Orgasms really are a wonderful thing.  Just think about the last one you had, and how, when the waves of it swept over you, you trembled as pleasure consumed your body and mind.

For some of us…or, to be more . . . → Read More: Starting the Day Off Right with an Orgasm]]>

Cum for me...or not, if I'm denying you

Orgasms really are a wonderful thing.  Just think about the last one you had, and how, when the waves of it swept over you, you trembled as pleasure consumed your body and mind.

We Weren’t All Created Equal

For some of us…or, to be more accurate…some of *you*…the last time you had an orgasm is a fading, if tantalizing memory.  You are in chastity, and that is how it should be.  After all, we can’t just all go around having orgasms at will, now can we?  That would be sexual anarchy, and not only unsettling as a society, but knowing some men, rather unsanitary as well.   This is truly a case of the Haves and the Have Nots.

Which Side of That Equation Do You Fall On?

I, obviously, am in the 1% when it comes to Occupy Orgasm.  You, however, may well find yourself in the 99% , and your penis may be in the firm control of a dominatrix. That is good, and as it should be.  After all,  if not, commerce might come to a grinding halt, and civilizations might crumble.    So whether you are in full chastity, or just in a regular state of denial, you are giving of yourself for the greater good.  We who are in Orgasm Enabled group do so appreciate your efforts, dear hearts.

Cumming in the Morning is Greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!

Now, if you are part of the unfettered group, you know just how much fun it can be to wake up, and before you are fully conscious, to have erotic sensations build up and ultimately end in an explosive, powerful orgasm.  That is indeed the way to start your day off right!  You know that you love it when you do it on your own.  Now just imagine how it would be to have the phone ring, and hear my voice on the other end, urging you to let go and explode for me.

Which is exactly how I started my day today…with a toe-curling, mind-blowing, body-quaking orgasm, provided by my favorite vibrator.  I’d tell you all about it, but that might make some of you leaky, and we can’t have that, can we?

Men can be such silly creatures. They truly, truly can. Even when they are men in sissy form.

Case in point…as I currently am far too busy to take on the daily training of a sissy, I borrow one from time to time from a good friend of . . . → Read More: Stockings and Lingerie are for My Pleasure]]>

Stockings are for My Pleasure

Men can be such silly creatures. They truly, truly can. Even when they are men in sissy form.

Case in point…as I currently am far too busy to take on the daily training of a sissy, I borrow one from time to time from a good friend of mine.

I had this sissy…we’ll call her Sissy R…over to help me move my summer clothes to the closet that I use most.  Actually, in truth, there was not much “helping” to it.  I relaxed on my chaise lounge and told Sissy R what I wanted done, and how I wanted it done.

As sissies are wont to do, Sissy R was making a good deal of fuss over my pretty things.  As she was switching out some storage boxes of lingerie, she made the comment that I must have so much lingerie to look sexy for men.

As

if.

I Wear Sensuous Things for My Pleasure

As you can tell, Sissy R is indeed a silly thing.  Every thing I do is designed for my pleasure, and that includes wearing silky stockings and feminine lingerie.

Sissy R was making the mistake of thinking that her slutty man-pleasing ways were my ways as well.  As you might imagine, that led to me giving her a rather long lecture on how as a dominant woman, I live life on my own terms, and that includes buying and wearing things that I love the feel and look of.

For my pleasure, and my pleasure alone.

Granted, sometimes the way I look in those things leads to pleasure being derived by others.  But that is collateral pleasure, and is not my focus.

My focus is the way it feels when I run my hand over my stocking-clad thigh.

Which, in turn, becomes your focus.   Or causes you to have a lack of focus.  Either/or.  ~winks~

I have a low threshold for boredom, and thus, am often doing multiple things at once as I go about the business of my daily life. I think that love of multi-tasking contributes to the appreciation that I have for things that don’t just have a single purpose.

Notes:  The Chef’s Special, an installment in Feminization Fairy Tales, is now live in our audio store. Also, thanks to my slut jolene for the new book in the Dark Tower series from my wish list.

