Masturbation Therapy, Oh My!

Masturbation Therapy, How may I Help You?

Yeah, I can only imagine that’s what you believed you’d hear.  Or is it?  Let’s just be honest with one another and lay it all on the table.

Masturbation Therapy

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First things first, you love to touch yourself.  Am I right?  Secondly you love listening to me instruct you on HOW to touch yourself.  Put those two things together and you’ve got the perfect combination.  I mean seriously??

Well, I am your therapist of sorts.  Now that we’re being real with one another.  I do guide you in ways you’ve never had before.  I help you have those “toe curling” orgasms.   OR not!  Depending on the mood I’m in will depend on how long you get to build that load for me.  Either way when you do finally blow it will be memorable that’s for sure.

One things for sure you’ll be one happy boy toy and I’ll be one proud Mistress once you’ve followed through to the end of one amazing session with me.

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

May I spend the evening in your company, Lady?

Lady, May I join you?

My Lady, My Mistress

My Lady

I walk into the Halloween Ball dressed to the nine’s.  My dark emerald green and black lace gown flowing around me in such a sensual way that every eye in the room is on me. I smile softly. Knowing exactly what effect I have on all the people around me. My grace and poise is unparalleled. I didn’t opt for a slutty outfit but for a classy ultra feminine outfit that gives me the appearance of a divine Goddess. The ultimate feminine authority that has every male in the room want to sink to his knees and worship me. I feel beautiful and I know that my power is at it’s highest point right now, here, as I walk slowly through the room.

You are sitting in a corner table with a couple of your friends.

You’re dressed up in your Halloween costume and can’t stop staring at me. I notice your gaze and look into your direction, smiling as I see your eyes widening subconsciously and I know your breathing has just become harder. Your friends are talking to you, but you don’t even hear them. You only have eyes for me.

On a whim I crook my finger at you and beckon you to come to me. I have no doubt in my mind that you will obey my summons. How could you not, I know I have already claimed you as mine simply by being who I am this evening.

Sure enough you get up and walk towards me, but as you come closer I snap my finger at you and point to the floor, indicating that you must crawl the rest of the way to my feet. When you don’t obey immediately I begin to turn as if to walk away. Making it clear that my will shall not be disobeyed.

I can see you gulp as you sink to your knees and slowly crawl towards me. Your eyes cast down and your face bright red in both excitement and embarrassment.

People around us stop and stare, and I smile proudly down on you.

This is a very good beginning, I think to myself as I await for you to take your place before me. When you finally do and try to rise, I stop you with a hand on top of your head, and with the other hand I point to my high heel covered shoe. Snapping my finger and putting my foot forward towards you. “Kiss my shoe!” I whisper just loud enough for you to hear.

You do so, without thought, simply obeying. Now that you are before me, you seem to have sunk into a place of submission and are only too eager to please me.

”May I spend the evening in your company, Lady?”

You ask humbly after you have kissed my shoe.

”You may, I answer, my voice full of laughter, but you will have to be a very good boy for me tonight and do exactly what I tell you! Do you think you can do that?”

Well can you? Let’s find out if you are worthy of my dominance and attention tonight. Give me a call and find out what I want you to do for me and under my instructions tonight! I am ready to be amused by you, my pet.

Talk Soon Naughty One-

Miss Peyton

1-800-863-5478 X  9978383

 

 

Wanting to Worship My Body

My Beautiful Body Was Made To Be Worshiped!

You always talk about wanting to worship my body. You keep begging me to be permitted to kiss and lick my delicious and purely divine ass. Now I know you have all those naughty ideas of what you think it should be like for you, but I have given it some thought and decided I will give you this privilege but on MY TERMS.

As it should be!

With the Summer months upon us, I love to get into the outdoors. The weather is perfect for hiking along one of them many trails near my house. I do so enjoy hiking and working up a good sweat, with the sun heating up my body. Are you seeing where I am going with this yet?

Adore Mistress

Body Worship

I was thinking what a perfect way for me to relax after with your hands bound behind your back, and you contorting ever so prettily while worshiping my sweaty freshly exercised ass. I will tie your arms behind your back so you can neither touch me with your hands nor attempt to focus on your pleasure via masturbating more then the worship you claim you wish to give me.

