Oct 082019
 

Took this pic for a friend but felt like sharing with y’all.
The crown is ceremonial, not as yet officially sanctioned. But you’re still welcome to show your allegiance to my Kinky Kingdom now by setting up a playdate this month. Demonstrations of devotion from a distance are also always appreciated. Spa gift cards are particularly welcome this time of year in case this photo leaves you feeling…inspired.

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Sep 112019
 

Life, sex, and comedy are all about timing…occasionally things purchased and shipped together from my wishlist will imply some potentially very interesting “off-label” use…

For the record, only one of these things is ever going anywhere near anyone’s butt.

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Aug 062019
 

Sometimes I forget that not everyone is on social media. I’m going to try and be better about posting what I share on Facebook and Twitter, selectively, here as well. This moment was captured a few days ago in honor of a friend frighting cancer. She started a tradition of wearing tiaras on treatment days and I and her many friends similarly accessorize in support.

The cause = not so sexy, but the scene sure as hell was, and it brought a very specific smile to her face when she got this pic.

The lucky boy in the picture had many facial expressions that day…I’m sure a smile was in there somewhere, I was a bit focused on tanning his ass.

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Jan 012019
 

Hey there Pervs.

Thanks for stopping by.

Here we go.

A brand new year.

I’d considered doing a post about how I’m gonna be posting more…but looking back over previous entries, pretty sure that statement is as kiss of death as other things you shouldn’t say around December 31st.

Like “Surely things couldn’t get any worse”.

Or “I feel like this is gonna be my year”.

As the one species that has taken life-goal cock blocking to n’er seen before heights, picking a barely-more-than arbitrary day to think that all your problems and bad habits will finally be left behind, starts to make failure look like a fetish that everyone suffers from.

Best to make those changes gradually, and for more reasons than a calendar role-over.

So I make no promises that posting will suddenly become more prolific, but it is something that I want to do more of, and is a part of a larger project goal that I’ve already started on.

And it is worth noting theres a “bit” of external motivation toward posting more updates here. And that is the continuing fallout from the horrible legislation SESTA/FOSTA. I’ve posted about it before (bit here, more on social media), and not really in the mood to dive back in with all the deets. If you somehow don’t know about it already here’s a good link.
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What I will say is that it has already had a chilling effect on providers like myself being able to stay visible on the internet, and justified suspicions are that more damage will continue to be done until the law is repealed and the actions it inspired are reversed.

Which is to say, that as much fun as I’ve had on Facebook, and was starting to have on Twitter, I have no idea how long folks like myself will still be able to post, and/or have our posts actually seen, on there, or on any corporately run entity. Between huge shifts in terms of service like we saw with Tumbler’s over-reaching and hypocritical adult content ban, and Facebook laughably threatening to time-out any naughty talkers, to more subtle and insidious things like shadow-banning on Twitter, platforms that thrived specifically due to the labor and contributions of sex workers have been all too quick to silence us…even before the law had been put into practice, let alone tested in the courts for constitutionality.

But it’ll take a bigger step by the powers that be to silence or censor this blog. And I’ll be damned if I’m gonna stop talking about all the beautiful and inspiring, pervy, sexy things that rock my world, my heart, and my loins.

So Happy New Years, Bitches! And be sure to come back a bit more often because maybe…just maybe…there’ll be something new to see here soon.

Lets just hope that it truly isn’t the last bastion…

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Dec 262018
 

I gave him the new Art and Arcana D&D book. He gave me The Butt Book, some fancy chocolates, an Edward Gory Tarot Deck, and a little while later, about 15 orgasms. Happy Holiday indeed.

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Sep 112018
 

So fucking loving this weather! Here’s to the return of my curls behaving themselves, bringing the boots out of the back of the closet, and the color black taking its rightful place dominating all of my wardrobe.
#happygoth #Ilovefall #feelingwitchy

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Aug 012018
 

Hey Pervs.

Welcome to my new home and hosting. So don’t be alarmed if you notice the website name change from pleasemistresskatherine.com to here at mistresskatherine.ch. It was a change mostly motivated by outside forces but glad to have found us a guaranteed sex worker friendly home for the future.

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Apr 012018
 

Hey Perverts.

Thanks for stopping by.

Just a heads up in case you notice some changes. Because of the dramatic, and seriously fucked up, changes to a US law that had protected all sorts of wonderful sexy things from being censored off the internet by puritanical asshats, I’ll be moving my website to a new home very shortly.

