Old Flame

Continued from: Jail Bird

What do you think dear readers? What would you do if you were Russell? He's currently in the arms of his 🔥old flame🔥, kissing her neck, just below her earlobe, with his dick locked in a metal cage. 

And MY Gawwwwwd, he's good at this! Goosebumps were spreading all across my body and my toes were curling!

(Speaking of Old Flames. If you haven't tried this brunette craft-brew, I would highly recommend it. It's toe-curling also. Port Perry, Ontario! - support local)

As Russell continued his exploration of THIS brunette, up and down my neck with his lips, I realized the silly man was just stalling, he had a decision to make. I had just offered him a wonderful yet horrible predicament. 

If you read the previous post you know he was recently spanked and strapped with a police-belt, by my two cute Officers. This was likely not arousing for him in the moment, but post-spanking, as he still feels and sees the effects of that belting, his arousal would begin to creep back in.

This was right around the point I locked his dick into a chastity cage, shutting down any and all penile activity without my permission. Once locked, he got to hear the two policewomen get spankings over my knee. Then he got to watch and hear them kiss, go down on each other and eventually me, as the scene culminated into a hot, lezzie threesome. 

All while poor Russell observed from this vantage-point:

And NOW...

I had just offered to unlock his penis to re-kindle an old role that he used to provide for me, when I was his submissive. The predicament part? If he wants to take me, right here and now, he has to celebrate Locktober this year, and submit to inescapable chastity for the entire month, with me as his keyholder. 

What would you choose, hmm? 

I know what Russell is going to choose. The fact that he's already been denied most of the day, spanked, then a helpless witness to a hot lesbian threesome, should influence his decision. Was this cheating on my part? Too much stimulus and influence over his decision making? Maybe a little...😈

But if that wasn't enough, I started rubbing the metal bars of his cock-cage against my pussy. Hehe. This she-devil wasn't playing fair at all! 

As expected, I was soon accessing the keys for his chastity device to unlock him. We switched roles right then and there, once his cock was free. I was now his submissive pet, to do with as he pleases. I was naked and on my knees. It was about to be a nice little vacation / slave-cation for me.

"How would you like me prepared for you, Sir?" I whispered out, in my most submissive tone. 

"A pleated plaid skirt, young lady, like you used to do for me," Russ said. 

I immediately felt a rush of adrenaline and arousal form between my thighs. "Schoolgirl", back in the day, usually meant a spanking, a really long one! But then he continued...

"Boots with your skirt please, my doll. A subtle nod to your current role." He smiled as he suggested this deviation from the norm. 

Oooo, ok. I can get behind this idea! Rather than the innocence and vulnerability of white knee socks and Mary Janes, Russell clearly wants me a bit more edgy and "grown-up", not so innocent perhaps?

Before heading off to prepare, Russell stood me up and performed a wet-check. I was embarrassingly soaked for him. I shuddered with ecstasy as his manly hand cupped my pussy, his two middle fingers explored their way deep inside. 

Those two fingers ended up in my mouth, where I shamefully and greedily sucked them clean, like a huge slut. Russ had me right where I wanted to be, panting and hypnotized with submissive arousal. 

I returned a while later, dressed and ready for Russell. I was feeling both sexy and vulnerable in my new look. Without being prompted, I knelt to await my instructions, noticing that Russell had moved some of my furniture around and positioned a few mirrors, strategically, near the bed. 

"You look beautiful young lady." 

"Thank you, Sir."

"Come here, little one." 

I was all melty and gooey in his strong arms. I was right back to the sub-space I once enjoyed with Russell. I felt so safe and cared for. He was my protector!

Pretty soon he was patting his lap invitingly. I rose from my knees slightly and slowly and deliberately slithered my mid-section over his lap like a snake. 

I got a mild spanking with his hand, over my skirt, then over my panties until those were eventually peeled down and off my feet. 

We moved to the bed and my spanking continued. Only this time, Russell would spank and finger me, spank and finger me. I even felt several swats directly onto my pussy lips and bottom hole. Shamefully, I think I was moaning like a whore the entire time. But I didn't care. Tonight, I was his whore, and I was loving it!