It seems that there are quite a few body worshiping fetishists out there in LDW land. . . . → Read More: A Throne for a Queen]]>

Ms Claire's Throne

Notes:  The Chef’s Special, an installment in Feminization Fairy Tales, is now live in our audio store. Also, thanks to my slut jolene for the new book in the Dark Tower series from my wish list.

It seems that there are quite a few body worshiping fetishists out there in LDW land.  It’s rare that a day goes by without someone on the other end of the line…with a breathy, needy sound to their voice…asking if they may please have the privilege of paying homage to my delectable, mature body.

For some of you, it’s the feet, and you can’t wait until I give the nod, signaling that you can begin slavishly tonguing my pretty toes. Others want nothing more than to kneel in front of me and savor the sight, taste, and feel of my smooth legs.

Though those things are frequently requested, along with other succulent body parts, the request I get most often is from those who get rock hard at the mere notion of being allowed to orally service my pussy and my ass.  I must admit that when I look at my pussy and my ass, I can see why they’d be the objects of such rabid interest…can’t you?

Me being me, I like to add my own twist to things, and when I saw this illustration of a smother box, I knew that I had to have one.  Of course, it doesn’t actually smother a person.  There would be plenty of air.

That said, there is no doubt that your world would shrink down to the sight, scent, and taste of me, as I sat, receiving your ministrations.   I can’t think of anything more that you’d need, can you?

I *love* the locking aspect of this box. It reminds me of a stockade.  Think of how it would be to stretch out flat on your back, with the nape of your neck against the curve of wood, and see the smile on my face as I lowered the upper partition down.  You’d then hear the snap of the lock, and you’d watch with open eyes as the objects of your desire grew closer and closer, finally settling down on the surface.  Then it would just be a matter of waiting until you had permission to extend your tongue, and to prove how much you want to serve me.

Yes.  Just *think* of it.

It’s hard to believe it, but a year ago this week, I took my first phone sex call with LDW.  I’ve had a blast, and have really, really enjoyed the sessions that I have had.

I’ve had the pleasure of exploring . . . → Read More: Happy Anniversary to Me!]]>

Thanks for a great 1st year! xoxo

It’s hard to believe it, but a year ago this week, I took my first phone sex call with LDW.  I’ve had a blast, and have really, really enjoyed the sessions that I have had.

What a year it’s been!

I’ve had the pleasure of exploring everything from body worship to CBT with my callers, and I must say that after a year, the thrill of being an Enchantrix Mistress has not diminished.  If anything, it has grown as I’ve formed bonds and built relationships, not only with some of you, but with my lovely colleagues as well.  I came to LDW believing it was the best company of it’s kind.  A year later, that belief is firmly cemented.

Some of you have been incredibly generous.  I’ve been the recipient of many, many Virtual Bouquets, and outstanding gifts.  Though I try to thank each person individually, sometimes things come to me anonymously, and I don’t have that opportunity.  So a special thank you to each of you that has gone out of your way to pamper me.

Most of All, Thanks for Sharing Yourselves

It isn’t always easy to share who we are.  Though the phone experience gives you anonymity, there is still, I believe, a hesitation for most of us when it comes to taking off our masks and exposing our inner selves.  It leaves us open and vulnerable, which can be unsettling, and leaves us unsure as to how we’ll be received.

I am so appreciative to those of you that have trusted me enough to let me see behind those masks.  For some, it can happen very quickly, and others is it a beautiful, winding pathway that we walk down together for awhile.  That you held out your hand to me…that you peeled back the layers of self…and trusted me to not let you fall…well, that means the world to me.

Here’s to a great 2nd year!

xoxo

~Ms C

Notes:  Teamwork Part 2 is now live in the audio store.  Thanks to my adoring slut jolene  for my incredible anniversary present!  Mistress is going to love that time away getting pampered!  Also thanks to a shy one for the fun of collaborating on another . . . → Read More: On The Edge of Glory]]>

The Edge is a Delicious Place to Be!

Notes:  Teamwork Part 2 is now live in the audio store.  Thanks to my adoring slut jolene  for my incredible anniversary present!  Mistress is going to love that time away getting pampered!  Also thanks to a shy one for the fun of collaborating on another custom audio order.  That was hot and Dr. Claire had a most enjoyable time during your exam!

