Alice: Through the Looking Glass

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Mind Games

Continued from: First Time

[lezdom] [F/ff] [forced bi] [CNC]

A Sarah Jane story

Oh my goodness, Daddy! The whipping resumed, and I let out a tiny squeal as Mistress Andrea's lash struck my bare bottom once more. "Get back to work, little one!" she hissed, her voice stern but amused. 

I hastily returned my attention to Mandy's awaiting pussy, my nose nestling against her slickened asshole, as I began to lap at her tender folds with my tongue. 

The sensation was surreal, to say the least - I'd never gone down on a woman before, and the fact that I was being forced to do so, now made my mind reel with confusion and shame. But Mistress Andrea's encouragement (if you could call it that) kept me going. "Faster, deeper, slut! Make her cum!" she urged, interspersing her commands with occasional lashes of the whip. I winced with each strike, but my tongue kept moving, driven by a mix of fear and curiosity. 

As I worked Mandy's pussy, I couldn't help but think about how impossible this scenario would've seemed just a few months ago. Me, a suburban mom and wife, licking out another woman while being whipped by a Dominatrix? It was the stuff of fantasy novels, not real life. And yet, here I was, my tongue buried deep in Mandy's cunt, coaxing her toward climax. 

Mandy's breathing grew ragged, her hips bucking against my face as she began to beg Mistress Andrea for permission to orgasm. "Please, Ma'am...may I cum!?" she panted, her voice laced with desperation. 

I glanced up at Mistress Andrea, whose eyes gleamed with excitement. "Not yet, Mandy," she teased, her whip cracking down on my bare bum once more. "Sarah needs to convince me that she loves being a lezzie dyke." 

With a surge of determination, I redoubled my efforts, my tongue dancing across Mandy's clit as I continued to be whipped on the bum. Mandy's pleas grew more frantic, her body trembling with need as she begged again. "Please, Ma'am...please may I cum?" she whimpered, her hips jerking against my face. 

Mistress Andrea's response was immediate and direct. "Sarah Jane, place your tongue inside her asshole," she commanded, her voice firm and unyielding. "And use your fingers to manually masturbate her." 

I hesitated for only a moment and I was instantly whipped. Mistress held the crop poised above my bottom, waiting to deliver another stroke if I did not comply. With a deep breath, I carefully inserted my tongue into Mandy's bum hole, feeling the ring of muscle constrict around it. 

At the same time, I slipped two fingers into her pussy, finding her engorged clit with my thumb, and began to stroke it gently. 

Mandy's reaction was instantaneous. Her body began to shake and tremble, her asshole involuntarily clenching and releasing around my tongue in rhythmic pulses. I felt of rush of humiliation mixed with excitement as I realized I was about to experience something truly unique - the sensation of being gripped by Mandy's anus as she came. 

"Mistress, please..." Mandy screamed aloud, her voice partially muffled into the bedding. 

Mistress Andrea smiled, a cruel glint in her eye. "Very well, slut. You may cum for me." 

The dam burst and Mandy's orgasm flooded through her body. Her asshole contracted around my tongue, squeezing it tightly as her pussy pulsed against my fingers. I felt a wave of heat wash over me, mingling with humiliation and arousal in equal measure.

As Mandy's orgasm subsided, she thanked Mistress Andrea in a quivering voice, her body still trembling with aftershocks. With a gentle hand around her bicep, Mistress directed Mandy to stand in the corner and face the wall, her high heels clicking against the floor as she teetered precariously. 

Meanwhile, I found myself draped over Mistress Andrea's knee, my bottom lifted and ready for punishment. I was previously whipped and beaten into performing sexual acts on Mandy, Daddy! I didn't want to lick her pussy, but the whipping was relentless. Now, I was about to be punished for it. It was a complete mind-fuck...and I was loving it.

"You naughty little dyke slut," she scolded, her hand coming down in a series of sharp slaps. "What would your husband think if he saw you kissing and licking another woman's asshole?" 

