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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

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

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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If this piqued your interest, feel free to email me for an appointment for guided masturbation, teasing and denial, or any sort of phone sex with a Mistress.

For a phone sex sesson with Mistress Pamela, call 800-601-6975

Must be 18+ to call

Calls are $2.50/minute with a 10 minute minimum

Discretely billed to your major credit card

http://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

Discreetly billed to a major credit card

http://ratemycall.com/

Wine Country Adventures (schedule)

Empress Pamela — Mon, 21 Sep 2009 15:24:37 +0000

Hello boys and gurls! I’m away from home right now, visiting friends and family in the wine country of Central California. It is soon going to be time for the harvest and the Stomp festivities, and it is a fun, all-hands-on-deck time of the year. I won’t be home until mid-October, which means my access to emails and IM are going to be spotty. But don’t you worry — I haven’t forgotten about you, and I’m doing my best to set aside hours during the week to give you all the attention you’re hungry for, which right now it looks like 11am to 5pm EST Monday through Friday, when all the kids are away at school and their parents are at work Keep an eye on my Twitter tweets for when I’m available!

So to summarize:

I’m stomping grapes as well as balls for the next few weeks.
I’ll make sure to Tweet when I’m available, usually between 11am and 5pm Eastern.
I may not be able to respond to IMs and Emails right away.

I look forward to talking to you soon!

My little geisha gurl

Empress Pamela — Mon, 21 Sep 2009 06:53:13 +0000

I brought some kimonos back from Japan. There is one of gold silk with a peacock brocade and a sapphire blue obi. Another that is sky-blue silk with a brocade of a geisha and her maiko doing cherry blossom viewing from a boat. The obi for it is a pale pink that picks out the color of the cherry blossoms on the kimono. I also found one in a pale jade color with another geisha scene, this one silk-screened instead of brocaded. And I picked up a handful of yukatas as well, the lighter-weight kimono-type robes, and some of those odd split-toe socks that the Japanese wear with their sandals.

I’ve enjoyed dressing boys and gurls up as maiko (apprentice geisha). Some I have had to be very persuasive with, because they were rather reluctant to let me powder their skin white and put ornaments in their hair and dress them up and take them out. But others, well, there are some sissies out there who just love being dressed up and fussed over and taken for walks at the Japanese gardens. All those photo opportunities! I tell you, I swear some sissies cum in their panties just sitting there while people ask to take their photos.

Some of my clients find the process both very sensuous and pampering — from the long soak in the tubs, to the massages and the being slowly made up and dressed, coached on mannerisms, and then put on display like ikebana, a fragile flower arrangement. But there were some naughty subs that I had to tie up just like Denise Beryl in the Miss High Heels story and then cane them, or spank their hands and feet, or even gag them.

I wonder which of you will be next in line to be my little geisha gurl?

When having other lovers isn’t cheating

Empress Pamela — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 03:39:31 +0000

I’m not the type to “settle down” with one person. I wasn’t raised to think that marriage equated to monogamy, nor was I raised to consider monogamy “normal.” So, when I moved in with one of the men I’ve been dating for the past three years, the first thing my father the retired marine corps officer said was “He knows he can’t own you, right?” Right. Of course.

Me being me, and him being who he is, my lover, whom I will call Simon, and I arrived at an agreement. He would be my primary partner and I would not have any other lovers that I saw regularly, nor would I take any new lovers in the forseeable future. However, I was free to see and play with prior partners / exes if I so desired. This weekend, we put that agreement to the test.

I’ve a friend about 10 years older than myself, someone who is an airline pilot who used to fly for the navy. He’s also been an occasional lover since I was 18. He had a layover at the airport nearby and we spent Friday night and most of Saturday together. Simon and I talked. Emotionally, me seeing other people was a different situation for him than previously, before I’d moved in. We talked about how the Dom in him wanted to hike his leg and piss on me and then rip my pilot-friend’s throat out. The cuckold scenario didn’t do anything for him. Something in him looks at me and thinks “MINE!” But I told him that regardless of what happened with my old lover, I was coming back to him, and that was what mattered. We fell into bed and had ferocious sex that involved sensual domination, the two of us switching who was Top, vying for dominance like wrestlers in a tournament.

