Cock twitching, aching, and throbbing between your thighs, you stagger towards me.
Still blushing, lips glazed with cum and eyes glazed with lust from the encounter with Ms. Rita’s Bull, you wonder just how much more of this relentless cockteasing Cocktoberfest carnival you can take. As you make your hobbling, blue-balled progress towards me, something about the wicked curve of my candy-apple red smile sends a shiver down your spine, all the way through to the tip of your dick.
The large, flirtatious script hung in a banner over my head seems to act like a beacon across the fairgrounds–you can see others making a similarly lust addled waddle towards me, and a crowd of supplicants spread around me. You manage to make your way through to the front lines, stepping around a pile of kindling, and stand before me. Strangely, the people closest to my booth appear to be preoccupied with any number of odd pursuits—stripping shoe laces from shoes, belts from slacks, begging for kitchen spoons from passing food carts, or costumes or juggling pins from passing entertainers.
“Come closer, sweetie.”
You see my eyes twinkling merrily, the red and gold color color of my hair accented by a crown of autumn leaves, and a Grecian style gown’s translucent folds highlight every curve of my body–the fabric is so thin you can see the shadow of my belly button, while orate embroidery around the bodice and a bronze velvet sash trimmed with bells and topped with a glossy leather girdle is slung low over my hips, the ends slither musically between my legs; obscuring a view that would have been absolutely scandalous in their absence. You come closer—staring, hoping that maybe with this breath, or the next, perhaps that sweet tease of a costume might allow you a peek at the forbidden.
“Choose your prize, darling—the best rewards come with the highest sacrifice.”
Prize? Reward? Sacrifice? That last word has you swallowing nervously, and you follow the graceful wave of my arm all the way down to my fingertips, gazing blankly at a small sign, before realizing there are words on it:
Kissing Booth Rules
Mistress Chooses Kiss
- 10Min shoelace CBT, or 10min Sissy dance in full costume= 1 Mistress Kiss
- 50 OTK spankings with a belt, or kitchen spoon = 2 Mistress Kisses
- All of the above + 15 ball smacks with a juggling pin = 3 Mistress Kisses
subbie Chooses Kiss
- 10 Minutes of Mistress Playtime = 1 Mistress Kiss of sub’s choosing
You stare at the people grappling with shoelaces, belts, and juggling pins around you with newly opened eyes; including two slender men rolling around in the dust–the scraps of a harem girl costume clutched in their scrabbling hands. Another sissy is gamely burlesquing on top of a picnic table in full drag. You wince as you see several more drape themselves over cheering Mistress’ laps, and hear their grunts, whimpers, and shrieks as belts or kitchen spoons come whistling down.
As you watch, a man slowly levers himself up—
His backside is riddled with pink and red welts from his Mistress’ enthusiastic paddling, his movements are stiff and slow. You see him make his wincing, staggering, tormented way to my side to claim his reward, and see my warm smile.
“Well done, sweetheart–I see you’ve been working on your pain tolerance.” You see him grin, practically glowing—then watch in disbelief as I pat him on the head, leaning past him to kiss the Mistress who’d followed her little swat subbie up to the booth. “I know I can always count on you to give the guys a proper paddling.” I kiss her again, then wave happily as the slap happy couple walk away–the sub still glowing with pride over being commended for his performance.
I see your shocked expression and giggle. “What? It says clear as day that I choose the kiss for spankings–and that includes Who.” I idly trace my fingers along the sign, then look up at you hopefully–
“Did you want to choose?”
Something about the sudden blaze of my smile chills you to the bone. “Wonderful! I’ve been waiting alllllll day for someone to willing to play with me.” You see me flick a glance towards the pile of kindling and woodchips. “….It’s so hard to find good playmates these days.”
You see me pick up a thick branch from behind the booth, and hand it to you. “Remember: the deal is for 10minutes; no more—no less. All you have to do is hold the stick.” You see me glance towards another Mistress, and a tiny hourglass is flipped. “The clock starts now.”
