Tuesday, 27 December 2011

Breast Smothering.......?

Breast Smothering........

I havent smothered someone with my 48 HH breast in awhile, i think im having withdrawal symptoms....

Keep finding myself day dreaming about smothering everyone with them...

Tom Cruise (yes watched the new movie today thought it was awesome) 
Terry Hollands 
My Taxi Driver 
My Neighbour 
The fucking cunt who snippered the handbag i wanted in the boxing day sale. 
The Butcher

The Baker

The Candle stick Maker... 

You get the gist... been a long time haha.


****LONDON - FEBRUARY 2012***** 17th & 19th February 2011,

****LONDON - FEBRUARY 2012*****

Birmingham's greatest Black Domme Duo Mistress Saskia & Black Empress will be staying in a central London apartment between the 17th & 19th February 2011,

Session Rates

1 HOUR - £180
2 HOURS - £360
3 HOURS - £540

Please note that no HS is offered during double sessions. (You may book me or Ms Saskia solo however rate is the same PH....)

if there is something you wish to happen during your session which is not listed on mine or ms Saskia's profile email me to discuss.

If you wish to discuss sessions longer than 3 hours or an overnight session contact me.

A 40% deposit will need to be paid to secure your bookings if not a previous Client of me or mistress Saskia. No exceptions. Should Black Empress or Mistress Saskia be unable to attend the session, deposits will be paid back in full.

Due to the popularity & demand of Mistress Saskia & Black Empress in London it is suggested you book sooner rather than later!!!!

Monday, 12 December 2011

Thursday, 24 November 2011

Black Empress about to sit on Slaves Face

It's a shame this blog prevents me from uploading other pictures......

Great time @ BBB 20/11/11

I had a great time at BBB with Mistress Saskia. Plenty of new faces, and old. Wasn't as busy as normally is but heard erotica was on down in London last weekend as well... dohh!!

Face Sitting Story! - Face Hopper

Here's a facesitting story that I always read again and again....

 - Face Hopper


He couldn’t move a muscle. All he could do was stare up at the soft toned spot light that shone into his eyes. He tried to turn his head but it was trapped, encased in a rubber like material. They had done something to his throat. It was sore and he felt a strange sensation as he breathed. And then her face appeared above, blocking the light as she moved into his eye line. She was holding a glass of champagne and had a self-satisfied smirk across her face. And then he understood. It had been her all along.

He had been kidnapped the week before and for the first few days they had systematically tortured him until he was a broken man. There must have been seven or eight of them, maybe more, all female. They were brutal women, not from Poland. More like Albania or Bulgaria. Some country like that. He couldn’t be sure but geography didn’t concern him. Survival was his first priority.

They would come into his cell, night and day two or three at a time and lay into him with knotted ropes and cattle prods. Sometimes they would stub their cigarettes out on him or push things into his anus or kick his genitals as hard as they could. They all seemed to enjoy their work. As the days passed they began making him do things like crawl over to them and kiss their feet, or bark like a dog and lick the floor. A couple of the more exuberant girls would make him go on all fours and give them horsey rides around his cell until he would collapse from exhaustion. They would then gleefully beat him some more as a punishment for his failure. Within a week he had signed over all his money and possessions and then to their delight they made him beg to eat their shit. The triumphant women stood watching him, jeering as he was forced to swallow their excrement. Job done. He was ready to go to work.

She took another sip of champagne and looked down at his helpless face. If he didn’t look quite so ridiculous with his face moulded into the bouncy space hopper she might almost have felt sorry for him. He was so in love with her. She smiled to herself at the thought of all the money she’d been paid and felt herself getting wet remembering the video they’d taken of him being tortured. Kaska always loved to see men suffer and boy, had they made him suffer. She stared down at her husband of three months. Although she couldn’t see it she knew they’d cut into his windpipe and placed a breathing tube there to stop him suffocating. Not because they cared whether or not he lived or died but merely for the comfort of the female client pleasuring herself on his mouth and nose. It was all so terribly brutal and for a moment she felt a slight regret. Then he made the mistake of begging for her help. As he tearfully pleaded with her she stopped feeling sorry for him. She hated seeing a man so pathetic. How could he have such little pride in himself, to be reduced to begging for mercy. This guy was such a loser and to think she’d actually stooped so low as having to marry him. His whimpering had become totally annoying so without removing her tight jeans she sat down heavily on his face to shut him up. It worked well and her husband was silenced as her bottom descended and she began to bounce. She bounced on his face harder and harder. This was fun! Her hand disappeared into her jeans and her fingers began to rub her engorged clitoris. The fact that he was so in love with her, and the depth of her betrayal made it even more enjoyable and after ten minutes she had the most fantastic orgasm. She got up and took a last look down at his contorted face. She could see the stitch marks from the pockets of her jeans appear as red lines on his face. She blew him a sarcastic kiss and waved goodbye. It was the last time Kaska Sanderson saw her husband.

Bob Sanderson had met her four months before. Kaska was only twenty three. She was from Poland and very pretty. He was a shy Londoner ten years older. She’d chatted him up in a bar, taken him home with her and fucked him like he’d never been fucked before. Within a month they were married. How could he ever have suspected her motives? How could he have known she’d engineered the whole marriage in order to steal his money and sell him into slavery? The idea was absurd yet here he was. He’d tried to turn his head away when Kaska had sat on his face, but he was stuck fast and his nose eyes and mouth had taken the full force as she had bounced heavily up and down. He’d never dealt with this sort of brutality before and he resigned himself to the thought that he might not survive. Bob prayed for a quick painless death but instead he got Melissa Bennett.


Melissa Bennett had discovered the Femi Bar six months earlier. She was a bright young thing of twenty seven. She had a good job in a public relations company, had a boyfriend, plenty of money, a nice car, but when she visited Poland on a business trip and discovered the Femi Bar, Melissa’s life changed.

