Slave Sisters

Continued from: Only if it's ok with Daddy

A post from Sarah Jane

I guess if two people are calling someone "Daddy", logic would suggest that makes them sisters, or step-sisters. I came to learn that in the BDSM world, there is also such a thing as slave-sisters or collar-sisters. 

As I described in my last post, Mistress Andrea and my Daddy Dom were discussing a playdate between Summer and I. I had only just met Summer and she seemed way too excited about this prospective playdate. I guess she's done stuff like this before, with others? Was I missing something? I wasn't overly stoked about the idea of sharing my Daddy with someone else.  

Daddy promised me however, this playdate would earn me the remaining gold stars I needed for my progress chart, to be promoted away from all this pink, the bows and the ruffles and the smell of baby powder. 

Daddy put me into something very cute and skimpy, look at the bum of my little panties!

Upstairs in their bedroom, Mistress and Summer were having a similar briefing before this playdate kicked off. 

"Are you sure it's ok to call him Daddy?" Summer asked of her wife, otherwise known as Mistress Andrea to me. 

"And the shirt? You're sure it's ok?" Summer continued, sounding unsure of what my reaction might be to her choice of attire. 

Luckily for her, Mistress Andrea already sat me down, long before this playdate, and explained the rules of engagement. Daddy wouldn't be fucking Summer, she wouldn't be fucking him. She explained that Summer's presence is to amplify my scene and my experience. She would be serving like a prop for Daddy and I. 

Well...let me tell you she ended up becoming much more than just a prop! When it was all over, I was promoted in rank and Summer and I adored each other.

Here's how it all started. 

Mistress Andrea was meeting a friend for a prospective job at the Facility. Apparently this girl is named Vanessa and was in their wedding party or something? I also think she works with Summer and I heard a lot of talk about feet, high heels and nylons and some sort of nexus to money being made. 

*shrug* I dunno?? I guess I'm still too little and silly to understand "big-girl" things. 

In any event, the scene started with Mistress dropping Summer off at the facility and declaring she was going on a date. Because of this, Summer needed a "Daddy" to babysit her and dropped her off so Summer and I could have a playdate. 

Mistress looked gorgeous as usual. Summer was all hyper and bubbly and Russell, "Daddy", just had a very calm and chill vibe about him. 

Daddy took us to his office and we both had a seat. Summer and I started giggling when we saw the timeless game on the table in front of us. I guess this was a good icebreaker, well done Daddy! 

It wasn't lost on me that also on the table, was a punishment paddle and a vicious-looking wooden hairbrush. Maybe this would be Twister with a twist? Like if we spin a red, our butts end up red? 

This is what was rushing through my mind as we sat there and made small talk. I had butterflies in my tummy and I actually wanted to play a game of spanking Twister now! I had this burning desire to see Summer get a spanking. Maybe it was a little bit of jealously, about having to share Daddy, or maybe I just wanted to see her gorgeous butt get thrashed. I heard she was a figure-skater back in the day, hence the little bit of extra juicy, that fills out her skirts and pants. 

Not knowing what to expect really, Daddy asked us to start a game. Of course Summer took the initiative to deploy the rest of the game and mat, and took a few practice spins. 

I started to lighten up and my nerves subsided. She was quite cute actually, with her little accent and her bouncy pigtails. I was definitely warming up to her.  

When she tried to get her hands and feet onto the colours she spun, I also noticed she wasn't wearing any panties. Naughty girl! 

Daddy encouraged us to keep spinning and eventually I got into it and started playing with Summer. 

We tangled around each other's bodies, we spun, we giggled, we fell onto each other. We both starting plotting against Daddy and deliberately began to tease him and be slutty as he tried to keep his cool from behind the desk. 

I think at one point, Summer's gorgeous looking ass, barely covered by her little mini skirt, was hovering directly over my nose and mouth. 

This teasing and frolicking with each other eventually got Summer and I rewarded with Daddy's big cock! He came to join us, naked from the waist down and sporting a lovely, turgid erection. 

"Oh Daddy it's so big!" Summer blurted out. 

I followed suit and embraced my role as well. 

"Daddy is THAT for us?" I cutely purred. 

