I Love Peggy Sue: A Pegging Fantasy

I Love Peggy Sue: More Naughty Confessions

Hello, naughty ones. Today, I thought I’d talk about one of my absolute favorite activities: pegging men. It’s why I can’t listen to “Peggy Sue” without giggling anymore.  Granted, the song has nothing to do with exploring sensual domination. However, every time I hear the words “I love you, Peggy Sue or just “I love Peggy Sue,” I’m flooded with memories of all the guys I’ve bent to my will.

I love Peggy Sue and pegging

There’s nothing quite like the thrill of breaking down self-described alpha males. Bless their hearts, they’re convinced that they’re going to call the shots. But I’ve got a special talent for helping them come to terms with the truth. They want and need someone to dominate them.

I start slow, teasing their puckered hole with the head of my strap, watching them tense up as they try to hide just how much they want every inch of it. Sometimes I let them stroke their cock after I slide in. Other times, I take that privilege away with handcuffs, ropes, etc. In either case, it’s amazing how quickly all that ‘tude they had at first melts away when they’re getting filled to the brim with something about as big as their ego.

One guy – let’s call him Andy – initially acted like he was capo di tutti, the boss of all bosses.

He was sassy! And he was sassy because he’s very wealthy, entitled, and surrounded by ass-kissers more often than not. To say I saw through the faux-alpha swagger and flexing of those gym rat muscles before he told me he could take anything I dished out in the bedroom would be an understatement.

I just nodded and was like, “Sure, Jan.” I think I even hummed “I love Peggy Sue” while I chose my biggest strap-on for him. The moment I gave him a little taste of it, his whole demeanor changed. The “boss” became my bitch within minutes and was literally babbling and begging for more. And I gave him all he could handle.

They’re all the same

That’s the thing about betas, especially really sassy ones like “Andy,” who fancy themselves alphas. All they need is about 12 inches of “therapy” to help them accept reality.

Self-aware sissies, on the other hand, know exactly what they want. They eagerly drop to their knees and beg to please me and be fucked like the sluts they know they are. I’ve got a special strap just for them. And they love to admit how good it feels to live their truth when I fuck them with it, hard and deep.

One of my favorite sissies literally sings “I love Peggy Sue” when I fuck him – that is when his mouth isn’t full. He even pushes his ass up in the air for me. And when he’s not singing “I love Peggy Sue,” he’s either howling like a banshee or screaming, “Please, don’t stop, Mistress!”

It’s adorable. And I love the way his voice breaks when I pull his ponytails and give him a good, hard pounding.

Why I love Peggy Sue

I like to think of pegging as really hot spiritual enlightenment for me and the guys I fuck in the ass. No matter who’s at the other end of my strap, be it a self-aware sissy or a confused beta, like “Andy,” the result is always the same. They’re desperate for more, and I enjoy an indescribable high when I dominate them.

That said, it’s not always just about hardcore pegging and nothing else. Sometimes I also give them a good milking while I’m fucking them. Feeling their cock throb in my hand as I thrust deeper, grinding against their prostate until they’re shaking and their balls are empty, turns me on to no end. I usually end up sitting on their face after that. Other times, if I feel like being a real bitch, I’ll make them wait. I’ll tell them they can only come when I say so. And that could be minutes or hours later, depending on my mood.

Here’s another confession: I’ve named my favorite strap “Peggy Sue.” And all the guys who have made her acquaintance, in more ways than one, love Peggy Sue and all 12 inches of her.

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