Sisters of Annis

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Lockdown Vampires Day Eleven I've heard of The Countess, it's infamous, you know. Infamous for the blood orgies, for the inversion of the patriarchal order. It's a place where women have ultimate power over men, where everything is stripped away from the boys (including their clothes). And the Women, (Sophie told me I'm supposed to put a capital letter whenever I refer to a Lady, Woman or  Girl  from now on (I doubt I'll remember, but I'll try)), They love it. I mean, every Girl wants to be a Princess right? Well, they pretty much get this at The Countess, though it's a Princess with a difference.  The Countess is exclusive. It’s like having a part of Monaco in London. Wealth, oppulence, hedonism all in one place, all with a dark twist of Dominant Female Bloodsuckers. I’m jumping ahead, because our journey to The Countess wasn’t as straight-forward as I thought it would be. I mean, it should have been great. I was told to get the Jag - an XE - from the g...

Lockdown Vampires Day Nine Things changed fast. I mean real fast. Fast like the speed of a storm on Jupiter. As soon as I was packed,  Kyla's driver picked me up. His  only conversation was to insist I give him my mobile and that there was no need for me to know our destination. I wasn't so sure, so I rang Kyla. She told me to stop wasting her time and do what I was told. She ended the call abruptly. Reluctantly I handed him my phone. I kept an eye out for sign posts, roads names, anything that would indicate where we were going,  but it was already late and I was tired,  and turning left, then right, then right again and again ... you know, it wasn't long before I was lost. I resigned myself to what was going to happen, and reminded myself that a server was still a step up from a blood slave. Not much of one maybe, I guessed I'd soon find out.  After a couple of hours, he turned onto a long gated driveway. The naive, boyish part of me felt like I was g...

Lockdown Vampires Day Seven Hello everyone! This is Sophie.  Alex, the silly boy, asked me to post on his blog! What fun I'm going to have! 🎉🎉🎉 Just teasing! I only know Alex through The Grimoire; he's an avid customer of all things vampire, especially the Sister's of Annis. I bet he'll wish he wasn't after last night! Too late! 😀 🔐 😂 I was at Kyla's house when Alex was formally accepted as her server. He's gonna be a busy boy from now on. I doubt he'll have much time to blog. He'll be busy seeing to her every need. Maybe I'll take over. I'll change the name to Sophie's blog !  When it was over, he asked me to tell you what happened. He actually said, 'warn', but I'm  not warning anyone.  The lockdown is still going on in Britain, and with The Grimoire closed (I got furloughed, so at least I'm being paid 💷),  my time is my own, so here goes. Alex Alex  was taken to a large house in London in ...

Lockdown Vampires Day Five I've just got back.  The supermarket was busy. The queue outside weaved along the side of the building all the way past deliveries and down the road into the housing estate. I waited for nearly two hours before I got in and then what? Just like they said, the shelves were empty! The staff hadn't even tried to stop people from panic buying.    I told you it was gonna get bad! Anyway, I got some stuff. Filled my trolley as best I could, but I didn't panic buy. Maybe knowing what's coming left me with a strange kind of acceptance. Like a fly trapped in a spiders web; no matter how hard it struggles, it's still gonna die. Well, I'm not planning on dying. Not yet. I'll be a server. I'm not strong enough to be a guardian and doubt I taste nice enough to become a blood slave. You heard the saying that semen tastes different based on what a man eats? Okay, it's not a saying, but most people have heard it. Blood's t...

Lockdown Vampires Day Three Everything's ramped up. Lockdown's become martial law. I bet you didn't expect that so soon. I knew it was coming, I've been saying it for years. Not on this blog maybe. The authorities shut down my last one, and my website. Youtube banned me. So did Facebook. At least I can talk about it here, at the moment, before they silence me again. And you need to hear this. You women and you men, you need to know what's fucking coming to rip your lives apart. Happily married? Or a miserable singleton, like me? It doesn't matter. This earthquake's gonna split the men from the women. It's gonna change everything.  The NHS (they mean Porton Down and the other lot)  are working on finding a cure. They may do it, turn things around, but I'm not convinced. Once her heart stops, that's it. Only, it's starts again. No one expects that, see. No one is prepared for it. They think they're dead. Dead and gone. They're...