Each spank stung, but I knew I deserved it. "I'm sorry, Ma'am," I wailed, my tears flowing freely. "I'm sorry for being such a slutty lesbian!" 

Mistress Andrea's spanking slowed, her hand pausing mid-air as she grabbed my hair with a jerking motion of amusement and disappointment. "You know why you're being punished, don't you, Sarah Jane?" she asked, her voice tinged with playful strictness. 

I sniffled, my nose running as I nodded vigorously. "Y-yes, Ma'am. Because I went down on Mandy, and kissed her asshole, and...and..." My words trailed off as Mistress Andrea's arm began to move again, spanking me with renewed vigor. 

"Oh, no, sweetie," she corrected, her tone gentle despite the firmness of her smacks. "It's not because of what you did. It's because you enjoyed it! You liked the way it felt, didn't you?" 

My face flushed crimson as I nodded again, unable to deny the truth. Yes, I had liked it. I had loved every humiliating, shameful moment of it. And that was the greatest sin of all - embracing my own desires, no matter how taboo they might be. 

The rest of the evening was a blur of ropes, restraints, and ravishing pleasures. Mandy and I were "encouraged" to embark on a journey of discovery, exploring each other's bodies with tongues, fingers, and eventually, a strap-on. 

As I look back on that night, I'm filled with gratitude towards Mistress Andrea, for pushing me beyond my comfort zone and for pushing me towards you, Daddy! You always know just what to say to make me feel safe and loved.

Now, if you'll excuse me everyone, I think I need to go ask "Mommy" for my weekly allowance. My favourite pacifier needs a good sucking, don't you think, Daddy? 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Alice: Through the Looking Glass

 

First Time

Continued from: Mistress Andrea's Gift

[F/ff] [forced bi] [CNC] [slaves] [lezdom]

I just had the girls down in the basement sex dungeon for the past few hours, while Russell was at work. (Sorry, Russell! Not sorry...hehe)

And by "the girls", I'm not just referring to Summer and Sarah Jane. We were pleased to welcome our beloved Mandy into the dynamic too! She had requested a session about a week ago and I was finally able to get her some private time with us, not quite expecting that Summer and Sarah would be joining in too. *giggle. 

Omg, there was so much vagina! 

Despite the shrieks of pain and the echoing pleas of "noooo, please don't make us do that, Ma'am," I think the girls had a blast of a session. You see, they all commiserated beforehand and asked for CNC (consensual non-consent) play. The type of play where they fantasize that all the sexual acts are against their will, that they need to be whipped and tortured to perform them, and that they are captive slaves in this sadistic dungeon. 

We had such a good time in fact, that I asked Sarah Jane if she wanted to post about how it all went down. Much to my surprise she said no, but very quickly offered to write about her very first time with Mandy, the first time she was "forced" to perform sexual acts on another woman. Ok...this sounds like fun too. 

Before I give her the floor here, a few housekeeping matters from the last post that needed to be addressed. If you remember, I sent sissy alice to a professional disciplinarian to experience his very first spanking over the knee of a wonderful woman. Also, it was his first time dressing not as a "he", but as a "she", in front of someone else, as I sent alice to her session dressed like a little girl. 

Then, to amplify his humiliation even more, I made sissy alice write a full blog post about the intimate and vulnerable details of his spanking. During that post, he made this comment: 

It struck me that I was not just there for myself, but I was representing Mistress Andrea. I wanted to do her proud in front of Lady Jose and make this an experience of a lifetime. 

Yes, you were representing ME! 

Later on in that post he then said this: 

Positioning myself, head down and straddling her lap, Lady Jose started playing my red bum like a drum, with the spatula and bath brush, and I was so humiliated I hate to say I started giggling. I couldn’t help it! Those sorts of situations sometimes make me laugh uncontrollably, it’s the nerves. Lady Jose didn’t like that, slapping harder I was told, “this is not supposed to be funny alice, this is supposed to be humiliating!”  

