Whilst I have a few mins, here's a reminder on how you can be of service!!

Spoil me!!

Email Vouchers empress likes

Uber EATS - https://uberuk.launchgiftcards.com/

https://www.highstreetvouchers.com/e-gift-cards/uber-eats-e-gift-card

 (Of course I love food 😘👸🏿)

YoursClothing -

https://www.yoursclothing.co.uk/e-gift-voucher-p

Love2shop 

https://www.highstreetvouchers.com/e-gift-cards/love2shop-e-gift-card

Primark

https://www.highstreetvouchers.com/e-gift-cards/primark-e-gift-card

LoveHoney

https://www.lovehoney.co.uk/gift-card-purchase

Amazon wish list 

https://www.amazon.co.uk/hz/wishlist/ls/1B72GGN3V8UX0?ref_=wl_share

My OF

https://onlyfans.com/blackempress 

Debt Agreement

This is something I set up with a worshipper recently and it's so much fun(for me) I will think of a debt amount, draw up an agreement of monthly/weekly payments in an official contract. You make payments as agreed. It will cost to enter into this agreement. 

Or if you just want to send over a little (or very large) treat via PayPal send to black_empress@hotmail.co.uk.

I detest giving my address out, however there is also the option for you to send me something directly…Do you love the idea of having to take time out your day and go shopping to buy me things? got money stashed in a pillowcase/mattress? Connections where you can purchase things cheaper than retail and want to send me something nice? (Emphasis on nice - plumbers don't be sending me sink parts) Do you want to send me a sweet/snack haul?? Any of the above and more let me know via email and I will give you click n collect/drop point to send the parcel and I will then collect from there.

(If your local to birmingham and can travel and have some sort of freedom for a quick meet/pick up when I'm free we can do a drive buy/walk buy)

Business/ Only Fans / Content

It's been awhile ...

Is everyone back to work now??? My Inbox is no longer popping?!?

I have shared this news with those who have emailed or sent me a WhatsApp's message, however I have been very busy too.

Me and my sister (which some of you may have met previously) are in the process of starting a small business together. So most of my time is filled with creating our website, product sourcing/creating and other bits. We are hopefully going to be in the position to start trading in the next couple of weeks.

How can you be of service? 

1) There are still a few purchases outstanding and if you would like to help out find your way over my amazon wish list https://www.amazon.co.uk/hz/wishlist/ls/1B72GGN3V8UX0?ref_=wl_share

Empress would be very happy with any purchases made, I have coded anything business related with a... wait for it... "B".

2) Trademark costs, we are only starting out little however sky's the limit right?! I would like to Trademark our business name however the costs of this means it's been put on the back burner for now. It's £220 which is the fee plus 1 additional classification. If anyone wants to cover this cost or donate towards it Empress would think you were the best little bitch ever, or if anyone has ever Trademarked a business name before and has advice before I shell out let me know.

3) if anyone has a professional service they think may be beneficial for my business and are willing to offer these services for FREE send me and email detailing how you can be of service. This is a vanilla business, only sensible emails or your getting blocked!? Even if you don't have a "special talent" but have "contacts" 👏🏾Let👏🏾This👏🏾Empress👏🏾Know.

Anywho...

So as well as working my normal Vanilla job (which has been fucking manic lately) and setting up a business with my sister, I have been working on ONLY FANS content?!

Only Fans

Once the website with my sister is live I will be ready to activate my only fans page, I currently have over 100 pictures (which I prob will whittle down to 50) in storage, however I will be focusing on creating more content over the next couple of weeks.

I've already had a few emails with content ideas however if you have anything specific you want to see let empress know (and it may be considered).

I have also added some things to my amazon wish list if you want to purchase some outfits or "props" 😉 for empress to use. These are have OF next to them on the Amazon list.

My plan is to share images, clips, voicenotes and also put tasks for followers up once it's live, for now... due to covid all pictures will solely be empress but once things are a little more relaxed I will meet certain followers for content creating sessions.

That's all from me for now, hopefully will have some time for a few more updates before I set my OF live, so keep checking back .

