The Mad Scientist

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Any Given Sunday

Continued from: Almost Out of Time

[FLR] [HoH] [spanking] [F/ffm] [M/ff] [corner time]

One evening, not too long after New Years, I found young Skylar in the vanilla wing of the house, furiously typing away on her computer with that glazed-over, genius look in her eyes. "Skylar, honey?" I gently tapped at her door that was ajar, "may I come in?" 

We chatted for a bit, just a check-up really, to see how she is acclimating to the new environment and her new role at the Facility. She told me about her session with her old friend, Eesha, and how it was more of a fascinating science experiment for her than a kink. 

When I asked Skylar what she was so engrossed in on her computer, she simply replied that she was now enrolled in a Master's degree program - human psychology and sports psychology. I just shook my head in awe, as usual. I guess the doctorate she achieved already wasn't quite enough to fill up that beautiful mind of hers, she needed to cram some more knowledge in there. 

I kissed her on the tip of her nose, causing her to crinkle it and giggle. I told her that I was happy to have her with us, at the Facility, before turning to check my watch - I had set a family meeting down in the living room for tonight, so after another peck to Skylar's forehead, I left her to her studies and made my way downstairs.

The girls were already in their nighttime jammies, looking adorable as always, with their little elasticized cuffs and bare feet. 

Across from them on the other couch, Russell was working on his laptop, looking a wee bit frustrated. "What's the matter, Daddy?" I cooed to him as I embraced him from behind, looking over his shoulder at the screen. 

"What did you DO?!" I cried out in laughter, taking in the sight of a grotesque A.I. fail, of none other than me! Russell helps me with the A.I. artwork sometimes, he's better at it than I am, but in this case, something went wrong, look: 

"Well, I still look cute," I said to him, "can you crop out the extra body parts, and my feet?" 

"Much better, Daddy,” I patted him on the lap and turned my attention to Sarah Jane and Summer who were playing on their phones like a pair of teenagers. "Devices away girls," I commanded. "It's time for our family meeting." 

With four adults now living under one roof, it was more important than ever that we establish clear boundaries and expectations, that we maintain the delicate balance of power and authority that has served us so well in the past. This was the premise behind tonight’s meeting. 

"Girls," I said, my voice firm but gentle, "Daddy and I have something important to discuss with you." I pause, allowing the gravity of my words to sink in, before continuing. "As you know, this household operates on a very specific set of rules and guidelines, designed to ensure the happiness and wellbeing of all its members. And while we have perhaps been a bit lax in enforcing some of these rules in recent months, your Daddy and I have decided that it is time to reinstate one of our most important rituals: the weekly maintenance spanking." 

I saw a flicker of surprise cross Summer's face, quickly followed by a look of sheepish resignation. Beside her, Sarah Jane shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes darting nervously between me and Russell. 

"Now, as adult women, I know that neither of you are particularly fond of this aspect of our dynamic," I acknowledged, my tone softening slightly. "But the fact remains that it is an essential component of our lifestyle, one that helps to keep you both grounded and accountable. Your Daddy and I only want what is best for you two, even if it means some weekly tough love." 

I reached out, taking each of their hands in mine, squeezing gently in a gesture of reassurance. "We will begin tomorrow night, after Sunday dinner. And from here on out, every Sunday after that, you shall be informed where to report for your weekly dose of discipline. Understood?"

There was a moment of silence as the girls digested the news, their expressions ranging from resigned acceptance to obvious humiliation. But ultimately, they both nodded their agreement, their voices murmuring out a soft, "Yes, Mommy." 

As the girls filed out of the room, their heads bowed in thoughtful contemplation, I turned my attention to Russell. "Honey," I softly took his hand into mine, "there's one more thing. I would like for you to participate on Sunday's too. Sometimes, you may be asked to spank one or both of the girls yourself, or we’ll each take a girl to a separate room." 

