Miss Amy Perkins

...and I'm a sadist. Now that I've got that little confession out of the way, let me do some explaining. I'm a cute, morally upstanding young woman from the midwest of the United States. I now live in the south of England. I'm 28 years old, and I came to the UK a couple of years ago to pursue a career opportunity (no, I'm not going to tell you what it was!) and experience life in this wonderful country. I worked hard, made some money, and bought a charming little flat. Then I fell in love with R.

R. is my wonderful, clever, talented boyfriend. He's also kinky. The first time R. asked me to tie him up in bed, I thought it was a bit strange, but hey, you only live once. I used shoelaces, pantyhose, and the belt from his bathrobe. I looked down at him and wondered what was supposed to happen next, and then it hit me, whatever I wanted! I started kissing him and touching him, but I didn't climb on top of him right away. I told him he had to beg me, and he begged, all right. What a rush! There was this hot, naked, erect male prisoner, helpless in my bed, pleading with me to have sex with him. He said I could slap him, or pinch him, if only I'd take care of his raging hard-on. I told him I didn't need his permission to hurt him, since he couldn't stop me anyway. And I proved it, just a little, right before my panties came off, and we ended the evening in a way that satisfied both of us.

You've got to understand, I'm still an up and coming career girl. When I'm working I'm totally buttoned down, totally respectable. But at home with R., something very different is happening. I hardly ever let him have sex with me unless he's restrained, but I keep him naked a lot. Available to me. When the mood strikes me, I lock his hands behind him with my new cuffs (it's amazing what you can find on the web these days) and give him a taste of one of my rapidly growing collection of crops and paddles. He loves me for it. I love him for loving it.

But lately, it hasn't been quite enough. I want to use my mobile to train more men. I want other men to do what I tell them, other men to beg me to let them get off. Other men to suffer for me. I want a stable, damn it, and R. wants me to have one because he thinks the idea of his girlfriend riding herd on a bunch of horny, helpless men all over the UK is just unbelievably sexy. So come on, satisfy my hunger. Put yourself in my hands. Sacrifice yourself to my newfound lust for power. I think I can promise you an interesting time. After all, I'm a sadist.

Since I began my explorations with R. I've found I love almost all things fetish. Sissy boy play, CP, watersports, bondage, CBT, foot worship, dog and pony training - it all appeals to me. I'm finding I can be quite inventive when I need to be!

R. really isn't much into being dressed like a little tart so I want my stable to include a nice variety of sissies who love frilly, girly clothes. I'll teach you how to be as sweet, or as naughty, as you need to be.

I'm becoming something of an expert at CBT but there's lots left for me to explore. There's room in my stable for adventurous boys who want to explore with me. There's nothing like new territory for excitement!

Sometimes I like to have R. get down on his hands and knees and use his tongue to clean my sexy pvc boots. I do a lot of walking and those stiletto heels do tend to get into everything! I'll use the those sessions to help you fulfill your craving to worship my gorgeous feet and legs, boots and shoes.

Now, just so we understand each other, R. is my man and I'm not looking to meet up with any others. But I want my stable so bad I can taste it. That's why I've arranged with some nice folks to be able to text you on your mobile. I'm so excited and I can't wait to begin your training!