Something about dressing head-to-high heel in gifts from slaves makes me feel like one sexy, pampered cocktease Princess… the perfect mood to be in when writing pt. 2 of my Sensuality Series!  Worship– whether it’s as tangible as this tight little dress on my body or just the thought of how desperate you are to suck my pretty, pedicured toes–  makes me feel like one powerful phone sex Mistress.  Do I have to tell you that power makes me wet?  I don’t think so.

Turn Your Princess On

Of course, power’s not the only thing that gets me excited, though it definitely does the trick… Here are a few more things that turn this Princess into the sensual Goddess I feel like when I wake up every morning, ready to play:

1)  Mind and body worship, of course.  Whether that means your tongue lapping at my perfect pussy or you surprising me with a little something, the pleasure I get from any and all worship is unmatchable.
2) Hot cuckold scenarios.  Putting on a sexy little outfit like the one I’ve got on now, and knowing a bunch of cuckie slaves bought it for me– is DAMN hot.  Narrating a story in which I get to fuck one of your office superiors (because let’s be honest, sweetie, he’s your bedroom superior, too) never fails to make me wet.
3) Holding your orgasm at the edge as long as possible.  Yes, admittedly, this one is about power– haha, of course there had to be a little femdom in my pleasure.  I just love to keep you barely breathing in orgasm denial, DESPERATE to cum, balls aching, pleading my name, because we will undoubtedly get to the point where….
4) You’ll do anything to make me happy.  Every time I hear, “I’ve never done that for a Mistress before,” or, “I’ve never confessed that to anyone,” I can’t help but get aroused.  Secrets are sexy, but they’re even sexier when you’re telling them to me, and boy do I love seeing how far I can push you.
5) Webcam shows.  Love ‘em!  Sissy training, stroking, cum eating … put on a show for me and you’ll have one happy Princess!

So those are just a few things that make my panties wet…. and ultimately, it IS about pleasing your Princess, isn’t it?  Don’t keep me waiting, boys and sissygirls!

(And don’t forget to listen to the free audio below to hear more about what I was wearing while writing this little post…)

So you think you’d do anything for me, huh?  You think you’d get down on your knees and enjoy some coerced cock sucking with a nice big dick for me?  Maybe you wouldn’t have done it before, but once you became a panty boy for me, everything changed.  You became almost EAGER to suck a cock for me.  You would take it any way, in any hole, if it would make me happy.  Well, I’m glad you’re a loyal, obedient little slave, but I’m afraid you’re just not ready for the real deal.

Cocksucking Training Time!

You need to be trained, slave.  I’m not going to drag you around to adult bookstores, dungeon basements and backrooms of bars just so that you can barely keep a cock hard.  I want you to be the best cocksucker out there, so people know that you’ve got a damn good Mistress running the show.  Your poor cocksucking skills do me no favors.  I’m a busy phone sex Princess, slave, so here’s what you’re going to do: you’re going to go to your favorite little sex shop and you’re going to buy a nice, thick dildo at least 8 inches long.  Have it all ready for me, because your training needs to begin asap.

Learning to Love My Strap-On

With that dildo firmly in place in my strap-on harness, I will get you to the point where you’re salivating just at the sight of me slowly stroking it.  On your knees in front of me, body craving that feeling of fullness, extending your tongue just to flick it over the head of the strap-on before I plunge it deep into your mouth.  Yup, slave, you’re going to learn to suck that dildo like a champion.  You won’t just be a skilled cocksucker, you’ll be HUNGRY for sucking cock — you’ll be outright begging me for a little strap-on facefuck.  And when I think you’re ready, when I think you’ve gotten to the point where you could make a cock fill your mouth to the brim with cum, then we will move on to phase 2:

Breaking in Your Ass

Yup, learning to suck cock is a great start, but I want you to be a full-service slave.  I’m going to train you to take the dildo nice and deep, all eight inches for me.  Don’t be shy, I’ll be gentle… at first.  But soon enough you’re going to learn how to take it fast and hard, slave.  Fortunately, you have the best strap-on femdom Mistress around guiding you there!

This blog is well overdue for a little erotica, a little storytelling time from my Domina days, before I became a full-on spoiled Princess phone sex Goddess.  Yes, I’m sure you’re all eager to be cucked over by my sexy birthday experience, but that will have to wait, because today I have something from a couple years back on my mind.

When I was an independent, this one older gentleman used to follow me around like a lovesick puppy, stealing away from work to spend a couple hours a day watching my ass in a tight little dress two steps up on the escalator.  His official job was “bag carrier,” and despite his rather subservient position to me, he still felt and acted like the big Boss when we went out shopping.  Obviously, the little bitch had to be put in his place.

A few of his misdemeanors against the Law of Callie:

1. Acting like I wasn’t practically born walking in heels.  Whenever I would step off the curb, or get up from trying on a new pair of shoes, he would be there to take my elbow.  Sure, this gesture might seem cute to a new little romantic couple, but it was just his way of asserting some physical superiority, like I needed to be helped all the time.  I could run a marathon in stilettos, so PLEASE.

