Changing (Chastity Time)

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I give you a report from a boy who finds himself Changing both physically and mentally on my behalf. As you know there is nothing I like more then knowing you have pushed yourself to the limit….

Mistress

i am back at work and the key is here in my drawer, but as time goes on i seem to be Changing. There seems to be a battle going on inside me. A battle between my desire to please myself physically and my desire to please You. The desire to please myself seems to be slowing dying, seems to be being subdued by my desire to please You, to suffer for You in any way You choose.

My dreams at night are focused on You, dreams of pleasuring You, dreams of being teased endlessly for Your amusement without ever having an orgasm.

i was woken in the night over the weekend so the sounds of sex in the room next to mine. The sounds of a women in orgasm over and over again and then finally of a man groaning as he explodes inside her. I listened and ached so deeply, thinking it was You. i lay awake for hours after, wanting, needing, aching.

Your cock straining for an erection that it cannot have. i am starting to get more used to sitting while i pee, it is humbling in a way and seems to reinforce that i am not a man with any rights or station in life.

My testicles are so exposed and vulnerable, they get jostled and banged regularly, even from just bending down to pick something up. They ache continually for You.

Can’t wait till we can speak,
-Anon

….I hope you enjoyed this report from one boy and his journey that’s causing him to change from who he was to who he will be. I especially enjoy the parts where I know there is genuine suffering.

Talk Soon,
Miss Peyton

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Changing

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Thank You for helping me, i can feel myself changing, my purpose and desires changing. It can be confusing at times but i know everything that is happening is for the best. The conversations we have, the images You paint for me are overwhelming any other thoughts or desires i may have had.

Each time we talk i feel clearer about my place in the world and the place of men in general. If i am confused or off on any of my thinking please correct me. i am not a person (men are not persons) i am an object, to be owned, used, for the pleasure and amusement of You (of Women).

Women are superior to men in all respects. Women are persons. Because men are owned objects they can be used any way a Woman sees fit.

i love You and i will obey You completely.

….. Very nice wouldn’t you say so??

Talk Soon,

Miss Peyton

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Corrupt Confession

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I give you one Corrupt Confession…. I know you can relate!

Thank You Ma’am. i am so perverted and sick. i think that is why the images You have been sending ….. i don’t know, this is all new to me. In some ways seem right. Men are ruled by their cocks, men do awful things because of their cocks.

In someways i think it would be better if men, or i will speak for myself, if i were nothing more than property, to be owned, controlled, used for a women’s, for Your, amusement. i think if people were honest, in a lot of ways, women are just superior to men.

i am so tired of trying to control myself, in someways i would truly welcome just letting go and letting You truly own me, especially the parts of me that i just cannot seem to control, my cock, my balls, me sexual desires…… But i also know that there is a breaking process, that my cock will not just give up, it wants what it wants when it wants it, and the truth is, my ball ate the driving force behind it all…

i don’t know, but You are the first person that makes me feel that there is hope.

-Anon

..Sure hope you enjoyed reading!

Talk Soon,

Miss Peyton

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My Pantie Slut

It was a day like every other day, but not really!  My Pantie Slut had been itching to have me control him in all new ways.  You see he’s not really a pantie slut at all, that is until I forced him to become one.  LOL

Here we are in the thick of it all when the naughty thought occurred to me he should have to really walk to tight rope, I mean he does have a family and all but what would be better then making him return home after work wearing a pair of pink  panties? My Pantie Slut

You can only imagine what was running through his mind as he walked through the door, although no one could see beneath his clothing his heart pounded, hands shaking, mouth felt like a cotton plantation had moved in.  I guess you could say he was near panic mode.  The funny thing is, I really played it up to him, told him how it would please me more than anything if he’d only do this one thing for me.  (Giggles)

For those of you who know me, what’s so blaring obvious here is the choice he’s about to make will have consequences.  You see I had told him to keep those panties on until bed time, NO excuses.  But I did offer him an out if he needed one.  Turns out he DID want and need the out because those panties drove him wild.  It wasn’t the panties that got to him, it was the control, the excitement of being caught, knowing me the way he does he knew something big was about to take place.

There he is asking me for a way he could get out of wearing them until bedtime… well YES there is!  I’m so happy you asked.  He actually moaned when he heard me say that to him.   What started out a fun little project just became very REAL.  Good to know, Right?

Why not take a walk with me through the very twisted thoughts I have regarding how to shake you to the core.  You scared?  Don’t be, I always give you the escape clause… IF you DARE.

Talk Soon Naughty One,

Miss Peyton

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A Date With Mistress

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For our date, I would first take a shower and wash my hair, so that I smell good. Then I would brush my teeth to make sure my breath is OK. I would read and memorize some jokes from a joke book in case a situation came up where a joke might be appropriate.

When I pick you up for our date, I would make sure I brought you a gift. A feminine gift, such as flowers, seems like a pretty good idea.

If the weather is too hot or too cold for comfort, I would make sue that I parked close enough to your place so that we could get to my car fairly quickly.

Assuming that dinner is involved here, I would take you to a very nice restaurant and sit at a more private table where we could talk about things. I might ask you about your recent medical experience, although that might not be very romantic.

Although I realize this is fantasy, I find it difficult to think about this right now knowing that I still consider you to be fragile and somewhat in pain. It is difficult for me to separate your healing body from the fantasy that I want to have. But here goes.

After taking you back to your place, I imagine that I would end up partially clothed (or less) and on my knees before, either as a result of you giving me a command or you pusing me physically into such a position. Then you would roll me over onto my back and strip off your panties and sit down roughly on my face, rubbing your pussy back and forth on my nose and mouth while stroking my cock. You would keep stroking my cock but keep stopping when I would get close to cumming.

Once you had enough orgasms from rubbing yourself on my face, you would roll me back over onto my hands and knees and apply lubricant to my ass. Then you would fuck me with your strap-on. You would do this for a fairly long time, while reaching around and occasionally stroking me, but still not letting me cum.

When you were finally bored with this, you would throw my clothes at me and tell me to get dressed and get out. I would comply, while begging you to have another date soon. No promises from you.

… Provided by one very loyal slave!

Talk Soon,

Miss Peyton

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