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Sensual Exploration

Whitney — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 16:07:39 +0000

Things have been pretty busy around the Enchantrix Empire as of late. I’ve been on many adventures that have kept me from being able to update my blog like I’d like to. I know, my poor pets, you’ve all been waiting with baited breath to hear from your mistress once more. You’ve been good boys and gurls for me. You can feel free to exhale now.:)

So what have I been up to? Well, aside from taking some delicious calls from you naughty stroker boys, I’ve also been having some fun personal time. The boyfriend and I have started a little wine club, for instance. We both have a love of the finer things, so it’s been a delight to spend time with good friends sharing a good bottle.

Though, I have to say, rarely does such a gathering simply result in a quiet evening. I’m never one to be shy or inhibited, but in a relaxed atmosphere, after enjoying one of life’s most sensual pleasures–a thick, rich port, perhaps–I’m suddenly in the mood to live life to the fullest and explore even more sensual pleasures! And with so many people gathered around, it’s never hard to entice some new playmate to engage in this exploration with me.

Last night, after most of the crowd had left, it was only me, the boyfriend, and another couple left to finish off the rest of the port. Both of them were mousy little things to begin with, but by this morning, when they were gathering up their things, they both had a brand new perspective on life thanks to me and my stud of a boyfriend. The “man” left in his girlfriend’s panties. The woman left with a big smile and bow legs.

Something tells me that our little wine club is going to grow very popular!

Absence Makes the Cock Grow Harder

Whitney — Fri, 04 Jun 2010 14:02:36 +0000

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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Cockteasing Satisfaction

Whitney — Thu, 06 May 2010 11:44:13 +0000

Hello, my pets! I hope everyone’s been a good boy or a good girl for me. Nobody’s been stroking without permission have they? You know that I only like you to stoke in the presence of a mistress!;)

What is it about hearing you ask for permission to stroke for me that gets me so revved up? I think it’s the pleading tone. I like the frustrated sighs and grunts you let out just before you say, “Please, mistress! Oh, please!”

And then, of course, comes the fun of cockteasing you until you can’t stand it! I can’t lie–it doesn’t just tickle me to hear you squirm in frustration, it gets my pretty pink pussy soaking wet. But that’s no problem for me. Afterall, I know you’ll eagerly lick me until I’m satisfied if I just say the word. And if you prove yourself incapable, you know that I can get my hands on any number of men to satiate my hunger!

You, on the other hand, have to just sit there, your cock begging for release, while you worship my body. I know that just the thought of pleasing me makes you want to explode! But you know me–I’ll always make you hold out just a little longer than comfortable.

But I’ll let you in on a little secret, my pets: After playing with you, toying with you, getting your overeager cocks all riled up–I, too, derive satisfaction from hearing you scream with pleasure when you cum. Because I know you were a good boy and earned it.

And for those of you who can’t hold off long enough to really earn it, those of you who let out a little dribble when I demand a flood from that cock, don’t worry. I’ll derive my satisfaction from punishing you, and making sure that it NEVER happens again!

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Artistic Body Worship

Whitney — Tue, 23 Feb 2010 02:02:14 +0000

Any of you who heard my mistress interview with the lovely Ms Tia knows that I consider myself both an artist, and an artistic muse. And so, being a lover of the arts often throws me into the company of some very interesting men! Sensitive, slight perfectionists who relish both the pain and the pleasure of life…

The perfect men to dominate!

I met one such man this weekend. I went to a gallery opening, and looked at painting after painting of one girl. Just her face. Different expressions, different styles and mediums, some just close-ups of various facial features. The girl in the painting was blonde. She had blue eyes, pretty pink lips…

The girl was me.

I tracked down the artist. He was balding, with glasses, and I recognized him immediately. He was a man who frequents the coffee shop I go to, and always stares at me.

“Don’t models usually get paid for their work?” I asked. He blushed, deeply humiliated to have been found out. I knew I had him. I asked him where his studio was, and he told me.

“Well, I’ll just have to swing by and pose for you in a proper setting.” He couldn’t even speak–only stammered out, “Yes! Uh..I mean…” He was sweating! “Good. I’ll see you there,” I said, and left.