Melissa had got herself lost strolling about Warsaw’s back streets and happened upon an unassuming drinking establishment. Having been walking for some time she decided to stop off and have a couple of beers. Melissa assumed it was a lesbian bar because there were only women, no men in the place. She was wrong. The bar lady spoke a little English and Melissa struck up conversation. She found out that the place was called Femi Bar. It was a unique establishment where for a price, ladies with a sexually sadistic streak could indulge in a number of personal fantasies, and the extremity of these fantasies were unlimited depending on how much money these ladies were prepared to spend.

As this was explained, Melissa felt herself get wet and for the first time in her life confided her darkest sexual desire to the bar maid. She was in some unobtrusive backstreet bar in Warsaw. Who was going to find out? Her anonymity was guaranteed. The barmaid smiled and told Melissa that hers was a very common fantasy and the Femi Bar catered for that very thing. Melissa was led into a sterile white tiled room. There was a harsh strip light on the ceiling and the room smelt faintly of bleach. In the centre was a sturdy piece of furniture that locked an unfortunate man into the very position that Melissa had fantasised about for so many years. Seeing a man’s face peering out from the centre of a modified riding saddle, held in place, immobilised. This was a vision she’d masturbated to for so long, and now it was real.

She’d never been more turned on in her life. She touched his face. The face was long and thin, the nose was perfect in size and shape, and the part that thrilled Melissa the most was that his poor helpless little head was totally trapped in a facing up position just level with her knees, and whatever she chose to do to him, nobody that she knew would ever find out. As these thoughts went through her head she removed her trousers. Her knickers were soaked. She looked down at him and fingered herself. She threw a leg over and straddled his face. In one swift move she pulled her sodden knickers to one side, opened her bum cheeks and without shame placed her naked anus onto his mouth and banged him once on the head as the barmaid had instructed her. Immediately his tongue snaked into her anus. She arched her back and pushed down hard causing his nose to slide up her cunt and for the next five minutes Melissa Bennett fucked the strangers face as hard as she could. She pounded away oblivious to anything but her own pleasure. Her orgasm was mind blowing. She sat for a couple of minutes longer recovering and enjoying his desperate struggle for breath before a polite knock on the door signalled her time was up. She pulled on her trousers and went back to the bar without so much as a glance at the battered face she’d just fucked so hard. The bar was pretty quiet. After such a mind blowing experience Melissa couldn’t understand why the place was so empty. If she could only convince the owners to let her do some promotional work for them she was certain it wouldn’t be empty for much longer. Melissa Bennett knew a good business opportunity when she saw one.

The Femi Bar, it turned out, was owned by three Albanian women. They ran an all female gang dealing drugs in Albania and Italy. The gang developed a taste for sexual sadism when punishing criminal rivals and late payers, and so the Femi Bar came to be. Part drugs shop, part money laundering operation, part private sex club, and on the face of it, just another lesbian bar in a down market district of Warsaw. So dangerous and so seedy and so appealing to a middle class English girl in search of adventure and sexual debauchery. Extending her trip Melissa visited the Femi Bar every day making full use of the sexual amenities available. She made it her business to get to know the women who owned the place. Working in PR Melissa knew how to get on with people when she had to, and despite the language difficulties befriended the Albanians. She convinced them of the profit potential and within a fortnight she had become Femi Bar’s new business manager.

The business was by no means straight forward. The most obvious problem was the illegality of the place. Not only did they kidnap, torture and eventually kill a number of unfortunate males, but the bar was also a front for money laundering and selling drugs. Local police were paid off and turned a blind eye but more effective was the fact that some of the clients themselves were either local female politicians and police officers or they were the wives of high ranking officials. This afforded the Femi Bar a huge level of protection from the law and enabled them to go about their wicked business unhindered.

The kidnapped men, or meat as they were referred to, were mainly from Italy and Albania. When Melissa first visited the Femi Bar, there were three unfortunates who indulged the perverted pleasures of the female clientele. One, as first discovered by Melissa, was used for oral sex, another was locked face up in a commode and used as a toilet, and the third was an object for torture, and depending on how much money changed hands, mutilation and murder. Life expectancy could be numbered in days, sometimes hours, so there was always a need to find a constant source of fresh meat. Being the practical woman that she was, Melissa came up with a brilliant idea. She recruited pretty young Polish girls to target single males from all over the world. These men would have little if no family, few friends and plenty of money. On a global basis there was a plentiful supply of this type of male. Now, not only did Femi Bar have a near endless source of new victims, but each new victim brought in wads of cash.

Within a few months Melissa had increased the Femi Bar’s profits a thousand fold. It had been Melissa’s idea to hugely expand the number of male victims available to Femi Bar’s clients. It had been her idea to sell videos of them being tortured and abused. It had been her idea to decorate the place in a more tasteful and female friendly way. It had been her idea to attract an international clientele and to promote the wildest hen parties on the planet. But her greatest idea of all and the one that had brought the most women through the doors was the face hopper. It was a stroke of genius.

Melissa, along with a large percentage of Femi Bar’s customers absolutely loved sitting on men’s faces. The problem had been that clients often got carried away and either suffocated their “face seats” or broke too many skulls and facial bones. There were also complaints that the oral sex slaves weren’t being consistent with their tongues because of their constant struggle to breathe. The face seats themselves were easy to replace but if they were able to breathe consistently and if their survival time was extended, the face seats became more skilled at pleasuring Femi Bar’s clientele. A few selected victims needed to be kept alive longer whilst making sure not to detract from the customers fun and natural exuberance. Inserting a breathing tube into their wind pipes was an obvious move but Melissa’s big idea was to also have the unfortunate males head somehow incorporated into a big bouncy ball, like a fit ball in a gym or the space hoppers from the seventies.

