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MY LITTLE EFFEMINATE SISSY!

One of the most intriguing, fagtastic sight for me is seeing a sissy dressed stunningly in something not only feminine, but unique.  I can think of several effeminate little sissy boys that I personally have come to know and love.  Some of them call me not necessarily for phone sex, but just for some ”girl to girl” conversaton, where they share with me their enthusiasm for dressing up and other little fetishes they might have.  But one of my favorites- for her amazing creativity and fabulous wardrobe, is pictured above - who I shall refer to as ”tights” for her obsession with tights- nice. soft ribbed ones, fluffy thick-footed ones- really all kinds of tights, in all colors!

She has enthusiastically been sending me an array of adorable pictures of her in some amazing little feminine outfits showcasing a wide variety of characters.  You would have to see them to believe it.   In fact, one of my first questions to her was where do you get your clothes?  Turns out she scours the internet, bidding on certain unique items that catch her eye.   The results are often stunning and just too cute, as you can see for yourself. 

Now this is my little effeminate sissy’s favorite picture.  Personally, I love them all.  Es;pecially one where she has donned a beautiful Japanese costume along with an awesome makeup job you wouldn’t believe!  I am hoping to get her permission to post that one also.  At any rate,  you can see that this is one sissy who knows how to use her imagination.  Maybe she should start designing as it would be a shame to waste all of that talent.

But the main focus for her is tights.  I can just imagine her wanking while wearing those comfy little cute tights.  Hmmmm, bet that’s fun.  Especially with me on the other end of the phone encouraging her with my satiny voice, and nasty little words.   Not only does she love them on herself, but she also enjoys seeing them on beautiful women- ahem, like this writer.  I told her I would have to see what I can do, as we do not usually take requests for certain pictures, only showcasing what is put on our sites.  But back to my little doll- and that she is, I hope this will influence other lovely sissies to send in pictures showing their own expressive selves.

Empress Celeste

Call Me! 1-800-356-6169  Hours- Tuesdays thru Saturdays 4pm - 2am (and later)

empressceleste@yahoo.com

Last night I participated in one of my favorite calls- two mistresses (can be more), doubling up on a poor, hapless, stroker boy.  Well, don’t feel too sorry for him; he managed to get lots of special attention from two lovely mistresses!  And, he loved it!

I have joined in several of these calls before, and all of them were very hot. indeed.  For those who love being humiliated and abused by us, we usually lob the guy back and forth like a volley ball.  Each one of us getting a good swat at him.  By the time the call is over,  the caller is usually more than ready to retire to bed for rest and recuperation- until the next time!  For some. that could be the next day- we are very addicting, you see. 

Just like last night, when the fabulous Ms Viv and I doubled up on a willing stroker,sissy pantyboy who was having the time of his life receiving special treatment from the two of us.  Ms Viv has an uncanny ability to make grown men do anything- and then laughes about it!  There are some mistresses that can give you a satisfactory time when you call, and then there are the real pros- like Ms Viv, who like me, seem to enjoy the whole affair even more than the caller.  That’s because we are real, and we actually care that you leave us satiated and hopelessly addicted-  breathlessly desiring another go-round very soon after.  I am definitely looking forward to teaming up with her again- maybe our next victim might be you!  Yummy!

Empress Celeste

1-800-356-6169   Hours: Tuesday thru Saturday  4pm - 2am (or later)

empressceleste@yahoo.com

As one of the newer Empresses/Mistresses I am working at refining my technique of making audios for your enjoyment.   This project can be loads of fun devising various stories- true and embellished, takes quite a bit of creativity.  It also requires one to use a lot of imagery and an incessant amount of adjectives to describe what’s going on moment by moment. 

Actually, it’s comparable to writing a short story.  Some women will develop a story line that can go on and on  for many chapters or parts.   There are basically three types of audios.  The fist one is a custom audio where the customer either gives the mistress his own script, or tells her what he wants his story to be about, and she may write it herself.  Either way, it is designed around his preference.

The second type of audio is free, and usually is a three minute recording that should not have explicit content since anyone (particularly minors) might access these audios.    This type of audio can be geared for sissies (girlie) forum or the teasing and cock controlling forum.   

