Training A Sissy

Recently I had the opportunity to train Stu. He’s a good sissy slut for me. Little did he know that when he signed up for my training that we would expand upon his training two fold.Training A Sissy

See when I take you into my web and get you to the point of no return you agree to things you wouldn’t under most circumstances.

Stu has found himself agreeing to let me dress him in the most delicate of clothing and train him to sit like a well groomed lady and wait his turn. As he is most eager not just for my strap on, but most of all for a cock.

I’ve painted a naughty picture in his mind of what that could be like if he’d behave and wait his turn. Having him dressed as the most precious girl. Watching as Mistress teased her boy toy, listening to each thing that the boy toy begged for next. Just when the time was right, I’d allow Stu to become unbound, while said boy toy remained bound.

Oh can you see where this story could end, or begin for that matter? Training a sissy is just the beginning it actually IS two fold.
Talk Soon Naughty Ones,
Mistress Peyton

Deeper Down the Rabbit Hole

Rabbit Hole

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

Locked Cock For Corona Lock In


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

For Fantasy Sake To Prove Your Devotion


Recently my subs where asked what they would be willing to do in order to prove their devotion to me. I’ve listed a story of one pet’s devotion.. enjoy!

The idea of having 24 hours to prove my devotion to You is exhilarating. I would imagine, like most Dominants, You’d want to test my limits. I’d like to have my limits tested as well. Could W/we spend 24 hours doing just that?

I like that the Domme in the picture is holding a riding crop. I’ve imagined myself a bit of a pain slut, even been called that a time or two, but never how much I could really take. W/we should start by finding out. W/we agree on a safe word, and You tell me to only use it when I really can’t endure anymore. No matter how screaming and crying i do, even if i scream ‘No’, You won’t stop until You hear me utter the safe word.

You secure me to frame, arms and legs outstretched, totally exposed for You. You wield the crop on my ass, lashing it repeatedly as i whimper and groan, my cock stiffening with each lash. As my bottom blisters to Your satisfaction, You turn Your attention to my hard cock and swollen balls. You apply several lashes downward on my cock, and I start to howl, but safe word yet. Then You swing upward and catch both my cock and balls. I gasp and groan as the full force of Your swing of the crop lands squarely on my balls. I’m determined to endure as much as i can, but after several swings I’m at my limit and stammer out the safe word. You immediately drop the crop and release me, helping me to bed where You treat my wounds and soothe my tortured soul.

After i’ve sufficiently recovered, You tell me it’s time for the next round as you begin securing me to the bed. You start to tease my hardening cock bringing me to a full erection and telling me i’m not allowed to cum. You also caution that if i should cum without permission You now know the limit of punishment i can endure, and You are fully prepared to take me there again. You stroke and tease me bringing me to the edge of orgasm again and again. Soon i am begging for permission to cum. You back off the stroking for a bit and tell me ‘No’ and soon resume the torment.

After a while i don’t know whether to beg for permission to cum or for You to stop stroking. You continue this cycle of torment, over and over until i’m a blubbering mess, not sure if i can hold back orgasm but dreading another round of punishment. Then i remember the safe word, and think it might apply here as well. I say it, and You tell me, “Good, pet, you may cum now.” You quickly stroke my engorged cock a few times and then remove Your hand letting the cum spurt from my cock in a ruined orgasm. I groan in frustration as You giggle at my predicament.

You tell me to rest for a bit as You do the same, but You leave me tied. Also, before You leave, You insert a plug in my ass and set a vibration on it. You tell me when You return You intend to test the limits of my ass with Your strap on collection. “Remember your safe word,” You sing as You sashay out of the room.

Very nice story…Wouldn’t you agree?

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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