Do you ever feel empty after you masturbate? I don’t mean your balls, of course your spooge is missing. I’m talking about something else entirely. It’s not a physical ache, but an emotional one. After you’ve come you start to feel it, depression, desperation, hunger for something more than a solitary session with Rosy Palm. An orgasm spent alone is a wasted orgasm, something that should be avoided on pain of punishment. You’ll be amazed the edge your desire takes when your balls are blue. The focus of your life then becomes not the destination but the journey. With each passing day you’ll edge yourself over and over, never spilling your precious seed… and if you do lose yourself in a moment of weakness, you’ll know the shame and pain of failure. And how better to train a pathetic masturbator with cock and ball torture and extended orgasm denial?
Are you ready to reach the ultimate fulfillment that chastity training can bring? Of course you won’t be locked away entirely. I love being a keyholding chastity mistress, but of course distance and the limitations of phone sex make the idea impractical in most cases. That doesn’t mean I won’t make you lock it away however. I’ll make you complicit in the cock control I enforce. And don’t think I won’t let you stroke, guided masturbation is the majority of the fun for me. I love making you masturbate to my rhythm right to the very edge… then saying the one word that deflates all hope… Stop. But admit it, you don’t feel empty anymore. In fact, you have something very special to look forward to. While your balls are sore and blue, the promise of eventual release leaves you breathless, gives you a reason to get up every morning… to stroke to the edge again and feel the ache all day long.
And should you fail and blow your load without permission? Of course punishment is in order. While I’m a sensual woman, failure to follow my instructions to the letter leave me a very pissed off and ready to indulge in more than a little femdom cbt . The ache you felt before your unauthorized orgasm is nothing compared to the pain you’ll feel while I bind, beat and batter your cock and balls. You’ll become a better stroker boy when you learn to take your medicine like the man you’re so obviously not…
Empress Lauren, Guided Masturbatrix
1-800-356-6169
1.99/minute with a 10 minute minimum
empress.lauren@yahoo.com
My new female domination assignment is available at Domination Bootcamp. I think you’ll find it painfully humiliating…. just the way I love my phone humiliation. I thrive on inflicting physical, mental and emotional scars on either your body or your psyche. The key is using the altered state you float into or “sub space” to create a connection. Why? To addict you to my sweet sadism, of course. All the endorphins you release while your drifting on your pre or post orgasmic (or no orgasmic, you know how much I adore orgasm denial!) state bind you to the feeling of shame and helplessness that allow you to let go and enjoy your submissive experience.
I love to use my strapon cock while my male submissive is feeling weak and willing. His eyes always enlarge when he sees the length and the girth of my huge plastic girl-cock. I love to slap it in my subbie’s face, make him suckle the head while I laugh down at him. Sometimes, if he’s a real fuck pig, I spit right in his face while he sucks it. When I’m satisfied the little bitch has earned it, I stop the cocksucker training and begin the slow process of opening up his black cherry so I can embed the dildo deep within him. I love the tight feel of his cheeks clenching while I force it all the way up his tight little hole.
Of course my dominant desires go much further… and some are even more gentle, less humiliating… but one thing never changes. I’m always a Mistress, always dominant and always in complete control of myself and my submissive slut, no matter what task I set him to. I’ll admit I love pain, humiliation and complete female domination… but I am wise enough to find your limits and push them just as far as you need them pushed.
What does that mean to a potential male submissive? That I’m flexible and not always harsh and demanding. A real dominant woman doesn’t have to be… but it’s fun when I go deep and find the uber bitch within me who demands nothing less than true obedience… she wants out… so who wants to play? Give me a call at 1-800-356-6169 and tell me what makes your cock drip…
Empress Lauren, CBT Mistress
1-800-356-6169
empress.lauren@yahoo.com
Ooops! I’ve been creating such devious scenarios today my sadistic bitch meter has risen to fever pitch. I’m in the mood for some serious cock and ball torture. I’m talking more insidious than slapping, waxing or even spanking your little boner. I’m ready for some THROB! I ask for nothing more than lubricant and your cock for a nice, slow session… the catch, you ask? I want you to lube up your cock with something special. I think either powdered ginger mixed into olive oil or some Vick’s Vapor Rub. Now the ginger will do some very special things to the submissive male. The Vick’s though? That’s the tool of a purist. It’s going to burn like hell.
