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

A Date With Mistress

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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,

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Carlos- A Sissy Blackmail Installment

Carlos calls me from a hotel in Miami Fl, he’s been up drinking all night and can hardly wait to give me the details of his miserable day to day existence.

As fate would have it Carlos wants to serve on another level, what he really wants and needs is to be of use to anyone who will have him. You see he’s not just a Sissy, he wants/needs to be exposed in the highest power.  carlossissy

After much wallet draining he has decided that he would love the opportunity to be a Full Service Sissy, meaning he would like to suck cock on a professional basis in order to have the attention of a beautiful girl such as myself.

For instance right now he’s laying in his hotel room in just his panties trying to figure out how he could be of service to me. He’s already admitted that his Ex Girlfriend (Marline) didn’t find him useful in the bedroom so she dressed him as most would like a good lil bitch while she had sex with real men.  And then he admits what he really is… a Cuckold. LMFAO

Anyone in the Miami area feel free to submit an email to me and I’ll hook you guys up, he really would enjoy having a stiff one down his throat.
Talk Soon,
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Mind, Body & Soul

Dear Miss Peyton,

Task is completed. As i sit here consuming the banana and typing this, i am consumed by the thoughts of the submissive acts i do for You. Thoughts like whether or not You will be pleased, and “OMG, what did i just do?”, and how humiliating these can be. Things You made me wear, things You had me do with bananas and household items, things that cause pain, things that cause pleasure, things that were beyond places i never thought of going. All in the name of giving You control over me. Mind, Body & Soul

Like all of the tasks You command me to follow it contained things i have never done before but strive to do in order to please You and further my journey with You. After all, You own me – mind, body and soul.

Every task is physical and mental. With every interaction i have with You, the further submissive i become to You. Being owned is something that is new to me. Knowing that my decisions aren’t based on my best interests but instead on the best interest of Miss Peyton. i no longer control my body. Miss Peyton does. It is Your body, Your penis, Your balls, Your arms, legs, ass, mouth, face, body, etc.

With each task a variety of feelings overwhelm me. Before hand i am nervous. i don’t have doubt but i do hesitate because it is usually something unique to me and being owned and not want to disappoint my owner, Miss Peyton, can be overwhelming. Once in the moment, i strive hard to carry out Your commands. i can hear Your voice in my head and i can feel Your presence in the room. Afterwards, it is a mix of emotions…pride in accomplishing, relieve that i was able to do it…with humiliation feelings mixed in…and all of it very, very submissive. Moving forward i plan to continue being submissive to Miss Peyton. i think we have only scratched the surface of what is possible. Besides, i don’t have a choice…She owns me.

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