My new slave-sister and I began to give Daddy a good show, French kissing each other from our knees and working the flanks of his cock. I had never been with a girl before, nor had a sexual experience with a girl. My gawd when Summer kissed me I felt electricity spider across my entrie body and culminate in between my legs. 

We took turns sucking Daddy's cock while he gently cooed to us and stroked our hair, calling us "good girls". 

Summer used her little hand to manually masturbate Daddy until he came directly into my mouth. I loved how his hot jizz felt, sliding down the back of my throat. 

Summer squealed out with a playfully disapproving, "Dadddddddyyyyy!" 

We all retired to the kitchen for some water and fruit and Summer and I cutely sat on our bums on the floor. We continued to play with real toys and games actually, not sex toys. 

It didn't take long before Summer had Daddy pushed back into a seated position on the couch and was undoing his shorts. I was jealous for about two seconds until I realized she actually was performing the role of prop for me, in the lovely scene that was continuing to play out. 

She was fluffing Daddy's penis nice and hard, just for ME!

She was sweet enough to continue with the Twister theme and create a little bridge pose on the floor, so Daddy could bend me over Summer's back and fuck me from behind. 

When we transitioned back too the couch I got to ride Daddy's cock, reverse cowgirl, while Summer licked my clit. *Groaaaaaan! My gawd that was hot. I came so fucking hard onto Daddy's cock and clenched and squeezed him with my pussy. 

Since Daddy already came into my mouth he had a little more longevity and sexual stamina this time. He was composing himself quite well so the awesome sex could last longer. Then...it finally happened. I licked my first pussy! 

Daddy fucked me and let me masturbate my clit, as I felt Summer guiding my head down between her legs. I licked her beautiful cunt like I had been a lesbian for years! We all came at the same time!! It was so fucking amazing. 

I definitely have new appreciation for having a slave-sister! That was some of the best sex and most intense orgasms I have ever had. 

Just like a little girl-guide with a sash, I had earned a new badge. The "licking a gorgeous pussy badge", which ultimately led to my final gold star of this stage and got me promoted in rank! 

Daddy must feel like a bit of a Rockstar right now too, for Mistress Andrea's generous contribution of her wife, to our dynamic. Maybe Mistress will let her play with us again? 

Meanwhile, around the front of the house. Mistress was just getting home from her "date" that wasn't suppose to be a date, it was apparently a "meeting". 

It appears as though things went well with Vanessa...

Sarah Jane 

Recently promoted to junior schoolgirl 🎀

xoxo

Continued in: Sarah's Junior School

 

Only if it's ok with Daddy

Continued from: Sexual Aggression

A story from slave sarah 

Hi everyone. It's sarah. Mistress Andrea has set me up in her office once again and has asked me to post about what's been happening for the last few weeks at her Facility. 

If you remember back to my last post called Age Progression, Russell officially became my "Daddy" Dom and I became his "little", complete with diapers and pacifier gags. I can only say with all honesty, it's been dreadfully humiliating for me, but there is a certain level of comfort and care that comes along with it...it's difficult to explain. 

Most days of the week I report to the Facility after work where that young Cassandra girl, rids me of my normal clothes and helps me dress and do my make-up the way Daddy want's me. I always look so little and ridiculous, dripping with bows and ruffles and satin. I'm ashamed to admit however, that the humiliation gets me dripping in other ways too. It's involuntary and I can't help but feel a rush to my princess parts, when Cassie puts me in ruffled ankle socks and Mary Janes.

On weekends I am typically checked-in to the Facility Friday night and I am not released until late Sunday. I spend time locked in my frilly pink cell, between play and training scenes with Daddy and I have been earning plenty of gold stars on my progression chart.  

There have been a few demerits earned, which usually means I get Daddy's belt right on the spot, draped over his knee with my bum bare, regardless of who is around to see or hear. 

"Sarah Jane, go fetch Daddy's belt and meet me in the living room," is what I recall him saying to me. He and everyone else at the Facility call me by my first and middle name now, when I am in trouble. It definitely stirs the butterflies in the pit of my stomach when I hear that and know I'm in for it!

I then have to do the walk of shame to the spare bedroom, also known as "Daddy's room", and retrieve his well-worn belt from the hook it hangs on the back of the door. 

