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High-society Mistress

Empress Pamela — Sun, 14 Mar 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

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

Discreetly billed to a major credit card

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“Will you teach me to suck cock?”

Empress Pamela — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 17:01:47 +0000

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

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.

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

Closet Cocksucker

Empress Pamela — Sat, 10 Oct 2009 08:18:35 +0000

I posted new audios to the Sissy School Forum at www.getgirlie.com and the Cock Control Forum at www.teasemania.com, so go check them out.

The most recent one I call Closet Cocksucker:
I know your fantasies. I know your dreams.
I’m so deep into your head that I can see what goes on in the playground of your mind, the smutty, dank, dungeon of your mind.
I know you fantasize about being bound and forced,
forced to do all those dirty, disgusting faggotty things
you secretly long to do.
I know you, boy.
I know that after you’ve watched your she-male sissy porn and jerked off to it, you can’t keep your eyes off other men’s packages.
You can’t help but wonder what their cocks look like as you spot them walking down the street, dismounting their bikes, sitting at a nearby table, their legs spread wide.
I know you want to crawl under the table. I see it in your mind, see that fleeting fantasy bloom in your mind before you shut it down with a mental “I mustn’t, its wrong.”
But as wrong as it is, your mouth waters when you imagine yourself tied up in some seedy dungeon with a big hairy man standing over you, his muscular thighs furred and his cock, still flaccid, twitching just inches from your nose.
And that is where I come in, me, the FemDom, the angelic demon in your head, saying:
Suck it!
Open your mouth, sissyboy, and take that cock into your mouth or I’ll make you hurt in ways you’ve never imagined you could hurt.
Open your mouth and tongue the head of that cock.
You know you want to.

Careful what you wish for

Empress Pamela — Fri, 09 Oct 2009 01:12:20 +0000

He said he wanted me. He said he’d do anything for a chance at me. When I asked him to be more specific about what he wanted, he blushed a bit, then said he wanted to be naked in bed with me.

“And you said you’d do anything?” I asked him.

“Yes,” he said in a rushed explosion of air from his lungs. “Anything.”

I smiled at him. A soft smile that hinted at intimacy to come. If he’d been looking into my eyes he would have seen the pity there. And he would have known that he was in trouble. Would have run the other way, even. Silly man, wine had made him brave enough to forget his reservations. And his gloves. When you play with fire, you really ought to wear gloves.

So I took him to my room. My cousin’s home, rather ostentatiously called a “chateau” for the benefit of the winery, had many rooms, and mine was at the end of a rather long hallway, as secluded from the vanilla guests as he could comfortably put me without incurring insult or temptation. There is a history between my cousin and me…

I let the beaming man into my room. He looked like a child, radiant with joy, and eager, oh so eager, to please. Part of me pitied him, but part of me looked pitilessly upon him. He had some lessons to learn, this man-boy. Three, in fact. One, be careful what you wish for, it might come true. Two, beware offering anything for something. And three, what drew him so strongly to me was my dominance–so it was time to learn about submission.

I stood before him, hands on hips and told him that his wish “to be naked in bed with me” was granted. I made him strip naked. Utterly naked, save for the ribbons I placed around his little cock and balls and tied into pretty bows. And I was in bed with him alright, crop in hand. After a few cuts of my crop he begged for me to let him go, and yet he was unbound. He was free to leave, I told him. He could pick up his clothes and step outside to dress whenever he wished. But he stayed, as I knew he would. His little cock was hard, all tied up in its frilly bondage, and he ridiculously held out hope that he’d get to be with me. Be inside me. Ewww.! Like I’d grant a pathetic small-dicked loser like him access to my body in that way! My body is a temple and he was fit only to worship at it. And so that is what I taught him. How to worship my body, how to be my throne, how to serve me. He said he’d do anything to be naked in bed with me, and, well, he nearly did everything.

There are some things I didn’t do. Like let him cum. He was intoxicated, afterall.

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?