Then I showered and cleaned myself up. I dressed carefully in a little black dress and high heels. Under it I wore a bustier and stockings. And armed with a handful of condoms and a dufflebag full of toys, I left with Simon’s blessing.

Read the continuation of this story here.

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.

Wanted: a cocksucker for a real man

Empress Pamela — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 09:47:48 +0000

One of the things I find very interesting is that there are two schools of thought on what a “real woman” is. Some people think a real woman is quiet, respectful, yielding, and nurturing. Others think a real woman is self-expressed, challenging, strong, and protective. But regardless of whether one thinks the feminine ideal is a submissive doormat or a strap-on goddess, just about everyone agrees on what a “real man” is. Intelligent, strong-willed, charismatic, attractive, fit — and most importantly — hung like a bull moose. In other words, an alpha male.

My primary partner is a real man who is hung like the aforementioned bull-moose. And therein lies the problem. My mouth just isn’t big enough. In fact, he has yet to meet a woman whose mouth is big enough to fit him comfortably enough to give him a real blow job. Its rather sad, actually. Before we became lovers he once told me that he never really cared much for oral sex. I thought it was because he’d never come across a woman who was an adequate fellatrix. After six months of living together, he says he actually enjoys my efforts, but I’m not satisfied. I can just get the head of his cock into my mouth and that is a real stretch. The man deserves a real cocksucking, and I’m determined that he will get one. And since every woman he’s known has wanted to get her mouth on him but never been able to take his big fatty all the way to the root, I’m thinking we need to start looking for submissive cock-worshipping males to do the job.

How many of you boys and sissies out there have experience sucking a cock that is 7.5″ in circumference? I’m wondering how many of you submissive men out there I could force into sucking cock. A real cock, you know, the kind you dream of having. The kind of cock you closet cuckolds dream of watching in action plundering pussies, asses, and mouths.

Any volunteers for the role of cocksucker can call me, Empress Pamela, at 1-800-601-6975. I’ll make you audition on my strap-on, first.

Geek Kink

Empress Pamela — Wed, 10 Jun 2009 16:10:25 +0000

I love geeks. I have a real thing for them. By “geeks” I mean intelligent, usually socially awkward, techno-fetishists.

I like smart people. People who can talk about something other than their kids or TV shows. People who actually have informed opinions on things because they think. There is something about a man or woman whose brain lights up like a Christmas Village in winter that really turns me on. And I like the social awkwardness because it means I’m not constantly putting the macho-types who can’t keep their eyes-hands-mouths to themselves in their places. Sure, like most men they roll over and show me their bellies, but they never assume I’m going to check out their packages and be impressed. And often, they are kinky as hell.

There is the geek who loves to fuck with hentai anime up on the three TVs on the walls of his bedroom and Rachmaninov playing loud enough to tickle your skin. And another geek with a greek god’s cock who brings me a paddle and panties and begs for over-the-knee spankings. And of course there is the one who has OCD and is such a cleanliness freak he can only have sex in a bathroom, with water running over him and his partner. There is one mathematician I dated who had a thing for women’s backs. I once made him write mathematical equations down both sides of my spine and read them aloud while stroking himself off between the cheeks of my ass. He’s been mine ever since. And then there is the multi-millionaire geek with the cuckold fetish who brought me home to his wife. He sat at his computer stroking a massive erection and watched me I fuck her with a strap-on while we both verbally humiliated him for his inability leave his computer long enough to satisfy her sexually.

Mostly, though, I love geeks because they are good company. Geeks are sweet, genuine, and earnest. They know who they are, they accept themselves, and they accept others as they are. And from there, anything is possible.