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“It will only hurt for a minute, darling…” she whispered. “First you’ll beg me to stop… the virgins always do. Of course I won’t. I’m committed to breaking you in. And when I do stop? Well, by then you’ll be begging me not to. I think you’ll find this is just what you were needing.”
Submissive women were his usual choice, but his last several conquests had left him feeling cold and empty. He’d wondered what they were feeling that he wasn’t. The ecstasy of sub-space made him curious, that rapturous look of surrender on their faces had left him wanting and hungry… not to dominate and control, but to submit as they had. That’s when he’d met HER.
She wasn’t his usual type of woman. Until then he’d preferred his women petite… the better to tower over them and command them. She was almost as tall as him, taller in her heels. She’d looked him right in the eye when they met and smiled so enigmatically at his attempt at machismo.
“Oh, you can’t play that with me, sweety.” she’d laughed. The amused twinkle in her eyes when she sized him up intrigued him. ”I’m not like those women I see you with. No, I’m an entirely different creature. But if you’d like to see how the other half lives sometime, by all means, call me.” She never called herself a femdom Mistress, but her demeanor made it apparent.
She’d given him her card, then walked away. He watched her ass sway, then looked away, feeling guilty. For the life of him, he couldn’t understand why she’d affected him so. He’d shook it off and told himself it didn’t matter. He wasn’t a male submissive. He was a strong and masculine man. Dominating women came easy. But with her, he knew he’d have to bend or stay far, far away… and he tried. But every time he saw that statuesque blonde sipping her wine with fawning males surrounding her, he became a bit more obsessed.
After satisfying his latest conquest, he’d found himself lost. In the midst of things he’d imagined HER there, laughing at him. He could almost feel her behind him, taunting him. If he closed his eyes, he could feel her full red lips against his ear whispering, “This isn’t for you, darling. You don’t want to do this… you want to BE this.”
He’d put her card in a drawer, didn’t know why he’d kept it. But he found himself tearing through to locate it… and her address was on it. He felt so desperate when she answered her door. She didn’t even seem surprised to see him there.
“Come in, darling. I’ve been expecting you…”
A glass of wine, some conversation and then she’d taken control of him. She led him to her bedroom and ordered him to strip. He didn’t hesitate. He felt vulnerable before her, even more so when she’d slipped into the bath to put on “something more comfortable” and emerged with the strapon cock jutting from her lithe body. She commanded him to kneel… and he did. She ran her fingers through his hair and then guided his mouth to her girl cock. He’d never thought of himself a cocksucker, but it felt so right with her staring down as she took his mouth.
After a bit, she asked him… “Are you ready for some real fun, little slut?” and he’d nodded, not even realizing what he was committing to. Then she bent him over and whispered… “It will only hurt for a minute, darling. First you’ll beg me to stop… the virgins always do. Of course I won’t. I’m committed to breaking you in. And when I do stop? Well, by then you’ll be begging me not to. I think you’ll find this is just what you were needing.”
What do you know, he thought… after the pain of violation left him, SHE was right… and he’d never be the same. But he’d be back… as long as SHE allowed him, he’d bend over and be her bitch.
As any practitioner of BDSM will tell you, the relationship between arousal and fear can take you to some pretty dark places. While some prefer the endorphin rush of a slow steady build, some enjoy the adrenaline rush a terrified mental state brings. Blood rushing, heart pounding in your ears, waiting, wondering what’s coming next. The fight or flight response is part of our animal brain and reaches deep into the primal layers of our psyche. Fear play, it’s called… some get it from watching horror movies, some get it from feeling helpless with their personal doubts and fears used against them.
In such phone sex scenarios, clear boundaries and limits must be put into place. Fear play is considered a type of edge play, pushing the limits of what the submissive wants into the territory of what he “doesn’t” want, not consciously. But underneath, the excitement of being pushed into uncharted waters overcomes the anxiety. A femdom Mistress might push her male submissive toward the type of mindfuck that leaves him breathless and ready to explore deeper.
