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CFNM Fantasies: You can’t leave your hat on!

Mistress Ryan — Mon, 11 Jul 2011 12:00:37 +0000

I want you to think for a minute. Think about one of the most humiliating experiences of your life. Not one of your erotic humiliation fantasies, but something that’s actually happened to you. I’ll give you a moment. I want you to really think hard about this and come up with a genuine answer, all right?

Now then, have you thought of something? Good.

Think about that incredibly humiliating experience. It doesn’t matter if you were turned on or not. It might actually be better if you weren’t, so you can remember what happened with a clearer head.

What happened? What was it that humiliated you so much? Regardless of what the actual circumstances were, I bet I can guess what the outcome was. You felt vulnerable, didn’t you? Vulnerable and inadequate, lacking in something that would make the humiliation stop?

I suspected as much.

You see, this is exactly how CFNM humiliation works. It strips you of your defenses (in this case, your clothing) and exposes you for the whole world (or at least everyone in sight range, which, at the time most likely feels like the whole world) to see. It makes you vulnerable and acutely aware of your failings, i.e., your small cock. It exposes your inadequacies, and because of those inadequacies, you’re powerless to make the humiliation stop.

It’s a form of small penis humiliation that I don’t have to inflict upon you. When you remove your clothes for me, you inflict it upon yourself.

And that makes it even worse, doesn’t it? Knowing that you willing placed yourself in a position where you would feel inadequate, lesser than, makes you feel the humiliation that much more deeply. You need this so badly, and that, too, is cause for even more humiliation.

Oh, that delicious vicious cycle!

Come on and expose yourself to me in every possible way. I’ll show you what it means to be naked, not just physically, but emotionally and psychologically as well. Reach for the phone. Make that step. Humiliation phone sex has never been like this for you before. Don’t keep Mistress Ryan waiting, pet.

Man Vs Plastic: The SPH Debate

Mistress Ryan — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 18:27:49 +0000

Hello my tiny dicked friends!

Have you compared that tiny penis to something lately? I know its fun to compare it to a pencil or a ruler or any of those other things that bring on that humiliated feeling. But have you compared your cock to a dildo?

I mean, that’s what’s really emasculating. There’s nothing like realizing you have a small dick when in comparison to a store bought toy. I want you to buy a nice dildo and hold it in your hand. Measure it up against your dick and see the difference.

Your cock is very tiny isn’t it?

I mean, the average sized dildo is what a girl likes in her pussy and yours doesn’t even compare. Not even close! No wonder no one wants to fuck you. Do you feel humiliated knowing that most girls would rather screw that dildo then you? I’m sure you do. I’m sure you’ve experienced humiliated sex several times in your life.

Wrap one hand around that dildo and the other around your cock. It’s not even about the length is it? You aren’t very thick either. There’s really not much you can do with that cock. Have you ever had a girl suck you off? I can imagine that it barely went in their mouth. No gagging required there. Too bad girls love having their mouths filled with thick cocks. Just another way you aren’t going to measure up.

That plastic toy in your hand is more dick than you will ever be. But it doesn’t matter does it? Because penis humiliation turns you on. I’m sure you are furiously stroking as you think about all the ways you are inferior to this toy.

Because you are inferior. Even being turned on by small penis phone sex proves that you are inferior.

So tell me, what skills do you have? Or are you just a tiny dicked man who spends his days alone jerking off in a corner and wishing for a bigger dick? Can you eat pussy? We will see.

In the meantime, put that dildo in your mouth and see how it feels. That’s what all the girls want. Not you.

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Humiliation Phone Sex

Mistress Ryan — Sat, 09 Oct 2010 12:00:30 +0000

Hello there, subs, pets, slaves, and humiliation sluts. I figured the latter group of you would appreciate the shout-out. It also serves as a good segue into the meat of this blog post, which, as you’ve probably already discerned, is about humiliation in its various forms.

Why does humiliation excite you?

Humiliation is quite the interesting thing if you think about it. I often wonder what it is that drives those of you who are into humiliation to get off on something that would make most people wish they were dead. Usually, during the course of the conversation with someone into femdom humiliation, I can dig up the answer to that question to satisfy my curiosity. And, of course, to use it against him later.

