Archive for the “Sexual Humiliation” Category

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 from the sweet rush of pain that you feel all over.

Is it any wonder I just adore cbt phone sex? There’s something so very hot about controlling the pace of pain a boy feels under my cruel control. I love to taunt and tease while he clamps those clothespins on his nuts and nipples. I love the sweet way they beg when blood flow overwhelms their cock bondage and the ties become uncomfortably erotic and that man meat swells and bucks in anticipation for what’s coming next. It’s even better when I make him spread his legs wide and I trample his balls or kick them hard. Ballbusting is a hobby of mine, lol. Not only do I enjoy this special brand of pain, but the erotic humiliation it provides the male submissive. Out of control, out of options and loving every single second.

Another of my favorite fantasies involves castration. I have no clue why… maybe because as a farm girl I witnessed the annual ritual of gelding horses and castrating pigs. My father taught me how to use an elastrator when I was young and I assisted occasionally in emasculating the hogs or bulls. It was so very much fun. As I got older, I wondered often how it would work on a man. Cutting off the blood flow makes the testicles atrophy, so easy to slice after with little pain. Of course, cauterization often left those partially male animals squeal. These kinky niche fetishes excite me, the more extreme the better. How would it make you feel?

But anyway, enough to scare you boys, lol. Let’s face it, I’m a true sadistic mistress who enjoys male suffering in whatever form it takes. Does that excite you, repulse you or just make you crave my voice on the line wondering what I’d do to you to make you ache with that same pleasure pain. No apologies, that’s just me… and you know you love me, lol, in spite of or because of the sadism that drives me to become the most sadistic fem dom you’ve ever had the pleasure to submit to. Are you game? I know I am…

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

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.

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

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

So tonight I’m pondering the cause and effect relationship of small penis humiliation and cuckolding. As with most humiliation fetishes, this one starts in your largest sex organ. No, not that inch worm you call a cock, your brain. You know, that thing on your shoulders that sacrifices every last bit of it’s power to send blood down to engorge that pathetic thing you can’t keep your hand off of? Good, now that we’re all clear, I’ll continue. Every experience, sexual and otherwise that first arouses that first flare of desire in you becomes a trigger point in your brain. That point confuses shame and humiliation with pleasure, the nervousness of your situation, the stress sends those signals down to your dinky. Then presto! You’re aroused, hard and aching in an inappropriate situation. You wish it wasn’t so, but that initial shaming experience has shaped you on some fundamental level for a lifetime.

Take your first taste of small cock humiliation. Maybe it was the trip to the locker room when you realize your tiny penis is, well, tiny compared to the others you’re seeing. You become both aroused and ashamed that you feel so envious and worshipful of that massive phallus. So when your best girl giggle upon giving you your first hand job and dumps you for the quarterback… after telling anyone who would listen exactly what your shortcomings were…. well, it doesn’t surprise you… nor does the suspicious fullness of your tightie whities. You understand that you aren’t worthy of such a wonderful girl. It’s only natural she’d want something bigger, better… more substantial. So when you finally settle down with your lady love… what’s missing?

Of course you realize she’ll eventually reach that point. She’ll crave it deep inside, a hunger she can’t ignore. So why not bring it up sooner or later? Why not just tell her you love her and you know your tiny dick can’t possibly satisfy her? You know it will happen, you know you can’t do a damn thing about it. So offer it up and save yourself the heartache. Let her know you understand completely and offer to help her cuckold you. It’s what you deserve. And face it baby, it’s exactly what gets your clitty hard… and keeps it hard and wanting in a constant state of tease and denial until she comes home with your cream filled pie.

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

This weekend, your Empress attended a spectacular, extremely adult Halloween bash. My friends had been planning since last year’s to make this one the best ever, they succeeded. Imagine, if you will, dozens of fem dom mistresses dressed to the nines in their finest leather and latex finery. The males were a bit more drab, though no less creative. There were lots of dirty little sissy sluts using the holiday as an excuse to dress up in silk and lace. For all you boys who enjoy such things, many mistresses included their strap on cocks as a part of their costumes. So if you tried to find me Saturday, I was preparing and then enjoying myself. Sunday, I took some down time to recover. We danced, we dined, we spanked and we fucked those tight little sissy holes until the early morning hours. Your Empress was exhausted, lol.

This week, I’d love to focus on the freedom you’ll be feeling Friday night… or any night leading up to. I know you’re so excited to show your true colors as reflected in your choice of costumes. Will you be revealing yourself? Will you put on your feminine trappings and become the girly girl you wished you could be every day? I would love to see your costumes, the fine details good little sissy girls will put into their accessories, into their hair (or wig!)… I want to witness your oh, so public exposure. So take the time before you’re off to your big event to give me a call and have the privelidge of me checking you out on cam before you make your debut. You want to be seen, I know, I get that… so show me. Who better to help you iron out every little detail than a beautiful dominatrix like your very own Empress Lauren?