Russell, much to my delight, busted out some old-school tactics he used to do back in the day. While I was still draped over his lap being systematically spanked and fingered, he used my wetness and transferred it onto my little bum hole, until it was glistening and slick.

Let me repeat that...

He used my own arousal as lubricant for my asshole! What a freakin' stud he was.

That being said, the butt plug that came next slipped into my bottom with ease. He then removed my top and gagged me. 

Another of his old moves. Having me ride his tongue while I'm plugging and gagged, with a mirror to stare into.

When he flips me around to face his cock, it's frustrating because I want to inhale the entire thing, but my gag remained in place. In this position, as I grind my pussy into his mouth, his nose presses on the base of my anal plug. I get a joyful little ass-fucking sensation because of this and I was soon screaming into that gag-ball as I came. 

When I ride his tongue, Russell actually edges himself. Just slow-stroking his cock until it's ridiculously hard for me. Boy, did I ever get fucked after that! Sometimes I was allowed to be in control of the speed and tempo. 

Other times it was all him. 

When I was made to face the mirror, he ensured a sharp tug to my ponytail would remind me to watch. 

Around this point he was taking frequent breaks, fighting off the urge to cum so he could extend our playtime as long as possible. He would pull completely out of me and I could hear him heavy breathing, it was cute. Then I would feel the awesome and full sensation of his cock slowly re-entering, competing with the contours of the anal plug, pressing against my vaginal wall. 

The reverse pressure of the anal plug is also an incredible sensation for his cock. The poor guy held out as long as he could, edging himself each time he had to stop, then re-start. Eventually he absolutely unloaded into my pussy while he clawed at the bedsheets and shook like a leaf. 

He could barely stand afterwards, his knees were so shaky. It was super cute, to have this paralyzing effect over a man from a position of submission.  

You know what else was cute? Seeing his belt-strapped little bum while we had sex. It was almost as red as mine, and his spanking from the girls was hours ago!

I ended up getting another one, with his firm hand, in the dreaded wheelbarrow position. EVERYthing is on display when you're put in this pose and spanked. There's no modestly whatsoever. He would have had a good view of his cum oozing from my puffy, red pussy. 

He actually chose this one specifically so he could pull the anal plug out of my ass. 

Disheveled, sweaty, sore...and completely blissful in each other's arms. It was exactly as I remembered our times together. We popped some champagne and got right into some pillow-talk, as Russell helped me out of my hot boots. 

I was beyond content! Recently Domme'd by Goddess Vanessa, now Dom'ed by Russ. I was a lucky girl. I certainly had my fix of submission for awhile. I decided to return the balance of things and remind Russell of our Locktober agreement. 

"Yes Mistress Andrea." He replied with a cute and bashful smile. 

His gaze was locked onto me, he gazed directly into my eyes for what felt like an eternity. It was a look I had not seem from him in over a decade. I felt it penetrate my heart. I tried to lighten the atmosphere. 

"Did you ever think we'd end up here? The two of us with spanked bums, pretty much running a harem of BDSM enthusiasts and re-connecting the way we have?" 

"Never in a million years, huni." 

"Russ, I've never told you this before, but I love you...I always have."

Oh FUCK! Fuck, what did I do?! I had no idea where that suddenly came from. I was literally holding my breath until he said something. I couldn't look at him. He had tears in his eyes and it was gonna make me cry too!

He finally did speak, as he drew me close onto his lap, shielding his face in my neck to hide his tears. 

"Andrea, it's been ten years..."

"And not a day went by that I didn't think of you." 

😢💓

*sigh*

Be still, my heart... 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: Back to School

 

Hall Passes

Continued from: I often envy submissives

It has been quite awhile since I have felt this submissive and vulnerable, especially in the presence of a woman. A beautiful, alluring, dominant woman. Once she got me into her bedroom I was knelt on loveseat, while Goddess Vanessa "accessorized" me. I was put into snug, red leather bondage cuffs and an equally snug ball gag. It's been years since I've been in a ball gag. I forgot how psychologically impactful it can be and the amount of drool it causes. 

