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Sierra_004Hello all my sweet pets! I hope all of you are getting into the holiday season as much as I am. The tree is up and the halls are decked. I absolutely love the holidays…I love the lights, the food, the music…and I absolutely love spoiling all the people I care about. Which includes ALL of you 🙂

So….Mrs. Claus has slipped into her candy-cane thigh highs and is now sitting, legs crossed, in Santa’s big, red, velvet chair. How about you crawl over here to me, climb up into my lap, and whisper in my ear what you want for Christmas? Now, I can’t grant every wish, but I will do my best to work my kinky magic for each of you. So, pick up the phone and share your deepest desires with your Merry Mistress! Ho! Ho! Ho!

A few other things….

Many of you have been literally begging me to have more evening and weekend availability. Being in the generous spirit right now, I have suspended my social life this weekend and I will be at your disposal to fullfil all your kinky needs to serve. So cum and keep me company! I am not going to post exact hours, but let’s just say I will be around A LOT from 9pm Friday until 6pm Sunday.

Also, many of you have been asking this Merry Mistress what she would like for Christmas. As you know, I am only able to accept gift cards right now, so I will let you know the ones that would make me tingle with delight the most:

FOX THEATER

VICTORIA’S SECRET

AMAZON

BEST BUY

I just love the way all of you spoil me…with words and with gifts. And I am always so appreciative and thankful for all the ways that you sweet pets find to pamper me. You truly know how to make a Mistress feel special….and merry 🙂

Kisses,

Mistress Sierra

Cum Join Our Naughty Reindeer Game!

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GET READY TO PLAY OUR ENCHANTING REINDEER GAME!

Time to celebrate the holidays with our Enchanting Reindeer Game! It’s easy and fun to play. Call our dispatchers and tell them you want to sign up to play. Give us your name and an email address so we can let you know if you win a prize. We’ll put you on our Naughty Boy List. Then call and talk to the mistress of your choice during the contest.

The caller who does the most minutes over all during this time will get a great prize. The caller who does the longest call in one unbroken call will also win a prize. Runners up will receive smaller prizes.

Here are the simple rules:

  1. The contest starts Saturday, Dec. 3 at 12:01 AM and ends Sunday, Dec. 11 at 11:59 PM. All times are East Coast time.Calls may be done with any ETE of your choice, subject to her availability.
  2. You must register to participate in the contest by telling the dispatcher and giving her your name and email address. Your email will be kept confidential and used ONLY for communications relating to this contest.
  3. Callers may pre-register at any time prior to the start of the contest, or may register during the contest period.
  4. Only paid minutes will count toward contest minutes.
  5. Each caller’s total call time for the entire time of the contest will be aggregated after the end of the contest. You do not have to talk with the same ETE each time in order for your time to be counted. There will also be a contest for the longest individual call during the game. The longest individual call must be done with one mistress without any interruption.
  6. Winners will be advised of their win and prize via email during the week following the contest.
  7. Where applicable, prizes will be shipped to you once you provide a shipping address.
  8. All decisions as to prizes are final.
  9. A list of total times, excluding any caller identifying information, will be available if you wish to review it after prizewinners have been notified.
  10. Have loads of fun! Happy Holidays!

More Sexy Storytime with Mistress Sierra

Welcome back, faithful readers. Take a break from turkey and cranberry sauce and football, and enjoy the second chapter of my little erotic tale.

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A Test of Servitude

Chapter 2: The Door of Humiliation

The queen stood before the traveler, inspecting every inch of his freshly scoured body.

“Did you enjoy your bath?” The words spilled from her red lips like warm honey, yet the smile dancing around her eyes was not so sweet.

“Yes, your majesty, you are very kind,” he tried in vain to shake the image of two scantily clad servant girls bathing him in the royal chamber, scrubbing his dirty, skin with delicate bold hands. He was clever enough to realize that treating him to a royal bath with scented soaps and oils was simply a precursor, a pretest of his fortitude. It was the decadent spoonful of honey before the bitter serving of medicine, and he would not be lulled into a full sense of security.

The Queen’s test were legendary and he would not fail before it even begun. The Queen took a step back from the traveler and contemplated him for a moment, as if tasting the words scrolling through her mind.