"Before and after each spanking," I continue, "the girls will be required to spend some time in the corner, reflecting on their behaviours of the week. During this time, I would like for them to be in the living room, together, facing opposing walls with their bums bare. This will give them the space they need to process their emotions, while allowing you and I to keep an eye on them."

"The important thing about these maintenance sessions though, is that each spanking be a one-on-one affair, a private moment between you or I and the girl in question. This allows for a level of intimacy and vulnerability that simply cannot be achieved in a group setting. I'll afford Sarah the same privacy, if I happen to be administering her maintenance."

Russell nodded in understanding, but before he could speak, I hit him with a little surprise that I don't think he was expecting, given his current role in our dynamic. 

"When it comes to your own maintenance, young man, I think it's best if we keep things private. The girls don't need to hear their Daddy getting his bare bottom thrashed over my knee, now do they?" 

"That's why Monday evenings will be perfect for you, let me tell you why..."

To be continued...

Thank you again to all of my loyal fans, new and old. Things got and are about to get a little busy IRL. I'll try to post when I can. 

Let me see if I can get a video to work here, stand by...

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: The Mad Scientist

 

Almost out of Time

Continued from: Floating on a Cloud

[M/f] [F/mf] [chastity] [submissive] [FLR] [voyeur] [humiliation] 

A Sarah Jane story

Oh my goodness, I simply couldn't resist the opportunity to tantalize Daddy just a teensy bit! With the keys still clutched in my hand, I decided to prolong the suspense, to draw out the anticipation until it was almost unbearable. I remained resplendent in my little girl finery, the pink dress and knee socks a stark contrast to the decidedly adult game we were about to play. 

Slipping off my panties with a sly smile, I bared my sweetest assets, letting the warm bathroom air caress my skin. Then, with dramatic flair, I dangled the chastity keys directly over my quivering pussy, the metal glinting in the soft light like a wicked promise. 

My heart raced as I tested the waters even further, my voice dripping with desire. "Kneel down, Daddy, and crawl to the keys." The words hung in the room like a challenge, a dare to see how far he'd go to claim his freedom and maybe me. 

I knew, of course, that this little display might come at a cost later on, a stern reprimand - perhaps even a taste of Daddy's belt - but oh, the thrill of it was simply too delicious to resist! 

Daddy wouldn't do this to me, I'm his babygirl! But...on the other hand, what if I...I want him to? 

The scene unfolded like a decadent fantasy, every second a testament to the unbridled passion that coursed through our unique little household. Daddy's eager form crept closer, his hungry gaze fixed on the tantalizing keys dangling above my bared femininity. 

His lips eventually reached the prize, closing around the keys with such softness, as if savouring the promise of freedom. But I, the cunning little minx, had other plans. With a saucy chuckle, I whisked the keys away, returning them to their nest around my neck. And in the same fluid motion, I left his mouth hovering above my exposed pussy, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine. Yet another move that will most likely land me here...

My words dripped with seductive sweetness as I issued the ultimatum: "If you want to be unlocked, Daddy, you'll have to make me cum first." The challenge hung in the air, a gauntlet thrown down between us. Would he rise to the occasion, or remain trapped in his golden prison? 

As I succumbed to the expert ministrations of Daddy's tongue, my gaze wandered upward, my rolling eyes attempting to lock on to the bedside clock. Time seemed to warp and bend, stretching out the moments into an eternity of bliss. But even as I lost myself in the swirling vortex of pleasure, I remained acutely aware of the ticking seconds, counting down the remaining minutes of my allotted 45.

Meanwhile, Daddy's skilled mouth worked its magic, lavishing attention upon my sensitive clit and occasionally straying south to graze against my puckered asshole. The dual sensations combined in a crescendo of delight, threatening to overwhelm my senses at any moment. And then, suddenly, I was there - clawing at the bedding, my cries echoing through the room as I tumbled over the edge into a soul-shattering climax. 

For one fleeting instant, I forgot about keys, chastity cages, and D/s dynamics - and simply reveled in the pure, unadulterated joy of simply feeling alive. 

