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Mistress Ryan — Tue, 31 Aug 2010 12:00:51 +0000

Hello Phone Sex Boys!

I’m in a rather sadistic mood today and looking for a very special boy to play with. Are you that guy?

Let me tell you, I woke up early this morning and rolled over; my hands grazing the small toy chest beside by bed. (My toy collection is by no means small, just scattered throughout my area). I opened it up and my fingers enclosed themselves around one of my favourite paddles.

Yes, I’m in a spanking mood today.

Now you may ask yourself, how can a spanking phone sex session compare to the real thing? Darling, when I’m through with you, the red welts on your ass won’t be the only thing you remember. You see, I like to incorporate spanking into everyday roleplay.

I know you naughty subs out there should be punished from time to time and while I’m often cerebral in my punishments, today I’m all about the pain. Yes, I want you to bend over and expose that ass of yours to me. Beg for your punishment as you tell me all the things you did to displease me.

Maybe you gave in during our tease and denial session before I told you to? Or perhaps you didn’t don those pink panties to work like I asked? Whatever the case, today you will be punished for it. And hard.

You see, that favourite paddle of mine? It’s pink and black. It’s small and at first you might scoff at the damage it could do until I turn it around and show you the tiny metal spikes on the other side. I bet you are frightened now aren’t you? But your cock is hard too. Perhaps you are trembling a bit at the thought of being spanked by me. You see, a spanking from me is as much an honour as it is a punishment.

And perhaps after I’ve punished you hard for your sins, I will finish you off by pulling out one of my big, black strapons and reaming you in the ass. Yes, I think that’s a wise course of action.

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Strapons: I’m not your average Mistress

Mistress Ryan — Fri, 27 Aug 2010 12:00:24 +0000

Any of my callers to whom you talked would tell you almost immediately that I’m not your average Mistress. Average bores me, quite frankly. I’m more interested in trying new things being creative in reinforcing the Mistress/slave dynamic. It’s more fun for me, of course, and I believe quite refreshing for the boys I talk to.

But in spite of the fact that I don’t fall the cliched Femdom routine, there are certain aspects of what men consider “standard” Femdom fare that I really enjoy. Things like…strap on play, for example.

I think the very essence of strap on play is the inversion of traditional gender roles … sometimes called “gender-bending”. In “vanilla” sex, many people assume that the male, the penetrater, is the dominant party, and the female, the penetratee, is the submissive party. A woman using a strap on on a man turns all those assumptions on their heads, though. When I strap on my big fake cock and slide it inside you, I’m just showing you another aspect of my dominance by penetrating you…and making you feel so good, of course.

Besides, it’s been a long-held myth that the person who has the penis is the person who’s in control. While I do think this idea is utter crap, it’s still entertaining to dabble in it while I have 9 inches between my legs!

Socio-political ramifications aside, strap on play feels good. Damn good. I like the feeling of power that wielding a big cock gives me. I like the way our bodies rub together when I slam that cock deep inside you. I can’t say that the friction caused by the base of the dildo rubbing against my clit while I fuck you is half bad, either!

It feels good for you, too, doesn’t it? That’s most of the reason that you beg me for it. You like the feeling of being penetrated, of having your little hole stretched wide around my cock, of being taken. I’m sure you don’t mind the prostate stimulation that goes along with it, either.

Strap on play is great fun and always has been. I think it’s probably one of the ultimate expressions of female dominance and male submission. Not to mention it just feels really, really good! Grab a bottle of your favorite lube and give Mistress Ryan a call.

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Stocking Fetish: Crossdressers aren’t the only ones with this fetish!

Mistress Ryan — Fri, 20 Aug 2010 16:10:43 +0000

Fetishes are very interesting to me. They vary so greatly in scope and in focus. If you were to put 100, say, foot fetishists in one room and interviewed them all one-by-one, you would get 100 different spins on foot fetishes. No fetishist is ever just like another. I think that’s why I enjoy fetish phone sex calls so much. They’re never just “same old, same old.”

