There are some changes afoot, as I’m sure many of you are already aware.  But for those of you who aren’t, I wanted to keep you abreast (and I don’t just mean keep you worshipping my breasts–though, I’m sure I wouldn’t have any trouble doing that!).

First of all, I have a new email [...]]]> Hear my voice!

There are some changes afoot, as I’m sure many of you are already aware.  But for those of you who aren’t, I wanted to keep you abreast (and I don’t just mean keep you worshipping my breasts–though, I’m sure I wouldn’t have any trouble doing that!).

First of all, I have a new email address: whitney@enchantrixempire.com.  Which brings us to the next item:  The Enchantrix Empire!

I’m in love with Enchantrix Empire.  What is it?  It’s our new social networking site.  I know you love our blogs and audios and status updates and chatting with us–and Enchantrix Empire is a great way to bring all of that into one setting, and let you get to know us all even more intimately.  Didn’t think you could get more intimate than confessing your dirty little secrets to me, did you?;)  Just goes to show that we’re all about taking you to the next level.

So, my pets, that is your newest assignment:  Connect with me on the Enchantrix Empire.  I demand it.  Afterall, I want to get to know you more intimately as well.  There’s no better way to learn how to manipulate you and push your buttons untill you’ve given me complete cock control over you!

Furthermore, it will be a great way for me to keep in touch with you between June 12th and June 20th, when I’ll be away and not taking calls.  Don’t start crying my sweet little pets!  Absence makes the heart grow fonder and the cock grow harder, so when I return, your time with me will be that much more sublime.

And I’ll miss you too, my pets.  But a domme friend of mine is getting married out of town to her soon to be cuckold.   And that’s a wedding I don’t want to miss!

But I tell you what:  If you’re good boys and gurls, and you connect with me on Enchantrix Empire, I promise to divulge all of the dirty details from the bachelorette party.  Deal?  Deal.:)

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A few days ago, it was a memory from college–the first time I fully indulged in strapon play.  I was [...]]]> Hi pets!  I’ve been very nostalgic lately.  Nostalgic for exquisite sexual encounters gone by:).  It seems every morning I wake up with images of seemingly forgotten sexual conquests filling my mind and flooding my  sexy panties!

A few days ago, it was a memory from college–the first time I fully indulged in strapon play.  I was a top then even then, but had not yet fully explored the world of domination.  My boyfriend (at the time) and I were having a little fun with bondage.  He was blindfolded, face down on my bed.  I was teasing his spine with an ice cube.  Even tied down, though, he still raised his ass up with every new sensation.  Before I knew it I’d found my vibrator, and before he knew it, he was begging to cum!

Yesterday, Iwoke up to the memory of a particularly hot sexual encounter I had with a friend a few years back.  I teased and denied his cock right up to the point of near explosion, only to pull away from him at the last minute, and sit on his face–making sure he knew he wouldn’t cum until I did.  And he made SURE I did!

This morning, I woke up thinking about the first time my current boyfriend and I found ourselves a sissy slut to take out our pent up dominant energy on.  That sissy served us both, and experienced the erotic humiliation of a cuckolded pet as he watched my boyfriend and I go crazy on each other!

As much as I know you love to hear about my past sexual encounters, I LOVE to hear about yours.  I love to find out what get’s you going, and I know your memory is just full of sensual and erotic gems!

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

TO CONFESS YOUR SEXUAL PAST CALL 800.601.6975

Calls are $2.50 per minute, minimum of 10 minutes, billed to your credit card.

The beautiful femdomme learned from an early age what a power she weilded, and would use her sexual prowess to her [...]]]> Once upon a time, there was a beautiful femdomme.   The power she had over every man she encountered was almost mythical.  They would find themselves under the spell of her stare, her voice, and her beautiful body.

The beautiful femdomme learned from an early age what a power she weilded, and would use her sexual prowess to her advantage.  She knew how to cock-tease a man into financial domination, could spot a potential submissive cocksucker from a mile away, and could bring any man to his knees with the blink of an eye.  She never wanted for sexual satisfaction, as any man on earth would happily worship her body.  Men would line up at the simple command, “Be my throne!”  To the male specimen, she was a queen indeed.

So it’s no wonder that the woman had no problem in finding herself a husband.  The only problem was in finding the PERFECT husband.  He would have to be successful, indulge her in her spending habits, and be perfectly, utterly submissive to her sexual desires, whatever they may be. 

In short, he would have to be subby little cuckold-husband.  The femdomme was used to having any man she wanted, any time she wanted him, and her sexual appetite wouldn’t be satiated my mere wedding vows.

When slender, stuttering Sam asked the gorgeous femdomme on the date, she had a feeling he might be the man for her.  He took her to incredibly restaurants, bought her lavish gifts, and didn’t so much as complain when she would tease his pathetic 3 inch cock to the brink before employing orgasm denial.  He was simply thankful that she paid him attention at all.  He was thankful to have such a powerful and desireable woman by his side.  He was thankful for her scraps.

They had a perfect, fairy-tale wedding.  No woman has ever looked so pure and beautiful in white.  But when they went away on their honeymoon, she let the base animal out–but not with her husband, who thought her pussy to be as pure and chaste as the driven snow.  He would find out during their honeymoon that one man’s Madonna is another man’s whore…

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

FOR THE REST OF THIS CUCKOLD FANTASY AND MANY OTHERS CALL 800.356.6169

There [...]]]> I think all of you who keep up with my blog and have phone sex sessions with me know that I’m a very classy lady–which is what makes it all the more fun to go out on occassion and get a little dirty at dark and dingy dive bar–which is exactly what I did last night. 

There is something just a tad sexy about a lot of the men you’ll encounter in dive bars–masculine, hard-core, looking for a fight.  Dive bars are primal, animalistic, and the perfect place to let your hair down.  I began thinking of my cucky-husband callers, and my mind began racing.  I love the image of a well-to-do investment banker finding me, his perfect trophy wife, getting fucked on the bar by a rugged construction worker–his buddies standing by and making my husband watch–or else.

There are just some fantasies that don’t call for satin sheets and champagne.  Some sexual fantasies are best played out in the dark underground.  For as hardened as the men at the bar were, in a place where women often find themselves prey, cockteasing those fuckers until they are crawling around on their hands and knees on the dirty bar floor, saying ”Yes, ma’am.  No ma’am.  Whatever you say ma’am,” is all the more appealling.  They may have brute strength, but that’s no match for sexual prowess.

But I’m sure my slutty sissies know what I’m talking about.  I’ve led many sissies to the filthiest of truck stops, the dirtiest of porn shops, the cheapest of watering holes to go get themselves some true-blue cock.  It’s all about the juxtaposition of images.  It makes me squirm in my seat to think about a pair of expensive, frilly panties rubbing up and down on coffee stained, thrift store jeans!

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney   

IF YOU’RE WILLING TO GET A LITTLE DIRTY CALL 800.356.6169