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Here’s a story I shared in part on my new Cock Radio show, The Closet Case where I discuss forced (and not so forced) bisexual humiliation fantasies. Don’t be frightened though if forced bi isn’t your thing, there’s lots of things you keep in the closet, be it your chronic masturbation, your desire for cuckolding, your longing for a femdom Mistress to take complete control of your cock, anything really that you hide from others…. or even yourself. Join me every Thursday night from 8 - 9 PM EST live on Cock Radio and in the Community Kink chatroom where I interact with my listeners. If you have an erotic confession or obsession you wish to share, feel free to email me or message me on Yahoo. I’m always happy to listen and explore your deepest, darkest fantasies… now on to Mark’s grand gloryhole adventure… Enjoy!

Cocksucker Mark’s First Time Gloryhole Adventure

Mistress Lauren insisted it was an essential part of my cocksucker training. After all, how was I going to make money as a sissy whore if I didn’t practice on the real thing. Mistress gave me my instructions for the attire I would be wearing for my visit. This included the Victoria secrets pink silk panties and bra, a pink butt plug, sweat pants and the tight pink ladies Playboy t-shirt she made me buy. If Mistress Lauren has taught me anything, it is the importance of coordinating my outfits.

Although I had visited an Adult Bookstore before, I had never ventured to the video booths at the back. I arrived at the Bookstore and found it busier than I thought it would be at this time of day and I got a few glances as I made my way to the counter. The guy smirked as soon as he saw me, I guess he knew what I was here for before I even opened my mouth. Nervously, I asked him how much to use one of the booths? He told me $5 for each 15 minute token and I bought 2hrs worth. As I walked away from the counter I felt so humiliated as he shouted to me “Make sure you use the paper towels to clean up after, fag boy!”

I made my way down the corridor the smell instantly hit you and the floor stuck to my shoes. I found an empty booth and grabbed some paper towels from the dispenser. After I had drawn the curtain, the whole room became dark with the only light coming from above the coin slot on the wall. I took a couple of tokens from out of my pocket and put it into the machine to start the video. The room was instantly lit up when the TV screen came on and I could better make out my surroundings. The images on the screen aroused me, gay porn with two men together fucking and sucking like mad, like I hoped to do soon albiet with more than one partner as Mistress Lauren had instructed to my delight. She knew my most secret desire to be a gangbang bitch, filled up and covered with loads and loads of delicious spunk.

To each side of me was a hole to the next booth crudely cut out with tape. Surrounding each hole were names, phone numbers, and days and times they would be there. I took of my sweat pants and t-shirt as per Mistress Lauren’s instructions and knelt down of the filthy floor. My instructions were very specific, I was not to leave until I had sucked 3 cocks and I was to swallow every drop of cum. I was also told to bring my camera phone with me so I could capture the evidence. As I knew only the booth to my right was occupied, I slipped my fingers through the hole to attract my neighbors attention. A couple of moments later something brushed my hand and a tiny 4” cock (about the same size as my own) pocked through the hole. I was disappointed. I was hoping my first real cock would be fat and long, something I could really go to work on. Instead, I got a mirror image of my own tiny dick. I thought of all the small cock humiliation Mistress Lauren had doled out on me and understood perfectly her disdain for mini-members.

I went to work on the tiny dick, and after practicing on all those different size dildos, had little problem deep throating it. I grabbed my camera phone and took a few shots just before he came in my mouth. I had been licking up and swallowing my own cum for a while but I still wasn’t ready for the force in which he came or how warm it would be. I kept the load in mouth to take a few pictures before swallowing and licking up any excess that had dribbled onto my chin. I’d never felt so humiliated and horny knowing my purpose in life was to become a sissy fag cocksucking slut, not only because I was ordered, but because I needed it so very much. The shame at this acknowledgement aroused me even more and I found myself masturbating furiously.

After I finished licking his cock clean I heard him zip up and leave. I was then left on my own for a good 15 minutes watching the porno and playing with my sissy slut clit. Just I was starting to get into a rhythm, I heard a cough from the booth on my left and then a big thick white cock poke through the hole. I instantly dropped to my knees and took it into mouth. I found this cock a lot harder to deep throat than the last but made sure I captured my red eyes with my phone as I know my Mistress would enjoy watching me gag. Nothing had ever given me more pleasure than the thought of my Mistress enjoying the evidence of my cock gobbling humiliation.

