For Fantasy Sake To Prove Your Devotion


Recently my subs where asked what they would be willing to do in order to prove their devotion to me. I’ve listed a story of one pet’s devotion.. enjoy!

The idea of having 24 hours to prove my devotion to You is exhilarating. I would imagine, like most Dominants, You’d want to test my limits. I’d like to have my limits tested as well. Could W/we spend 24 hours doing just that?

I like that the Domme in the picture is holding a riding crop. I’ve imagined myself a bit of a pain slut, even been called that a time or two, but never how much I could really take. W/we should start by finding out. W/we agree on a safe word, and You tell me to only use it when I really can’t endure anymore. No matter how screaming and crying i do, even if i scream ‘No’, You won’t stop until You hear me utter the safe word.

You secure me to frame, arms and legs outstretched, totally exposed for You. You wield the crop on my ass, lashing it repeatedly as i whimper and groan, my cock stiffening with each lash. As my bottom blisters to Your satisfaction, You turn Your attention to my hard cock and swollen balls. You apply several lashes downward on my cock, and I start to howl, but safe word yet. Then You swing upward and catch both my cock and balls. I gasp and groan as the full force of Your swing of the crop lands squarely on my balls. I’m determined to endure as much as i can, but after several swings I’m at my limit and stammer out the safe word. You immediately drop the crop and release me, helping me to bed where You treat my wounds and soothe my tortured soul.

After i’ve sufficiently recovered, You tell me it’s time for the next round as you begin securing me to the bed. You start to tease my hardening cock bringing me to a full erection and telling me i’m not allowed to cum. You also caution that if i should cum without permission You now know the limit of punishment i can endure, and You are fully prepared to take me there again. You stroke and tease me bringing me to the edge of orgasm again and again. Soon i am begging for permission to cum. You back off the stroking for a bit and tell me ‘No’ and soon resume the torment.

After a while i don’t know whether to beg for permission to cum or for You to stop stroking. You continue this cycle of torment, over and over until i’m a blubbering mess, not sure if i can hold back orgasm but dreading another round of punishment. Then i remember the safe word, and think it might apply here as well. I say it, and You tell me, “Good, pet, you may cum now.” You quickly stroke my engorged cock a few times and then remove Your hand letting the cum spurt from my cock in a ruined orgasm. I groan in frustration as You giggle at my predicament.

You tell me to rest for a bit as You do the same, but You leave me tied. Also, before You leave, You insert a plug in my ass and set a vibration on it. You tell me when You return You intend to test the limits of my ass with Your strap on collection. “Remember your safe word,” You sing as You sashay out of the room.

Very nice story…Wouldn’t you agree?

Miss Peyton

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

Masturbation Therapy, Oh My!

Masturbation Therapy, How may I Help You?

Yeah, I can only imagine that’s what you believed you’d hear.  Or is it?  Let’s just be honest with one another and lay it all on the table.

Masturbation Therapy


First things first, you love to touch yourself.  Am I right?  Secondly you love listening to me instruct you on HOW to touch yourself.  Put those two things together and you’ve got the perfect combination.  I mean seriously??

Well, I am your therapist of sorts.  Now that we’re being real with one another.  I do guide you in ways you’ve never had before.  I help you have those “toe curling” orgasms.   OR not!  Depending on the mood I’m in will depend on how long you get to build that load for me.  Either way when you do finally blow it will be memorable that’s for sure.

One things for sure you’ll be one happy boy toy and I’ll be one proud Mistress once you’ve followed through to the end of one amazing session with me.

Talk Soon Naughty One-

Miss Peyton

Why The Shame?

No Shame

Is That Shame I see?

Look at me when I speak to you.  I mean that.  We have known one another long enough by now that you understand fully you are in a safe space.  NOTHING you could do OR say will ever change how I feel about you.

Countless hours I’ve devoted myself to you and you to me.  So why now all of a sudden are you feeling so much shame for being who you are?

OH,  You let her rip you apart for the feelings you have?

Understand one thing… Society has taught us that a man “should be” a certain way.  Therefor a certain amount of shame is normal.  Given the proper set of circumstances you should feel nurtured to grow in your desire and yes, that even includes humiliation fetishes as well.  I don’t give a damn who you are and how much you like being treated like a pet, animal, spanked, fucked, sucked etc.  I mean that was a very brief description on a VERY Broad horizon.

YOU deserve to be treated with respect and if the person handling you EVER makes you feel a certain type of way STOP dealing with them.  The group of Ladies I’ve associated myself with (and for GOOD Reason) are responsible enough to know when they are/or not equipped to handle certain types of situations and are perfectly FINE with saying so to you.  We are okay with gracefully saying to you that this type of idea or concept is not for us.

Having said that, do NOT think that because I or one of the people I may refer you to has said this is/isn’t for me is judging you or talking about you behind your back.  HELL no.  That’s NOT what we do.

We simply want what’s best for you.

Nothing pisses me off more than to hear a sub who feels shame for his desire to be controlled.  I just don’t understand why a Lady would automatically assume you are a piece of shit because you want her to control your orgasm.  As a matter of fact it’s the other way around.  She should feel pretty fucking good about herself that you even chose her in the first place.  I mean you have so many choices out there these days.

Hey Boys… Thanks For Being Mine, We’ll talk soon!

Miss Peyton

Wanting To Be On His Knees

On His Knees He Wrote…

Serve from the knees

On His Knees

Dear Mistress, that’s a great way to start my day. Wanting to be on my knees, worshiping Your strap-on while my ass is plugged and nipples clamped.

Your hand in my hair, coaxing me to take more till i gag. Drool running down my chin as Your scent fills my nostrils. Your cock quivering and dripping.

Your laughter caressing my ears and taunting my soul. Making me beg to fucked. To feel Your hand on my hip, making me plunge back into Your strap-on like the wanton whore i have become.  Nothing but pleasing You will do.

Thank You for teaching me what desire.  i need You to control my sex. i need that focus.

When i am a good boy i focus on You completely.

i have not released since last Friday and each day is a reminder of You. i need to be owned. i wish i could call now. Might You have time tomorrow?  Please Mistress, please say I will be of some use to you tomorrow.  i need you.  i will do anything you need of me.

i need to feel Your presence.

i am nothing without you.  It is because of you that i am able to feel anything at all.  thank you for helping me to see the way.  The one true way Mistress.

Your whore