One of Femi Bar’s many new clients from the United States was an artist who worked with rubber and after listening to Melissa’s idea, she made the Face Hopper. It looked incredible, like a short bench with a large bouncy ball incorporated at one end. The victim was locked into the bench unable to move. The back of his head was held firmly in place and his face protruded from the top of the bouncy ball forming a convenient seat or saddle. There were two handles on the side of the ball for the “face rider” to grab onto. The entire contraption was moulded from a blue translucent rubber-like material and once inflated the Face Hopper worked better than could ever have been imagined. It was an instant hit. Stunning to look at and so much fun to use. Melissa had three built.


Bob Sanderson was going to be Melissa’s pet project. Melissa had plans for her newly acquired Englishman. In a way he was lucky. It wasn’t like he was one of those poor fuckers in the toilets or even worse, in the torture chambers. She looked down at him and felt herself dampen at the thought of breaking him in. One of the perks of the job. Melissa attached the obedience electrodes and began his painful tuition in the art of pleasuring a woman, but it was more than just that. He was to be trained for a niche market. Bob Sanderson would be the first interactive face seat catering to an international clientele.

Apart from teaching him how to orally service the paying punters, Melissa’s idea was to train him almost like an English butler, calling the clients ma’am, speaking to order. The other male slaves at the Femi Bar were forbidden to speak, but for Bob it would be different. She knew that this would go down a storm with the hen parties. He’d be forced to thank clients for the abuse they meted out to him and he’d be made to beg for more on order. And whatever they wanted, he’d have to say yes ma’am, no ma’am, three bags full ma’am. Melissa loved this idea and simple though it was, the “yes ma’am man” as Bob was to become known, proved yet another huge financial success for the Femi Bar.

The first hen party to use the yes ma’am man had a great night. It was an astute bit of PR by Melissa. They’d come all the way from Australia, a group of six. One of the bridesmaids ran a popular internet blog promoting the abuse of men by women, and Melissa had offered an all expenses paid trip in return for a positive write up on the website. The bride to be and her friends had a great time bouncing on Bob’s face, and as the evening progressed they became increasingly more lewd and raucous. Fuelled by free drink and drugs the girls had what they all agreed was the best night of their lives. They all liked him begging for stuff and he had to sound convincing. He had to beg them to fuck his face, to allow him to lick them out, to allow him to give them a good rimming. And then, when he’d done his job, he’d have to thank them for the honour. As with most parties that would use him in the future, the girls would always find the whole scenario most amusing. It was less about sexual fulfilment, although that definitely played a part. It became more about having a laugh with your mates.

Bob, and also Melissa quickly learnt that groups of drunken girls inevitably found toilet humour the funniest. The Australian girls taught him his first lesson. They were all drinking heavily and every time one of them needed a piss Bob was made to beg to be allowed the honour of serving as a urinal. They would squat over his mouth and make him swallow it all but as they got drunker, they would sway more, pissing all over his face. They kept calling the cleaning girl to wipe him up. She was called into the room eight times. Melissa made a mental note to employ more cleaning ladies. She sensed that the day to day running of an increasingly busy Femi Bar would be a messy business, especially for the new yes ma’am face hopper. When the Aussie girls had finished Bob was forced to thank them for allowing him the honour of being their toilet. The joyfully drunk hen party left the room laughing their heads off.

The brides maid who ran the website especially enjoyed the way he could be made to say anything they might find amusing and the ensuing write up was glowing in it’s praise for the Femi Bar and it’s yes ma’am face hopper. The positive publicity ensured an ever increasing number of sadistic and perverse women who would keep Bob busy in his new job for a long time to come. They would fly in from all over the world, groups of girls and women out to have their fannies and arses licked and to have a bit of a laugh.

Day after day they came to use him. Group after group. For each party of girls that used the face hopper a truly debauched night of sadistic fun and sexual fulfilment was guaranteed. For Bob it was humiliation and foul debasement of the crudest and often most disgusting kind. Cleaners were always at hand and kept busy wiping his constantly soiled face with perfumed disinfectant wipes. After each group had finished the room was cleaned and made ready for the next clients. Femi Bar employed it’s cleaning ladies from Albania, rural peasants who jumped at the chance of any kind of work in a major European city.

It was their job to clean and take care of the face hoppers along with the other doomed male victims. When the Femi Bar was closed they stayed on the premises to feed, clean, exercise and resuscitate the tortured and broken men. Their unprecedented access to the men at Femi Bar gave them a very real power of life or death. These were completely uneducated females from remote and very much male dominated villages in Albania. Most of them had been abused by men all their lives. Suddenly, absolute power had been placed into the hands of these simple peasant girls and it brought out a deeply engrained hatred of men. This was manifested in a grim cruelty over their charges. Some of the men suffered terribly under their hands. Bob managed to avoid the severest treatment by making sure his tongue and mouth kept them sexually pleasured. Before they left their villages, receiving oral sex was never considered. Bob’s well trained tongue was a new pleasure they never tired of. Other males fared less well.

The men that served in the Femi Bar as torture victims, toilets and oral pleasure seats had once lived lives. They had jobs, hopes and ambitions. They’d laughed. Now they were chattels. Expendable assets in a cash rich and very profitable business. Bob was lucky. The cleaners liked his servile ways and his strange language. More importantly he was Melissa’s pet project and the cleaners knew better than to piss off one of the managers. Other more expendable men were selected and the cleaning ladies would often spend a gruesome evening torturing them to death. It didn’t bother the owners of Femi Bar. A good turnover of men was good for business. Another bank account to plunder, another “Breaking Them In” DVD to sell on the internet.

One horrific cruelty practised by the cleaning staff involved taping the mouth of one of the commode slaves. The flusher was disabled and because he was unable to swallow the sewage, he slowly drowned in an ever rising level of piss and shit. A lot of the nastier clients loved to contribute to his early and foul demise and they were willing to pay. These special toilets became a feature and the cleaning staff were given a percentage of the extra income. The Femi Bar was a fair and happy place to work if you were female.


As days passed into weeks Bob became almost numb to the awful abuse that was dealt out to him. It always started the same. He would hear the girls open the door and within seconds they were all gathered around looking down at him, talking excitedly to each other and generally laughing a lot. He always looked straight up making sure not to catch anyone’s eye. Melissa would introduce Bob and he would have to recite the welcome speech that Melissa had made him learn. It went something like this.