I really got to work on this one. Trying to take every inch down my throat and using all the techniques Mistress had taught me. Before long I felt his cock start to quiver and then a gush of cum shoot into my mouth. Although I was more prepared than last time, I found it very hard to swallow it all and some escaped from my mouth. After a couple of moments I regained my composure and began to savor his cum. I took a photo and swallowed. The feeling of hot goo slip sliding down my whore throat made me feel complete for the first time ever. I knew while this was the first time, it surely would not be the last.

As I looked down I noticed I had let some fall on the floor. As Mistress’ instructions were specific, I had no other option. I knelt right down with my face against the floor and sucked the cum up of the floor like the good cumdumpster I am. Kneeling on the nasty floor, sucking spunk not only from this session but I’m sure a thousand others, it hit me just how low I’d sank… and it felt so good. I licked furiously trying my best to capture all the filth I could knowing it would please my beautiful Mistress immensely. I didn’t have to wait long before a nice big black cock was pushed through the hole on my right. As before I went straight to work. I made sure that I took lots of photos as I knew Mistress shared my love of big, black cock.

I must have been getting better as it taken long before I felt him twitch and shoot I nice load straight down my throat. I heard the beautiful black man leave and after I had sent all the photos to Mistress Lauren, I started to get dressed. By the time I was ready to leave, Mistress Lauren had replied. She had seen my pictures and in her eyes she definitly didn’t consider my first attempt a real cock as it was barely bigger than my own sissy clit. I was told that I wasn’t finished, she required another to replace the pathetic excuse for a cock I’d sucked.

I peeked from behind the curtain and found all the booths empty. I walked down the corridor back to the Bookstore and found it was also deserted apart from the fat gut behind the counter. I began to panic. “Too bad fag boy, store’s closing”. I began to leave when he shouted at me “Where do you think you’re going fag boy? Didn’t anyone tell you that every new glory hole cocksucker has to go through the initiation?”. My stomach started to do knots. “What do I have to do?” I asked. With that he unzipped, pulled out his cock and said “The same thing you’ve been doing all night”.

I walked over and drop to my knees. His cock was average sized, smelly and red from obviously too much masturbation. I tried to ignore the smell as I took him in my mouth and sucked him. When he was hard I took him out of my mouth and asked him if he would take some photos of me sucking him. He smiled and said “Sure thing fag boy”. I handed him my camera phone and went back to work on his cock. He must have cum not so long ago or had really good control, as having tried every trick that Mistress had taught me after half an hour he still hadn’t cum.

My jaw was starting to ache and the only thing I could think of was something I always enjoyed doing to myself. I continued to work up and down on his cock and began to move my hand to his arse. I found his hole and started to caress in a circle around his entrance. From his groans it sounded like he was enjoying it so I slipped my finger in and worked my may to his prostate. In very little time I felt him begin to tense up when suddenly he pushed me of him and began to jerk his cock. After a few seconds, jets of cum began to shoot from his cock and cover my face and hair. After licking him clean, I stood up, picked up my camera phone and started to leave. As I was leaving he shouted out “Come back anytime fag boy”.

Sitting in my car I caught a look at myself in the rear view mirror and smiled at what a sissy whore I’d become… and how I had the lovely Mistress Lauren to thank for my descent into the world of cocksucking I’d so desperately desired to be for so long. I’ll always be grateful to Mistress Lauren for helping me to realize my potential as the faggot slut I am.

Empress Lauren
1-800-356-6169
empress.lauren@yahoo.com

The first few days of the new year have flown by. Not that I’m complaining, really, lol. I’ve done such a huge variety of femdom phone sex calls, I’m hard pressed to pick my favorites. I know all you wanker boys enjoy hearing about the wicked things my imagination conjures and how excited my boys get when they know they aren’t the only onces suffering for my amusement.

Forced bi phone sex, one of my favorites, has been quite popular with loads of sissy sluts yearning to learn their true place on their knees servicing superior males. One of those sluts, Melissa, has begged me numerous times to mention her here. Melissa loves to be dressed like a nasty little whore and taken out to gloryholes for some deliciously forced bi cocksucking. Not that Melissa needs force, the moment she sees a thick, bulging prick, she turns into a cockgobbling bitch, with her skirt flipped high and her asspussy filled to the brim. I do so enjoy our calls as she’s so eager to please both her masters and mistresses.

