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

 

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

Strip For Me, Body Inspection

I want you to strip for me! Slowly! Body Inspection

I didn’t say anything about you ripping your clothes off and throwing them in a mess on my floor. Mistress doesn’t like that kind of mess.

I want you to entertain me. Amuse me!  Give me something to enjoy, as you remove one piece of clothing at a time.

Can you feel my eyes inspecting your naked body as it become exposed to me?  Does it excite you to feel my eyes roaming over you so freely? Unapologetically examining you, feasting my eyes on you, as I decide your fate.

I delight in this sensual type of role reversal, in which you become the sexual object, the objectified toy for me to behold and not only fully body check to decide if you are “good enough” to arouse my senses, but truly make you perform for me in this intimate way.

Once you are fully bare to my sight, I will have you turn slowly for me. Showcasing yourself from all view points I desire. My voice never raises, never allows you to see the excitement that is building inside of me.

 I am in full control, while you are rapidly losing yours.

I rise from my chair, slowly and measured, to approach you. Me fully dressed, looking every inch the powerful Professional Lady I am, while you are standing in front of me with not even a stitch on your body.

The delightful contrast of our appearance alone makes your heart beat faster, your palms slightly sweaty with nervousness, and a delicious blush staining your naked body before me.

I am so close that if you’d dare to move and touch I would be pressed up against you in moments, but you know that is not your privilege nor your place. You are here to serve me, do my bidding, and obey without hesitation.

Put your hands behind your neck and lock your fingers together. The order is simple and presented in a voice of quiet authority. I have no need to raise my voice to you, you know that disobedience will have quick and stern repercussions. When Mistress wishes to play and be delighted, you have no choice but to give me what I want.

I reach my freshly painted long nails out and trace along the line and curve of your side. From armpit to past your hip, watching as you quiver and delight in hearing you gasp.

I smile….

“Oh pet, we haven’t even started yet, and just look at you, you are already aroused and getting breathless. I wonder what will happen when I do this…” I tease gently and run my fingers from your shoulder down to your torso, pausing to pinch and pull on your nibbles, watching as your already engorged cock twitches. I move my hands lower, over your stomach, over your hips, down your legs, carefully avoiding the one place you are desperate for me to touch.

I giggle as you helplessly and mindlessly thrust your cock out towards me in desperate offering. How sweet you are, but not yet. I have so much more planned for my enjoyment….

Want to know more? Well my love you know how to present yourself to Mistress don’t you?

Talk Soon Naughty One,

Miss Peyton

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The Evidence of Her Infidelity

Infidelity

Infidelity

The Evidence of Her Infidelity Became Painfully Clear.

Oh dear, your wife’s baby daddy is black, and you are so white you put rice to shame! Now I wonder how that happened, especially since she hasn’t fucked you in years! Your dick hasn’t been dipped in her lovely wet folds in so long you probably don’t even remember what the soft velvet like wetness of her cunt feels like around your engorged penis. It’s rather embarrassing to have to admit to that I know, but it’s a little late to try to pretend. As they say, the cat is out of the bag now – your wife has a lover!

Now of course you could have left her when the evidence of her infidelity became painfully clear, but you couldn’t. Worse yet, was that you had suspected as much many times before. Instead of manning up so and confronting her with your suspicions when she would go out all dolled up with “her friends’ 3 to 4 nights a week, you just sat at home like the schmuck you are. Even handing her money more days than not to make sure she had a good time. Oh she had a good time alright, in his bed, screaming out his name while he fucked her in ways you never could.

She has replaced you in her bed, but she’s got you by the balls. She’s turned you into a sniffling pathetic and totally emasculated wimp. Of course the more wimpy you got, the more she lost all respect for you. She no longer needed to hide what she was doing and now

HE is sleeping in your bed, while you sleep on the floor!

What a pathetic loser you have become! Hell he even orders you around, calls you pink dick sissy boy, and laughs at you while he fucks your wife. Oh and you get aroused when you think about it, can’t stop yourself from dribbling. It all made sense after you saw his big black cock ramming into your wife’s pussy for the first time. You could never stretch her like that, fuck her with that confidence, and make her scream your name.

No you just don’t have what it takes.

It’s just fair that you have to pay the bills, buy her pretty things, serve them, take care of the house while they fuck! It’s what is due them, you get that now. You are just a wimpy little white bitch boy cuckold after all.
Talk Soon Naughty One,
Miss Peyton

Princess Indigo

The very lovely Peyton has kindly asked Me to introduce Myself…

My name is Princess Indigo. The flame haired Transgender sex bomb. A seductive English mindfucker, who will break your heart and steal your soul. Call Me Princess. This is not a request.
 
Educated, wicked and playful. On the surface I’m warm witty, friendly and approachable. Something which has lured so many weak minded fools into My dark erotic trap.
 
My alluring mysterious voice and hot sizzling body will beguile your mind, enslave your heart and fuck your little mind.
There’s something about Me that gets so deep inside of you. Deliciously coiling around you, leaving you totally spellbound and utterly captivated. My dark supernatural power slowly consuming you.
 
My steamy Erotic Hypnosis and Femdom video’s are so addictive. I can be silky and seductive or cruel and merciless. Making you whimper and beg as I sink My claws into you and devour you whole.
 
 
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