The aftermath of my orgasmic explosion left me in a haze of euphoria, my limbs limp and languid as a rag doll. I managed a feeble giggle, still reeling from the aftershocks, and carefully plucked the keys from around my neck. "Good boy," I cooed, presenting them to Daddy with an air of mock ceremony. The moment those golden keys touched the lock, his entire demeanour transformed - a subtle shift from supplicant to conqueror. 

In a flash, his meaty hands closed around my throat, the pressure firm yet playful, a gentle reminder of his dominance. 

Before I could process the sudden change in atmosphere, he dragged me forward, my body surrendering to his will as my head tilted off the side of the bed, my mouth gaping open in surprise. And then, without warning, he filled me with his magnificent cock, the sudden invasion sparking a fresh wave of arousal within me. 

As he began to fuck my throat with slow deliberate strokes, I felt my senses spinning into overdrive once more - trapped in a whirlpool of pleasure and submission, with Daddy now firmly at the helm. 

I played along, feigning resistance as I squirmed and wriggled beneath him, pretending to protest the invasive attentions. It was all a delicious charade, of course - for I secretly reveled in the mastery he exerted over me. Still, I had to maintain the illusion, if only for the sheer thrill it brought me. So I kicked my little knee socks, my legs flailing wildly as I attempted to break free from his grasp. 

That's when Daddy decided to correct me, his broad palm flashing downward to deliver a sharp smack directly onto my pussy. The sting was exquisite, followed by a flush of arousal that threatened to consume me whole. "Bad girl!" he scolded, his deep voice resonant with amusement. 

When the face fucking paused, Daddy asked me the whereabouts of my head harness and bit gag - the one with the delectable leather reins. I hesitated for a fraction of a second, still reeling from my pussy being smacked, before scrambling to obey. A sharp motivational slap on my bare bum helped spur me along, and I hastened to fetch the gag from the nightside drawer. 

Returning with the contraption in hand, I watched in vulnerable fascination as Daddy roughly divested me of my pretty pink dress, leaving me clad in nothing but knee socks and Mary Janes. The cool air caressed my skin as he set to work fastening the strict bit into my mouth, the supple leather harness creaking softly as he buckled it around my face. 

The thrill of surrender washed over me as Daddy grasped the reins attached to my bit harness, deftly guiding me upward onto the bed. His firm tug on the leather straps ensured my head remained up and alert, my back arching deeply as I assumed the requisite pose on all fours. 

Daddy's rhythmic pounding had me in a state of utter abandon, with my poor tits flopping about beneath me. The motion was so vigorous, so unrelenting, that I found myself drooling shamelessly onto the bedding, the bit gag and harness ensuring my humiliation was complete. 

Yet, perversely, I reveled in this debased state, my inner little girl squealing with glee at the sheer audacity of it all. Clad in nothing but my innocent white knee socks and glossy Mary Janes, I must have presented a ridiculous spectacle - a vision of contradictions, equal parts innocence and depravity. And still, I wouldn't have traded this sublime sensation for the world. 

Just as I was reaching the pinnacle of pleasure, the unmistakable sound of heels clicking on the floor echoed outside the door from down the hallway, signaling the imminent arrival of Mistress Andrea. I could feel the flurry of butterflies in my tummy in anticipation of her reaction to our little scene. 

Without warning she just strode into the room, her piercing gaze swept over us, taking in the entirety of the debauched, compromising activity before her. 

Daddy, ever the attentive servant to her will, subtly canted my reins to the left, forcing my head to turn toward Mistress and face her, as I continued to receive his furious fucking. Mistress simply folded her arms across her chest, her gaze fixed intently on her wristwatch - a stern reminder that our allotted time was rapidly dwindling. 

And then, in a flash of imperious authority, Mistress decreed her expectations: "You better cum into her pussy, Daddy," she drawled, her words sending lightning bolts of unexpected arousal directly to my core. "You're almost out of time."

