by Ryan | Aug 7, 2019 | NSFW
You’re always so busy running around, trying to get somewhere. You rush to get out of the house in the morning, hoping to beat the traffic. You rush through your day, hoping to put out one fire after another. Then you’re rushing to beat traffic on the commute home. Rush to get dinner ready. Rush to read emails before bed. Hell, most of us are in such a rush to get to sleep that we end up taking a little something to help … which only ends up in rushing the morning. I have even heard of a handful of you rushing to jerk-off so you can get through to the next thing on your list. Can you imagine? Scheduling your self-love? We can’t have that! I’m a firm believer in making time for yourself; taking what opportunities arise and indulging in them as much as possible. This is why I enjoy guided masturbation sessions as much as I do! It not only forces you to enjoy yourself but allows you the opportunity to put someone else in control. The only thing you are responsible for at that time is obeying what your Mistress tells you and following my commands. Some of you might be a little confused as to exactly what goes into a guided session of jerking off, so this handy short post will hopefully help you to get a better understanding.
Jerking off? But I know how to do that already!
Technically yes, you already know “how,” but are you practicing? Just knowing how to do something doesn’t mean you’re actively participating. I know “how” to ride a bicycle, but that doesn’t mean I’m out doing so every day (bad memories of broken noses prevent me from ever being on two wheels). Jerking off is something that should never be perfunctory. There’s more to it than just the up-and-down stroking that most of my boys excel at; there’s more to your dick than the shaft alone! With a guided masturbation session, I can teach you different techniques that are designed to extend your pleasure and increase your desire.
What’s a little slap-and-tickle between friends?
Some call it “teasing,” while others call it “delayed orgasm.” Whichever term you use, it comes down to the same result; your orgasm being better than you have achieved on your own in a long time. With just a few words of encouragement (or enticement) I can help your cock to throb and ache to the point of distraction. Imagine the feeling of a warm hand, slipping down between your thighs and teasing her fingers over your shaft; the pressure and the delicacy combining to create an intensity you could never achieve on your own. The sound of my voice in your ear, whispering all the delicious things my fingers and hands are doing. The slow agony of your cock almost cumming, only to be delayed one more time …
I’m Mistress Ryan. I’m back, and we’re going to have a bit of fun together.
by Ryan | Jan 9, 2018 | Conversation, NSFW
Many of you have expressed interest in reading some of my writing. So I thought I’d make a habit of posting a little tidbit. Think of this as fanfiction for gay porn. The two characters are Danny Gunn and, well, it could be anyone; could even be you. Anyway, thank you for being willing to read my porn.
The Conference
He idly wondered if he was ever going to get out of this fucking meeting. Well, no. He was idly wondering if he was ever going to get out of this meeting, so he could fuck. Yeah, that was definitely closer to the truth. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he smirked. He knew exactly who was messaging him, there was no reason to look at his phone. It was more fun to smile across the conference room table at him.
He had noticed the blonde man almost from the first moment he sat down. He had no idea who the man was, but his cock twitched hard enough he had to catch his breath. The almost delicate features were in stark contrast to a mouth that was made of every one of the seven deadly sins. He had never in his life been so grateful for the tedious task of going around the table with introductions. He idly made note of names of others before his dark honeyed seduction introduced himself.
“Danny, Manufacturing,” he said in a firm voice. He noted his voice was clear, a tenor to his own bass. As he turned to smile at the others sitting at the table, their eyes caught and held for a moment longer than was professionally necessary. He couldn’t be sure if he’d seen those icy blue eyes widen ever so slightly; eyebrow arching up delicately. He tuned the introductions out until it was his turn. He deliberately looked at Danny when he spoke, as though introducing himself directly to the man.
He smiled as he noticed Danny turning to his phone before his next breath after he’d mentioned his name. The smirk came as he realized the gamble worked.
by Ryan | Dec 1, 2017 | Conversation, NSFW
Orgasms. Are they important? If you ask any man on the planet, he’d probably answer yes; but then again, he’s interested in getting off whereas I’m interested in controlling it. You see, I don’t believe in giving men orgasms unless they’ve truly earned it. Worked for it. Shown me they deserve to have their orgasms. So let’s explore whether or not orgasms are important or if training yourself to not orgasm isn’t a better choice.
