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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?

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Edge for me (guided masturbation)

Empress Pamela — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 11:59:06 +0000

The erotic audio for this post is here.

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.

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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.

I like big balls

Empress Pamela — Sat, 20 Jun 2009 02:44:47 +0000

I like big balls. I cannot lie. I like to watch strokers on webcam, playing with their cocks, and teasing their balls. I like to tell them what to do, tell them where to touch themselves and when.

I also enjoy the sheer diversity of strokers. There are the straight-forward ones, the ones who want me to talk dirty to them so they can cum. They can be a lot of fun, a sheer delight, really, to get down and dirty with and then force them to edge, force them to take their hands away from their pulsing purple cocks and tease their balls instead.

And then there are the ones who wrap their cocks in tissue, or baggies, or women’s panties, and want me to comment on how dirty or bad they are, or how little their cocks are, or feign outrage over the stolen panties. There are also the sissies, dressed up in their stockings and garters, stroking themselves through their pretty panties. It is rather a lot of fun, actually, especially the ones who are into pain or discipline, the ones who will run a brush along their balls, or put elastic bands on their cocks at regular intervals, and use flyswatters and back scratchers to flog themselves.

There are a lot of reasons to enjoy being a phone sex Mistress and I think that strokers are the best reason I’ve found so far. They remind me of my teenage years when I was such a little cock teasing princess that I rarely let the boys touch me no matter how hot and bothered we were — but instead would offer to watch them stroke. In retrospect, its rather interesting that I got so many boys to masturbate in front of me — boys tend to be notoriously shy about such things. But then I do have a rather compelling personality

If you want to talk to a cocktease who relishes teasing you, denying you, and guiding you to explosive, toe-cramping orgasms, you really should call me. Together we will re-define what ‘phone sex‘ means to you.

Cockteasing cock tales

Empress Pamela — Thu, 28 May 2009 18:46:37 +0000

So I’ve mentioned my love of strap-on play, and feminization, but I’ve not really mentioned one of my favorite things: plain old-fashioned cock-teasing.

I’ve been aware of my power over males since I was 12 years old, and I’ve been teasing them ever since. And oh, the things I’ve gotten men to do for me! I like turning guys on, getting them worked up, and then denying them access to my body for satisfaction. When I was a teenager, I got boys to masturbate while I watched, and there began my love of Strokers.

I do so enjoy telling a man how to stroke–fast or slow, tightly or lightly; how to touch himself–balls, nipples, etc; and even how to breathe. I like to be an inspiration and guide for male masturbation. Since a young age, I’ve had males offer me control of their cocks. I’ve had guys on their knees begging to please me, begging me to use them, begging for release–begging just because it feels right to have a Goddess to worship and appeal to for sexual favors.

I’ve had men beg to kiss my feet, stroke my legs, lick my ass. I’ve had men stare longingly at my breasts, daring not to touch or even to ask, and sometimes I’ll absentmindedly stroke my cleavage, or shimmy, or give my nipples a tweak. Men with body worship fixations are so easy to tease, and I love using their fixations to torment them without mercy.

Knowing a man is stroking off to me really turns me on. My juices start flowing and I’ll often reward an obedient stroker’s enthusiasm by slipping my fingers into my panties and touching myself, too. It is one of the best things about being a phone sex FemDom–all those men stroking and sighing for me.

Delicious Torments

Empress Pamela — Fri, 27 Mar 2009 22:45:23 +0000

I heard from my “Morning Wood” caller. Thanks for the comment, John I’d love to get more comments and testimonials from those of you I’ve spoken with — How was your session?

Thanks to my “Thursday is Hers Day” clients. I had a lot of fun! Lets do it again sometime soon!

I also wanted to let everyone know that I have a vacation coming up soon. This time next week I will be flying to Japan and won’t be back until April 20th or so, so… if you want a session, do call me before Wednesday, April 1st! I’ll do my best to blog via iPhone and let everyone know what a great time I am having in Tokyo and Kyoto.

Today I would like to talk a bit about figging. Figging involves fresh ginger that is peeled and cut into fingers that can be inserted into orifices. It causes a burning / itching sensation that is very intense when it is in contact with mucous membranes, but the sensation disappears as soon as it is removed. In my experience, males and females react differently to figging. Female submissives usually find figging to be a fast track to subspace. The pain / itching forces them to flee deep into their minds. But males, they tend to be very sensitive to pain… or rather, their tolerance is shallower than a woman’s. Therefore, figging a male is something I usually reserve for use as a punishment, and I rarely have to use it more than once. Just the mention of figging has my boys perking up and paying better attention (they prance around like ponies with their tails in the air). I find it far more effective at motivating a boy than just about anything else out there. That, and the prospect of something far more pleasurable as a reward.

But figging is just one of the myriad forms of delicious torment in my arsenal. Edging is quite a lot of fun — keeping someone on the edge until he is mad with the need to cum. I am a superb cocktease. I love having someone stroke for me. And then there is cocksucking. Since my boyfriend’s cock is too thick for me to give him the kind of head I think he deserves, I like to get the boys of SuckPatrol.com to suck him off for me. And then of course there is always the option of ordering someone to wear panties for me, or to go to the grocery store wearing my lipstick, or to go to a beauty salon for a pedicure–forced feminization both subtle and overt can be powerfully erotic — a great tool for softening up a man.