Don’t Look a Gift Orgasm in the Mouth

There are times in life when we just want to get off.  Period.  Now, granted, that is easier for some of us than others.  Especially if you happen to be a certain someone who is approaching their 70th day in chastity.

But if you aren’t in chastity, well then, there are indeed those times when we just need release.  So we have an orgasm.  Or, to be more accurate, I may grant the privilege of release.  And if one is under my control, they should never look a gift orgasm in the mouth.  They should take it with gratitude, and enjoy it, fleeting as it may be.  Heaven only knows when I may feel generous and allow them another.

The speedy type really aren’t my preference though.  Not for myself, and certainly not when I want entertainment.  What I like then is a healthy dose of edging play.

How Far Can You Go?

You may be able to remember a TV commercial that asked how many licks it took to get to the center of a certain brand of  lollipop.  I find that similar questions can be posed about most men.  How many strokes does it take before you turn into a needy pile of man goo, begging for release, hanging on the edge of orgasm, clawing frantically to maintain your tenuous hold while I idly consider your request?

And when I decide that I don’t think you are ready yet, and you are ordered to take your hands off your cock, how long for your panting gulps of air to resume to a normal breathing pattern?  How long for your heartbeat to stop resonating in your temples like the beat of a drum?

When you’ve been instructed to back off the edge, how long until that delicious moment of hovering suspended between a non-orgasmic state and an orgasmic one fade away?

And once it has…when you’ve resigned yourself to an evening of denial, and my eyes sweep over you with barely hidden mirth, and I tell you to start stroking again…

how long then until you find yourself teetering right back on that very edge again, hmmmmm?

How far can you go for me, dearheart?

I’ll tell you how far you can go.

Exactly as far as I tell you to.

In a word, I do.  And short skirts.  They showcase my tanned legs beautifully, especially when I pair them with some lovely high heeled shoes.

I do so love to walk down the street, see a couple, and watch with amusement as the man . . . → Read More: Who Wears Short Shorts?]]>

Stilettos are Sexy

In a word, I do.  And short skirts.  They showcase my tanned legs beautifully, especially when I pair them with some lovely high heeled shoes.

If You’ve Got It, Flaunt It

I do so love to walk down the street, see a couple, and watch with amusement as the man in question tries to sneak a furtive second glance as my legs scissor down the sidewalk.  It is fun to make eye contact with him, so that he knows that I have full knowledge of my appeal to him.  It all takes place in a span of seconds, and with total strangers, yet there is a certain intimacy to it.

Those encounters, when combined with warm sunshine, and the feel of a cool breeze caressing my bare legs can put me in a certain mood.  It’s a mood that you truly enjoy, and that is when I come home, and let you know that I desire a body worship session.

Pleasurable for Me, Sweet Agony for You

Though you eagerly look forward to the times that I allow you to pay homage to my body with your mouth, it is a situation fraught with tension for you as well.  Rarely do I allow you the pleasure of touching me with your hands, and the need to do so burns white hot in your fingertips.   Of course, this is not a fact that has escaped me, and I like to add to the fun by binding your wrists behind your back before I give clearance to begin.

Though I am a good sport about it.  I will take my own shoes off, and tease your lips with the toes of my perfect feet before allowing the weight of them to rest lightly against your mouth so that you can suckle each one in turn.

However, when I give the signal that you can begin the molasses-slow ascent up my sculpted legs toward my delectable panty covered mound…well, then you are on your own.    If you can’t get the panties off me with your mouth, you’ll remain in a nice state of denial.

Your nostrils will flare as you try to inhale my scent.  You inhale so deeply it’s as if you think you can magically sniff the panties right off me.  And  your tongue!  The way you try to burrow it under the snug elastic in the leg openings.  So close, yet so far away, pet. ~soft laugh~

But it is more than satisfactory for me, and my thighs will lock around your head as I squiggle my clit against that searching tongue.   Though it will take longer than if your tongue had direct contact, I’m in no hurry.

Are you?