I groaned into my gag like I've never groaned before, based on what Mistress just unexpectedly said. It was the hottest thing I've ever heard, and my pussy clenched down on Daddy instantly as I braced myself for orgasm. At the same time, with a final brutal stroke, Daddy unleashed his pent-up fury within me, his cock erupting in a frenzy of hot jizz and lust.

"Oh gawd!" I thought to myself," shrieking into my gag as I climaxed. "I need to ask Mommy to raise my allowance!" 

Sarah Jane 💗

Continued in: Any Given Sunday

Floating on a Cloud

Continued from: I Don't Want This!

[F/f] [F/m] [M/f] [lezdom] [HoH] [FLR] [chastity] [spanking] [tease denial] [DDLG] [age regression] [MDLG] [Daddy] [Mommy]

A Sarah Jane story

It was a frigid Tuesday morning when I tiptoed into our bedroom at Mistress Andrea's Facility, my blonde pigtails bouncing with each step. I was carrying a tray with a steaming cup of coffee and some fruit. It would be a lovely surprise for my sleepy Daddy, who was still snuggled under the covers. 

I couldn't resist giving him a gentle wake-up call, singing out in my sweetest tone, "good morning, Daddy! Rise and shine!" 

As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, I set the tray down beside him and leaned in for a gentle peck on the lips. My bright blue jammies, adorned with fluffy white clouds, seemed to match the cheerful atmosphere I was floating on. Little did I know, this innocent start to the day would unfold into something far more scandalous... 

Daddy sat up on the bed as I playfully flopped down into his warm spot, a sly grin spreading across my face. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of trouble we might get up to today. Summer was away at work, that Skylar girl had gone home to study for something, and Mistress was downstairs in the kitchen. All alone...with "Mommy" and "Daddy" all to myself? I thought. 

As Daddy reached for the coffee I playfully swatted his hand away, teasing him with a giggle. "Oh, no you don't, Daddy! Not until you've given me a proper morning kiss!" 

Mmm, those special Daddy kisses! He had me out of my jammy bottoms in no time, as I removed my top, leaving me in my sockies only, as his lips travelled the length of my bare bum. My heart skipped a delightful beat as he reached to part my ass cheeks, his gentle kisses transforming into deep licks. I let out a contented sigh, my back arching deeper as his tongue penetrated my little pucker. 

Each kiss, each lick, was a masterful blend of adoration and desire, rendering me helpless against the tide of arousal rising within me. I began to slowly masturbate, swirling two of my fingers over my clit as I could feel my ass peeking open, now being fucked by Daddy's tongue. 

As the pressure built, I barely got my ask out in a shriek of desperation, "may I cum please, Daddy?!" Right before the dam broke, as I was given his permission at the last second, I violently orgasmed onto my fingers. My body trembled, my heart raced, and I let out a series of sweet, surrendering squeaks as the waves of orgasm crashed through me. I wanted to be fucked so badly in that very moment!

Alas, as delightful as this morning interlude was, I knew it was only a taste of the forbidden fruit - for, as we all know, Mommy's wise rules dictate that Daddy's cock remains safely secured within its chastity prison. 

I cleaned myself off my fingers, as I am required to do post-orgasm, then finally emerged from our cozy little cocoon as Daddy headed for the shower. I chose an outfit that was playful and darling, a pink dress covered in sprightly florals. To complete the look, I added a pair of crisp white knee socks and Mary Janes. As I twirled in the mirror, my pigtails bouncing with each rotation, I couldn't help but giggle at the sheer absurdity of it all. What other forty-something year-old woman gets to spend their morning like this, receiving special Daddy kisses, dressing like a little girl? *giggle*

I made my way to the living room, where Mommy was, her warm smile greeted me, and I hastened to give her a tender kiss on the lips. "Good morning, Mommy!" I chimed, scanning her features to see if she could taste me on her lips. She smiled indulgently, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she no doubt just heard me cumming, from upstairs. 

