Mistress Mimi's Femdom Stories

Continuing my femdom story if you recall my wanker is laying naked on the floor before me with a very limp dick. I turn my thoughts to how I'm going to make this little prick big and hard and I reach behind me to pick up a riding crop. Stretching the crop toward the limp dick I use the flat leather end to flip the flaccid organ up onto the base of the wanker's belly and back down until it again rests soft and pink against his hairy balls. I see it start to twitch a little as he starts to get excited at the touch of the crop.

I leaned back in the chair and spread my legs, revealing the gusset of my white cotton knickers and my silky nylon stocking tops. "How do you feel about stockings, wanker?" As I asked I drew the tip of the riding crop up the full length of my nylon covered leg and flicked it softly against a stocking top. His eyes had been glued to the journey the crop had taken and I saw in satisfaction that his dick was starting to grow now. But still there was a lot of work to be done. "Look at the crotch of my knickers, wanker" I commanded and was pleased to see his eyes immediately fasten on the juncture of my thighs and the scrap of white cotton covering my pussy.

This time I used the handle of the crop and slid it up and down the gusset, causing a kind of camel toe in my knickers as it travelled along my, by now, very wet slit. "I know how much you like my damp knickers, wanker" I began, "You like to sniff them don't you?" It was a rhetorical question. "You like to rub your face in my wet knickers and smother yourself in the scent of my arousal, don't you? Well, wanker, this is your lucky day, because Mistress Mimi is going to smother you herself and we'll see just how big and hard that dick of your's can get won't we?" And with that I straddled my legs over his head and lowered myself until I was smothering his face with my damp cotton knickers and I was well and truly queening my wanker.

Next time the queened wanker must masturbate while I watch and squirm on his eager face. Don't miss part 3 coming very soon!

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Posted by Me on 28.07.09 14:31:36 | Add your own comment, currently 0 comment(s)

Time for another femdom tale me thinks. This story features one of my fully-fledged wankers. As if often the case, one dreary afternoon, boredom had set in and this led to a little daydreaming, or should I say day-fantasising. My dirty little dreams had, of course, one side effect, that is they made me feel very horny indeed. So I reached for my phone and called in one of my wankers to see me. He wasted no time in arriving and was very promptly stood before me, all a quiver at what his wonderful Mistress Mimi was going to demand of him today.

The first order of the day was for him to strip naked, and the eager wanker quickly peeled off his clothes and left them in an untidy pile on the floor. "Pick those up and fold them neatly, place them on that chair over there!" I motioned first to his disarrayed attire and then to a wooden chair in the corner. He promptly obeyed my command and I cocked my head to the side and watched his flaccid penis bobbing and swaying between his legs as he folded his clothes and put them on the chair.

Once his mission was complete I demanded he lay on his back on the floor before me. My eyes roved from head to toe of his prone and naked body, pausing on his limp dick, that was not pleasing in the slightest. "I hope your dick isn't going to stay in that state, wanker" I turned to look at his face, and caught his gaze upon me, I cocked an eyebrow at him and he quickly lowered his eyes, chagrin flushing his face at being caught looking. I let it slide, and turning back to his cock said "we really have to do something about the state of that, don't we wanker?" to which his reply was in the affirmative, of course.

How will I get this wanker's willy big and hard? You'll have to wait for part 2!

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Posted by Me on 20.07.09 14:05:01 | Add your own comment, currently 0 comment(s)

Hello all you maggots, worms, and wankers. I hope you enjoy reading my blog. You better! I thought that I would tell you a little bit more about Mistress Mimi today, before I start telling you another of my exciting masturbation encouragement stories. Well, I am 38 years old, and I'm English. And I love more than anything else to watch and hear men cum. I love to see the expressions on their faces as their excitement mounts. I love to watch their dicks twitch as stiffen as they get turned on. I love to see their hand pumping back and forth on their swollen cocks, and I love to see their spunk spurting out of the top of the purple helmets.

It was about 10 years ago now that I discovered how much it turned me on to see men wanking. My husband was away on a business trip, and we kept in touch online with our webcams. One night he was alone in his hotel room, chatting to me, and one thing led to another and we started talking dirty to each other, telling one another what we would do when he got home. This sex chat made his dick so hard and his balls ache so much that he told me he'd have to have a wank. And because the webcams were on I asked him to do it in front of me, rather than retreating to the bathroom.

He was more than eager to oblige, and he stood before the webcam, got his hard cock out and started wanking while I watched. I cannot express how much it turned me on watching him stroke his erection. I watched in delight as he pumped his hand back and forth, my pussy aching and flooding with juices as it begged me to join in the masturbation. It didn't take him long to cum, he wasn't putting on a show, he was just letting me watch him wank. Because it wasn't planned he didn't have any tissue to spunk in and the only thing to hand was his half full glass of water. So he picked it up and came into the glass, spurting his creamy cum into the water, I could see the spunk dribbling down the sides of the transparent glass.. And a wank encouragement fetish was born!

