So I’ve made an observation of late.  As my birthday approaches (March 22 darlings … what did you get me?)  and I can now officially call myself a MILF in addition to being a Mistress (not to be confused with the MILF Mistress) I find that some of my callers seem to be younger and less sure of themselves. Some are first time callers to me and others are just first time phone sex callers.  I love being the first Mistress they speak with … being that woman who guides them into their perversion with a gentle, yet firm hand.  Some require more assistance than others … they know what they want but don’t know how to vocalize it.  So, for those of you looking to take that plunge for the first time … (or even those of you who’ve been around the block a few times and just need a little refresher) I thought I could provide you with a little bit of a Primer Guide … You know, something to nudge you in the right direction so you get the very best possible experience while on the phone with the Mistress you decide to do a call with.

The first topic I thought we’d begin with is guided masturbation.  For most guys, this is pretty self explanatory at it’s face.  You’re masturbating and someone is telling you “how” to do it, right?  This is like the missionary position in sex … Everyone knows how to do it but not everyone knows the subtle differences that stem from it.  For instance, you start off wanting a guided masturbation call and perhaps the Mistress teases you a little more … let’s you jack off using different strokes, speeds and techniques but when the big moment arrives, she stops you.  Perhaps she does this a few times, taking you to the “edge” and then pulling back without letting you cum?  Tease and denial is a subtle game that spices up just a straight guided masturbation call for both parties.  And there are even variations to these games as well!

Sweet and Sensual or Cruel and Vicious, I can give you what you need … I am the Softer Side of Mean

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You’ve all done it, I know you have. You’re at the club, hanging out with the guys and having a few drinks after work when your eyes start to wander. Bodies all pressed together, with the pulsing throb of music in the background, it’s normal to watch people isn’t it? First you check out a few chicks … after all, who doesn’t appreciate a beautiful woman, dressed up to show off her smoking hot body even with her boyfriend right behind her? You watch the way her body wraps itself around his … the way her fingers lace together on his hips as he grinds against her. You catch yourself fidgeting in your seat as you watch them practically fucking on the dance floor. Her eyes catch yours and she smiles … putting a little extra bump in her grind.

Her body is magnificent in a shiny little pink dress that barely hugs her chest and tucks in against her waspish waist. Long legs twine themselves around his jean covered ones as they dance … they look almost perfect together. You can see the shimmer on her arms as she runs her fingers down his powerful, well muscled arms. The way his chest expands when he inhales the perfume she’s wearing causes your heart to flutter in your chest and you can’t help but admire the way he moves every time those strong hips of his thrust … and that’s when you realize your eyes are glued to him and you’ve forgotten about the woman he’s riding up against. Your cock hardens in your pants as you watch him and you lick your lips, thinking about what it would be like to feel him rubbing up against you that way. The pounding beat of bass in the background only provides a rhythm that you can imagine setting as you taste the sweaty muscles at the side of his neck as he drills you against the wall while she watches you lose your faggot cherry.

Shock registers as your mind draws up the image of you screaming against his neck as he penetrates you. You’re STRAIGHT, for fuck’s sake … guys don’t think about things like that! Real men don’t wonder what it would be like to be the bisexual bitch to a real stud! You try to focus on the woman again … to imagine what it would be like to push HER up against the wall and fucking her mindlessly but all your brain will show you are the images of his cock pushing between your lips as she holds your head down between his thighs. You tremble as you sit there with your friends, trying to play off being a real guy … pretending to be turned on by every chick who walks past. Another beer and you find the courage to turn around … to watch them as they dance together again, this time staring right at you as his hands clench her hips and he pulls her backwards … over and over again.

When they leave the dancefloor, walking right past you and he brushes his hard cock against your thigh … you can’t help it … you make your excuses to your friends and you follow …

I’ll give you what you need … the Softer side of Mean

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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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I am not, by my nature, a patient woman.  One might even say I’m somewhat impatient about certain things because I believe in instant gratification.  Most of the time, this doesn’t work in my favor and I find myself paying $300 more for a ticket than the person sitting next to me on the plane (havoc is constantly telling me to shop around … I guess I’m just no good at bargain hunting).  I have been known to go shopping and come back with bags full of what could have been on sale tomorrow, had I waited … but again, I’m not good at waiting around.   I know that most of you are like me, when it comes to certain things.  You see what you want and you go for it … regardless of what it may be.  Whether it be golf clubs or phone sex, you don’t want to have to wait in line … and now, at least as far as your phones are concerned … you don’t have to wait any more.

