More from Sierra

• Getting Blasphemous this Christmas

  December 22, 2025

  As I strut around my winter wonderland lair in a sheer, red lace teddy that barely contains my big tits, the fire crackling and the scent of hot cocoa wafting through the air, I relish the sinful thoughts swirling in my mind. It’s Christmas, but for me, that means one thing – indulging in the most depraved, blasphemous acts with my adoring slaves.

  First up, I call forth my devout dominatrix, we will call her Sister Sexy, clad in her habit of black leather and lace. With a wicked grin, I announce my blasphemous plan: we’ll reenact the nativity scene, but instead of the Virgin Mary, I’ll take that role…and Santa will be playing the part of the Holy Ghost, descending upon me with a jingle of reindeer bells and a well-placed ‘naughty’ gift.

  Sister Sexy gasps at the audacity, her eyes widening behind her nun’s veil. Yet, without a word, she falls to her knees and unbuttons my teddy, exposing my bare breasts to the chill of the room. The cold air makes my nipples peak, a sight that has my pet priest, Father Fuck, stroking his considerable length in the corner.

  Next, I summon Father Fuck with a snap of my fingers, each of the other priest slaves falling in line behind him, their robes pooling at their feet. I order them to form a cross, the apex aimed straight at my waiting pussy as I spread my legs wide.

  With a deep, resonant voice, Father Fuck begins to recite the Lord’s Prayer, but with every word, he thrusts into me, claiming me as his Church’s proud, blasphemous whore. The other priests join in, their voices rising in a cacophony of filth as they take turns ravishing me, each one marking my body with their seed.

  By the time we’re done, the room is a testament to our depraved Christmas carols, the walls and floor slick with our sin. As I lounge amidst the debauchery, I can’t help but laugh at the sheer audacity of it all. After all, in my world, there’s no greater blasphemy than defiling the sacred with raw, unbridled lust. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

• Mistress Sierra’s Den of Debauchery

  December 1, 2025

  Welcome, my dear submissive slaves, to my lair of lust and depravity. I am Mistress Sierra, the blonde bombshell who will unchain your deepest, darkest desires. Prepare to surrender to my every whim and cruel command.

  As you enter my opulent dungeon, your eyes are immediately drawn to my statuesque form. My long, golden tresses cascade down my back, a tantalizing crown of seduction. My curves are accentuated by a black leather corset, cinched tight to emphasize my ample bosom. A sheer lace negligee, barely covering my delicate skin, leaves little to the imagination.

  My gaze pierces through the gloom, scrutinizing each of you. Your sweat-drenched bodies, trembling with anticipation, are a feast for my discerning eyes. How deliciously vulnerable you stand before me, eager to serve and please.

  But first, a demonstration of my authority. I command one of my loyal playthings to present himself. The poor soul, bound and gagged, is powerless to resist as I unleash my sadistic pleasure upon him. His moans of agony mingle with the creaking of the leather restraints and the rhythmic slap of my paddle against his tender flesh. His eyes, wide with terror, are a delight to behold.

  As his screams reach a crescendo, I bring the punishment to an end, leaving him gasping and twitching in exquisite agony. I take a moment to admire my handiwork before turning my attention to the rest of you.

  “Who is next to receive a taste of my lash?” I purr, my voice as sultry as a summer breeze. “Step forward, my pets, and let me show you the true meaning of servitude.”

  In this den of iniquity, there is no escape from the clutches of Mistress Sierra. Your bodies are mine to mold, your pleasure and pain, mine to give. Embrace your role as my playthings and revel in the ecstasy of utter submission. For in my presence, you are nothing but an extension of my darkest, most depraved desires.