Mistress Rayvyn

After Daddy came inside me and promised me he wasn’t done with me he stuck his fingers inside my pussy and rubbed my clit at the same time, pausing to make me eat the cum off his fingers. We tasted so good together. I lapped it up like a hungry puppy and begged him to let me suck his dick again. He obliged. 

This time he had me sit on the bolder while I played with his dick in my hand at first and began to suck on the head while rubbing his shaft with my hand. “Mmm” he moaned as his dick got harder and harder for me. “That’s it little Violet, suck Daddy’s dick just like that” he exclaimed and his words were like sweet music to my ears. I began to rub my pussy thinking about how good it was going to feel to cum on Daddy’s dick. I let go of my hand on his dick and sucked as deeply as I could, allowing the head to hit the back of my throat. I did not gag once and he praised me for my talents. 

“How does my little girl want to cum?” he asked eagerly and kissed me on my forehead. “I want to ride Daddy’s dick” I said and his eyes widened into surprise and glee combined. He laid down on the boulder and I straddled his big cock. At this point, between my juices and his his cock entered me with exceptional ease. “Unh Daddy, it feels so good to sit on your cock” I said as I rode him nice and slowly, taking every inch of him nice and deep. 

My tits fell out of the top of my dress as I rode him harder. “Fuck yes Daddy, fuck this little pussy and make me cum!!!” I screamed. Daddy covered my mouth as he heard a rustling in the trees as if someone was nearby. My muffled moans drove him wild and he began pumping his cock into me from his position. “Fuuuuck” I screamed into his hand as I came hard on his dick. My pussy walls clenched around his dick so tight he began cumming too. As I began to start fixing my dress, he put his hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear “Daddy isn’t done yet.”

His insatiable need for pleasure matched mine and I was happy to comply with his wishes. He had me sit on the boulder and spread my legs. “I want you to eat all of Daddy’s dick juice” he stated as his fingers went deep inside of my pussy, pulling out as much cum as he could muster and he fed it to me. “Mmm Daddy, we taste so good together” I said and he sampled some too and agreed. He continued to feed me cum until there were seemingly only traces of mine. 

“Now play with yourself for Daddy” he said and he sat on the ground by the tree across from the boulder. I took my hand and used three fingers to rub my outer labia softly, playing with the little bit of pubic hair on my mound. My shaven lips were smooth and I slowly opened them to expose my clit. He began to mutually masturbate with me. My middle finger explored my clit and I rubbed it in a circular motion. He bit his lip and we both moaned at the sight of each other pleasuring ourselves. 

Daddy’s dick looked harder than ever. He got up and walked over to me while I continued to play with myself. He looked deep into my eyes and told me how beautiful I was and how much he loved my pussy. I melted into his words and without him having to tell me to do so, laid down on the boulder. He entered me slowly and I came almost immediately on his dick. He continued to fuck me gently as I rubbed my clit vigorously. Then he took his dick out and rubbed it on my clit for awhile. It felt so fucking good. I came one more time from him doing that.

“Fuck me doggy style Daddy” I begged and he happily complied. Daddy spanked my ass playfully a few times before thrusting deeply inside my very wet cunt. “Brutalize that pussy, Daddy” I encouraged and he fucked me as hard as he could. It hurt so good. My moans turned into screams and once again Daddy’s hand was over my mouth. I came harder than I ever did before while his hand was over my mouth. “Yeah that’s right little girl. Daddy loves that little pussy cumming on his dick” he proclaimed. Within a few minutes he too came hard inside of me. “Daddy is going to take you to the park more often, little one” he said with a smile. “As long as he shows me all the good hiding spots” I retorted with a grin. 

             The End 

About the Author

Mistress Rayvyn is a 37 year old native New Yorker who has been in the lifestyle for 20 years. Her hobbies include photography, singing, writing, reading, talking to people from around the world on various messengers, cooking, baking, and playing rpgs of all kinds.

The night after Mistress dismissed me, she told me to report to her as soon as possible. I messaged her as soon as I was home from work and she made me edge again and again for her. This time she started showing her parts of her I had never seen. Her pussy was glorious and she was wet when she played with herself again.