B.E 👸🏾

Hey!!

Just thought I would post an update whilst I had the chance. Thank you to all who have sent over emails to check up on me. I haven't posted in so long I thought maybe y'all had forgotten about me.

I am currently stuck at home in isolation attempting (and failing) to work my "normal" job. 

If anyone just wants to chat to keep me from going crazy send me over an email.

Anyone who isn't haemorrhaging money want to help empress out, send Snacks.. or Booze... or batteries ;) off my amazon wish list. Or if your extra generous and want to help pay something towards my rent or other bills hit me up on PayPal... or cash app £BEBham

I am getting together some pictures to start my onlyfans off... but until then.... watch this ass.. I mean space ;) 

Check out Black Honey aka Mistress Saskia’s website

Wish it was you....? 

Empress loves getting pampered, specially when one of my bitches pays for it... even more so when I pick out the one guy working in the shop to do my feet..

Just so my mind can go "there"

Pre-holiday pamper

Used and abused by BBW Dommes (Part 1)

Below is a Fan Story written for me ( Fan ML) - I do normally like to edit the stories I receive however haven't had the time with this one. Made for some light reading on my commute to work this morning.

A man describes his time imprisoned and punished by Miss Ebony and her friends in her dungeon where he is humiliated, punished and forced to worship Miss Ebony and her BBW friends.

I awoke in Miss Ebony's prison cell, I was held to the bed by leather straps, the straps held my ankles, hips, waist, chest, wrists and forehead. I could not move. Miss Ebony had shown me some mercy by removing the ball gag. Miss though placed nipple claims on me and crocodile clips on my foreskin. My bum was red from the over the knee spanking I received from Miss Ebony and her friends. On the plus side the chastity device that I had been locked in for three months had been removed but with my wrists strapped down I couldn't do a thing to relieve my frustration.

The door opened and Miss Ebony appeared. She looked amazing, her 40DD boobs were in cased in black leather, she was also wearing leather shorts which encased her large but divine bum and black leather knee boots. Miss also had a leather belt, and the objects caused me distress, there was a stiff leather riding crop, handcuffs and a rubber truncheon.

“Morning slave” Miss Ebony addressed me, “Good Morning Miss” I replied, Miss Ebony smiled as she approached me, “how are you this morning slave? Are you ready for more of the same and more?” She teased me “please Miss Ebony mercy!!” I pleaded, “Mercy???” Miss Ebony teased me, “ah slave, why would we wish to do that? You have been very naughty and you will be punished and humiliated by me and friends today and boy will we have some fun at your expense” Miss Ebony answered. My heart sank and became scared. Miss Ebony looked into my eyes, “ah poor you, and placed her hands on my nipple clamps “we won't cause any permanent damage” she cooed and then gave the nipple clamps a twist. I yelped in pain but Miss Ebony continued to twist them and whispered in my ear how I will be rewarded if I continued to submit to her.

Miss Ebony then turned her attention to my cock, and the crocodile clips that were attached to my foreskin “ooh they look painful, who would do such a thing” and gave a little giggle and gave one of the clips a pull. I shuddered and yelped in pain, any thoughts of mercy were dashed as Miss pulled at the other clips and I wiggled under the straps to try and escape but there was no point as the straps prevent me from any serious attempt to escape the torture.

Miss Ebony looked up at me and saw tears running from my eyes, “aww poor slave” and came up and undid the strap on my forehead and then held my head against her leather clad boobs. Soon my head was being held between these leather clad boobs and Miss Ebony was smothering me between them. I was gasping for breath as my head was between them, it was a mixture of heaven and hell.

“Too much pleasure slave” and gave my nipple clamps another twist “you must me hungry slave and you did not have much to eat yesterday and me and friends think that you should have you fair share of vitamins and iron” Miss Ebony addressed me. “Steff and Jen you can come in now” Miss Ebony told her two fellow BBW dommes.

Steff had red hair and had 36DD boobs and had a full figure, she was wearing a tight fitting t-shirt and black shiny leggings whilst Jen was wearing a PVC bra which just about covered her massive boobs and black leather trousers. Miss Steff was pushing a trolley in but I couldn't make out what the trolley contained.