“Welcome to the Femi Bar. Thank you for coming to use the face hopper. I am here to ensure that you all have a fantastic time. My sole aim is to please you. Please use me in any way that gives you pleasure. I will do whatever I’m told. It is truly an honour to serve you.”

The clients loved it. Melissa would congratulate the bride to be or the birthday girl, whatever, and then as an extra touch she would tell the girls that if they had any complaints about the service, to just let her know, and the face hopper would be severely punished. It highlighted to the clients their total power. The final touch in a brilliant marketing strategy. Then Melissa left the room and Bob was left to the mercy of the party.

It was the little things that kept Bob sane. Different parties treated him in different ways and different girls had different preferences. As his experience grew he formed a list of categories to describe the types that used him. There were shy girls, and girls that felt a little embarrassed who were just going along with their friends. Most of his clients loved having oral sex but it was rarely that simple for Bob. The girls that visited the Femi Bar liked to take advantage of Bob’s helpless position. The nastier they were, the more of a laugh they all had. It was about having fun by making the face hopper suffer. There was the dirty knickers brigade and the pissy chicks. There were face fuckers, face farters, arse lickers and a host of other sub-categories. In his mind the game was to work out the types before Melissa left the room. Sometimes this was easy and sometimes not. Most groups were a mixture of all sorts.

The best he could hope for were the shy girls. Girls that were all a little embarrassed, each taking turns in tentatively perching on his face and bouncing a little. They would drink quite conservatively and the most arduous task Bob was made to perform was perhaps to give oral sex to a few of them. These girls would be polite, almost apologetic. Bob wished all the girls who used him were like this, but they weren’t. Most of the girls that frequented the Femi Bar were far from shy.

Drink played a big part in any party. The more the girls drank, the rougher it was for Bob. If they snorted cocaine it was even worse. Most of the girls that sat on Bob’s face wanted a bit of a sexual thrill and a good laugh. Both were had at Bob’s expense. One group he remembered had the words “Lisa’s hen party. Kiss my ass!” printed on the seat of their knickers. Lisa’s hen party was a group of five girls from Houston Texas. They’d travelled all the way to Poland just to have a go on the face hopper. They loved Bob’s English accent and made him tell each of them how beautiful they were. They were all over weight and none too attractive but Bob was made to describe their beauty in great detail. Each time he stuttered or paused the girl whose great beauty he was describing would take her turn in dropping down as heavily as possible on his face and then taking a drink of tequila followed by lemonade, and then vigorously bouncing to “shake the cocktail.”

As the Texan gals got drunker their eager fingers pulled the gusset of their knickers aside and Bob’s tongue was put to good use. Unusually none of the girls in Lisa’s hen party actually removed any undergarments. The special hen party knickers stayed on all night. The girls ended the evening very drunk taking turns in getting Bob to “kiss their cute Texan asses goodbye.” He never did find out why none of them removed their knickers. Some sort of pre-hen party pact Bob guessed. It was the easiest night he would have for a long time.

Knickers played a big part in Bob’s new life. There were some groups of girls, usually younger, early or mid twenties, that Bob identified as the dirty knickers brigade. Sometimes he knew as soon as they gathered round him. He could smell. They were usually British, sometimes Australian also Indians. They’d snigger or laugh and glance at each other knowingly as he gave his welcome speech and promised his complete obedience.

It was only Bob’s second day imprisoned in the face hopper and he was still in a state of terrified shock. It was to be his first experience of the dirty knickers brigade. This particular foursome were drug dealers from the north of England, all big girls, connected to the Albanian gangsters who owned Femi Bar. They were a tight knit gang who wanted to celebrate their mate’s twenty seventh birthday by having “a right fucking laugh.”

As he recited his welcome speech to the smirking girls he caught the smell of stale urine and as soon as Melissa left the room, one of the girls explained how they’d had a dirty knickers competition and he was to be the judge. Bob instinctively replied “yes ma’am. It will be a great honour for me.”

When the four girls from Manchester had finished laughing, they pulled off their jeans and tights and extremely well soiled panties. Each girl made him sniff the most heavily soiled part of her own particular entry into the dirty knickers competition. Fuelled with alcohol and cocaine the girls explained to Bob how many days they’d worn their knickers. They lovingly showed him each piss stain and skid mark, trying to make each other laugh with just how crude and vile they could be. The birthday girl had a pair of large cotton knickers with a Union Jack design. She’d worn them for five days and slept in them too. He couldn’t believe anyone could be so filthy. He would soon learn this level of filth was normal in his new job. The gusset was dark yellow and there were two really nasty brown stains slightly further back. The very drunk and drugged up birthday girl dragged the offending garment over Bob’s nose. The stink was awful and Bob retched. The girls cheered and he retched again as she forced him to closely inspect the terrible skid marks at the back. “Guess who gets to clean them” she said to him. The girls were finding it all very funny but the biggest laugh of the night was when they actually made him beg to be given the honour of mouth washing the heavily stained items.

The birthday girl pushed her knickers into his mouth. She warned Bob that he’d better get the stains out or she’d complain about him. Bob tried desperately to clean them as she sat naked on his masticating jaw and snorted a big line of cocaine. As the drug took effect she manoeuvred her rather dirty and smelly bottom over his nose and dropped down. A few seconds later she released a loud and smelly fart. Bob was too shocked to hear the hysterical laughter above. The fart had rasped across his face and he was gagging from the stench that shot straight up his nose. He tasted the shit and piss from the knickers and gagged again. He was desperate not to be sick otherwise he’d surely choke. The girl sitting on his face was laughing too much to care. She farted again. Then she got up and another girl took her place on the face hopper. For the next three hours his face was relentlessly pounded. He was degraded and abused in an endless variety of vile and filthy ways. A perfect prelude to his future life at the Femi Bar. He tried to blank out the horror by thinking of other things but this only led to even greater fears. Bob’s mind drifted to thoughts about the girls and women he’d known back in London. He found himself wondering which of them might visit a place such as the Femi Bar. 