So you have to ask yourself, do you want the mysterious effects of ginger (no, you’ll have to try it!) or the more sadistic Vicks? I’m fine either way, each will suit my purposes. But per my own tastes, the ginger makes me smile. As many of you know, when inserted into your mangina ginger root will make you squirm and ache, throbbing with unthinking lust. You could probably cum spontaneously from it if you could just clench your butt muscles without the burn. Those of you who did my figging phone sex assignment will know that. So what will it do as a lubricant? Try it and find out… or better yet, give me a call at 1-800-356-6169 and we’ll torture your lucky cock and balls together.
Today has been full of delicious small cock humiliation, cuckolding and full on hardcore fem dom scenarios. I guess I have some serious fetish role play on my mind. I do so love to toy with little sluts who’s libido and imagination take him to the same dark, sultry places I look toward. It’s so much fun when the slut in question knows that together we can build the perfect phone sex roleplay that will bring him to his knees, weak and wanting. What happens then? Use YOUR imagination, lol.
Until Later.
Empress Lauren, Your Fem Dom Mistress
1-800-356-6169
empress.lauren@yahoo.com
The lovely Mistress Vivian had a great idea for multi Mistress blog posts. For this week’s posting, she chose our favorite phone sex roleplay scenarios. Though I have several, the general tone of a Villainess Fantasy intrigues me. I love it when a caller asks me NOT to restrain myself and fully develop my wicked Femme Fatale side. A recent caller wished for me to indulge in a capture and bdsm fantasy, complete with gloating villainy. Being both deviant and depraved, I was happy to oblige.
Mistress dressed herself in black leather from head to toe, then followed you to the bar. You were looking over your shoulder, suspecting someone had been stalking you for weeks. You look relieved when you join the crowd at the bar. After all, who’s going to get you there? You’re perfectly safe… at least until Mistress arrives. You can’t take your eyes off her, fascinated by the sense of “other” about her. Your fem dom fetish wet dreams are filled with leather clad beauties just like her. You’ve been drawing them for years and wanking to your creations. She’s tall, lithe, moves like a jungle cat in her thigh high black leather boots you find yourself so willing to worship… You’re suprised when she zeroes directly in on you at the bar. Women like Mistress don’t notice you… not until tonight. And something about her seems sooo familiar.
She smells of danger and sex arousing you instantly, though you haven’t spoke, haven’t touched. You try to speak, but her finger rises to your lips… shhhh… don’t talk. You know who I am, you made me. You drew me and through your repeated offerings of semen, you made me real. I’ve been watching you, wanting you. I know what you need…. of course she does… You take another drink, enraptured by Mistress. Your mind flows to all the depraved things your masturbated to while you were creating her and you wonder if she knows. You look to Her eyes as you sip your drink and realize yes, yes she does. Then you start feeling funny, your head spinning and she’s smiling. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Mistress knows just what you need, slave boy.
You awaken to find her standing over you, gloating. She’s smiling and you sense the danger in it. You try to move, but find you’re not only strapped down, but naked and rather than fearing it, you revel in it. I knew you’d like it, she says, just like in your fantasy. All tied up and at my mercy…. what should I start with? Maybe I should torture you a bit? But what first? I know you love it when I tease your nipples, when I pinch them gently at first, then tweak them hard and clamp them. Doesn’t that feel nice, slave boy? Good. Now your cock… I know how much you adore cock and ball torture and you’re rock hard already. I hope you don’t think you’ll be getting relief tonight, slave boy…
More tomorrow, lol….
