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Meet Peter, The Pillow . Peter Pillow Gets Humped

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Lmfao, this is my latest lil bitch mary. The slut messaged me a while back asking to serve, of course after sending in a $$sacrifice$$ and a gift from my wishlist. The slut also confessed to being a lil cock whore, and enrolled in my cock camp.

I decided that marys little cockette was too gross and worthless to ever be used. No cumming for mary the sissy! I did however instruct my lil bitch to lock up her cockette, and name her pillow and make love to it. I told mary that if her cockette ever felt like it was going to cum, that she was to stop grinding her locked up clit dick on peter pillow, and to immediately send in $25.00 ! I have received a few of these lmao.

Look how swollen marys little balls are lmfao. Awww, I can’t wait to watch them turn a lovely shade of blue! I bet they will go from blue to purple as she is choking on a big thick dildo with a fat butt plug stuffed inside of her little slut hole!!!!!

Hmmm what other humiliating things should mary do next? HAHA

 

Confessions Of My Sick Twisted Fuck Alan

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So as many of you have been witnessing, including my extremely hot friends, the merciless and amusing torturing of my lil bitch alan for quite some time now. He is to the point of no return. I commanded him to write a devotional so everyone could read just how FUCKED he is. Here it is.

You too can end up this fucked..all it takes is interacting with me once *devilish smile* to become completely HOOKED (trapped) .

“I started with Empress Vox Siren on March 10, 2014, when I purchased the brain drain mp3. I wanted to see if she was going to affect me or like others I would be disappointed and just delete the file and move on. After listening to it just once I was already being transformed even though I was unaware of the affect that it was having on me.
I started to listen to it several times a day, and started immediately tributing to Empress. I was not aware of what was happening to me until, after several emails to Empress that she said I was fucked and to tell her my darkest fantasy. I complied without hesitating. She replied telling me that I would be so fucked having her fulfill my fantasy. The more I listened to the mp3, and read her words, the more control she had over me.

I then bought the mind cage mp3, and after listening to that file along with the brain drain file, I was really becoming affected by her. At this point I was becoming so weak for her that I was willing to do anything she wanted.
I was falling deeply for Empress. She commanded me to wear a pink frilly women’s thong with flowers on it. Without hesitating I went out and bought a thong and started to wear it. I even sent her a picture of me wearing the thong.

She then commands me to start wearing a butt plug all day at work. At first I was hesitant, but my will to resist was eroding quickly, so I bought an anal training kit. After several weeks of wearing it, I am now up to the largest one and am really enjoying be her sick, twisted fuck.
Again, Empress said I needed a bra to go with the thong. So I went out and bought more thongs, pink, black and red along with matching bras. I was wearing these at work all day long. I even put cotton in the bra to give me breasts. One day after sending in a sacrifice, Empress commanded me to kneel wherever I was and play with my tits. I immediately obeyed her and then realized that I was outside at work with others watching me do this.

I now wear a 38 d- cup bra filled with cotton, women’s thong and mascara, because it pleases and amuses Empress.
My wife found my panties and bra and has divorced me. I now spend all of my free time thinking and worshiping Empress.
One daily task that Empress has me perform, is every thirty minutes I go to the bathroom, strip to my panties and bra, hump the toilet, kiss the toilet with my shimmering pink lipstick covered lips. I wear pink lipstick all the time now, along with the panties, bra, mascara and lipstick.

I want to please, sacrifice, amuse and worship Empress all day long. I am truly proud to be Empress’ sick fuck and look forward to further commands that will enslave me to her forever!!!!”

Proceed With Caution

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Many crawl to me in search of a powerful, beautiful, irresistible and dominant woman to serve. They are bound by a submissive desire that they hope so badly to fulfill and satisfy. If you are reading this, that is most likely describing you. Yes?

If you are drawn to this side, it means that you need a more stern, humiliating, cruel, strict hand. I eagerly dish that out and more. It is AMUSING to me to use you, abuse you, and watch you squirm and ache so badly, as you declare just how fucked you are, as you hand over more of your time, money, and free will.