“There will be three doors. Three tests. Three chances to fail. The goal of each test: to simply endure. If you can endure the trial you will face then you will move on to the next test. Endure them all and you may be victorious,” at this last word the Queen strode past the traveler, pausing for just a moment to whisper in his ear, “I would wish you luck, but I don’t really care if you succeed or fail.”

In a moment she was gone, along with the small entourage that shadowed her every movement. The traveler was left alone in a small stone chamber regarding each of the Queen’s words. The only adornment in the room was the gilded frame of the door that stood in the center. Though to call it a door was a generous use of the word. The frame is open but the space it held had a misty, shimmering quality as if the air that existed there was filled with the warm moisture.

The traveler gathered his resolve and summoned all the courage contained in his noble heart. He stepped through the threshold and felt the moist air engulf his body in an unsettling embrace as he emerged on the other side. The traveler felt a shift in reality as if the pressure from the room had been altered. The walls and ceiling were gone. The door behind him was gone. He gave his eyes a moment to adjust to the blackness.

He saw before him a full-length mirror next to an exquisite four post bed. Though the strange coupling of furniture was surrounded by a void of blackness, they were illuminated by a soft glowing light that had no source.

“Welcome traveler,” the voice startled him and he turned to see a woman more voluptuous and stunning than he could ever have fabricated in his dreams. Her hair was a brilliant mass of flaming red curls. Her eyes color was like ivy climbing a trellis in spring and she was completely naked.

Catching his image in the full-length mirror, the traveler discovered that his body was just as bare as the woman before him. He felt strangely comfortable.

“Come.” It was a command, not a request. The traveler obeyed and she led him over to the mirror and turned to face his own image pressing her body against his back and resting her chin on his shoulder. He could feel her ample breasts pressed into him. He could feel the curve of the soft down of her sex brushing against his leg. His body immediately came to life and he stood before the mirror proud of his erection.  

“How many women have you pleased, traveler? You must be so proud of yourself,” her fingers ran slowly up and down his torso, teasing and tantalizing. “I can smell their lust on you.”

She turned his head and placed her lips against his, tasting briefly with her warm tongue.

“I can taste each breaking heart. I can see the pain you’ve caused reflected in your eyes. You loved so many. Broken so many. They were all just stepping stones along the path to your Queen.” The woman’s hand moved down the traveler’s body and came to grab his erect cock. He willed himself to remain still and calm.

“You will learn humility, traveler, and I will be your teacher. You will learn how it feels to be used as a mindless object for the pleasure of another and you will learn how to not rely on this worthless piece of flesh.” The woman released the travelers aching member and he instantly felt a strange tingling sensation coursing through his body. The sensations seemed to be concentrated in his cock, and as he stared into the mirror he watched in horror as his once impressive phallus slowly shrunk until it was no more than a small nub protruding from the dark mass of hair between his legs.

The tingling moved throughout his body, slowly transforming the male image before him into that of a young curvaceous female’s. His features had been refined, his waist had been tapered, his breasts were full and round with small pink nipples. He was staring at the female version of himself in the mirror. The woman merely stared at the traveler, her hands were now massaging and teasing his newly formed breasts and she was languidly grinding her hips into his backside, only now he felt something pressing into him that had not been there before. Something long and smooth. His mind recognized the feel of an erect cock.

He was reluctant to accept what fate had planned and despite the humiliation seeping into his soul, he felt a surge of desire. He found himself pushing back against her imposing rod, urging her advances with his body. He felt a strange growing wetness between his legs and he had a sudden desire to feel her inside him. He wanted to be taken, he wanted to be used.

“On the bench. I assume you know what position I desire. On your knees just like all the pretty barmaids you have ravished over the years.” The traveler eagerly positioned his new body on the bed, poised to be taken by this hungry vixen. He felt her hands holding his hips in place. He felt her fingers exploring and violating the slick folds of flesh between his trembling thighs. He felt the head of her cock begin to slowly slide inside him.

Endure.

The traveler lay in his modest bed, curled up on his side. He had returned to his former physical state, though a bit less manly than when he first arrived in the Queen’s chamber. His body ache and he could still feel the pull and tug of the woman’s member tearing at his insides. He could still hear her grunting and panting with each powerful thrust. He felt a resurgence of humility as he remembered the way his body convulsed with  the spasms of an intense orgasm as she degraded him verbally and used his body for her own pleasure. He had endured the first test.