Thursday, 17 November 2011

Sissy Slaveboy Gets Trapped & Blackmailed Pt 4

So my new life as Empresses "girl" was cemented and had begun...
The Depo Provera had been injected a week ago to the day and the effects had taken hold in a big way.
Empress had not been in touch since that fateful day of my chemical castration and was clearly leaving me to accept my new role and what the future held for me.
My chest was beginning to swell and the hair on my body was changing and thinning out by the day.
The most noticeable effect was that my "cock" was now limp and lifeless and was now just a "clit". No amount of wanking or stimulation would get so much of a twitch from my once manly dick of which i had once been so proud.
My thoughts were no longer filled with sexual content and i had become more "girly" as each day passed since the jab.
It was clear Empress had done her research and i was now pretty much the impotent sissy she had intended to make me.
I also knew that many of these side effects would become ever more permanent with each injection that followed to the point where i would be a permanent enuch who would never have the pleasure of an erect cock ever again.
I logged onto my emails later that evening to see an email from Empress entitled "It's time slut".
I tentatively clicked the mail with fear building inside me knowing that this was not going to be something i wanted to read!
The email read as follows...
"Good evening my little sissy whore, i trust you have enjoyed your first week as a woman and i trust the Depo is doing it's job as i'd hoped.
I have given you a week to let the severity of the situation get through that stupid little sissy head of yours and to fully accept and embrace the new you.
I think it only right to give you a new name under the circumstances so from this moment on you will be renamed Annabel. This is the name you will use in any correspondence with me and it is what i and others will know you as from now on.
Annabel. such a prissy, sissy name for such a sissy little bitch.
Well Annabel you may be wondering what i've been doing all week so i will tell you!
As you well know you are now 110% fucked and owned by ME and will remain so for the forseeable future untill i tire of you or sell you on.
With that in ind i have spent the week working out how best to utilise my new asset (annabel) so she can best serve her Empress and fall deeper and deeper into submission.
You know by now that in the coming weeks, months and years that you will be pimped and whored out by ME to provide me with a steady source of income which is what i deserve.
To make sure you are fully ready for this i have been a busy Mistress this week organising your first step on that road.
This week i have been busy advertising a gloryhole session which will take place at my flat where lots of men will be arriving expecting to get the cocks sucked to completion and their cum eaten by a dirty cumslut. That cumslut is YOU annabel.
Saturday morning you WILL be here at 9am to be prepared for a long day at the hole.
You will be further feminised by ME and secured to a chair in the hallway. Infront of that chair is a large wooden board with a gloryhole cut out at cock height through which you will be sucking cock.
So far there are 23 confirmed booking between 10am and 6pm, that's a minimum of 8hrs sucking REAL men for my profit and amusement.
The adverts are still live however and i expect that number to increase significantly before Saturday so as you can see you will be sucking a lot of dick and eating a LOT of spunk.
I have only charged a very minor fee this time to ensure MY annabel builds up a good customer base before i push her deeper and further into her new role.
You my dear annabel will remain firmly chained and bound to the chair for the whole day with a large butt plug inserted deep into MY sissy ass.
Oh and one last thing... i have set the video camera up on your side of the gloryhole to ensure the whole days events are captured for posterity.
See you at 9am annabel, DON'T be late whatever you do..."
That was like a bolt of lightning through my now sissified body and i knew this was the beginning of Empresses plan unfolding before my eyes.
I briefly thought "no way, i'm not doing it" then i realised that it was no longer optional and there was no way i couldn't turn up without my life being as good as over... I really was screwed and i really was about to be whored out and my mouth rented to a string of horny men with balls full of hot sperm.
I had 24hrs to get my head around the idea and it was the longest 24hrs of my sissy life...