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

Do you notice the special way a hotwife will look at or touch her cuckold husband? I do. A woman who is sexually satisfied by others will tend to treat her submissive husband with an affectionate contempt. I’ve talked about that before. The affectionate contempt stems from knowing each and every one of her weak hubby’s intimacies better than anyone. It’s only natural that she’d feel that way after years of wanting, needing so much more. She loves him, true… but she resents being saddled with a creampie eating bitch boy.

She knows his lack of size. She was the first to arouse him with laughter with her small cock humiliation. She knows that even if he were a larger man, he would lack the stamina to please her. She knows he desires cock just as much she does. She was the first who strapped on her girl-cock and popped his black cherry with her thick plastic prick. Instead of fleeing in horror as a real man would, he had dropped to his knees and sucked before her ass pounding. How could she ever look at him the same way again?

So when she told him she’d be taking other lovers, of course it excited him. He didn’t rage or scream for anything at all but to taste a real man’s cum dripping hot and wet from her fresh fucked pussy. He begged to watch, to see how a real man might pleasure his woman. He pleaded to be the one to get the real man ready for her with his faggot whore mouth. He even offered up his mouth for a quick cocksucker training session even!

So how can a hotwife keep the respect of her cuckold hubby? I just don’t see it happening. Affectionate contempt is more than you can hope for. You should be glad she isn’t running off with the real man and leaving him with his little dick to stroke alone.

Empress Lauren, For Femdom Fetish Phone Sex
1-800-356-6169
1.99/minute with a 10 minute minimum
empress.lauren@yahoo.com

Welcome to all you wannabe cocksuckers in the audience. This one’s for you, lol. I’ve done so many forced bi humiliation calls the past few days… and those of you who know me know that really excites me. There’s nothing I enjoy more than pimping out my dirty little sissy slut. See, I know that’s what you want… to not have to take responsibility for your bisexual desires. You crave the cock, but don’t want to have to admit it. When I force you to do it, direct you where to go to find on, make you put an ad on Craigslist… or answer one… you’re in my control, not your own. It absolves you over your guilt and puts all that wonderful cocksucker training you’ve had to good use.

But we have to get you ready first, now don’t we? I’m for full on forced feminization, too. So we’ll shave your legs (and your pussy, too… right around your little sissy clit…), put on your slutty makeup with pussy pink lips and take you out and show you off. Do you want to dance in your new ensemble? I want you to. I want you to get up and shake your ass with all those boys who want to touch you. Do you enjoy the way their hands feel upon your body? I know I love to think of them pawing you, kissing your neck and whispering such nasty nothings into your ear. I watch you resist when he grabs you and rubs his hard cock against you, then you meet my eyes and submit to his caresses.

See, we both know that this isn’t REALLY your choice, it’s mine. And you don’t really crave the cock, now do you? Lol, you can’t fool me there, I know how much you adore it when you embrace your “forced” subservience so tightly… Don’t worry, it’s our little secret. =)

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

I’m always asked what I enjoy most about sexual domination. I always answer the same way, the total and complete sense of control I have over the situation. While I respect the submissive’s limits, I feel it’s my duty to push just a little further. Why, you ask? Because I am the Mistress and I can. Don’t even try and pretend you don’t enjoy the fine art of fem dom phone sex. But in a casual mistress/slave relationship, enforcing such edicts and commands becomes a bit dodgy. You must rely on the dedication of a slut that most likely just wants to get off.

But pushing a little more you reveal a desire on the part of some male submissives for total power exchange. What does TPE phone sex mean? It means you place your entire sexuality in the hands of a strong woman who will take complete sexual control of you. It means no more orgasms without permission and the sweet sound of her laughter as she whispers “Orgasm denied!”. It means anal training, cocksucker training and lots of forced bi humiliation. Why? Because I say so and you need every wall, every semblance of your life before your bdsm experience to disappear beneath the weight of your own limits.

See, I understand there’s a lot of guilt and shame involved as you reveal your fetishes and desires. When placed in a TPE environment with the right fem dom Mistress guiding your slave training, you have a chance to become clay in someone else’s hand. No more guilt, no more shame because you never made the decision to do anything but put yourself completely in her sexual control. Without those limits inside your head you find yourself to completely enjoy the many facets of your sexual personality for the first time ever. What a rush….

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