Next, you watch as my nimble fingers begin working on the leather girdle—-and realize that it’s not a girdle at all, it’s a bull whip. The bells on my sash still chime sweetly, but the bullwhip rustling as I begin moving it along the ground sounds almost like the hissing of vipers. I give a few practice swings, and the sharp CRACK! as the whip slashes through the air makes you flinch.
“That cracking sound is actually a controlled sonic boom.” You hear me say lightly, turning to face you. “Bullwhips are one of my favorite toys….but I so rarely get to use them. Probably because they can break bone if the person wielding it doesn’t know how to use it.
Now remember–all you have to do is hold on to the stick, there’s only 9 minutes to go.”
Before you have time to do more than nod, you hear the whip crack again—and watch in disbelief as a wood chip topples down from the top of the branch to land on the pile by your feet.
”That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” You see me smile, hear the whip rustling, and hear me giggling over the tide of horror and terror sweeping over you. “Just hold still—and don’t drop the stick.”
Another wood chip falls down to join the pile.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The wood chips sound like a cross between playing cards and dominoes falling—and you realize each swing of the whip is whittling more and more of the branch away.
“Only 8 minutes to go.” You hear me announce cheerfully.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Each crack is bringing that bullwhip closer to your white-knuckled grip, closer to your body, closer to you.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Every inch of your body is breaking out in a cold sweat–sheer terror has you frozen in place.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
You can feel the breeze kicked up from the swing of the whip, hear its shrill whistle through the air, feel the vibrations in the branch as it’s being systematically cut down to size.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Without even realizing it at first—the branch falls out of your clammy grip. You hear its heavy thud as it falls onto the woodpile, the sound of the whip falling silent, and then my disappointed sigh.
“Well, you tried, sweetie. Better luck next time.”
You see me nod towards another Mistress watching from the sidelines. “—Why not try your luck with Ms. Christine? I’m sure she’ll have quite a few naughty surprises in store for you.” I blow you a kiss, then turn with an angelic, eager smile to face the crowd, “Next?”
The Cockteasing Bitch!
I like to think of myself as a cockteasing Princess, but Ms. Delia is the Cockteasing Bitch of LDW! Doing calls with her is so much fun, since we both love to hear our pets beg. The teasing, the edging, the denial is never enough for the two of us. A guided masturbation session with both of us will be imaginative and full of torment, as we turn your balls blue!
Bringing It Hard Core
Ms. Delia is the original Pain Mistress here at the Enchantrix Empire. She’ll take you over her knee for a bare-bottom spanking or tie you to her St. Andrew’s Cross and flog you until you beg for mercy. Watch out when she’s stroking you, as I’ve found out she’s also very fond of CBT – so she just might grab hold of those swollen balls and squeeze. Having witnessed her expertise with a strap-on, all I can say is – Tamsyn enjoyed it! And I bet all you butt sluts would too!
Let’s Not Leave Out The Sissies
I enjoyed reading her 12-Step Sissy program, and I know Ms. Delia really enjoys calls with the gurls. Whether it’s helping you pick out just the right panties and bra, or teaching you how to properly suck cock and please a man, she’s a great Feminization Mistress. And I’ve heard her and her subby Bull hubby Jack have been cuckolding sluts all over LDW!
Did You Check Out Part 1 and 2?
Do you need a big, black cock deep in your slutty ass? Are you a butt slut? There’s something so submissive about a slave giving up his ass to me. It’s the taboo, I think. Men aren’t supposed to be penetrated, they’re supposed to fuck, not get fucked! Oh, and the power – being in control of a10 inch dildo, and making you into ass whore, hearing you beg be to do it harder and faster. I’m so glad my dildo has an attachment that slides into my sopping wet pussy and vibrates against my clit, so I can have multiple orgasms while I make you my bitch!
Cum Eating Coach
Again, I think it’s the taboo of eating cum that really makes it so alluring, isn’t it? Just like men aren’t supposed to get fucked, they aren’t supposed to eat jizz either. I get just as much enjoyment out of watching you eat your own -from your hand, from a plate, even right from your own cock as you self-suck – as I do watching you blow one Aubrey or Charles. Of course, I get the most enjoyment when you suck a sticky, warm creampie out of my steamy pussy. More orgasm for me!