Then there is the last type of audio.  It is under the mistressalwayswins site.  (MAW).  These are paid audios that can be anywhere from 5 minutes to much longer with many different categories.  Now these are very explicit and you can definitely expect to- ahem, well, get turned on, you might say. 

If you haven’t checked out these hot audios yet, I would strongly suggest you go to the sites where audios are posted, or the MAW site, and get some wild inspiration! 

By the way, all of my audios will eventually be posted here on my audio page.  Be sure to take a listen.

Empress Celeste

1-800-356-6169  Hours:   Tuesday - Saturday 4pm - 2am

empressceleste@yahoo.com

I happened to be thinking about sex the other night- well, that is nothing new, but specifically I was thinking about which roleplays and fantasies I love to play.  There are several that come to mind, one being playing with my lovely sissy friends.  Nothing is more fun than having my sissy dress up like a complete slut and then depending on the sissy, either let me use one of my favorite strap-ons, or allow some of my boyfriends to share their huge cocks with them.  But I must admit that the fantasy I have been having lately is one where I whore my sissy out to work in a whore house (yes, like my Mama’s used to have).  For those not familiar with my earlier posts, I grew up in a bordello where the (all white women) girls plied their trade with black customers only.

Then, of course, there is my other favorite type of roleplay- cuckolding.  This is one that is close to my…pussy- hee hee.  I lived that particular lifestyle in real life and still enjoy a romp in the bed with several well hung men (preferably black- but as long as their cock is very big I don’t care what color they are), while my significant other watches.  Afterward, he must come to me and lick my pussy clean of all the cum left by my lovers.  Depending on the cuckold, I also love it when they join me and my friends in bed and suck their cocks for my enjoyment- making them hard before they fuck me. 

And, I can’t forget another favorite of mine- sensual domination.  I just adore it when I have  a man under my control, teasing him mercilessly as I slowly crawl on top of him, barely touching his body with my long red fingernails as I run them up and down his body, only to reach his cock and slightly lick the head, giving him only a taste of what drives him mad with lust.  Oh sure, I eventually give him the best orgasm of his pathetic life- but not before having some delicious fun! 

If a caller has a small cock, I enjoy humiliating him, too.   I love how he takes that “itty bitty clitty” and jacks it off while I insult him, laughing all the way through his eventual lil’ ol’ orgasm.  But if he is one of those who would rather not be allowed to cum, I am probably not the one to call.  I am one of those people who doesn’t feel that a cumless call is a satisfying one- for me or him.  There are mistresses that really get off on that- as does some callers, but I am not particularly fond of that one.

Nor am I the one to call for what I call a “count cum.”  You know, where the guy likes you to tell him how many times to jerk his cock up and down.  I’ll get you off, but I’d rather use my unrestricted, nasty images of certain sexual acts between us to get you there.  I think it’s more creative, and I have been told that my technique can be overwhelmingly awesome.

So, that about sums up my sexual proclivities- and, no, I didn’t mention hardcore domination because that is not particularly my forte, either.  I will probably not tell you to spank yourself 30 times.  Now if you really want, I will give you a little cock and ball torture, but generally speaking, that just isn’t my specialty.  Sure, I’ll spank your ass a little bit, but I’d rather use my feminine wiles and hot, sexy body to send you to la la land.  Call me and find out for yourself.  I assure you, you will not go away dry…

Empress Celeste

1-800-356-6169  Hours:  Tuesday - Saturday 4pm - 2am

(Or email me for an appointment)

empressceleste@yahoo.com

After recently talking about an old boyfriend with whom I shared a cuckold lifestyle that included his secret sissy side, I thought I’d go back down memory lane to another lover who gave me some other glimpses into the feminine- sissy(?) side of men.

Now this guy was really hot- I mean the moment I laid eyes on him, the sexual heat started flowing- both ways.  Our eyes locked in perfect lust for one another.  It was just one of those things that don’t happen often, but when they do, watch out!

It wasn’t just his handsome features- the noble-looking romanesque nose, or those deep brown eyes shaded by perfect eyebrows, but it was his incredible nice plump ass, the way he walked- the legs, slightly bowed that made me weak.  Sigh.  So we didn’t waste time “hooking up,” as they call it, and made arrangements to meet the next day at my place.