On to cuckolding, I’ve heard from so many inadequate men who understand their hotwife’s desire for big, black cock. Some of them even seek out the black masters to make their wives happy and are quite cheerful about cleaning up those sloppy seconds. I just love hearing how the inadequate cuckold husband sucked up that creamepie, then sucked her huge lover hard again for round two… or three. Cuckold husbands that know their place in the world are the most delightful callers of all.

Indulging my love for hardcore female domination is always a wonderful thing as well. As you know, I love cock and ball torture, objectification, degradation and the like. Total power exchange phone sex makes me wet, knowing the slave in question desires his subjugation just as much as I do. I love control… and you love giving it up… Aren’t we a match made in heaven? Or quite possibly hell, depending on our mutual desires of course.

Empress Lauren
1-800-356-6169
empress.lauren@yahoo.com

First off, thanks to all of you who joined me last the night for the debut of my Cock Radio show The Closet Case. I really enjoyed it, despite my initial nervousness. You boys made me feel comfortable and inflated my ego sufficiently that next week I’m sure I’ll be much more confident whilst discussing the merits of forced bi phone sex. If you have suggestions, confessions or anything else you would like me to share live next week, feel free to email me. And I’m always happy to give a shout out to my “good boys”, lol. Your femdom Mistress adores you… almost as much as you love and worship Me!

I’ve had a super busy week. I suppose a lot of you were off work for good behavior… or maybe it was just the holidays. It’s always fun to take a break from your work-a-day world and visit my erotic den of iniquity. It seems I’m acquiring a harem of loyal bitch boys as many of you have been calling quite often. Keep it up, lol! The bulk of my callers have been sissy fag cocksuckers, small cock humiliation lovers and strapon slut boys. I’m hard pressed to say what I enjoy the most… it’s always so much fun to dominate submissive boys. Adding to the fun, I’ve also been indulging in my love for hardcore female domination, objectification and inflicting a huge amount of pain to oh, so willing slave boys.

One of those slave boys is Rover. I gave him a generic dog name because he is a fairly generic slave… and he’s also eating generic dog food in place of regular meals. Of course I’ve been allowing him to add condiments, all of them… so he’s got this disgusting mish-mash to slurp down from his bowl on the floor… all while kneeling on kernels of uncooked rice. Why? To bring him the pain he deserves and to remind him of his lowly place in the world. He’s given every iota of his free time to me, so I’ve made him offer his local strippers free laundry service. His job is to prewash all items with his tongue before they go into the washing machine.  As he’s denied orgasm, he begged me to allow him a chastity device to keep him in check, lol. No control, I’m sure. I’ve done lots of other things to make his like very uncomfortable as well… perhaps I’ll share more later.

Empress Lauren
1-800-356-6169
empress.lauren@yahoo.com

Hello stroker boys! As many of you know, I’m a very adventurous fem dom mistress who enjoys any and all tools I can add to my arsenal of pleasure/pain. I’ve long been an advocate of bdsm implements on the cheap, meaning of course things you can find inside your house… or even your own backyard. One of those tools is the nasty little plant called the stinging nettle. Before we begin on the history and usage, I’ll give the usual safety warnings. It’s always a good idea to do a spot test on your wrist before you take it, uhm… downstairs, lol. Make sure you aren’t allergic… and that you have the actual plant, urtica diocia. There are several different types found in all parts of the world including Europe, North America and Asia. Good to go? Then let’s begin exploring what could be a very unique bdsm phone sex experience.

Ancient literature from Roman times mentions this plant in bdsm usage with mentions of unruly soldiers being punished “below the navel” with stinging nettles. The English used it to encourage prized bulls to mate… and of course, those deliciously inventive Victorians used it for the same purpose we’ll be using it… to torture the cock and balls of submissives both in punishment and play. Urtication, along with “birching” and ginger figging, were common forms of torment during the Victorian era. For those who think our ancestors were sticks in the mud, just think of the kinky legacy they’ve left us!

You can identify this plant easily by it’s toothy, serrated edges of it’s leaves. They grow in groupings of two, back to back against their stem. The backs of the leaves themselves are covered with fine, sticky white hairs which make up the stinging part. The best time to gather stinging nettles is in the spring, so you have plenty of time to research and hunt some down. You should use rubber gloves when gathering your treasures as to avoid irritation to areas that aren’t quite as fun as your genitals. No use wasting your fun sexual humiliation tool with stinging hands!