To which I commented on that post: 

Ummm...ya. Once again, probably not a good idea, alice. You and I are going to have a little "chat" about this part!!!

So...alice and I had our "chat". 

"I'm sorry for giggling during my spanking, Lady Jose," is what's written on those pages. 

100 lines, followed by 30 minutes in timeout, in the corner.

While alice was in the corner, I sent all pages of the lines and the timeout photograph to Lady Jose, then I myself, apologized to her, on behalf of this silly sissy... 

A pleasant and graceful response from her: "Alice did well by writing the lines, I trust her not doing it again."

...and alice will be booking a follow-up session with Lady Jose, to once again be spanked in the coming months. Spoiler alert, alice, you will be introduced to the cane during this next session.

Just a little housekeeping, that's all. Take it away Sarah Jane. 

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My First Time 

Preface

It is probably rather cruel to write a story like this for Daddy, when I know Mistress Andrea has his penis locked in a chastity cage. I know I'll probably be spanked for writing this in such lewd and erotic detail, I'll probably get a whuppin' with Daddy's belt...but...we're gonna do this anyway. Please enjoy, everyone. (sawry, Daddy 👅) 

A Sarah Jane Story  

What a night it was, Daddy! Mistress Andrea decided to treat us to a fancy dinner, just the three of us, at an exclusive restaurant in town. She dressed us up like dolls, putting Mandy in a ravishing red cocktail dress that showcased her curves perfectly, and me in a sleek black number that accentuated my bum and tits. 

But of course, our elegance wasn't complete without a subtle touch of humiliation - Mistress insisted we wear our collars in public, a discreet yet unmistakable symbol of our submission to her. 

As we sipped champagne and savoured each bite of our exquisite meal, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement mixed with nervousness, Mandy and I exchanged demure glances, both of us aware that this refined evening was merely a precursor to the debauchery that awaited us back at the Facility. 

Throughout dinner, I stole peeks at Mandy's cleavage, her lips, her pretty features, my mind wandering to the possibilities of what might unfold later with this suburban soccer mom. Would Mistress command us to kiss? To touch? The uncertainty was delicious, heightening my arousal as I nibbled on my food. 

I'm not into girls...but I found myself growing increasingly...damp. My delicate black panties, adorned with tiny lace and satin bows, were no match for my naughty thoughts. I couldn't help but imagine Mandy's reactions if Mistress forced me to pleasure her - the soft gasps, the fluttering eyelashes, the gentle trembles...

My fantasy was interrupted by Mistress's piercing gaze, her eyes locking onto mine with unnerving intensity. She knew, Daddy. She always knows when I'm getting too carried away. 

"Give me your panties, right here, right now!" She hissed, with a subtle crook of her finger as she motioned my hand beneath the tablecloth. My heart skipped a beat as I hesitated, my fingers trembling slightly as I reached for the hem of my dress. Slowly, I arched my bum off my seat and extracted my soaked panties, trying to conceal them from prying eyes. 

But Mistress would have none of that. "Show us, Sarah Jane," she purred, her voice low and commanding. 

With a flush rising to my cheeks, I reluctantly held open my panties, the gusset gleaming with my arousal. Mandy's eyes widened in surprise, a hint of fascination dancing across her features. I felt like a naughty little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. 

"I-I'm so sorry, Mistress," I stammered, my apology tumbling out in a rush. "I don't want to do this!" I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat, my face aflame with embarrassment as Mistress's eyebrow arched higher, unaffected by my mock resistance. 

"And what about you, slut? Shall we look at your panties too?" Mistress snapped her head towards Mandy, who inhaled and clutched a fist of tablecloth into her palm.

"No, please Ma'am, not here," she protested, no doubt feeling the saturation of her own panties and dreading the prospect of having to reveal such shameful arousal. 

Mistress Andrea's words dripped with seduction and menace, as she explained how the rest of the night would go down. My insides twisted with excitement and fear, as her threats of whipping and beating us into submission, hung in the air like a tantalizing mist. I shot Mandy a sly glance, noticing the faint blush rising to her cheeks, as Mistress Andrea outlined our impending "persuasion." 

