Family Meeting

Continued from: There Must be Order

As I stood before my family, my heart swelled with a sense of purpose and determination. I knew that I had to establish the rules and boundaries of our unique dynamic, to ensure that we could all coexist harmoniously under one roof. I took a deep breath, my gaze sweeping over Summer and Sarah Jane, who sat obediently on the floor like two little girls waiting for story time. 

"I am Mommy or Ma'am," I declared, my voice ringing out calmly, my eyes boring into each of them in turn, daring them to challenge my authority. "And Russell is Daddy or Sir," I paused, watching as the girl's faces lit up with arousing delight. 

"That makes us sisters!" Summer whispered into Sarah's ear while the two of them giggled. 

I cut their antics short, "there will be rules," I stated, my voice carrying a note of finality, leaving no room for argument or negotiation. "And as always, strict consequences for those who fail to abide by them," I gazed down at the girls yet again, ensuring that they understood the gravity of my words.

"This applies to everyone," I added, my eyes glaring briefly to Russell, my eyebrow raised pointedly. I knew that he, too, needed to be held accountable, to understand that his role as Daddy came with its own set of obligations and limitations. He would not be immune to my consequences by virtue of his dominant title and role within our dynamic. 

"As much as I love you both and have assumed the role of head-of-household," I said, my voice warm and affectionate as I addressed Sarah Jane and Summer, "it is important that you understand that Daddy has disciplinary authority over you as well. He is your protector, your guide and your mentor, and it is his duty to ensure that you behave in a manner befitting of the young ladies you are."

I let my words sink in, watching as their eyes widened with a mix of excitement and arousal. "To that end," I continued, "Daddy's belt will always be hung on the back of his bedroom door, serving as a constant reminder of his authority and your obligation to obey him, much like my hairbrush, which is always displayed on my dresser." 

I could see the colour rising in their cheeks, their breath quickening at the mention of the belt, and I knew that the thought of being disciplined by Daddy held a certain sexual appeal for them both. 

"But remember," I cautioned, my tone growing stern, "punishment in this household is not a game, nor is it something to be taken lightly. You two are no strangers to being over Mommy's knee, what have I always told you two about punishment spankings?" 

The girls looked a bit puzzled, trying to remember the various rules and mantras that accompanied all the facets of a D/s lifestyle. 

"Daddy, help them out, please," I urged. 

"A true spanking doesn't begin, until you're wishing it was over," Russell declared out loud, his voice gritty and raspy. 

"Yes, Mommy," Sarah Jane and Summer chimed in unison, their faces filled with a combination of arousal and dread. I could see the wheels turning in their minds, no doubt conjuring up vivid fantasies of being bent over Daddy's knee, their tender bottoms and glistening pussies bared and vulnerable for all to see. 

I knew that the thought of being disciplined by him, of submitting to his firm yet loving guidance, was enough to send shivers of anticipation surging through their bodies, their panties dampening with arousal at the mere prospect. 

With a gentle wave of my hand, I dismissed Sarah Jane and Summer, sending them off to play in Sarah Jane's room. "Go on now, you two," I encouraged, my voice warm and indulgent. "Go off and colour or play dolls, but remember - keep your clothes on and hands to yourselves!" They nodded obediently and gave us both hugs, one by one. 

"Thank you Mommy, thank you Daddy," they both sweetly cooed, before scampering off, their excited laughter echoing through the hallway as they disappeared up the stairs. 

I watched them go with a fond smile, my heart swelling with love and pride for our little unconventional family. 

But there was still one more matter to attend to, one more piece of business that required my immediate attention, given all the temptation that was swirling and brewing in the home like a humid storm. Turning back to Russell, I held out my hand, the rigid black chastity cage balancing menacingly in my palm as I worked the gold key into the lock to separate the two pieces. 

"I believe it's time for us to have a little chat about the autonomy of that penis of yours...or lack of autonomy, rather." 

His eyes widened in surprise, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks as he realized what I had in store for him. 

"Come here, darling," I commanded softly, undoing his jeans and hiking them down to his ankles. "It's not that I don't trust you, Russell," I spoke softly as I worked the base ring around his testicles. "It's those two I don't trust," smiling and gesturing to the staircase that the girls just scampered up. 