And lastly, today is Friday. I wish everyone a pleasant weekend, and at least one mind-blowing orgasm.

I’ll be on in the wee hours this weekend. I hope to talk to you soon.

Morning Wood

Empress Pamela — Wed, 25 Mar 2009 08:37:39 +0000

So I had a call recently that was a lot of fun. A client called straight from bed one morning. He had that delicious sleepy voice and I asked him if he still had his morning wood. To my delight, he answered that he did. When I asked him what he was interested in, he said forced feminization and strap-on play.

I told him, “Great! Get your ass out of bed and make me breakfast. Eggs and sausage. In heels and the red frilly apron and nothing else.”

He ran off to the kitchen and I got out my morning wood, strapped it on, and admired the effect of the black rubber jutting out from the folds of my silk kimono.

I went to the stove and harassed him a bit, caressing his bare ass. He gasped and moaned so beautifully.

“Pour me some coffee with cream, and bring a stick of butter with you.” I told him.

He brought my coffee and knew exactly what to do with the butter. He applied to to my morning wood.

“Better butter me up good boy, or this breakfast sausage is going to split you open.”

So he was a good boy and buttered it up good, then gave it a taste, and moaned.

I asked him if he liked how my cock tasted and he said he did.

I told him to bend over so I could butter him up and he did so, sighing softly, and held himself open for me. I ran the stick of butter along the cleft of his ass and with my free hand took hold of his bobbing cock.

“Whose cock is this?” I asked him.

“Your cock, Mistress,” He moaned artfully in his bedroom voice.

“And your ass?”

“Yours, Mistress, if it pleases you.”

“Good. Now get up on that table, boy, and hold your knees to your chest.”

I took his ass, and I owned it and he writhed and moaned so beautifully impaled on my strap-on. I did a countdown for him and when I reached “one” his orgasm was loud and long and profoundly satisfying.

It was a great way for both of us to start our day.

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If you enjoyed this, you might also like the new story series I’ve begun on my LesbianCuckoldress.com website titled “His wife, my slut”

FemDom Pamela spotted at Waikiki!

Empress Pamela — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 19:17:44 +0000

Hello to all my sissies and strokers. Miss me yet?

For my 25th birthday, my favorite boy got me a few things off my Wish List, including a mini-vacation in Hawaii. Five days of beach and sun and warmth. Mmmm.

I spent part of today on horseback at Kualoa Ranch, enjoying the incredible scenery and rocking in the saddle. I’ve been riding since I was 5 or 6 years old, and I’ve always found sitting astride a very sensual experience. There is something about the way my hips roll and my upper body sways that creates an erotic, rhythmic pressure against my inner thighs and perineum. It is simultaneously soothing and arousing, this rocking motion.

We rode Western style, my boy and I, as that was the only saddle offered, but I wore my hunt seat jodhpurs and paddock boots (low boots — the knee boots take up too much room in a carry-on case) with a silk Hawaiian shirt and black denim jacket. And of course, I had my crop–which I only used on my boy–the horse was very staid. My boy rode very well considering the pretty stripes I left on his backside and upper thighs last night (he neglected to polish my boots before he packed them), but he sat his horse without complaint. As a reward I rubbed him down with sweet almond oil when we got back to the hotel, then took advantage of him in his prone state. (Not to mention prostate What do you expect? He had an oiled backside!)

I just got in from an hour at the beach. The water is glorious and the sun is almost overwhelming after so many months of dismal winter weather. It appears that we’ve caught the tail-end of Spring Break here, and I noticed a fair number of gawking males who really need some training in self-control. Yes, I know I look hot in the purple bikini I ordered from Victoria’s Secret, but that doesn’t give anyone permission to make rude noises, gestures, or comments. Women are to be respected, not discussed like dishes on a buffet. Some of them were quite fortunate I did not have my crop with me, but as it is, I did stare a few down when I overheard them being particularly disrespectful. One of them even gave a hint of a bow. A good boy that one. He has potential.

Tonight we are going to a luau. I am wearing my leather halter bustier and a pair of khaki shorts. My boy will carry my shawl for me in the event I get cold and need to wrap up. I am considering bringing my riding crop and strap-on in the event I need to discipline any drunken college boys. Past experience has shown that inebriated men can make the mistake of thinking that just because I’m small in stature (just over 5 feet) I’m an easy target. Sober, they know better. They can feel it–I inherited my father’s military command presence. But drunk, well, heh, lets just say it is a good idea my boy will be with me. He’ll protect them from me Otherwise, can you imagine the headlines? “FemDom at luau turns drunken fratboys into cocksucking sissies!” Wheeee!

This will be my only post from Hawaii. I left my laptop at home, and blogging via iPhone, while possible, is extremely time-consuming.

I’ll be available for sessions Tuesday morning at the latest, perhaps even Monday night if I’m still on Hawaiian time.

Empress Pamela
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