Isn’t it amazing how the first hint of beautiful weather makes us want to just be outside and glory in being alive?  It’s been incredibly lovely weather here for weeks now…far earlier than usual, and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed getting to break out my shorts and my skirts.  After all, what’s . . . → Read More: Here Comes the Sun & My Spring Schedule!]]>

Want these to wrap around you?

Isn’t it amazing how the first hint of beautiful weather makes us want to just be outside and glory in being alive?  It’s been incredibly lovely weather here for weeks now…far earlier than usual, and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed getting to break out my shorts and my skirts.  After all, what’s the point of having a nice set of legs  if you don’t show them off to be admired and worshiped?

You All Helped Chase the Winter Blues Away

If we’ve talked much at all, you will have likely found out that to say I don’t like winter is a huge understatement.  Though I don’t deal with anything like a certain Alaskan cocksucker does, if it’s below 70, it is chilly, and once we reach 55, it’s winter to me.

Back around Christmas, I made a change from what had been pretty much a daytime schedule to one that was mixed, but leaned heavily on nights.  It’s been a good deal of fun getting to know all my new callers, and to enjoy my daytime regulars when I pop online then.  Having that connection with you all has helped keep me a happy Mistress during a time when the dreary days are making me snarl.  That has been very much appreciated!

Sunshine Makes Me Frisky!

In addition to loving when I can work outside in my yard, sunshine makes my erotic energy just burst off the charts.  I’m not sure why, but I know that it does.  That will benefit you all in the form of increasingly hotter calls, and me for getting to tap into that energy and have lots of delicious orgasms.

With all that in mind, I’ve made some changes in my schedule.  What you’ll find is that a good deal of the time, my hours will not be posted in advance.  When I know them, I’ll give you a heads up, but after the dark of winter, I am ready to be out soaking up the glorious sun.  You can expect that things will change again somewhat, though not as drastically, toward the end of May.

You can see my revamped schedule here.  You’ll want to bookmark that page, as it will be the most accurate way of knowing when to expect me, if you are someone who cannot schedule appointments.

For those that can, I HIGHLY recommend doing so.  If you’ve never scheduled one before, it’s very easy, and it is lined out on this newly created page, as is a wealth of other information, compiled from questions I’ve been asked over the last few months.

Appointments Don’t Always Have to be Made in Advance

Let’s imagine this scenario.  You’ve managed to get some long-anticipated free time, you come to my blog, and see that my status shows away.  Bummer, right?

No, not at all.  If you do not see me online, and you are ready to make a call, follow the instructions on the FAQ page.  Send me an email.  Give it a subject line that grabs my attention to let me know that you want to talk now, or within the very near future.

My handy dandy little electronic device will notify me right away that I have a potential gentleman caller.  Or a feminized one, whichever the case may be!  If I am home and not otherwise engaged, I can be with you in a matter of minutes.

Now, I’m not always going to be home.  When I’m not, I may have times where I’ll still be checking mail periodically, knowing that I won’t be gone the entire day.  The flip side of that is that I will have times when I’m not going to be able to respond or session then.  But it certainly never hurts to ask, does it?  Some of my pets…those closest to me…would not mind at all being put through to my cell, I am sure.  Though that isn’t ideal in terms of connection, I know when you are missing your Mistress that it doesn’t matter, as long as you get to talk to me.

The point is that obviously, if we can plan things out in advance, you up the odds of being able to spend time with me.  But just because you can’t doesn’t mean you can’t get lucky, and find out that I can indeed take your call right then.

Don’t Worry, I’ll Still be Taking Openly Logged in Calls

If you want to know what I mean by that,  once again, see the FAQ page.  You’ll see me logged in on the sites, and since you’ve been good, and read the FAQ page like I have repeatedly told you to do, you’ll know how to set up a call back, if you didn’t before.  You’ll also know that if I have a firm start time posted on my schedule that the dispatcher can ring you when I sign in.

Those times may just be something that I don’t know from day to day, or hour to hour.  So when you do see me on, don’t hesitate!  Pick up the phone, and let’s have some fun.