What do you fear most? Do those fears blind you or excite you? Does the idea of being forced to face your worst fears of pain, humiliation or abandonment arouse you or leave you cold? A skilled domina works with her submissive to expose and exploit those dark desires. She uncovers those unexplored sexual fantasies and picks through them, separating those that damage the soul and those that make it soar.
We’re always being told that facing our fears frees us… so what do you think? I’d love to share a special erotic phone sex session with you where we explore your deepest fears and fantasies. Let’s play with what you fear the most… I adore an adrenaline junkie.
I’m often asked by my strokers and submissives when I realized I was a dominant woman. Honestly? I can’t remember a time when I was NOT dominant. I’m a very direct woman, flirtatious certainly, but never shy about expressing my true motivations. I always knew there was something wrong with the women who thought that all of us should yearn for a husband, home and children. I never wanted those things… well, a home, certainly, lol. But the rest? Ah, with husband and children underfoot it seemed a home would become more of a prison. So my inner Dominatrix knew very early on that life as a submissive woman was NOT for me. Finding my own way wasn’t exactly easy, but through an honest assessment I knew that being on top was my true desire.
Not every erotic fantasy I indulge in puts me in that position of power, I’ll own that. But underneath it all, power is what excites me. The give and take of a bdsm relationship where a man puts his own needs below that of his femdom Mistress opens many doors that a more vanilla woman would never open. It excites me to be clothed in a room full of naked men. CFNM humiliation fantasies and scenarios always made me very wet. Seeing a male spanked, humiliated and used is another trigger of mine. Stripping that natural power their penis supposedly gives them shifts the dynamic considerably and gives them the freedom to experience sex from a subservient position. So not only do I get to experience what turns me on, I get the thrill of subverting the dominant paradigm.
So now that you know a bit more about what arouses me? I want to know what turns you on… what triggers those deep seated erotic fantasies in you? What kinds of phone sex calls arouse you and stroke that inner fire? In other words… what’s your fetish fuel? And what amps that fetish fuel up to high octane, adrenaline pumping orgasmic pleasure? I’d love to explore those dark desires with you in depth. Allow me to dig around in your psyche and see just what the two of us can uncover. Perhaps you’ll feel less guilty about the nature of your desire… and get a glorious explosion to boot… or not, lol. But at the end of it all, you’ll have the satisfaction of sharing that part of yourself you hide from those around you. And what could be more arousing than the freedom to be yourself?
My boy Wes has such a lovely job… planning parties for all kinds of people. Recently, he had a lunch date with a sorority girl who was planning a party for her chapter. She was cute.. he was aroused… so on their second planning date, he asked me to give him an assignment. I had him collar his balls, write my name on his cock and tease and edge right before he met her. I asked him to be the “Observer” with her, to watch and analyze what were potentially her kinks… Here’s Wessypoo’s “after action report”. Enjoy!
Hello Mistress Lauren,
I hope you had a good night. I wanted to write you about my day and lunch with the Sorority slut that we talked about last night. I’ve already started wondering about what her kink might be. It’ll be fun to sit across from her and try to figure it out.
I edged your cock this morning after getting out of the shower. Its easier to write your name on the big fat head after a nice long stroking session. And this morning I used lipstick instead of a sharpie. Wifey has so many free samples of the stuff, I could choose any color avon has, lol. So I took the brightest shade I could and wrote your name in big letters across the head of your dick. I do like the way the bright red shows up, and the way it glides across your penis while I write on it. I stuck it in my kink bag (laptop) in case we need it for the future;)
Its about an hour before the lunch and I think I’ll go slip the collar on. It’s going to be a constant reminder that I can’t have this slut. How could I with my owners name written across my cock. A black leather collar keeping it stiff. Besides it’s your cock and it only gets to play when you allow it. Even if you did allow me to use it, I doubt if her cunt could handle a dick like yours. lol. She surely hasn’t had one that’s trained to fuck and fuck, and fuck some more, like your cock is. She has no idea what a well trained penis is capable of. Unfortunately, she will not find out today.
Poor, Poor wessypoo, lol.
Poor, Poor, little slut. lol.
