Your Girlfriend Wanted It

Girlfriend
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I knew when I saw that look on your Girlfriend’s face that she’d be easy to train. I mean when I talked to her about our little “girls day out.”

You see it all started with an email to me after she found your phone. She saw how we’d been talking on my site. She had questions. Who could blame her for wanting to know all about me and the services I provide. From what I could gather she was so eager to please. She actually shares some of the same interests as you do. Imagine that!

At first I thought oh shit, here we go. But actually, she was quite receptive to the ideas I gave her with what we should do to you. How we should set up a scene to torment you and the tease. Oh the tease. I mentioned to her how you love to have your cock teased.

You see for her she believed it was all about just letting you dig in and have your fun. She had no idea there could be so many layers to HER actually controlling WHEN and HOW things begin and END with you IN and OUT of the bedroom. She had NO idea that what happens in bedroom can actually begin in your head and continue for hours and even DAYS building and growing into a space you’ve grown to love.

Oh my boy, you have NO idea how lucky you are that your girlfriend found me. She’s thanked me over and again. Our little girls day out turned into a bonding experience. I should probably tell you too that we did fondle one another on your bed. I mean I had to show her how to use a couple of the items we picked up in the store today.

The two of you going to have so much fun tonight. Boy, you weren’t kidding, your girlfriend does get soaking wet! 😉
Talk Soon Naughty One-
Miss Peyton

Female Owned Company Seeks Candidate

Owned by Mistress
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This is a female owned and run company!

We pride ourselves on our flair, pizzazz, charm, and of course knowing exactly what makes our clients return repeatedly. Of course that means that I as the boss must be extremely careful in choosing my personal assistant, since as you can imagine, you will be representing the company along side of me.

Absolute focus, an eye to detail, perfect representation, and efficiency, along with the ability to think and plan ahead are some of the most important qualities I am looking for in an assistant.

You may wish to consider the position as my personal assistant to be a prestigious one, which will require for you to be comfortable in all sorts of situations and to be able to think outside of the norm.

The question of course now is,just how much do you want the position and far out of your comfort zone are you willing to go to gain it?

Oh what a powerful presence the Boss Lady made. Her eyes stern and focused directly on you as she spoke. Her Business Suite impeccable, the makeup understated but perfect to bring out her very pleasing features. Her hair cut in a modern short Hairstyle that gave her an edgy and confident look. She was the type of women that would make men sit up just a little straighter and demand absolute and instant respect.

You have worked for many people both male and female in the past before, but such a woman had never been among them. You could feel yourself growing nervous and just a little weak in the knees.

When she stood up and came around the desk, standing before you, you had to fight the sudden urge to kneel before her. Her presence was overwhelming and to your shame you felt yourself not only tongue tied but unable to think focus on the question.

Her eyebrow rose lightly, as she began to tap her beautifully manicured fingers impatiently on the desk.

“I am not in the habit to be kept waiting, young man! I will not repeat the question and you have 1 minute to answer me, before I shall excuse you and allow the next Candidate to have their chance.”

Finally your mind clicked in and with lowered eyes you answered:

“I am more then willing to do anything that is required to be given the chance to be your personal assistant. I am a quick learner and I can assure you that you will not be dissatisfied with my performance.”

A small smile went over the Lady’s lips and a wicked gleam in her eyes flashed for just a second as she took you in sitting there with your eyes lowered demurely.

“MMM,what a lovely young man he is. I bet with a little bit of training he would be extremely satisfying. I wonder just how far he is willing to go…”

The scene is set my darling.

I am the Boss Lady and you are the seeker of employment for the position of my personal assistant. Let’s see if you can gain this position.

Call me now so we can continue this Interview and your testing period…

Talk Soon Naughty One-

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

 

 

Drop to Your Knees Worship My Feet

At Her Feet

Worship Shoes, Feet and Toes!

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!

Talk Soon Naughty One,

Miss Peyton

The Ceremony, Collared!

Ceremony Collared Slave
Ceremony

The Ceremony, time to be collared!

On your hands and knees, pet. Lower your eyes until all you see is the heel of my shoes. I will guide you into the Ceremony Room where you will be collared by me. Your place to crawl is on my right hand side, the crown of your bowed head one inch behind my heel. Do not crawl ahead and do not fall behind. Keep pace with me. This is your place, by my feet, either kneeling before them or crawling behind them.

I am dressed in my Goddess Gown.

Long and flowing, accentuating my lovely shape which has made you oh so weak on many occasions. Today, for this special event which will change your life forever, I have opted to wear my long black opera gloves. Around my neck is a simple chain of gold on which only the key of your chastity device is hanging. Soon that key will be joined by the keys to the lock which will hold your collar in place.

You are nude and vulnerable…

…with only your chastity device to cover you. I know you will be nervous as we enter the room and you see the witnesses who will be present during your collaring ceremony. I have chosen them with care. All powerful women and their own slave to stand witness of your complete surrender into my dominance and keeping over you.

As soon as I stop you will crawl around to the front of me, facing me, and kissing the tips of my high heeled shoes. You will stay in this position until I am done acknowledging and greeting my guests.

A Priestess and fellow Lady will then announce the reason for the gathering. She will clearly state that tonight you – using the new slave name I am gifting you with tonight – and…

I will be joined as Mistress and collared slave.

She will ask you a serious of questions which you – now kneeling up and facing the assembly will answer mindfully and honest. I shall not tell you what those questions are for I desire for you to speak truthful and unrehearsed.

You will feel my hand resting upon your head as you do so, standing behind you tall and proud. This is a proud moment for me as well as I take you as my collared slave.

I have a few special words I will speak over you before the Priestess will present the slave contract to you and the pen which you will sign it with. Once the signature is upon the paper, she will roll it up, tie it with a ribbon and hand it to me.

I then will take the collar and place it around your neck, showing you the lock which you shall kiss, and then attach it – locking it in place. Don’t worry, pet, if you feel like crying at that moment, it is a very emotional moment.

If you wish to know what happens next, you need to call me now, so I can impart it to you…
Talk Soon Naughty One,
Miss Peyton