The Foot Mistress
I love shoes – and I know you do too! Especially those sky high stilettos. Here’s some information though – walking around in those things all day make my feet hurt. You’ll massage them, won’t you foot slut? Kiss and lick them, lavish them with the attention they deserve. I’ll even teach you how to give a proper pedicure, so my feet stay soft and sexy. You want them soft, don’t you? Soft feet feel so much better on your cock when I deign to give you a foot job.
Those are a few of my favorite fetishes, but if I haven’t mentioned yours, don’t despair slave! Call me up and we’ll explore your fantasy together!
Make sure you read Part 1…
“Ms. Lilly, you already talked about cockteasing.” Yes, slut, I did. Did you think I would repeat myself? A Masturbatrix can be a cocktease, but when I’m in Masturbatrix Mode, I focus more on the guided masturbation part. Telling you how to stroke, when to stroke, instructing you on how to edge. I also like to teach you how to keep that cum inside your balls, before I allow you to have, what you almost ALWAYS tell me, the most intense orgasm ever! Or maybe not. Maybe I’ll just ruin it.
Do you need a spanking, a flogging , a whipping? Have you been a bad slave, or do you just love the feeling of being put over my knee, your hard dripping cock trapped between my thighs, while my hand, my hairbrush or a wooden spoon turns your ass a nice shade of red? I can always tie you to my spanking bench or St. Andrew’s Cross and make pretty stripes on your bottom.
The Feminization Mistress
There’s a reason why I keep a sissy maid and a shemale slut in my household stable. I love dressing up bois and turning them into pretty gurls! The change that comes over them as I slide those pink, frilly panties up their smooth shaved legs is priceless. Dressing them up in full femme attire, a pair of stiletto heels and adding a slutty layer of make-up in comparison to their gasps of astonishment when I turn them to the mirror and they first see the slut they’ve become.
We’re not done, slaves. I’m a Femdom of many moods, so keep an eye out for Part 3!
So Many Fetishes
Femdoms come in many different styles. As I’ve found in both my real-life and phone sex domination activities, there are just so many fetishes out there! Some I enjoy, some I don’t. For every fetish, there seems to be a caller who’s really into it. You, as a submissive, have to find the right fit, the right Femdom to have a truly amazing call. So, what kind of Femdom do I like to be?
This is Mistress Lilly, all the way! I enjoy being a cocktease. As I wrote in my last post on Chastity Edging, I tease, edge and deny your horny cock just because I can, because it’s just so much fun! Watching your dick harden as I parade my sexy body before you, guiding your masturbation and stopping you right before that magical moment, making you beg to be allowed to shoot your load – it just does something to me!
Being a cocktease can naturally lead to humiliation – for you! How pathetic is it that you can’t even cum anymore until I give you permission? What kind of man gives up control of his cock and his orgasm? Well, no man does, but stroking pets and wimpy cum whores do. That’s really not a cock, is it? It’s a nub! Just to add insult to injury, when I finally do allow you to spew, you’re going to lick it all up for me, aren’t you?
Do you get even harder, even hornier when I bring in my stallion James? Tell me, is it the humiliation, your 4-inch nub compared to his 10-inch python? Or is it that you’re just a cock slut, and you desperately need his cock in your mouth? Then again, you may just be one of those cucks who just gets off on knowing how good his rock hard, thick prick is going to feel sliding into my wet pussy – a pussy you will never get to feel.
That’s not all, my sluts. Check back for Part 2!
Why Tease A Chastity Pet
Last post, I wrote about keeping my live-in slaves in chastity, and how I like to tease them. I got asked, “Why tease them, Mistress Lilly? Why not keep them denied?” Teasing a chastity slave, and keeping them on the brink of orgasm serves several purposes.
They . . . → Read More: Chastity Edging with Femdom Lilly
Today I’m giving you a sneak peak at a wicked, absolutely diabolical new stroking game of mine. If you’re in the mood to have a truly tormenting session of tease and denial, look no further than my free stroking assignment!
Hello Gurlies, let’s Play a Game.
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Few things help heighten erotic tension more than anticipation
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They just want to be one of the Gurls
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