In the morning he woke to find a small package wrapped in a velvet cloth laying next to him. There was a small note in an elegant script. It read simply, for your next test.

He slowly unwrapped the package and let the shiny, metal cage fall into the palm of his hand.

Erotic Storytime with Mistress Sierra

Welcome, readers. I would like to tell you a little erotic tale about a traveler and his quest to become something greater than he was before. So, sit back and enjoy the story.

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Chapter 1: The Traveler Arrives

The traveler came to the Queen hoping to become a knight. Instead he became something far greater, he became her slave.

As he stood before her in the royal chamber, the traveler was momentarily shaken by the sight of her exquisite beauty, but the traveler had crossed treacherous lands and defeated scores of countless adversaries to win the right to stand before this monarch and e would not falter now. She merely glared at him, perched upon her royal throne, legs crossed, her body shifted slightly, and resting on her delicate elbow she surveyed the man before her with a mixture of amusement and contempt. Neither were the reaction that he had foolishly anticipated.

Everything about this Queen’s image was surprisingly soft. Her royal blue velvet cloak hung loosely against the simple curves of her body. Her hair was pulled up in an intricate and elaborate style, yet half a dozen golden tendrils fell loosely, framing her face and catching the sunlight. He finally understood the sensational tales he had heard whispered in taverns after the ale had flown too freely. Her face was simply mesmerizing. To attempt a description of her features would only insult this Goddess by painting her with vulgar immortal words.

Everything was soft except for her eyes. Her eyes were ice cold blue steel. Her eyes were penetrating orbs of a delicious and irresistible poison. They were enough to make angels weep and demons laugh, for no mortal man would ever have the strength to resist the dark temptations offered by those eyes.

She rose slowly with calculated grace and made her way towards the traveler. He suddenly became fearfully aware of the state of his clothes and his body. She moved closer to him, so close that he could smell the scent of vanilla and lavender flowing from her skin. He could feel the heat radiating from her. He could feel her breath flowing in gentle controlled waves over his soiled face. He shifted from one foot to the other, casting his eyes down to the stone floor. He willed himself to avoid her captivating gaze. Fear gave him the strength to resist her, fear that her eyes would draw him into a world where there was no escape for a man like him.

Yes, the traveler was foolish to believe he could resist the queen but he had journeyed far and was weary. When her voice first caressed his ears, he was reminded of child tales of sirens calling to wayward sailors. Their voices were so lovely and inviting, and yet they held the promise of torment and despair if the will of the sailor was too weak. For years he had longed for a chance to have his own will tested by such creature.

“How dare you come before me in this manner. How dare you stand in my presence, reeking of filth,” she spoke softly, but each word struck him like a thunderclap.

“I wish to offer my services as a knight to her Majesty,” the traveler managed to spill forth the words he had practiced during the endless nights of his journey. The chamber rang with the Queen’s laughter; a haunting, melodious sound that filled his gut with longing. Silence came too quickly and he found himself silently willing to give his life to hear that sound once more.

“You are an arrogant fool, but fortune shines on you this day. Your Queen is bored, and you may yet prove to be a source of amusement. Let’s see if we can humble you. Guards!”

Immediately, the traveler was flanked by two men at arms. Knights. He idly  wondered how these men came to be in her service.

“Strip.” It was a command, and in that one word the Queen spoke volumes. Do this without hesitation or be cast from my Queendom forever. He flushed, but the traveler did not hesitate. He quickly removed all of his tattered clothing. In an attempt to conceal his shame, he meticulously folded each item and arranged each item in a pile on the stone tiles.

The queen regarded him with mild curiosity and he prayed to the gods above that his body would not betray the rising arousal he felt within his soul. The queen circled the traveler regarding his naked form like one contemplating the purchase of livestock.

“In order to be in my service you must first be tested. You must be measured. If you pass, you will serve me in whatever capacity I desire.” As she spoke the last word, the traveler felt a single sharp fingernails scraping lightly down the center of his back. At the feel of her touch, he could not contain his arousal any longer. He stood fully erect in front of her guards, her hand maidens, the peers of the realm, and the Queen. His horror was only deepened by the Queen’s ambivalence to his state of arousal.