The next day I arrived surprised him at his studio. He was already painting me, as I was when he saw me at the gallery.

“It seems you’ve mastered my face. But can you do justice to my body?” I asked. He dropped his paint brush. “I think it only fair that if I strip down for you, you strip down for me.” I added. His face was so red! Probably because I was bound to see the hard-on that was hiding beneath his pants.;)

But he was a good boy, and he did as he was told. He stripped down for me, and I posed him just so–on his knees, with his sketch pad and pencil in hand, face tilted up. “Now, I’ll pose like this,” I said, as I stripped down slowly for him. I placed myself standing, my arms over my head, my legs spread, my pussy very close to his face. Immediately, he leaned forward to kiss my pussy lips.

“No, no! You call yourself a professional artist! Don’t you know you have to ask the model permission before you touch her?”

He asked permission for a lot of things that afternoon. May I kiss your feet, may I lick your thigh, may I press my nose into your pussy, may I worship your body…

And the painting was pretty good, too!

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Humiliated Carpet Humper

admin — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 23:28:57 +0000

Any of you who attend the Cock Mockery chat that Ms. Lauren and I host on Monday nights, and any of you humiliation freaks who have enjoyed erotic phone sessions with me, begging to hear my insults (which I delight in giving out!) know how much I LOVE to humiliate men!

If there’s one thing you can beg for and receive with little resistance from me, it’s a humiliating task! I may give you orgasm denial when you’re whining, “May I cum?” I may tie you down when you want to lunge between my legs and worship my body. I may tease and deny you beyond reason despite your cries and whimpers. But if you beg, “Please! Put me in my place! Insult me! Humiliate me!” I’ll respond: “With pleasure.”

That’s why I had so much fun with my little carpet humper not long ago. No, that’s not a euphemism. I had that fat, pasty bitch on his knees, looking longly at my legs, fully naked! Did I make him a human throne for my ass? No. Did I take him with my strapon? No. I told him he could never bury his pitiful pecker in my pussy. But if he was a good boy, he could bury it in the carpet.

And that’s just what I made him do! Poor carpet…having to endure his frantic pitiful thrusts! My gorgeous legs made him so wild with desire, I’m afraid he really gave that carpet what for!

You know you’ve got power over a man when he’ll gladly risk a mean rug burn for you:)

Cruel to be kind,

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My boyfriend’s orgasm denial!

Whitney — Fri, 08 Jan 2010 21:00:25 +0000

Hello, my pets! I hope you all enjoyed the holidays and are still enjoying yourself now that the new year has settled in. I’ve been having so much fun myself, I haven’t had the time to tell you what happened with my boyfriend’s Christmas present! Well, don’t worry pets. You aren’t the only ones who don’t know if he’ll be given release–my boyfriend’s been denied since Christmas!

Remember when I made him be my throne? Well, by the time he’d thoroughly pleasured me many times over, we had to get going to a Christmas party. And he’s been experiencing excruciating orgasm denial ever since!

This is new territory for my boyfriend, as many of you who’ve had erotic phone sessions with me know. I love my boyfriend’s long, thick cock tremendously, and so I don’t deny him the same way I do with my cuckolds with their tiny penises. No, no matter how much I love to cocktease him, the result has always been release in the past.

But you know what? That makes his newfound chastity all the sweeter for the both of us! He’s not used to being so denied, and while I’m a very dominant woman, this is one particular cock I have never been so cruel to! The power is quite a rush! It will be fun to see how long BOTH he and I can hold out. Think we can make it until Valentine’s Day?

It seems that nobody is immune to my sensual domination–which is something I talked to Ms. Tia about recently when I was interviewed on Provocatalk. We had a blast talking about everything from which calls get me hot and bothered to what I like to do when I’m NOT using my sexuality to get what I want from men! Those who showed up had a ton of fun asking me questions. But don’t worry–if you couldn’t make it out to hear me live, I’ve got the recording for you right here for you to listen to over and over again!

Have fun listening, my pets! And remember to get on those New Year’s resolutions to give your mistress even more pleasure in 2010!

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

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The Christmas Cocktease Continues!