Miss Ebony reattached the strap to my forehead and I was helpless again and I was not looking forward to what was going to happen next. Miss Ebony took a metal item of the trolley, it was a dental gag!!! Miss Ebony swiftly placed the gag into my mouth. “Ah that is a lovely fit” Miss Ebony teased me. 

Miss Steff and Jen got some items and placed them above my head and gathered around me. “Oh I am sure he will enjoy this” Miss Steff told Miss Jen and all the ladies laughed. Miss Ebony picked something up and held it too my eyes, I was horrified it was a condom filled with liquid which I could only imagine the worst. “Oh yes slave” Miss Ebony teased me “this is from our morning milking of my other slaves, and all of them were in chastity for 4 months and me and girls milked them all dry. Two of them were crying as we milked their seed.” Miss Ebony teased me, “oh yeah slave” Miss Jen continued “the slave I milked begged me to stopped but not a chance, he is now hog tied scrubbing the kitchen floor with a toothbrush in his mouth!!!” Miss Jen laughed.

“Feeding time slave” Miss Ebony said and poured the contents of the condom into my mouth, all the ladies laughed at my face which was reacting to the horror to the vile substance going down my throat. “Want some more slave?” Miss Ebony asked, I shook my head but Miss Steff said “looked he wants more, what a slut” she laughed, my eyes pleaded to Miss Ebony but to no avail Miss Ebony took another condom and empted its contents into my mouth “yum yum slave” Miss Jen laughed “better save some for his supper” “yes” Miss Ebony “answered always nice to treat a slave for supper.”

Miss Ebony took the over condoms away and put them back on the trolley. “I reckon we deserve some worship as thanks, don't we ladies” Miss Ebony asked the other ladies both answered in unison “yes we do” and both smiled.

Miss Ebony undid the leather straps and I was on my knees in front of all the ladies. Miss Ebony pointed at Miss Steff's feet and I knew immediately what I had to do, I started to lick the feet of Miss Steff. I ran my tongue over the toes of Miss Steff and then between them, licking up all the pieces of fluff that was between them “don't miss anything slave” Miss Steff ordered me, I continued my licking to remove any sweat, I imaged the three ladies looking down at my pathetic self licking a BBW ladies feet.

Miss Steff lifted her foot and I had to move into position to lick the sole of her foot “he has learnt well Miss Ebony” Miss Steff told her “of course, if he doesn't do well I lock him in the pillory and give him a 100 strokes of the cane and give him my chilli sauce enema!!”Miss Ebony answered. 

I continued to lick the feet of Miss Steff until I was ordered to stop and stay on my knees. Miss Jen then stood in front of me and lowered herself into my eyes, “I hope that tongue is good” and then turned around and then I was faced with a huge mound of flesh. Then Miss Jen pulled her trousers and Miss Ebony held my head then pushed into Miss Jen's bum. “Get licking slave” Miss Ebony I struggled to get my tongue out and started to lick Miss Jen's bum. Miss Ebony moved my head around Miss Jen's bum and then my tongue was between Miss Jen's bum cheeks and I was soon licking Miss Jen's arse, “get your tongue in there slave” I heard and Miss Ebony pushed my head further into Miss Jen's arse.

I continued to lick for what seemed ages then Miss Ebony pulled out my head, “oh he is good” Miss Jen said, “but he needs a wash after that.” Miss Ebony grabbed my ear and pulled me to the toilet and to my horror shoved my head down the toilet and pulled the flush but did not pull head out after the flush but kept it there, I then knew why when the flush went again covering my head in more cold water.

Miss Ebony pulled me out and grabbed me again by the ear so I was soon in front of the two other ladies. I was soon surrounded by the three ladies. Then without warning Miss Ebony kicked me in the balls, I collapsed to the floor “did that hurt slave?” Miss Ebony laughed at me, “I think we should have some fun upstairs.

