Hi Serina. Thanks for the session last night; I think this program is going to be a lot of fun. It's amazing how liberating cock control can be. Knowing that ejaculation is not an option frees my mind to explore other sensations. It's not about just getting it hard and coming - I can arouse myself in many more ways, and knowing that orgasm is not imminent makes it that much more intense and rewarding when it finally happens.

Talk with you on Friday! P

Dear Mistress Serina,

That was, sincerely, one of the very best telephone domination calls I have ever experienced.

I say "I", not through the remotest disregard for my Goddess, but because I know She has written to you separately about Her own opinion. Therefore, I propose to give you here thoughts from my, very grateful, angle, assuring you nevertheless of my understanding and total acceptance of Her joy and pleasure being supreme above mine.

I am sure you realised this, but please allow me to state it nevertheless: you had me on Thursday TOTALLY under your control, UTTERLY submissive to your instructions, COMPLETELY focused on my duty to please and serve my Goddess. You had me feeling SO weak! I really was in subspace.

I would have licked filthy mud from Her boots if there had been any to lick! I would have eaten it if told to do so.

You did not shout at me, you just coolly controlled me from the second we spoke, ensuring I was on my knees, as I always will be for you in the future.

You correctly told me not to waste time talking about the "Points of Intrigue" security device I wear with my CB3000 (incidentally, you will find the explanation you need at www.chastitydesires.com...do please have a look).

I just wanted to obey, told to spread my legs like a whore. By the call's end, I was covered in sweat, and had to have a cool shower. I am sorry I was not able to lock up that cock in your company but it was so aroused it was impossible.

After my shower, I did so under Goddess' watchful eye.

You helped give Her a wonderful orgasm. As for my release, I was not allowed to cum until Saturday morning, but not before my Owner had first obtained for Herself, stimulated by my tongue and fingers, two orgasms. These were in addition to the two I gave Her, safely locked away in my chastity.

On Friday morning I begged to be allowed to serve Her pussy and clitoris, which I eagerly did with my tongue and lips. Anyway, I waited for more than the one orgasm you said She should have before allowing me to cum.

I am very happy about that as I love to have to work and wait for my orgasm!



Everything about the call was sexy: you emphasising my inferior status as a boot slave with only one role, to please my Mistress, the way you got me to repeat things to Her and make respectful requests to Her, telling me to look straight into Her eyes, making me smell, yet not touch, Her pussy, getting Her to smear my face with Her juices and telling me other men and women would know from this that I am a slave, controlled and dominated.


I was desperate to keep the juices on my face, but my shower unfortunately washed them away. Sorry. I wanted to keep them there as long as possible.



You kept up a very lively tempo throughout the call. You kept me very busy and active pleasing and entertaining my Mistress. You allowed me no respite from your control. Wonderful! I felt used and abused, just what a male slut and whore like me deserves.



It was so kinky when, at the ouset, you made me turn around and finger fuck my arse in full view of my Owner. I love to use lube on my arse and on Her cock.

You were relentless near the end, making me twist and pull off each of those clothes pegs, ordering me in between to return, mechanically, like an object, to stroking that controlled cock, but warning me not to cum. You expertly realised that, the longer the exercise went on, the shorter the timespan between edgings. I truly enjoyed the pain. I really twisted the pegs hard, only letting go when you gave me permission. I "ripped" several off without loosening them first as I wanted to feel pain. Most particularly when in subspace (which is precisely where you had, and so expertly kept me), pain is such a wonderful sensation to go through for one's Mistress, which is why I adored you telling me to ask Goddess to tug on the chain linking my nipple clamps.

I see enduring pain as my duty, partly because I know She loves me to suffer pain and discomfort for Her, inflicted by or on Her behalf.

I actually thought you would request that She pull off the clamps suddenly. It would have hurt, yes, but I would have gladly endured this. Apart from wishing to please my Owner anyway, I have done so a couple of times in the past. Equally, I was happy to tug on that chain for you, and to hit those balls, when you told me to do it. I loved withdrawing and reinserting the butt plug, and being instructed to repeatedly clench and release my buttocks.