One of the fetishes I like the most is stocking fetish. It’s partly because it encompasses several different things and partly because, well, I just like wearing stockings … really, lingerie of any kind.

To be clear, when I mention stockings I am talking about the type which require suspenders, or garters. Pantyhose fetish is something just slightly different, still quite thrilling for those who indulge but separate from stocking fetishes. Stockings, whether they’re elastic top that stay up on their own or the kind that require garter belts to stay in place, have always been a mainstay of sexy female lingerie. It’s really no wonder men are so aroused by them. They make our legs look softer and smoother and, in the case of some stockings, even longer, particularly when paired with a pair of sexy stiletto heels.

Sometimes, you boys with a stocking fetish are so enamored by a woman’s stockings that you want to wear them as well. Such a thing is not that uncommon, particularly when you want a beautiful MILF like myself to take off the stockings she was wearing and have you put those stockings which are still warm from her body heat on your own legs.

Others of you have no desire to actually wear my stockings, but simply love the way my legs look in them. Perhaps you enjoy the feel of the stockings when I allow you to stroke my legs or when I run my feet over your body. Worshiping a silk encased leg, especially one as long as mine (36″ for those of you keeping track) can earn rewards of its own, when done properly. Those of you who know what makes a Mistress are familiar with how I like to reward my loyal boys.

Then, there are those of you who like to be made to masturbate into a pair of my stockings. Again, I like to use a pair that are still warm from my body heat for this. The warmth combined with the strokes of your hand and the silkiness of the stockings usually makes for a very quick orgasm. That’s why I like to combine it with a little tease and denial and tell you that you can stroke when I tell you to, but can’t cum without permission. It’s wicked and delicious!

I love incorporating your stocking fetish into our calls. In fact, I’m wearing a pair of sheer black stockings right now as I write this blog in anticipation. So give me a call.

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The Big Dig

Mistress Ryan — Wed, 07 Jul 2010 06:08:26 +0000

I like to watch people … observing them when they are most vulnerable. You know … those little ticks and personality quirks that you indulge in when you think no one is watching you. Oh sure, you have them … I’ve seen them all.

Are you fidgety? Do you tug on your earlobe when nervous? Reach down and touch your little pindick when you think no one is watching? I bet you do … and you never know who is observing your behaviours. If you pay really close attention to your fellow man, you’ll be surprised by the things they do …I know sometimes, things still catch me off guard.

Yesterday the temperature was 81 degrees with 65% humidity. That is what I’m dealing with, weather wise. That makes my house hot and sticky in a most unsatisfactory way. It’s become so bad my cats have taken up residence on the tiled floor of the bathroom in order to get some relief (I tried putting an inch of cool water in the tub but only one cat was taking advantage … and she was using it as armament against the other two). When I reached the point where I just couldn’t tolerate it another second longer, I packed a little bag for myself and off to the beach I went. I knew this was potentially a bad idea, considering I wasn’t the only person who may have had this idea but I wanted to brave it … if only to sprawl out in the water and allow it to envelope me. For once in my life, I was hoping that New England ocean water would stay true to form and not get much above 60. So I braved the traffic, drove up and down the strip three times before finding a parking spot (a sweet old lady in a Chevy cut me off for a prime spot near Kelly’s Roast Beef … bitch) and getting onto the sand.

Sand, for those of you who are unlucky enough to be landlocked is the second hottest surface on the planet during the summer months (it’s beaten only by hot top, which can sear the bottoms of your feet near instantly … which is why we always wear sandals!). While traipsing my way down the sand to the hardpack, I think I may have formed glass soles to my feet (I am still accepting applications for those who would seek to ease my suffering by worshiping Mistress’ feet) before settling about halfway down the beach. I set up my towel and chair, put my cooler to the side, applied a generous amount of sunscreen and lay back for a while … just relaxing in the sun and enjoying the breeze. It was magnificent as I lay there, baking in the sun but eventually, I began to get overly warm again. Time for a jump in the water!

