*I nearly ate a whole package of Oreos with milk last night. 

*I made out with a girl and a guy at different times in the same bar . . . → Read More: These Are My Confessions…]]>

You guys and gals are so honest and trusting of me with your secrets and hidden desires, I thought I would share a little with you.

*I nearly ate a whole package of Oreos with milk last night. 

*I made out with a girl and a guy at different times in the same bar bathroom Halloween weekend.

*I haven’t been a natural blonde since I was 11 years old.

Not impressed?  Well I’ve got a real doozie for ya.   Check out my new blog at http://thesensualswitch.com/ for a real jaw dropper.

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Can a relationship be considered totally platonic if you’ve shared a woman? If so, that’s what Danny and I have going on. He’s been like a big brother to me . . . → Read More: So a Straight Guy, a Tranny, and a Mistress Walk Into a Bar…]]>

The Vagina Dialogues

Can a relationship be considered totally platonic if you’ve shared a woman? If so, that’s what Danny and I have going on. He’s been like a big brother to me since I moved to New York. We were members of a rowdy group of friends who bonded over the fact that the people we were dating were secretly…not so secretly screwing each other. I took it a little harder than Danny, so he took me under his wing. You see he had no trouble moving on and finding someone new. Never does. Women literally throw their pussy at Danny. He is 6’4″, Italian, tall, dark and very handsome, with the kind of sculpted body it takes hours of gym time to cultivate.

We have enthusiastically shared stories of our erotic exploits with the fairer sex. And when either of us found a plaything to be particularly exceptional, we never hesitated to share our toy with the other. One game I’ve never been able to get Danny to play, however, is hide the sausage. Sure he listens, with a totally open mind, to my tales of lusty fun with sissy sluts and bottom bi-boys. But he’s always declined to participate, expressing a desire for gender girls only. And quite believably so. Funny how the universe can throw a kink in the chain as we’re cycling along our path.

She’s Unbelievable!

He was breathless. I’d never heard him like this as he described her long raven hair, dark mysterious eyes, and curvy frame. “She looks like that Pussy Cat Doll!” he exclaimed. The one he once said he actually would  wear pink panties for. “I can’t believe this is happening,” we said in unison. “When did you realize?” He responded, “You couldn’t tell at all. I mean at the bar I could tell the tits were fake but that’s not a giveaway. And she wouldn’t let me take her home that night which doesn’t happen often, but I just thought, wow a good girl left in New York. Then we talked for hours two nights in a row and she suggests a date of cooking dinner together at her place. We eat and talk and start to make out and before I know it she’s on her knees giving me the most amazing head I have ever had. I guess it’s true what you say about someone who has a cock knowing what to do with one.” Then I have to pull the next details out of him. Forcing him to describe how he discovered his dream girl had a cock to rival his own bulging, thick, 8 inches. He lustily began to feel here body as she tried to resist his advances he decided he had the moves to overcome the good girl act and would return the favor and go down on her. He knelt before her on the sofa and pushed his hand between her legs to find a hard rod and balls tucked into her panties. “You know me, I’m not freak out guy or anything, besides I was still feeling sort of attracted and I dunno. But something said get out of there so I did. But I can’t stop thinking about going back.”

Please Excuse My Absence

…and that brings us to Tuesday night, when I famously played hooky after convincing Danny to give her a call and have her meet us at a local bar. No, this is not the inspiration for my latest audio, The Boyfriend. That was recorded before Danny’s phone call. Maybe I should be taking psychic calls too, huh. LOL. We all arrived at roughly the same time. Danny had billed the evening as drinks and dinner with a friend and his girlfriend, we later lied the friend had to work late and wouldn’t make it and suggested maybe just drinks and pizza at Danny’s. He was right about her. She was stunning. And even I wouldn’t have known if I had not already known, ya know. I see how he was fooled and how the straight male in him was not able to get her out of either of his heads. Danny was very nervous at first. It’s why I was there. We drank, drank, and drank some more. Then decided to make our way back to Danny’s apartment where things got very, very interesting. My very private friend has asked that I not reveal all the details in this blog, however. So if you want to know more, you know where to find me.