Click on my picture, just there on the right and you’ll be taken to my cock control page that you can now satisfy that urge to talk to me, almost instantaneously.  It’s called “Click to Call” and here’s how it works.  Instead of calling me through the dispatcher (which is still an option for those of you who prefer a human’s touch), you can click a link, enter all your information yourself, bypass the dispatcher entirely and be connected directly to me … without the hassle of waiting for a middle-woman.

How Our Click To Call Billing Process Works

If you select “Unlimited”, your card will be authorized for a 30 minute call. However, you will only be charged for the exact time you spent on the phone. The Unlimited option is offered so that you do not need to interrupt your call if you decide to purchase more time. This will be done for you, with no interruption in your call.

If you select a timed call, you will only be billed for the time spent on the phone. For instance, if you select a 20 minute call, but only talk for 10 minutes, you will only be billed for 10 minutes.

Typically, it takes 2 to 3 business days for the exact amount of your call to settle on your billing statement. Before the settlement, the amount reflected on your billing statement is an authorization, and does not necessarily reflect the final amount of your call. For questions about billing, or other customer service needs, feel free to call us at  800-356-6169 .

So test it out … see how it feels to be control … at least for a little while …

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It’s been a while since my novice cocksucker had any lessons, hasn’t it?  I thought the same thing when he called me this evening, sounding so sure of himself.  Gone was the nervous flutter in his voice, replaced by the assured-ness that can only come from a man whose learned what it’s like to suck a real dick.  I almost choked up with pride (oh come on now, darlings … I’m a Mistress, not a Nun … I’ve never choked a day in my life) when I inquired as to how he’s been and what he’s been up to.

“Mistress Ryan, I’m so happy to tell you that I finally did it!  I managed to get my mouth on a real cock and suck off a man!”, he sounded as gleeful as a schoolgirl with her first crush.  I could almost see him dancing in place and squeeing.  I inquired as to how it came about and he told me, in graphic detail, all about Carl.

“Well, Carl is a friend of a friend of mine and we’ve hung out a few times.  He’s always been sort of flirty with me but nothing too bold … Now I know he’s bi and it makes more sense but, at the time I didn’t know what to make of his actions.  Well, anyway, we were all hanging out the night of the Superbowl and we’d had a few drinks … Carl was at the house along with 3 or 4 other guys and we watched the game …”, it was here that we took a little sidebar off into our feelings about the Chastity Bowl, which I will spare you the details of.  Suffice to say, we didn’t have the same experiences and I accept that he’s wrong.  Peyton Manning is the devil, dammit!  … Back to the story …

“After the game, everyone was pretty laid back and just wanted to get home so we sort of broke it all up.  Everyone was packing up and heading out and I didn’t realize it until everyone had left and it was just Carl and I in the house.  Like I said, I’d had a few drinks and was feeling a little … brave.  So when he made some comment about sucking, I couldn’t help it Mistress.  I blurted out, before I could stop myself, something like ‘I know how to suck in a good way’.  Mistress, I was so EMBARRASSED!  Carl just looked at me for a second, like he was trying to register what I’d said and then he came over and stood in front of me.  He put his hand on my shoulder and didn’t even say anything … just started pushing, forcing me down to my knees.

“He smiled at me when I went down and let his hand fall off my shoulder when I was kneeling in front of him.  Mistress, even through his jeans I could tell he was big … I mean, I’d been practicing with the dildos just like you taught me but I didn’t think I’d had anything this big before.  And when the time came for me to actually unzip his pants and take his cock out … Mistress, I couldn’t barely wrap my hand around it … I was so scared, I swallowed hard .. and Carl laughed, saying “The swallowing mostly comes AFTER the cock is in your mouth, bitchboy.”