Carefully making my way down the rest of the sun-blistered sand, I eased myself into the water and was surprised to find it was actually warmer than I’d expected. The heart stopping cold I’d known all my life was merely a memory … OK, I could live with this! I swam a way out from the shore and paddled about for a while … observing my fellow swimmers. Quite a few families … a few single college girls and an exceptionally high ratio of college men. One group in particular caught my attention because of a rather tall, well built ginger who seemed to be something of the ring leader. I couldn’t understand a word he said (I think he was speaking German) but his voice was powerful and self-assured. A voice not to be reckoned with, as it were. He was laughing and joking with his friends as they splashed around before getting out. I noticed they’d settled their towels down not too far from my own and within my direct line of sight. They were all quite attractive so I thought I’d at least get to enjoy a little show with my relaxation. Little did I know …

I got out of the water, made my way back up the lava-like surface of the beach to my chair. The ginger was standing and talking to a few of his friends before they settled down, presumably to sunbathe. This is where things became … interesting. After a moment of laying down on his back, the ginger flipped himself over onto his stomach. He fidgeted a little, getting comfortable. A few moments later, he raised himself up onto his knees, reached into his trunks and quite plainly … adjusted himself! OK … a little odd but … ok. He laid back down, crossed his arms under his forehead and relaxed.

A few minutes goes by … another raise … another adjustment … lay back down. This happened 3 or 4 times before our brazen ginger haired man finally pulled himself up onto his knees, leant forward with his elbow and forearm and dug a HOLE in the sand just where his by now quite obviously erect cock would lay! He rubbed back and forth furiously with his arm until the trench was appropriately sized before laying back down, sprawling his arms above his head! I couldn’t stop the giggles that threatened to burst out of me at this display. I tried to be discreet (be quiet, yes it can too happen!) while I watched him, contentedly laying on his beach towel … humping the sand oh so gent … WAIT! What?? Yes, you heard me … the little pervert was humping the sand where he’d carved out his little trench! His hips rocked back and forth and I could see he was using his toes, dug into the sand for leverage!

I’m not sure if he just got so carried away by the warmth of the sand around his cock or if he was just overly excited to be on the beach but I watched him rock back and forth against the sand for a good 20 minutes before getting up and quickly making his way across the sand to the water … I don’t know what he was doing, nor why he had to make such a rush down the sand to the water but he remained there for quite some time!

See … those little quirks and unconscious behaviour are endlessly amusing … and provide your Mistress with such a surprisingly entertaining afternoon.

I’m off to go wilt in the heat just a little while longer … I’ll be returning to the beach sometime this week … perhaps I’ll see our little sand humper having another Big Dig of his own!

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Masturbation Denial … Oh What Fun It Is!

Mistress Ryan — Fri, 02 Jul 2010 11:49:43 +0000

A while back, I did a blog post about guided masturbation. We talked about some of the offshoots of such a call, including tease and denial. I’d like to go back to that for just a moment, as I saw something this morning which made me squeal with delight.

The basics of cock control are quite simple … you are teased just to the edge and then left alone until you calm down, over and over again until your Mistress determines you’ve earned your orgasm. This can sometimes lead to prolonged sessions which can be stretched out for hours in between and, in reality it’s not always possible to spend every waking moment with a submissive, ensuring he obeys and leaves his cock alone. Sometimes, a teasing session may include overnight waiting periods that can lead to disobedience once Mistress is asleep. It may not even be intentional that the submissive reach down and stroke during the night. Now, however those brilliant folks over at Stockroom.com have come up with the perfect tool for masturbation denial.