“Edge again, slut” she demanded and I rubbed my boy cock vigorously and leaked a little precum. “Eat your precum” she said and I hesitated. She stopped playing with herself and got very close to the camera and whispered “you will eat it, or you will suffer for weeks on end with no release.” Her whispering a threat was more threatening to me than if she had yelled it. I complied with her wishes. A small taste of precum on my tongue and a quick swallow was easier than I thought. I was extremely salty though.

Mistress Rayvyn smiled at my compliance and resumed masturbating to tease me, her fingers gliding up and down from clit to vagina. She edged me at least 6 times more. I lost count because it had taken everything not to explode all over myself while she watched me in return. She taunted me while we played together saying things like “you see this pussy? You will never get a chance to fuck it.” With sadness in my voice I told her in response “I’d love to worship your pussy, Mistress. I know I am not big enough to satisfy you or worthy enough to try and enter you.” “You’re damn right you’re not worthy. You’ll probably never even get a taste” She told me with a long laugh. All the while she continued to edge me. The control she had over me was powerful. My mind became mush and I was fully at her mercy. She could tell from my face that she had me where she wanted me.

“You have a choice and I want you to make a decision while you edge for me again. You can either make a promise that if I allow you to cum, you will eat all of it or you choose to be locked in chastity until I feel like releasing you and trying again. Either way you are bound to eat your cum. Pun intended” she snickered.

Cum eating was unfortunately not a limit. She put me in quite a predicament. On the one hand I wanted to cum for Her and secondarily for me. I longed for it. On the other hand the taste of my precum made me worried I’d gag if I tried eating all of my cum.

She tapped her fingernails against her desk waiting for my choice. On edge I finally told her “I can’t do it Mistress, not today.” Her expression change from frustrated to disappointed. “Grab your chastity device and give me the serial number of your lock” she said. I felt awful for letting her down. My little boy blue balls were also bluer than ever. I locked myself in and gave her the serial number.

In addition to chastity, she had me slap my little balls with a wooden spoon repeatedly for my pain and her pleasure. She left me in chastity for two weeks. Then, she edged me some more. My little prick needed release so badly but after 10 times of edging me, she had me return to chastity. This repeated after two more weeks. There was no release for me. I was merely an edge toy for Mistress’ amusement. The torment was palpable. Her ability to toy with me and my longing for her control, her dominance had me stay in this proverbial torture chamber. Her pictures, video teasing, voice, eyes, hushed or loud commands, and even the ball smacks kept me coming back for more. To this day, I have yet to cum for her and it has been months. That is why my nickname is little boy blue balls.

About the Author

Mistress Rayvyn is a 37 year old native New Yorker who has been in the lifestyle for 20 years. Her hobbies include photography, singing, writing, reading, talking to people from around the world on various messengers, cooking, baking, and playing rpgs of all kinds.

Photography by Mistress Laurent

At the ripe age of 38, I felt the need to find a Mistress and become Her slave. I met Mistress Rayvyn on a website we were both members of where she had shared Her  messenger name. Things escalated quickly, in a good way, and I rapidly became her little bitch and her little boy too; the latter because of my embarrassingly small cock and balls.

Mistress Rayvyn and I developed a close relationship quickly while she edged me and alternated ball smacks with a wooden spoon over video chat. In between her playing with me, we asked each other questions and had very titillating conversations about kink and non-kink topics.

Speaking of titillating, Mistress Rayvyn had big beautiful tits that she would tease me with occasionally. She is such a wonderful tease. She started by sending me pictures of her cleavage while she made me edge myself with every new pic. My little boy cock didn’t last very long every time I edged to those pictures. After a few days, she started sending me pics of her feet. I longed to touch and lick and kiss them. She made me edge myself time and time again while looking at her feet. For days I was not able to cum. Four, long, painful days my little boy blue balls hurt and the pain always brought me back to Her.

“Today you may cum after 5 times of edging yourself” she said with an evil grin on her face on our video call. She would tell me when to edge, when to wait, and when to edge again. Her voice was teasing and she enjoyed humiliating me. “Look at that little penis, if you want to even call it a penis” She commented with a look of disgust on Her face. “You’re nothing but a dickless loser. Play with that little bit of nothing in your pants for me. I want to laugh at how little you have to move your hand” She commanded. I once again edged myself for Mistress. Her commentary only made me want to cum harder. “Yes, Mistress my little cock is non-existant and I am an embarrassment to myself and to You” I replied to her.

