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The Great Tease Game: Mistress Never Ever, Have I Ever

Mistress Ryan — Sun, 29 Aug 2010 12:00:04 +0000

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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Dangerous

Mistress Ryan — Wed, 24 Mar 2010 04:16:52 +0000

“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?

Strapon Saturday (A Forced Bi Tale)

Mistress Ryan — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 10:42:17 +0000

Early on Saturday morning, the sun is up in the sky and you stretch out in bed … today is the one day of the week you have completely to yourself.� No work, no wife, no responsibilities … Today is all about you.� A grin comes to your lips as you think about the TV schedule, ‘The game is on today.� I can sit back and watch it without any interruptions!’� Watching your Alma Mater pound their rival team into the dirt seems like just the right activity for the day and you roll over to get out of bed, your eyes lazily drifting across the room towards the closet … intending to get a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.� That’s when you saw it.

Standing innocuously on the edge of the bureau, it seemed so ridiculously out of place that you almost missed it.� Your heart sank as you looked at the Word A Day Calendar on the bedside table and you realized what day it was.� It was THAT Saturday … time to pay up on that damn, stupid bet.� ‘I should have known better than to open my mouth.’, you thought to yourself as you dragged yourself out of bed and tried to ignore it … tried to walk past the bureau without a glance at the offending … thing.� But it was damn near impossible … like trying not to look at a car being pulled over by the police or a parent calming a fit of hysteria in the mall.� It seemed so much larger now that you could see it “in the flesh”, instead of just on the website. � Your mind immediately went back to when you placed the bet … and lost.

“Look, if there’s one thing I know, it’s football.� And I’m telling you there were no teams before 1942 who went undefeated in football!”� Those words were bad enough and, looking back on it, you knew she’d been pushing you into making the bet.� However, it was the next phrase you uttered that was going to haunt you all day.� “I’m willing to bet you anything that I’m right.”

The calculated smile on your wife’s face should have been a warning … but you just KNEW you were right!� “Anything?”, she inquired.

“I tell you what.� I’m so sure that no team before 1942 was undefeated in the regular season of football that I’m willing to let you have your way with me for one week to do anything you want.� But, when you look it up and I’m right, you have to submit to the same thing.”� You were already imagining what she’d look like in a naughty school uniform, with her lips wrapped around your thick shaft.� Once again, you thought, you should have stopped yourself before being so arrogant.� But damnit, this was FOOTBALL we were talking about!� She grinned as she walked away, calling over her shoulder that she’d enjoy her victory.� You shrugged, went back into the living room and sat down to watch the news.� Almost immediately, you were lost in the top stories about local politics and global economy.� You forgot about the bet and enjoyed the rest of the day.

Later that night, after dinner had been made and the dishes cleaned, you were laying in bed with your wife.� She snuggled against you, rubbing her body against yours and sliding her fingers down to your shaft.� Curling her hand around the shaft, she kissed your lips as she mounted you and straddled your hard cock with her creamy thighs.� She didn’t sink all the way down but did keep her hand, pulsing with every beat of your heart, softly encircled around your teased cock.� Your hips arched up as she grinned, leaning forward just enough so you could feel how hot and wet her pussy was before she whispered in your ear … “1934″.� With that, she let out a low giggle and removed herself from riding you … her hand stroking up and off your throbbing cock.�� It took a moment for you to catch up and you looked at her, quizzically.� “Huh?”

“1934.”

“What the fuck does that have to do with you stroking my cock??”

“Language!� And it has everything to do with it, darling.� Do you remember earlier, in the foyer when we were talking about football and you said, and I quote ‘No team before 1942 was undefeated in the regular season of football’?”

Still somewhat mystified, you nodded.� “I remember, yeah.� Chicago Bears were the only other team to go undefeated in the regul … oh shit.”� A factoid of information blossomed in your head as you recall that yes, it was the Chicago Bears but they’d had a team BEFORE 1942 that had gone undefeated … but it was such obscure knowledge that you couldn’t imagine HOW your wife could have known it … yes, she loved football but really, that was just a random oddity in the footnotes of history.� However, she was grinning like the cheshire cat as she watched the information process into your brain.� She almost read your mind as she casually leaned forward and whispered, “My grandfather was a HUGE Bears fan, you know that baby.� He practically had a man-crush on Ditka.

“Now, about this … what did you call it … ‘one week to do whatever I want to you’?”, she was practically purring in your ear.� All your senses were on high alert … you married a strong, powerful woman who had, in the past, shown an affinity for cruel cockteasing sessions that left your cock almost weeping with need.� But she’d never denied you on any occasion … orgasm always followed the tease sessions and you felt pretty sure that she wouldn’t hold out on you for long … well … almost pretty sure.

What followed was a week of tease and denial the likes of which almost had you insane with need.� Teasing notes, a pair of her panties stuffed into your briefcase and one terrifying visit to an internet adult toy site (of which you were almost pretty sure she was joking) all came together to this one evening.� And you didn’t think you were ready for it, really …

Tonight was the night your wife was going to take your ass-cherry.� And she was going to do it with a 7″ dildo that was sitting on the edge of the bureau.

Today was going to suck …