Because the word “humiliation” is so broad, a myriad of things fall under the humiliation umbrella. A little “Ha-ha, you have such a tiny cock” will suffice for many of you. And while I’m not averse to small penis humiliation at all, I must admit that I do prefer a more sophisticated humiliation experience for my submissive boys. A mere child can simply point at your cock and laugh. It takes a much more creative Mistress to hang you out to dry in the ways that I and many of my sluts prefer.

Intellectual Humiliation

Personally, I like things like intense verbal teasing, cuckolding, objectification, micro-management, and, of course, chastity. A submissive boy like yourself can hardly be expected to be intelligent enough and decisive enough to know what to do and when to do it at all times, so you require some direction from your Mistress. I also enjoy incorporating embarrassing little rituals into your everyday life to demonstrate your submission to me.

There is also quite a bit to be said about public humiliation. While I am a firm believer in the idea that there’s a time and place for everything, there are also plenty of ways to publicly humiliate you little sluts that do not nonconsensually subject random people to your kink. Fetish clubs, for instance, or invitational play parties.

To be honest, in order for you to fully understand this sophisticated humiliation of which I speak, you’ll have to give me a call. You should probably give me as much information as possible about your interests and limits up front, though, lest my rather cruel mind come up with something that my damage your frail little psyche.

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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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Losers Rejoice: SPH Sufferers have a new SpokesPenis

Mistress Ryan — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 06:40:52 +0000

This special bulletin is being brought to you, courtesy of insomnia and a mis-press of my fingers on the television remote.

Just a few moments ago, I was preparing to turn in for the evening and was flipping stations to the Food Network.� You know how sometimes you’re so used to pressing certain buttons on the remote that you don’t bother looking, you just press the buttons?� And sometimes it works, but most of the time you wind up missing the channel by a few digits and you have to re-press?� Well, tonight it happened that I mis-dialed the remote and wound up catching the jewel of a lifetime.

Did you know that THE Head Coach for THE Dallas Cowboys (America’s Team of the 90s for some bizarre reason that continues to elude me) is now the spokespenis person for male enhancement?� That’s right … Jimmy Johnson is “going long” for the same product once endorsed by such stellar celebri-peen as the Hedgehog of Love, Ron Jeremy.� I sat here, staring at my television screen … dumbstruck with horrified delight.� This is the man I listen to on Sunday afternoons to guide me through the touchdowns and booth reviews of the gridiron … now convincing his armchair quarterbacks that they don’t have to “compensate” by bulking up and buying that sports car … no, now he can just take a little pill and he can nail the head cheerleader.

I do believe this represents the end of ol Jimmy’s credibility … Unless NFL now stands for “Never Fucking Laid”?

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Small Flake Humiliation anyone?

Mistress Ryan — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 03:36:35 +0000

Living in New England has afforded me the opportunity to become intimately familiar with some pretty outstanding weather-related phenomena.� I was around for the Blizzard of ’78 (please reference my post about the humiliating disappointment that was our last Nor’Easter), the letdown that was “Hurricane Gloria” and the sadly accurate No Name Storm, which took the lives of some of Gloucester’s finest fishermen (The Perfect Storm was the movie adaptation … I still can’t watch it without bursting into tears).� One would think, after all this time, that I wouldn’t be surprised by something the weather does around here.� And yet, one would be incorrect.

I awoke yesterday morning to a dusting of snow that just looked so pretty I couldn’t resist snapping a picture of it from my office window.� So typical of classic New England charm, this is what my neighborhood looks like when the tiny flakes of snow all come together to blanket our homes and gardens.� Which, of course, begs the question … if tiny flakes look this good all bundled together, what about small penises?� If we gather all the small penis losers together, do they come together to make one beautiful cock?� Or would we just be standing around, laughing at a bunch of little dick morons?� (I really hate to think of the mental image that just cropped up into my head, thinking of a bunch of lily-white men with unfortunate blessings standing around naked in a room, trying to make one good looking dick).� Carrying the theme, if we put all the cuckolds together in one bundle, would they measure up to a bull’s girth or would they continue to fail to satisfy anyone with their ability and aptitude?� The questions are almost too much to ponder in one evening.