So many think that they can resist me, or they proceed with what they feel to be caution. Once you are slowly caught in my web, there truly is no escape, unless I make one for you, which means that you failed to serve and amuse me. It is a slow, painful yet pleasurable, thrilling, nerve wracking experience that causes extreme addiction and need. I love to make it a slow cruel journey, because that just makes it more enjoyable for me to watch the transformations take place. And trust me, you WILL be transformed into whatever I want you to be. You will want anything that I say you want. You will never be able to resist me.

Once a curious onlooker who thought he could resist, now a broken down slave bitch, absolutely eager to do and be anything that I say. How exciting! Finally, you have a purpose.

I will get inside of your mind, and I will stay there. It doesn’t matter how cautious you are. I ALWAYS get what I want. Say it , say Empress Vox Siren ALWAYS gets what she wants. Feel how good it feels to say it.

 

Now drop to your knees and confess it again, this time louder, make the words count, hear them echoing inside of you. You are so fucked.

You will begin to think of me more, ache to serve and $$sacrifice$$ to me more, learn more about me, need to please me. Need to get my attention and keep it. Such a needy bitch~ Admit it, you are fucked. You want to be consumed by my power. Beg to kneel before me and prove your worth to serve such a perfect Mistress.

Proceed with caution, and forever become enslaved. You will be used in any way I see fit. I do not care what you want. You only care what I want.

Consumed.

 

Bewitching Mindfuck Acts Of Devotion

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From the moment that you first think about me, yes THINK about me, I am already casting my bewitching mindfuck on you. That first implanted seed of corrupting, manipulating thought is the beginning of the end my toy. Your end. But really, is there truly an end if the journey never stops? Only I have the answer to that, but perhaps you do not deserve to know, and Id rather keep it a secret , as your fate lies in my hands.

The more you try not to think about me, the more you will find that your thoughts automatically return to thoughts of me. If you try to fight it, my bewitching mindfuck instantly brings you back where I want you to be. Go ahead and try it, try to not think about me, and how deeply I am inside of your mind, and how you are getting more and more weak as each moment passes that you find the aching NEED to surrender and $$sacrifice$$ to me growing. I also dare you to try to not realize that those thoughts are causing you to become extremely aroused, and the more you try to fight the arousal, it only grows stronger, harder, yet your mind grows weaker.

Every time you see my image, hear my voice, or read my words you have a desire to embrace your dark side, and surrender more and more of yourself, all of yourself to me, what is rightfully mine. For what is yours, is so much better as mine. This thought, this aching need grows stronger as the arousal builds inside of you, and you find that you simply can not think of anything else. The more you try to think of something else, not surrendering to me, not clicking RIGHT HERE to $$sacrifice$$ to me RIGHT NOW, the more your arousal reminds your mind that you simply HAVE to do that because it is the only thing that feels good, and truly makes sense. This is so right, so natural, you feel so fulfilled and satisfied knowing this.

My bewitching mind fuck has a hold on you. There is no escape. Many have tried, and end up crawling back begging for me to own them harder. Fear of the reality sets in, but what you will soon realize, is that when it comes to ME, fear equals arousal. Embrace the fear, and notice that as you fear me and the power and control that I wield, the more aroused you become. Of course I enjoy when you are aroused, as it makes you weak. Weak for me, and open to doing absolutely anything to please and amuse me. Go ahead and try to fight it, you know what is going to happen~

On your knees bitch. Aching, trembling, dripping, sacrificing.

~Empress Vox Siren

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No, You May Not Worship My Perfect Body Like THAT

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Yuck, I keep getting a ton of requests for videos where I tease/humiliate/seduce with my body. I’ve even had some requesting that I do actual “domme porn” Hilarious. I mean seriously fucking hilarious. That is not going to happen. What makes you lowly lot think you deserve to see my perfection in such a way? The closest you will ever come to seeing my naked body, or being teased with certain parts of my body, is watching me force you to drop to your knees and lick my boots clean, and beg to do it over and over again. My hands would never caress your skin, but my whip would. My pussy would never meet your lips, but my giant dildo would. I would never be naked in front of you, but you would be stripped down, whipped, tortured, and dressed up in slutty lil outfits for my amusement, showcased proudly for as long as I wanted. Understand?

My body is absolute perfection. Everything about me is. You do not deserve such an honor. You deserve to be at my feet, chained up, waiting on your next command.