Saturday morning arrived and my alarm clock rang out at 7am. I stirred from my slumber and then the realisation of the day hit me.
I jumped out of bed, showered, cleaned out my ass and got ready for the big day.
I arrived early at Empresses and sat outside for 10mins so as not to annoy her by being too early. At five to 9 i walked to the door and knelt as that was what she had come to expect.
The door opened at 9am exactly and i was dragged in by the hair as i stumbled on my knees to follow Empress down the hall.
I immediately saw the large false wall in the hallway which was set to one side to allow passage down the side prior to the arrival of callers.
There was a hole at waist height and my heart skipped a beat as i realise that in one hour the first cock would be poking through it and into my sissy mouth.
I was dragged into the spare room and Empress simply pointed at the clothing laid out and left the room.
I undressed and put on the items she had laid out which consisted of black seamed stockings, suspenders, a black basque, red high heels and a blonde wig.
I looked in the mirror and saw a true slut staring back at me and realised what i had become..
Empress came back in and pushed me to the bed on my bum.
She got to work with some heavy make up which was topped off with some purple eye shadow and heavy deep red lipstick.
"there annabel, ow you are ready to work for me. Keep the lippy to hand as it will need to be reapplied after each load of cum you eat today, understand?"
"Yes Empress" i managed to whimper from my shame.
I was collared and led to the chair in the hallway where i saw a large fat butt plug sat in the centre of the seat.
Mistress pointed out the lube on the floor and said "lube yourself up and sit on the plug annabel".
I took a large glob of lube and rubbed it around my hole then some more over the plug. I turned and backed down onto the plug slowly but firmly.
It was a HUGE plug and i eased it gently inside moaning as it inched my asshole further open and felt like it was going to tear me apart.
Finally Empress tired of my complaints and pushed me of balance hard onto the plug. It popped as it secreted itself deep inside my ass and i gritted my teeth whilst adjusting to the sudden invasion of my ass.
Empress then tied each of my stockinged legs to the legs of the chair with gaffa tape and also bound me round the waist to the chair. She left my hands free knowing i would need them within the next ten minutes when the first cock arrived.
Empress left me in situ and went off for a coffee awaiting the first guest. I heard her casually watchin television whilst i sat femmed, plugged and bound behind the gloryhole contemplating sucking my first ever cock.
About five past ten the door knocked firmly and i heard Empress go to the door but could not see her as the board had been moved now obscuring my vision down the hallway.
I heard Empress talking to a guy and knew that this was it.
I saw her hand reach around the board and click record on the video camera.
"Enjoy" she said to the man "and just let yourself out when you're done".
I heard the lounge door shut as she retired to watch TV and head the man undoing his trousers behind the board.
With that a semi erect black cock was pushed through the hole and and i looked at it in fear and total shame.
I glanced at the camera lens and knew what i had to do...
I reached forward and took the cock into my nervous mouth and began to stroke it and suck it to full erection..
It was now official. I was the working girl of Empress and a pimped sissy whore.
I concentrated on the cock and continued to suck it and lick it until i felt the guy building to orgasm.
Then without warning his cock twitched and pulsed and he let out a small groan as he emptied his big fat balls into my mouth. I gulped greedily trying to eat the cum and swallowed hard as the first ever load slid down my throat and into annabels belly. The cock stayed there and i realised he wanted me to clean him before he left so i lapped up all the cum from around his shaft and sucked his bell end clean.
With that the cock withdrew and he zipped up and left the flat.
This carried on for 8hrs and i lost count of the number of cocks that i sucked that day and the amount of cum i'd eaten.
Each time i'd reapply my lipstick as per my orders and prepare for the next dick.
My ass was broken and sore and my jaw was aching form being stretched and used by cocks of all sizes shapes and colours.
At 7.15pm Empress moved the board and turned of the video camera.
"Well annabel you did well for your first day. 37 cocks in one day at £10 a go.... not bad at all MY slut"
I looked up at her a broken sissy with spunk all over my face, dripping off my chin and my stockings and heels covered in sticky jizz.
"thankyou Empress" i replied in a soft tone, she knew i was broken and at her mercy.
She untied my legs from the chair and stood me up to regain some feeling in my legs which took a few moments.
With that Empress handed me my car keys and ushered me to the front door.
"Bye annabel, oh and i forgot to say, same time tomorrow".
With that she opened the door and pushed me out into the cold dark evening air.
I was in heels, stockings and no underwear with a large butt plug still embedded in my ass. I was dripping in spunk and the door slammed shut locking my male attire inside the flat.
I quietly crept down the stairwell in a state of total disgrace and ran swiftly to my car in heels as best i could.
I drove home glad it was dark and pondering what i had just done for Empress. I knew that no matter what i thought it would all begin again at 10am in the morning and i sobbed quietly as i arrived home and ran indoors...
I was Empresses cumwhore and this was just day one....
to be continued..

Monday, 14 November 2011

BBB 20th November 2011

Me and Mistress Saskia are attending BBB this Sunday, if you want to come along with us, drop me an email



Wednesday, 26 October 2011

BBW Alphabet picture!!

Found this interesting art work whilst browsing the interweb today... not sure on the artist but looks pretty awesome still..

Its almost Xmas!!

Its almost Xmas and i know what your all thinking...(or should be thinking). "Time to start doing lots of overtime so you can afford to splash out on Black Empress"!!

So ive made it easy for all you guys who are wondering what to buy me.

For those of you who want to buy and bring a gift to me - Idea's below...

Smother box - http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/smother-toilet-box-pink-and-black-bondage-fetish-/220832148526?pt=LH_DefaultDomain_3&hash=item336a9f2c2e#ht_1728wt_1110 -

Shenis - http://www.extremerestraints.com/strap-ons_36/the-shenis-urinary-dildo_2589.html -

Faux Leather dress - size 28-30  http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/Black-Faux-leather-Dress-Lace-front-clubwear-fetish-Plus-sizes-22-30-/360404320730?pt=UK_Women_s_Dresses&var=&hash=item92b0490b5e#ht_3916wt_905

Mrs Xmas Fancy dress - perfect for some festive face sitting - http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/Sexy-Mrs-Christmas-Santa-costume-hen-night-fancy-dress-Plus-sizes-16-34-/130588723556?pt=Adult_Fancy_Dress_UK&var=&hash=item64200f2c3d#ht_4800wt_905

Global Gathering 2012 VIP Ticket x2 - http://www.ticketmaster.co.uk/event/1F004712A5EC5B43?majorcatid=10001&artistid=967100&minorcatid=201

Derren Brown Tickets x2 http://www.ticketmaster.co.uk/event/1F0046F9B4196BD7?artistid=1408737&majorcatid=10002&minorcatid=53

For those of you who are to far away or cant come and see me before xmas take a look and spend spend spend on my amazon wish list http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/registry/wishlist/ref=wish_list

Just to clarify... about Double Domme Days

On occasion me and Mistress Saskia may hold doubles day, these are normally at low rates and are held at our incall location on the date & during the time specified....

Doubles day may be last minute and we may also only take on sessions that we are in the mood for at the time, eg, a day of facesitting, or wrestling, or squashing.

Therefore should you wish to book us both outside of the noted doubles date you will have to pay the normal outcall or incall rate for us.

Have had more than one message about getting the doubles day rate on a normal day, thought it was clear enough, that it was only for the set date. however guess not.


Thursday, 20 October 2011

Sissy Slaveboy Gets Trapped & Blackmailed Pt 3

Sissy Slaveboy Gets Trapped & Blackmailed Pt 3

It was a tough morning....
I got up and walked around in a bit of a daze wondering what i had done and what would happen next.
I hoped the whole scenario was a lesson for me concocted by Empress and Saskian to mind fuck me and make me realise how stupid i had been.
I made tea, popped in some toast and sat uncomfortablly to watch something i can't recall on TV.
About 11.15am my mobile shook violently on the table next to the sofa and beeped loudly jolting me to my senses and scaring me so my heartrate rose suddenly.
I knew instantly who it was...
I tentatively picked up my Nokia partly in hope but mainly in fear....
The text read as follows...

