Archive for the “Boot Fetish” Category

Some of you are under the false impression that I’m soft and sensual merely because I’m blond, sultry, sexy and polite. For those who’ve played with me, however, you understand my real love is rough trade. Give me implements to inflict pain and it makes me smile. Beg me to watch and direct your CBT phone sex session… and follow all my orders no matter how painful or degrading. Look up at me with pleading eyes while I contemplate how hard to bust your balls with my thigh high leather boots… you know, the wicked ones with six inch heels that beg to be licked by a submissive slave boy like you? These are just a few of my favorite things.

And another thing… when it comes to sissy boys? I prefer my boys eager for cock, whether it be my strap on or forced bi humiliation. Give me a sissy with smeared cocksucker red lipstick and mascara running down ruining “her” perfect makeover. Give me a slut who’s stretched her “pussy” to take a plug or cock easily. Give me a dirty panty fag gloryhole whore who kneels in sticky jism to suck all cummers. I’m not fond of sissy lesbos, though. If I want to get sensual with a girl, well, it’ll be a real girl, not some hairy pseudo-wannabe. In other words, I prefer my sissies useful and active in their sexual pursuits… not some dress up dollie who wants me to tell him how pretty he is… let’s face it, you’re not. You’re a filthy, slutty cumslut who needs to be filled with cock.

So what does that mean for us? Well, it’s simple really. I still enjoy all kinds of roleplays, all kinds of filthy fantasies from cuckold phone sex, hardcore domination, fetish exploration and of course, extreme humiliation including public, private and small cock humiliation. And of course I love forced bisexuality and using my strapon cock on a willing panty fag who begs his lovely mistress to fuck him hard in his sissy hole. But I’m not sensual, despite my soft, taunting voice, despite my knowing smile… all these things I cultivate to dig deep into your psyche and find the darkest place I can… and take you there… and make sure you damn well love it.

That’s who I am. That’s what I do. I’m the smiling bitch goddess who tempts and taunts you to sin… and never, ever lets you forget you begged me for it. Think of that when you’re skating on the edge of agony and ecstasy. Trust me, you’ll love me all the more for it.

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

 

 Sadistic Mistress Phone Sex [2:52m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

While I’m not exactly a size queen, I’ve always had the occasional yearning for the dark meat. When my boyfriend came home telling me all about his new supervisor I noticed he seemed a bit intimidated. I put this down to the new boss being younger, better educated and better built… I never dreamed he’d have that magical combination of being a mocha god as well. And I know how very embarrassing it will be for everyone to know you’re a cuckold sissy. Before my boyfriend and I hooked up, my friend Valerie and I spent much time at local bars searching for big, black cock. I settled for a white man with huge earning potential, an invitation to the country club and all the advantages that that being a Caucasian brings.

Despite all that, there’s a part deep inside me that longs for that massive black tool. So when hubby brings home his boss man, I’m shocked to see he’s six feet four inches of dark chocolate. My hands were shaking as I watched his eyes take in my body, his bold eyes rolling from head to toe instantly turning on the proverbial faucet to my warm, wet and oh so willing pussy. I blushed, but his knowing smile let me know he was just as aroused and I was. While the rest of the party mingled, my husband’s boss and I found an excuse to be alone behind closed doors. He wasn’t slow in his sensual seduction… the first thing he did was grasp the back of my hair to pull my mouth to his. I could feel his enormous black snake pushing against my belly while he stripped my shirt, the my bra, allowing both to fall to the floor.

When he pushed my be back onto the bed, he lifted my hips and slipped both my skirt and panties down past my ankles. There I lay, covered only in my silky garter belt, the black lace top stockings and my stiletto heels. One thick knee pried my own apart as he eased the length of his body atop mine. I could feel him dry humping against the silky panties and all I could think of was having that chocolate cock deep inside me, his big purple balls bouncing against my ass while he pumped me full.

We must have fucked for hours, people were knocking knowingly on the door, but neither of us gave a damn. All that mattered was his monster black snake fill me with his delicious semen. Over and over we thrust together, coming and coming until both of us were spent with pure, unadulterated lust. When we finally emerged, everyone knew what we’d been doing, but neither of us cared. I’m looking forward to fucking him again, in fact we have a date this weekend. I’d never had a black cock before and now I understand the whole “once you go black, you don’t go back” thing… wanna know more details? Give me a call for more interracial cuckold phone sex pleasures.