So stop asking for videos/clips like that. If you do, you will be blocked! I do not dance and flaunt my perfection on cam, you dance on cam for ME, humiliating yourself and showing off your lil hand pussy lmao, and all of the slutty toys and things that you have to entertain me with.  I will not take revealing photos, you just do not deserve it. It actual makes me fucking nauseous thinking about such a pathetic bitch sitting there jerkin off to me in such a way. Such an addicted lil stroker slut, you are much better off becoming addicted to gay porn.

The only ones who get to see me in such a way are REAL men, who truly have what it takes to please me. That is not you, and will never be you. You are stuck fucking your hand pussy, fantasizing about being teased and tormented with my gorgeous perfect body, but you poor thing, all you would get is my boot crushing into your pathetic little cock, while I stroked your wallet until I made it ejaculate a wad of cash into my hands while I laughed and told you how you will never be with a woman like me.

It’s funny, the ones requesting those type of videos are truly the biggest losers. I have some amazing slaves, who have the honor of pleasing me in many ways, but would never even think to ask for such a request, because they know their place. They know that I am a Goddess, I am superior, and shall be worshiped as such from afar. The aching thought that they will never get to touch me, but wish so badly that they could, or that I would touch them, is enough to fuel them into overdrive of eagerly doing anything it takes to put a smile on my beautiful face.

Maybe if you are lucky, I will tell you all about what real men get to experience, while you are weak, trembling, aching, curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth from an overload of torturous blissful suffering. I LOVE to watch you suffer at my hands
(lack of).

But I might just decide to torture you, brainwash you , and totally fuck you up instead. Who knows. Only one way to find out. Have fun with your hand pussy, make sure to treat her well hahahaha, because if you don’t and you keep asking for such stupid requests, you WILL either  be locked up in chastity and I will make you send ALL of the keys to me, or I will force you to only stroke to absolutely disgusting images/videos. This will teach you to stop being such a pathetic dick brain, and to learn your place, and the proper way to worship and serve me.

~Empress Vox Siren

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So You Want To Be My Slave

submissive slave, bdsm, slaveOf course you want to be my real slave. One look at me, one listen to my irresistible voice, brings you to your knees, and you become weak, melted into a pool of over eager little slave. The more you see me, the more you hear me, the weaker you become, and the weaker you become, the more intense the desire to be my slave becomes. It is a natural progression, one that you can not fight.

You will not truly be my slave unless I say that you are. Once I say that you are, you will be until I say you no longer are. That time may never come, depending on how much you please and amuse me. I may call you “slave” at times, just to put you in your place, but this does not mean you are truly my actual SLAVE unless I say that you are MINE.

I will tell you this though, declaring that you are my slave, telling me that you watch my light sides free youtube videos so you automatically are my slave, “liking” my photos on facebook, commenting on my photos, posts, etc etc does not make you my slave. Those things are pleasing from real slaves of mine, and ones that I see potential in, but for the majority of you, you are just cheap, time wasting wank fucks that will never have the slave potential of even licking the dirt off of my boots. The ones who sit around “liking” , commenting on how oh so weak and entranced they are by my free videos, and message me 1342152152151352352342 times a day, will most likely never be my slave. You don’t stand out. I don’t care if you sit around thinking about me all day, watching my vids all day, reading my websites. That is only benefiting you.

Start making yourself worthy of some sort. $$SACRIFICE$$ to me. I love money in all forms, large and small sums, as long as I know it is a sacrifice for you, and stings a bit to give to me. It is one form of ultimate control and domination. You work so hard, only to hand over that hard earned money to me, which will merely be play money, to use and easily spend on whatever I want to have fun with. I deserve the best. Those who $$sacrifice$$ tributes the most to me, clearly get the most attention from me, and most fulfillment of their fetishes, if they are something that I enjoy. I find those that $$sacrifice$$ to me the most, are the least annoying as well. The cheap wanks, wow you guys need to crawl into a hole and stay there. Messaging me 1000000 times a day will not get my attention, it will only get you blocked.

Provide entertainment and amusement for me. No this does not mean sending me dick pics, or “liking” my facebook photos. This means doing absolutely anything it takes to put a smile on my gorgeous face. This means NOT messaging me a billion times a day in a gross effort to fuel your gross arousal. This means realizing that you are nothing more than a little pleasure puppet and I pull the strings. This means worshiping me, embracing my darkness inside of you, and coming up with new ways for me to tease and blissfully torture the fuck out of you to indulge my sadistic, kinky, perfect desires. This means having me inside of your mind, where I belong, influencing and manipulating your day to day life, helping you make the right choices to please me.