But just so you know, in case this site goes dark for a bit as well as for when it comes back with a new web address, I’M STILL HERE! Still entertaining enquires from prospective playmates. Still helping folks like you explore those beautiful, but often hidden, parts of yourself. Still fighting the good fight for all our sexual freedoms, speech based and otherwise.

Basically still kicking ass.

Like ya do.

Also working on a few new fun things that are still in the beta testing phase, but I’d rather not tease you too much with them, not when theres so many naughty ways I can tease you right now.

I would like to clarify one small thing, since some little boys have been having reading comprehension issues.

After much demand, I’d recently added Distance Domination, thru video conferencing and by phone, to my offerings in addition to my Coaching services, which I’ve been offering for a number of years. Now, most men get the difference between a conversation you have with your dick in your hand…and the type where you don’t. But since a few people are still struggling with this here’s a bit more clarification.

Kinky Coaching, or Just Talk sessions, while often about sexuality and a perfectly fine place to talk about your sexual interests, are in and of themselves not meant to be sexy time. They are sometimes flirty, because I’m a flirty person, but again…just talking…nobodies doing anything sexual to anyone or themselves. Just two people talking, not unlike any other type of life coaching.

If you would like to have a conversation, that could still involve you asking questions about your sexuality, like the commonality of your kinks or what women like in a partner, but said session IS meant to strongly affect your bikini region. AND you’ll be able, if not directed, to do something about it. So if you want to be naked, masturbate, and/or engage in any type of D/S role-play as the majority, or even a part of our chat, then you should schedule a Distance Domination session.

But if you try and fight me on where I’ve chosen to place the dividing line…then you’ll get neither option, so don’t be THAT guy and miss a great opportunity.

Things are already getting restrictive on what you’re able to find on the internet from my, and similar, industries. How you interact with us will be more important than ever…because we certainly aren’t feeling forgiving right now, not when there’s still so many lovely people who are fun, and respectful, to play with.

To be continued…

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Jan 022018
 

And so it begins…a brand new year already chock full of cautious optimism and ambitious expectations. I don’t know about you, but I’ve got some serious plans for the next 12 months. And right here is one of them…more blogging!!! Well, more writing in general actually. I’ve been nudged nicely, but sometimes impatiently, to sit myself down, and put my supposed talent at spinning an entertaining tale to the task of publishing some porn. But writing here is always good practice, and goodness knows, I’ve got enough things to say for multiple publications…

First up, Hi! How was your New Years celebration?

Mine was lovely. Hopefully the old adage of what you’re doing on NYE is what you’ll be doing all year. Because that means more socializing with sexy, smart perverts, more orgasms, and more naughty adventures in general. The last year has involved far too many boring ass mundane stresses, enough to dim the shine of the most determined dominant. But I’m fucking done with that noise. Time to branch out and make sure my kinky self, as well as my non-kinky needs, have many sources of nourishment and support. No small task for an unapologetic introvert in a still frightfully fraught world. But if ever there was a time to be reminded what the fight against the evil forces that would silence all that I hold dear is, this might just be it.

So Sunday…yeah…that was nice. Roughly a hundred proud perverts gathered in a perfectly appointed environment to celebrate and get our sexy on. Being a play party as well as a fundraiser for Sex Work Outreach Program’s (SWOP) Seattle chapter and the National Coalition of Sexual Freedom (NCSF) all but guaranteed attendance by a bevy of beauties. Granted it was a NYE party so folks were more inclined than usual to dress to impress, though the particular nature of the gathering meant that latex and leather was well represented. The holiday and the nature of the party also lent a certain chatty openness that isn’t always present at PNW parties even when you know plenty of participants, we’re such a tribal town. But the vibe, and surroundings, definitely contributed to an inclination to not save all my sex plans for when we got back home.

As some of you may know, I’m not super into public play. I’m happy to indulge if my partner enjoys it. But I usually find playing in the less controlled environment of a party to be prohibitive to the amount of focus both my play style, and my lady parts, prefer when I want to really get my freak on.

But when two very dear friends voiced their intent to do a small scene in one of the slightly less high traffic bedrooms I should have known I wouldn’t be content to just watch.

To back up a bit, I had hoped to have a little “pre-funk” at my place before heading to the event, affectionately refereed to as the Fuck First policy. I find it much easier to be gregarious at gatherings when I’ve already had an orgasm or two. But that plan was mostly foiled by my high femme need to look fabulous first. A few hours surrounded by a cacophony of inspiring sights and sounds had added extra impetus to the needs I’d left unaddressed while getting dressed. So while my main man and I watched our pals play, a little flirty kissing and cock teasing rapidly ramped into a bit more and I had to have him get the one toy we’d brought from my bag.