Whitney — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 05:10:40 +0000

I’ll bet your poor cocks have just been shivering with anticipation, waiting for the third part of my Holiday saga! You’re dying to know if I submitted to my boyfriend, gave in, and gave him what he wanted for Christmas!

Well, pets, you should know after our many erotic phone sessions that I NEVER submit–even when I “submit.” At the end of the day, it’s me calling the shots, and nobody else–even when I’m dealing with a hot stud like my boyfriend. Sure, he’s a dominant male, but it’s ME who’s in control. ALWAYS.

So where was I, again? Oh yes, I believe he’d just asked me how he could know if he wanted my pussy if he couldn’t see it.

“Don’t fight it, my pet. You KNOW that you want it,” I said, as I lowered myself down enough to be just barely out of reach to his incredibly hard dick. “You can feel me even without touching, can’t you? You can feel the heat. And you want it badly, don’t you?”

“But I know that you want my cock, too.” He said. Lightning fast I grabbed it with my leather clad hand, firmly. “Which cock? THIS cock?” I said. And he just nodded. “Why sure, pet. It’s a very nice cock. Long and thick and powerful. But you know I could walk out that door and find one better in no time. Even you aren’t immune to cuckolding, my pet. It’s a fine cock, but it belongs to me! And there are always finer cocks to be had.“ With this light and sensual humiliation, I could tell he wanted me even more. “Now, you naughty boy, will I inflict pleasure or pain on MY cock?”

“Pleasure–I beg you, it’s Christmas!” he said. “Beg me? You beg me? I like that. Now tell me, just whom are you begging?” I teased playfully. “My mistress, my goddess, my queen, I beg YOU, please be kind to me!” Well over six feet, with a strong build and a mouthwatering dick, even he can be reduced to a begging, pleading puddle of submission. Though, like with most wild animals, it sometimes takes a little bit more discipline to break him in than most.

“You’re queen, huh? You call me a queen. Well, pet, every queen needs a throne. Today, YOU will be my throne.” And I led him to the bed, laid him down, and commenced a queenly smothering of his face.

“Good boy…keep at it and you’ll earn your present in no time!”

And if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you know all about the present I gave him!

Cruel to be kind,

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Holiday Tease and Denial: Part Two

Whitney — Mon, 28 Dec 2009 05:10:05 +0000

Have you just been waiting in anticipation to hear more about the gift I gave my boyfriend for Christmas? I know you have, pets. I’m such a cocktease, I can’t help but leave my pets wanting more!

Now where was I? Oh, yes. I believe I was telling you about me with my leg propped up on the chair my boyfriend was tied to, blindfolded, licking and worshiping his way into my good graces. My cuckolds are familiar with this position, aren’t you, pets? How many times have you hoped and prayed that your skillful mouth can make up for your tiny penis? Luckily, my boyfriend doesn’t have to make up for anything–he’s got a dick that goes on for miles, and would make any little sissy fag salivate!

After his proportionally long tongue brought me to orgasm many times over, I bent down in my corset, slightly unlaced so my nipples were peaking over the top, and I said wetly into his ear, “You’re such a good boy. You’ve made your mistresses nipples so hard. Do you feel that?” as I let one rock hard little nipple trail up his shaft–making that huge cock jump for joy. “Yes, I feel that.” he sputtered out. I LOVE knowing that I can make even the most masculine, sexy and powerful man quake with nerves and excitement!

“You also made my little pink pussy so wet, my good boy! Do you want to feel that, too?” He just nodded. “I can’t hear you, my darling. I want to hear you beg for it. Now do you want to feel my wet cunt or not?” He was sweating! “Yes, please. Please! I beg you!”

Well, pets, that’s when I straddled his chair, still standing, with one leg on either side of him. “If you want it, you’re going to have to make that huge horse cock grow even bigger so it can reach my pussy hovering above you!” I can’t help myself–even with a man like him, orgasm denial comes so naturally! But he had another idea.

“How do I know if I want it if I can’t see it?” he said, a smile spreading across his lips.

Would I DARE, let him turn the tables on me and try to call the shots? Clearly this question of his was a manipulation–I could easily see through it. But then again, it was Christmas, perhaps I could let him get his way just this once…

You’ll have to be a patient pet and wait until tomorrow to find out!