Miss Ebony attached a chain and strap to my balls and led me to her front room. Miss Ebony kept hold of the strap and I saw Miss Jen and Steff pick up two riding crops. Miss Ebony told me the two ladies had two minutes to hit me wherever they liked and I could only avoid the blows by having my balls tugged. I had two choices have pain in my balls or all over.

Miss Jen landed the first blow soon followed by Miss Steff, the blows landed one after another but when I tried to avoid them Miss Ebony tugged the strap attached to my balls and I yelped out in more pain. I was in pain from both the riding crops and Miss Ebony tugging the strap and after the time was up I was in tears, begging for mercy from the three BBW vixens. I kissed Miss Ebony's leather boots begging her for mercy. All I could here was laughter from the three ladies.

Miss Ebony pulled me by the hair and ordered me to shut up and spat in my face, then the other two ladies came up to me and spat in my face as well and soon my face was covered in their spit. Miss Jen took a number of photo's of me covered in their spit, “I may have that as my wallpaper on my phone” and gave out a laugh.

As I knelt in front of them covered in their spit, Miss Ebony said I needed refresher training in being a door mat. I was then ordered to lay on the floor facing upwards. The three dommes then took it in turns to walk all over me. Each lady in turn making sure that they stood full weight on my balls. I groaned in agony under each step they took.

I was then ordered to lay on my back and the three ladies then stood on me and trampled their feet, I had been reduced to nothing but a doormat for their feet. All the ladies laughed at me calling me a worthless piece of trash.

After this I was told to lay on my front again, whilst Miss Ebony left the room. She soon appeared carrying a box. Miss Ebony then stood above my shoulders and lowered herself down and then I was smothered in her leather clad behind. I struggled for breath and every thirty seconds or so she lifted her bum so I could gasp for breath. Whilst I was under her bum my balls started to sting and I knew what was happening, the two other ladies were rubbing stinging nettles on my cock and balls. I tried to move my legs but one of the ladies sat on my ankles, I was helpless. I was being suffocated and tortured at the same time. I could hear laughter from my leather bum prison. After what seemed an age I felt a cooling liquid on my balls followed by a cold metal device and more groping and laughter. 

To my horror I soon felt a searing heat on my cock and balls, I was close to passing out due to Miss Ebony's smothering but to my relieve Miss Ebony got up. The two other ladies pulled me up by my ears and I was crying in pain. They dragged me to a mirror and Miss Ebony pointed at my cock and balls. “Slave, your cock has been locked in a Kali's teeth and metal chastity device so any time you start to get hard little spikes in the Kali's teeth will cause you pain and to add to your discomfort we have covered your balls in extra strength deep heat” and let out a laugh. To my further horror the ladies posed next to me when Miss Ebony took photo's of me. “Say cheese” Miss Ebony told me and all I could do was cry in shame.

Miss Ebony then addressed her friends “I think he needs a rest before tonight's fun, you two go and get me slave nine from the cells, he needs a good whipping” and then grabbed my ear and pulled me back to my cell. When I was in my cell, she lead me to school desk. “Time for some lines before tonight, slave, I want 1000 lines I am Miss Ebony's worthless slave and if you do not finish it you will give blow jobs to my other slaves” Miss Ebony commanded, “yes Miss Ebony” I replied and started to write my lines like the worthless slave I am.

Boredom strikes..... (Ur ass hard with a cane)

Soooo... I have a little time off work thanks to my doctor...it's been 2 days and im already bored as hell...

Although I'm supposed to be "taking it easy" (what ever that means) I've managed to get all my Xmas shopping done, exhausted all the interesting films on Netflix, masterbated a obseen amount of times and fantasised about all sorts of filth.. All whilst purposely forgetting to change my pants. I have invited a friend of mine over tomorrow, and he has no idea but I'm going to make him sniff them, prehaps clean them with his mouth if I'm in a particularly nasty mood. Not sure how well that's going to go down but who gives a fuck right... Either way I'm going to get what I want.

