‘Twas the Night

Tomorrow morning, dozens of families recovering from domestic and sexual violence are going to celebrate better, brighter Christmases because of everything you guys helped us do. Ladies and gents, subs and Dommes – so many people came together to donate to our annual charity drive and raised $8,890.53!!!

I bought a lot of presents with it… Like, a lot.

Then I tetris-ed them into boxes:

Many boxes. And I tetris-ed those into a mini-van I rented:

AND AWAY WE WENT. It was amazing! The 8 hours of driving I did right after a final exam wasn’t exactly paradise, but it was SO worth it! The people at the organization were incredibly humbled and grateful, and knowing so many kids (including those in our adopted family!) are going to have such wonderful visits from Santa made my day – made my week, my year really.

It’s not just the gifts for the kids that help the families. I bought a lot of gifts for women too, because the organization sets up a whole “store” (obviously doesn’t cost anything to shop in) for the kids to pick out gifts for their moms. They know mom went through hell. Many probably witnessed the violence done to mom and would give anything to make her feel better. And not only will those kids get great gifts themselves, they get to give mom something special too. How awesome will that be!?!?

No one has been all up in my inbox like, “Okay, but how do we know you don’t secretly have like 12 kids you’re just making us Christmas shop for your little brats?” I’d chalk your trust up to my six and a half years on the EH scene, but I’ve been doing this drive since the start and I’ve never had anyone be mistrustful even when I was brand new.

But I like to give you proof that I donated anyway. Or, at least, the closest I can come to proof. I have to heavily redact this because it has a family member’s real info and also because unfortunately association with a sex worker might not be the best thing for an organization that helps women who are victims of sexual abuse. But I’m in possession of a donation receipt for $8900 worth of stuff given to a non-profit in Florida on December 11th of this year, at least!

I donate in a loved one’s name, as a Christmas gift of sorts to him, so that’s why donor info is back in my home state of MA, in a town that you’ll recognize from my previous wishlists, lol.

Yes, it’s for like $10 more than y’all donated. I over-buy a bit because I’m always afraid things will arrive broken at the last minute and I’ll be under. I also shell out for rental car and gas. I’m a peach. 😀

One more thank-you to everyone who participated. This is seriously my favorite time of year, and it’s all because of your generosity. If you missed the drive, start saving up NOW and follow me on Twitter so you’ll be ready when the drive kicks off in 2018!

Mistress Amethyst’s FREE File!

Mistress Amethyst likes to record a FREE FILE around the holidays and this year ONLY people who donated to the charity event this year can get a copy!  She’s a little under the weather and is going to wait a bit to record until her voice is in mind-melting form again. The silver lining to this is that you have one last chance to get on the list of people who are going to receive her file!

ANYONE who donated to the charity drive is eligible to receive Mistress Amethyst’s free file. It doesn’t matter how much you donated or whether your donation was already used to claim files in the Limited Edition store or not. I have sent an email this evening with the subject “Checking Her List…” to everyone already on the list.

If you donated to the drive but did NOT get an email from me tonight and would like to be added to the list to receive Mistress Amethyst’s FREE FILE, you must reply to the Limited Edition Claim Form you submitted after donating to the drive. That’s how I will verify your donation.

THIS FILE HAS BEEN GIVEN OUT ALREADY. You can have access to it next year.

Charity Drive 2017 Wrap-Up

This has been a busy year for me and an even busier one for Charlotte. We were worried it might affect donations this year.

We were right. The average donation per person dropped significantly.

I was glad, initially, that I only set our goal at $6,522 (seemingly arbitrary, but the amount at which our lifetime total across all drives would exceed $30,000) and I was even a little nervous we might not meet it.

Thankfully, we did! We even, remarkably, exceeded it toward the end of the drive.

Then I started to wonder… What are the chances we beat last year’s total? “Beating last year” has been a theme since this drive started. Every year has been better than the last. Last year we raised ~$7,534. Which, true to form, bested the year before it – but by less than two hundred dollars. I wondered if there ANY chance we could do that again. The thought of even squeaking by just $10 or $15 ahead of last year seemed like a bit of a dream.

Would we end up CLOSE to last year’s total?

It turns out the answer was no.

We didn’t end up close to last year’s amount. We ended up way past it. You guys worked together, dug deep, and raised $8,790 in ten days.

I’ll give you a minute to let that sink in.

Actually, never mind. The concerted act of true goodness taking place here can’t really sink in over the course of a minute or two. I’ve had 14 hours to think about it, and I’m still entirely dumbfounded. So let’s just move on, lol.

I am profoundly grateful to have such selfless, giving fans, friends, and followers. So many women and children who have fled domestic and sexual violence this year are going to get the Christmas they deserve because of you. There will be another post about the donating itself – my jammed rental car, donation receipts, etc.  But for now, while I’m still getting everything ready, just know I am moved and pleased beyond the scope of my verbal prowess which, let’s face it, is staggering. 😛

Last – but not even close to least – I want to send SO MUCH LOVE TO MY FELLOW SEXWORKERS who tweeted about the drive, encouraged their followers to donate, and cheered me on behind the scenes.