I want orgasms
The obvious benefit to orgasms is how good they feel. Your body gets flush, your hips start to rock faster, and this weight starts to build in the pit of your stomach. Whether you’re masturbating or fucking, the feeling is the same (internally anyway) and we spend our entire adult lives chasing after how good that very first orgasm we ever had felt. Yes, I’m talking about the one you triggered, not your first wet dream. But there are also other benefits to orgasms.
Medical benefits of orgasms
As much as it pains me to admit it, there are actual benefits to having an orgasm that can’t be denied. To start with (and this one is really more of a benefit to me than you) it helps you sleep better. I’m not even going to deny this one is a benefit because … well I’m sure you’re all familiar with my love of coffee. But for those of you out there that work as hard as I do, something that helps to ease you back to sleep is definitely important.
You can also alleviate pain through orgasms. Now, you aren’t going to get rid of the kind of pain that CBT can cause (thank god) but if you have an ache or a “twinge”, cumming will actually help you. Orgasms trigger the release of oxytocin, which is a major contributor to relaxation (Or you can just eat a fuck ton of chocolate?). It’s the magic chemical that makes natural childbirth possible and another reason why women are superior to men.
Surprisingly, it can actually make you smarter. Well, at the least, it can stave off dementia. Orgasms increase blood flow to every part of your brain, which can slow the neural degradation we all suffer from as we age. So … masturbate daily to keep the dumb away, I guess?
Health benefits to orgasms
As mentioned above, orgasms help you to sleep and a good night’s sleep can help you to maintain your overall health. In a study at Caerphilly Cohort Study in 1997, it was found that men who orgasm more frequently actually live longer! No, this doesn’t mean orgasms will make you immortal (but it doesn’t NOT mean that either).
In “news that will shock no one”, orgasms also make women happier. And you want to make sure your woman is happy or you’re going to find yourself eating hasenpfeffer for dinner for a good, long while. Okay so that’s perhaps a bit of an exaggeration but there are actual studies out there that show women are less depressed when they have unprotected sex with a trusted partner. Key word there is “trusted” … keep using condoms when you’re having sex until you’re tested and clean and trustworthy.
And finally, the one you’ve all been waiting for. Orgasms increase testosterone in your body. So the stories you heard about that guy in high school who was such a stud, he could fuck for days? Yeah … turns out, the more you cum, the more testosterone you have.
You don’t deserve orgasms
Now that we’ve discussed the “pros”, let’s talk cons. First and foremost, in my world, is that it takes your focus away from me and puts it firmly on you. I don’t care how many times you tell me you think of me as you cum, I know it’s bullshit. And that’s okay (for other women) occasionally but I want your focus directly on me at any and every point of our intimacy. When your orgasm starts, you’re thinking about how good it feels for you, not whether or not I’m getting off. This has been proven time and again by every woman who has ever had to finish herself off after her lover finished and fell asleep. This is another reason why I operate on the “you nut, you leave” policy. I’m not here to snuggle with you. You want someone to snuggle with, get a puppy. I live in Florida, the land of boob sweat. I don’t want you laying next to me, sweating on my sheets.
Another “con” is in how good it feels to not orgasm. I know, doesn’t seem to make sense but hear me out. If you are denied your orgasms for a period of time, the first cum you have after that period of denial feels even closer to that mythical first orgasm you had. With tease and denial, or even tease and delay, you can improve your orgasm by not having one. So by letting you jerk off every day, I’m allowing you to miss out on something truly spectacular. And I’d feel awful if I didn’t ensure you felt every moment.
There are far more “pros” than there are “cons” but, this is my world you’re living in. Chastity is definitely in your future.
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by Ryan | Oct 10, 2017 | Conversation, NSFW
What is it about porn that makes it so exciting? If you look at it objectively, there really shouldn’t be anything exciting about watching other people get sweaty, sticky, and make funny faces at each other. We literally make fun of what we call “o faces” or “porn face”. There’s a character on a show called Pornstache (or there was. I don’t know if he’s still there. I never watched it but my bride is in love with it). If you look on social media, the average porn star has upwards of ten thousand followers and legendary porn stars, such as my friend Nick, have almost seventy-thousand on Twitter alone. Combine with Facebook and you are looking at an average of forty thousand individuals following a single porn star; but to admit that is to be a social pariah?`
Where did porn come from?
