Charity Drive 2018 Countdown…

It’s almost that time of year again! This will be the 6th year we collect donations around the holidays and use them to make Christmas brighter for survivors of sexual/domestic violence and their kiddos.

During this charity drive, as always, the Limited Edition Store will be open and you may claim these exclusive files as thank-you gifts for your donations. This year’s drive dates are as follows:

WED, November 21st ‚ÄĒ SAT, December 1st

And oh boy, you’re in for an incredible treat in 2018. FIVE Dommes (yes, including myself) have contributed a total of SEVEN new files to the Limited Edition Store this year. Trust me, I know – holy shit.

CHECK US THE HELL OUT:
(Clicking on anyone’s image will bring you to their webpage…)

I can’t overstate how cool this is, how amazing the files are this year, or how badly you’re going to kick yourself if you don’t donate during the charity drive.

Because while most of you know this, I’ll repeat it for our newcomers – you can ONLY get Limited Edition files for the days the charity drive is going on. That’s just a handful of days per year. If you miss them now, your next chance to get them will be at the end of 2019!

There will be plenty more information when the drive opens Wednesday*, including descriptions for all new files (a few are already up!), detailed instructions on how to donate, info about the cause we support and the family we “adopted” and more.

For now just do what you do best and get excited. ūüėČ

*Please note that when I say the drive will open on Wednesday, I am not promising when. Early afternoon is my guess, but I’m putting in 15-hour days at the hospital both Monday and Tuesday, so let’s be real, I will not be dragging my ass out of bed Wednesday morning at a respectable hour.

Halcyon Daze

As many of you have figured out, I’ve privately released my first file in a LONG time!

I love this one… It’s just absolutely everything I want in a dominant hypnotic trance. I know you’re going to love it too! (In fact, some of you who have it have already told me how much you love it, lol.)

Length: 18+ minutes (optionally loopable)
Price: $19.99 $9.99

NOTE: The intro price of $9.99 is valid through 01/11/2018, and is only available to those who received a NF email with a private Goody Bag link! On Friday, the file goes live to the public and the price will be $19.99.

If you don’t already have this file, go check your NF account¬†RIGHT NOW and see if you were among the lucky ones to get a link to the private and discounted Goody Bag. If not, you can wait until Friday to buy it when the bag goes live to the public!

This is¬†a singularly sultry, layered erotic trance – truly the Halcyon Daze. It’s a gorgeous¬†hypnotic mind warp perfect for every submissive friend, fan, or follower.

It’s an all-consuming mesmerizing experience of deepest submission, a craving to serve, intense physical arousal, deep peace and pleasure, and an abiding need to be MINE – can you imagine anything sweeter or more perfect?

You’ll want to re-live these Halcyon Daze over and over again.

And you CAN!!! Because this mp3 works as a straight-shot trance or it can be looped for extended pleasure and play.

Since it’s loopable, there is no induction. This file is ALL content, and uses my Drop Like a Rock trigger in the place of a induction.

(On that note, don’t be alarmed that it starts a little abruptly with no music fade in or anything – don’t worry, that IS the beginning, that format is what makes it loopable!)

*This is a NF-Exclusive file. It will not be made free, nor will it be available for purchase on any other platform or with any other payment method.

‘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. ūüėÄ

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. ūüėõ

Last Рbut not even close to least РI 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‚Äôt cry out or try to pull away. There wasn‚Äôt 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‚Äôt be. It‚Äôs… 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… ūüėČ