As I said earlier, the average individual donation amounts decreased. But that didn’t matter. Because we saw a huge increase in the NUMBER of people who donated. While only about 9% of those who donated made note that they were donating for the sole purpose of honoring another domme’s wish for followers to contribute, I’m absolutely convinced the large increase in the number of donations has a lot to do with my signal-boosting sister sexworkers. You ladies are amazing. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart!

Now I’m off to do some more shopping… I’ve been spending like mad but I’ve still got $500-$600 to put toward gifts.

Nightcall

Entirely naked except for a blindfold, he slept. I closed the front door silently behind me and slipped out of my shoes. The soft carpet conspired to keep my approach silent. The light from the dining room faded as I tiptoed down the hall, so just the barest hint remained in the bedroom.

Enough lingered so I could see the shape of his pale arm on top of the dark blanket. His vulnerability was intoxicating. I traced my fingers down his shoulder and upper arm, hardened muscle even in the looseness of sleep. Hungry for him, aching to spur him into command-following action, I wrapped my fingers around the back of his arm and squeezed.

So fast I didn’t see it coming, his other arm shot out and he seized me. With a fluid, practiced motion, he locked his hand around my thumb, twisting down and away, so my body was forced to follow. I had guessed this might happen so I didn’t cry out or try to pull away. There wasn’t any pain anyway, he had stopped just short of that. He was coiled but calm.

Silent, frozen, I waited with a smile he couldn’t see melting across my lips. After a single breath, in and out, he said my name. It was a question.

Yes. It’s me. 

He disengaged as soon as he heard my voice and said he was sorry.

Don’t be. It’s… inspiring.

I could see his brow scrunch up beneath the blindfold. “What is?” he asked.

To see training so deeply embedded.

Power Hungry

Exploiting a man doesn’t always mean exploiting his weaknesses. Sometimes, I like to exploit strengths too.

Bringing a powerful man to his knees is far sexier than just walking across a doormat that was already flat on the floor. When a confident, powerful man is sexually charged to the point of frenzy, but is held back – not by ropes or handcuffs or threats, but by his place beneath me in the power rankings… it’s a sight to behold.

Years ago, I remember the first time I was spanking my boyfriend at the time. He was entirely nude, save for a hood. I had him bend over and place his hands flat on the bed. For a moment, I just admired him. Daunting physical strength rippled through him. Not an ounce of extra fat anywhere, every muscle designed to do a job – a lethal, brutal job.

Power, power, power. It radiated from him. In mere seconds, he could have overpowered me and I don’t think it would have even raised his heart rate. But there he was, blind, bent over a bed, vulnerable and exposed and I was completely in control. That’s a high I can’t quite describe.

I gently caressed his smooth, perfect ass before the first swat. It was pretty light, but he was so horny he moaned and his hips jumped forward anyway. A few more times I repeated this… Rubbing his ass softly, then a stinging slap. Wet spots appeared on the linens every time his hips jumped and his cock made contact with the bed. I had a THING for his precum, so it was driving me wild to see.

He was aching and desperate. As I hit him harder and harder, I could see it began to take strength to keep himself bent over like that. His fingers dug into the sheets, his breathing came hot and ragged beneath the hood. I knew the sweet sensation of his cock being pressed against the mattress every time he thrust felt so good that he was having to fight himself to get back into position each time. He needed more. He needed much more than that and I wouldn’t give it to him. And that’s when things got fun.

That’s always the point when things get fun! So many times, in so many ways.

It doesn’t have to start with a spanking, it just has to start with ramping up unmet desires. Then… I make him turn on Beast Mode. But with a muzzle.

Is this what you want? To touch me, taste me, FEEL me around you? 

Do you want what’s under these panties? 

Well then… Rip them the fuck off.

He will. Of course he will.

I have an actual subset of lingerie that’s destined for one-time use because I WANT it to get grabbed and shredded. I WANT him to tap into his literally-rip-her-clothes-off fantasies. I want to have him indulge in consensual feral fucking.

Hold him. Pull him close. Slide sticky fingers into his mouth. Grab his ass, pull his hips into mine. Crashing together hard, almost painful, still not close enough.

Whisper.

I need you. I need you now. I’m so fucking horny it hurts.

Voice cracking. Not empty words. The physical pain from being this horny is REAL.

Hands never stop moving, kneading, stroking, squeezing. Hard kisses here, there, and everywhere – between every sentence. Nipping at flesh because the pressure of a kiss isn’t enough. NOTHING is enough. We need more more more. We need to drown in each other.

It hurts, it fucking hurts. I NEED you inside me. Right now. I can’t go one more fucking second without you. Fucking hell. Please, please, please.

And he’s a beast, caged. He knows I’m not actually begging, because he knows the next move is mine. The command hasn’t come. He’s quivering, panting, pupils wide and skin tingling. He needs it as badly as I do, but… He can’t take what he wants. What I’ve made him desperate for.