When the three of us got back to the mansion, The Facility as it's known, it was deathly quiet. I half expected to be taken to the basement sex dungeon in shackles, but the minute we got in the door, Mistress ordered us to strip fully naked, leaving only our collars and high heels in place.

With practiced ease, Mistress Andrea blindfolded Mandy and I, heightening our senses and raising goosebumps across our skin. We were sat side-by-side, shoulder-to-should, as Mistress guided our shoulders back, bare breasts thrust forward and hands resting in our laps in a sharp, alert posture.   

I could hear each of her heel clicks across the floor as she bustled about the room, setting things up for our session. I heard her start a fire, followed by the powerful scent of wood smoke reaching my nostrils. Unconsciously, I found myself leaning slightly to my left, my bare arm pressing into Mandy's, as if to seek some safety from her warm skin.  

It was a short-lived moment of comfort however, for Mandy was snatched away by Mistress, taken from her seated position and led away stumbling. I could only hear her staggered high heel clicks and Mistress's firm command, "get over here!" 

My chest fluttered in surprise, as I felt a leash being attached to my collar and pulled in an upward direction, ushering me to my feet. With a gentle tug forward and still unable to see, I teetered on my high heels, taking shallow, shaky steps forward. 

I was temporarily blinded by the light of the room, when Mistress finally removed my blindfold, and I found myself standing at the edge of a bed. My gaze refocused, and I caught the sight of Mandy, fully naked save for her heels and collar, positioned in a downward dog pose on the bed. Her plump bottom was thrust upward into the air, her flawless asshole was poised and presented like an offering. 

I was so confused, I didn't want this. I had a safeword to use but didn't use it...why was the sight of her pussy and bottom hole making my mouth water?! What was happening to me? 

I tried to protest, Daddy, really I did! But Mistress Andrea wasn't having it. 

"I'm not a lesbian, Ma'am." I exclaimed, attempting to sound convincing. But my words fell flat, and Mistress simply raised an eyebrow. Before I knew it, her whip cracked against my bare bum, the sting making me yelp in surprise. 

Spaghetti is straight too, until it gets wet! *giggle

"You'll do as you're told, little one," she said sternly. "Now, get up on the bed behind Mandy." 

I hesitated for a moment, my face burning with shame. But another lash of the whip convinced me to scramble onto the bed, my heart racing with anxiety. As I settled into position behind Mandy, my face inches from her asshole, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Embarrassment, arousal, and a dash of fear all swirled together in a toxically exhilarating cocktail. 

I waited with bated breath, as Mandy looked back at me, almost reassuringly but just as embarrassed as I was. What would Mistress have me do next? Would I be able to obey, or would my humiliation prove too much to bear and safeword out of the scene. 

I remember the exact moment when Mistress whipped me once more and issued her next command. 

"Kiss her hello, Sarah Jane," she said, her voice low and husky. "Tell her how pretty she is." 

My heart sank as I realized what she meant. I was to greet Mandy's bare asshole as if it were her lips, French-kissing it with all the passion and intimacy I would reserve for a romantic partner...a lover. The thought alone made my stomach turn with humiliation, but I knew better than to disobey. 

Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward, my lips puckering up to meet Mandy's waiting bum hole. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the indignity of the situation, and planted a sloppy kiss on her tender pucker. As my tongue darted out to explore her hole, I forced myself to utter words of adoration, trying to sound sincere despite my mortification. 

"Hello, Mandy," I murmured, my words muffled against her ass. "You're so beautiful, Mandy." 

Ugh, the phrase made my innards roil with embarrassment.

As I continued to make out with Mandy's asshole, I felt my face flaming with shame. This was a whole new level of debasement, Daddy, one that left me squirming with discomfort. And yet, beneath the surface of my humiliation, I detected a spark of excitement, a twisted sense of thrill that came from pushing my boundaries and exploring the depths of my submission. 