During the entire conversation, I could hear my little faggot wanne be stroking his dick … and I knew reliving the moments before his deflowering were exciting him, so I stopped him and had him fetch his dildo and some lube.  Once he came back, and he lubed up his dildo so everything was slick … I had him tell me all about taking Carl in his mouth, while I took his ass …

It’s good to be the Queen

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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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It’s a valid question, I think … and quite simple to answer if you put your mind to it. Are you the big, burly Alpha Male who rules with an iron fist or the soft spoken, sissified wimp who cowers to his Alpha Female at every opportunity?  Both men have their place … and their uses in the world.  Even a Mistress such as myself can find pleasure in being with an Alpha Male … the mental Olympics that 2 Alphas can put each other through is almost as good as attaining the head-space of a good scene.  However, I’m sure you’re asking yourself what on earth would bring this to mind.  Why would I be asking now what kind of  a man you are?

Today, I went to see “The Wolfman” starring Benicio del Toro and Emily Blunt.  The movie itself is ultimately forgettable, with jerky storyline jumps and under-developed characters, but it does have a few moments which reach out and scare the death out of you in pure shock value.  Unfortunately, as much as it pains me to say this, I fear Sir Anthony Hopkins has passed his prime and has become much like an old, broken down shell of his former self.  His screen presence does nothing for any of the scenes he’s presented in and the half-hearted delivery of his lines is awkward at best.  It was his casting in the movie which caused me to ponder the types of men in the world … and to ask where you fall in the schematic.  I’ve decided, after much thinking, there are 4 types of men:

1. The Alpha Male – Strong, self-assured and bold, this is the kind of man who expects obedience from everyone around him.  Business or personal don’t factor into how he responds or reacts to the people in his life, it’s very cut and dry.  In terms of kink, men who fall into this category are sometimes sexual exhibitionists and love the idea of someone watching them stroke on cam.
2. The Once Powerful Male – An aging version of the Alpha Male, he still maintains his power but has relinquished some of the status afforded a man who has “Succeeded”.  His once fierce personality is tempered by the wisdom of age but he’s still got the bite of a lion when provoked.
3. The Pleaser  – He wants to make everyone around him happy.  He’ll do whatever is necessary in order to make sure those around him are impressed by his talents and praise him for them.  Cuckolds generally fall into this category, knowing their own inability to perform must be compensated for in some way.
4. The Wimp – This is the lowest man on the totem pole.  A true slave to those above him, his existence is validated through the approval of his Mistress.  He is forgettable and is terrified to realize it, but will readily do whatever he is instructed in order to “prove” himself.

So which are you?  Where do you fall in the grand layout of men and women?  I’d be interested to find out where everyone considers themselves.

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I spent a good majority of Monday at the grocery store. I wanted to pick up “a few things” for the “Huge NorEaster Headed Our Way“.  I took a look over at the French Toast Alert System and saw that we were encroaching on a full “Elevated” status so decided to make a quick trip down and get the basics.  I picked up 3 gallons of bottled water, a gallon of milk, 6 quarts of half & half (for my coffee), 4 loaves of bread plus some powdered milk and a few other things.  I snagged a few boxes of cereal and some granola.  Came home, checked on my levels of driveway salt, the toboggan I use to get down the driveway and the sprayer for distributing rock salt after a good shoveling.  I was happy, settled in and enjoyed my afternoon … “prepared”, as any good New Englander should be.

Yesterday morning was crazy busy with getting everything ready to go on a day trip down to our offices in Massachusetts.  Taking the Commuter Rail is so much easier than driving into the city and I know I saved time (parking is a bitch in Boston on a normal day, let alone a snow emergency).  The trains ran on time and by the time I got down to the office, there was just the hint of snow in the air.  All over the news, people are talking about how terrible the storm is going to be and they are interviewing people who remember the Blizzard of ‘78 (yes, it must be capitalized because it’s a Major Event …. think of the way the Father from the movie “A Christmas Story” spoke of his “Major Award”, the leg lamp … same mentality applies).  Everyone is in a panic, talking about how people are going to get stuck in it … people are going to lose power, it’s going to be tossing us back to the dark ages.  I admit I was slightly concerned that I wouldn’t be able to get back home in the later afternoon but thought I might stand a chance earlier in the day.  So, I took care of what needed doing and headed back North.