Those tiny white hairs on the backs of the leaves act as tiny needles that when pressed and rolled against sensitive flesh will cause irritation. You should carefully apply it with gloved hands. I’ve used these delightfully torturous leaves in the underwear of submissives so they can feel the burn for extended periods. I’ve also used them before a nice, hard spanking or caning. Used in conjunction with a ginger fig before a caning can be a quite interesting bdsm experience for advanced submissive males.

In the next few days I’ll be posting an audio story featuring stinging nettles as part of a cock and ball torture scene including some deliciously nasty punishments and pleasures. Stay tuned for a link… and while you wait, entertain yourself with my blog and audios… well, if you haven’t already. As always, I’m eager to consult you on your bdsm regieme. I’m sure you’re as excited to explore new and exciting ways to humiliate yourself for my pleasure… and yours, of course.

Empress Lauren
1-800-356-6169
empress.lauren@yahoo.com

Kneeling at my stilettos naked as the day he was born, I’m sure the dirty little slut felt oh, so vulnerable. Of course I was fully clothed in my silky black dress with an empire waist and tiny little straps. CFNM scenes always pleased me greatly, sensing his fear, his apprehension, his unavoidable excitement at the harsh treatment he desires in spite of himself. He’d submitted so many times before, little things, foot worship, body worship, even ass and pussy worship. He’d cleaned me when my lovers had left their cream inside me and gobbled it down as if it were ambrosia. But never, ever, had he experienced penetration from my strapon cock, much less a real one. He knew it was coming, I’d been teasing him, warning him… but I don’t think he’d believed I’d really do it.

“Please, don’t…” he whispered as he watched me rise to move to the toy box. I’d given him no warning that tonight was the night. But instinctively he knew tonight would be different and I’d make good on all those whispered promises that both aroused and frightened him. His eyes widened as I removed the thick, black strapon girl cock and lifted my skirt to harness it over the object of his true desire, my pussy.

I’d told him over and over there was no chance he’d ever be inside me, but he’d seemed so confident he could change my mind. With every meeting, his confidence waned. He’d begged, pleaded, cried and whimpered for just a lick, just a taste and my answer was always the same… “No pussy for you… orgasmic denial is your destiny from here on out, perpetual tease and denial.” Now there was no denying the truth of my words, that I’d be the one fucking him. He licked his lips apprehensively as I walked toward him slowly, swaying my hips before grasping his hair and pulling his pleading mouth to the head of my black strapon cock.

At first, his blow job was reluctant, but I could feel the second he accepted, relented and began to give in to his true desires to be my bitch boy. I pulled out the plastic prick and smacked his cheeks, back and forth, dick whipping him and leaving his saliva coating his face. Then I skull fucked him, forcing him to choke on that delicious cock. “This isn’t all I want from you, little one…” I smirked down at him and watched his cheeks redden with embarrassment. “On your back, legs high… over my shoulders in fact… it’s time to pop your cherry.”

“Please, no, Mistress, I’ll be good, I promise…” he whimpered pitifully. I only laughed. “Of course you will!” I told him. “You’ll open wide for me and get exactly what you deserve, that nice hard fuck you’ve always wanted but could never admit to.” He moaned as I slid slick fingers in his ass pussy to ready him for my thrusts. “Open wider, I promise it’ll feel good… in a minute anyway.”

He groaned as I slid it against his rosebud, then steadily pushed it in, deep and slow. I didn’t relent even when he clenched his cheeks. His slick ass was too open, too ready to defend against the onslaught of my conquering cock. When I slid the entire thing inside him, he moaned with pleasure/pain and relaxed just a little as I sped up the thrusting. His moans and groans of pain became panting pleasure as “no” became “yes, Mistress… harder”. So I thrust even harder and harder until I felt him spurting spontaneously all over my belly as I rode his asshole.

I stood up then, with that cock standing straight and hard… and spunk covering my belly and tits. “You’ve made a mess, boy, lick it up!” He shook his head… “Please, Mistress, no, don’t make me your cum dumpster…” I laughed in delight… “Oh, but you already are… and after tonight, since I found out how well you can take it? Well, the next time, it will be real cock you’ll be servicing…” Reluctantly, the cumsucker licked his own spunk from my body and I reveled in his look of disgust as I forced him to eat his own cum… but most of the shame came from knowing he was enjoying the taste of it, the power I had to make him… and knowing that soon, he’d be sucking someone who’d leave loads straight into his mouth. My bitchboy cocksucker was become a well trained whore indeed.