Needless to say, the moment he walked through my door- and believe me, I was waiting for him with ‘bated breathe,’ dressed-  or should I say undressed in some 6 inch blue satin heels, short blue sheer babydolls- and nothing else except my red lipstick and earrings, we wrapped ourselves in each others arms.  I could feel the hardness already through his pants. 

Well, I certainly didn’t intend to tell you all of this, but to get straight to the chase, we didn’t even make it to my bedroom for the first round.  Tearing at each other’s clothes like animals, we consummated The Act quite quickly.

Looking around my living room at the scattered clothes, my nightie, his shirt and pants, and so on, I had to smile.  It had been a long time since I felt so…alive!  After all, sex can become just a routine, fairly enjoyable romp until you run into someone who turns you on beyond belief.

But it was with this masculine hunk that I was to observe something interesting that has proven itself over and over again in my experiences.  After several ’sessions’ of robust lust-making- no, alas it wasn’t love, he exposed his other side to me.  One night we were going at it vigorously, when he said, quite reasonably- (you see I was at this point in my life somewhat unexperienced in the ways of sex) “Talk dirty to me!!”

Okay, I admit that my repertoire at that time wasn’t so advanced as it is today, and I struggled to put voice to his request.   “Fuck me, fuck me!”  I said, in my most alluring voice.  I may have added a few other adjectives and adverbs, but apparently he wasn’t quite satisfied. 

It was then that my hunk of masculinity called out:  “Call me a bitch!”

A bitch?  The (derogatory) word for a female?  Now, that might not seem strange to you, but at that time, for me, well, I was devastated!  What was this about, I wondered to myself.  So I complied, and that was also when I started experimenting with him, trying one feminine thing after another- and to my chagrin, he responded favorably!  Yes, my image of him was shattered- but a new one was coming to the forefront.  And, surprisingly to me, one that I learned to like very, very much.

More Later, or you can call me to find out more juicy details…

Empress Celeste

1-800-356-6169    Tuesday - Saturdays  4pm - 2am  est

empressceleste@yahoo.com

*Don’t forget, you can also try a texting session!  Just go to http://sexytexting.com

It is hard to believe that at one time I didn’t know what a sexual fetish was.  I only knew that I enjoyed the life of cuckolding and everything it entailed.  And, for that matter, I never really connected being a sissy with that lifestyle either.  Even though I lived it with a boyfriend, it was some time before I discovered his sissy side.  He hadn’t revealed it to me yet.  But one day while he was at work, I happened upon a brief case that I opened and found, to my amazement, his high heels, silk stockings and garter belt.

I initially felt betrayed.  Why hadn’t he shared this side of himself with me?  After all, we had already begun our little trists where I brought black guys home and fucked them while he would watch, peeking through a door.  The men never knew they were being watched.  And after they left, he would lick their cum from my pussy- wanking his cock throughout it all.

He was my first actual experience in kinkiness, as I was barely out of my teens.  And what an education I got.  I also discovered that he had other fetishes besides what we shared together.  When he had been drinking- which he occasionally did, he would go out and cruise t streets looking for gay men or even better, shemales to either suck his cock- or he sucked theirs.  (I am not quite sure which, since he never went into details about them).  I only happened to find out about that when one called and I answered the telephone.

We stayed together for maybe two years, him with his secret fetishes, and me, well, developing and learning my own- and his.  It took a while for me to accept his outside interests with other men, but eventually I came to understand it, and even participate to the level that I could.  He was a well-traveled, worldly older man, who visited other countries quite regularly.  I suppose he honed his fetishes by experimenting and going to exotic places. 

Sometimes I wish that I had stuck with him, and took advantage of the traveling.  But, alas, I was too young and too immature to take advantage of the situation.  One thing I remember him telling me, when I asked about the language barriers in some of these foreign places; he said that sex is a universal language.  One did not need to speak the same language to understand sexuality- it just happens.

Empress Celeste

Well, after several days of being “under the weather,” I have returned with hopes of good health and good sex.  Speaking of good sex,  one of the last calls I took before having to take off for several days of rest and recuperation, has clung pleasantly to my mind.  So I thought I would share it and the dynamics surrounding it.