Empress Lauren, Fem Dom Mistress
1-800-356-6169
1.99/minute with a 10 minute minimum
empress.lauren@yahoo.com
My best male friend called me last night in tears. I knew immediately why. I’d been telling him for months his hot wife, twenty years younger than him, had a back door man feeding the poor man sloppy seconds for months now. How did I come upon this tidbit of information? The boy (and I use the term loosely, he’s 28) is a friend of both my boyfriend and I. Now while my superior alpha male couldn’t be direct, he could (according to guy code) tell me, his mate. When he found out my man had told me, he began quizzing me on a woman’s point of view. I hedged, not wanting to hurt his feelings… Yes, my friend is hetro, but no, he’s not well endowed. I dated him in high school and knew that sad fact first hand. Of course he’d asked me and our female friends if size mattered (back then) and we lied and said no. Why? He’s our friend, our good friend and we didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
I mean his prick isn’t dinky, it’s merely average. Compared to the shriveled peanuts you loser boys show me he’s positively well hung. But enough to satisfy a woman? Not so much. That’s the thing. He’s average in most every way. Average height, weight, eyes, face, blah, blah, blah… why would his cock be any different. And I do feel sorry for him, he’s a hell of a nice guy, deserved better than what he got… but still… his wife DID deserve something more than mediocre. I completely understand her frustration. He’d confided in me their sex life has pretty much sucked for the past year. I, of course, suggested toys.
This created yet another problem. His wife became far too enamoured of the huge black dildo they’d purchased together. They’d promised to use it together, but more and more often he’d walked in to find her with that thick black plastic meat deep inside her. So all this leads up to the discovery of her cuckoldry. Her back door man was none other than a massive black stallion that put her twelve inch toy to shame. Not only was my friend cheated upon, he’d brought it upon himself.
Though I love my friend dearly, what the hell did he expect? He’d spent many drunken nights over the years whining about his size. I did what any friend would, I comforted him, knowing not to take him home for a pity fuck and I told him why one night when he asked. SPH is a huge handicap for a man, no matter what the rest of the world says. He seemed heartbroken and resigned until he met “size doesn’t matter” Amy, lol. What a liar! But what could I say to him, he was sure of her honesty, but really! Did he think his wife would be content with a Vienna sausage once she’d sampled the kielbasa? I allowed him the luxury of crying on my shoulder and made all the right “that bitch” noises, but truthfully… I can’t blame her. A real woman needs a real man and what better man than a big, black buck to make an interracial cuckold of her hubby?
I told him to be glad she didn’t make him her fluffer boy. Of course I had to explain it to him… and though he acted grossed out, I swear I saw a slutty gleam in his eye, like forced bisexuality wouldn’t be such a horrible thing. I just wonder if they won’t work things out and he’ll serve them with his mouth. I mean snowballs and creampies are horrible things to waste. Maybe I should suggest he start eating his own spunk in preparation for his forced bi humiliation scene, lol. Perhaps I should even enter him into my cocksucker training program!
Any thoughts on interracial cuckolding tonight? Let’s face it… it got me more than a little excited as he told me the story… I’m so going to hell!
Empress Lauren, Fem Dom Blogger
1-800-356-6169
empress.lauren@yahoo.com
So this weekend is my birthday and my Amazon wishlist is on the sidebar, hint, hint… but the whole idea of my friends and I getting out, driving men crazy and leaving them hard and alone makes me smile… and it made me think of all you sad little dicked wankers sitting around missing me while I’m teasing and denying elsewhere. I know you’ll be thinking of me in my flirty pink dress, low cut and short, but not slutty, never that… I am your divine Goddess, after all. As a femdom Mistress, it’s my right and duty to do as I please. And it pleases me greatly to blue ball boys who think they might have a chance. Boys like you.
Think about it, I know many of you go to the bars, to the clubs and imagine you just might have a chance with a girl like me, even if it’s only to be an extreme cocktease. You see us, so hot, so dreamy and oh, so arrogant. Why? Because we crave alpha males, not girly little beta boys like you. Sure, we’ll let you sit at our tables, buy us drinks and we’ll even toss a spare smile around every now and again and let you shake your ass a bit with us on the dance floor. Can’t ruin the illusion, now can we… not even when mercenary tease and denial and financial domination are on our minds? But when the lights go down and a slow, sexy song comes on? It’s the real men we allow to touch us so intimately, in ways you’d be smacked for. They pull us close, whisper horny things into our ears and we touch them right back, touch them in ways we’d never touch you.
Why is it you keep humiliating yourself with girls like me who want you only for what you can do for her? You’re hooked on tease and denial, have the mentality of a future cuckold husband and deep down, you enjoy the cock humiliation, the fact of knowing that man on the floor with me is more of a man than you’ll ever be. You can’t hate me for wanting the best… you can only punish yourself for being so damn inferior. Console yourself, a woman’s love for alpha males goes on forever, but eventually, if you’re lucky enough to find a woman who desires the perfect cuckold husband… you might just get lucky. After all, sloppy seconds are the story of your life, now aren’t they, pussy boy?