I just returned from lunch with her and she looked even better than the last time I saw her. Of course spending time before lunch teasing my nipples and edging your cock, may have had something to do with that, lol. But the whole time I thought about what you had suggested, what is her kink? And during this time I thought of you, your name on me, and the collar around your cock. How you knew that I’d be thinking of you and our call last night. My mind trying to see how this slut would like to play.
And the first thought I had of her was that she likes to be spanked! Which of course, does very little for me. This is a hard one for me to make hot. I could play dominant, if it pleases her I guess. LOL, I know it’s a stretch and I’m not sure it would be worth it, lol. Then I thought of how she would react if she asked me to disappear into a room for a quickie. She would see your name written on your cock and a collar around your balls. She would have no idea what was up with that and ask me about it. I’d have to explain to her that you own me and I’m not allowed to use her tool without my femdom Mistress’s permission. So, slut would tell me to call you and get your permission and then this story could go a million different ways.
I wonder if would allow me to fuck her or would you explain how lucky she is to have your subbie available to her. Or would you have me stroke while you explain to her that you do not share your toys. Maybe you’d allow me to pleasure her orally or have her pleasure me, with orders for me not to cum.
Thank you for providing me with these wonderful phone sex fantasies, it would not have been nearly as fun without you being with me. I hope you have a great afternoon.
Love Fest is in the air… I know there are many, many excited stroker boys out there waiting with bated breath for 24 hours of their favorite Mistresses live. I’ll confess… I love Valentine’s Day. Now I’m no sentimental romantic, but I absolutely adore the sexuality of the holiday. The candy so sweet, the flowers so suggestive and aromatic… not to mention all the pretty pink and red hearts. What’s not to love? But what do I enjoy most about Valentine’s Day? The sensuality of it all, the thought of slow, passionate kisses whilst slow dancing, skin to skin… of silk sheets upon my bare flesh as my lover takes me. While romance might not typically be my bag… well, for one day a year I soften up and drink the koolaid, lol.
So with kisses on my mind, it made me wonder what your favorite kind of kiss is. I know some of you love the taste of your lover’s lips dripping with sperm, snowballing you deeply. And you cuckold husbands? Ah, the sweet taste of cream pie as your kiss her bull’s salty cream away, savoring the feel of your lips touching her nether lips in the most intimate kiss of all. For the forced bi crowd, there’s the Faggot’s Kiss, that wet rim job you give your guy to thank him for all that cock he’s filled you with. And for you stroker sluts, it’s the promise of a sweet peck on the cheek from your Mistress for a job well done after a particularly challenging bout of tease and denial. Or, if you’ve very lucky, the touch of your lips against the foot, the thigh, the ass of your Mistress while you’re on your knees before her an adoring worshiper.
There are so many different ways that a kiss can express your sentiment… of sweet, chaste love to passionate longing. So while you’ve got my full, lusious lips on your mind, think of this. During Love Fest, we’ll feature a Virtual Kissing Booth for you good little boys. Drop into the chat room and look for the details… and don’t forget Ms. Tia’s “Guess the Smooch” contest for another chance to win free minutes!
And for you boys chasing hearts for Love Fest, here you go…
Can’t wait to tease you Saturday! I’ll be live on Cock Radio at 3pm and 7pm for two hours of Love Fest fun… Email me if you have a romantic poem or story you’d like me to read live on the air. And since we’re talking kisses… Smoochies to all of you… Can’t wait until Saturday? I’ll be on all day Friday to tease and tempt you to complete submission….
I’m fascinated with history, not so much with the events, but the people who make it. Most people celebrate hyped up holidays with real understanding of the origins of their own traditions and rituals. They lose the context of the time such things were created and the sub-context and layers of meaning behind their actions. Most of our holiday customs have evolved through many generations, some families adding their own special touches that sometimes move into common use. Though many holidays popular now are contrived, artificial things created by Hallmark, many have deep roots… not only in our history, but our very psyche.
As with many of our popular holidays, Valentine’s Day requisitioned by the Church and put into good Christian usage. However, the overtone shifted from one of purification and fertility to chaste Christian love. In pagan times, February 15th was the feast of Lupercalia was celebrated in the spring time. Our tradition included young men being given goatskins so that they could spank the young women! The reasoning was protection from curses, bad luck and infertility. Another tradition included a “Lover’s Lottery” where young men could choose the name of their sweetheart from a box of unattached maidens. Such traditions spread across the Roman empire all over Europe.