The Double Fist Mitt is absolutely perfect for ensuring a submissive’s obedience in not touching their cock while Mistress is otherwise engaged. As described on the website, the mitt is made with 30-gauge black latex (that’s about as thick as it gets), it has two PVC wrist belts, two chrome-plated D-rings, and two chrome-plated steel lockable buckles. There’s not a chance in the world of anyone touching themselves while buckled into this baby … imagine the possibilities of extended tease & denial sessions, keeping a wayward cuckold from disobeying his training or even a new twist on chastity training!

Of course, this could also be used in conjunction with mummification or sensory deprivation … or just really kinky Mistresses who like bondage (innocent look).

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Phone Sex 101: Roleplay

Mistress Ryan — Tue, 29 Jun 2010 08:22:24 +0000

Escapism … fantasy … daydreaming. These are all different terms for the core of what makes phone sex great … roleplay. The opportunity to shirk your every day and become something better, something extraordinary from yourselves. In your imaginations, you can write scripts that involve becoming a prancing sissy to a sobbing cuckold … you can live out the ideal of your heart’s desire without risking exposure or reality. The limits of your roleplay are only the limits of your imagination and the human brain is the largest sex organ on the planet (except for possibly my lover’s big black cock, but that’s a story for another time).

Sharing these ideas with your phone sex Mistress allows both of you to slip into the fantasy and explore the boundaries of what feels good … perhaps your fantasy is to watch your wife with another man, waiting for the moment she beckons you to lap at the sticky fresh cream pie he’s just deposited in her quim? A phone artist can visualize that fantasy and make it into something memorable with you … guiding you to your knees before them as they fuck in your wedding bed. Or are you more of an exhibitionist … imagining what it would be like to be caught jerking off in the office by that incredibly hot new boss? She can order you to her desk so you might perform just for her, after hours. Do you imagine looking up at her, hearing her laugh as you dribble onto the blotter?

Roleplay is a safe enjoyable way to explore what turns you on. Whether you choose to explore it with a phone entertainer or with your partner, you can assume any role and do anything that you have ever thought of … from superheroes to strapons.

For an erotic phone session with Ryan, call 800-601-6975
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Phone Sex 101: Strapon

Mistress Ryan — Wed, 02 Jun 2010 05:20:48 +0000

At once exciting and terrifying, the strapon is the most versatile toy in a Mistress’ toybag. It can be used as a sensual tease, enhancing and heightening the pleasure of whomever is on the receiving end … or it can be used as a punishing force, violating your body for your Mistress’ pleasure. They come, much like the appendage they are styled after, in many sizes and shapes … colours and textures. Personally, I guess you could say I’m a bit of a size queen … I believe in the statement “Go big or go home!” quite thoroughly and apply it to many of my endeavors. Including assfucking a bitch.

When introducing a strapon to your phone sex session, some key points to make a note of are:

Size Matters! When you are first beginning, you don’t jump right to the biggest and baddest strapon you can find and just make it fit. In order to get the most from your strapon session, you have to start small and graduate up to a larger size. Personally, I have most of my ass virgins start off with something like a butt plug, or a 4″ dildo and slowly build them up to the next size. A good rule of thumb is “When you can take it all, it’s just too damn small” Graduate by inches … not feet.
Lube, despite what you might have seen in every porn movie ever made, is your friend. You simply aren’t built to take a 12″ monster without a generous amount of lubrication. And no, I’m not talking about Spit N’ Sit here either. Think commercially available lubrication … Something like System Jo Anal Lube, which works WONDERS for getting slippery.
Wrap it up! When engaging in strapon play with your Mistress, condoms (much like lube) are your friend. They make cleaning up after yourself much easier and, as a bonus you can practice your oral presentation skills by putting the condom on with your mouth!
Research your Mistress! This is probably the most important thing to remember. Every phone Mistress has her own style, or nuance that she brings to her sessions. Some are sweet and gentle, while others are vicious and cruel. You want to find a Mistress that has a personality that works for you outside of just the one strapon session … As your relationship builds with her, she can help you to continue your anal training up to the point that you are comfortable (even if sometimes she pushes your limitations). If you don’t usually respond well to humiliation, you probably don’t want a woman who specializes in it to be training you, nor do you want someone who will be too nice if you are the type who will try to top from the bottom.