The call was from a very friendly guy with a sense of humor to match.  After giving me some background on himself- and I returned the same, we discovered we had something other than sex in common.  He was a budding writer, unpublished as yet, but very prolific with several short stories under his belt.    We were both immediately excited, as though we had just shared an awesome orgasm.  Making the writers’ connection is very hard to explain.  You really have to be a writer to understand it.  Before I knew it, we were talking about our favorite types of literature and authors.   When I talked about some of my favorite writers- particularly the 19th century French writers such as Maupaussant and flaubert, he seemed genuinely impressed.

Could it be that he- like so many others, think we PSO’s (phone sex operators), are limited to things of a sexual nature only?  Or that we are intellectual midgets, perhaps?  Well, that might be the stereotype, and assuredly there are those types of women in the field, but never think that we are all one monolithic group of bimbos without a brain.

In fact, this company in particular, tends to hire only smart, clever women who happen to love being Dominatrixes and dealing with submissive men, in particular.  Speaking of which, my new friend informed me that he also tended to be attracted to strong women who could rule them in bed, enticing him to do practically anything they desired to him.

The idea of teasing and slightly tormenting him by a beautiful, particularly woman of color- really turned him on, and after a while of stimulating conversation, I cleverly (in my humble opinion) steered him toward the bed where we seamlessly fell into a delicious role play where I changed the tenor of the entire conversation and lured him into my sensual trap whereby he wound up on his knees being fucked mercilessly with my huge strapon.

To say the least, he really enjoyed the session.  Actually, we both did.  We agreed how fulfilling the conversation itself was- even before the sex.   He even claimed- and, yes, I believe him, that the conversation was so intriguing that even if we had never progressed any further, he would still have hung up satisfied.   Why am I so certain that he was telling the truth?   In addition to that call, we have in the course of one week spoken three times- and only once was sex involved.

In the relatively short time I’ve been here, the phone calls have been a lot of fun and often very sensual and gratifying, but the one thing I have yet to participate in is a texting session.  Now in the past, when I was new to the intenet- we’re talking 1997-1998- I found myself fooling around with so-called “cyber sex,” which. in my opinion, is simply the older moniker for the newer term “sex texting.”  

The main thing I learned though, was that it really does work!  You can receive immense pleasure, ergo an orgasm, by simply “back and forthing” with erotic conversation.  I can remember having some doubters poo-pooing the idea of being able to cum through an internet- and more importantly, voiceless conversation.  They could not believe it was possible.  But it was.  It was more than possible- it happens every day for a lot of people who try it.

In fact for some, it works better than a phone conversation.  After all, there are all kinds of people out there that are just too shy or are intimidated by calling someone on the phone for sex.  A wannabee sissy, or even a guy with cuckold dreams might not be willing to make that call, but the texting is so much more attractive to them because it is also more anonymous than vocal contact.

Personally, I have really great memories of chatting my way to an orgasm, and knowing the person I am chatting with is doing the same thing.   It can- and has led some people to eventually make that change over to the telephone.  And then again, some never have the urge or find it necessary to do it any other way.

All it takes is the abiity to peck out or type out what you are feeling a desire for, and simply express it in words.  Of course some people express themselves better than others, but that’s okay too.  A good pso (phone sex operator) should be able to guide you into whatever it is you desire, and the most intense way to get there.

There is no one particular technique that you need to know when doing a session.  All you need is to be able to half-way spell so that someone can understand you, and you will be on your way.  But it takes making that first step, and sign up for a session that can be loads of fun as well as sexually satisfying.  I speak from experience, not just what I have heard. 

So, hopefully, one day soon I will get someone who wants to try a texting session.  I love the phone contacts, but a texting session can be something different and can put you more at ease if you are a bit nervous or shy about phoning someone.  Believe me, you won’t regret it, and it can be quite addicting- just as I am…

Empress Celeste

empresseceleste@yahoo.com hours:  tues. thru sat 4pm - 2am

1-800-356-6169

There are few things more empowering than standing clothed in sexy leather attire- or other sensual clothes, with a naked man kneeling at your feet, ready and willing to obey your every command.   The nakedness of the man elicits feelings of weakness, humiliation and shame.   He is exposed before the woman who comparatively speaking is clothed, which automatically puts her in the superior position over him. 

