In my dream, I had a sexy submissive man tied, spread-eagle across my bed.  His feet and hands were tied up [...]]]> Cock Control Dreams

I had a great dream about cock control last night that I want to tell all of you about.  I have a funny feeling that you’ll love it as much as I did.

In my dream, I had a sexy submissive man tied, spread-eagle across my bed.  His feet and hands were tied up using my favourite leather restraints and the look on his face was that arousing mixture of anticipation and trepidation … he was quite vulnerable, which of course had me tingling with excitement!  I just couldn’t resist tormenting him a bit, to see how much he could take.

The Torment Begins …

I climbed in bed with him and sat down between his widely-spread legs.  His cock, already hard and throbbing before I’d ever touched him, jumped when I wrapped my well lubricated hand around it.  My strokes started off oh-so-slowly … almost agonizing as I pumped up and down.  He squirmed and bucked his hips … he was hoping to get me to stroke him faster and harder to push him toward orgasm.  But I didn’t.  I kept up that gentle, torturously slow pace and leaned forward to lick, suck, and otherwise tease his nipples.  His gasps of pleasure as I teased his body were delicious … even when he started begging, I just kept up the tease!

When you find yourself at the edge …

And then I did with this boy exactly what I do with my callers:  cock control and lots of it.  I’d tease him until he was at the very edge, about to cum all over himself, and then stop.  He made the most frustrated sounds, and it was music to my ears!  And you know what … I did it over and over and over.  His agony and frustration increased exponentially each time I did it, and all I could do was smile.  His body was trembling with every stroke closer to the edge and his eyes pleaded with me to allow him release …

I woke up before I either allowed him to cum or untied him and sent him home with strict orders not to masturbate, so it’s up to you to decide how it ends.  Of course, when you call me, it’ll be up to me to decide.  I’m currently fantasizing about ruined orgasms, so perhaps I’ll tie you down to the bed and tease you like I teased the dream boy.  Edge you so close to where you feel your whole body tense with the impending orgasm … and then stop.  You’ll still cum, don’t you worry about that.  But without the stimulation of my hand, it’ll be completely unsatisfying when you shoot your load up into the air.

Poor you.

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Basically, what happens is you get a group of people together with some sort [...]]]> If you’ve been to college–and, most likely, even if you haven’t–you’ve played (or at least heard of) the “Never Have I Ever” drinking game.  Just in case you somehow managed to miss this game of youthful exuberance, I’ll explain it to you.

Basically, what happens is you get a group of people together with some sort of alcoholic beverage.  Each person takes a turn saying an “I’ve never” statement.  This might be something as tame as “I’ve never ridden in an airplane” or as naughty as “I’ve never had sex with a tranny.”  Any of the other people in the group who actually have done what the speaker says he or she hasn’t done must take a shot.  Play continues around the circle, with each player trying to think of things (usually embarrassing ones) that the other players have done that he or she has not.  The game ends when everyone is very drunk, or at a set number of shots, but that’s not quite as fun.

Now, I’m not just telling you about this game for your own edification.  I’ve been thinking that with a little tweaking, it would make an amazing tease and denial game.

I would love to get a group of my submissive boys together to play this.  Only there wouldn’t be any alcohol involved.  Also, I would be the only person issuing the embarrassing “I’ve never” statements.  Each time you’ve done the thing I mention, you’d have to remove an article of clothing.  “I’ve never eaten my Mistress’s creampie” would probably be a nice way to start, since most of you have done that before!

Once you’re all naked, which certainly won’t take long, the next thing I’ll have you do is jerk off for a set amount of time.  I might say, “I’ve never dressed in panties for Mistress’s pleasure,” and all of you who have done it have to masturbate for 30 seconds.  Of course, at this point, I’ll be choosing things that I know all of you have done.

That’s when it turns into a humiliating tease and denial game, where I force you to masturbate in front of other men and don’t give you permission to cum.  The first one to cum is punished severely, as is each other boy who comes after him.  The winner is the one who manages not to cum…the one with the bluest balls!

