Locked Cock For Corona Lock In

Corona

Let’s Lock Those Cock’s For Lock In

What better way to spend the Corona lock in than to be locked up in chastity for Mistress?

Given the current state of events you should welcome the opportunity to distract yourself.  One thing I know is your cock absolutely does most of the thinking for you.  I see no reason why we can’t keep you aching for more and more fun.

Think about it, you being locked up for the lock in is just another reason we can be extra naughty together.  I wonder what sort of ideas we could come up with?  Do you ever consider doing things but chicken out at the last minute?  Here’s the perfect solution for that problem.

I’ve yet to mention the best part.

Consider if you will exactly how much information I would be able to extract from you with a locked cock!  Oh my goodness!  Yes!

Let’s Lock Those Cocks for Corona Lock In! For those of you who can’t lock it up, there’s a lot to be said for mental chastity as well.  Think about it!

Talk Soon Naughty One-

Miss Peyton

Caught In the Shoe Closet

Here’s a little story brought you by one of my good boys… Enjoy!

I’m a construction contractor and was hired by a gorgeous woman to build her a front porch for her house, and that’s where my story begins. I had been working for a few days and had the footers and frame constructed, she had mentioned how pleased she was with the progress I was making…and

I couldn’t take my mind off her legs and feet.

Anytime she would come out and check on the work progress I couldn’t help myself from admiring her gorgeous toes in her shoes. Sometimes she would be wearing heels, other times sneakers, sometimes her feet would be bare. Intoxicating to think about. She had mentioned she was going to be leaving for a bit and that if I needed anything, bathroom or water, that I should help myself.

Shortly after she departed I went inside her house to use the toilet…and I found my way into her bedroom and into her closet.

She had so many different pairs of shoes:

heels, flats, tennis shoes in all different colors. I couldn’t help myself and picked up a pair of pink heels to sniff. They smelled wonderful. I was so distracted I didn’t hear her come back inside and close me into her closet, locking the door. I was cornered, locked in, and holding a client’s shoes in my hand sniffing them. Stumbling and stammering over my words I tried telling her that I took a wrong turn on the way to her bathroom, I was getting a bit desperate–would she call the police? Would she kick me out of her house? Would she do all of these things AND write a yelp review about while I’m a very good contractor that I take breaks to sniff shoes? What would happen to my business in the long term?

She told me through the door to do exactly as she said, she told me to get on my knees. I obeyed immediately, not knowing what she was going to do. She opened the door, I saw her gorgeous feet in a pair of strappy heels. She had a stern look on her face. She made a statement about how much I must love feet, followed by explaining that she was going to be hosting a party and that the porch must be completed. Then she asked if I had anything that I needed to get out of my system so that I could get back to work on the porch? I couldn’t believe my ears. She wasn’t furious, just stern, expectant. I nodded to her and said that I thought her feet were lovely and couldn’t help thinking about them.

She laughed at me, realizing my predicament.

She sat in her chair and ordered me to crawl over and to remain kneeling at her feet. Not knowing yet what to expect as she toyed with me I crawled to her feet. She ordered me kiss her toes and to remove her shoes for her, my heart was racing I was so excited. I did as I was told and kissed her toes and slid her feet out of her heels. She asked if I was enjoying myself? Of course I was! “Lick them and suck them.” Was her simple order. I held her feet in my hands, rubbing my thumbs into the balls of her feet and suck-kissing each of her lovely toes. I couldn’t believe my luck! My cock was rock hard in my pants as I worshiped her gorgeous feet! I kept sucking each of her toes, one at a time and rubbing the soles of her feet with my thumbs.

She ordered me to pull my pants down.

I immediately obeyed her and unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants pulling them and my boxer shorts down. She ordered me to jack off for her. I started stroking for her. She ordered me to “cum in your other hand”. Jacking off for her and being so horny from worshiping her feet I came fast. My hips bucking as I came in my own hand. I looked up at her. She looked down at me and asked “is that what you needed?” I nodded “yes”. Then she said “good, now pull up your pants, wash your hand, and go finish the damn porch; next time you get these urges I’m going to paddle your balls with the sole of one of my heels!”

…..Imagine if it where you!  Wow Right??

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Mistress May I?

mistress may I

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

What’s On Your Mind?

Care to Share What’s On Your Mind?

As your Mistress, I want you to feel good enough with our relationship to share everything with me. Good or bad, highs and lows. Not every day is peaches and cream. We live in the real world.

More times than none I am asked one question. Where would you like to start with me? Each time my answer is always the same.

You see for me, I need to begin with the largest sex organ on your body. I need to begin in your head. Why you ask?

Let me explain…

I need you to know that I firmly believe the largest sex organ in the human body IS the mind. There is nothing quite like a woman getting inside your head.

There is nothing quite like the way it makes you feel. The way you can be motivated to please. The way you can be captivated by her words and her thoughts.

So easily corrupted by the picture(s) she paints in your head. The way she manipulates you with her seductive suggestion. The words she selects to rip you apart and then very carefully puts you together again.

Care to Share What’s on Your Mind? Think about it and let me know, I’m here to help you explore the world in a whole new way.

Talk Soon Naughty One-
Miss Peyton

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Mistress, I Think I’m Addicted To Pantyhose

Pantyhose

Addicted to Pantyhose

To be honest addiction comes in all shapes and sizes.  For me I believe that you don’t have to have a chemical addiction.  Although what we might not consider is there IS a chemical reaction happening in our brains to certain stimuli causing us to want more and more of one thing or another.

Believe it or not dear boy, an addiction to pantyhose is a tad on the milder side as far as addictions or fetishes go.  It’s easy to see how you can get carried away by the way they feel.  The shape they offer your legs or mine for that matter.

Pantyhose have come a long way from the standard colors and styles back in the day.  Today we can shop varying styles from something quite simple to very elegant and every price point in between.

When I think of pantyhose used to tease I like to pick a pair that has a sheen near my own skin tone.  I love sitting there in front of you as to watch your gaze over my shapely legs.  I find it’s best to wear my skirt just above the knee to have it settle in all the right places when seated.

Yes, there’s something to be said about a pantyhose seduction as well.  I mean allowing you to rest your hand on my knee.  Especially knowing that you have deep desire just to feel them, touch them.

Who knows, if you played your cards just right perhaps Mistress would let you kiss her pretty girlie parts through her sexy pantyhose.  Could you imagine what that would be like?  Being smothered with my scent, unable to escape?

Talk Soon Naughty One-

Miss Peyton