Daddy...sigh...I was hooked! 

Shall I continue the story, Daddy? 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Mind Games

 

 
  

Mistress Andrea's Gift

Continued from: Spanked by Lady Jose

[M/f] [spanking] [OTK] [strapping] [sissy] [feminization]

I am pleased to report that not only did Lady Jose permit me to post about her services and the session she had with sissy alice, but she also said she liked it! And, a little icing on the cake, she liked my content enough to share it on her social medias and with Miss Sarah Gregory!! I'm freaking out right now. Star-struck!

Let's see if, in equal measure, Lady Jose likes alice's version of events.

The following, was written and illustrated by sissy alice. It is titled: 

Mistress Andrea's Gift

I woke up with a start, wide awake, nervously grabbing my phone and checking the time, it was only 05:46.  I am always paranoid about oversleeping on days when big things happen and boy was today a big day!  Today I was going to be spanked for real.

I had been looking forward to this day for a while now, the first appointment was delayed due to sickness which only added to the anticipation, but finally it was here. 

Not only was this going to be my very first IRL spanking, but it was really the first time I had been face to face with someone in real life not pretending to be a boy but being my real self, as alice. Add onto that my appointment was with a renowned international disciplinarian as well and you can understand my excitement and nerves!

It started a couple of months before, Mistress had been keen to have me experience a real life spanking and had found Lady Jose after a little research. The first thing I knew about it was an email from Mistress getting me to fill in an application form, which was really exciting! Thankful to Mistress who helped me fill it in, and before long I had emailed Lady Jose with my application, nervously hoping I would be accepted.

Before long Lady Jose came back and accepted, and the date was set. My outfit for the spanking was outlined and approved by Mistress. I was to be dressed like a “little girl” for my spanking. The outfit had been prepared and hanging in my discipline corner for the past few days, ready for the session, a constant reminder of the humiliation I was about to endure.   

Mistress had been teasing me about the approaching day, making sure it was always on my mind. Mind you, I think I would have been thinking about it without the teasing but it added to the mix of emotions swirling inside me, feeding the giant butterflies in my tummy.

Some of the last advice from Mistress the night before was to “remember my manners, stand feet together, eyes downcast. Remember to curtsy if required and address Lady Jose with the respect she deserves." I was to be a demure and dainty young lady. 

It struck me that I was not just there for myself, but I was representing Mistress Andrea. I wanted to do her proud in front of Lady Jose and make this an experience of a lifetime.

I made sure to shower well, shave everywhere I needed to (legs, clitty, armpits, chest, face). I had made sure to save my hygiene cleaning for this morning so that my locked clitty was as clean and presentable as it could have been.

For discretion it was agreed I would arrive at Lady Jose’s studio in “boy mode”, but that was not a problem, I could wear a boy's tracksuit bottom and top over my real clothes. I set about putting on my nails, and making sure to apply a touch of make up (mascara, eyeshadow, just a hint of blush on my cheeks), before putting on my lingerie and dress. The cuffs and choker, along with my wig and Mary Jane heels would go into a bag for transport.

By the time I was dressed and ready it was…oh, I was ready about 4 hours early, lol. Ok, so maybe I need to dampen my excitement a little.  

I managed to see out time to 2 hours remaining, before deciding to leave. It was only a 1 hour drive but I didn't want any chance of being late.  

Typically the journey could not have gone better, and with about 10 mins drive left, and over an hour before I needed to be there, I pulled into a service station for a nature break and a nice canadiacano* 🇨🇦 coffee.  

*Sorry America, it sucks when things named after you are just randomly renamed, right?

I'm not sure what sissy is referencing here. Maybe a stab at numb-nuts in the U.S., trying to rename the Gulf of Mexico? 

In which case, I propose that we start calling the Great Lakes, the Great Canadian Lakes!

