A post from slave sarah
As I wrote about in my last post, I just spent the better part of two days in a BDSM jail cell, with my throbbing pussy locked into a chastity belt a majority of the time. I was only removed from my cell to be whipped or sexually used by my Master. It was a very heavy scene that spanned the two days of my captivity. I loved and hated it equally...
Master did some tender aftercare with me and took me to a room that also had a lockable cell door, but appeared much more comfortable than the previous space I was in.
Everything was pink and ruffled and adorable. Almost immediately I felt comforted in this space. I felt little and vulnerable. Russell sat me down and explained a new plan he had for me.
I was told that this space was the alternative to being in the stark and dank jail cell for my sessions, that this "little" space would be the first step in my age progression. It was made very clear to me that I would be required to wear crinkly diapers on occasion and I would be required to dress in extremely elaborate sissy attire, almost like a doll, with Mary Janes, ankle socks or even white tights.
Russell explained that his role would become a Daddy Dom and I would be his "little". I would have rules, boundaries and be protected and cared for while under Daddy's control. Consequences would no longer involve bondage apparatus and whippings, rather, I was told I would be given childish punishments like over-the-knee spanking, mouth soaping and timeouts. The diapers, the outfits and my new lifestyle when at the Facility, would be extremely humiliating, he went on to explain, before showing me little child's calendar on the wall.
Russell told me that through obedience, acceptance of my new role and good behaviour, I will earn gold stars on my calendar. It sounded like if I kneel and suck Daddy's cock for instance, and accept his cum into my mouth, then all cute-like, thank Daddy for his cum once I have swallowed it, I would earn a gold star on my chart.
If I achieve enough stars, I would be promoted in "age". From what I was told the next stage would involve me dressed as a schoolgirl in short tartan jumpers and skirts. There would be no more diapers used but discipline would now involve a cane, paddle and strap, not just a hand-spanking over Daddy's knee. My room would change and I would be attending the classroom upstairs, for many of my scenes.
Again, I would be subject to a system of either demerit points or gold stars, based on my submission, behaviour and obedience. Russell explained that after this stage, if I earn a promotion again, I enter an "older" schoolgirl role. Knee socks become thigh-highs or tights, my skirts become sluttier and shorter and my heels get higher.
The more he explained the more I was really starting to enjoy this concept of age progression. Apparently after the second schoolgirl look, I would become a slutty secretary and one step closer to what Russell was calling an Upper Floor sex slave, which I also liked the sounds of. If it's anything like the Upper Floor porn site where the girls are in those red and black seamed stockings, I'm all in! I'd love to be used like that and be that well trained.
This entire plan also involves demerit points. Ying and yang I guess. You can't have pleasure without pain, and there can't be gold stars without also having demerits. Russell explained to me that if demerit points were earned, I could be demoted down a rung, like suddenly regressing from schoolgirl, back into diapers and into the pink room for instance. If I was so naughty that I am demoted from the pink room, I end up back in the jail cell, left alone and only released to be flogged and aggressively fucked.
This was definitely the incentive I needed, before agreeing to all of this. I didn't want to end up in shackles, locked in that jail cell and left alone again. I seductively plopped my bare, recently whipped ass onto Russell's lap and he pulled me in for a lovely embrace.
I did my very best sucky and needy, baby-voice and for the first time, called Russell, "Daddy".
"What do you say we get you out of that chastity belt and into a comfy diaper little one?" He asked me.
Of course I purred back to him immediately, "yes Daddy."
After some time spent at the vanity table and mirror, and with Daddy coaching me on, I surprised even myself when my reflection suddenly involved ringlets a hair bow and heavy make-up.
It was nice to be rid of the clunky metal chastity belt but I was dreadfully humiliated when I had to adopt a diaper pose for my new Daddy. Like suddenly I was shy and modest?! This gorgeous man just spent two days violating all three of my fuck-holes with his penis. Pussy-to-mouth, ass-to-mouth and back again...yet this was the embarrassing part for me? Having to hold my legs wide and in the air while Daddy powders my pussy and anus, then slides a crinkly diaper under my tailbone.
I had to put on this hideous, ridiculous satin dress but I was relieved that it hid my diaper. Next came white knee socks and little doll heels in blue gingham.
This was a horrible and devious predicament I had just agreed to. My outfit and my new role was humiliating beyond belief, but the humiliation was only making my pussy wet and achy. The humiliation wasn't excruciating to the point that I would purposely act out and become demoted, just to be rid of these clothes. If I acted up I would be punished and surely end up naked, shackled and returned to the jail cell.
My only reprieve would be through promotion. Promotion away from these silly clothes and this dreadful role. For this I had to be a good girl for Daddy, and earn those gold stars on my chart! When his penis was produced a short time later, I wasted no time in going for gold! I'll be the best LG this DD has ever experienced!
"Ohhh Daddddddy!! It's so big." I purred to him as his cock began to swell in my little hand.
"Daddy, I love it when it grows in my mouth!" I continued on with my vulnerable, baby-voice.
Daddy was so gentle and caring with me. Not only did I earn a gold star that day, but also a pussy full of Daddy's cum!
slave sarah
xoxo
Continued in: Working from Home
the idea of age progression/regression is really interesting
ReplyDeletethe outfits worn by Sarah are really childish and humiliating
having to wear diapers is also very humiliating
An adult, corporate executive, soccer mom...being diapered. Very humiliating!
ReplyDeleteOk, maybe part of my previous posts jumped the gun a little. 😂 But I'm glad I wasn't the only one to think of it. Haha.
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