Being the online feet and heels star that she is, I expected I would be required to worship her feet and footwear at length. She had me do a little, but not an excessive amount. I was instructed to kiss and lick her high heels first, after my gag was removed. That was humiliating. 

She eventually slipped her damp feet out of her heels so she could run her soles across my nose. 

The gentle friction of the nylon against my lips and nose was a lovely sensation and the subtle scents of her feet, leather and perfume was quite sexy! 

While I was still on the floor, on my back, she used a crop to target my breasts and nipples. Next came a flogger, that Goddess carefully lashed against my bound and presented pussy lips. She was gentle, she was not overly strict with me, although I was sporting some very nice whip marks on my bum, which she encouraged me to check out in the mirror. 

I was calling her Goddess and she was telling me what to do and how to do it, but it didn't feel like a serious D/s encounter. She was providing me with as much pleasure and stimulation as I was providing her. I don't even need to use my words for the rest of this, we simply had awesome sex for hours together! It was fantastic and Vanessa was truly a Goddess in the bedroom! Her poor chaste hubby is truly missing out.

Yes, a strap-on was eventually deployed. Used only by her. 

I was made to taste myself off the length and girth of her girl-cock...

Then she fucked me again. 

I had the pleasure of feeling her little asshole, squeeze my tongue while she contracted her muscles into a heavy orgasm. 

We 69'ed for awhile and both came in this position. 

Overall, it was a wild WILD night. I'm glad Summer suggested this hall pass agreement. 

I wonder how she's making out...

If you remember back to the stories: 

Cummy Brat

and

Dealing with a spoiled brat

Sarah Jane is actually being punished in the above animation. If you look closely you'll also notice she is still sporting some decent colour on her naughty bum. She got quite the spanking four days ago. Enough so that it left a lasting impression. 

And her punishment didn't end with that spanking and cornertime. She now found herself in a ring gag, locked into a chastity belt and secured to a bondage apparatus, while forced to watch Russell fuck my wife. 

He would occasionally give Summer a small break, removing his cock from her drenched pussy and placing it directly into Sarah's mouth for a "rinse off". 

Russell would fuck Sarah's throat for awhile, ensuring Summer's arousal was cleaned off his dick, all while listening to Sarah Jane wretch and gag. 

Then he turned his attention back to my little Summer, to give her the good hall-pass rogering that she had been craving. 

She came a few times while Russ was fucking her in various positions and differing levels of aggression. Russell eventually finished into Sarah's mouth, that was conveniently forced open by the ring gag. She performed one final humiliating cleansing of Summer's arousal from Russell's cock, before the scene was officially over. 

For poor Sarah Jane however, her punishment for being a spoiled cum-brat wasn't over. She had one final stage of dreadful humiliation. 

Summer had long-since left the two of them alone, content with her fill of dick for the time being. Sarah remained frustrated and denied, still in her chastity belt and shackled to the bed with a very secure panel gag in place. 

She looked at Russell, helpless and puzzled as he returned to her side with a fleshlight, and positioned it near the bed. 

Ohhhh GAWD! Sarah Jane! 

I know what he's gonna do! Oh fuck you're in for one hell of a humiliating punishment young lady!

As I suspected, Russ zip-tied the fleshlight to the metal frontage of her chastity belt, sitting right above where her real pussy trembled and soaked, housed in captivity.

Then Russell fucked it, while Sarah watched on in horror, screaming into the large ball of her panel gag. It was like she was being horribly tortured but wasn't being physically hurt. This was purely psychological torture, causing her to scream into the gag.  

Just like so: 

Russell jacked Sarah's legs onto his shoulders and fucked the daylights out of that fleshlight, eventually cumming deep inside it. 

As he pulled out and stood beside the bed, Sarah Jane desperately looked in his direction. Her eyes pleading with him to say something. 

"Are you sorry for being a spoiled little brat?" 

Tears rolled down her temples as she made a muffled noise and nodded her head in the affirmative. 

Age regressed and humiliated. Shamed in the timeout corner for others to see. Severely spanked and belt-strapped, cuckqueaned by Summer and Russ and finally THIS! The fleshlight move! WTF! 