By the time I reach South Station, it was a wet “wintery mix” falling.  I was never so happy to see the car service waiting for me with a nicely warmed interior.  The driver helped me into the car, handed me my coffee (he knows exactly how I like to drink it) and off we went to the house.  I began noticing the roads weren’t that bad, not many people on the streets but, one never knows … that can change in a heartbeat on Boston streets.  Of course, by the time we reach my house in Salem, I realize that it’s not taken us long at all and the roads aren’t really that bad.  The newscasters are now saying the storm will hit during “rush hour”.  OK, so I missed it … that’s perfect.  Bobby helped me out of the car and walked me to the door, confirming the need for him to return on Friday and I stepped inside.  I watched the snow starting to come down off and on through the night.  I stopped listening to the newscasters so I could work some and take a few phone sex calls while watching the white stuff cum down.  Like most women, I was waiting for the big load to hit … I kept checking to see when the “blizzard-like conditions” would begin.   I waited all night and, it is now 6:55am on February 11, 2010 and I’m staring out the window at … what … SIX inches of snow?  I had been promised a fuckin Nor’Easter damnit … I went shopping to prepare for a Nor’Easter … now what the hell am I supposed to do with 5 peanut butter jugs, 24 safety candles, 2 packages of D cell batteries, 2 9-volt batteries and enough AA cells to power the Citgo sign for a week.

The moral of this story is that I think I got snowed by Channel 7 Weather Team.  I feel like a wife on her wedding night …. she’s looked forward to this day for her entire life and she gets into bed, rolls over to her new husband, the man she loves and adores and wants to spend the rest of her life with …. only to find that he’s hung like a gnat.  She expected Ty Lattimore and got Bud Melman.  I exepected a Nor’Easter and I got SIX inches of snow.

So I got snowed … once again the meteorologists tricked me and pulled a snow job on me.  Perhaps next time, I’ll prepare one for them?  I mean … I have all the tools for some really nice CBT … all that’s missing is the 6′ high snowmound for them to experience a true New England Fucking.

Most of you know of my unhealthy obsession enjoyment of the game of football.  I love to sit back and watch a man put his ass in the air, ready to thrust forward and pounce on the man in front of him.  There’s something so primal about aggressive men (as I’m sure many of my sissy fags would agree).  But that is not the reason for my post today.

No, today I am here to renounce my former adoration for Peyton Manning and to squarely lay the blame for my ruined orgasm at his feet.  I was excited for this Superbowl … My long-term orgasm denial boy, W had a lot riding on this.  As most of you remember, W got himself into some trouble betting against my Patriots a few years ago and had his last orgasm July 4, 2008 (wow, just look at how far you’ve cum … OH!  Wait … but you can’t cum, can you?)  I have been torturing encouraging him ever since to become a fully encased chastity slave, but he keeps resisting.  It’s very exciting for me to goad him and I get a true sexual high from imagining the wiggles and squirms he does in his chair whenever we talk about my decision to lock him up.  There are several other Mistresses that keep tabs on W, keeping him honest about himself and preventing him from forgetting his promise.

Well, I admit it … I got cocky.   We were joking around just before the Superbowl started and, as our conversation usually does, we started talking about football picks.  He was all for “Who Dat?”, thinking that Drew Brees was going to take the Saints all the way and I just couldn’t imagine a world where Manning would lose.  I love Peyton Manning and think he’s truly one of the greats in the pocket.  His arm is enough to make lasers jealous in it’s accuracy and he never lets the pressure get to him.  I have admired him since I started watching football … (ok, so his brother doesn’t quite have the Manning talent but he’s still relatively new to the league … cut the kid some slack).  So we joked around a bit and I half-jokingly teased W and said if the Saints win that I would allow him to cum but when the Colts mopped up, that he would be forced to buy a chastity cage and begin his training with Empress Jessica and I.  We laughed a little and then he went to watch the game while I worked on a few things and watched the game in the background.

My jaw dropped some 4 hours later … how in the bloody hell did THAT happen?  Did someone dress Peyton Manning in a red hoodie?  My letdown was immediate and I felt my heart bottom out somewhere in my knees.

There would be no sexual bliss for me … No delightful shiver of passion as I listened to W whimper and beg for me to send him the key … I was bereft of orgasm as I denied him over and over again … I had …

lost

So, my darlings, I would like to welcome you all to Denial 2010 … Much like 2008, I have decreed the Superbowl did not occur and will happily go on with my little slice of reality … and work twice as hard to make sure W gets my birthday gift right …