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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

This should be interesting for all my foot fetish phone sex callers. I’ve been working hard lately and decided I needed a bit of down time. So today I took the afternoon off to do a bit of shopping. I went to a couple of stores, but couldn’t get in the mood to do that serious, heavy duty shopping I show enjoy. Maybe it was election day nervousness, maybe it’s the fact things are between seasons and some of the new styles are just plain fugly… I ended up picking up a pair of cute bright red Guess mary janes. While I was trying them on I decided I needed a new pedicure. I’m sure all you sissy sluts can relate, huh?

My O.P.I. Calendar Girl was chipping around the edges, so I went to my salon for some new polish. I ended up in the chair getting a nice massage while my cute little toesies soaked. It was pure heaven! I ended up getting a new bottle of O.P.I. Rosy Mistletoe-sies… it’s a bit more pink than my usual foot job, but I’ll admit I love the way it looks against my skin with my tan fading and all. I should go back to the tanning bed, but it’s getting kind of chilly here… and I’ll own feeling a bit guilty about my favorite vice since my mom got a melanoma. Maybe I should opt for a spray on tan instead as I hate my glow in the dark pale skin without sunshine (or at least a warm, soothing UVA rays!).

There was a hot guy there getting a cut who kept staring at me. I tried to ignore him, but I could feel the heat of his gaze while my pedicurist massaged my feet with Lush Fair Trade foot lotion. I was moaning sensuously, I just couldn’t help myself, it felt so very good to be pampered so thoroughly. I know I should have restrained myself, tried to look less orgasmically inclined… but, it felt too damn good. I closed my eyes and did my best to ignore him, I really did, closing my eyes and pretending he wasn’t there while my pedicurist finished up. When I opened my eyes, he was gone… end of story, right?

But when I got up to pay, the receptionist said he had already paid and tipped… and left me his card with his home number and cell phone. Should I call him? The jury is still out on that one… but I think at the very least he’d make a very good foot slave! I can just see him on his knees worshiping my beautiful feet and legs. You all know how very much I adore slow, sensual body worship from an oh, so willing cock locked slave slut!

On a related note, I’m really digging me some cute little toe rings like the ones on my Amazon Wishlist… I would have thought all you little toe suckers would have been cumming all over yourselves for the honor of purchasing them for me… was I wrong? At the very least, you should be showering me with gift certificates like my stroker sluts and cuckold cumsuckers do so I might choose the perfect 14K gold rings for my beautiful, well pedicured toesies. For the record, my oh so sensitive Princess skin revolts at anything less than gold. So don’t try to pass off some cheap imitations on me, my smooth, silky skin knows the difference.

On a more serious note… did you vote today? I hope all my phone sex boys are civic minded enough to participate in such a historic moment, no matter where your allegiances lie.

Until next time, stroker boys…

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

I’ve been enjoying many CFNM phone sex fantasies and indulging in even more happy realities. While most of the men in my personal life are alpha males, I do entertain quite a few submissive males who fill in the void. What void you ask? The one that comes from dominating the weaker sex, men. I am the kind of Mistress who enjoys my male submissives naked and bare with his lips against my high heels. No matter if I’m in silk or blue jeans, I prefer my men one way only… naked as the day they were born. As the day you were born… because when you start reading this, you’ll cast yourself in the starring role of my CFNM body worship fantasy.

I enjoy the contrast of me covered, dressed conservatively even while you are vulnerable and self conscious. I guess you could call me a bit of a feminist, though I do enjoy the company of alpha males in my personal life. I’m not a bra burner, nor a militant, and female supremacist is a bit strong. I don’t see all males as weak and unworthy, just boys like you. I enjoy the uncomfortable feelings your exposure exposes. So go ahead, take off those clothes and kneel before me, your Queen, your fem dom Goddess, your divine Empress. Keep your eyes down, your neck bent as a symbol of your submission. Keep your knees wide apart and of course you’re hard, keep it that way. Breathe slowly and prepare yourself for complete submission.

Quite simply, I’m in control now and you haven’t the will or desire to fight me. I’m requisitioning your libido for my selfish pleasure and you’ll thank me when I’m done with you, trust me. You’ll never be the same again. Prepare to worship my body, licking and kissing every square inch of flesh I might have exposed. And it’s never enough. My skirt ends at my knees and you know it would be sacrilege to lift it. I’ll uncover myself for you when I’m ready and not a moment before. You may plead with your eyes only, use your tongue for more creative pursuits. Your entire reason to be at this moment is entirely focused on my pleasure. This moment in time is ours alone and you know when the time is right I’ll give you exactly what you need, even if it leaves you blueballed, aching and longing for release.

Remember, orgasm is a reward, not a right and the final fate of yours hangs in the balance. Will I tease and deny you mercilessly while you writhe and beg at the hem of my skirt, embarrased I’ve exposed myself so little and you so completely? There’s no doubting exactly who holds all the power in our fantasy world, I do. So relax and don’t fight it, enjoy the sensation of being pushed to the edge and back, like a wave hitting the beach, over and over until the resounding tide overwhelms. When the time is right, perhaps I’ll allow you to explode with such force and fury you’ll wonder why you ever did it any other way…

Empress Lauren
1-800-356-6169
1.99/minute with a 10 minute minimum
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