Crimes Against Femininity

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His Crimes Against Femininity

In a land of make believe crimes against Femininity land you in prison. The guards are female, the warden is female everything in said prison runs like clockwork.

Especially the Mind-Fuck!

Your day has finally come. Will you be lead out to slaughter? Will your attorney show? What in the world will happen to you?

As you sit in your dark and gloomy cell. You smoke a cigarette. You think about all the things you might have done differently. You wish you had said things kinder, been gentler.

As you sit there you here them, they are coming for you. It’s her, you know it’s her, you can here her heels clicking across the cold concrete floor. You here her giggle. She’s going to torment you.

She’s going to remind you of all those things you’ve done… The only thing you can hope for is that she shows you some piece of mercy. Will she have mercy for you?

You are stripped down naked and taken to a room. Placed on a cold table, your body cringes.

Her hands begin to toy with you.

She places icy hot on your penis and balls. Still your cock betrays you. It always betrays you. Doesn’t it?

The guards have their turn with you, with sleeves and and gloves you are edged over and over as you loose your mind, begging and crying for some sort of mercy, any type of mercy.

Ten total guards with ten total cock sleeves ride you until their very own completion. You with no satisfaction. You simply lay there and cry. Ten solid hours of crying like a baby. Just crying. You can’t understand why all this has happen to you. Why you are being treated this way.

Suddenly you are told that the Warden offers you a One Time Redemption Program, you have to accept it now or never. So you being in this fragile state of mind accept it.

Once you’ve accepted it The Warden- Being me, walks into the room and smirks down at you… You silly fuck you’ve just agreed to service the entire women’s wing twice per month.
Talk Soon Naughty One-
Miss Peyton

A Word From Toy…

A word from Toy

A Word From Toy

Often times on a whim  you’ll receive a set of Instructions from me, it would be a pity should you decide not to follow along… Only a select few are brave enough to do exactly as I say.. Some say it’s more than rewarding.. Below is a sneak peak into what a day with MY Control would look like for you…

The crack of a whip, the sound of stilettos across the dungeon floor, even the soft caress of Mistresses stocking foot across  your face; all these sensations pale in comparison to when Mistress Peyton deems you lucky enough to receive instructions that represent her will and control over you.

The excitement that comes over you as you read her implicit instructions, her toy becomes instantly aroused and like a drug you wait for the next command, it’s like a snap of her fingers that shoots straight to your heart, and you obey, because that’s all there is in life that is important. You must make her happy, amuse her that is the only option.

Mistress Peyton will often tease me over the course of the day. She will command me to edge for her, over and over, till I am out of my mind with lust to serve her. In between she will inflict pain upon her toy, this is just to remind you even more that the thing hanging between your legs is no longer yours, but hers to do what she pleases with. It is in these moments that you realize her power and more importantly who owns and controls that toy between your legs. It is in fact a mouse that she smacks and teases like a cat does its prey, and all the while all you are left with is wanting more, the next set of commands!

There is no greater feeling than knowing that Mistress Peyton has tested your will, and that you passed cause she instills in you the need to be hers, to be owned and suffer for her enjoyment…..really that is all that matters. I belong to Mistress Peyton! Get used to that phrase, cause that is all you’ll really want anyway!

I hope this meets with your approval Mistress I’m Yours to control and abuse.
Your slave,
William

… Call Miss Peyton 1-800-863-5478 ext: 9978383

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Ante Up: From A Pet’s POV

I have known Miss Peyton for more than a little while and she is incredible to serve. She always ups the ante just a little bit, a natural progression from one fetish on to the next, gradually increasing the kinkiness or simply adding to it.CEI

My original fetish and interest with her was to perform cock and ball torture on myself on cam for her orders and amusement. She will also not call for anything “unsafe”, while we were having one of our first sessions I started a urethral insertion of a Q-tip and she told me to stop, the threat of bacteria was not a risk she was interested in me taking.

So with tied up balls and an ice bath later she said “I have something I want you to do….” then she asked if I had ever eaten my cum before, I said I hadn’t and my orgasm began to build. She instructed me to cum in a glass and to drink it down. It wasn’t bad at all and it made her chuckle with delight, and that is the point of serving Miss Peyton. We are for her amusement, but she does care about our safety.

As a pet or a slave or how ever she deems you in her world to fit, you are in good hands with Mistress as she will up the ante and keep you just inside of the out of this world zone for a mixture of pleasure and fun.  Trust me, I know this, she’s a one of a kind Mistress who plays for keeps.

I am but one of her Pets

 

A Little Caged Fun

8aa3fe9f53a1f8aa5bcdd4ff51baf541Jay and I had been together for a few months. He was perfect, sweet, attentive, gorgeous body. His upper body was simply delicious. I’m a complicated girl, and sometimes I like to play games. We were at a housewarming party for a friend and I told him to meet me in the upstairs bathroom for a surprise. We met there shortly, I pulled him close and started kissing him all over his mouth and neck, pressing my body to his. I felt him getting aroused and immediately stopped. I reached down and undid his pants and pulled them down, exposing him. I took a few steps away from him as he stood puzzled. I told him he would do something special for me. I reached into my purse and pulled out a cock cage and lock. His surprise was obvious, “put it on” I ordered. His penis locked away, I told him it was time to leave.

We reached my apartment and I kissed him a few more times on our way up. When we got in the apartment he tried kissing me again and I pushed him away, and instead led him into the bedroom. With a loving smile, I told him simply “take off all of your clothes and lay spread eagle on the bed”. He complied and I began to tie his wrists and then his ankles. He cooed a few times about how much he was into it. I reared my hand back and struck his balls directly. “It’s not about you, it’s about me.”

To Be Cont…

Mistress Peyton