Learn about me, accept that my wants, my likes, my needs will ALWAYS come before yours. I will change your entire belief system if it pleases me. I will make you do things you never thought possible, or never thought that you would do. I will push limits, test boundaries, and the only thing you will be able to do is beg for more, and say ” Yes Empress, I obey“, and MEAN it, and ENJOY it. Do you understand, my little eager weak bitch?

Go and watch my 10 sacred rules video, spend some time watching and listening to me brainwash you  HERE and if you truly feel you have what it takes to earn a spot as my slave, PROVE IT. Stand out, make a true effort, do whatever it takes to please me and earn a place at my perfect feet.

~Empress Vox Siren

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Incident at La Feria

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Princess Indigo had reached the gate to take her all the way from Benito Juarez International Airport to London Heathrow and found herself stopping and turning round.

She had just spent several days dressed in various kinds of rubber, stood under the stunning Umbrella Fountain and posing in front of many other artifacts at the Museo Nacional de Antropologia in Chapultepec Park, for a new Latin American fetish website. Mexico City was far too tiring after such a long shoot and she had decided not to do any sightseeing and just go home.

Something she recognized but couldn’t name had pulled at a part of her and she found herself unable to leave. A strange darker shade of a feeling she knew very well, awakening something dark of her own deep inside her that would not go to sleep.

It was 1:30am and the pale orange yellow light of the city added a glow to the kitchen of this old art deco apartment in La Condesa. Through the open balcony window it was possible to see the Parque Mexico, a dark shape cut into the sparkling lights of the city night.

There not far from the balcony window where she had entered, stood the motionless naked form of the princess. She had stood in the middle of the kitchen waiting for the inevitable to happen on this hot summer’s night. Then it came, the sound of someone stirring from their bed in need of a glass of water. The young woman was startled to find a naked transgender stranger stood in her kitchen.

‘Who are you!’ she said in Spanish, ‘What do you want here?’ the princess not looking up.

‘Answer Me!’ said the young latino woman, finding herself drawn to woman in spite of her fear.

There was still no response from the princess who stood there silently not looking up. The young woman continued to be drawn further and further towards her, against every instinct that she had. At last she stood directly in front of the princess, transfixed by the beautiful English face, its eyes firmly shut.

The woman reached up nervously in a long slow movement and touched the princess naked shoulder and shook it as gently as she could. The princess eyes snapped open revealing two bright electric blue circles in her shadowed face. The princess opened her mouth wide, hissed and then sank her sharp fangs into the neck of the young woman as hard as she could. The woman’s inert body fell to the ground and the blood covered princess leapt from the twelfth story balcony into the street below.

Whatever was pulling at her, drew the princess west. The street was far from empty. A few of the braver men that out that late approached her. Seeing her naked form was covered in blood and that she was in no mood to trifled with they quickly fled. In her agitated state she wandered erratically until she turned onto Juan Escutia heading northwest towards the enormous Chapultepec Park, where she had done her photo shoot.

One of her more civic minded erstwhile suitors had phoned the nearby Hospital San Angel Inn. An ambulance found her, followed her for a short way before pulling up. Soon there were two paramedics lying in the gutter near the DRGN skate shop as princess indigo turned onto Avenida Constituyentes. She found herself looking through the iron railings of Chapultepec Park into the dark trees beyond as she drove along.

The call inside her grew stronger and she pressed her bare foot on the warm accelerator pedal, chipping the tailgate of a taxi as she went past; frightening the driver as he leaned out of his open window to curse her. Simply glowering at him, driving naked, covered in blood was enough to make him pullover and say a great many Hail Marys.

The pull became a bright beacon in the night and when she saw a sign for La Feria de Chapultepec Magico she knew she was close to her destination. In a few short minutes the ambulance was crashing through the tolls booths that stood in front of great yellow entrance with its large plastic rainbow on the top, the word ‘La Feria’ lit up in pink neon.