After finding parking and walking past Lady Jose’s place once and round the block to waste a few more minutes, I finally pushed on the door to her place and entered, no going back now, alice!

Lady Jose was so welcoming, and incredibly gorgeous! I mean wow, She was dressed in a satin green dress, the shape of which teases glimpses of the hosiery and garter belt underneath. Beautiful pearls around her neck and black heels adorned her feet. She looked amazing, but it was her smile that really caught my attention.   

A smile like that goes such a long way. Her warm greeting helped put me a little at ease as I scanned the room.

Part of the room was made out as a living room, a chaise lounge, small ornate coffee table and other chairs, along with pictures on the wall and a dressing table. I spotted a bench on the left that adorned a number of spanking implements, and on the coffee table lay a couple more.  

Carefully placed to catch the eye, but not totally in your face. It was so well visualized, the whole room.  

Quality implements, Lady Jose. Well done! That's one element that truly makes a difference in a discipline session. 

I was offered a coffee and asked if I would like to chat first or change. I opted to get out of my boy costume so went round to the toilet and stripped off my disguise.  

My heart was thumping now, I could hear Lady Jose and the click click click of her heels getting things ready, and with one final deep breath I stepped out to face someone in real life...as alice.

I was taken aback at how complementary Lady Jose was to me, she absolutely adored my outfit and kept telling me how pretty I looked - me, pretty! If I wasn’t blushing before I was now! We sat down and talked, about me, about Mistress and such, how I got into kink. It was friendly, welcoming and helped me settle in.  

All of the scene had been discussed between Mistress Andrea and Lady Jose in advance, but it was nice to clarify and agree on what was going to happen. We also agreed on a safe word system (red/amber/green) and before I knew it Lady Jose smiled, sat up that little bit straighter and said those wonderful words.

“So alice, are you ready for your spanking?”

I was sent to stand against the wall that would be, for this session, “the corner”, my heart thumping out my chest. I was so nervous, it was all about to happen.  

I don’t think I was there long before Lady Jose called me out and directed me to stand beside her.  Pointing at her lap she said, “you are going over my lap for a while now, alice, you will be there a while and your bum is going to hurt after.”

I laid over her lap, felt her place one arm over my back to hold my hip and it started. Softly at first, with my dress covering my bum still.  A gentle hand spanking warm up. It felt so good, the arm around my hip, the rhythmic slap slap slap of the firm hand on my bottom. I was told how pretty my dress was, as I was laying across her lap being spanked.  

Lady Jose paused briefly to pull up my dress and compliment my satin panties before resuming my spanking.

With one less layer protecting my skin the spanks began to get stronger, and my bottom was starting to warm up.  

In the next pause my panties were pulled down and we were into full bare bottom spanking. It felt incredible, her hand was so firm, the spanks so consistent as they slowly built up in intensity as my spanking progressed.  

Eventually there was a pause and I was sent back to the corner, to show off my pretty pink bum. As I stood with my nose to the wall, I could hear the click click click of heels behind me. I guess Lady Jose was taking pictures but also getting the next stage of my spanking ready.

Sure enough I was called back over Lady Jose’s lap, for more hand spanking. To be a 40 year old man dressed as a little girl, bent over the lap of a gorgeous woman whilst being spanked is a humiliating experience! The spanks were getting harder now, and eventually I was letting out small moans with the strikes.

"There, so you CAN make sound after all, Alice,” I remember Lady Jose joking. Guess up until then I had been rather quiet, trying to take in the whole experience spank by spank.  

Lady Jose had already told me the order of what was to come next in the pre chat - hand, leather, wood.  That was the order. Softer at first and building up intensity. I was living exactly what Mistress Andrea had written in the lesson about maintenance spankings! It was like these two had been to the same spanking school, or borrowed each other's textbox on administering a proper spanking. 

Lady Jose finished the hand spanking and soothed my now pink behind with her hand. The feel of her warmed hand over my bum was so arousing, I was nervous I would leak on her dress! My clit-cage was coming into direct contact with her lap, the little pink nub of a chastity cage that I had been locked into for 203 days at this point. 