“And if you fail, traveler, I will personally brand you with the mark of disgrace. You will be cast from these lands and forced to wander without purpose or meaning. Now, guards, bathe and feed this wretch and take him to the first door. I want him tested today.”

At this, she simply strolled back to her throne and as she turned to sit, she allowed part of her cloak to fall open, revealing her tall leather boots and the creamy skin of her upper thigh. In an instant, the Queen’s handmaiden adjusted the fabric, returning the Queen to state of modesty once again, but it was too late. In that instant, the traveler knew that he was doomed. He knew that his fate had been sealed. He knew he would do anything to please his Queen.

Return tomorrow for Chapter 2…

Sierra (17)

Fall Fashion Assignment for Sissies

sierra-4Sissies and fashion go hand-in-hand

For you sissies, is there anything better than checking out the latest fashions online, or better yet at the mall?

I’ll admit that I am not what anyone would call a fashionista, but I do love to dress up my sissies. I really enjoy putting them through their paces as silly maids, blushing brides, and slutty gurls looking for cock. It’s just so much fun! What’s better than having a real living doll to play with?

That’s why I have a little assignment for all you girls. Don’t worry, I know you’ll have fun and even better you’ll be helping your Mistress! Fall is here and I need to be ready to help all my special callers look their girlie best. I may not know everything about fashion, but I expect my submissives to look as feminine and sexy and slutty as possible. I mean, a Goddess can’t be bothered spending her precious time finding out what’s in this fall and what’s out. That’s where you can be of use, and you do want to be a useful sissy, don’t you?

Time to make yourselves useful, sissies

I want you to scour the Internet, the malls, and all those fashion magazines you love to daydream over and report back to me. I expect all the juicy details…the latest styles…the hottest designers…the best stores…and the best websites for shopping, or even just window shopping. And don’t forget about accessories… a woman’s outfit is not complete without panties, stockings, shoes, handbags, and jewelry!

Once you’ve done all the browsing I expect an email from you (Sierra at enchantrixempire.com), and here’s what it should include: at least 300 words describing two outfits, one for the office and one to wear out to the clubs at night when you’re on the prowl for a man. Include the names of the stores or websites to buy the outfits, photos of the outfits, photos of the handbag and jewelry for each outfit, photos of the appropriate lingerie. Now, there is no time to waste girls. Try no to spend all your time swooning over all the pretty clothes – that would be a mistake! The last thing you want to do is keep your Mistress waiting.

And here is the best part, girls, every sissy student who completes her assignment will get a very special, free erotic audio of me describing my perfect sissy outfit.

So get to work, ladies! 

 

Do You Have a Cock Fetish?

Have you wondered why you think so much about cock?

I mean after all you are straight, right? At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself. So why are your fantasies full of thoughts about well-hung stallions ready to treat you like a cock loving little bitch? Maybe you have a cock fetish. Here’s a simple quiz . . . → Read More: Do You Have a Cock Fetish?

Edging Your Pet with Professor Sierra: Part 2

           Do these look familiar?

Welcome back Edging students. 

I am going to demonstrate the proper stroking techniques and I want all of you to watch and take notes. Of course, feel free to tease him. Feel free to remind him that even though he desperately wants to cum . . . → Read More: Edging Your Pet with Professor Sierra: Part 2

Edging Your Pet with Professor Sierra

Edging Class is now in session.

Gather around ladies, I have a very special treat for our class today. It is so nice to see so many pretty, young Mistresses in training, eager to learn all about the art of edging.

Now, if you’ll focus your attention on my bondage table in . . . → Read More: Edging Your Pet with Professor Sierra

Chastity Is a Rollercoaster Ride

Happy NOvember!!

My chastity pet, 5711, has completed his second week of total denial and has submitted his report as instructed. In the report, he compares chastity to being a physical and mental rollercoaster ride. This couldn’t be more true. When in chastity, you will have good days and bad days. You will have . . . → Read More: Chastity Is a Rollercoaster Ride

Monday Musings: Random Thoughts and Happenings

Good-bye LOCKtober and Hello NOvember!

No release. No relief. No mercy. No exceptions. Welcome to NOvember. That’s right, the word of the month starting tomorrow is going to be “No”. Such a simple little word, and yet it conveys so much emotion and power. You can beg next month. You can plead. You can . . . → Read More: Monday Musings: Random Thoughts and Happenings