon them… there are hundreds of you, and just one of me. There is only so much of me to go around It is a matter of supply and demand, and in the case of my undivided attention, opportunity cost.

I wish I could spend hours in chat with each one of you, each of us indulging our kinks without interruption, but I cannot. I am a dominant by nature and a FemDom by profession and for my business plan to work I must choose to put my time and energy toward productive and profitable activities. And while chatting is a great way to determine if we will be compatible, or to touch base, or to set up appointments or do post-session after-care, unless we have a paid phone or SexyText session, I cannot promise to give you my undivided attention. What I can promise is that if you pay for a phone, cam, or text session, you will get my undivided attention. It will be just you and me in the playground where our minds meet, and in that place, anything is possible.

So next time you IM me (and I love chatting with you, so please do send IMs!) just remember to be patient. You’re not alone. You’ve got competition for my time, and when I get off the phone, or when it is your turn in the daisy chain of blinking IM windows, I will respond to you.

And if you get tired of waiting for me, there is always the option of a paid session: either visit www.SexyTexting.com for an IM/Cam session, or pick up the phone and call 800-601-6975 That is the best way to get and hold my undivided attention–and I am sure you will find the opportunity worth the cost.