Anyway.. Boredom strikes for today so decided to don my swimming costume and admire my curves,... And I also took some photo's

Enjoy

As I'm off work now would be the perfect time for those who want to send me Christmas gifts to crawl kn over to my amazon wish list

http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/aw/ls/ref=aw_wl_lol_wl?ie=UTF8&lid=1B72GGN3V8UX0

I particularly want the Wii U, however if your pockets can't stretch that far for this amazing black goddess then there other things on my list which I will be happy with. 

This wish list doesn't tell me who purchases what, so if you want to be abit more personal send me an amazon.co.uk gift card to my email with a message (black_empress@hotmail.co.uk)

Any one interested in a Munch???

Those of you who know me know that im a social butterfly (a sexy one at that.. Fuck modesty) I have a huge range of friends all in different circles all up and down England, and further a field.

After speaking to a few subs about if they have been active on the fetish munch/club/meet scene and alot have said no!?! I suppose it only interests a few people depending on what there poison is. I myself am guilty of the same recently, as haven't been out on the fet scene in awhile for various reasons.

I've been to Birmingam Bizarre Bazzar a fair few times (brumbazaar.co.uk) and enjoyed myself buy new equipment in the markets and having a play around at the after market party,

I've also been to Camden Crunch down in London, which was an amazing experience. Met some new faces and old faces from down in the area.

Exodus (exodusuk.com) is also another amazing place I went to went to with Ms Saskia and a sub. I believe the party they held was an invite only one, but if you ever get an invite jump at it!!!

I met the amazing Ms Saskia at a small munch in a quiet pub in Bham she organised in summer of 2007 and have been best of friends since.

I often make social time for subs I have know for awhile, such as going cinema, out for meals, club nights etc etc

Anyway I digressed a miniscule amount away from the point of this update and got side tracked by thinking of the good times I've had at munches/meets before. I have been speaking to Ms S (black honey) and we have been talking about arranging possible meets, I say meets and not munches as what we do during the meets will vary. It might be that one month we meet and go for a drink, another month we meet and head down to the London Torture Gardens (torturegarden.com), or head cinema, head to Amsterdam for the weekend, go to other munches as a group etc I guess the list of things to do is only as restricted as your mind is.

If your interested in being part of something like this, wether I've met you or not, wether your submissive or dominant, a switch, male or female, a couple or poly, even if not from bham then drop me an email and I will collate numbers and see if we can get it started.

relaxing sunday....

I've had a very relaxing Sunday doing sweet FA, did a few Skype sessions, looked up a hellova lot of face-sitting porn and had several cold showers to try and keep cool.

decided to take a few pics of me "having fun" with my life sized teddy bear... ild be lying if i said i wasn't thinking of someone in particular who ild love to be punching in the head whilst collapsing there lungs with my thick thighs....

O yer Amsterdam... (Includes clips for sale link)

I'm back...!! I had an amazing time and took some clips, one of which is up on my clips for sale site already. There are more clips to come but rather than fucking about and waiting till everything is uploaded I've decided to post the link (and prob repost in a thousand times again later).

Taaaahh Daaaahhh

Currently in the process of organising a trampling shoot and wrestling shoot... Watch this space..

Contact info for London Sessions!!

Will have limited internet access over this weekend as im in London. If you wish to contact me to book a session.

My contact number is - (has been removed by moi!)

Single, Double and Triple sessions will be available with Myself, Mistress Saskia & Mistress Diva. (link to Mistress Diva's site is below)

Single Session - £120ph
Double Session - £185 ph
Triple Sessions - £220ph

Half hour sessions will also be available

Single session £60
Double Sessions £100
Triple Sessions £140

Will be in London from 17th - 19th Feb.

(http://www.bbwmistressdiva.co.uk/) - Mistress Diva's website

London Soon!!

London Soon....!!!!

Check out http://ebony-bbw-domination.yolasite.com/ for more info on bookings and more pictures!!!

(contact number available for session bookings, email me on Black_Empress@hotmail.co.uk

Face Sitting Story! - Face Hopper

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

 - Face Hopper

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CHAPTER 1

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.

CHAPTER 2

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.

CHAPTER 3

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.

CHAPTER 4

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.