Then, a new sensation, something cooler was slid over my bum, and Lady Jose informed me this was one of two leather paddles I would be receiving.  

The swats were harder, making me groan with each one. I could feel my sit spots start to complain when the strokes hit in that perfect spot as the two different types of leather paddles were used to add yet more depth in the colour of my bottom. 

 

I think it was now that Lady Jose used her nails to gently glide across my spanked bum - oh boy what a feeling. So sensual, so soothing! Before I knew it I was nose to the wall again as click click click went those heels, getting the next stage ready. Leaving no uncertainty that I was being disciplined by a woman!

I was called back and this time was told to bend over the arm of the chaise longue. It was time for my belt strapping.

Now the feel of a belt swatting across your behind, when wielded by someone with the expertise of Lady Jose is a wonderful experience. The sound, the feeling, the intensity!  

I know I am a bit of a masochist so I really liked the belt, grunting as each blow hit. It was intense, but at the end Lady Jose asked how that was, on the traffic light system. In my state of mind I said green, the last spanks hurt but overall it was fine. 

Probably not the best strategy, alice, telling a professional disciplinarian that "it's fine" after she's tanned your butt with a belt. Tsk tsk.

“Go to your corner, I have just the thing for a little pain sissy like you,” Lady Jose hissed.   

Nose to the wall I listened as her heels clicked off into the distance. Then the clicks returned, and Lady Jose came next to me, told me to look at her and held up something called a Canadian prison strap. Oh my, that thing looked intimidating.  

* Another Canada reference 🇨🇦 today, it’s like it was written in the stars ✨… 

Now the leather belts hurt, but the prison strap was so much more intense. Each stroke made me cry out as Lady Jose expertly wielded it's fury. 

“This is what happens when you say green to a true Disciplinarian, sissy!  What colour is it now?”  Lady Jose asked after finishing.  

Haha! Told you so!

My first thought was ouch, that thing hurt a lot. Yet part of my brain, thankfully a very small part, was begging for more.  

“Amber now Ma’am, definitely amber!” I cried out.

* Later, Lady Jose would tell me that the strap was a lazy spanker’s dream implement. Minimal effort to use, maximum effect on the butt!  

After a short corner time pause, it was time for woods. Lady Jose had selected a beautiful dark wooden hairbrush with an inlay, “A beautiful implement for a beautiful sissy spanking!”

Antique ebony hairbrush maybe? Those are frightening. And I think I saw one, at the ready. 

Yep. Right next to those super-cute hour glasses that I would totally use for lengthy corner time. 

With the focused areas of the small brush, my sit spots were really hurting now, I was crying out like a little girl with every blow. There were a range of paddles, I lost track here now a little. There was another small brush, a large brush, a olive wood spatula (apparently it’s a very strong wood - good to know given my old spatula broke a couple of weeks ago!) and a bath brush.  

I hate bath brushes, damn the hurt - Lady Jose said it’s down to the length.  

After more corner time, it was time for the most humiliating thing I have ever had to do. The wheelbarrow pose. Now I didn’t actually know what it was at first, but when Lady Jose described it, I was mortified! Positioned like that she would see everything, my most intimate spots! 

No hiding from anything, as EVERYthing is on full display. It truly is a very vulnerable and humiliating position to be spanked in.

Positioning myself, head down and straddling her lap, Lady Jose started playing my red bum like a drum, with the spatula and bath brush, and I was so humiliated I hate to say I started giggling. I couldn’t help it! Those sorts of situations sometimes make me laugh uncontrollably, it’s the nerves. Lady Jose didn’t like that, slapping harder I was told, “this is not supposed to be funny alice, this is supposed to be humiliating!”  

Ummm...ya. Once again, probably not a good idea, alice. You and I are going to have a little chat about this part, young lady!

Oh Lady Jose, it was sooo humiliating - hence the nervous, uncontrollable giggling. I was so sorry for that, believe me.   