I so love to be made passive and weak by a Dominant Woman teaming up with my Mistress! What a gorgeously inescapable trap!


Very submissively and obediently BSW

STORY WRITTEN BY CLIENT: Based on a fantasy he has about us meeting.

I have booked the hotel room, just as Serina instructed. A classy establishment, second floor, facing the street. I should have known, of course, that none of Serina's requirements were arbitrary. I must admit that I gave them little thought at first, assuming they were specific simply in order to make me work harder to find the "perfect" room. Nothing more than that. Nothing more than a mistress toying with her slave - making him prove to her that his obedience was total and unquestioning. I should have known better. I do now.

I find the perfect room, naturally, what else could I do? Serina is honoring me with a visit, and all I have to do is pay for her plane ticket and a room for the weekend. The window faces a busy street, and looks down from the second floor, from which passers by are easily visible, going about their mundane tasks, oblivious to the events that are about to unfold just a stones throw away. That's how I imagine it will be.

I pay the clerk in advance, take the keys in my already trembling hand, and head upstairs. It is 1:30 on a scorching hot afternoon. Serina has told me to expect her at 2:00 but to arrive early, disrobe completely, unlock the door and stand in the corner, facing the wall. Within minutes I am ready.

I am there earlier than I'd planned, and the wait is excruciating. Though the air is pleasantly tempered by some distant machinery on this sweltering afternoon, I notice I am shivering, almost imperceptibly, but certainly.

Long lonely minutes pass. According to instructions I have taken my watch off and am not allowed to turn around to look at the bedside clock, so I can only guess the time. How close now? Is she in the building yet? Entering the elevator?

Finally, I hear the door open. Then close. Silence.
I can hear, faintly, a calm breathing, coming closer. Then, by my right ear a warmth.
" Good boy . . . and you're already hard for me, no"?
Until Serina pointed out the obvious, I haven't even noticed the sweet, steady pressure between my legs. Her words work their timeless magic in an instant and a cock that is no longer mine, already swollen beyond it's capacity, grows even larger in my imagination and seems to teeter on the brink of an ecstasy that can only be granted, never earned. The words of my mistress softly commanding me to accept her permission and her blessing. A permission for what? Permission to deliver my manhood into her all encompassing feminine presence. To surrender my jutting, strutting, masculine yearning to the tender rigors of her unshakable grasp.
"Yes mistress"
I feel Serina's hand reach from behind and close slowly around my shaft - around "her" shaft.

You'll do anything for me, won't you? Now that I'm here, in person. No resistance can come between us now. Ever. This is your last lesson and you know you're already lost. I'm going to finish your training today. I'm going to finish you off . Drain you of cum, and any will you have left . . . take you beyond any pleasure a little man like you has any right to. I know you want to turn around . . . see me . . . drink of my beauty . . . masturbate in front of me . . . for me. Not now though, you've got another task ahead of you. Move over to the window. That's right, good boy. Now open the curtains, slide them back and as you do I'm going to slide my hand down your cock"

I pull the cord by the curtain and it slowly opens, and for a second I seem to be watching the lips of an enormous vagina opening before me. Serina's cunt. Serina's pussy. Serina's world. Her hand slowly moves down my shaft. With firm but forgiving grip it slides toward my pubic bone, then tightly squeezes. The blood thickens in the exposed end of my straining cock.

I'm not thinking clearly and the view beyond the curtain momentarily surprises me, though nothing has changed since I glanced out upon first entering the room. The street is still ablaze with activity. People everywhere. PEOPLE, easily within view! Many of them, and me standing there in plain sight! Naked save for a soft feminine hand protecting my cock. But wait! not protecting it! EXPOSING IT TO VIEW!. Keeping it hard for all who might glance upwards.

