Mistress Caged His Cock

Mistress had been discussing the idea of caging up her boy toy, at least once to try it. Being the horny boy he is I must tell you how reluctant he was to actually go through with our plan. cockcage

As I lead him to the chair and had him sit like a good submissive slut would, I gave him options. Options are a good thing. I mean what fun would it be with no options? Option A) Slip the cage on like a good boy.. Reward to come later. Option B) Mistress forces the cage on with no lube for ease of the penis into the tube. And NO reward later. Choice was his!

Now I know you must be wondering what he chose and I can honestly say that it was option A for good reason too. He wanted to be bound and teased with naughty story time. Not really sure what was more fun the way his body reacted to the words or the way I would “almost” let him get a peep at this or that on my body. OH my personal favorite was when I released one of his hands and had him rub those aching balls for me and he began to drip pre-cum from all the tease!! Loved it!!

Naughty ones don’t go getting the wrong idea about Mistress Peyton, this Submissive Slut is a personal friend of mine and I DO NOT meet up with just anyone for play time, let that be clear. I do enjoy my lifestyle fun within my circle and I will be sharing more stories with you here on my blog. Hope you enjoy!
Talk Soon Naughty Ones,
Mistress Peyton

Deeper Down the Rabbit Hole

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Pay very close attention.

You will suddenly feel the urge to submit and obey at all costs.

As You drift Deeper Down the Rabbit Hole.

Nothing you’ve ever felt before is quite like this. You must admit it to yourself.

The desire you feel, the urges that creep up long after our sessions. Each one are me. Each one presents you with a craving unlike anything you’ve ever felt before.

The only thing you are sure of is you want and need more. Your cock pulses each time you think of me. You find yourself walking around with constant thoughts of nothing but me and the way I make you feel.

The way I make you feel is complete and utter helplessness. You are growing more and more addicted to what I offer you. The burning desire to submit is overwhelming. For you there is ONLY me. Just admit it. Let that sink in. Allow it to wash over you.

For you there is only one thing that will matter from here on out. The only thing that matters to you is our growing bond. Our bond is deeper, and deeper still. It feels good to you, it feels natural. It feels like the only thing that matters to you.

Deeper down the rabbit hole you go, into submission. Deeper down learning more and more about who you really are.
Talk Soon,
Mistress Peyton

Five Tasks to Keep You Busy

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Five Tasks to Keep You Busy This Week…

Yes, got it right. I’m in a rather generous mood right now! Don’t get it twisted though. These tasks aren’t anything like what you would have expected. No, not one bit.

As a matter of fact, these tasks are going to be more of busy work. I’m going to keep you busy remembering who it is you need and adore. Do you understand?

You do remember who ignites a fire within you, yes? Well, of course you do… it’s me! I get you thinking about things you feel things.. d-i-r-t-y things. I know things about you. Or have you forgotten? (giggles)

1. Recall a time when I’ve had you weak in the knees..
2. Remember what we discussed that time you would do anything just to hear me tell you it’s OK.
3. Admit you need more, and tell me why.
4. Hush now, just remember secrets we share.
5. Tell me why I should keep them. C’mon

…Tell me.
What’s a matter?  Have you forgotten what it feels like to have that sweet voice in your ear?  The way it feels when I draw you in and then hold you there? Oh sweetie, you knew it was just a matter of time before you had to come clean with me.

That was our agreement. Remember?  The Clock Is Ticking…
Miss Peyton

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