Empress Lauren, Cock Mockery Expert
1-800-356-6169
empress.lauren@yahoo.com
Introducing Humiliation Nation [3:07m]:
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Hey there stroker sluts! I hope your hump day masturbation has left you either satisfied or teased and denied… depending on preference of course, lol. It’s been a lazy day for your Goddess. I’m been moving about in what I call slow motion. That doesn’t mean I’ve not been one hundred percent into my calls, just that I feel languid, relaxed and totally dreamy. It’s not a bad thing, trust me. It’s also been a day filled with laughter, not only at my silly little strokers, but at the people who share space with me and the world at large. I’ve been smiling all day, so all is well.
I have family visiting for the next few days, but thankfully that won’t interfere with my phone sex schedule. I plan on updating that later tonight, but for reference, I’ll most likely be available from around 9am EST until midnight or so for the next few days. Of course somewhere in there I’ll most likely take lunch, but I won’t be gone long. You know your Goddess has a life outside of phone humiliation! I’d also like to shop some closer to the weekend. I have a severe shopping addiction and I adore beautiful things. So I like to wander and caress the things I want to purchase. It’s soothing. And I do need to see my manicurist, one of my acrylic nails popped off while I was making a snack last night. I feel off kilter, lol.
I’ve spent a bit of time turning sissy sluts out with one of my favorite phone sex scenarios… forced bisexuality. You all know how much I love to send boys out to glory holes and adult bookstores. One of my good little cocksucker sluts managed to drain four large cocks. Another sissy fag in my cocksucker training program managed six over the holiday weekend. Needless to say, this forced bi Mistress was very proud of her dirty little dick suckers. Now I’ll have to up their quotas, everyone needs a challenge!
I’d also like to take the time to introduce my new blog to you, Humiliation Nation. I began posting last weekend and it’s my intention to explore sexual humiliation in depth there. Please take a look and let me know what you think. Little Ole Me did the design work herself. I altered an existing theme, but all the graphics were mine. I’ve ordered a book from Amazon to teach myself how to do the themes from scratch. I am a hands on kind of Mistress, lol.
Have a wonderful evening stroker boys….
Until tomorrow.
Empress Lauren
1-800-356-6169
empress.lauren@yahoo.com
Adventures with Boislut [2:49m]:
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Boislut called today. His sister dressed him in sexy lingerie, then had both Boislut and her husband service her big dicked lover. Boislut is often riddled with the conflicting emotions of shame and lust. He craves the forced bisexuality and forced feminization and knows he always will. For years now, he’s been dressing up. He’s such a professional, he even has a VIP card for Victoria’s Secret… and even has an Angel card! To keep things interesting, she also has videotaped his adventures and posted them somewhere on the internet! Lookout, Boislut, someday you’ll be a great big porn star!
I’ve also talked extensively to a panty humping faggot this week who desires more than anything to be pimped out and turned into a glory hole slut. He’s also into extreme tease and denial begging me to castrate him if he cums while he’s humping his panties. What fun! I do so enjoy listening to him wax poetic about his love for the cock. We decided Sindy would be a perfect name for a slut such as her. He humped his silky panties for hours while I denied him release. I even washed his whore mouth out with a bar of soap!
My Ashtray is back from his trip out of town and we had a nice phone humiliation call yesterday, as well. The nice thing about Ashtray is knowing there’s always a place to tap my cigarette, lol… his whore mouth. I love taunting him, forcing him to service not only me, but my friends as well. He is truly a slave that serves with both eagerness and devotion. He knows he’s trained specifically for my needs and wants and nothing else matters but my complete satisfaction. Of course, I reward him for that… I allow him to cum occasionally, lol.
Of course, there’s lots of other wonderful phone sex calls I haven’t mentioned, but I’ve enjoyed them all. I adore cuckolds, cocksuckers and strap on sluts… everything in between. It’s so much fun to put you boys through your paces, teaching you to be better submissives and keeping you in your place… on your knees serving me and my fellow fem dom Mistresses. It’s what you little sluts are here for, after all… don’t you agree?
