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

 

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

Why The Shame?

No Shame

Is That Shame I see?

Look at me when I speak to you.  I mean that.  We have known one another long enough by now that you understand fully you are in a safe space.  NOTHING you could do OR say will ever change how I feel about you.

Countless hours I’ve devoted myself to you and you to me.  So why now all of a sudden are you feeling so much shame for being who you are?

OH,  You let her rip you apart for the feelings you have?

Understand one thing… Society has taught us that a man “should be” a certain way.  Therefor a certain amount of shame is normal.  Given the proper set of circumstances you should feel nurtured to grow in your desire and yes, that even includes humiliation fetishes as well.  I don’t give a damn who you are and how much you like being treated like a pet, animal, spanked, fucked, sucked etc.  I mean that was a very brief description on a VERY Broad horizon.

YOU deserve to be treated with respect and if the person handling you EVER makes you feel a certain type of way STOP dealing with them.  The group of Ladies I’ve associated myself with (and for GOOD Reason) are responsible enough to know when they are/or not equipped to handle certain types of situations and are perfectly FINE with saying so to you.  We are okay with gracefully saying to you that this type of idea or concept is not for us.

Having said that, do NOT think that because I or one of the people I may refer you to has said this is/isn’t for me is judging you or talking about you behind your back.  HELL no.  That’s NOT what we do.

We simply want what’s best for you.

Nothing pisses me off more than to hear a sub who feels shame for his desire to be controlled.  I just don’t understand why a Lady would automatically assume you are a piece of shit because you want her to control your orgasm.  As a matter of fact it’s the other way around.  She should feel pretty fucking good about herself that you even chose her in the first place.  I mean you have so many choices out there these days.

Hey Boys… Thanks For Being Mine, We’ll talk soon!

Miss Peyton

Dear Mistress, I’m Your Slut

Dear Mistress, I’m Your Slut

Slut

Your Slut

Having spoken to You only through the phone i would be nervous and awed at being invited over.

So many thoughts racing through my head. But under laying all is the need to please You. Ordered to strip at the door You stand behind me rubbing my body commanding me to stand still.

You whisper in my ear how i have become such a good slut. You pinch and rub my nipples, eventual putting a clip on each. Light slaps to my face correct my responses and they are followed by a caress and kiss. Constant teasing for a time has me so aroused and dripping.

You make me kneel and clean the spots from the floor. Then while still kneeling You place a ball gag in my mouth and push my head to the floor. i feel lube shoot into me and a glove hand begins teasing my ass. Warming it up before a dildo slides in. i am Ordered to remain kneeing as a pair of moist panties is place over my face, Your scent filling my nose. i hear the click of Your heels and You whisper.

Be right back. No touching.

The door closes leaving me in darkness. Then the dildo comes to life. It seems like hours but could only have been 30 minutes when You return. The dildo driving me wild. i see You in the door, still fully clothed and laughing softly.

You order me to take out the dildo and I whine because i am so close to coming. You attach a collar and leash, leading me to the chair. You position me so as You advance i am pushed back on to the dildo. Don’t you dare release slut You whisper as Your weight rises me down onto the chair.

My world explodes as i am filled.

Your scent so close, You peel the panties off my face and bring my mouth to Your clothes breast. i whimper and whine wanting to feel Your nipple in my mouth.  What will You do that nipple “j?”  Your dress teasing Your cock but never giving enough friction. i scream anything and You release the clamps and gentle suck on my nipples while bouncing on my lap so the cock from the chair rides deep.

My, anything slut?

Will You let me paint you like a whore? Dress You like a slut? Anything hummm. Who whisper and bite my ear. You stand and walk a light clicks on a near by table.  i see You return as i am ordered to stand and a pair of fishnets is pulled up slowly on my legs. This is followed by a short pink skirt. You lean in running Your hands over my body and ask More slut? i beg and moan through the gag.

A black tube top is pulled down over me and you release the ball gag. You make me hover halfway down the cock in a squatting position, teasing me with Your hands as You apply a bright pink lipstick and dark eye shadow. A pink wig follows and Your hands force me all the way down on the cock.

You attach a vibrator to my cock and set it on a low hum as You undress in front of me. Slowly, leaning in keeping me inches from You. You lean in an place Your nipple to my lips. I greedily try to inhale it. But You whisper not yet and move behind me pulling my arms back. i feel you bind them, then my ankles. You come in front and smile, leaning in to brush Your nipple across my lips and say And not now. i stare at You as You walk away your perfect ass swaying. The lights click of and the cock in my ass so huge starts to vibrate and i am left looking at myself in the mirror.  Nothing but Your painted whore.

i hope You enjoyed this… as I am your slut and want nothing more than to please you Mistress.

 

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