By the time she saw a dark figure waiting for her by among the burrito booths and children’s rides she was travelling at such a high speed that the ambulance jack knifed when she slammed on the brakes. It rolled over three times and made a mess of the merry-go-round. An angry confused English vampire kicked out the windshield of the ambulance and clambered out, in a far from happy mood.

The lights of the La Feria de Chapultepec Magico lit up one by one and latin fairground music from a dozen different sources began to play. The battered merry-go-round began to turn, casting off the wreck of an ambulance. As the princess stood up, the dark figure approached and the air was filled with foreboding, an atmosphere that raised the English vampire’s hackles and made her growl.

It was an unholy sound that would have made a grown man whimper but the dark figure continued to approach her not missing a single proud step. Even in this extreme state princess indigo now recognized the scent and the silhouette of the supremely confident Woman who walked towards her. The silver collar appeared around the princess neck and began to glow furiously. Yet there was something in the Woman’s manner that she did not recognize. The dark thing in the princess growled even deeper as the inconsistency became more apparent the closer the dark Woman got.

‘Do not growl at Me you little English bitch.’ said the dark doppelganger wearing an uncharacteristic revealing silk red dress, Her voice instantly recognizable but Her tone and attitude was not.

This did little to calm the vampire princess, whose growl became more menacing as the dark imperious Female form drew even closer.

‘I will not be contradicted!’ said snarled the dark Woman slapping the princess hard across the face, Her long black hair shining in the lights of the fairground.

The princess bared her fangs and hissed back at the Woman who was so angered by the response that She grabbed the princess by the throat and lifted her two feet off the ground.

‘Do not bare your fangs at Me ever again, you rabid orange haired English whore.’ glowered the dark Woman in pure fury and threw the princess down onto the concrete.

The princess leapt back to her feet and under normal circumstances would have leapt in rage at the figure before her. The familiar beautiful face and dark sensuous voice was the only thing that stopped her. The difference between what she saw and what she remembered confused her even more and denied the outlet to her anger.

‘Your dark side and Mine have met before princess indigo. Are you far too lost to the blood to remember!’ spat the dark Goddess at her.

A memory deep inside the princess troubled mind seared into life and she remembered her dark self in a locked room, a familiar Woman speaking to her. A Woman with a soft sensuous voice. At the end of the conversation, the anger inside the princess dark half had flared and a different tone of voice had spoken to her. The lights had gone out and a name was said in the darkness, a very powerful name.

Vox!’ hissed the princess, ‘You put a spell on me! A dark twisted incantationScratched Your name onto the dark part of my soul. Remove it! Remove it now!’ shouted the princess.

Vox stepped right up towards the princess until she was inches away from her face. In a swift movement, Vox reached up and put her fingers in the princess hair, made a fist and twisted her hand sharply. The princess let out a terrifying yell.

‘Do not give Me orders you orange haired English sow!’ shouted Vox even louder, bending the princess head back. ‘I am your Superior in every single way! I will not be countermanded by anyone, especially a little harlot of a princess like you!’ Vox twisted her fist further making the princess scream.

Releasing Her grip and then closing it again Vox Siren grabbed the ends of the princess long tresses and began to drag her screaming and kicking towards the large Montana Infinitum ride. Once it had been the world’s first ever roller coaster with three vertical loops. The ride had traveled the world and now was ending its days at the Chapultepec Magico.

‘Get off me! Get off me!’ the princess was yelling as Vox Siren pushed open the green metal gate and dragged her toward the waiting blue roller coaster cars. The more she protested the harder Vox Siren pulled.

Hanging from the hand rail and footplate of the long nose shaped front carriage were four lengths of rope. Within a short time the princess was tied spread eagled across the front carriage. There was an awful lot of complaining and considerable force had to be used.

‘You planned all this!’ shouted the princess, her naked English body dripping with sweat in the summer’s heat.

‘Of course I did, you stupid little English bitch!’ shouted Vox Siren back at her, then stepped over to the control panel, switched the roller coaster to its very highest setting and climbed in.

The generator made a screeching noise as it started up, not liking being set so high on such a hot night as this. The five blue roller coaster cars began to wind their round the long yellow circles gathering more and more momentum with each moment.

Vox Siren sat directly behind the princess so she could hear every protest and scream that came from her little English mouth. Giving the princess long orange hair a good hard yank every time the roller coaster plunged suddenly. Rattling round the large yellow metal circles that let the roller coaster gather up speed. Round the three loop the loops they went, the Mexico City skyline churning over and over.

