Twelve Days Of Torment

Twelve Days Of Sensual Torment
We all have heard the story of The Twelve Days of Christmas. But imagine how Mistress could put her own spin on it. Imagine how much ache, need and desire twisted into it.

I ask you how far you would go in order to participate. Would you participate? More than all of that would you be afraid of what comes next? Do you think you would find yourself doing things you’d never done before?

What if the Twelve Days simply introduced you to things you hadn’t thought of before. Perhaps the things you found yourself thinking about turned you on in ways you hadn’t thought you would be.

Twelve Days could very possibly push your boundaries and expand your horizons for days to come. Are you ready to take any give Twelve Days with me?
Talk Soon Naughty One
Miss Peyton

Day One    

 

The Holidays Are Among Us

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Holidays have a way of making us feel alone. Yeah, I said it. Holidays are lonely for some of us.

You might ask yourself how did I get here? What, when and will my life ever change? Does anyone understand me? I know you do. I ask myself the very same questions.

Holidays can be frustrating.

Especially when you suffer from chronic illness. Frustrating when you have conflict all around you. The holidays seem to bring out a certain type of stress that is needless. Let me tell you why.

In less than 30 days my resolve has been tested in ways I can’t possibly understand. I found myself driving back from one of my specialist visits and I said out loud My Mom Is Dead. I just blurted it out. And then a flood of tears followed. I had to take about 100 deep breaths. Life is crazy. It’s not promised.

What I am trying to say is as long as you wake up every single day you have something good. As long as you get up, get dressed, go outside you are doing good. Don’t let this silly time of year take anything from you. If anything allow the bright colors to add color to your life.

Do me a favor, if you had No plans to put up a tree.

Please put one up. Put one up for me. More than that, Add some lights, and a few decorations. Do that part for YOU. Make sure you do that part for you because you need to know someone is thinking of you. Who you ask? Well silly… That’s me.

In honor of these crazy holidays I’ll be doing something for you, I’m lowering my rates from now until December 31. You should take advantage of it, We don’t have to talk about anything naughty. We can talk about whatever you wish. Happy Holidays From My Family To Yours.

Miss Peyton

Longing To Be Hers

Longing

You have a longing within.

Many times you find yourself lost and longing for something meaningful. Time and time again you’ve found the connection is just not there.

One day after all this time you fate lands you in the hands of a skillful Mistress. The Longing shifts. The only thing you can think about from this moment on is being hers. You find yourself willing to do anything at all to please her.

As time passes, you see something in yourself that was there all along. Life begins to fall into place. There are things about you that you never even knew existed.

Mistress has a way of manipulating you into admitting dark secrets. Upon the confession of secrets there’s always great relief. Sometimes she will have you act upon the confession. She calls it personal growth. From growth comes a great spiritual awakening.

Once awakened there can be no rest, only progression. The progression keeps a fire burning for more personal growth. As one learns Mistress knows what’s best.

Talk Soon Naughty One-

Miss Peyton

A Kitten for Halloween… Oh My!

Princess, Danielle, Kitten

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Kitten got more than she bargained for!

Princess was trying her hardest to make Mistress happy. She had been feeling like her revenge plot was stalling lately.

Ever since Anna peed on the stick.

Jamal was spending more and more time in her bed! That really wasn’t the problem. The problem was that Princess has found herself craving Jamal as much as Anna.

As fate would have it Miss Peyton had a solution, she came up with a distraction for Princess. She suggested that Princess dress up as a Kitten for Halloween and even decided to come over so that she could model her cutesy little outfit for her.

Standing there in her bedroom dressed in pink water bra, pink panties, kitty cat thigh highs, kitty cat ears with a pink kitten nose with all the accessories drawn on Kitten does her best to model for her Mistress.  She can’t help but notice the hungry look in Miss Peyton’s eyes.  The way she’s looking at her is making her a tad nervous, yet it’s making her overly excited.

Suddenly, without warning or explanation Mistress tells the kitten to get up on the bed.  Just as soon as the words had left her lips Mistress was upon her like a flash of light.  She turned the little sissy from facing her to over facing the bed.  Kitten could feel her panties being ripped off and a cock being rammed deep inside her.  It was the very first time EVER being taken, she could hardly believe what has happening to her.

Kittens body betrayed her as she sprayed sissy juice all over her sheets and pillows.  She thought this would signal the completion of her journey for the evening, yet it didn’t.  It wasn’t until the sun started to peak over the clouds the next morning before her ride would end.  Her muscles felt like jelly, her vagina open and sore.

The strangest thing happen that night, she could have sworn there was multiple people taking turns on her but there’s no way she can be sure.  Right now she’s just so tired.  So sleepy and full.

Talk Soon Naughty Ones!

Miss Peyton

A Married slave, Captured…

Captured

The Following is a True Story brought to you by one of my Captured, married slaves.

So a few months back, i opened an email from Peyton Will Break You. It seemed simple and inconspicuous with one task. Click in the body and then press CTRL+V on your keyboard.. Click send. Do you have what it takes to do it?? Are you Scared? LOL.

So, my wife Laura was in Florida visiting her mom.

i was bored, lonely and horny so i followed the simple instruction. All was good until last week when i picked up the phone and called Miss Peyton.

i began the conversation by introducing myself as steven, a submissive boy that needs to do as he’s told and that i crave humiliation.

i told Miss Peyton that i would be a good little whore for Her and i would even please a real man for Her.

Then, Miss Peyton said to me, “what would Laura think of you wanting to please a real man?” There was silence as the gravity of the situation set in. Miss Peyton giggled the cutest little sadistic laugh and said, “oh stevie, you don’t remember taking My blackmail dare back in February?” Does, D***as.L****a@gmail sound familiar to you boy? i did not. i was terrified!

i was then instructed to tell Miss Peyton everything about little laura and our little lives, not leaving out any details. i was instructed to send some humiliation pictures to Miss Peyton otherwise i would be done and poor Laura would be devastated to learn that i was not the man she married.

Now i am sweating, addicted and there is no way out.

i call and tribute Miss Peyton, not just because She has my wife’s email address but because it is my station in life.

i need control, i need the attention and i need to be under the spell of a beautiful and professional Woman who is sweet, sadistic and could ruin me with the click of a mouse.

i must admit that i am constantly turned on that Miss Peyton has me under Her heel, that i am putty in Her hands that She is molding as She sees fit.

It is quite shocking the things that i will do to keep my secret safe, and Miss Peyton has just begun to peel back my shell and take a little glimpse inside.

my panties get so tight when i think of what Miss Peyton has in store for me. This is as real as it gets and i am reminded by constant butterflies in my stomach along with Miss Peyton’s emails of me in my panties.

i am honoured and privileged to call Miss Peyton my Mistress, my owner, my reason for living and my confidant.

Thank You Miss Peyton!
kneelingly Yours,
stevie

…Oh, Not to worry stevie, You’re welcome! I mean we’re working it out, aren’t we?
We’ll be in touch!
Miss Peyton