"Good morning, little one," she replied, while sliding her tongue over her lips that I just kissed. "Would you be a dear and unload and load the dishwasher for me?" she asked, her tone soft and gentle. 

"Yes, Mommy," I nodded, my eyes downcast in submission.

I wasn't exactly thrilled about being tasked with domestic chores. But, alas, as a dutiful little slave to both Mommy and Daddy, I knew better than to express any dissent. After all, I'd learned the hard way that disobedience would earn me a stern reprimand and a sound spanking over Mommy's knee - or worse, across Daddy's knee. 

Ugh, just the thought of it made my tummy swirl with bittersweet butterflies! I recalled the last time I'd earned a spanking, my tears and sniffles mingling with the scent of Mommy's perfume, as she scolded Summer and I for our misbehaviour and silliness. The sting of her hairbrush on my tender bottom still lingered in my memory, a potent reminder to behave myself and follow orders in this new dynamic. 

With a heavy sigh, I finished the dishes, scrubbing away the last remnants of last night's dinner from the plates. I dried my hands on a nearby towel and took a deep breath, steeling myself for the inevitable reporting of my task completion to Mommy. 

I made my way back to the living room, where Mommy sat serenely, her piercing blue eyes watching me with an unnerving intensity. 

I dropped to my hands and knees before her, my heart racing with a mix of trepidation and devotion. I lowered my body to kiss each of her sleek high heels, my lips making contact with the patent leather. "All done, Mommy," I reported, looking up at her with what I hoped was an endearing expression. 

A warm smile spread across her face, and she extended a manicured hand, beckoning me to rise. I took her hand, feeling a jolt of electricity run through me as she led me toward her private office. What secrets did she have in store for me, in that strict and private space? Would it be a lesson in obedience, or perhaps a reward for my diligent efforts?

My heart skipped a beat as Mommy produced a glinting key from the cleavage of her breasts, the tiny metal shape dangling precariously from a necklace. She strode purposefully to the imposing safe in the corner of the room, unlocking it and opening it with a clank.

I watched transfixed, as she rummaged inside, finally emerging with a delicate golden key duo. These were no ordinary keys though - these were the coveted keys to Daddy's chastity cage! My pulse quickened as Mommy approached me, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Thank you for doing the dishes, little one," she cooed, depositing the keys into my waiting palm. "Here's your allowance." 

The cool metal seemed to thrum with possibilities as I wrapped my fingers around them, my mind racing with all the wicked delights I could orchestrate with this newfound power. 

"You have 45 minutes with the keys, huni, to do as you wish," Mommy announced, her voice low and sultry. Oh, the things I could accomplish in three-quarters of an hour! I could hardly contain my squeals of glee as I envisioned the tantalizing scenarios unfolding in my mind. 

Would I tease him mercilessly, or grant him release from his cage? One thing was certain: the next 45 minutes would be a whirlwind of delicious debauchery, with yours truly holding the reins, or so I thought. 

As I skipped into the bathroom, a vision of sugar and spice, I caught sight of Daddy emerging from the shower, droplets of water clinging to his powerful physique like diamonds. 

My breath did an intake, snagged by the glinting gold chastity cage encasing his penis, a constant reminder of Mommy's ultimate authority in this place. 

A saucy grin spread across my lips as I held out the precious keys, taunting him with the promise of release. 

"Oh, Daddy!" I teased, my voice a honeyed purr, "Mommy gave me my allowance for the week!" 

I turned seductively, the rustle of my dress a mere accompaniment to the main event. Reaching beneath the hem, I pulled my panties down. His strong hands wasted no time, grasping my ass cheeks with firm intent, massaging and slapping at them with possessive fervor. 

I felt his meaty hands spreading my bum cheeks, exposing my perfectly pink little princess parts. Leaning back slightly, I cooed up at him, my tone husky with invitation. "Is this what you want, Daddy?" 

The words hung in the air like a promise, a dare, and a surrender...all at once. Yet, I was still holding the reins, for now.  

Sarah Jane 💗

Almost out of Time