Since the earliest recorded histories, porn has been part of the human thread. Venus figurines dating back to the stone age as well as rock paintings that depicted sexual acts were discovered all across Europe and the United States. In the third century, those darlings of dialect known as the Greeks invented a new word by combining pornē (prostitute) and graphein (to record) to give us ‘pornographia‘. The literal translation is “a written description of prostitution” and the modern dictionary includes illustration mediums such as film and still images. It was translated into French and then to English, coming to the United States through the French around 1842. It wasn’t until more than one hundred years later, around 1952, it was shortened to ‘porno’ and then another decade to become ‘porn’. From there, the word (and the industry that has surrounded it) has become as much a part of our culture as coffee.
The Legality of Porn
In 1748, Fanny Hill, historically accepted as the first porn book, was published in two installments in The Strand under the penname G. Fenton. This work was the first prose pornography in existence and was the first to use the novel format. It was a year after publication that the two men responsible for publishing it were arrested for “corrupting the King’s subjects”. When the trial came, the actual author, John Cleland (who had written the book while in debtor’s prison) renounced the book in open court and the charges were dropped.
Obscenity Laws in the UK
A little more than one hundred years later, the first obscenity laws were passed with the English Obscene Publications Act of 1857. Lord Chief Justice, Lord John Campbell presided over a case regarding the sale of pornography and he famously compared the sale of porn in London as, “a sale of poison more deadly than prussic acid, strychnine or arsenic”. Despite arguments against the law in both Houses of Parliament, it passed with the assurance that it was “… intended to apply exclusively to works written for the single purpose of corrupting the morals of youth and of a nature calculated to shock the common feelings of decency in any well-regulated mind.” Of course, the House of Commons at the time amended the final law so as to not apply to Scotland (apparently they were already strict enough on their porn. I’m sure the sheep were very happy to hear that) (yes I’m kidding. I love sheep and want them happy)
Obscenity Laws in the US
Not to be outdone, the Comstock Laws were rapidly passed by Congress in 1873 in reaction to the scandalous amount of porn available during the Civil War. (Yeah, I had trouble with that one as well but the read itself is quite interesting. Who knew it had inadvertently created the first brothel in the United States!) Comstock laws were targeted at what amounted to the Civil War version of the Adam & Eve catalogue. Back in the day, apparently your boys in grey and blue had themselves quite the issue with VD, prostitutes, and circulars that featured “fancy” stories and illustrations (apparently “fancy’ is their way of saying dirty). And the laws were so restrictive that the United States Postal Service once refused to deliver anatomy textbooks to medical students. Lucky for us, however, the Comstock Laws came to an eventual end by 1957. (Yeah, I wish that was a typo as well).
The Modern Take
Thankfully, we live in a far more modern age. Gone are the days of the government watching over your shoulder to make sure you are the right ki … oh. Wait. Sorry. Ahem, well this is awkward. It’s okay though. We’re okay. Let’s try this again, just after I affix this red sash about my waist. Yes? Let’s.
Sadly, while the porn industry has made massive strides forward in the fight for the First Amendment, and despite the industry itself being a multi-million (if not billion) dollar enterprise, you would think that porn alternately doesn’t exist but is also responsible for every awful thing ever. And gay porn? Oh forget it. Gay porn is responsible for famine, drought, the collapse of Donald Trump’s second marr … no, I’m kidding. His third marriage was responsible for the collapse of his second. And yet … Billion$ of dollar$ are $pent on porn every day. All around the world. Between films, clips, phone sex, cam sites, and written erotica, you can barely browse the internet without stumbling over something someone is going to find lascivious and lewd.
Wait … sorry … that’s me. I’m the one who stumbles into that. Primarily because I’m morally overdrawn. And I really like saying dirty things. See … ‘dirty things’ … got a little tickle there. Hang on, I’m going to need a minute. Make that two … possibly three if you want to hear me saying ‘dirty things’. You can, you know. Take a peek over at my twitter page and you’ll probably find some contact information somewhere. Or google “Mistress Ryan” and see what comes up.