2.  At the check-out counter, he liked to act like he was doing me a big favor, as a little show for the salesgirls, when he’d been the one calling me three hours previous BEGGING to spend the afternoon with me.  I’d always roll my eyes at the salesgirls, universal bitch code for “This loser’s only good for one thing, obviously.”

3. He would kiss my perfect neck to make people think that we were ‘together,’ as though it weren’t blazingly obvious that I would only have a sub – mean Mistress relationship with this man.

So one day we were at Nordstrom’s, and I was showing off this tiny electric blue dress that made my figure look DI-VINE right outside the dressing room, in a pair of black stilettos with an ankle strap, and Mr. Bossman creeped up behind me, kissed my neck and said very loudly, “Oh honey, you just have to wear that to our anniversary dinner.”  AHEM.  I’d had enough.  I swirled around right there in front of the handful of girls checking their asses in the mirror and got his balls in a vicegrip.
“The anniversary dinner?  The one with your wife in a couple weeks?”
I squeezed a little tighter as his face burned red, digging my manicured nails deep into his scrotum through his pants.  The women in the fitting area were trying not to stare, but a couple had even poked their heads out from the individual rooms to get a look at what was going down.
“Yes,” he moaned, getting up to his tiptoes.
“Let me hear you say it,” I said.
“But-”
“LET ME HEAR YOU SAY IT.”  I squeezed so hard I thought his balls might just pop off in my hand.
“The anniversary dinner… with my wife.”
“That’s right, you big fucking baby, now get over here.”  I released him and before he could even catch his breath, dragged him by his belt into one of the dressing rooms, and began undoing it, without even shutting the door all the way.  I could hear the shuffle of feet right oustide the door, ladies trying to eavesdrop in without being too obvious.
He held his groin as I slipped the leather belt through the loops before jerking him closer to me.  I sat down on the little bench in the dressing room and shouted,
“If you’re going to act like a big baby in public, you’re going to be punished like one.  Get over my knee.”
“What?” he stammered.
I jerked him down over my lap, his pathetic ass in the air.  Who’s the weak one now, hmm?  He could barely move, he was so stunned I was humiliating him this publicly– well, he did try to get up, but I had a fistful of his hair in my hand and I was yanking it down to the ground.  He wasn’t going anywhere.
At this point I could actually see a couple young female faces peering in, but I figured, you know what, if this is what it takes to break the bastard from his little I’m-in-charge-here act, so be it!  I wrestled his pants down so that only his white boxers were covering his ass, and doubled over the belt in my hand.
*CRACK* I brought the belt down hard across his the boxers and he yelped and jerked back.  Mmm, what a satisfying sound, echoing around the dressing room… but even better was the sound when I pulled his boxers down, too, revealing an already red ass just begging for a beating.
I strapped his bare ass for a good extra few minutes before switching to my hand for the final humiliation.  An over the knee spanking by a sexy young girl in a VERY public setting…. he wanted to die, having never dabbled in spanking fetish before.  I left hand print after hand print until my own palms were going red (though we Dommes have a little trick to keep the spanking from hurting US as much as it hurts YOU), and he wasn’t resisting anymore, just flinching with each and every *SMACK*.
When I thought he’d learned his lesson, with a few extra spanks for good measure, I let him stand up, boxers covering his cock but his ass still bare.
“Go out until the hall and look at what you earned yourself.”
He shuffled out while women disappeared into the dressing rooms giggling, and turned in front of the long mirror to examine his welting ass.  He rubbed it tenderly, wincing.  I couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“Pull up your pants, Big Baby, and let’s go check out.”  He did as he was told.  “And to answer your question, yes, this dress is going to look excellent on YOUR anniversary– I’m sure my boyfriend is going to enjoy getting me out of it very much, while you’re out treating your wife to the best dinner she’s ever had.”
At the counter he held his head in shame, blushing bright red as the salesgirl said, “You and your daughter have a great day now!”
A great day indeed….

Oh boys and sissy girls, this Princess had the BEST birthday this year.  An endless stream of perfect gifts, partying in NYC with all my friends, and of course some hilarious little presents from slaves as well.  What more could a phone sex Princess ask for?

Obviously, a few post-birthday shout-outs are due.

Bree-bree gave me my first present of the month– because he celebrates my birthday throughout November (Callie Month– as it should be!), and damn will I be looking fine because of it.  He ALSO gave me probably the funniest gift of this holy season– a video of himself putting on twenty pairs of panties in my honor– and wearing them all day.  Thong-Panty-Thong-Panty-Thong-Panty, keeping that little cocklet nice and snug!   I died.  Panty boy vids mean endless giggles from me.

Little Puppy Dick– oh, LPD.  Poor, pathetic little cuckold fetish bitch took care of allllll my lingerie needs for OTHER men to enjoy.  One man in particular– well, LPD, he certainly enjoyed the view, thanks to you!  You get to worship my feet and my ass, while he gets to enjoy the kind of sex a real man with a real cock has– and with my perfect little pussy, too!
Monica put on a little show for my girlfriends and I…. wow, is all I can say ….  they’d certainly never seen anything like that!