I can hear some of you backpedaling away from me right now but I’m going to say it … strapons aren’t just for faggots and bi-curious men. Strapons can be used to intensify the orgasm of anyone … including straight men! There are as many nerve endings in my clitoris as in your ass … bet you didn’t know that, but it’s true. At the point of orgasm, anything which stretches or holds the sphincter open will intensify the orgasm … making the experience far more memorable for both you and your Mistress.

Until next time, this is your Phone Sex Primer being brought to you by the Softer Side of Mean!

For an erotic phone session with Empress Ryan, call 800-601-6975
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Empress Hunter says “It’s Not Enough!”

Mistress Ryan — Fri, 21 May 2010 04:25:32 +0000

I had a pleasant little surprise today. Empress Hunter happened to be up in my part of the world today and stopped in for a visit. I don’t get to see very many cock control mistresses unless we are at one of the many multi-mistress mixers that our lovely Headmistress Ally hosts throughout the year so it was a pleasant shock to open the door and see her smiling face. While she was here, we had a delicious dinner at a local italian eatery with my female submissives and I got to introduce her to some of my favourite dishes (and waiters). We also had quite some time to discuss the apparent hostage situation going on with her dildo, Fatcock (if you’ve not heard about the missing behemoth, you should visit her website dedicated to finding him and read all about the nasty Mistress who has cocknapped him!) I’ve been reading the posts that have taunted poor Miss Hunter and can only say that I feel her pain.

Which brought our conversation around to my favourite subject … strapons and faggots. Upon returning to the house, I shared my latest acquisition … a strapon I shall refer to as the Filthy Fifteen. He’s long, thick and just perfect for lessons in advanced cock sucking technique (you can’t help but deep throat him!), which Ms Hunter has sworn to me she’s going to teach all of her little forced cum eating bitches. I showed her the special harness I had made for Filthy, so I can keep him erect while riding low against my hips and she offered a few suggestions for adjustments that put him in just the right spot.

However, the evening eventually had to wind down (my filthy phone boys were waiting!) and, as she was leaving I joked with Ms Hunter that she was so mean for leaving just after I’d introduced her to my new strapon. Her reply to me, while smiling in that secretive little way she has was to look right in my eyes and say “But Ryan … he’s just not big enough!”

She ran out to her car, laughing the whole way down the driveway …

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Phone Sex 101: Chastity

Mistress Ryan — Thu, 29 Apr 2010 04:25:53 +0000

Welcome back to my Phone Sex Primer series. As I’d mentioned in my first phone sex primer post, this is a guide for those of you who may be nervous about making your first call or those who want to try something new in their routine. We discussed tease & denial in our first set as well as a few of the variations that go hand-in-hand with guided masturbation. How many of you were inspired to let someone else tell you how to stroke? Or did you take the plunge and go for a brutal tease & denial session, heavy on the tease? Was your ultimate release better than usual because of this … or did you ultimately deny yourself to prolong the pleasure?

Which brings us to an interesting topic … and one that fits nicely with our previous talk. How long does your denial last? At which point do you drift out of the realm of denial and into the early stages of chastity training? Contrary to popular belief, you don’t have to necessarily be wearing a chastity device to be considered chaste (but they DO help … and just look so perfect on, don’t you think?). If you’ve spent any amount of time being denied your orgasm, and have been training to hold off on that moment until given permission … you are in effect, in chastity. However, achieving such a level of self control is time consuming and, while you are learning … well sometimes, you just need a little assistance. Like training wheels on your first bike … something to keep you honest. There are a huge variety of chastity devices in the market, varying from the very simple to the very complex. You don’t necessarily have to go out and buy something very high end for your first device, but you definitely want something that is well made and has a good reputation. Personally, I find the CB6000 to be a perfect beginners device because it’s easier to size, comes with a variety of options for locking and is quite durable. The polycarbonate material is hygienic, which makes it easier to use for longer periods of time and the plastic locks that come with the 6000 series are perfect for distance chastity training.