I’m putting the finishing touches on my cuckold short story. I’ll be posting it in a day or so… so be patient. I can promise, as always, it’ll be worth the wait and then some.
Empress Lauren
1-800-356-6169
empress.lauren@yahoo.com
Guided Masturbation with a Smide of Tease and Denial [2:13m]:
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Guess who’s the featured Mistress at MayICum.com today? Of course it’s yours truly, the Divine Empress Lauren… your Fem Dom Phone Sex Goddess! Guided masturbation is a very rewarding endeavor for me. The rush of power I get while controlling the movement of your hand on your throbbing cock elates me. Knowing your hand is the force of my will, stroking, teasing and ultimately deciding if you’re worthy of an orgasm. Some are… most aren’t. Orgasm denial or restriction leaves you edgy, horny, unfulfilled and eager to tease yourself to the edge again and again… at my behest, of course. Guiding your orgasm gives me the thrill of control while you suffer at my whims… and love each and every second of it!
I’ve also been pondering a series of posts with homemade bdsm gear tips. For those in a small town or on a budget, a wild imagination can save you tons of bucks on everything from paddles and clamps to cock and ball torture equipment. I’ll be taking requests for fetishes. Email me or PM me on Yahoo with suggestions for topics… examples would be for the CBT fetishist, for those who enjoy nipple torture, anal training, etc. I want to expand your minds and save you some cash… so you can use it to call me to try out all your goodies, lol. That’s not too much to ask for, now is it?
My throat has been quite tender the past couple of days and I’ve not been up to indulging myself in too much phone sex pleasure. I’ve been binging on Sartori throat spray hoping I’ll be up to snuff in the morning. If you’ve wanted a call in the past few days and have been unable to catch me on, I’ll be back to my regular schedule tomorrow.
Empress Lauren
1-800-356-6169
empress.lauren@yahoo.com
Fem Dom Phone Sex Rocks [3:15m]:
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As always, my week has been filled with wonderful phone sex calls. WM called early in the week and gets a special shout out… because he knows what a wanker he is. The chronic masturbator loves stroking his bone while I humiliate him for his shortcomings. Just between us, that’s really easy. Phone humiliation is an art WM very much enjoys. He also adores strippers and escorts and hasn’t had a “free” sexual experience in years! I do so love the way he whimpers when he begs to blow, sweet music to my ears! While I love to tease and deny, I also adore the sounds men make when they come. Every orgasm is unique, yet you can tell the strength and intensity of the splooge just by the way he grunts and sighs…
Today, Ms. Courtney and I talked to(and watched on webcam!)”he who wields a butterknife, not a sword” . He wasn’t dressed as an adult baby today, nor in his sissy slut Happy Bunny tshirt and pink panties… no, he sort of wore men’s clothes today. If you could call Homer Simpson boxers manly! But we teased him immensely, he knows he can’t come until he convinces one of the Mistresses he’s a real man (fat chance!). The fantasy involved his position of power in his office. As the Not-So-Big Bossman, he has far too much control. We found out his secret weakness, though… Dominant women in short skirts and high heels who adore men with huge cocks. So we caught him wanking behind his office door and he gave us a promotion to keep us happy. We became the heads of the new “Special Projects” division. What was our purpose? To train the other women in the fine art of teasing and denying the Not-So-Big Bossman.
He did surprise me, though, when we trained his new secretary and he produced her from his closet. Lo and behold, Not-So-Big Bossman had her in her short black skirt and low cut white blouse… his Blow Up Doll! We laughed so hard as he showed off his oral skills with her, then produced a large dildo, twice as big as his tiny pecker, and proceeded to fuck her sweet plastic pussy with it… he told us even plastic girls deserved a nice big cock… I’m inclined to agree. Of course, he was denied orgasm at the end of our call. Hell, he knows better than to even ask. He’s not proven to anyone he’s a man… and I doubt very seriously he will. Here’s a pic of Not-So-Big Bossman (or “he who wields a butterknife…) with his plastic girlfriend… the blowup doll who cuckolds his silly old ass!
Empress Lauren
1-800-356-6169
empress.lauren@yahoo.com
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