"Yes my pet . . . this is your last test. We're going to wait until someone sees us . . . sees you . . . sees your helpless erection, then we'll wait a little longer, while they call the police, or call a friend, or point to you . . . who knows what could happen. . . and they will never guess what a sight they will be treated to next. . . . to see a grown man shoot his hot cum all over the window! You do want to cum for me, don't you? Yes, I know you do, and I'm going to let you. Well . . . actually I'm going to make you, but you know there's no difference, anymore, between making you cum and allowing you to cum, don't you? Your will is my will . . . You've known that for a while now, only you didn't let yourself see it for what it really is. It's the little web I've been weaving for you. On all our calls, when you thought I was just "getting you off" . . . encouraging you to masturbate . . . coaxing you to make a sweet sticky mess on yourself . . . oh, so much more was happening then. I was tying little knots in your mind, in your body. Such little, harmless knots . . . but now look at you, caught in a web of knots . . . standing naked and erect in front of a whole city block, waiting for my permission to empty your big ball-sack of cum onto the window pane "

My eyes flutter and close, for who knows how long. When they open again there are three people looking up at me from the sidewalk, all of them women. One is pointing, another smiling, and another is talking into her cell phone.
Minutes later a cop on a motorcycle pulls up to the curb.

"Oh now we can really have some fun, don't you think" Serina whispers in my ear. She's still behind me, but somehow she must have managed to take her skirt off because I can feel her legs, her stockinged legs, brush against mine as she draws closer. The soft silk lace of her bra gently pressed against my shoulder blades sets my spine tingling. My cock strains against the softness of her hand, now frustratingly still, simply holding me to the promise I didn't know I'd made.

"Don't worry, my sweet, even though the pleasure will be mine, and the humiliation yours, you'll feel for both of us, and I don't mind sharing with you . . . I'll let you feel just enough pleasure to defeat you . . . you're going to cum so hard it might break the window, now wouldn't THAT be something . . . "

At that moment, almost as if on cue, there's a knock at the door. "Come in officer, it isn't locked" - Serina's voice has a fearless calm about it, with a hint of playful mockery. She gives my cock a gentle squeeze as the door opens and I hear the police officer say "Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to step away from the window . . . "

Serina squeezes my cock even tighter, as if to say "hold still now, I'll handle this" . . . and I hear her say over her shoulder - "Why officer, I was just having a little fun with my boy here, nothing to get worked up about. Is it my fault if one good look at my sensual, dominating ass can cause a man to do anything for me? . . . I mean, take a look at it yourself, oh, I see you already are, then . . . tell me you don't sympathize?. . . .

" Please ma'am . . . I'm going to have to . . . " I can hear the tension in his voice, the dryness in his mouth. I'd heard it before, the same deep raspy tremble coming from my own throat when I first called Serina all those long years ago. I can't believe what I'm hearing, the poor fellow doesn't know it yet but he's submitting to Serina after only a few seconds exposure to her commanding voice and the sight of her silky, powerful, perfumed feminine ass.

I can visualize the thong panties Serina told me she would be wearing, the dark tan stockings and garter belt framing the cheeks of her irresistable ass. I know then there's no hope for this innocent whose life is about to be changed forever.

"you're going to have to what? . . . officer? You're asking me to step away from the window? Is that really what you want me to do? Would you like me to step to the left, to the right?"

as she says this I can feel Serina sway her ass to the left, then to the right
"or perhaps you'd like me to move in your direction? I know, it's ok, you just want a closer look, and that's perfectly normal response to me. There's no need to take your eyes off my ass, my legs . . . you like those too, I know . . . just keep staring at them and come closer. You know you want to. I give you permission to let your guard down, to relax and give in to your desire. I'll make it easy for you. . . blame it on me. You can say you didn't know what came over you, that you were hypnotized by the sound of my voice, the smell of my sex, the sight of the only ass you ever wanted . . . my, oh my, you're getting hard I see. . . . "

I hear a strange sound from his throat, somewhere between a groan and a cough, as if he tried to speak but couldn't, and then on realizing he couldn't speak he gave in and let the air go out of his lungs.

Serina knows that sound too, I'm sure, after hearing it from countless submissives, and when she spoke I can hear the sweet thrill of conquest in her voice.

"good, very good, your response pleases me, more than you can imagine. . . . Close the door, lock it, come over here and stand close to me. I want you close enough to feel the warmth of my ass . . . oh, of course, silly me, you want to take your cock out, you were just waiting for me to give you permission, and I do. . . Do it now!"

