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.
You simply can’t stop staring at my beautiful soft and freshly pedicured feet. The elegance of my long toes has you enthralled. The delicate design on my beautiful toe nails has you under a spell. The way the peak out from my open toed high heeled shoes makes you weak and all you want to do is drop to your knees to worship my feet, my shoes, my toes.
Already you are picturing me sitting in a chair above you, you on your knees, gently – carefully – worshipful lifting each foot in turn and kissing, licking, sniffing, and caressing every inch of those lovely strap open toed, high heeled silver shoes of mine.
Cleaning the dust from my walking off them with your tongue, careful not to miss even the tiniest bit. Licking the soles to assure that they too are nice and properly cleaned.
Surely it’s nasty, but to you it’s divine.
You want nothing more then to lick and suck on the stiletto heel of my lovely shoes, sucking on it as if it was a shoe cock. Oh I tease you about that all the time, that you are a little faggot for my high heel. Sucking on it so lovingly and so worshipful. I know the very thought is making your cock twitch. You are so aroused by it, that you groan.
You take your time with worshiping and serving my high heeled shoes, a sweet torment to your body and mind. I love seeing how enthralled and fully focused you become when I give you that honor.
That’s a good boy, I softly whisper, stay focused on your task. Don’t miss a single inch. I watch as your eyes glaze over, you sinking into a feverish pitch of sexual arousal and utter worship.
After a while I have a wonderful idea.
You are being such a good boy, that I want to give you a special type of reward. I call a hold to your worship and you stop reluctantly. Thinking that your time at my feet – with my shoes – has come to an end. I order for you to go and get my black high heeled pair of shoes, which I have worn for years now. My scent is deeply ingrained inside of the leather. When you bring it to me I tell you to hold one of them to your nose and inhale deeply.
Your face is priceless as you realize what a special privilege I am granting you today. That’s right, good boy, bury your nose in my shoe and inhale deeply. Let the scent of the shoe and lingering scent of my foot go deep into your nostrils and permeate your mind.
Your cock is twitching so hard, I am wondering if you are going to cum without even touching yourself. Inhaling the scent of my shoe, it’s leather coupled with the scent of my foot, drives you mad with lustful thoughts.
I grin with mischief in my eyes as I hold out the second shoe to you and tell you to …
Oh you want to know what else I have on my mind? Well I guess you’ll just have to pick up the phone and call me now to find out!
You know what I would tell my younger self if I would have the chance? I would tell myself that there is nothing more exciting and arousing then to control men and to cause them to fall to their knees in front of you as a woman. I would tell myself, that the power I hold over men, just like you, is utterly intoxicating and exactly what I deserve to enjoy. I would tell myself that it is a glorious feeling, to have a big strong men, sink to his knee before you and willing to do anything you desire just to see you smile. To not wait as long, but to start the journey into this amazing and fabulous world of Fem Domme as I am an adult. Yes, that is exactly what I would tell my younger self and I mean every single word of it and more.
I glory in the knowledge, that just by being the wonderfully feminine creature that I was born to be, I can achieve more with just the wave of my little finger, then so many others out there. That just by the brilliance of my smile and the softness of my womanly voice, I can make a strong man into a weak for me boy.
Seeing you tremble in anticipation.
Some people need drugs to feel happy and high – I do not. Dominating you is so much more potent then anything else. It gives me a feeling of flying, unlike anything a non-kinky person could ever experience. Oh and it has no harmful side effects, so there is that. It’s greatest aphrodisiac of all times for me. Haha.
I can still remember that first time,when I felt that head rush of having a man under my control so completely. I have to admit that I didn’t even know yet what this was all about nor really knew the proper words for it, but it came rather natural. I guess you could say I have always been a powerful Seductress who knew exactly what she wanted and how to use your feminine power to the fullest degree. If you beg me nicely during a live call I may share the memory with you… maybe… but you have to beg me very well, because that is one of the things that really turns me on. Oh look,the thought of anything you do being able to turn me on and moisten my panties, just made your dick twitch. Isn’t it glorious, the power I hold over you with just a few simple words and a gentle suggestion of something positive to come out of an action of yours?
Ah yes,I do so adore the power I have and I am not one bit ashamed of using it on you…
Now remember what I said?
I like being begged…so be a good little bitch boy and pick up the phone and beg to please me!!!
Sweet, oh yes, you are such a Sweet little plaything for Mistress!
Such an adorable darling pet. Kneeling there before me, trembling in desperate anticipation of what I may desire to do with you today. Just my presence, weakens you. The scent of my lovely intoxicating perfume drives you wild. The glimmer of my silky stockings stretched so tight over my shapely legs, makes you breathe just a little harder. The soft sway of my skirt as I turn and walk slowly around you to inspect what is mine, makes you almost swoon.