For an erotic phone session with Empress Rayne  call         1800 601 6975
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I was on a jog in Central Park last weekend, and one of the streeet vendors was displaying a vintage style wall plaque that pictured a pretty little pinup girl and this quote.  Of course, when I channel my inner bitch for . . . → Read More: I’m Not Really A Bitch, I Just Play One In Your Life]]>

I bet you didn’t know strict domination is one of my specialties…

I was on a jog in Central Park last weekend, and one of the streeet vendors was displaying a vintage style wall plaque that pictured a pretty little pinup girl and this quote.  Of course, when I channel my inner bitch for you, there’s no faking involved, but I still thought the quote was quite appropriate for a “cutie pie” with a mean side.

My Looks They Do Decieve

Many of you who cruise the websites looking for a strict Mistress probably skip right over the pics of a young, cute, smiling blonde like myself. But have you ever taken a closer look at the eyes before making that dismissal? You should. Behind my glowing, green gaze, you would find a dominatrix capable of looking through you and seeing your inner desires to be owned, forced, and punished. The sweetheart in me wants to give you exactly what it is you need, while the controlfreaky bitch in me will deliver the goods without mercy.

Dressed for Success

It is on a rare occassion that I slip into the full vinyl catsuit, but I assure you’ll find me in something worthy of a Domina even though it is a phone session. Dressing for my sessions is just a habit that has carried over from my time in the ‘dungeon’. I have quite an extensive collection of gear, and I find that slipping into fantasy worthy wears changes my swagger. And that carries over into the call.

Submission Will Be Your Only Option

I admit it.  I am one spoiled girl.  Men like you have contributed to that.  When I don’t get my way, I can be quite sadistic.  Test me if you dare.  You’ll be first shocked…and then quite possibly brought to the edge by the punishments that face the insubordinate.  So, are you ready to be completely owned by a pretty, young Mistress?

For an erotic phone session with Empress Rayne call 1800 601 6975
Must be 18+
Calls are $2.50 per minute, with a 10 minute minimum
Discreetly billed to your credit card

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I think it goes without saying a girl can have a ton of fun on Miami Beach’s famed South Beach.  It’s where I spent a sun soaked week  and a half letting off some steam after a . . . → Read More: Fun, Sun, Drag Queens, and Dungeons]]>

That’s just a taste  of  the trouble I got into while I was in South Florida.

Fun in the Sun

I think it goes without saying a girl can have a ton of fun on Miami Beach’s famed South Beach.  It’s where I spent a sun soaked week  and a half letting off some steam after a few  months playing studious student.  I have been working so hard, in fact, that I am  in excess in my salon hours and could take a little time off before graduation at the end of the month.   That’s right, the end is near.  Soon I will be finished with classes and all you sissies, subs, and cuckies who’ve emailed and IM’d that you’ve missed me will have me back in full affect.  My little confession…I’ve missed you too.  

Lip Synching for My Life, Honey

Okay, so the stakes weren’t as high as they are for Rupaul’s Drag Race contestants when they must lip sync for their lives,  but I was serving it just as fiercely.   After a day of liquid fun in the sun on the beach, we stumbled upon the most amazing of spectacles.  A drag queen strutting on the sidewalk across Ocean Drive and lip synching to Respect  while patrons of a pride flag waving bar sipped mojitos, danced, and sang along.  We crossed from the beach side of the street to the club side and joined the crowd.  How I found myself  sharing a mike and bumping butts with her is a bit of a blur, but I will never forget Ms. Thing’s Leopard print rockabilly style dress, and fire red  4″ heels and matching lips.  Sissies take note.

Playing Along

In my time in one of NYC’s top dungeouns, I’d heard girls talk about the awesome facility in Broward county Florida.  So, I made it my business to visit.  They were filming for  their website and I was lucky enough to get to be audience to one little subbie’s humiliation in their Blue Room.  Those ladies put on quite a show.  But truth be told, they still have nothing on our Mistresses of Mean.  

Details, Details

So, those are a few of the things I fit in while I was in South Florida. Wanna know what else I got into or what got into me? That’s pretty personal…contact me and let me know just how bad you want all the juicy details.

For an erotic phone session with Empress Rayne call 1800 601 6975
Must be 18+
Calls are $2.50 per minute, with a 10 minute minimum
Discreetly billed to your credit card

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