Friday, March 15, 2024
Tara Gregory: Daddy's New Rules
Monday, June 12, 2023
A Return to the Woodshed Pt.1
I told Cassandra to give Nancy 20 minutes of exposure time in the lobby, then to remove her restraints and gag and dress her like a little girl. There was an outfit pre-arranged in the locker room for Nancy and Mary Janes in her size.
I stood when she shuffled into the room, making a big show of my masculine role of "Daddy". I hastily fumbled for my belt buckle like I had to get my belt off urgently, before she bolts out of the room. I doubled it over and held it like a weapon.
Friday, June 9, 2023
"Big-Girl" Room
I requested of Mistress, that my room still have a lockable cell door. I still wanted to feel like I was at her BDSM Facility against my will. Forced to dress as my owners wish, forced to perform degrading sexual acts and punished when I do not. The consensual non-consent element of my time at the Facility was all part of my fetish and my fantasy.
They happily obliged and each evening I spent at the Facility and other times throughout the day when I was idle, I spent that time locked behind heavy, steel bars.
As per the rules of our bedtime ritual, over I went. Over Daddy's knee for a loving and caring spanking before bed, followed by a quick dose of Daddy's belt. Daddy enters my room and without saying anything, sits on the edge of my bed. I immediately rush to his right side and drape myself across his lap. We do this every evening that I stay here.
After I am sufficiently spanked and strapped, part of our ritual, one of my favourtie parts actually, involves Daddy's tongue on and in my little bum hole. He gives me special Daddy kisses on my little pucker while I masturbate for him. I love bedtime with Daddy!
My previous bedroom came with colouring books, diaper cream and Legos to play with. My big-girl room came with toys too! I not only had a Hitachi, but also a great big dildo to play with. All the books provided in my room were BDSM erotica and soft-cover, spanking fiction written by an author named Julie Delmar. I even had a little photo board which shamefully displayed images of me performing various straight and lesbian sex acts. *BLUSH!!
I think I went white. All of my face-flushing colour I caused from masturbating, drained away instantly. I thought I was in so much shit! I thought I would be sleeping on my tummy for a month.
Tuesday, May 30, 2023
Only if it's ok with Daddy
Then I watched this little thing, still in her work uniform; I guess she's a flight attendant or something, run over and jump into her wife's arms like a child and begin to call her "Mommy".
Wednesday, April 12, 2023
Toilet Humiliation and Anal
Continued from: Sarah and Russ return
A post from slave sarah
As I sat naked, gagged and blindfolded in this tiny, locked cell, I caught myself deliberately pulling against the shackles on my wrists and ankles, just to hear the chains jingle and feel the rigid steel.
There was something very alluring to me, about the strict metal bondage and the added weight the shackles provided. Apart from the robust-sized plug up my ass, these were the only sensory stimuli I could feel, in my solitude and captivity. My pussy was shamefully soaked, as Master's words, threats even, that I would soon be fucked in the ass, echoed in my ears.
I had lost track of time but knew that I hadn't been abandoned for all that long, twenty minutes maybe, before I heard footsteps approach.
The sound of brass clattering against metal shocked me to a hyper-attentive state, as I listened to the heavy cell door unlock with a key.
My Master had finally arrived for me! To use me for his pleasure and amusement. My headspace was that of an abducted or purchased sex slave, fearful of a beating if I do not do my very best to offer my holes to him. My mind was exactly where I wanted it to be. I was so dreadfully aroused!
I was roughly manhandled up and onto the cold seat of the toilet and encouraged to pee. I couldn't believe that I actually did, on command! I visualized being led outside, into the yard on a leash and forced to cock a leg and piss. Why was the thought of this so exciting to me?
My stomach was in knots of embarrassment, as I listened to my urine echo against the water. While I was peeing, my blindfold and gag were removed, my mouth was saturated in drool and his graciously-sized cock was forced into my mouth.
I felt absolutely degraded, dehumanized and humiliated, to be sucking his cock while seated on a prison toilet full of my own urine, but I started to understood his tactic. Who was I kidding, the humiliation was fanning the flames of my deepening arousal.
Once I had Master super erect and on the brink of cumming, he stood me up and spun me around. A slap to my ass and a gentle push, had me jack-knifed at the waist with my hands resting on the toilet seat. I was bent at the waist and forced to stare at my own golden nectar in the toilet. Master removed my anal plug which must have left my dirty hole a bit gaped for him, as he slid his cock easily into my ass.
I wanted so badly to touch my pussy. One little tickle of my throbbing clit would have had me cumming instantly. But Master kept one of my arms pinned behind my back and my other was gripping the toilet seat for dear life. I was occasionally thrust up on my tiptoes, and grunted uncontrollably throughout my ass fucking.
At one point my arms were both pulled behind my back and upward, which forced my head almost into the toilet. It was close enough that I could smell my own piss, as I was still forced to stare at it also. My wrist shackles were connected to some ceiling chains, forcing me into this pose. I think it's called strappado, a stress pose I have seen on porn sites before. I hated it and loved it at the same time.
A gag was returned to my mouth, a spreader bar added to expose my most intimate parts, and Master's cock never left my asshole until he blasted cum into my bowels.
Before his gooey seed had the chance to shameful ooze from my anus, he re-seated the anal plug into my stretched hole, to hold all the mess inside me.
Again I was left, naked and shackled with a squishy, unpleasant feeling up my ass, all while forced to look into and smell a toilet containing my own pee.
I fucking hated how degraded I felt in this very moment, and fuckin' loved every second of how degrading this experience was.
What a mindfuck huh? I was so conflicted and trapped in this paradox. I didn't know what to do! I did know one thing though...
If I so-much as heard someone's phone vibrate from another room, I would have cum all over my thighs in that very moment!
slave sarah xoxo
Continued in: The Countess of Monte Cristo
Tuesday, March 14, 2023
Sarah's first Post
She told me I had a penchant for writing and asked that I keep a journal of my experiences at her Facility. I am under instructions to share my experiences with you, Mistress says it will help to humiliate and shame me even further.
Mistress coached me to be raw during my writing, unfiltered and to describe not only my experiences, but how they make me feel. I'll apologize in advance, if my words are harsh or descriptions vulgar. This is a BDSM blog after all...
I'll recall back to my first experience at the Facility, to begin with. I wasn't really sure what to expect when I arrived, but knew in advance there would be some manner of reception process. This is spoken about on Mistress' client website.
She had a bit of a dykey hairstyle, she was sporting a nose ring, but she was one of those young women who is so attractive that she can pull off a short haircut.
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