Hello boys, it is I, Empress Sirena.  Hear me, and obey!  It is a strange time of the year, where we are ramping up towards the end of it and hitting the last few big holidays as speed bumps on the way out.  And, in the next few weeks, while we are thinking of all the different ways to give thanks here in the States, I will be giving a few thanks of my own in this blog.  For example, I think we should all give thanks to my strap-on.

I’m Thankful For My Strap On

I love my strap-on, and I love strap-on sex.  It gives me a fun little insight to the goings-on of the male psyche.  Thanks to it, I know just how much fun it is to penetrate someone and can fully appreciate just why it is you kinky boys are constantly thinking about ways in which to facilitate it.  To be honest, since the day I first poked a subbie with my big old rubber dong, I have poked far more than been poked.

Say Hello To My Big Strap-On

First times are always the best.  It is just so much fun knowing that with every sensual thrust, the target is filled to a capacity he never knew he would be…not to mention the shame and humiliation he feels at being pounded by a powerful Ebony Goddess.  So, in summation, I give thanks to these humble straps of leather and rigid rubber phallus they hold, and take joy in noting that this November a turkey was not the only thing stuffed!

Ms. Sirena

Ready for the end of your innocence?