During These More Laid Back Months, Communication will be Vital

You have been armed with knowledge, and that is a powerful thing.  Send me an email, and communicate with me.  You may well find that you are able to have easier access to me, because you’ve planned it, and are not watching as my status remains busy my entire shift.

A Final Thing…For My Guys with Morning Boners…Fear Not!

Though the bulk of my hours during Spring Availability will not be morning hours, I won’t forget about you guys.  Some of you have pretty much been with me since I started at LDW, nearly a year ago.  We’ll still have our fun.  Just watch my Schedule/Breaking News page for when those hours are going to be.   Additionally, some of you like me to email you and let you know when I plan to be on in the mornings.  If you are one that would, just drop me a line, and I’ll add you to that list.

I may not be able to do a lot of  calls by advance appointment  for that time window, as I never know how late I’ll end up being on, with the exception of days that I’ve planned to be on for some morning hours.  Those days,  I’ll do my best to accommodate you all.

And some of you will be accommodating me. ~winks~

Questions?  Post them!  And if not, know that I enjoy engaging in sexy fun  or long comfortable talks with each of you, and am looking forward to more of the same!

xoxo

~Ms Claire

A goodly portion of those that session with me enjoy humiliation.  Some like a few sprinkles of . . . → Read More: Small Penis Support Group]]>

Today we’ll turn our attention to those that nature didn’t bless in a…special…area.  But before we do, I need to share something that I have been remiss in mentioning.

Attention Humiliation Whores:  It’s Time to Serve at the Palace

A goodly portion of those that session with me enjoy humiliation.  Some like a few sprinkles of it, and some like it applied with a sledgehammer.  Because I enjoy dishing out both varieties, I teamed up with Ms Callie to open the Humiliation Palace.  As of now, it’s updating weekly, so be sure to stop in for a dish of erotic debasement, and to see how you can best serve us.

He Just Doesn't Measure Up

And Speaking of Humiliation…The Incredible Shrinking Penis

When I think of phone humiliation calls, I must admit that some really have their own little hall of fame…or perhaps hall of shame…in my mind.  One of those gentlemen is someone named Henry.

I’ve been talking to Henry for several months now.  He’s so polite.  If I met him, I’d probably be impressed with his manners.  But I wouldn’t be impressed with his dicklette.  Not only is it little, it has actually shrank since I started talking to him!

The first time that Henry and I spoke, he told me his cock was 4 inches.  Being an accepting sort, I took his statements at face value.   But the more I talked to him, the more it became clear that things just weren’t adding up.  So I had him re-measure, and lo and behold,  his cock had withered to 3.25 inches!

Is it Magic?

Though I do admit to having extraordinary powers in some areas, it really is beyond my abilities to say “Abracadabra” and make someone’s penis disappear.  Trust me, if I could, there would be more than a few cockless men walking around.  And I really *mean* cockless, not just a micro wee-wee like Henry has.

But I digress.

Henry thinks that the problem is that I made him measure a different way than he had in the past.  I think the problem is that Henry just wanted to mentally inflate his cock to a size that he thought he *might* be able to pull off if he were dealing with someone other than me.  That false inflation worked for him until I came along and popped the concept of it like a straight pin to a balloon.

My Superior Lip Gloss

What I found as I questioned Henry  more was not only was his little nubbin less than 4″ long, but that I actually have tubes of lip gloss that are longer than his wanna-be cock.  As we conversed, I started looking at a tube of Philosophy Eggnog Latte lip gloss that was laying on my desk.  Curious, I continued to talk, picked up my ruler, and the gloss.

Though I wasn’t looking at a mirror at the time, I am sure it was a Grinch-like grin that was etched on my features when I realized that my lip gloss was superior in size to Henry’s little bitty thing.  Of course, it was a find that I simply *had* to share with him, and that made him beat it even faster and louder.

So Where’s the Support Group?

That’s right, I mentioned a support group in the title, didn’t I?  If you want to find out how I torment Henry about his inadequate wiener, look for my next post at Humiliation Palace.   After all, this is too much fun to keep to myself.  Not to mention that I know some of you could be card carrying members of said support group.  So stay tuned!