Of course such naughty rituals had no place in the world of the uptight Christians. As the world became beholden to the Church, Lupercalia was replaced with Saint Valentine’s Day. Valentine was considered the saint of lovers, brutally martyred when he continued marrying Christians when the Romans banned it. The Lover’s Lottery became the Saints Lottery. Considering such a thing immoral, the lover was replaced by a saint to study and emulate. Not quite as much fun, huh? But old traditions die hard and the common folk couldn’t quite forget their previous celebrations.
In Renaissance times, the Lover’s Lottery made a return becoming the Single’s Lottery. Chivalry was important and instead of wild, untamed lust, the new tradition of Courtly Love became the ideal. Goddess worship thrived within the framework of Courtly love with young men vowing chaste love and worship to the lady they idealized. They would create cards and poems to show their devotion. Gifts were given to impress the object of their affection. With the return of romantic love as the focus, the popularity of the holiday grew and evolved to the day of love we celebrate today.
From the gifts we give to the sentiments we express, the sexual symbolism is clear. The very focus of Valentine’s Day invites an opening of the heart to your lover… and and invitation to that same old naughtiness humanity (thankfully!) just can’t shake. The candy we give to our sweethearts shows generosity of spirit and entices the senses. The sweet sugar rush elevates the mood and makes her more receptive of her lover’s advances. Chocolate is considered an aphrodisiac adding a deeper meaning to the gift. The flowers we send are sexual symbols in themselves… pistols and stamens so resembling our own genitalia at times it startles the senses. Wine relaxes the inhibitions and encourages the resulting sensuality of the experience. A romantic Valentine’s dinner complete with all the traditional trappings becomes a lover’s feast culminating in a night spent wrapped together in silken sheets.
So now that you know why we’re celebrating, why not show your love and devotion to your lovely Mistresses by joining us for Love Fest on February 13th from midnight right on through to Valentine’s Day. For complete details, visit Mistress Madness and find out how you can win free minutes while sharing Valentine’s Eve with the objects of your affection. And for those of you joining in the Love Hunt… there’s one below for you. Comment away for your chance to win!
And while you’re anticipating 24 hours of pure phone sex Mistress pleasure at Love Fest, don’t forget to call your special Mistress and tell her just how much you love and appreciate all her tender care the other 364 days of the year!
In celebration of Valentine’s Day, we present The LDW Love Fest. Look for special events and promotions on our blogs and forums leading up to the main event starting Midnight, February 13th. Tune in to Cock Radio for 24 Hours of live coverage. There will be Mistresses live in the chat rooms at Community Kink who’ll be happy to assist you with all your naughty needs. And in addition to all the Mistressey goodness, we’ll be giving away free minutes all Love Fest long! So make plans to join us for our Love Fest… what better way to spend Valentine’s Eve than with the objects of your eternal love and devotion?
Valentine’s Day is a day to celebrate love in all it’s many forms… from the love you feel when you kneel before us to the love you feel for your hand upon your cock while you beg in erotic frustration for sweet release. You show us every day in every way just how much you heart us… now find out just how much the Mistresses of LDW heart you! With that in mind, I present to you the Love Hunt! Find your mistress’s hearts by browsing her blog and forum posts… just leave a comment or a post for an entry to win a ten minute call when you find a heart in the post. When you see a heart as her Yahoo thumbnail pic on messenger, pm her to say “Show me some love!” and get an extra chance to win.
Also to come? Lots more from me… consider January my blog vacation. I’m back and better than ever with lots of naughty ideas sure to tease and please you. Stay tuned for more erotic ramblings, fantasies and experiences from your femdom Mistress Lauren.
Poor little hero… you always play it so straight and don’t realize the damage a sadistic femdom could do to a goody-goody like you. You were so easy to read, to set up and now here you are in the clutches of a dominant Villianess who doesn’t play by your rules at all. See, I know you were expecting fair play, but that’s simply not in my nature. I’ve not called anyone to ransom you, I’m not planning on using you to further my plans. No my intention is pure. I intend to break you.