After four times of edging myself, Mistress said nothing. She sat there staring at my face. I showed her my little boy cock. She showed no interest. I begged her to let me edge a fifth time.  She smiled at me with an evil grin but we both sat there in silence. The silence was painful, but I knew Mistress had more in store for me. After maybe 10 minutes of Her silence and my pathetic whining to no avail, She said She would call me right back. When I got off video chat with Her, She started sending me photos again. This time she sent me pics of her breasts in her bra. “Edge yourself to that and let me know when you’re done” she texted.

I was disappointed because She didn’t give me instructions to cum and it was the fifth time I was edging for Her, but I dared not say anything about my feelings as I knew I would surely be punished for challenging her authority. Instead I said “Yes Mistress. Anything you want” and as I started to jerk my little boy penis off, my little boy blue balls began to hurt again. As I completed my task, I texted Mistress and told her it was complete.

“Check these out” she said back and sent me a picture of her naked tits. My small member jolted and I leaked some precum. It was the first time she permitted me to see them. “Edge again to that picture” She texted to me and I did. “I’m done Mistress” I said within a minute. She then called me on video chat and laughed at how little I lasted.

I couldn’t help but notice she was wearing a very sexy nightgown.

“And just what do you think you’re doing staring at me?” She uttered jokingly. “I’m looking at the most beautiful Mistress in the universe” I responded. “Good answer, but flattery will get your nowhere you minuscule piece of scum” she told me playfully with a smile. “Edge again and this time I want to see that tiny thing you once called a prick and I guess that’s applicable since it’s as small as a thorn on a rose” she articulated. Her humiliation was delicious and I fed off of her words like a hungry dog, my little cock and balls aching for Her permission to release.

I rubbed my little boy cock a few times and had to let go quickly, this time almost cumming. “I’ve had enough of your inability to last long. You are not to cum for the next few days” She vowed. She ended the video call abruptly. I was then instructed via text to wait until my erection went down and to send her videos of me edging myself 3 more times. I did as I was told. “You are my little edge slut” she texted. I sent her my three videos shortly after and all she said back was “Good boy. That’s enough from you tonight.” I begged her to stay but she did not respond. I felt used and the pain of that felt amazing. Her dominance delighted me in a way nothing else had ever done.

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About the Author

Mistress Rayvyn is a 37 year old native New Yorker who has been in the lifestyle for 20 years. Her hobbies include photography, singing, writing, reading, talking to people from around the world on various messengers, cooking, baking, and playing rpgs of all kinds.

Dirk Hooper Photography

Master instructed me to wear my prettiest dress the night we first met up as Master and submissive. I had worn it only once, but it was my favorite dress. It was deep red like a fine wine and lacy. He picked me up in his new car and we drove into the city where his hotel room was. He wore a black suit with a purple tie because he knew it was my favorite color. He was always considerate like that.

The ride was short but the conversation was deep, as it always was with us. His eyes were bluer than I had remembered. His desire for me seemed tangible. He complimented me several times on how I looked. I told Him how much I love a guy in a suit and how wet I was getting just looking at Him. “You can get as wet as you want, but you’re going to earn every single thing you get tonight,” He said in a calm, but stern tone. I saw the smile He tried to hide, knowing his mere presence was causing my pussy to drip.

He took me to a quiet restaurant where we sat and ate and talked for about 2 hours. He paid, and as we left the restaurant, He took a firm grab of my ass and wouldn’t let go of it until he opened the passenger door of his car for me. Standing behind me, He whispered in my ear menacingly, “You’re going to do whatever I say whenever I say it from this moment on.” I nearly came down my leg just from His sexy voice whispering to me. “Yes, Sir. Your wish is my command,” I responded playfully, but meant every word and He knew it.

In the car He was completely silent. I waited for His command, but He gave none. We got to the hotel, went to the elevator, and He pressed one of the higher numbers. I didn’t pay attention to which floor He was on because my eyes were watching His, as if to say to him “I’m ready for your command.” However, He was a man who liked to keep me waiting. He smiled at me and commanded “On your knees.” Just as I was getting on my knees, the power went out and we were stuck in the elevator together.

There was a small blue glow in the elevator, perhaps from a battery powered light, to keep us company. With my knees on the floor, I looked up eagerly at Him. “Stay in that position,” Master uttered as He unzipped His suit pants and pulled out His dick.