I can hear the sound of a buckle being undone. Then a heavy belt dropping to the floor. I'm trying not to look down at the street but can't help myself. The three women are still there, staring up at me. Others occasionally stop, stare and then smile or shake their head in dismay or disgust and hurry on their way.

Serina whispers now in my ear . . . " I'm going to jerk him off, you must listen to the sounds he makes and tune into his level of arousal, just like I do on the phone, with you and all my subs. You'll listen and stroke yourself and then you will cum, you must cum, within three seconds of his orgasm, either way, before or after doesn't concern me, but you must make sure the two of you cum no more than three seconds apart . . . now, if you understand my instructions squeeze my hand, the hand holding your cock. I will then release your cock and your hand, which is after all MY hand, will begin to stroke your cock. Then listen to the sounds my new slave will make as I bring him to the most intense orgasm of his life, and make him mine just as I made you mine"

I can neither believe what I am hearing, nor think of anything but to obey. My hand slides down to touch Serina's and I feel a gentle squeeze of my hard cock as she releases it. Then I feel the warmth of my own hand grasping, enclosing, sliding slowly up and down. Then from behind me, a low guttural groan and exhalation . . . I can suddenly "see" in my minds eye only one thing - Serina's still warm hand sliding slowly up and down, up and down, not my cock, but his.

I'm momentarily shocked by the degree to which this turns me on. Then I let go to the experience, as Serina knew I would. I can hear with almost supernatural acuity, every slight inhalation, every subvocal moan of terrifying pleasure this stranger is feeling . . . being forced to feel . . . wanting nothing more than to feel.

Serina talks to him, just as she once talked to me. I know the words by heart. I know the script and its certain effect. She relaxes him just enough, then teases him, tells him his desires and that she knows what they are better than he does . . . "You know you want this . . . you know you've always wanted it . . . what you don't know, yet, is how intense this orgasm will be . . . this orgasm building now under my hand . . . feel it, want it . . . say my name when you cum and know the rewards of service to me . . . "

The breathing quickens behind me . . . I know he's straining not to cum too soon . . . he wants this to last, and he wants to cum, and he already knows he's lost. . .

Then I feel Serina's other hand between my legs, gently softly she strokes with and almost imperceptible touch, my balls, lightly brushing my swollen sack with her perfumed fingertips . . . I hear her say something to her new slave that both chills me to the bone and makes me hotter than I thought possible.

"When you cum, you'll cum on his ass, and you'll love it . . . you'll both love it"

I hear something like a cry of protest which is stifled by a moan of pleasure . . . he knows Serina is right . . . and so do I.

I suddenly remember my task, I re-attune my ears to his breathing and realize he's close, very close . . .

What happens next is as hard to write down as it it to remember clearly. I'm so entranced by this new experience unfolding under Serina's sensual care that I lose contact with my own arousal. I can't tell if I'm horny or afraid or confused . . . I can hardly feel my rock hard cock . . . sensations diminish, all goes quiet . . .

then . . . a splash of warmth somewhere . . . where? . . . is it me feeling this or someone else? . . . I'm shaken into wakefulness by the realization that I'm feeling his cum on my ass . . . but I can't remember what I'm supposed to do.

Then another sensation, spreading outward from the first light, warm, gentle touch of his cum . . . another sensation entirely spreading in all directions and around to my cock, up my spine and down to the bottom of my feet. I realize Serina's hand is now squeezing my balls, almost painfully. But the pain is nothing now in the maelstrom of desire and abandonment.

My orgasm lasts an age, and when it passes I'm on my knees, doubled over with eyes closed. Serina is whispering once again in my ear. I feel her breath, my breath . . . "You didn't know you could do it, did you? but Serina knows . . . and believe me, this just the beginning"

Written by S

A client under my control.. yet this fantasy was his alone.. with no real prodding from me.
You are just one phone call away from being under my control and instruction. Block times are provided for short and frequent callers who are folloing my schedules for their masturbation.

30 min. for $50 and 60 min. for $100. We use them all up one at a time, with no minimum call requirement.

Mistress Serina

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