I’m working more during the day lately and I honestly have no idea how you daytime people do this. It’s exhausting. I miss working overnight and chatting up a pervert or two in the middle of the night. Soon, I hope, I’ll be back to my normal.
Until then … watch some porn and tell me what your favourites are.
by Ryan | Sep 18, 2017 | Conversation, NSFW
Hurricane Irma brought quite a few things to light when it blew through Florida last week. One of the things it brought was surprising to everyone; I’m apparently a switch. I’m forty-three years old and I am an alpha female. It’s just who I am. Or so I thought. This past weekend has shown me that sometimes being more submissive can provide quite intense sensations.
What is a switch?
For those of you who are unfamiliar with the terminology, in a sexual sense most people fall into one of three categories. Dominant, switch, and submissive. The dominant, or alpha, enjoys being in control. Most of our their arousal is driven by being in charge and being catered to and worshiped. Submissives enjoy giving their sexual control over to the dominant, allowing the dominant to push their limits and boundaries. They are fairly black and white in their definition. However, the switch can go back and forth between the two primary roles. A switch can be dominant with one partner and submissive with another … or dominant one day and submissive the next … or any combination thereof.
What happened during Irma?
So let’s start with the bad news first. Right now, I’m homeless. Hurricane Irma blew through Florida and must have been a bit hungry because the bitch took my roof. Thankfully, I managed to get Melissa on a flight out of Florida on the Thursday before Irma showed up. Sophia and I came to her boyfriend Scott’s house and basically spent the week after Irma in the pool. We had an abundance of wine and a distinct lack of sunscreen. This led to my getting a sunburn while Sophia and Scott just got more brown (bastards). When we managed to get to our house, there may or may not have been tears. We’ve lost everything, save for the clothes on our backs and whatever we put into the car before we evacuated. Irma took two of my coffee makers, three pounds of coffee, and … well … everything else. I don’t even have a bloody toothbrush! But, as Scott pointed out, there was no physical damage to anyone and material things can be replaced.
Blame the pool, the wine, and the massage
Understandably, after coming back to Scott’s house from seeing my own, I got a little more tipsy than usual. (FYI, Moscato wine with a shot of Pinnacle Whipped vodka is my new drink). Sophia and I were in the pool once again (no power means no air conditioning. No air conditioning means hot and sticky) with Scott happily waiting on us. There was music, cool water, a beautiful man, and a comfortable atmosphere for … experimentation.
It started with Scott massaging my arms (you wouldn’t believe the bruises I have from cleaning yard debris). He’s quite good and had me feeling very relaxed. I was lounging in one of those zero gravity chairs and I had my arms stretched over my head when my hand brushed against something … interesting. Now, understand that Sophia has always told me how great his cock is but I’ve never really had an interest in penis. I’ve identified as a lesbian most of my life so why should I care about dick? Because his dick is pretty fucking amazing.
Out comes the switch
His cock was hard. Impressively so. I didn’t want to be too forward, in case the erection was due to some other reason, but I am a curious woman. Rubbing against his bulge produced two moans. One from him and one from Sophia, who had been watching us the entire time. With Sophia watching us, I lowered his shorts and got my first look at his cock. It’s smooth, perhaps about ten inches, with a nice girth; the kind of cock that you find in gay porn. I was as surprised as he was when I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked. The taste on my tongue was a little salty, but definitely sweet. And it got sweeter the more I sucked; just like his groans got louder.
Surprisingly, I really enjoyed sucking his cock and he really enjoyed my swallowing him all the way down to the base. When he tilted the zero gravity chair backwards, put his hands on the side of my face and started fucking my mouth, I had an orgasm so powerful it rivaled the one I had the first time I had a man with my strapon. After we had calmed down (and I swallowed his cum), I realized I may primarily be an alpha, but I have some definite switch tendencies.
Tendencies that Scott, Sophia, and I plan on exploring more while we are staying here.
Who knew a hurricane could bring such goodness into my life?
XO
Ryan
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