Of course, the first question that comes to mind for most would be “What do you get from an activity like that?” Why would a woman want to be a keyholder for a man and what does she get from the experience? It wouldn’t seem to do much for a woman, would it? But that’s where you circle right back around to the basic premise behind phone sex and the D/s lifestyle. What do I get?

Power.

What turns me on?

Power.

Do you see where this is going? Power is sexy … it’s beautiful … it’s demanding and it’s a level of intensity that can’t be gotten from just the occasional denial. You should see it from my end.

The Softer Side of Mean

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Fetish Groceries

Mistress Ryan — Fri, 23 Apr 2010 09:38:10 +0000

Hi again. Have you missed me? I know I’ve been absent from both taking calls and updating my blog but really, I have an excuse. I went on vacation … and it’s taken me about 3 weeks to get back in the swing of things (yes, my vacation was THAT relaxing). And then today, I was reminded of how long it’s really been since we’ve had any time together! I was shocked and appalled! How could I have left you all so bereft of my presence for so long? Which of you is brave enough to spank me for my indiscretion? (sounds of crickets) No one? Not a single one of you is brave enough to lay your hands on my perfectly delectable ass? And what if the invitation were to worship my ass? How many of you would stand up and take notice then, hmm?

Some of you are aware, of course, that I have my groceries delivered using a service provided by the store. It just makes my life easier to be able to shop via my computer and have someone else deliver the bags from the truck to the kitchen (I have an exceptionally evil driveway that is pitched just perfect for sledding … not so much for hefting groceries). One would think that all their packaging rules would remain the same across the board, yes? Apparently not. If you visit the website for this service and you want to order bananas, you have to specify exactly how many bananas you want. If you type 1 (one), as in ONE bunch … you do not receive ONE bunch. You receive ONE banana. I learned this the hard way. OK, so after a trial and error, one would assume that ALL of their “loose grocery” are packaged thusly … if you want ONE of something, you type ONE. I wanted bagels. I’ve had a taste for them for about a week and decided to get some on my next order. Remember, their “loose grocery” is one for one according to my experience. I want a dozen bagels … so I typed in “12″ and went along my merry way. Then I remembered that havoc doesn’t like cinnamon raisin bagels (she’s odd, I know) … so I decide to get her a half dozen plain bagels. So I entered “6″ and continued along, finally setting my groceries to be delivered the next day, while I was sleeping. (Another reason I get them delivered … I can sleep through the experience). So I woke up the next morning, came up the stairs and was greeted with a rather interesting sight.

Now, there are those of us out there who automatically see the “sex” in everything … we are prone to pointing out the obvious phallic symbols in most advertisements, joking about “dirty talk” references in every day conversation. Some might argue that we go out of our way to find such symbolism in the every day. Some might even argue that our sexuality is evident in our shopping habits … for example, an Alpha Female lesbian might be inclined to subconsciously order bagels because they are reminiscent of a woman’s pussy. Warm, soft and tight in the middle … Much in the same way a true faggot might decide to suddenly order creme horns so he can get in some cocksucking lessons? Of course, I would say this is absolute nonsense …

Because then I would have to admit that I’d actually ordered 72 bagels and they were sitting on my kitchen counter with a VERY confused submissive looking at me as though I’d lost my mind. Which I haven’t … I just REALLY like bagels … you believe me … don’t you?

So, to recap … The grocery delivery company caused me to pervert my breakfast choice and, I figure by the end of next week, I’ll never want to see another bagel again … I just hope this doesn’t change my sexuality … I really don’t like creme horns that much!

For an erotic phone session with Empress Ryan, call 800-601-6975
Must be 18+
Calls are $2.50 per minute,. with a 10 minute minimum
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