"Slut, sissy, bitch, chastity whore, cumslut, blackmailed fucking dog... listen up."

My heart was POUNDING already and i knew the nightmare was starting over yet again...

"Be here on my doorstep at 3pm today. Be knelt on the step, do not knock and do not make any noise. Ensure you are wearing stockings, suspenders, basque and nothing else. Any deviation from this direct order and the pics and videos will be mailed to every contact on your mobile the very minute you fail. See you at 3".

FUCK i thought... i was shaking so badly inside knowing just how screwed i was all over again.
I was totally fucked

I dresses in the required undies and threw over a jacket and tracky bottoms. I drove to Empresses flat and made my way up the stairwell to her door. I took off the coat and trackies and knelt on her step almost without panic this time in a true act of submission, knowing i had no option.....

10 minutes later the door opened and i was dragged in by the hair roughly and without a spoken word.
Empress was harsh and meaningful and i knew this was not going to be a good day for sissy...
Once inside Empress tied me tightly on my back to her weightlifting bench in the middle of the lounge. My arms and legs were bound very tightly and there was no way i could move or do anything to protect my exposed, chaste cock.
Empress wasted no time in explaining why i was there or why i had been summoned to her flat today.

"Ok sissy, listen to me you little cocksucking whore. You already know just how fucked you are and what i will do if you so much as ever question anything i tell you to do or do to you. Have NO doubt i will send the evidence and ruin you if i so much as sniff a hint of disobidience! Today is phase two of your chastity programme... or should i say castration...."
I gulped hard at the very word, fearing the absolute worst that she was about to cut off my testicles right there in her lounge!
She left the room and returned with  a cardboard box about 9" by 3" and waved in under my nose...

"This is a shot of Depro Provera my little soon to be hooker slut.... A female contraceptive injection that has a very unusual effect when jabbed into sissy bois! What you will find is that within 24hrs you will begin to feel rather strange.. different if you will... that is your hormone change kicking in.... You will become ever more submissive, somewhat moody and physically weak and ladylike... In essence this jab will turn you into a girl and will make sure your cock will never work again aslong as this flows in your veins. Impotence and a permanently shrinking cock is the immediate side effect and is precisely why i have chosen it for you. You will remain limp and impotent for at least 12 weeks once injected and your submission to me will reach new levels you hoped you would never see bitch."
I had read up on chemical castration a while back and the worst thing was i knew every word she said was true...
If this jab was done i would be an impotent "girl" within a day with no hope of an erection and a permenent shrinkage to my cock and balls that could never be recovered...
To say i was scared is an understatement! I was shaking all over and Empress was simply laughing at my now hopeless predicament.
Empress said "it's a tradedgy not to savour this moment so i'm going to film this so i can savor the moment".
She set up the video camera and that was it... the scence was set...
Empress clicked record on the video camera and picked up a piece of paper which she carried over and held before me.
"Read it out loud bitch" she said in a very comanding way.
I began to read the words..
"I am sissy bitch of the wonderful and beautiful Empress. Today is the start of something very special and the day slave offers his his most precious gift to Goddess. Today Empress i lie before you and beg for you to rid me of my male bonds and remove all temptation from my mind. Today Empress, sissy begs his all powerful Goddess to castrate him and permanently ruin his last threads of masculinity for ever. I beg you Empress, please inject sissy and bring forth my impotence and step further into submission. I beg you."
As the last word rolled off my tongue Empress simply giggled, screwed up the paper and tossed it into the bin.
"Well Bitch as you asked SO nicely i will grant your request as you have so clearly asked me to do here on video. But just to make sure you don't change your mind.."
With that Empress pulled a ball gag roughly into my mouth and fastened it tightly around my head.
Empress stood over me and removed the Depo shot from it's box. She attached the hypodermic needle to the syringe and plunged it into the vial. She slowly and deliberately drew the shot slowly into the needle as i watched intensely.
With a quick squeeze and flick on the needle it was ready and she smiled and the prospect of what was about to happen.
She moved to the end of the bench and knelt between my open legs...
I panicked and thrashed about in a vain attempt to get free but i knew i would never be free again..
"Hush now little slut, you have begged for this to happen and now it is time."
Empress took her key and removed my chastity device, allowing my cock to spring free.
"Perhaps one last cum is in order slaveboy? Afterall you wont be able to after this jab and your cock will never be the same again, ever."
I was spinning.... i so wanted to feel pleasure but the fear had taken over and i couldn't concentrate on anything.
Empress slowly began to wank my semi erect cock and spat on it to lube her strokes.
Eventually i began to relax a little and enjoy the wanking. She took a small vibe with her other hand, spat on my arsehole and slid it inside. The masturbation and the buzz of the vibe in my ass was amazing, she knew just how to turn on even the most scared of sissies. Empress built her rythum and it was clear i was getting close to blowing my final load.
I began to jolt against my bonds in preperation to shoot my spunk, gasping for breath and desperate to cum.
Then, without a word, Empress let go of my dick, picked up the Depo shot and buried the needle point deep into my ass cheek.
"Well i did say perhaps one last cum, i changed my mind"
With that she pressed the plunger down slowly but firmly and i felt the stinging sensation as the liquid was pumped into my bound body.
It was done. She pulled the needle tip slowly out of me and rose to her feet.
"You are MY fuckin Bitch and don't ever forget it. You will have this done every 3 months from now on without fail. You are a girl now, a slut, a sissy, a dirty little cum bucket".
With that she left the room and i was left to feel the stinging in my ass and the strange feeling as the Depo surged around my bloodstream...
She had done it, she had castrated me and made me her true bitch.

Monday, 10 October 2011

Mistress Saskia & Black Empress Doubles Day - Sat 15th October

Mistress Saskia and I are holding one of our infamous Double Session Days on the 15th October 2011.

