Well, it’s been a busy week for me, my pets! This last weekend was nonstop social obligations for your very popular Empress. 
Between the Ides of March, St. Patrick’s Day, and of course, the all important Pi Day (3.14), I had quite a debaucherous time! Though you know that I can handle anything;). I have to admit, I had a slight smirk watching young amateurish girls tottering on their heels on St. Patty’s Day, after having far too many. You can rest assured though–in my stilettos and cocktail dress, I was the epitome of poise–no matter how rowdy the night. But those of you who’ve had phone sessions with me know very well that I can keep my cool even in extreme circumstances–in fact, I believe I thrive on it!
And that’s what I’m looking for today–some extreme circumstances. I woke up this morning after dreaming of taking my pets to their extremes–taking a man with big cock envy and showing him what it means to humble himself and service a big cock. I dreamt of teasing a dick for hours on end–all the while hearing the pleas, “Let me cum, Empress! Please let me cum!” I dreamt of towering over a slave on his knees, and putting him through the ringer of degradation, embarrassment and servitude for my pleasure. In short, I woke up quite aroused:). And when I’m aroused, I’m a dangerous force. You stand warned.
I’ve said it many times before–day to day life can and should affect your sexual exploits. And last nights adventures–in all of it’s extremes–has certainly affected my outlook for the day. The bacchanal will continue today in a different light–not with the aim of self gratification, as was the goal of so many in their green beads wandering the streets of Chicago last night. Today, it will be in the tradition of the greeks–and you will be placed in extreme circumstances in order to serve me–your sex goddess.
Cruel to be kind,
Empress Whitney
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