Brandy's Revenge

[F/ff] [bondage] [lezdom] [humiliation] [strap-on]

Continued from: Brandy Spanks Jessika

Like, ugh, I thought the hairbrush was bad enough—my bum still throbbing like a boss-level burn—but nope, Brandy had more in store for me, to get her revenge from last night. 

Brandy made Willow and me dress the same—a common and standard-issue submissive female vibe that felt so grown-up and sexy compared to our usual bratty teen looks or schoolgirl uniforms. Black lace-top stockings that hugged our legs like a second skin, the lace band sitting high on our thighs, making every step feel teasing and exposed. Simple patent black pumps with that shiny finish, the heels clicking like commands as we slipped them on. Black leather collars around our necks, the silver ring at the front a constant tug with every swallow. And satin opera gloves that went up to our elbows, smooth and elegant, adding this touch of sophistication to our otherwise naked bodies. Omg, for me—usually in ripped jeans and tiny tees like a bratty teen—it felt weird but hot, that “grown-up” attire making me feel more vulnerable, like I was playing at being an adult while my secret spanking fetish whispered how naughty I really was. My pussy was already throbbing again from the humiliation, that love-hate rush kicking in hard.

Now the extra punishment began for me. Brandy walked over with this stainless steel, rigid chastity belt, the metal gleaming coldly under the light, and began to fit it around my hips and crotch. The super secure metal screening came to rest over my soaked and throbbing pussy, sealing it away from any manner of pleasure or penetration. Omg, the cold metal against my warm, slick skin made me gasp, that click of the locks snapping shut like a final sentence. I genuinely pleaded with Brandy not to do this, my voice all whiny and desperate: “Please, Brandy—don’t! My pussy’s already so sensitive, I can’t take being locked up!” But she just smiled that new bossy smile and applied two brass padlocks on the chastity belt, front and rear, sealing me away completely. The weight of it, the way it pressed against my clit without letting me touch, was humiliating torture—my arousal trapped, building with no release.

I tried to negotiate, begging “Please, I’ll be good—just take it off!” but Brandy stuffs a ball gag into my mouth, the rubber ball filling my lips, buckling it tight, then adding a padlock to the back so I can’t remove it. My wrists are then handcuffed in front of myself, the cold metal clicking shut, and I’m placed in a narrow stand-up metal cage in the room. The door is shut and a final large padlock is locked onto the cage door. I’m being forced to watch, as a final humiliating punishment for me, as Brandy seductively stands over Willow and guides Willow’s head onto Brandy’s pussy.

Picture this: I’m ball gagged and drooling like a fountain from my mouth, the rubber ball stretching my lips wide, saliva dripping down my chin in embarrassing strings that pool on the cage floor below me. My pussy is locked in this stainless steel chastity belt that’s like a medieval torture device for horny girls—rigid metal hugging my hips, the super secure screening resting right over my soaked and throbbing pussy, sealing it away from any pleasure or penetration. Like, ugh, it’s so tight and cold against my hot skin, every little shift making me feel how trapped my clit is, weeping juice that’s just dripping uselessly through the slots. Handcuffs on my wrists and ankles too, the metal biting just enough to remind me I’m not going anywhere, clinking with every futile wiggle. And the outfit? This she-slave vibe of black lace-top stockings that hug my legs like a tease, satin opera gloves up my arms making me feel all fancy but slutty, high heels locked on my feet (yeah, literally locked with tiny padlocks so I can’t kick them off), and a black leather collar around my neck like I’m someone’s pet. Nothing else—just tits, pussy (well, locked pussy), and ass on deliberate display, framed perfectly by the elegance of my submissive accessories and stockings. The humiliation is off the charts, but hehe, that’s the point, right? To make me feel small and punished while I watch the show.

And what a show it is. I’m in awe of my bestie. Like, she’s been a dominatrix all her adult life, or at least that’s how it looks now—born in stilettos, the way she clicks around that room in those thigh-high black leather boots, her perfect ass flexing and contracting during her powerful strides, that black leather corset cinching her waist, making her look like a younger, hotter version of Mistress Andrea (I hope Mistress doesn't read this, fuck!) 

Omg, her hair in that high pony swinging like a whip, her leather opera gloves creaking as she gestures—it’s like she leveled up overnight from paddle sister to full boss mode. I should be jealous, right? Watching my bestie make another girl go down on her like that, Willow’s pigtails bobbing, Brandy’s face all blissed out? But hehe, that’s not how our dynamic works. No ill will or animosity here—we never fight or bicker ‘cause Mistress will simply spank us severely, and end up spending an hour standing in the corner which fuckin' sucks. 

One hour of cornertime is no joke! Like, bare bum on display, nose to the wall, hands on head, that stinging reminder throbbing while you stare at paint—it’s humiliating hell, and we both know better than to risk it. So instead, we genuinely root for one another, and right now, Jessika—me—was witnessing something remarkable. Brandy owning that room, commanding Willow like a pro, and me locked in this cage, gagged and whimpering, my pussy weeping in frustration.

And the show keeps going. I watch as Brandy grabs a strap-on dildo from the shelf—long and thick, the kind that looks intimidating even from a distance—and fucks her own pussy with it right in front of Willow, moaning loud as she slides it in and out, her eyes locked on Willow’s.

“See what you’re missing, Jess?” she teases, her voice all dominant and breathy towards me. Then she straps it on, buckling it tight around her hips, the dildo jutting out like a command, and makes Willow give her head—Willow’s lips wrapping around it, sucking and bobbing as Brandy holds her hair, guiding the rhythm. I whimper into my gag, my pussy juice literally dripping from the metal housing of my chastity belt onto the cage floor, that locked frustration making me squirm, the handcuffs clinking with every futile movement. It’s humiliating torture—forced to watch, gagged and whimpering, my body on fire with need but denied any relief.

The show ends with Willow in full doggystyle on the padded table, Brandy holding her hair so she’s forced to look at me in the cage, our eyes meeting as Brandy gently but commandingly fucks Willow from behind. 

Brandy’s hips thrusting slow and deep, Willow’s moans filling the room, and Brandy staring directly at me the whole time, her eyes all wicked and triumphant. Omg, it was intense, that final humiliation leaving me broken and aroused beyond words as Willow screamed her way through an amazing looking orgasm. 

This has been Jessika, signing off for now. 

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