Empress Lauren
1-800-356-6169
empress.lauren@yahoo.com

I’ve been focusing a lot on expensive, kinky toys, but I realize that many of you are on a cock and ball torture budget… hell you have to be to afford my very personal phone domination services, lol. So I’m going to give you some secret frugal tips so we might enjoy very special, sadistic sessions. It’s amazing the things you can get at Wal-Mart or your local hardware. I’m sure you know some tricks like paint stirrers for paddles, both the thin, springy kind and the thicker, more harsh version you can pick up at Lowe’s… but of course they bare repeating. As do binder clamps from the office supply and clothespins from the laundry session. Also there’s loads of fun to be had with soy based candles, wooden spoons and even the strings from your shoes.

But the kitchen section, a place most men avoid, has a treasure trove of cock and ball torture implements to satisfy even the most discerning phone sex masochists. I believe I’ve mentioned meat tenderizers before, the spiky mallet head is perfect for ballbusting fun. And ginger root causes a very submissive, pleasure/pain sensation when used on your genitals or anally. Cream of Tartar also causes a very nice itch, but don’t use too much. Lemon squeezers are fun, I’m sure you know where I’d apply them, lol… along with nutcrackers. Bamboo skewers, chopsticks, chip clips for bags… all these things can be used my an inventive dominatrix like myself to force such beautiful suffering.

Abrasion play is also a passion of mine. I’ve taken strips of sandpaper, fine grit of course, and placed it in bras I’ve made sissy sluts wear. They tell me it rubs their nipples raw gradually over the course of the day inciting feelings of submissive male stroker lust and devotion each time the paper shifts over their hardened buds. Sandpaper rubbed gently on the balls also elicits a delicious response.

More to come of course… I’m sure that’s enough excitement for you little painsluts today… But if not, you can always call me. I do so enjoy hearing and watching your charming physical and mental reactions to the pain I entice you to inflict on my behalf.

Empress Lauren
1-800-356-6169
empress.lauren@yahoo.com

I don’t claim to be a female supremacist, but I’m beginning to think it might be an apt self identification for a fem dom mistress like myself. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate men. In fact, there are a few I consider worthy males, some alpha and even a few beta providers… alas, those special men are few and far between. But male chauvinist pigs… still too many of those around with an inflated sense of their own superiority. Perhaps that’s why I enjoy putting deserving males in their place. I’ve noticed the bigger they are, the harder they fall. And no one falls harder than one of those self serving pigs masquerading as men.

In the spirit of punishing male piggies, I’ve found some fun toys to enhance our fun time. Your primary goal, as always, should be entertaining and amusing the Mistress in your life. If that means you must humiliate yourself, then so be it… but we both know sexual humiliation is what gets your little pig dick hard. So don’t pretend, just sit back, relax and enjoy the possibility of becoming my play pig.

To transform yourself into my phone sex pig slut, you’ll need a mask and of course a tail. I don’t want you to even resemble a man at all, you are a pig, only a pig, you will not speak, you’ll only oink or snort. I’d hate to have to punish my little piggy even further. You’ll crawl on the ground and root around as befits your status as swine. If you try to speak, I’ll gag you with an apple and you can imagine me smiling while I roast you on my spit, the guest of honor at my barbeque, lol. And the cfnm element also appeals to my inner bitch.

Now of course I’m not a cannibal and this is just a humorous, humiliating rant… but why are you drooling at the thought? Why are you so excited by being objectified by me, owned by me, used by me? There’s a fine line between fantasy and reality and we can explore it together. Be my play piggy, pay piggy, whatever. But if you’re going to be a male chauvinist piggy expect your balls to be busted. It’s nothing less than you deserve.

Empress Lauren
1-800-356-6169
1.99/minute with a 10 minute minimum
empress.lauren@yahoo.com

With Christmas just around the corner, all I’ve heard for the last bit has been, “What do you want for Christmas?”. While I can’t offend friends and family with my kinky wishlist, I can entertain my submissive males with a list of toys that make my panties wet. This isn’t my wishlist for me, mind you, it’s a wishlist of things I’d love to see you boys buy so our playtime together is a bit edgier, spicier and of course fun! So here goes… enjoy…

For CBT Enthusiasts

This is an evil little device known as Kali’s Teeth… and this one is only the beginner’s version! I have one delightful subbie who’s an inventor who’s developed his own version out of plastic. This little toy will spike your clitty when it gets the least bit hard. It’s such a delicious torment to watch a submissive male fight his nature and stay soft and pliant to avoid the pain. Of course, painsluts love Kali’s Teeth for other reasons entirely, lol. So if you’re looking for a chastity device that provides not only abstinence but pain, this is the way to go!