So instead, I shall look out the window at the evening stars as they glisten and glimmer in the snow blanketing my neighborhood and have a cup of fresh coffee, preparing to spend the evening doing things that would make even the dirtiest of snow appear pure.

Ciao,

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The Pussy’s In The Bag …

Mistress Ryan — Thu, 24 Dec 2009 08:50:50 +0000

That is the picture of my cat, Aqua … she’s sitting in a plastic shopping bag from the mall as though she were a gift for Christmas.� Which we all know is a lie because she’s an unholy terror when she wants to be.� I apologize for the quality of the photo but apparently I haven’t quite gotten the knack for my new phone’s camera.� It is, however, a far cry better than I would have done with my old phone … and I want to thank a very special M for gifting me with a new cell phone.� Of course, I do realize that this gift was entirely self-serving … now I can sign into Yahoo Messenger even when I’m away from my computer (yes, I do occasionally walk away from it) or I can be reached via text message when he’s wanting some erotic phone attention.� I’ve now joined the CrackBerry revolution … well not all the way … I didn’t get an actual BlackBerry, but I did get a Samsung a177 which has some rather interesting features that I’ll be taking advantage of.� Such as Yahoo Messenger for my phone … so now, if I’m away from the keyboard, you can still reach me.� If I’m curled up in bed, perhaps you will be lucky enough to catch me while I’m still cuddled under the nice, warm blankets … wouldn’t that be a treat for you?� To talk while we’re in bed together?� Naughty boy, I know where your thoughts are going …

So, what sorts of things have you asked the Jolly Fat Man for this year?� Did those of you with the humiliated penis syndrome wish for a real cock to be stuffed into your stocking this year?� Or was it the faggots that asked for a good stuffing?� I can never keep up …I know all the femmes asked for sissy panties and makeup … Personally, I told the Ho Ho Maker that I wanted a new purse for Christmas … I’ve been in a mood for a big catchall bag that I can put my strapons AND my cell phone into.� And we all know how big MY strapons are …

Here’s hoping that each of you gets exactly what you want for Christmas … and that all of your gifts are under my tree, just waiting to be opened tomorrow morning

Merry Christmas darlings

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10 Inches of White … (it’s cumming)

Mistress Ryan — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 04:24:21 +0000

I had an interesting thought this evening as I watched the news … Massachusetts is on tap to get our first official Nor’Easter of the Winter of 09.� The weathermen are as giddy as a cocksucker at a strapon convention, as though they finally have some sense of purpose instead of predicting foul weather in other parts of the country.� Watching everyone get all excited for something big and white reminded me of a curious sort of cuckold situation that had been bothering me of late.

Well no … perhaps I should explain a bit more clearly.� I wondered if there is such a thing as a reverse cuckold?� Statistically speaking, there has to be someone out there … a black man, with a skinny black dick that no woman in the world would want to suffer through … perhaps even smaller than the white man she left at home to FIND a big, black cock.� How humiliating is it to know that the myth of being a Black Man can be so irrevocably … hysterically … WRONG?� I can almost see the expression on the woman’s face when she triumphantly brings her Bull home to her sissified husband, only to find what’s hanging between his legs is even smaller and more pathetic than the volcanic pimple in her husband’s panties.� Either of them would be lucky to escape with just a thorough tongue thrashing … How would this little black pecker manage to find his Nubian Goddess?� To satisfy her the way a woman of her stature and position deserves?� Is there such a thing as the WWC?� A Wide White Cock that is designed just for the women who find themselves at the mercy of some cruel twist of fate that left their big, black bull more like a limp piece of licorice?

Personally I’ve never had to deal with anything like that situation … all of my big, black bulls have come into my bed with more than enough to satisfy me … and I’ve never had to seek out the mythical WWC.

So think of me, darlings … while I’m getting pounded by the powder this weekend instead of the black cock I deserve!

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