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

May I spend the evening in your company, Lady?

Lady, May I join you?

My Lady, My Mistress

My Lady

I walk into the Halloween Ball dressed to the nine’s.  My dark emerald green and black lace gown flowing around me in such a sensual way that every eye in the room is on me. I smile softly. Knowing exactly what effect I have on all the people around me. My grace and poise is unparalleled. I didn’t opt for a slutty outfit but for a classy ultra feminine outfit that gives me the appearance of a divine Goddess. The ultimate feminine authority that has every male in the room want to sink to his knees and worship me. I feel beautiful and I know that my power is at it’s highest point right now, here, as I walk slowly through the room.

You are sitting in a corner table with a couple of your friends.

You’re dressed up in your Halloween costume and can’t stop staring at me. I notice your gaze and look into your direction, smiling as I see your eyes widening subconsciously and I know your breathing has just become harder. Your friends are talking to you, but you don’t even hear them. You only have eyes for me.

On a whim I crook my finger at you and beckon you to come to me. I have no doubt in my mind that you will obey my summons. How could you not, I know I have already claimed you as mine simply by being who I am this evening.

Sure enough you get up and walk towards me, but as you come closer I snap my finger at you and point to the floor, indicating that you must crawl the rest of the way to my feet. When you don’t obey immediately I begin to turn as if to walk away. Making it clear that my will shall not be disobeyed.

I can see you gulp as you sink to your knees and slowly crawl towards me. Your eyes cast down and your face bright red in both excitement and embarrassment.

People around us stop and stare, and I smile proudly down on you.

This is a very good beginning, I think to myself as I await for you to take your place before me. When you finally do and try to rise, I stop you with a hand on top of your head, and with the other hand I point to my high heel covered shoe. Snapping my finger and putting my foot forward towards you. “Kiss my shoe!” I whisper just loud enough for you to hear.

You do so, without thought, simply obeying. Now that you are before me, you seem to have sunk into a place of submission and are only too eager to please me.

”May I spend the evening in your company, Lady?”

You ask humbly after you have kissed my shoe.

”You may, I answer, my voice full of laughter, but you will have to be a very good boy for me tonight and do exactly what I tell you! Do you think you can do that?”

Well can you? Let’s find out if you are worthy of my dominance and attention tonight. Give me a call and find out what I want you to do for me and under my instructions tonight! I am ready to be amused by you, my pet.

Talk Soon Naughty One-

Miss Peyton

1-800-863-5478 X  9978383

 

 

Dear Mistress, I’m Your Slut

Dear Mistress, I’m Your Slut

Slut

Your Slut

Having spoken to You only through the phone i would be nervous and awed at being invited over.

So many thoughts racing through my head. But under laying all is the need to please You. Ordered to strip at the door You stand behind me rubbing my body commanding me to stand still.

You whisper in my ear how i have become such a good slut. You pinch and rub my nipples, eventual putting a clip on each. Light slaps to my face correct my responses and they are followed by a caress and kiss. Constant teasing for a time has me so aroused and dripping.

You make me kneel and clean the spots from the floor. Then while still kneeling You place a ball gag in my mouth and push my head to the floor. i feel lube shoot into me and a glove hand begins teasing my ass. Warming it up before a dildo slides in. i am Ordered to remain kneeing as a pair of moist panties is place over my face, Your scent filling my nose. i hear the click of Your heels and You whisper.

Be right back. No touching.

The door closes leaving me in darkness. Then the dildo comes to life. It seems like hours but could only have been 30 minutes when You return. The dildo driving me wild. i see You in the door, still fully clothed and laughing softly.

You order me to take out the dildo and I whine because i am so close to coming. You attach a collar and leash, leading me to the chair. You position me so as You advance i am pushed back on to the dildo. Don’t you dare release slut You whisper as Your weight rises me down onto the chair.

My world explodes as i am filled.

Your scent so close, You peel the panties off my face and bring my mouth to Your clothes breast. i whimper and whine wanting to feel Your nipple in my mouth.  What will You do that nipple “j?”  Your dress teasing Your cock but never giving enough friction. i scream anything and You release the clamps and gentle suck on my nipples while bouncing on my lap so the cock from the chair rides deep.

My, anything slut?

Will You let me paint you like a whore? Dress You like a slut? Anything hummm. Who whisper and bite my ear. You stand and walk a light clicks on a near by table.  i see You return as i am ordered to stand and a pair of fishnets is pulled up slowly on my legs. This is followed by a short pink skirt. You lean in running Your hands over my body and ask More slut? i beg and moan through the gag.

A black tube top is pulled down over me and you release the ball gag. You make me hover halfway down the cock in a squatting position, teasing me with Your hands as You apply a bright pink lipstick and dark eye shadow. A pink wig follows and Your hands force me all the way down on the cock.

You attach a vibrator to my cock and set it on a low hum as You undress in front of me. Slowly, leaning in keeping me inches from You. You lean in an place Your nipple to my lips. I greedily try to inhale it. But You whisper not yet and move behind me pulling my arms back. i feel you bind them, then my ankles. You come in front and smile, leaning in to brush Your nipple across my lips and say And not now. i stare at You as You walk away your perfect ass swaying. The lights click of and the cock in my ass so huge starts to vibrate and i am left looking at myself in the mirror.  Nothing but Your painted whore.

i hope You enjoyed this… as I am your slut and want nothing more than to please you Mistress.

 

Corrupt Confession

corrupt confessions

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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A Date With Mistress

datewithmistress

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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