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

The lovely Mistress Vivian had a great idea for multi Mistress blog posts. For this week’s posting, she chose our favorite phone sex roleplay scenarios. Though I have several, the general tone of a Villainess Fantasy intrigues me. I love it when a caller asks me NOT to restrain myself and fully develop my wicked Femme Fatale side. A recent caller wished for me to indulge in a capture and bdsm fantasy, complete with gloating villainy. Being both deviant and depraved, I was happy to oblige.

Mistress dressed herself in black leather from head to toe, then followed you to the bar. You were looking over your shoulder, suspecting someone had been stalking you for weeks. You look relieved when you join the crowd at the bar. After all, who’s going to get you there? You’re perfectly safe… at least until Mistress arrives. You can’t take your eyes off her, fascinated by the sense of “other” about her. Your fem dom fetish wet dreams are filled with leather clad beauties just like her. You’ve been drawing them for years and wanking to your creations. She’s tall, lithe, moves like a jungle cat in her thigh high black leather boots you find yourself so willing to worship… You’re suprised when she zeroes directly in on you at the bar. Women like Mistress don’t notice you… not until tonight. And something about her seems sooo familiar.

She smells of danger and sex arousing you instantly, though you haven’t spoke, haven’t touched. You try to speak, but her finger rises to your lips… shhhh… don’t talk. You know who I am, you made me. You drew me and through your repeated offerings of semen, you made me real. I’ve been watching you, wanting you. I know what you need…. of course she does… You take another drink, enraptured by Mistress. Your mind flows to all the depraved things your masturbated to while you were creating her and you wonder if she knows. You look to Her eyes as you sip your drink and realize yes, yes she does. Then you start feeling funny, your head spinning and she’s smiling. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Mistress knows just what you need, slave boy.

You awaken to find her standing over you, gloating. She’s smiling and you sense the danger in it. You try to move, but find you’re not only strapped down, but naked and rather than fearing it, you revel in it. I knew you’d like it, she says, just like in your fantasy. All tied up and at my mercy…. what should I start with? Maybe I should torture you a bit? But what first? I know you love it when I tease your nipples, when I pinch them gently at first, then tweak them hard and clamp them. Doesn’t that feel nice, slave boy? Good. Now your cock… I know how much you adore cock and ball torture and you’re rock hard already. I hope you don’t think you’ll be getting relief tonight, slave boy…

More tomorrow, lol….

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

 

 Real Life Foot Fetish Observations [2:30m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

I don’t talk about specifics as much as I should sometimes, but tonight I’ll open up concerning foot fetish. I have nice, long tan legs of course and wear high heels well. I will own being quite the shoe whore with lots of stripper heels, pvc boots and of course regular heels, exotic though they may be. I am truly the foot fetishist’s dream, which brings me to an incident this afternoon that made me realize the power a woman’s feet can truly hold over a man who’s weak for feet.

I was shoe shopping, waiting while bitch boy got my groceries. I was wandering among the racks, checking out the latest styles and disappointed there weren’t more platforms. I love that extra boost and even if they aren’t the in thing, they make my legs look quite magnificent. I’m tall and my stride is long, yet my ass tilts. My mother bemoaned my naturally sexy strut when I was younger, now I use it with pride. Anyway, the salesman approached, he was in his early twenties and seemed eager to please a tall, curvy blonde woman straight out of his wettest dreams. I asked him if he had anything with a 4-5″ heel with platforms. His face lit up as he ran to the back to collect a couple of last years styles.

I picked out one pair that were tan with gold inlay. They are 5 inches, two inches of platform on the front, open toe and with a narrow down to wide heel so I don’t get that ankle turning over sensation. I could see him oozing with lust as he placed the shoes on my feet. I smiled knowingly at him and watched as he blushed. I stood and walked the length of the store, hitting my sexy stride and I knew I could have made the poor boy do anything I wanted. Absolute power over a man is a heady sensation. The other pair were simple mules, leather slides in basic black… a nice, yet sexy shoe that I can wear with anything.

So do any of you boys drip at the thought of foot fetish phone sex? Are you freaky for fuck me pumps? Is shoe salesman to hot girls like me your most treasured fantasy? Let’s talk about it.

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