You will use your tongue and mouth, to kiss and lick my entire delicious ass and of course your nose to inhale my sexy fragrance. What a special privilege for you.

Oh and you won’t just do this for a couple of minutes either when you figure you did enough. Oh no my dear, I am going to keep you on your knees worshiping the way I desire and demand for at least an hour.

I hope you enjoy being on your knees – a lot!

After you are done and before I am going to untie your hands I am going to make sure that your sweet desperation will continue for as long as it pleases me to do so. With other words you will find your cock locked up in a chastity device.

Of course I will keep the keys – yes both of them so you cannot cheat – on a chain around my neck and nestled prettily between my breasts. Not a place you’ll get to.

Oh what’s wrong dear, why do you look so crest fallen suddenly. Did you really think that worshiping your Mistress ass was going to be about you? No darling, worship – nobody which form it takes is always going to be about me and what pleases me to see happening and what I desire for it to be.

As much as I truly enjoy feeling your devotion and eagerness to kiss, sniff, and lick my glorious ass, I do enjoy the desperation and ultimate denial this action will bring you even more.

After all, it is a fact, that a sub kept sexually desperate and just a little (or a lot) frustrated with his cock nicely controlled and locked up, especially after such an intimate and sensual act as ass worship, is a much more focused and obedient boy indeed.

Well then, pick up that phone and call me now.

Talk Soon Naughty One!

Miss Peyton

Drop to Your Knees Worship My Feet

At Her Feet

Worship Shoes, Feet and Toes!

You simply can’t stop staring at my beautiful soft and freshly pedicured feet. The elegance of my long toes has you enthralled. The delicate design on my beautiful toe nails has you under a spell. The way the peak out from my open toed high heeled shoes makes you weak and all you want to do is drop to your knees to worship my feet, my shoes, my toes.

Already you are picturing me sitting in a chair above you, you on your knees, gently – carefully – worshipful lifting each foot in turn and kissing, licking, sniffing, and caressing every inch of those lovely strap open toed, high heeled silver shoes of mine.

Cleaning the dust from my walking off them with your tongue, careful not to miss even the tiniest bit. Licking the soles to assure that they too are nice and properly cleaned.

Surely it’s nasty, but to you it’s divine.

You want nothing more then to lick and suck on the stiletto heel of my lovely shoes, sucking on it as if it was a shoe cock. Oh I tease you about that all the time, that you are a little faggot for my high heel. Sucking on it so lovingly and so worshipful. I know the very thought is making your cock twitch. You are so aroused by it, that you groan.

You take your time with worshiping and serving my high heeled shoes, a sweet torment to your body and mind. I love seeing how enthralled and fully focused you become when I give you that honor.

That’s a good boy, I softly whisper, stay focused on your task. Don’t miss a single inch. I watch as your eyes glaze over, you sinking into a feverish pitch of sexual arousal and utter worship.

After a while I have a wonderful idea.

You are being such a good boy, that I want to give you a special type of reward. I call a hold to your worship and you stop reluctantly. Thinking that your time at my feet – with my shoes – has come to an end. I order for you to go and get my black high heeled pair of shoes, which I have worn for years now. My scent is deeply ingrained inside of the leather. When you bring it to me I tell you to hold one of them to your nose and inhale deeply.

Your face is priceless as you realize what a special privilege I am granting you today. That’s right, good boy, bury your nose in my shoe and inhale deeply. Let the scent of the shoe and lingering scent of my foot go deep into your nostrils and permeate your mind.

Your cock is twitching so hard, I am wondering if you are going to cum without even touching yourself. Inhaling the scent of my shoe, it’s leather coupled with the scent of my foot, drives you mad with lustful thoughts.

I grin with mischief in my eyes as I hold out the second shoe to you and tell you to …

Oh you want to know what else I have on my mind?  Well I guess you’ll just have to pick up the phone and call me now to find out!

Talk Soon Naughty One,

Miss Peyton