Mistress May I?

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Welcome to Mistress May i?

We’ve all heard of Mother may I. The fun little game you play as a child. Am I right? Imagine this game where Mistress holds the keys to everything Sensual times ten!

Could you allow yourself to imagine that Mistress would tie you up and then rub you slowly from the inner portion of your thigh? Perhaps I take my gloved hand and work my way up higher still.  Words seem to no longer matter.  Prior to our little arrangement I told you, Not One Word.

Remember?

Quite the little pickle you’ve found yourself in.  You being all tied up.  Me looking the way I do.  Me being completely in control.  I get the last say in any and all of the pleasure or pain.  Fuck it.  Let’s go all in.

I say let’s toy with your nipples, I love that!  I would love to sink my teeth in.  Oh how I would love to sink my teeth into the left nipple… slowly allowing my tongue to swirl around those painful areas.  We both know how the pain followed by a tad of pleasure tends to shoot ripples of confusion through your body.  Funny how your cock never seems to be quite so confused.  Does it?

Imagine if you will, once I’ve had my way with the left then right nipple, I work your neck over.  Someplace in between you would find your cock leaking.  Most of my work would have mostly taken care of itself.  Would it not?  Let’s be honest…  The excitement, the terror, you MUST be a little terrified of what may or may NOT be coming for you.

My favorite part is after all the tease, you know… I’ve yet to even touch upon the parts you honestly wanted me to touch.  My favorite part is you being the greedy little piggy you are have the heart to ask me.  Mistress May i?

This is where I shrug and look at you.  I say if you think you can without a tad of friction I suppose you can.  Without fail you and your worm shudder, and just like that you are left in a puddle of your own jizz.  Why?  Because I took you there.  How?  Because you asked me for it.  Isn’t that right?  And now, you may thank me.

Talk Soon,

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

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

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.

 

Online Dating? You Aren’t Getting Laid!

How keep yourself from getting laid in today’s online dating scene!

A friend of mine and I were talking the other day. She is currently getting used to online dating, which for her is a very different experience. We were giggling about some of the rather pathetic approaches she has received, and were even considering co-authoring a book on “How not to keep yourself from getting laid in today’s online dating scene.” Yes darlings, it really was that ridiculous.

See that is why you boys need strong dominant women like myself and some of my dear fellow Mistress friends. Without us to guide you and teach you how to properly approach a woman of power, you’d be utterly lost, my pets. Yes, you may thank me now.

However she did share one rather delicious bit of an adventure she had with me. She did give one man the honor of meeting up with her in person, and the moment she saw him she knew she just had to have him on his knees before her.

Now if you are thinking he was naturally submissive or a weak beta male, you would be wrong. What made her crave his utter surrender and bending his knee to her was the fact that he was a very strong man, powerfully build, and his ability to not only carry on a very amusing conversation with her, but his ability to keep her very powerful direct gaze.

You see, my pets, there is nothing more delicious to a strong woman of power then to receive the surrender of a man who in every aspect would be seen as her equal, but willingly gives his power over to her.

 Now I know you are curious to know, as was I, if she succeeded.

The answer is a resounding “YES”. Of course she did, not via harsh demands, or screaming orders at him like a Drill Sergeant, but by using her femininity. The one thing that will always bring a strong man like him to his knees.

To be honest with you all, that is the one and only thing that will weaken any man who has a healthy self-esteem and knows what he is worth in his own right. However, against the sheer power of feminine sensuality, none of you have any true defenses. It simply takes your breath away, and you will do anything necessary to be granted permission to be near it.

Oh yes, my dear sweet boys, you are so very predictable and the more “alpha” you appear in your mundane world, the harder you will fall for a woman who understands and wields her feminine power expertly.

Do you want to know the action and sentence that brought this powerful man to his knees before her and quivering naked before her to do with as she will?

It was a gentle touch to the side of his face, a stroking of her well manicured long nails and the leaning in of her face to his ear, while whispering…

“I just love to see a strong man on his knees before me!”

Nothing else required. The potent combination of touch, sensual intimacy, and her simple sharing of what she “loves” was his undoing.

I have to admit, that even I shivered a little, picturing what took place. Of course she shared the rest of what took place with me too, and I may let you in on the secret, but you’ll have to do what Mistress loves and that is to put in the effort to call me. winks

Talk Soon Naughty One,

Miss Peyton