For Orgasmic Control

For the boy with cock control issues… this little Sperm Stopper will keep you from going volcanic no matter how much you’d like to. While using this little device on some of my personal slaves, I get begging, pleading, bargaining and on my part…. much, much laughter.  Once this little fucker’s in place, there’s no cummies for you. This is the perfect playtime toy for the tease and denial junkie… no way, no how is it coming through the plug. No cummies for the wicked… that’s you, lol.

I’ll be adding more to my kinky wishlist for submissives in the weeks leading up to the holidays, so stay tuned for more kinky fun… and if you want to purchase something for me, your favorite humiliatrix… Check out my Amazon wishlist or just buy me an E-Gift card from Agent Provocoteur or Lucky Brand, my two favorite stores. The links for each are in my sidebar as well as my email address. Or if you’re just feeling submissive or if you’re into financial domination, well, spend, spend, spend…

I hope you had a wonderful holiday and weekend… I know I have….

Empress Lauren
1-800-356-6169
empress.lauren@yahoo.com

Most people equate BDSM sex with kinky sexual practices they aren’t really sure about… they just KNOW that no decent person would do it… well, except their neighbors, their kid’s school teacher, that nice lady who sells cookies at church bake sales, etc. The fact is, most vanilla flavored people have no idea about BDSM at all. They think whips and chains, some guy on Jerry Springer being lead around like a dog by a dominatrix wannabe, scarred and bleeding backs from the kiss of a whip and a million and one other incorrect cliches. Truth is, with the turn of the century, many, young and old have thrown off the shackles of stereotypical bdsm play and made up their own rules.

The B part stands for bondage, obviously. Though not every practitioner likes to be tied up, there’s a certain eroticism about it. The feeling of being helpless, exposed, immobile… well it gives some the feeling their body is not their own, but belongs instead to their Master or Mistress. While vanilla people might scoff at the idea a submissive would find empowerment in bondage, I say don’t knock it until you try it. Not every bdsm game ends in pain. Bondage is the perfect tease and denial tool, driving the willing victim crazy with longing. Trust plays a big part in this type of scene as you don’t exactly let strangers bind you. Not only that, but being the lone nude man in a room full of clothed women is enough to excite men who have the barest of CFNM fantasies!

D stands for discipline, what squicks many. Discipline can be anything from a harsh word, a quick correction, light paddling or full on flogging. The implements used are many and varied, just look around your house. Wooden spatulas, paint stirrers, binder clamps, hell, a creative disciplinarian can walk in a hardware store and purchase things to torture some lucky soul all night! But don’t worry, the beauty of bdsm is both parties are extremely willing. Not only that, but tease and denial play a huge part as well, the anticiapation of the pleasure/pain often outweighs the orgasm itself!

Which brings me to the S & M part. S stands for Sadism, named for the eighteenth century libertine, the Marquis De Sade. Though he had a wild reputation, most of it well deserved, many of his bdsm themed books were thinly veiled political satire of his day. Sadism is sexual pleasure obtained from the suffering of others. If one is playing with a masochist, this can be an extremely rewarding experience…

Now on to the M, masochism. Masochism is taking delight and sexual pleasure in pain. It can be spanking, whipping, nipple torture, cbt, mind fuckery and the list goes on and on. What sets the masochist apart is his/her love for the endorphins released at the peak of pain/ pleasure. The term was coined in the nineteenth century by Leopold von Sacher-Masoch who wrote the brilliant Venus in Furs.

Point is, explore the whys and the hows of your sexuality. Research, find the triggers that arouse you. Educate yourself rather than just expecting generic bdsm domination games. Trust me, you’ll be glad you took the time to do so.

Empress Lauren
1-800-356-6169
1.99/minute with a 10 minute minimum
empress.lauren@yahoo.com

I’m quite a believer in contrasts, hence my fascination with pain and pleasure. Ask any painslut and they’ll tell you they’re one and the same. When the endorphins start flooding your system, pain makes the pleasure of your submission so very intense, more intense than a mere blowjob or vanilla roll in the hay. True, those activities activate the pleasure centers of your brain, but not to the degree even a little pain will add. Anyone who’s ever been the least bit involved in bdsm phone sex knows this. Sometimes the pain overwhelms your pleasure centers and leaves you panting and writhing with lust, more excited, more orgasmic than you’ve ever been… not from the pleasure, but f