Meanwhile, back at MY den of debauchery, everything was seemingly vanilla. Everything except my wife Summer, who was dressed like a little girl, and my new idol, Goddess Vanessa, who came over for brunch before both of them had a flight to catch.
The stuff that was coming out of her mouth, oh my word! About what she just did with her husband and her bull. I was blushing and covering my mouth.
Her wild tales became the inspiration for the last few posts I made, as she told Summer and I about her unique relationship in extreme detail. I was calling her "Goddess Vanessa" to her face, I was so impressed. I treated the two of them to Montreal smoked meat, eggs Benny! A truly luxurious dish.
When I served Vanessa she immediately said, "thank you Mistress Andrea, this looks divine." I responded with a, "you're welcome Goddess Vanessa," after hearing the descriptions of her playdate. I was actually feeling a little subby toward her, which is extremely rare for me these days.
From the couch in the living room, Russ even cocked his head in our direction, his arm lovingly wrapped around his baby-doll, Sarah Jane.
"You made him do WHAT?!" He shouted toward Vanessa, referring to something he overheard. "Good lord!" Russell said as he chuckled and tickled Sarah Jane who giggled in his arms.
Russ and Sarah Jane had become such a cute and blossoming little BDSM couple. They adored each other, that was evident. Today she wore over-the-knee socks of a senior schoolgirl, a role she had spent some time in now, slowly but confidently earning her gold stars of progression. She looked super cute. His palm rested on her bare thigh, the lovely void of exposed flesh between her socks and flirty, plaid skirt.
She still called Russ, "Daddy", but that was about to change. The next morning she was set to be promoted to the role of his slutty secretary, and she would now be addressing him as, “Sir".
I think they celebrated with one last night in her "little girl" bedroom. Sarah Jane was a bit torn, she knew "Sir" would be a welcome escape from stuffed animals and pink sheets, but she would ultimately miss her "Daddy", and the comfort that space provided for her.
I'm sure "Daddy" gave his little one a good “farewell for now.” By morning, her socks, kilts and Mary Janes would be replaced by pencil skirts, stockings and stilettos.
Meanwhile, it was just Cassandra and I alone in the bar, Summer and Vanessa left for work. You know what pairs perfectly with the richness and luxury of eggs Benny? Champagne!
After two glasses Cassie was offering me a lap dance and pole dance. I got comfortable on the couch to watch her sexy little frame, gyrate and sensually sway like a cobra.
She slowly stripped her top off, one arm at a time, followed by her little bra, before spinning her bare back into the pole.
Gawd she is sexy! As you can probably imagine, things escalated from there.
The Champs had gone right to my pussy, which tingled like the bubbly I continued to suckle off Cassie's nipples.
Cassandra begged to go down on me. She knows I like it when she flips to full blown submissive for me, even though her verbiage is not as eloquent and refined as her Mother, Bella.
"Please Mistress! Please may I taste your hot cunt!"
Trucker mouth...sheesh!
When her Mom goes down on me, she asks my permission like she's speaking to Queen Victoria in 1837.
What an eager little tongue though! Holy Christ did I ever cum.
In preparation for Sarah Jane's promotion, Cassie and I had spent the past few weeks converting a loft in my home, into a cool office space with a bit of a steampunk feel to it.
It served as a fantasy space for Boss / employee scenes for my clients who wished to be spanked by their a lady boss. I was letting Russ use the space to further train and condition Sarah Jane. The Secretary stage is one step closer to Sarah's ultimate goal of reaching the Upper Floor. When promoted to that illustrious rank, she would become a sex slave to multiple partners, couples and required to serve at large parties or events.
Russell and I both agreed that Sarah Jane would benefit from a mentor. Who better to join her in the office space than my beautiful Bella Goth? A woman of incomparable grace and elegance, who happens to be my owned sex slave and has already been promoted to the Upper Floor.
I can think of no better mentor for Sarah Jane to help her make the transition from a "little one" to a "big girl."
Of course these two will need a boss, Russell, to keep them in-line and on task. Bella and Sarah Jane will actually be doing work in this space. We have so much online content, client bookings, fetish sales and the fan sites for Summer and Vanessa to manage.
We'll see if Russell can manage these two with his firm leadership. I just hope he doesn't get too distracted, we actually have deliverables that need to be accomplished here.
Mistress Andrea
xoxo
Continued in: "Forced" Labour
2 comments:
Naughty secretaries are my favorite! Bent over desks, holes fucked, ass slapped and sent back to work with cum dripping from their pussy.
Yes! I 100% agree with you.
I have always enjoyed the visual appeal of the "damsel in distress" Secretary. The beautiful and artistic look of white rope bondage on their hosed legs and ankles, ending at her patent stilettos. Usually a cloth gag in her mouth and distressed look on her face. She must know a spanking is coming, followed by all of her holes being used.
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