Russell smiled at her vulnerable state and said the words she had been waiting for. 

"Daddy forgives you little one. Let's not have to discuss this again."

And she was left as is, bound and gagged with her pussy throbbing like crazy from within the metal screening of the belt. She was left to quietly reflect on her punishment and the forgiveness that followed.

I must say, across town, I was a little more content and comfortable than poor Sarah. Snuggled into Vanessa with her cum still coating me like lip gloss. 

"Thank you Goddess." I seductively purred to her. 

"That was amazing." She sighed back to me. 

"Hey...where's your husband by-the-way?" I queried. I had a moment of sudden realization and embarrassment. We were pretty loud, I was really loud. Was her hubby in a room down the hall during all of this, dick in a metal cage and listening?! 

"Oh Derek?" She chirped up. "I dolled him up like a sissy slut and sent him to Anthony's for the night. He better be putting out like a good girl, if he knows what's good for him!" She jingled the chastity cage key she wore on her necklace. 

*sigh*

Jesus, Vanessa. What a Goddess! 💖

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: A Score to Settle

 

 

   

I Often Envy Submissives

Continued from: Dealing with a spoiled brat

I'm always in control. Always. 

In both my professional life as a Dominatrix and my personal life as the Head-of-Household and Disciplinarian over my wife Summer, I'm in charge. Many of my clients are in similar situations. They are Office Managers, Teachers, Nurses or corporate roles as constant decision makers. At home there is no escape from this either. My clients are relied upon to pay the bills, cook the dinners and drop the kids to soccer practice. 

As a submissive, decisions are made FOR you. The heavy burden of being in control is taken away from you. Sometimes, you don't even need to decide what to wear. Your dominant chooses for you and dresses you to their wishes. This is very freeing and liberating. It's probably why my Facility is so busy these days. People need liberation from constantly being in control. 

I often envy submissives. I was Russell's submissive for almost three years. I sometimes miss those days. 

It's funny how the world works though. Russell is about to have sex with my submissive wife, and I'm about to ask my wife's best friend Vanessa, to Domme me. I was ready for a little subby time. I needed the paradoxical freedom it provides and my mouth was watering at the thought of her!

Gawd just look at her! 

*moaaaaaaan!* 

She was at my kitchen table currently, eating fruit when Summer and I agreed to our hall-pass arrangements. Summer wanted some real dick for a change, she chose Russell. I was infatuated by Vanessa and the dominance she wields over her sissy husband, I chose her. Now I just had to ask her. 

She's younger than me, wilder than me (not as wild as Cassandra) and slightly taller than me. It was perfect! I was both nervous and excited.

"Guh...Goddess Vanessa?"

She giggled. "You don't have to call me that, Mistress?" 

"But I want to." I replied sheepishly, my hands nervously clenching a napkin in my lap. "I want to because...ummm....I want to be YOURS for a night, Goddess." 

There it was. I threw it out there. 

"Oh I SEE." Vanessa purred, sitting up in her chair and pinning her shoulders back in a confident manner. 

"Summer's cool with this I guess?" Vanessa probed. 

"Oh yes Goddess, she's doing a hall-pass too, with Russell." I replied. 

Vanessa laughed out loud. "Oh what a slut! Back in the day, in our late teens, I could never keep her away from the dick! I guess the little junkie needs her fix huh?" 

"I guess so Goddess. Russell is the only "dick" I'd ever trust with my wife." I replied with confidence. 

Vanessa, now a bit nervous and bashful herself, cutely confirmed with me. "So, you want to be my submissive for the night. Just you and I, anything I want?" 

Fuck! Fuck! My face was going soooo red! Is this what my clients feel when I make then verbally confess what they want, that they like it, just to shame them? 

"Yes Goddess Vanessa." I peeped out. Lowering my gaze to the floor. She noticed how vulnerable I was in this very moment. 

"Awww. Andrea huni, it's ok. It's ok to want this, regardless of your usual role. Of course I'll accept. I'll happily play with you anytime!" Vanessa spoke softly as she rubbed my shoulder. 

I had butterflies like you wouldn't believe, as Vanessa got up to head out. She seductively purred to me as she left, "I'll text you the details in a few days young lady. You'll be coming to my house." 