Price is £100ph*

Those who are unable to attend but have any suggestions for pictures comment below

Drop me an email at Black_Empress@hotmail.co.uk for more info or to book a session.



*A slight increase from the normal doubles day price however me and Mistress Saskia are heading to Amsterdam in a couple of weeks and are planning on bringing back lots of goodies to our already growing collections. Still a cracking price..

Important info about doubles day  -

Thursday, 6 October 2011

New Camera!!

After breaking my Camera at Global Gathering whilst parting i have finally brought a new one... you guys can expect plenty of pictures of me shortly (once i figure out how to use the camera)

Suggestions welcome....But may be ignored

Very Hot Concert....

I have just got back from a very rowdy Chase & Status Concert...

was amazingly hot.. and im amazingly sweaty.. my clothes are sticking to me. about to hit the sack imaging you pathetic bitches on ur knees begging to sniff my very sweaty panties and bottom...

Also... perfect timing for some foot worship... where are you slaves when you are needed!!!

Thursday, 8 September 2011


Perfect for....................??

off out


Black Empress's dream....

I woke up this morning with the biggest smile on my face ever, I had the most amazing dream ever. I dreamt that I was sitting up high on a solid gold throne, wearing black knee high boots, and black short skirt, black bra, and a fur collared cape. In my hand I had about 30 keys all on one keyring. My slave was on his knees naked (bar his chastity device) kissing and worshiping my boots. Behind slave was a long line of more sluts itching to serve me, all of there cocks locked away with me as the key owner, all holding something in there hands. I kicked my slave out of the way and shouted for the next slave to come up, He ran shakily up to me both petrified and happy at the thought of his chance to serve me, and dropped a handfull of gold coins at my feet. He told me what a good little slut he had been for me, and that he had been very busy sucking cock for me/ cleaning/ taking cock and being an all round whore to get me the gold coins. I told him what a good little bitch he had been and his shaking stopped, (dread to think what I wld have done in the dream if he came bearing nothing) Then I kicked him away and called up the next bitch, and the same thing happened. Except this bitch had a different accent. Seems as though in my dream I have sluts all over the place, was pimping them out and taking 100% of the money earned. I must admit as well as waking up with a big dirty smile I woke up with very moist knickers. I absolutely buzzed off the power I had. One day........ ;)

Muhammad Ali - quote 7/14/2011 7:19:28 AM

7/14/2011 7:19:28 AM

If you even dream of beating me you'd better wake up and apologize. - Muhammad Ali

Wednesday, 7 September 2011

Black Empress is looking for a personal seat/slave....

Black Empress is looking for a personal seat/slave........

Must fit the below...

*Must be as comfortable if not comfort-abler than a sofa 

*Must be able to take my full weight on them
* Must be handy with DIY
*Must be able to act as a vacuum should I need to expel air from my wonderful arse
* Must be able to act as a full toilet (without the gaggin & puking)
*Must be able to handle a severe beating (even more so around that time of the month)
*Must drive and be able to serve at the drop of a very cool New Era hat
*Must have a good tongue should it be needed
*Must not come with emotional baggage
*Must not have any kids wife or girlfriend
*Must have own teeth, hair personality*Must be considered a 10/10 in the looks department
*Must own a nice house with a kitted out dungeon(this must be later put into my name)
*Must earn in excess of £500,000 per annum
*Must have said income paid directly into my bank account
*Must own there own private Jet
*Must also have there own small island which includes a butler
* Must be able to breath through there belly button
*Must know what i want done before i even know myself

Carlsberg don't do personal slaves but if they did......

Tuesday, 6 September 2011

looking for subs for no strings house work September 09 2011

Looking for subs/housemaids/sissy who are available to serve this weekend doing some no strings house work...

There is no normal session fee along for this, but there is a catch... message me for more info if you fit the below criteria.

* Must be willing to work with other subs/slaves sissy's present.

* Are available for at least 2 hours.

* just as with my day job i don't put up with any slackers. Don't apply if you expect to be floating around with a feather duster as you will be booted into a better frame of mind.

Busy weekend...8/30/2011 8:56:29 PM

8/30/2011 8:56:29 PM

Wow.... What a busy weekend.
Had a great session on Saturday with someone I met off collarme, he is now under consideration to be one of my personal bitches!! We will see if he is mouldable.
Sunday I had to go into work..... The joys of having a job..... When I do decide to take on a 24/7 slave they will be made to go out working for me, whether it be sucking cock or an office job...
After work me and my sister went shopping in the bullring for a new bankholiday outfit, spent far to much but black empress always should have everything she wants regardless of price!
Had a great night out Sunday night dancing and partying until 6am in the morning. Monday was a complete right off, spent it in bed with the worse hang over ever... Was worth it though. At least it's only a 4 day working weeking. I'm going to have my prospective personal slave over to do house work and be my personal toilet... 

Another great song of the moment, Ed sheeran...8/27/2011 8:44:27 AM

8/27/2011 8:44:27 AM

Loving this song at the moment....


Riots.....!!8/9/2011 9:41:52 PM

Bluurggghhh!! fucking Riots

Bad times around these parts just now..

Treat Black Empress to personal M&M's mmmmm 8/4/2011 9:27:36 PM

8/4/2011 9:27:36 PM

http://www.mymms.co.uk/customise-mms.aspx - - wow!!

Pink & Purple Gift box with the words Black Empress written on them...

You know you want to spoil me :-)

Website people.... heeelllpppp!!! 8/1/2011 6:42:28 PM

8/1/2011 6:42:28 PM

Any of you subs know how to build websites, and will build me one for free....??! already have a domain name
have it all written up... etc
you will have to build it on a free hosting site and i will just link it to the domain name i already have.
its a simple enough idea/layout i have so doesn't need no top web design person...Needs someone who will put in time to make sure its exactly how i say i want it.
The slut who was building mine is a full of shit prick so no time wasters