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   

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For a girl who can get as [...]]]> So today is “clean the house” day.  When you’re as busy as I am, sometimes you can let such trivial seeming matters go to the wayside, but I’m looking forward to getting my house back on track.  Afterall, they say cleanliness is next to godliness–and this goddess agrees, heartily.

For a girl who can get as down and dirty as I can, you may think having a home that looks like a den of inequity would be ideal.  On the contrary–sparkling floors, soft clean sheets and bare surfaces make the idea of teasing, taunting, humiliating, degrading, defiling, cuckolding and enslaving someone that much more erotic.  The idea of watching a man in my panties, kneeling on my pristine floor, cumming all over himself while he worships my body is a dirty and sexy one.  The idea of him on his knees on my dirty floor, with trash and dishes everywhere, just makes me want to take a shower.  Not sexy….well.  It’s not sexy all of the time, anyway:)

You see, when I’m showing one of my little pets who’s boss, when I’m making them do perverse things they never thought possible, when I’m extracting the filth from their minds and quirting it all over their face, I want even my immaculate home to mock them.   It provides a theatrical shock value that is essential in the erotic.  This is why I take care to keep my body pristine and perfect as well.  It looks all the sexier in my dirty little outfits, doing dirty little deeds:)

So start the week off right, my pets.  Get nice and clean, for me.  I’ll dirty you up soon enough.

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

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