Holiday Tease and Denial

Whitney — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 05:10:39 +0000

Hello, my pets! I hope you all had a FANTASTIC Christmas! Were my sissy maids in the kitchen preparing a Christmas feast in only an apron and high heels? Were my humiliated cuckolds gift wrapping a big, black stud to please their mistress with? Were my stroker boys given the gift of a full and glorious orgasm, or will you remain teased and denied until after the new year?

I spent my Christmas in much the way you’d expect–lavished with presents and praise. My favorite gift of the material variety was a pair of dangly diamond earrings with a tennis bracelet to match from my wonderful and sexy boyfriend. That man just seems to possess all of the qualities necessary in a man: Exquisite taste, and a long, thick cock. Who could ask for anything more?

So what did I get him in return? Well, you know me–I LOVE the element of surprise. So I sat him down in a chair and told him to close his eyes, and just as he did, I wrapped a blindfold over his eyes and tied it tight. You should have seen his cock–he’s just like Pavlov’s dog! As soon as the blindfold trigger was in place, he sprang to attention, and I sprang to action. I leaned down and whispered into his ear, “I’ll be right back to give you and your cock your Christmas surprise, my darling!” licking his ear quickly before I disappeared into my walk in closet.

He must have heard me getting ready in there–digging through my box of goodies, the sounds of zippers and rustling fabric, because he called out, “What are you doing in there?” “Just you be patient,” I responded, as I stepped out of my closet. I placed one hand, clad in a soft leather glove, on his hard and frustrated cock. “Afterall, if you aren’t a naughty boy, I’ll have to give you a naughty surprise. As it is, I’ve got something sweet and sensual in store for you. It’s your choice.”

Without hesitation, he said, “I’ll be a good boy.”

“Talk is cheap,” I said, placing one stiletto boot covered foot up on the chair next to his thigh. “Prove it.” On command, he leaned forward and commenced giving me my favorite gift of the non-material variety: Exquisite, orgasmic body worship!

I always like to reward good behavior. And if YOU’RE a good boy, I might just post the rest of this story tomorrow, for you!

Cruel to be kind,

Why Are You a Phone Mistress?

admin — Mon, 21 Dec 2009 09:40:57 +0000

This is probably my most asked question among the men I have phone sex sessions with. So many reasons, my pets! But largely, for the same reasons you love to call in! Because it’s what I’m meant to be doing.:)

But let’s get more specific. How do I know this is what I’m meant to be doing? What is it about me love what I do so much? I’m ALL for self reflection. I am a philosopher at heart after all:).

And that’s reason number one: I’m a philosopher, in the Greek sense of the word, meaning “Lover of the pursuit of wisdom by intellectual means.” This is ABSOLUTELY true of me! And all of you who have fallen under my spell know that I use my intellectual means to persue the wisdom necessary to figure out every aspect of your sexual self, resulting in a brilliant tease and denial session tailored specifically to you! With every new man I endeavor to dominate, I get the pleasure of persuing new wisdom through intellectual means–to be used to my advantage of course! For every new call with an old favorite, I get the pleasure of learning about you further.

Which leads me to reason number two: I’m an artist. And what is an artist but someone who manipulates the senses to achieve a desired result? A musician manipulates sound, a chef manipulates taste, a painter manipulates sight. I choose to manipulate ALL of your senses, and live my life as art. And truly, is there a better way to manipulate ALL of your senses than by dominating you sexually? Not at all! I want to manipulate you sexually because I’m an artist. I am able to do so because I’m a philosopher.

And finally, the third all encompassing reason: I know what I deserve and I get what I want! This is true in every facet of my life–and most certainly with men! And just what is it that I deserve? EVERYTHING. I deserve your devotion your admiration, your worship, your submission. I want to live my life the way I like it, doing those things I love, putting my talents to good use, and with a man begging at my feet.

How could I be anything but your all-knowing mistress? Erotic humiliation discovering your kinky fetishes, controlling your cock–I come by it naturally!

But you needn’t worry yourself with the how’s and why’s, pet. It only takes one call with me to answer the question, “Why are you a phone mistress?” It’s apparent in the ways I seduce you, the ways I manipulate you, the ways I control you!

Cruel to be kind,

Empress Whitney

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