A Married slave, Captured…

Captured

The Following is a True Story brought to you by one of my Captured, married slaves.

So a few months back, i opened an email from Peyton Will Break You. It seemed simple and inconspicuous with one task. Click in the body and then press CTRL+V on your keyboard.. Click send. Do you have what it takes to do it?? Are you Scared? LOL.

So, my wife Laura was in Florida visiting her mom.

i was bored, lonely and horny so i followed the simple instruction. All was good until last week when i picked up the phone and called Miss Peyton.

i began the conversation by introducing myself as steven, a submissive boy that needs to do as he’s told and that i crave humiliation.

i told Miss Peyton that i would be a good little whore for Her and i would even please a real man for Her.

Then, Miss Peyton said to me, “what would Laura think of you wanting to please a real man?” There was silence as the gravity of the situation set in. Miss Peyton giggled the cutest little sadistic laugh and said, “oh stevie, you don’t remember taking My blackmail dare back in February?” Does, D***as.L****a@gmail sound familiar to you boy? i did not. i was terrified!

i was then instructed to tell Miss Peyton everything about little laura and our little lives, not leaving out any details. i was instructed to send some humiliation pictures to Miss Peyton otherwise i would be done and poor Laura would be devastated to learn that i was not the man she married.

Now i am sweating, addicted and there is no way out.

i call and tribute Miss Peyton, not just because She has my wife’s email address but because it is my station in life.

i need control, i need the attention and i need to be under the spell of a beautiful and professional Woman who is sweet, sadistic and could ruin me with the click of a mouse.

i must admit that i am constantly turned on that Miss Peyton has me under Her heel, that i am putty in Her hands that She is molding as She sees fit.

It is quite shocking the things that i will do to keep my secret safe, and Miss Peyton has just begun to peel back my shell and take a little glimpse inside.

my panties get so tight when i think of what Miss Peyton has in store for me. This is as real as it gets and i am reminded by constant butterflies in my stomach along with Miss Peyton’s emails of me in my panties.

i am honoured and privileged to call Miss Peyton my Mistress, my owner, my reason for living and my confidant.

Thank You Miss Peyton!
kneelingly Yours,
stevie

…Oh, Not to worry stevie, You’re welcome! I mean we’re working it out, aren’t we?
We’ll be in touch!
Miss Peyton

Crimes Against Femininity

crimes

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

Poor Cuck Has A Problem

Poor Cuckold Has A Big Problem

Oh boy! He didn’t know when he agreed to let his wife see other men just how bad things could get for him.

When they agreed that she could see Jamal from work he thought this would be the answer to all his problems. He had been wanting to try other things.

She had been tired of the way things had been in the bedroom for such a long time. Together they came to the agreement that they would try it for just a little while. Neither of them knew that they would love the cuckold relationship so much.

It wasn’t until about six months into the situation they figured out just how messed up things had gotten. For her there was no going back. For him, well… he was all the way in.

As I said this marriage had it’s own set of problems prior to them taking on the cuckold relationship. Until the day she peed on the stick.

To Be Continued…
Miss Peyton

A Little Stage Fright

Stage Fright

Stage Fright

He’s Climbing the Stairway to Heaven- If the Stage Fright Allows.

Stand Up, drop those pants!  Let me see what I have to work with here!   Don’t be shy, remember you asked for this. You wanted to be told how to handle your cock, how to jerk off, what to do, and when to do it! You promised that you would do exactly what you are told to do without complaint.

Looks like you have a little stage fright there.

Let’s see if we can help a little.  Stop looking at those Ladies and Gentlemen in the Audience and focus your mind on me. Right here, on the pendant between my breasts, nestled oh so enticingly where you’d love to have your cock right now.

Ah see, it stiffened a little more. Even the barest suggest that this would even be an option and you get harder. Now take the tip of your cock in your hand and gently pull it up a towards your chest a little. Good, slowly, not too hard. Now bring it back to the starting position, focus on the pendant, and fondle just the very top of your cock head nice and slow.