He has to wait, trapped inside this eternal moment. Everything he wants right in front of him, pleading with him to give in to his primal desire. Knowing that between the two of us, in this one context, I’m the only one who gets to give in to my primal passions and TAKE what I want. He surrendered any and all ability to do that, as every man lucky enough to get into my bedroom does.

He’s coiled, ready, needs to run, but the leash is in my hands. He could pull free with ease, but where would that leave him? Untethered, alone, abandoned. So he stays, jittery with anticipation, waiting, waiting, waiting.

This is not a democracy. We are not equals here in this space. We both want, we both need. But only I can act on it. He can only react, hope, pray to gods he doesn’t even believe in that I will tell him to do what he wants to do with every last fiber of his being.

I grab him by the back of the head. I don’t care if I hurt him. My nails dig into his flesh. He is mine and he will do what I want. He winces as I claw at his lower back with my other hand. I’m vicious, I want to mark him. Mine, mine, mine. I hiss through my teeth, against his ear.

Fuck me.

Sweet release, that one command. The order he lives to hear. The one he started earning decades before he even met me. It takes a man a lifetime to deserve me.

Yes. Yes. YES.

There’s nothing like fucking a lust-drunk man who captivates my dominant attention, losing ourselves entirely in hot sweaty, sticky, exquisitely savage sex. Him holding onto the last threads of his upper consciousness solely so he can follow my directions and fuck me exactly. how. I. want. to. be. fucked.

Now you’ll have to excuse me, I’m going to plan a date night.

I may need new lingerie soon… 😉

Mindsuck Release

Fans of mine who don’t love this domination-by-blowjob session can be declared legally dead in all 50 states.

That should be enough said for you to download this 45-minute intensely erotic hypno-fantasy. I mean, it’s free – even if your mind and body are decidedly mine in this session – so you’ve got nothing to lose. Except, perhaps, a little more of your free will to me.

One thing’s for sure, you may be getting what you want in this trance – long, hot, sexy-beyond-words oral from yours truly – but in the end, I think you’ll see what I mean when I say I get exactly what I want too.

Click here to be taken to the file’s page!

If you’re looking for a way to say thank you for my free work, click below!

THANK EMBER

NOTE: Normally, I don’t have a preference as to how people say thank you for my free work. But today, I do.

A good friend of mine has just gotten into med school. She’s a 25-year-old cancer survivor and wants to devote her life to caring for the sick, specifically those who don’t have insurance. A beautiful woman, inside and out.

She SHOULD be in full celebration mode now, but everything has been darkened by a really rough patch in her personal life. Without sharing stories that aren’t mind to tell, I will say she was treated incredibly poorly by a guy – the kind of treatment that makes me absolutely fucking LIVID.

I’ve decided I want to get her a stethoscope – a nice one, and a cancer-awareness version to boot! Now, I could just pick it up myself (and I will – she’s GETTING this one way or the other!) BUT BUT BUT…

I thought, given why she’s feeling so bad right now, it would mean something special if a fantastic guy (or guys) wanted to help me gift it to her. Put a little right with the universe, to cosmically make up for how she was disrespected and hurt so badly by a man.

SO… If you visit THIS WISHLIST you may see the 3M Littmann stethoscope at the top of the list. If you don’t, some incredible person bought it! I would LOVE for someone to gift it to me ASAP (I see her next Friday, so I need to have it ordered by Tuesday at the latest) so I can gift it to her… Or, since it’s fairly expensive, you can send Amazon GCs toward it to emberandether(at)gmail(dot)com.

This would mean a lot to me – and to her. Thank you, in advance, for how awesome I know you are going to be about this. You always pull through when I really want to make another woman happy!

But right now – go listen to Mindsuck!!! Your thanks can come after you do. 😉

UPDATE: Oh my goodness you pulled through in such a major way SO quickly!!! The gorgeous $175 Littmann stethoscope is officially bought! I’m SO SO SO happy. 😀 For those who will see this after it’s “too late” for the stethoscope, I’d also LOVE to get her flowers and a housewarming gift, so you can still send Amazon GCs and I’ll spoil her exactly as she deserves and NEEDS right now!!! The more spoiled she is, the better!!!

The Infinite Instant

I don’t have time this evening to make a proper listing for this file, so for tonight this blog post will do. This is a loop that has been kicking around my mind for a while. Intense, trippy, mind-expanding and autonomy-limiting, this powerful submission addiction loop just HAD to get made.

For anyone who wants it, it’s entirely free… A 10-minute loop that will wrap around and around you, ensnaring you completely. Mine. Mine. Mine.

DOWNLOAD .ZIP FILE     |     THANK EMBER

SPECIAL 24-MINUTE VERSION

For anyone waiting on a custom or personalized Mindsuck session while my life/moves/guest/health has put me way behind (OR anyone who got me a birthday present from my birthday list), I have something incredibly special for you… A much longer (24-minute) version of this loop for FREE. I really can’t put into words how much more intense and incredible this version is – you’ll just have to hear it yourself.

I believe they’ve all been claimed, so I’m removing the contact form for this! 🙂

UPDATE: The long version is now available for purchase via NiteFlirt so no one has to miss out!