Everything about me, your beloved Mistress, makes you forget about what other people think you are. You know that mask you wear all day long at work? The mask that let’s them believe that you are such a strong man, a real alpha in your business, but here with me…
Well before me, I am the one in charge.
The Boss, who tells you what to do, in soft whispers, in sensual gestures, which simply makes you putty in my hands.
Best of all… You love it! You love how easily I can dominate you and manipulate you to do my bidding and to obey me with my soft voice, my sensual being, and my feminine wiles. You, my dear, never even stood a chance. Oh yes, I know just how a man like you needs to be treated, guided and controlled.
Not with threats, harsh words, or screamed comments. That only makes you stubborn and disobedient, but by sensually leading you just where I want you.
You love it! Giving into me is so very easy.
It’s natural for you to want to please me! I dare say it’s hard wired into you male being. To be worthy of the ONE who knows all your secrets, your fantasies, your needs, and who with a smile and a flick of her little finger will use all those delicious weaknesses against you.
Don’t worry so, my sweet little pet, it’ll be our little secret. You can still wear you mask for everyone else and pretend that you are this strong and indestructible male force to reckon with, as long as you just admit that you are nothing more then my little pet to toy with when it’s just the two of us.
I adore that I can make you shiver so easily and take your power from you by simply being myself. Running my finger nail down your naked skin, and watching you quiver, waiting, hoping, dreaming of what I may do and touch next.
Inhale deeply my pet, drink my scent in.
Let it slide into and over your mind, imprinting itself on you. You do know what once my scent, my essence is in your mind, you’ll never get me out of there. The moment you smell the perfume I am wearing right now, anywhere it won’t matter where, your mind will travel back to me. Right here, here now, with you kneeling devotedly at my feet. So sweet, so precious, so humble and so obedient.
Would you like me to tell you another secret? Of course you do, you can’t get enough of hearing my voice… Talk Soon Naughty One, Miss Peyton
Smooth Jazz playing softly on the radio. Candle lights casting soft Shadows on the wall, displaying the silhouette that takes your breath away. Slow movements playing along the Walls, making you feel oh so weak and you strain your eyes to catch a glimpse of the one who controls your mind and body.
It is such a sensual and yet intense moment for you, kneeling there tight up at the foot of my bed. Waiting for me to come fully into the room, to let you see me. Patience, my pet, I whisper from behind the screen which has me hidden. Patience, is a virtue.
I can feel your sexual tension in the air, the anticipation, the arousal that is spreading through every fiber of your being. It’s delicious to sense and I prolong it with the greatest of enjoyments.
Tonight it is all about anticipation, sweet tension, and sensation.
Making you aware of the feminine power I hold within me, until it becomes such sweet agony for you it is almost at a fever pitch.
Don’t turn around, don’t even peak… I order softly. My voice deep and so sexy that I can the shivers building and running through you. I step up behind you, the candles making my shadow loom oh so gigantic before you on the wall. What a sensational display of our relationship to one another. You so sweet and small before me, while I appear larger then life behind you.
I run my fingers through your hair, using just the barest pressure of my finger tips, scratching along your scalp and down your neck, along your bare shoulders. Slowly, oh so slowly, as you try to fight the gasp forming on your lips.
I enjoy the feeling of my feminine power over you, as I have you beneath my hands, and know exactly what even those lightest of touches do to you. “Are you mine?” I ask as I lean down to lick the outer shell of your ear, then trail my tongue lower over your neck until I find the hollow at your shoulder. There I slightly nip you with my teeth, chuckling deep inside as you groan.
“Should I take that as a yes, pet?”
I demand biting down just a little harder while I let my fingers find their way to your nipples, playing with them, pinching them, pulling them and carefully twisting. I know how you like that, this primal display of power, my power, over you. Everything is sexual, isn’t it?
“If only your friends could see you now.”
They wouldn’t believe your eyes. Their strong, always in control friend, here before me on his knees. So very docile and obedient.” I gently tease you, and see a blush heating up your skin.
“Tell me you are mine!
Tell me you belong to me! Tell me that I am your Queen.” I demand, my voice still soft, but with such power carried in it, that you tremble with the intensity of the emotions it invokes inside of you.
You can’t stop yourself from giving me the words I want to hear. I laugh softly, knowing that to give in to me is really all you ever wanted to do…
If you want to know what happens next, you’ll need to be a very good boy and call me now. Don’t let me wait too long, or I may give someone else the opportunity to experience my sensual dominance over them.