Why would a man want to be in a position of such potent inequality?  Pleasure.  Plain and simple.  The dynamics of Clothed Female, Naked Men (CFNM),  are so sexually arousing for him, that he will eagerly allow this subjugation and embarrassment inflicted on him. 

She, on the other hand, derives pleasure- and often sexual gratification, from watching him grovel for her, doing anything she desires.  She will want to see proof of his loyalty, and may command him to do all sorts of embarrassing sexual acts to himself with all sorts of equipment- from table legs to butt plugs, the more far out, the better. 

Often, he will fantasize about being naked in front of a group of women.   The women are always clothed, and he stands naked in front of them, while they may inspect him, force him to entertain them in various ways, at their discretion.   Their laughter and their humiliating remarks, only serve to arouse him even more.  Unlike other submissive types, there is a definite element of exhibitionism involved in his manner. 

Cuckolds, generally speaking, have no need to be shown off sexually.  For instance, they are usually concerned with pleasing their significant other, receiving their sexual satisfaction by watching or just knowing their loved one is being serviced by other men.  Many times they will even help prepare her for her lover, even “cleaning her up” (licking her) after she has had sex with one or more multiple partners.

CFNM is a very interesting category in of itself.  Some sIssy slaves could possibly be included in this group.   After all, some of them enjoy being humiliated and what better way to be embarrassed and treated like a slut than to be in a complete state of undress in front of a beautiful, sexily dressed mistress/empress.

The next time you have an urge to get naked, give me a call. I will stand over you, dressed to kill- or shall we say, to dominate, and allow you to lick my thigh high black patent leather boots, till your tongue falls out and your cock rises up.

Empress Celeste

1-800-356-6169  Hours:  Tuesdays thru Saturdays 4pm - 2am

empressceleste@yahoo.com
 

The following is a summary of a roleplay request that I participated in very recently.  Is it my favorite roleplay?  Well, in a strange and weird way, yes, if nothing else, for its unusual qualities and it is without question one that will remain the most memorable that I ever have done, or will do.

He hesitated when I asked whether he had any particular fantasy that evening.  And when he finally spoke, it was in a quiet, muted tone.  I had to ask him to repeat himself.  He kept saying it was something “bad;”  that it was really “bad.”  Finally, he said it.  He was a married man with a daughter.  He wished to see his wife and daughter laid out in coffins.  Dead.  He quickly reminded me that it was only a fantasy.  But he couldn’t stop imagining them like that.  Before he even got to talking about the sexual aspect of it, he switched to me.

He said how beautiful I would look laid out in a white casket; how breathtaking I would be, dressed only in thigh-high boots, lying there perfectly still, perfectly cold.  He said he could imagine the two of us sitting on a sofa, laughing and talking, and drinking wine; how naked, except for my thigh high leather boots, I would follow him to the bedroom where my white casket would be awaiting me.  By this time the wine- poisoned, of course- would have worked its (black) magic, and I would end up laid out in the casket, where he would commence to fucking me with sheer abandon. And, how he would worship every inch of my body, doing whatever he pleased- whenever he pleased.

Complete control.  The ultimate complete control.  He would lick my pussy hungrily, stopping only when he was temporary satiated- for he would never get enough of me.  He would come home every night from work and there I’d be- still, and always, beautiful and waiting…  In his grotesque fantasy, I would never degrade, never change; my body always and forever perfect. 

To say this caller gave me chills is an understatement.  I have heard all kinds of strange fantasies in my limited phone sex career- the cuckold who wanted me to climb on his back and ride him like a horse- whipping him all the way around the room, or the sissy who love dressing up as a witch, black hat, broom and all, but this one got to me.  Somehow, oddly enough, I was able to meet him on his level.  I forced myself to imagine the entire scenario, to go with the flow- eerie and frightening as it was.   And I believe that I was initially so shocked at his fantasy, that I couldn’t even find the words to deny him this height of perversion, so I went along on this nightmare- no, even more, I consented to be the starring attraction.   If the next caller says “I vant to bite your neck-” I think I’ll just faint.