If you’ve never been to a play party before you might not understand the wonder of getting to have sex…while watching others get their sexy on. No watching a porno at home is nothing like this. Sharing the same space, feeling the energy from the scene in front of you, is not something that an electronic device has the capability of conferring. And while the play happening in front of us, as gorgeous as it was, didn’t hold all of my attention…the small, and large, auditory punctuations made our pairing seem shared.

My man returned with the requested item, a single, long, slim piece of red rope. While sitting on the edge of the bed, I had him drop trow enough that I could easily access his cock and balls. Being much more inclined to public play than myself, no additional fluffing was necessary to make up for the small break in stimulation caused by his brief errand. He was his usual long, thick, hard self when I wrapped one eager hand around his cock. My other hand gathered up his sack, pulled high and tight from his erection, enjoying the delicate feeling of freshly shaved flesh. Making a loop half way up the rope I lasso his junk at the base and then wrap it twice before crossing the rope above his dick and lopping down in front of his balls which I then wrap with the remaining rope, stretching them tautly till they are gathering firm and red like a bright plum waiting for a bite. So perfectly venerable au naturel, but I’m greedy, and love how the slightest graze of my nails along the skin of those sweat plums makes him moan and whimper. But why just graze…when you can slap…and squeeze…and pinch.

By this point another scene had started in the alcove adjacent to our bedroom, and the cute couple who had crawled into a cage at the foot of the bed were sounding similar inspired. I guess sometimes a less controlled environment is just what a girl needs because I suddenly knew that I was not going to be satisfied with a little one-sided CBT. I moved aside and patted the bed by way of instructions. He jumped up and lay out beside me, his cock throbbing hard and straining against the rope, was too much of an invitation to be denied. I quickly straddled him, hearing the familiar whimper as my cunt pressed his cock painfully between our bodies. Again, not so inclined to flash myself to the room I tried to satisfy myself with my panties on, but needed the feel of his taunt skin against mine. I rolled over and slipped them off and then rolled back into place on top of him and placed the discard garment onto his face so that the sweetly scented crotch was over his nose and mouth. I start by hovering a little distant of him and pull his cock up against me, letting him enjoy the feel of my skin too, a brief sensual reprieve. When I feel him relax and try and grind against me, I shift my grip on him from strong fingers to sharp finger tips, edging each dagger like fingernail into the gland of his cock. I hold him like this, with pinpoints of pain against my clit, nestle the length of him up my labia, and slowly lower myself down to press his bound balls under my weight. I grind myself against him like this getting off on the sound and knowledge of his suffering just as much as the feel of him against me.

The scene in the alcove has drawn a crowd, while our scene is mostly hidden by the drapes around the bed, but the generalized party noises were proving distracting. There was a place I need to get to, a place that I probably would have been okay waiting to reach if I hadn’t taken off my panties, if I hadn’t ground him against my clit, but at that point I was far too worked up to stop…unfulfilled.

Luckily, while the last couple of years has offered up plenty of things I did not want, when it comes to sex, a few new interesting developments have presented themselves with growing frequency and determination. One of those things is that I have become able to have orgasms just from consensual sadism. While this super power has manifested from time to time in the more distant past, like most superhero origins stories, I’m now learning how to use my new powers (for good, of course) more intentionally.

So use them I did.

Granted with this particular playmate, due to his place in our poly dynamic, it gets to be skin on skin sadism which is even better. So grinding with increasing vigorousness, I masturbated myself with his painfully bound dick and balls, which made him cry out with increasing frequency and volume. When I felt the pressure inside me building to that precious pivotal point, I pulled my panties from his face and locked my lips onto his so that when I drew that final exclamation from his throat thru the pressure of my cunt and the pinpoints of my claws, he screamed his agony into my mouth. Which was the last little bit I needed, despite all the distractions, to achieve my last orgasm of 2017.

My poor, much abused, man had to wait for his happy till we got back home, but rest assured, he did get his first nut of the New Year before the night was over AND we both got a great start to our New Year’s resolutions the very next morning after brunch with some slippery, steamy shower sex…but that’s a story for anther time…

For now…to all my friends, new, old, and not yet met, I wish you an equally well intentioned New Year.

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Dec 272017
 

Hey there Pervs.

So you may have noticed if you’re visiting after an absence, I’ve made some changes to my website this holiday season.