Teasetoy and little rabbit’s gifts arrived right before my birthday, too, so they definitely count.  As do all the little bitches who shopped at my store leading up to the 15th– you helped to fund my fun!  And boy was it supreme– dancing all night with girlfriends, fucking ’til dawn with that lucky boy who got to glimpse my new birthday outfits, while all you slaves could only satisfy yourself with the thought of MY satisfaction.  Though I’m sure that’s more than enough for you, isn’t it?

No, I don’t mean losing your virginity.  I don’t care about that (unless it’s a really humiliating story, then bring it on!)– I mean the first time you slipped on a pair of panties and knew it was allllll over from there.  That from that day on, you’d be a crossdressing, victoria’s secret-lovin’ pantyboy.  Let’s hear about it!
Maybe your sister was out with her girlfriends, and you took the opportunity to sneak into her underwear drawer and pick out the pair you’d always lusted after while doing the laundry.  You slipped on that soft cotton pair of panties, walked over to the mirror and took a look at yourself, looking and feeling smoother between the legs than you ever had, that fabric deliciously snug against your skin.

And maaaaybe, not so deep down, some part of you wanted your mother to walk through the door right at that moment and catch you!  Sure, she might tease you, and it would definitely be a little humiliating, but then she’d give you some pairs of panties of your own, and a cute bra too, and your lingerie collection would have its start!

Or perhaps you didn’t venture into panty-wearing until you were a little older, and you dipped into a lingerie store to actually buy your first pair, sneaking it to the privacy of your own home and reveling in this new, snug, ruffly fit.  (Or did you buy it under the guise of getting a gift for your wife, a gift you knew she’d never use… tricky tricky!)

Were you turned on?  Did you feel totally overwhelmed by the desire to completely dress like a woman– skirt, blouse heels and all?  Or maybe those desires became the same thing– an absolute sexual thrill from the idea of having a woman’s body– breasts, hips and that smooth, smooth spot between the legs.  (It is quite nice, I can’t blame you!)  To even be fucked like a woman, as your crossdressing experience took a turn for full-on sissification….  Whatever the experience you had, whether you just love cross-dressing or you desire total feminization, I want to hear all about it!  And, you know, maybe indulge in a little webcam fashion show, role-play or sissy training as well….

Halloweeeeen’s coming up everyone, and where better to celebrate than at the Halloween Party with the LDW Empire!  Mistresses Tia, Vivian, Gemma, Delia, Cassidy and Ann have some sexy holiday fun planned for you over at Cock Radio between 6pm and 12am, and of course plenty of other Mistresses will be joining you to chat about the programming over in the adult chatroom.

In the spirit of the theme (Rocky Horror… be still my 7th grade heart), I have some assignments for you all.  Pick and choose according to the fetish that’s near and dear to your heart.  If you do all of them and send me proof, well damn, I might just have to give you some sort of reward.

1) Costume assignment (sissies): using just the clothes + makeup you have at home, pick your favorite character from any cult classic and do.  it.  up.  Pictures please!

2) Costume assignment (humiliation sluts): using Rocky’s face as inspiration, costumize your cock.  Go WILD with that makeup.  I want your dick looking like a drag queen in a rain storm.

3) Candy Cock (pain sluts): Mmmm get some of those nice little candies you can suck on for a while– lollipops, werthers, whatever the kids are eatin’ these days.  Suck on ‘em until they’re nice and sticky, and then adhere each one– at least 10– to your dick, balls, deep in your pubic hair…. take a picture (for my amusement), let sit for 20 minutes, or until they’re nice and stuck on, and then rip each one off for me!  This works a lot better if you’re NOT shaved.

4) Trick-or-semen (orgasm edging): This one requires joining the LDW Mistresses at their Halloween party, and I owe the idea to a friend of mine.

(I, however, do NOT recommend putting candy corn up your butt unless you feel like spending a sticky Halloween eve at the hospital!)

Here are the rules, every time the Mistresses say “Rocky Horror,” “Halloween,” “candy,” “sexy,” or “costume” you have to pump your cock as hard as possible, getting as close to that edge as you can, for 2 minutes.  Every time they say “trick or treat” you have to bring yourself to orgasm in 2 minutes (if you can’t do it in 2 minutes then you have to edge nonstop for 30 minutes and restart when the 30 minutes is over).  If at any point the Mistresses say “slutty bumblebee” you can’t cum for 5 days, but still must edge throughout the 6-hour show.

5a) Pumpkin SEED (humiliation sluts): Put on a condom, and fuck a pumpkin.  Small size is probably your best bet, as you might have to microwave it for a minute before you cut a mouth whole and jam your cock in there.  Enjoy your new fuckable gourd friend!

5b) Pumpkin SEED pt. 2 (cum eating): When you cum, save and set aside your loaded condom before separating all the pumpkin seeds out of the pumpkin you just fucked– rinse em, lay em out on a baking pan, coat them in YOUR seed, and bake until niiiiice and toasty and cum-covered.  Snack away, cumsluts!