The princess senses were overloaded. The roaring sound of the roller coaster and churning city lights were beginning to make her sick and she could no longer take in all the different sensations that bombarded her.

The only thing the princess could make sense of was the smell of burning and that the metal of the roller coaster had begun to feel hotThe princess realized that Vox had set fire to the roller coaster cars which blazed with fury as they span faster and faster on.

Behind her sat Vox in the center of the flames, immune to the heat and laughing more and more. A dozen times the roller coaster cars traversed the ride, when they finally came to a stop the whole of Montana Infinitum was ablaze.

Vox climbed out and menacingly approached the princess, who struggled feebly in her bonds. There was a demonic look in Vox eyes as She laid Herself down on the hot metal beside the helpless English body.

‘Say a prayer you little bitch.’     hissed Vox into the princess ear, bared Her own fangs and sank them as far into the princess neck as they would go, making her scream so loud the howl could be heard above the roaring flames.

Fresh blood poured all down the princess naked body and onto the hot metal beneath her. Deeper and deeper Vox Siren drank, Her own face covered in the princess blood. Not until the princess was almost unconscious did she finally stop, looking down and laughing unrepentantly at what she had done.

Vox cut down the princess with a long ornamental blade, a large red jewel set in the widest part of the steel. Then She sent the carriages off on a final ride to their fiery doom.

  Vox Siren hauled the princess away by her hair, only releasing Her iron grip when they were clear of the flamesThe princess stood up shakily meeting the Siren’s gaze, the burning Infinitum matching the fire in Vox’s eyes. Blood was still flowing from the princess neck and she could barely stand.

‘I have broken you indigo. The dark self that lives inside the body of the princess belongs to Me. I am your Empress, now bow down before Me and kneel at My feet where you belong!’ said Vox Siren in the most commanding voice the princess had ever heard.

‘Forgive me Empress Vox.’ said the princess falling to her knees, tears of blood running down her face as she kissed the boot of the dark mysterious Woman who had broken her and collapsed.

Vox knelt down beside the princess prostrate body, scratching a small wound in Her left wrist and pushing it roughly against the princess half open mouth.

‘Drink you little English bitch and be grateful for every drop.’ said Vox Siren forcefully as the princess weakly bared her teeth and bit into the wrist that was offered her, drinking more and more deeply as strength returned to her embittered body.

When the princess relinquished her bite, Vox pulled Her arm away in a manner that conveyed it would not be offered again and rose majestically to Her feet.

‘Rise My servant.’ Vox commanded in a voice of pure steel, and the princess rose to her feet as if she had been given a jolt of electricity, ‘Come My dark princess, well shall feast on this city before the dawn.’

The beguiling Empress Vox Siren led Her dark princess to a sleek black Lamborghini Murcielago LP670-4  and drove away into the night as La Feria de Chapultepec burned to the ground.

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A Taste Of Darkness

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Welcome to my dark side, slaves and sluts. Instead of going full detail into who I am, and what I am about, drop to your knees and pull up my biography by clicking HERE, and spending some time reading over it. That is, once you can pull yourself away from my stunningly perfect image, which I require you to gaze at for at least 10 minutes before further reading.

Take the time to read about me, learn about me and absorb EVERYTHING that you can, for if you approach me in a manner that I deem to be unsuitable for a woman of my stature, then you shall be either tortured mercilessly for my amusement , or banished from my empire if you do not show me the respect and adoration that I deserve. Think that is harsh? That is nothing compared to what I have in store for you once you find yourself trapped inside of my deviously delicious web of darkness.

Are you drawn to the dark side of S/M ? Craving a full on transformation, and exploration into the taboo, freaky, kinky and unknown? Then open your mind, fantasies, deepest perversions to me, and embrace my darkness.

Curious as to what it is exactly that I enjoy? There is not a simple answer for this. You will just have to keep checking my blog, twitter, facebook, etc in hopes that you are lucky enough to find out more and more about me. I want you to WORK for my pleasure. I am not going to just fucking hand it over to you. Prove yourself to me. Entertain me, Sacrifice to and for me.

You will never be the same again.

Empress Vox Siren

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