I sheepishly shuffle into the living room with it, doubled-over in my hands. Once again, regardless of who else is present, my panties are hiked down to my ankles and I am strapped, over Daddy's knee. I end up sobbing in the timeout corner of the living room for about 25 minutes, then I have to put a sad-face sticker 😢 on my progress chart. 

But my gold stars certainly outweigh the demerits I have earned. I hope to have enough to be promoted soon and get the hell out of these crinkly diapers and ruffled diaper covers I am often made to wear. 

When Daddy has me lay on my back and changes me, right in the living room, I want to crawl under the floor and die of embarrassment. 

This happened to be one of the first times I met Mistress Andrea's wife actually. I feel sick to my stomach even now, typing about this humiliation. 

I was on the living room floor with my legs in the air. ME! A grown woman...being powdered and diapered by Daddy when the two of them walked in. 

Daddy led me by the hand to meet Summer for the first time and I could barely look at her I was so ashamed. 

I found her to be very sweet and bubbly. Even though I was on the verge of tears, she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. 

I remember her whispering something into my ear to the effect of, "don't be embarrassed Sarah Jane, I know what crinkly diapers feel like too." 

I think Mistress Andrea overheard. She was sitting on the couch with Daddy. She suddenly turned to him and said, "Russ, maybe we could get these two together for a playdate?" 

"A playdate!!" Summer squealed out loud!

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". 

"Mommy, can we, can we?" She repeated out loud while bouncing up and down in Mistress' arms. 

Daddy and I watched on. Daddy actually started chuckling at Summer's behaviour but I was still paralyzed with humiliation. 

"Only if it's ok with Sarah's Daddy." I heard Mistress say. 

Well...that was a week ago and I have since been promoted. I earned enough gold stars on my progress chart that as I sit here and type this, I am no longer sitting on the padded crinkle of a pink diaper. 

Rather, Daddy has me in a cute plaid jumper and knee socks with proper school knickers. 

How did I earn enough gold stars to be promoted you ask? 

I'll have to post about the playdate with Summer, if Mistress and Daddy allow it. Then it will become abundantly clear. 

Sarah Jane ; ) 

xoxo

Continued in: Slave Sisters

Age Progression

Continued from: Two Days a Captive

A post from slave sarah 

As I wrote about in my last post, I just spent the better part of two days in a BDSM jail cell, with my throbbing pussy locked into a chastity belt a majority of the time. I was only removed from my cell to be whipped or sexually used by my Master. It was a very heavy scene that spanned the two days of my captivity. I loved and hated it equally...

Master did some tender aftercare with me and took me to a room that also had a lockable cell door, but appeared much more comfortable than the previous space I was in. 

Everything was pink and ruffled and adorable. Almost immediately I felt comforted in this space. I felt little and vulnerable. Russell sat me down and explained a new plan he had for me. 

I was told that this space was the alternative to being in the stark and dank jail cell for my sessions, that this "little" space would be the first step in my age progression. It was made very clear to me that I would be required to wear crinkly diapers on occasion and I would be required to dress in extremely elaborate sissy attire, almost like a doll, with Mary Janes, ankle socks or even white tights. 

Russell explained that his role would become a Daddy Dom and I would be his "little". I would have rules, boundaries and be protected and cared for while under Daddy's control. Consequences would no longer involve bondage apparatus and whippings, rather, I was told I would be given childish punishments like over-the-knee spanking, mouth soaping and timeouts. The diapers, the outfits and my new lifestyle when at the Facility, would be extremely humiliating, he went on to explain, before showing me little child's calendar on the wall. 

Russell told me that through obedience, acceptance of my new role and good behaviour, I will earn gold stars on my calendar. It sounded like if I kneel and suck Daddy's cock for instance, and accept his cum into my mouth, then all cute-like, thank Daddy for his cum once I have swallowed it, I would earn a gold star on my chart.

If I achieve enough stars, I would be promoted in "age". From what I was told the next stage would involve me dressed as a schoolgirl in short tartan jumpers and skirts. There would be no more diapers used but discipline would now involve a cane, paddle and strap, not just a hand-spanking over Daddy's knee. My room would change and I would be attending the classroom upstairs, for many of my scenes. 