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Posted by Me on 14.07.09 14:01:00 | Add your own comment, currently 0 comment(s)

The juices were flowing freely from my pussy as I watched my worm wanking, the gusset of my knickers was getting very damp and I'm sure the worm could smell the scent of my arousal in the air, it looked like his dick grew even more thicker and harder as his hand slowly moved back and forth upon his erect shaft. I couldn't resist any longer and I moved my hand to my crotch and softly rubbed myself through my panties, yes they were very moist indeed. I could see the effect my actions had on my worm as his hand almost stilled on his cock as he got distracted watching me touch myself. "Wank!!" I commanded, and with my free hand I started making a wanking movement, "Do it like this!", I wanted him to copy my pace, and he immediately complied as he masturbated in time to my hand actions.

I couldn't help myself, the hand at my pussy kept time to, so we were rubbing ourselves in synchronisation, both bringing ourselves closer and closer to climax as we masturbated together. "Don't you dare cum before me, worm!" I breathed, "You cannot reach satisfaction before I say so, do I make myself clear?" He nodded his assent. My hand was getting quite frantic as it rubbed at my clit through my lacy knickers, I wondered if the fabric was semi-transparent when it was wet. Worm was still keeping pace with my own and I couldn't see his dick properly his hand was moving so fast upon it. "Slow down" I ordered, I want to see you properly. "Don't keep pace with me anymore!" His hand slowed but still moved strongly and steadily on his cock.

My orgasm was almost upon me, I found it extremely difficult to talk now, so I used my eyes to great effect every time he started to get carried away and started wanking too quickly. This worm was well used to following orders at a mere look, and each time he started to wank too fast a glare was all it took to steady his pace. My legs began to tremble, the spring inside my vagina wound tighter and tighter, as I watched him jerk off, as I jerked myself off. Any second, any second the tension would blow, I couldn't escape the moan that escaped my lips as the feeling inside my pussy got so intense I almost arched off the chair under the onslaught of it. And the moan that also escaped the slave as he too enjoyed my coming undone was the one thing to drove me over the edge. My climax exploded through me as if dynamite had exploded, my chair creaked as the tremors rolled through me, my pussy felt as hot and wet as liquid metal as it pulsed and quivered, and the only thing that could penetrate my bliss at this moment was hearing the groan of a disobedient worm cumming before I'd allowed him to.

As for the punishment of the naughty worm, well that is another story, which I will tell soon.

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Posted by Me on 03.07.09 14:29:16 | Add your own comment, currently 0 comment(s)

My wanking worm was stood before me, completely naked and with only a semi-erect penis. That would not do, it would not do at all. Leaning forward in my chair, I uncrossed my long boot-clad legs and spread them apart, with the result that my tight pencil skirt slid up my thighs a little higher, and hopefully gave my worm a flash, just a hint mind, of my white lacy knickers. From the twitch I saw in his cock as more blood flowed into the organ I guessed that my movement had the desired effect. "So worm" I asked, "can you see my knickers?" his eyes flicked briefly to the juncture between my legs before resting again on the floor. "You can look at my knickers, worm" I allowed, and again his eyes raised and fixed themselves on my lace covered crotch.

"Do you like my lacy knickers, worm?" I queried while I ran one finger slowly from the top of my leather boots, right up the sensitive skin of my thigh and almost touched the lace on the edge of my panties. I ran my fingernail up and down the lacy edge and watched as his dick got harder and harder as I almost touched myself in front of him. I could tell the uncertainty was adding to his excitement. Would I or would I not touch myself in front of him? As a worm he knew it was possible that I would pleasure myself in front of him. But whether I would do it on this occasion was not something he could count on.

"Do you think your dick is big and hard enough for me, worm?" I continued, "Do you think that piece of meat standing erect and bobbing between your legs is enough to satisfy Mistress Mimi? I'd like you to take it in your hand and see if you can make it any bigger, or harder, worm!" I now commanded. At my words he wrapped his fist around his now straining cock and began to stroke it back and forth, a little to quickly for my liking! "Slower!!" I barked "I don't want you cumming to soon and ruining my satisfaction! If you cum before I say you can you will be very severely punished, am I understood, worm?" His wanking hand slowed dramatically as he nodded his understanding at me. I watched delighted as his cock swelled just a little bit more as he masturbated before me, his swollen head looking very plump and purple as it protruded from the end of his fist, and already I could see a little drop of pre-cum glistening in his winking eye..

by now the crotch of my knickers were moistening under the deluge of my own excitement, but you'll have to read part 3 for that!

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Posted by Me on 02.07.09 13:52:00 | Add your own comment, currently 0 comment(s)