Festive first! I’m now, after too much demand to be denied, offering Distance Domination for all you naughty boys and girls that can’t make it to Seattle to see me. This is sure to please many who’ve had a visit with me on their bucket list for awhile. And though I can’t promise that a phone, or Skype, chat is going to be as fun as being in my gloriously wicked presence, feeling my greedy hands all over your bod…its still sure to be a damn good time and far from a sad compromise for those unable to make it into my literal, and figurative, clutches.

Hopefully this will also be a nice option for folks I’ve seen before, who have cursed their inability to get back to see me again due to busy schedules and/or uncooperative business trip itineraries. You should plan a call so we can get all…caught up.

Right now I’m just offering full hour phone/Skype sessions for $150, but am considering signing up for Niteflirt to expose my awesomeness to even more little bitches and offer shorter talk time options. I’ll post links here when I’m all set up on said site. In the interim, you can email me like you are inquiring regarding any other type of session, with a date/time in mind, and I’ll reply with further instructions.

I’m also now, very selectively, offering outcall which will likely mostly please other introverted home bodies like myself. This is acknowledging that yes, Seattle traffic SUCKS, and I’m usually in a more fit state for enduring it than my playmates after I’ve finished with them. Expect to see a “travel fee” depending on the distance and/or time of day I’ll be traveling. But I know I’m certainly happy to pay a little more if it means not having to put on pants to procure something I want.

Neutral news, but still news, I’ve consolidated to one new email account over at Proton Mail. So if you have me saved to your address book please make note. Also, don’t be alarmed if you get an email, or email reply, from this new address. It’s still me…just me being a bit more paranoid. If you are unfamiliar with this email provider, I strongly recommend checking them out. Free accounts, unless your inboxes and emails get bulky, but the big selling point is that they’re encrypted and based in Switzerland. As you might have noticed, some changes have been happening on the national scale that should have most everyone feeling a little more cautious about how they interact on-line. Probably a place we all should have been from the get go…but its never to late to get serious about cyber security. I also recommend the free Signal app for encrypted texts and calls. You likely know a number of people already using it and you’ll find out once you sign up. All these precautions work best if both ends of a communication are encrypted. I’ve done my part, now its up to you.

One other change to how I communicate with my admirers, I’m going to be blogging more (no really!) and am even hatching some plans for podcasts and or a radio show. Blogging, well thats starting right now. What? This post may be mostly housecleaning, but it still counts…here…

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See, hot chick saying penis. That makes this post porny.

And I’m not wearing any underwear

Anyhoo, so more blogging will commence immediately while hearing my dulcet tones talking all manner of smack about sex ‘n stuff, for free and everything, ensues soonish.

Which will hopefully make up for the fact that I’ve locked down most of my Facebook account to “Friends Only” while also starting a purge of less known people from said list. And since Twitter seems like mostly a place for howler monkeys to throw poop at people (not my kink…but not judging others) I won’t be posting much there either. But feel free to book mark this page, or the version NOT on a Pro Domme’s website if, again, you’re concerned about who might be seeing your web browsing history. My blog is where the sexiest stuff will end up anyway. Sorry if you’ll be sad to miss out on my sultry sandwich photos and derpy animal memes. Actually, on second thought, I’ll probably still post those publicly.

Last bit of news is something that I’d managed to mostly avoid for the last 14 years, but as the title of the post declares, Times They Are A Changin’. Moving forward I’ll be requiring references and/or identity verification from all new potential, in-person, domination clients. I’ve managed to do without this step for as long as I have mostly because I have pretty good intuition about people and had put up just enough hurdles masked as instructions that I felt safe without additional info from prospective playmates. But the industry, and those who engage with it, have been changing for awhile. It is no longer any great ask for a provider to insist on knowing who you actually are before meeting, just as verifying people’s identity discreetly has become even simpler.

I shall be disappointed if this new protocol discourages nervous newbies from contacting me, I do so love breaking in virgins. But I feel I’ve been more than generous in the options for verification I’ve provided. And honestly, if you’re more nervous about me knowing your legal name than knowing what I’m capable of doing to your testicles…maybe your anxiety needs some realistic adjusting.

But this also means that I can communicate a bit more openly with folks in advance of their appointment about their specific interests, so its far from all bad news. Though discretion will still be the better part of valor when it comes to the length and graphicness of said communications. Especially since I now offer a few options for those who really want to get down and dirty communicating what they like, there’s really no excuse for multi page missives of elaborate scenes and role play scenarios. Wankers looking to waste my time, be well warned…

But for the rest of you, thanks of stopping by! I hope Santa stuffed your stocking just like you like and that the New Year brings you many things both naughty and nice. And if Santa was slacking and/or you want to hedge your bets for 2018…I’m still here…

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