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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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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.

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Humiliated Loser helps Mistress lose her cherry!

Mistress Ryan — Wed, 09 Jun 2010 03:25:25 +0000

Now there’s something you don’t imagine you’ll see every day. Especially not from a MILF Mistress such as myself … I mean, it stands to reason that I’ve lost my cherry long before today, doesn’t it? However, it’s true .. this evening I got a phone call from a humiliated loser and he helped me to pop my long held cherry. However, WHICH cherry he helped to pop is the real question here, isn’t it?

By now it’s old news that we have a guy doing phone sex and that he’s quite the catch … but for some reason, in all the time he’s been with us I’ve never actually gotten to get him on the phone with me! Our schedules are off, or the universe never aligned properly to allow us to get together and share a dirty phone sex call together (or perhaps the Powers that Be just understood whoever wound up on the phone with us probably wouldn’t survive). Either way, we’ve chatted as friends but never got together on the phone … which leads us to this evening … and a loser named F. He’s a little humiliation whore who has a full time Mistress that he sees in person about once per week. She thoroughly enjoys showing her little freak off to anyone and everyone, always making sure to put him in one humiliating circumstance or another. One memorable evening, she sent him home from her house wearing a trashbag for panties!

Now, I’ve spoken with F before … always enjoying hearing about his forced feminization humiliations and sharing him with other Mistresses but this evening, I was in for a special treat. F chose to bring Sir Mathew into our conversation for the first time and my Man-cherry got popped! Sir Mathew’s smooth baritone voice was luscious as he laughed at F with me, hearing all about his Mistress using him to please her other slaves and showing off his sexy little PVC maid’s uniform. And, while hiding in his little closet with a well spanked bottom, he was so very entertaining that I am looking forward to our next session together … perhaps he’ll help me to host Sir Mathew again!

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Phone Sex Advice

Mistress Ryan — Sat, 29 May 2010 03:09:17 +0000

The other day, someone mentioned to me that I remind them of Lucy. It took me a few minutes before I finally had to ask .. “Lucy WHO?” (As some of you know, I am somewhat red-headed and was hoping they didn’t mean Lucille Ball). Thankfully, he didn’t.

“You know … Lucy from the Peanuts comic strip. The one who tormented Charlie Brown and had the little stand that said ‘Psychiatric Help 5¢’ and used to hold the football.”

“OK. I know who you are talking about, but what on earth makes you say that I remind you of her? I’ve not done anything lately to shatter your self-image, nor to humiliate you for your shortcomings.”

At this point, he rolled his eyes at me and grinned. “No Ma’am, but you DO go out of your way to provide advice and guidance to those who are looking to expand upon their sexual knowledge. So really … you’re like Lucy in Leather.” (his grin is adorable, with 2 little dimples in his cheeks … and really, that is what saved him at this point in the conversation)

“Lucy in leather, huh? Does this mean Charlie Brown is my bitch? … and is Stewie the football headed baby our bastard love child?”

The conversation denigrated from there but now that I sit back and think about it … I suppose I am a bit like her. A great majority of my day is spent advising and dispensing knowledge to those who are looking to find something new about their sexual fetishes or discover a new kink. I enjoy talking to men who get on cam and show off how to masturbate, perhaps telling them about a new technique they haven’t tried before. It excites me to speak with a pathetic cuckold who’s wife is just now out satisfying her urge for huge cock, while he sits at home washing her lingerie. Of course, having him hand wash her pretty panties while my strapon is buried inside his hole just makes it so much more arousing for me.

So I guess I am a bit like Lucy in Leather. I’m willing to share my knowledge, dispense my advice and every once in a while … watch you fall flat on your ass when I move the football.

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Something Silky and Spicy

Mistress Ryan — Tue, 11 May 2010 02:06:47 +0000

How many of you remember the song “Black Coffee In Bed” by The Squeeze? It was wonderfully cheesy in a 1982 kind of way, and it’s absolutely the theme of my week. First I received an absolutely wonderful surprise in the form of some ultra yummy coffee from my Saint. I haven’t yet had the chance to try the local brew that you sent but the Gevalia and the Jamaican Blue were divine! I don’t know if it’s a good thing, or a bad thing that my new Keurig makes my coffee brewing even easier (read: increased frequency) but you’ll never get me to switch back to “regular” coffeemakers again. Coffee in less than a minute … Life is good.

However, this was not the only highlight of my week. Most of you are aware that I have a little bit of a bedsheet fetish … I just love the feeling of fresh, silky sheets against my long, sexy legs. I indulge my little luxuries as much as possible and this week, I had the most decadent surprise show up. Decadent and lush, a beautiful set of seaglass green satin striped sheets that feel so crisp and beautiful, it’s like being wrapped inside a spring day. There’s nothing quite like the smell of fresh sheets, or the feeling of sliding between them for the first time (for the pathetic losers out there who’ve never had sex, you can’t know the glory of slipping inside a pussy for the first time but I can tell you, it’s pretty damn close to perfection). I had the sheets stretched out on the mattress and rolled around on them for a few minutes, enjoying the feel. Thank you, A darling … too bad you aren’t man enough to enjoy those sheets with me.

Finally, I went out last weekend around the city of Salem and I stumbled into a wonderful little shoppe, called Aroma Sanctum. Customized aroma creation for perfumes, body lotions and room fresheners … made with essential oils. I had them create a shea butter body creme for me that has black leather, tahitian vanilla and indian sandalwood. It smells spicy, sexy and smoky … delicious enough to make your cock weep as you massage every inch of my body with it. Or perhaps I’ll allow you to use some of my body lotion to stroke your cock … so IT will smell like ME!

As always, 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!

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I am Mistress

Mistress Ryan — Tue, 02 Mar 2010 18:44:10 +0000

What is a woman? What makes her into the being you see before you whenever you happen to glance our way? Is it simply a case of genetics … one chromosome vs another in the makeup of our being, or do you think there is something more to it? Some mystical essence that defines our femininity? And what is it about some women that makes them dominant? What intangible makes a woman into the Alpha Female?

Taking it one step further, what about some women causes them to become ultra sensual whereas others become more harsh? If one does take the extreme, is it possible to flip back and forth between the two? To be both sides of the coin?

Of course it is! Women are a study in duality … compassionate and indifferent at the same time … light and dark wrapped inside the same physical presence. A woman who nurtures is the same woman who will cut you with her tongue, humiliating you for failing to live up to the simplest of tasks. A Mistress who would cradle you in her arms is the same who will laugh with cruel delight as you strain to obey her command and ruin your orgasm. It’s what draws a man to her … the need to be punished and rewarded in the same place.

Some might argue that punishment isn’t their “thing” … other would claim they do as they are told without the need for reward (good boys always earn rewards … like free adult audios). The truth of the matter is that a woman represents both extremes, whether she be soft or cruel … sweet or nasty. Elegant and edgy … that’s what you need from a woman like myself.

Lucky for you … I know what you need.

The Softer Side of Mean

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