You're going to be! 

It was approaching the end of the session, but there was time for one last position. I was instructed to lay down onto the chaise longue once more, on a towel and pull my legs up high, diaper position, the second most humiliating position I could be spanked in. 

Holding the bath brush it felt like Lady Jose towered over me as she inspected my behind.  “This is the only position you can look someone in the eye as you spank them.  Look at me alice,” Lady Jose commanded. I felt so small and childish, with my outfit to reinforce this fact. I felt like her naughty little girl. 

If being spanked isn’t humiliating enough, if spreading your legs so wide you expose every part of you isn’t mortifying, try looking someone in the eye as they spank you. I just couldn't do it for long, it was so humiliating. My tooshie killed now with every stroke, every blow of the brush. With a final 6 swats Lady Jose seemed content with her work.

For one final time I was back in the corner. This time Lady Jose informed me she was messaging Mistress on how I did and sending her images. I was so nervous, what would Lady Jose say, what would Mistress think??

What Lady Jose told me at the time was that Mistress really liked Her sand timers…..  😂🤭  I hope there was more in there, maybe something about my tooshie but still, they are lovely sand timers admittedly.

I told her to give you 20 minutes in timeout, which was covered in the last post. She's a professional disciplinarian of international esteem, she doesn't / didn't need my help. Just look at your naughty bum, she's a pro. 

Even on the eve of your session when she asked me what implements I'd like used on you, I made a few comments but again, she didn't need my two cents. My gift to you was just getting you there in the first place ; ) 

It was humbling to think these two divine, majestic, dominant women were conversing over me, little old me, as I stood in the corner with my panties hiked down and my bum bare. I have no idea how long I stood there, Lady Jose occasionally said something from the conversation with Mistress. I was so content at that point, nose to the wall, my bottom glowing hotter than it ever has before knowing I was being spoken about like a naughty child in the corner. Corner time is so powerful, so therapeutic at times like that.

This was my gift from Mistress Andrea, the most wonderful, amazing gift delivered by the amazing, beautiful Lady Jose. I was so honoured by it all, sad it was over but so grateful none the less.  

After some time I was called out of the corner and the situation felt immediately more relaxed.  Lady Jose offered me a coke, or fanta, and it suddenly dawned on me that I could really do with something sugary. I cannot remember if I changed first, or if we sat and reviewed the pictures taken first. It was so nice to have a relaxed conversation after such a thrilling session, it helped finalise things in my brain, just as corner time is such a powerful time post-session, to allow the mind to process all the buffered thoughts from the experience. We spoke about what worked, what could be done differently next time, about other fetishes and such. 

With a final hug (Lady Jose gives the best hugs by the way!) and some more kind words, I was on my way, a spring in my step unlike anything before, the cool air invigoratingly fresh on my skin.  I messaged Mistress immediately to tell her how well it went, and headed to my car. I couldn’t wait to get home and debrief Mistress on what had happened that day.

Mind you, the drive was less than comfortable, next time I think I'll need a pillow to sit on!

In very short order, the same day as my session actually, Mistress Andrea made a post about it and it was the first time she called this entire experience a gift, to me! I became emotional almost instantly, with tears blurring my vision as I continued to read and absorb the magnitude of exactly what she had done for me. 

I will never, ever forget how wonderful of a gift this this was. Thank you, Mistress Andrea. 

kisses everyone

alice

P.S. I've already booked another therapy appointment with Lady Jose. Apparently she and Mistress Andrea are already cooking up some details about the session. It sounds like I'm being "sent" to stay with my strict but caring "Auntie", and Auntie doesn't care for boys. She always wanted a little girl of her own... 

If permitted, I'll post again, after I've been back across Auntie's knee. Would that be ok? 

Very nicely done, alice. You've earned the ability to post on my blog with that wonderful content, your self-awareness and your willingness to continue this journey you're on. 

We'll see if your fans on here would like to see more of you. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: First Time