Again, I would be subject to a system of either demerit points or gold stars, based on my submission, behaviour and obedience. Russell explained that after this stage, if I earn a promotion again, I enter an "older" schoolgirl role. Knee socks become thigh-highs or tights, my skirts become sluttier and shorter and my heels get higher. 

The more he explained the more I was really starting to enjoy this concept of age progression. Apparently after the second schoolgirl look, I would become a slutty secretary and one step closer to what Russell was calling an Upper Floor sex slave, which I also liked the sounds of. If it's anything like the Upper Floor porn site where the girls are in those red and black seamed stockings, I'm all in! I'd love to be used like that and be that well trained. 

This entire plan also involves demerit points. Ying and yang I guess. You can't have pleasure without pain, and there can't be gold stars without also having demerits. Russell explained to me that if demerit points were earned, I could be demoted down a rung, like suddenly regressing from schoolgirl, back into diapers and into the pink room for instance. If I was so naughty that I am demoted from the pink room, I end up back in the jail cell, left alone and only released to be flogged and aggressively fucked.

This was definitely the incentive I needed, before agreeing to all of this. I didn't want to end up in shackles, locked in that jail cell and left alone again. I seductively plopped my bare, recently whipped ass onto Russell's lap and he pulled me in for a lovely embrace. 

I did my very best sucky and needy, baby-voice and for the first time, called Russell, "Daddy". 

"What do you say we get you out of that chastity belt and into a comfy diaper little one?" He asked me. 

Of course I purred back to him immediately, "yes Daddy." 

After some time spent at the vanity table and mirror, and with Daddy coaching me on, I surprised even myself when my reflection suddenly involved ringlets a hair bow and heavy make-up. 

It was nice to be rid of the clunky metal chastity belt but I was dreadfully humiliated when I had to adopt a diaper pose for my new Daddy. Like suddenly I was shy and modest?! This gorgeous man just spent two days violating all three of my fuck-holes with his penis. Pussy-to-mouth, ass-to-mouth and back again...yet this was the embarrassing part for me? Having to hold my legs wide and in the air while Daddy powders my pussy and anus, then slides a crinkly diaper under my tailbone. 

I had to put on this hideous, ridiculous satin dress but I was relieved that it hid my diaper. Next came white knee socks and little doll heels in blue gingham. 

This was a horrible and devious predicament I had just agreed to. My outfit and my new role was humiliating beyond belief, but the humiliation was only making my pussy wet and achy. The humiliation wasn't excruciating to the point that I would purposely act out and become demoted, just to be rid of these clothes. If I acted up I would be punished and surely end up naked, shackled and returned to the jail cell. 

My only reprieve would be through promotion. Promotion away from these silly clothes and this dreadful role. For this I had to be a good girl for Daddy, and earn those gold stars on my chart! When his penis was produced a short time later, I wasted no time in going for gold! I'll be the best LG this DD has ever experienced! 

"Ohhh Daddddddy!! It's so big." I purred to him as his cock began to swell in my little hand. 

"Daddy, I love it when it grows in my mouth!" I continued on with my vulnerable, baby-voice. 

Daddy was so gentle and caring with me. Not only did I earn a gold star that day, but also a pussy full of Daddy's cum! 

Thank you Daddy!
 

slave sarah

xoxo

Continued in: Working from Home

Two Days a Captive

Continued from: She was a skater girl

A post from slave sarah

My session with Master had come to end. It ended with his strong masculine embrace, after being released from my cell. I nuzzled my head into his shoulder and thanked Russell sincerely. Not for being released from my cell, but rather, the amazing session he gave me. 

I came to learn later on, that I had spent a total of two days and two nights in that cell, only being hauled out for sexual use, whippings and torture. The most tender and intimate parts of my body ached with tingles of soreness and latent pain. The soles of my bare feet were tender, having felt the lash multiple times. My nipples were sensitive to the touch, from being whipped, clamped and pinched. The back of my throat hurt a little and both my filthy cunt and asshole were puffy, red and abused. 

I felt alive! I felt elated. Everything that just happened to me was exactly what I asked for and everything I had hoped for. 