A masculine, testosterone laden man like you is so easy to turn into a sniveling bitch. All it takes is loads of pleasure, laced with more than a little pain. With a woman like me, you never know what to expect… and a mad scientist, no less… one who’ll think nothing of torturing you, testing you. No… not your power, silly… that doesn’t interest me in the least.
No, I want to see what kinds of wicked things I can entice you to enjoy sexually… things that will shame you, things that will break you, brainwash you. I’ve always heard that males become erect during anal violation… I want to test the theory. Who better to choose as my guinea pig but my arch enemy. I even created this super big, super resilient strapon girl cock so I could watch your face, your reactions first hand.
Just relax… it will only hurt for a minute, then the endorphins will kick in and you’ll be meeting every thrust… to your infinite shame… you can’t escape my clutches… so just lie back and take it. There’s no one coming to your rescue this time! No, accept the fact you’re beaten by someone superior capable of using your desire for erotic humiliation against you…
Hi there, stroker boys! I hope Santa brought you everything you wanted this holiday season. I know he brought me such nifty things… and so did you. I wanted to give a little shout out to all of you who made me merry indeed. Thanks to Wessypoo who got me a Best Buy gift certificate and some delicious Lindoor truffles. To Girlieslut, thanks for the Amazon GC… I bought the lingerie we talked about, sooo sexy. To those who didn’t leave their name, thank you. And to those of you who gave me tributes, well, thanks, lol! I do know how be a gracious femdom Mistress For your holiday enjoyment, though a bit belated, lol… check out Humiliation Bootcamp for my very special Christmas assignment.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the things you stroker boys do to show your devotion to your femdom. It might just be a note expressing your gratitude for the tease and denial games we play. It could be a story about your favorite forced bi fantasy (haven’t forgot you , little Stevie, I’ll be posting your story on ForcedBiMistress.com tomorrow!) Or even a phone sex call to tell me how your wife finally got the courage to cuckold you. I enjoy hearing about all of it! I want to thank all of you for being such good little sluts and sharing your deepest and darkest.
I’ve been slacking on my writing lately, as I’m sure you’ve noticed… but there’s hope! My New Year’s Resolution will be to add more stories and essays concerning my favorite fantasies and areas of interest. If there’s something off the beaten path you’d like to see, shoot me an email and request it. Who knows? You might just get your holiday wish…
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This morning there was a knock on my door, the UPS guy. He’s here a lot, lol. This morning he carried a special package from my personal stroker pet, Wessypoo, filled with loads of luscious Lindoor Dark Chocolate Truffles. Your femdom Mistress has a sweet tooth! I’m munching one right now while I’m typing this post and looking back at this wonderful year in the world of phone sex. I’ve enjoyed calls with so many wonderful male submissives, sissy girls, cocksuckers and wannabes and loads of other fun filled fetish lovers. I wanted to extend my holiday wishes to all of you! No matter if you’re celebrating Christmas, Yule, Hanukkah or (later this month) Kwanza… I appreciate all of you and wish you a holiday season filled with family, friends and loads and loads of stroking pleasure. Happy Holidays to you all!
While my interests are wide and varied and I can be quite sadistic upon occasion, I’m a very warm, loving person and I adore all of you. We obviously fill a need in each other and have a bond that spans culture and region. I enjoy playing with each and every one of you delicious stroker boys and look forward to a wonderful year with phone sex calls filled with joy, pleasure, fun and even a little well paced pain that excites rather than harms. So thanks for making 2009 great for me, stroker boys! Let me just say next year will be even better than this one continues to be.
I’ll be taking calls from 11am until 1am for the next couple of weeks and I’ll be available during the holidays… well except when I’m spending time with my family and friends. If you need special time to share, just email me and I’ll do my very best to accommodate you during the season.
“It will only hurt for a minute, darling…” she whispered. “First you’ll beg me to stop… the virgins always do. Of course I won’t. I’m committed to breaking you in. And when I do stop? Well, by then you’ll be begging me not to. I think you’ll find this is just what you were needing.”
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