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