When Russell sadly bid me farewell, officially brining an end to the multi-day session, Mistress asked if I was ok to sit and blog about my sexual degradation. I told her I was. She kept me fully naked and did not remove my metal collar. She gagged my mouth and set me up at her office desk. Of course all of this, the ritual, the ball-gag and having to shamefully blog about my session was making me aroused all over again. 

I'm not 100% sure where to begin. Much of my session was a blur of my heart racing, ridiculously powerful orgasms, then left in solitude with my thoughts, unable to masturbate because of that fuckin' chastity belt. 

I seem to remember a transition that occurred from one jail-space to another. If you remember back to a previous post of mine, I was bound and gagged in a much smaller cell that only contained a toilet and some shackles. 

Master bound me in such a way that my head was more or less IN the toilet, then he fucked me from behind, good and hard. 

I think at this point we broke scene and with his cum still oozing from my pussy, he did a check-in with me, both emotionally and physically. I think he could see the frenzy of lust in my eyes and he asked me something to the effect of, "you want more don't you? Harder, heavier, more humiliating...?"

I nodded my head in excitement, replying with a "yes Sir." 

He asked me if I had anywhere be for the next few days. Nope...my schedule was clear, just for this BDSM vacation. And gawd did I ever need it, it was truly a slave-cation. 

I think I groaned out loud when Master took me to my new cell and I saw the galvanized farm basin. How horribly humiliating! I actually thought Master was going to hose me down and wash me down like an animal, before using me again. Even contemplating this now, as I write this, I'm dying of humiliation...yet my cunt continues to betray me! Why is this level of degradation so arousing to me? 

Luckily for me, Master locked me in my cell and left, telling me to "freshen up" in private. Also lucky for me, the hose provided came with both hot and cold water. I probably could have used a "cold shower" though, gawd I was so fuckin' aroused! My clit was aching so badly in that Goddamn chastity belt. 

At one point I even tried to use the hose nozzle to spray warm water through the metal screening that housed my pussy. I almost, almost got myself off...groan* almost. 

I tried a a few other positions and moves as well, but it was hopeless. Master had officially taken control of my pussy and my orgasms until further notice. 

I remember laying down at this point, defeated and frustrated. I think I even tried to nap but the deep ache in my pussy and my metal accessories made it difficult. I don't think I was left idle for all that long, before Master returned to use me again. 

He made me stand and squat inside the farm trough, while he fucked my mouth and throat. Eventually his hot cum splashed into my mouth, which I swallowed down immediately. 

I coughed and sputtered, apparently taking too long to thank him for his cum. Master shackled me into a bondage thing outside my cell, that my head and wrists went into. He "reminded me" with his belt, that I was to verbally thank him for his cum, no matter what hole of mine it ended up in. 

"Thank you for your cum Master." He made me cry out loud as he strapped me with his belt. 

I remember being put back in my cell after the belt-thrashing, nursing some very thick welts and crying into my little cot. 

There was still no relief for my naughty cunt, which was more or less gushing through the metal screening at this point. 

The next visit from Master I think it was my tits and nipples, that became the focus of my masochistic desires. A flogger, clothespins, clamps and even electro-pads. I received all of the wonderful and torturous sensations. 

I did manage to sleep through the night, both nights in-fact, despite the rigid chastity belt. The belt was occasionally removed throughout my slavery and I experienced some of the hardest and most ferocious orgasms of my life!

I loved all of the sweet torture and being used repeatedly as Master's fuck toy, but I didn't like the moments where I was left alone and wasn't being cuddled or played with. 

However, this is the session I asked for. When those steel bars rattled shut and my cell was locked, I began to question whether or not some things are best left to fantasy...

I'm glad I got to experience this though. I had a safeword, I didn't use it. I can't picture myself asking for the captive, consensual non-consent option again. I suppose if I disobeyed or misbehaved I could be sent here as punishment, but I wouldn't be looking forward to it!

That being said, when my session ended and before I was turned over to Mistress to sit here and type, I was taken to another room of the house and given an option. This room was very pink and frilly.

I was then given the choice to trade in Master for "Daddy".

This was a very interesting turn of events indeed. I'm not sure what path to choose yet...

slave sarah 

xoxo

Continued in: Age Progression