Do you see how I am making the pendent dip up and down between my lovely breasts? How slow and teasing the motion is? I am in no rush at all! Pay close attention to it, and now use your fist to imitate that movement. Up and down, nice and slow, teasingly, sensual, no need to rush. Very good, see the Audience approves of your performance.

You always dreamed of jerking off in front of a room filled with beautiful women, watching you, stroking your cock. You told me that when you were under hypnosis the other day. This is your dream come true, don’t worry about it. You are doing great.

Now, let your eyes drift lower on me. Down, down, down, yes right there. I am going to pull my skirt up just a little so you can see the tops of my stocking and the line my upper thighs make like a Highway to Heaven.

I want you to imagine that you are traveling along that Highway in a rocking motion. You have to do it a little faster and in a good rhythm or you’ll never move forward. Put your hands together – finger tips to finger tips, and put your cock between them. Yes, good, just like that. Imagine that your hands are my upper thighs and you are going to hump rock your way upward towards my special place. No, you can’t get a peak of it, this isn’t show and tell, silly boy, this is a game of JOI imagery. You can do that, can’t you my love?

Yes, that is how I want you to put your hands, now look at my thighs. Do you see how I press them together and then loosen them up a little bit? Very good you are going to do the same thing with your hands now. Your hands represent my thighs remember?

Look at my right fingers tapping on the hem of my raised up skirt. Keep in time with the tempo  I want you to follow.  Not slower or faster then the tapping of my fingers. Do you understand?

Oh yes, very good! You are a good little Wanker for me.

Oh no, looks like our time is up for the day, that is unless of course you’d like to call me at 1-800-863-5478 ext: 9978383 to extend the time….

Talk Soon Naughty One,

Miss Peyton

Divine Goddess Bosom-Trance

Divine Goddess Bosom Trance

They jiggle, they sway, the bounce as I walk, they are natural, perfect, and utterly mesmerizing. You simply can’t tear your eyes away from them.

You know staring at them the way you do is wrong.

You know that your obsession with them will end up getting you into trouble. You know that no matter how hard you try, you just can’t stop looking at them.

Of course you can’t, because you are on the fast track of being in a trance, a breast addict, a tit loser, a jug gooner, and a helpless hopelessly mindless slave for MY Divine Goddess Bosom.

To think you actually figured you could walk away from their hypnotic power over you is laughable. You actually thought you stood a chance, that you could deny the deep seeded to stare at them, watch them as they move, and do anything I desire just for a teeny tiny peak of them even if it just through my silky blouse, or the lacy black bra. You know you don’t deserve to see them nude, you haven’t earned that right. Haven’t sacrificed enough, haven’t been obedient enough, and most certainly haven’t begged enough….. YET

Don’t worry , you’ll learn how to behave like the proper mindless tit addict you are.

You’ll learn to let go of your foolish assumptions, those silly notions that you can’t actually stop yourself from falling deeper and deeper under my trance.

You’ll learn to realize that my divine Goddess Bosom, is the most addicting, magnificent, enticing, mesmerizing, and powerful deity over your poor weak mind.

The sooner you give in, the sooner you surrender, the easier it will become for you. It’s so very easy to surrender to your human male weakness, that desire to stare at boobs, to get lost in their movements, their beauty, the hypnotizing sway.

That’s it little slave, look at my breasts! Stare at them, let your eyes go unfocused until it looks like they are trying to take you over and swallow you up whole. (wicked laughter)

They grower larger and larger within your mind, and you become smaller and smaller. You are so helpless before my mighty breasts, so very helpless, so very weak, and so very addicted.

So round, so perfect, so soft, so enticing, so magnificent, so powerful… you simply can’t stop looking away and it is impossible for you to stop thinking about my beautiful breasts – your new Owner!
Talk Soon Naughty One,
Miss Peyton

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