He was hard as a rock and without hesitation, slapped me with it as He promised via text when we first agreed to try out a D/s relationship. He slapped my face again and again, and I thanked Him every time, more and more sensually than before. Then, with one slap, He caught me in the mouth while I was thanking Him. “Shut up, slut,” He said aggressively and with that He opened my mouth wider with the fullness and length of His dick. “How do I taste, whore?” He asked as He pulled his dick out of my mouth to let me utter “It’s the best dick I’ve tasted by far, Sir.”

“And I bet you’ve had a lot of dicks in that pretty, little mouth of yours too with those big, dick-sucking lips. Come and put those lips to use,” He asserted as His hand grabbed my hair near the back of my head. He slammed himself inside me. I took the entire length of His dick into the back of my throat and began to lick His balls too. “Very good! You really know what you’re doing. Now keep it up until I cum, or until the lights come back on and we start moving again,” He instructed.

I gagged on His dick over and over, and made the entirety of His shaft and balls soaked with my saliva. Master was pleased with my skills and soon came hard into the back of my throat. Squirt after squirt, I drank all of His cum. I thanked Him for the opportunity to finally taste Him. “Oh, I’m not done with you,” He exclaimed as He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

“I wonder how long we will be stuck in this elevator,” I mentioned, hoping it wouldn’t be soon, and that  He would use me for the entire duration we were stuck. Master smoked calmly and coolly and allowed me to rest my legs and stand up to get the blood flow going. Suddenly, I felt His hand rub my leg slowly closer and closer to my pussy. When He got to my inner thigh He could already feel my wetness. He rubbed my panties over my pussy a little while; He told me how hot it was to watch and feel me suck His dick and lick His balls. He finished His cigarette and stood up so that we could be at eye level. He got really close to my face with His as though He was going to kiss me. He breathed down my neck instead and bit me hard enough for it to hurt a little. He then reached His hand under my dress, pulled my panties to the side, and took His pointer and middle fingers and put them inside me and fingered me while His thumb rubbed by clit. “Oh, Master, that feels so fucking good. May I rub your dick in appreciation?” I asked politely. “Yes, please do,” He insisted.

I grabbed his dick with my dominant hand and stroked it nice and slowly at first, and then picked up the pace with the way He was fingering me. He suddenly stopped and said. “You’re not allowed to cum yet, but continue what you’re doing.” I obeyed. After all, I enjoyed every minute of pleasing Him. He moaned as my hand went up and down His shaft. I stopped a moment to spit on my hand and wet the handjob a bit. He let me get away with stopping because it felt better with the saliva.

He then sat on the floor and told me to straddle His cock after taking off my panties. I did as I was told, eagerly and gingerly. The moment He was inside of me He stopped me to sit there for a moment. “Whose pussy is this?” He inquired. “Yours and yours alone, Master,” I told Him. “Perfect answer,” He said as He grabbed and spanked my ass playfully, and prompted me to fuck Him. I rode His dick slowly and then with a smack of my ass, I went faster and faster. My breasts bounced up and down into His face. He suddenly kissed me, strongly and deeply. It was our first kiss. “Thank you, Sir” I said, hoping I’d get more kisses, but I knew I’d have to earn them. “You’re welcome. Now on all fours,” He commanded. “Yes, Master,” I responded as I complied with Hiswishes.

He inspected me in the low light, mostly with His hands, lifted my dress up and entered my pussy. He fucked me nice and hard for a few minutes.  Suddenly, I felt him move a little, and then I saw it! My collar He had told me about on the phone. He put the collar around my neck and clasped it closed. It was purple like His tie. He had it and a leash in His pocket. He attached the leash onto the collar, put me on a short leash, and fucked me harder than before.

My pussy juices were all over His dick, balls and my thighs. “Master? May I please rub myself while you fuck me?”I requested. “This time I’ll allow it since it’s a special occasion, but next time you will do it when I tell you to and not when you ask me,” He lectured. “Thank you, Master,” I said gratefully. He continued to fuck me and I came several times before He came inside of me. He then made me clean off both of our juices with my tongue. Just as I was finishing, the power came back on and we straightened ourselves up as we neared our floor.

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About the Author

Mistress Rayvyn is a 37 year old native New Yorker who has been in the lifestyle for 20 years. Her hobbies include photography, singing, writing, reading, talking to people from around the world on various messengers, cooking, baking, and playing rpgs of all kinds.