Oooo! An outcall. 

I'm used to the comfort and security of my own place for such D/s activities. This evoked a new dimension of vulnerability within me, being removed from the familiarity of my own home. 

The following days passed with anxiousness and damp panties, as I awaited my queue from Goddess Vanessa. I told Summer that her session with Russell and Sarah Jane could take place in our bedroom, if she wished and that it would be best to do it on the same day or night that I go to Vanessa's. 

Sure enough, the much anticipated text eventually came. 

FUCK...fuck, fuck! 

I felt that one right in my clit! I was someone's pet again! Simply their plaything, to do with as they please. It felt so good to just obey and not have to plan or be in charge or coordinate anything. 

Her messages didn't end there. Even more liberating for me, I didn't have to decide on an outfit either. 

*gulp*

Ballet flats?! Really. Any manner of flats, so gross! So lazy and slovenly. I'm not I even sure I own any. Summer certainly doesn't, outside of runners. Maybe Cassie has some...

And! Rope?! She wants me rope-tied? Curiouser and curiouser, this tumble down the rabbit-hole was becoming.  

On the afternoon of my session with Vanessa, Summer did a masterfully artistic rope-tie of my torso. She indeed had some newly acquired skills and the classes she had been taking were paying off. 

It looked similar to this, minus the bit-gag:  

The soft rope she deliberately tied to cascade along each side of my pussy lips. This caused a puffy and aroused appearance, while accentuating my clit. The two strands met in my bum crease like a thong and connected with a strategically placed knot resting directly against my bottom hole.

I felt sexy, I felt vulnerable. Apart from the overcoat and the gross ballet flats, I was naked otherwise. I was feeling very exposed and submissive, as Summer drove me to Vanessa's while the sun was beginning to set. With a kiss to my cheek she wished me a very adorable, "bonne chance."

I returned the good luck wishes, telling her good luck and to have fun with Russell and Sarah. She giggled and blushed, clearly excited to be taken by a real cock for a change. She deserves it, she's a good girl! 

I took a deep breath and approached the door. Vanessa was already waiting for me, fully geared up and looking breathtakingly dominant.  

No small-talk, no tea or wine. I guess we're jumping right into this without delay. Vanessa didn't even have panties on! Her pussy was beautifully framed by her lingerie with a perfectly shaved landing strip of raven-black stubble. 

She towered over me in her stilettos. Stupid ballet flats! But I understand why she would want to do this and want me to feel this way in her presence, given my usual role. 

I greeted her by formal title, calling her Goddess. She simply smiled. I couldn't quite get a read from her lone, green eyes. Is this what I look like? Towering over some trembling submissive, completely confident and in control? 

It was good for me to experience this and see this actually. To see this side and feel the vulnerability my clients must feel in my presence. 

"Take off your shoes." Vanessa suddenly spoke, snapping me from my introspection. She then unfastened my coat to peel me open like a present, exposing the elaborate red ropes.  

I was happy to be rid of the ballet flats, but I think I felt even more exposed and vulnerable being barefoot, while she stood in her killer stilettos and laser-straight stockings. 

"Take off your coat." Escaped her lips next. Vanessa's femdom style was interesting to me. She wasn't barking these orders at me. She wasn't seductively hissing them at me either. Her voice, slightly above a whisper, just matter-of-factly spoke these commands for me to obey. 

Her style was working. I was plagued with butterflies and I could feel my clit fighting with Summer's expertly positioned crotch ropes. 

"Turn." She said next, in her unique style of instruction. 

She was inspecting me! I felt so electrified yet so little and vulnerable. She ran her fingertips across my shoulder with her "wet-look" gloves. My entire body turned to goosebumps instantly! I was trembling with arousal. 

"Get up those stairs, pet." 

Ohhhh fuck! That one was a little more pointed and aggressive. 

"Yes Goddess," I peeped out. 

This is actually happening! Holy shit!

Meanwhile, back at home, my wife was lowering herself onto Russell's cock, as Sarah Jane was forced to watch from her position of shame and humiliation. 

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Hall Passes