Sounds pretty ingenious to me.

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Shallow women will tell you that they’re ugly or that they all look the same, but I don’t think anything could be farther from the truth.  Cocks are just as unique as their owners.  Or, in the case of some, as the body they’re attached to.  I own quite [...]]]> I find cocks to be utterly fascinating.

Shallow women will tell you that they’re ugly or that they all look the same, but I don’t think anything could be farther from the truth.  Cocks are just as unique as their owners.  Or, in the case of some, as the body they’re attached to.  I own quite a few cocks, and each of them is not just like me!

For guided masturbation purposes, it doesn’t even matter if your cock is small or large, straight or curved, thick or thin, black or white.  There are only two things that matter:  your ability to follow orders and the way your hand feels wrapped around your cock.

I don’t have a script or a road map that I follow when I lead a directed masturbation call.  You see, because every man and every cock are different, it stands to reason that every sensation feels different, too, yes?  So what I like to do is to explore with you the different sensations that we can create and see which ones get the reactions I desire.

Slow and sensual is my usual style, but I do have the occasional man who likes his jerk-off time to be a little rougher.  Handling the delicate bits more roughly than usual can be awfully fun for me.

Another important aspect in guided masturbation phone sex is timing.  The timing involved can either make or break your experience.  That’s why when I give you an order, I expect you to comply with it immediately.  You have to stroke your cock exactly as I tell you to with the exact speed I demand.  You must start stroking when I instruct you to, and you must stop when I say so.
It sounds so easy, but it can be rather difficult.  It all goes back to having trust in your phone sex Mistress.  You do trust that I will give you the best experience possible, so long as you obey me, don’t you?

Only my very good boys get to try out Mistress Ryan’s extremely enjoyable version of guided masturbation.  Call me and see if you can be one of the lucky ones.

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Are you fidgety?  Do you tug on your earlobe when nervous?  Reach [...]]]> 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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The basics of cock control are quite [...]]]> 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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“You know … Lucy from the Peanuts comic [...]]]> 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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All of the above are signs that we take for granted.  They are designed to warn us when we find ourselves in situations that are “dangerous”.  Situations which could cause permanent damage or even temporary pain.  These signs surround us everywhere we look … [...]]]> “Caution: HOT” “Be careful, that will hurt you!” “Warning: Dangerous Curves Ahead”

All of the above are signs that we take for granted.  They are designed to warn us when we find ourselves in situations that are “dangerous”.  Situations which could cause permanent damage or even temporary pain.  These signs surround us everywhere we look … except where you probably need them the most.

Occasionally men forget exactly who the predators are in the species.  I think some men have become complacent and they forget that a woman is the most dangerous creature of all … Now, I’m not talking about physically dangerous (although there are some Femdoms out there who would argue the point and could possibly represent a physical threat … I’m not one of those women so I’m trying to keep this from a personal experience) but in every other way.

Physically, we can be dangerous with our bodies … teasing and tormenting you with hints of flesh, peeked at from between the hem of a shirt and the waist of a good pair of jeans.  The curvaceous swell of a fully defined feminine form has been known to bring many a man (and a sissy!) to their knees, for the want of just being able to worship her body.

Sexually we are dangerous because we’ve taken the time to study you … to learn about what makes your body jump and twitch.  A woman who knows her man can tease him to tears and giggle as he begs for release … purring in his ear of how good it “could have been”.

Mentally … well that one is hard to define, isn’t it?  I certainly don’t want to give the impression that women are smarter than men because that’s simply not the case.  But men are typically very logical in their thought process … whereas women are more creative … and we can use that creativity against you in a variety of ways.  Certainly you’ve been on the receiving end of a woman’s ingenious inspiration to tie your arms above your head and use her mouth to lick a stream of honey from your sternum to the edge of your hip?  Lapping over and over again, like a kitten with a bowl of milk until your hips jerk up of their own accord?

And yet, women don’t come with a warning sign … perhaps we should?