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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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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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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!

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Mistress Ryan: International Cock Control MILF

Mistress Ryan — Mon, 24 May 2010 09:44:48 +0000

That’s right … International! Pretty soon, all of you are going to have to share me with men outside the lower 48 as I’m expanding my horizons. This is where I’m going to be spending 7 glorious days, in late September.I’m going international and finally stepping outside the US for a 7 day cruise to Bermuda. I can’t wait … I’ve heard such glorious things about the pink sand beaches and the old world culture of this gem in the ocean. And the warm weather doesn’t work against it either … If I close my eyes, I can almost see those scantily clad men languidly sprawled out by the pool as their bodies gleam in the sun … their legs pushed up into their chest as my strapon sinks into their ass and their cum drenches their face while screaming my nam …. what? Oh come on, I’m not the only one who fantasizes about ass-fucking a faggot on the high seas, am I? (crickets chirpping) OK … well at least you all knew I was a perverted cock control MILF long before today!

The spa on board is supposedly quite posh and I’m looking forward to having a poolside massage, a few umbrella-laden mixed drinks and not having to worry about anything more pressing than whether I’ve gotten sunscreen in all the delicate areas of my body (how many of you would volunteer for the job of massaging worshiping protecting every inch of my body?). And who knows what trouble I can stir up once we arrive in King’s Port? It’s an entire island, just ripe for the plucking … using my charms, my erotic voice and my long, sexy legs. It’s almost enough to make you want to warn them, isn’t it?

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Nefarious Fat Cock Thief

Mistress Ryan — Wed, 12 May 2010 11:25:28 +0000

We have a thief in our midst and she must be found. Recently, while speaking with Ms Hunter she asked me if I’d seen anyone acting oddly at the Cock Control Mistress get-together we had in Florida early last month. When I inquired what she meant, she confided in me that her favourite toy, Fat Cock seems to have gone missing and she’s been in search of where he’s gone off to ever since.

She tried discreetly inquiring with several Mistresses but no one has confessed to absconding with her huge strapon cock. It apparently happened at some point during the last few evenings we were together when we were playing with him in the pool and she’s distraught. I can only imagine how terrible it must be to lose something as … powerful … as Fat Cock. I mean, if I’d lost one of my 15 strapons I just don’t know what I would do!

Ms Hunter started a blog to spread the word about her missing strapon and whoever took him has posted, torturing poor Ms Hunter with hints as to who might have taken him but not providing any contact information, or even being decent enough to offer to return him in exchange for some compensation or ransom. (Although, having seen Fat Cock, I don’t know that I could put a price on him … he’s just massive)

So, we are trying to notify everyone to keep their eyes out for Fat Cock, or any Mistresses making mention of having acquired a new toy of some significant … girth. Every mention helps so we can bring Fat Cock Home.

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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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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!

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Erotic BDSM Conversations

Mistress Ryan — Fri, 26 Mar 2010 06:11:27 +0000

I think by now everyone knows that I’m a Lifestyle Mistress. I travel a few times throughout the year to different events, occasionally speak at fetish groups and generally enjoy my kink for all it’s worth. I love what I do and the people I am privileged to do it with (get your mind out of the gutters, I didn’t mean it like that!). One of the things that I have always considered to be important is education. If your kink is in the closet, everyone’s going to be afraid of it and I want to try and change people’s perceptions of what BDSM is, what phone sex is and bring things a bit more out into the open. So, how do I accomplish this?

Well, for starters this blog is a reference. Yes, there are kinky stories and little anecdotes but there’s also information to be had … a peek inside the day to day life of a Mistress and how to fit your kink into your life so that everyone is comfortable (I know not everyone can do this … which is part of the reasons why I so strongly advocate knowing what you want before you rush out to get it). I’ve been doing this for 20 years, both in and out of the public eye and I enjoy being able to share what I know (if only to advise you in how to sidestep some of the pitfalls I’ve taken over the years). But even that didn’t seem enough.

Adult phone sessions are another great way to pass information along. Inside a lot of the calls that I do with my boys, there are grains of truth about a particular kink. As we get to know each other and discuss your particular fetish, perhaps some information I’ve learned over the years might be shared in how to heighten the experience or perhaps take it into a new direction that entices your senses. Talking about different events I’ve been to might inspire someone to seek out a local BDSM event in their area. And still, I felt as though the vast majority of my knowledge was seeking an outlet.

Several days ago, I was speaking with the Mature Mistress, Vivian (who happens to also be a Lifestyle Femdom) and we were joking about some of the events we’ve been to and some of the things we’ve seen. She shared some of her treasured memories of play parties and spankings gone by and I was struck by the wealth of information she has simply by sheer volume of experience … and I approached her about the possibility of perhaps having a call that could be shared with everyone … something that would enable us to share what we know in a fun, informative manner. And she countered with doing a weekly podcast, available on the internet which we could make available to anyone who wanted to tune in and listen at their convenience.

Erotic BDSM Conversations with Ryan and Vivian was born!

Every week, Vivian and I will upload a free adult podcast which will be available on our blogs that will deal with different subject matter and things affecting our callers, friends and kinksters. If you have questions you’d like to see answered, you can submit them via email to either myself or Ms Vivian and we’ll happily answer them during our broadcast.

The first episode is available right now so click down below (perverts! I tell you, there’s just no saving you from your dirty minds!) and tune in every week to find out what fun, fascinating factoids might be available for your audible pleasure.

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