"Now," I explained, as I fitted the inescapable tube over his flaccid shaft, "this isn't a permanent fixture. I am going to be holding both of these gold keys but that doesn't mean you'll never be unlocked. You may ask me to unlock you anytime, Sarah Jane can too, but there might be terms that come along with such freedom." 

Russell dutifully replied with a "yes, Ma'am," as I locked the brass mechanism and retained both of the keys. 

"Gold, huh?" Russell remarked, as he surveyed the two keys in my palm. 

"Yes, huni, gold suits you," I praised with affection. "And something tells me, 2025 is going to be a golden year for us."  

"Now be a darling and go run a bath for me, there's a 1997 Knight's Valley in the cellar, a glass of that as well please..."

"Oh...and on your way to the en suite, 'Daddy,' tell the girls to stop jumping on Sarah's bed," I smiled and winked at him as he said, "yes, Ma'am," before hurrying off. 

"Daddy, look what I can do," Summer's cheerful voice echoed down the staircase. 

I giggled to myself and shook my head at the absurdness of our new family and its dynamics, imagining the possibilities of the coming year.  

I think this will be a golden year for us indeed. I'm looking forward to all the great things we'll get up to in 2025! 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

  

Diapered & Denied

Continued from: Betrayed

After sending Mandy to the corner, I set a timer for twenty minutes and settled into a nearby chair, admiring the view of her freshly spanked bottom. Mandy remained perfectly still, her nose pressed firmly against the corner, her hands clasped obediently behind her head. 

As many of you know, I often write about layering, when it comes to BDSM. Whether this means a properly layered spanking or the strategic application of bondage, in compounding layers. Not only is the layering functional, but most importantly is how it affects the psychology and headspace of the submissive. 

Picture how you would feel, having your partner bind your ankles with a soft, silky scarf, the kind you'd get in a beginners bondage kit off Amazon. Cute, and it has its time and place. 

Versus finding yourself at the mercy of your dominant partner, in a bondage configuration like this: 

Things should "feel" different, your butterflies should feel different and your sense of helplessness should be greatly heightened. 

Poor Mandy, having been betrayed by her own pussy in the last installment, was manually edged by me, denied orgasm, then spanked directly on her traitorous petals. I couldn't think of a better time to layer her. 

I approached the changing table, my eyes roaming over the array if equipment I prepared for her continued torment. Baby wipes, powder, a realistic looking anal plug complete with lubricant - these are the instruments of my control. 

I ran my fingers over the smooth leather of the chastity belt, admiring the sturdiness of the metal locks and buckles. Once secured around Mandy's diaper, this device will render her utterly helpless, unable to access her most sensitive areas with my express permission. 

Beside the chastity belt, laid a pair of padded bondage mittens, their soft pink fabric a stark contrast to the reality of their purpose. Lockable of course, these will ensure that Mandy's hands remain useless, incapable of even the simplest acts of self-pleasure or relief. 

"Up you get, little one," I say, patting the padded surface of the adult-sized change table. "It's time to get you ready for your nap." 

I watch with rapt attention, as Mandy squirms and writhes on the changing table, her face contorted with shame and humiliation. With a resigned sigh, she lays back and lifts her legs into the air, her thighs falling open to expose her most intimate parts to my inspection. 

I took a moment to admire the view, savouring the sight of her vulnerable, trembling form. She gasped as I blotted the cold baby wipe against her soaked pussy, wiping away the evidence of her shameful arousal. Her eyes widened in horror as I dabbed and wiped a second one against her puckered anus, the scent of them leaving an innocent freshness in their wake. 

Mandy tensed as I circled her asshole with my fingers, applying generous amounts of lubricant inside and out. "Relax, baby girl," I cooed, my voice dripping with false reassurance. "This won't hurt a bit...well, not too much, anyway." Before she could respond, I pressed the tip of the penis plug against her little pucker, until it breached and entered. 

Mandy's mouth fell open in a silent moan, her eyes rolled back in her head as the thick, veiny plug seated in place, the base peeked out obscenely from between her spanked ass cheeks. Reaching for the baby powder, I shook a liberal amount between her legs, coating her naughty pussy in a fine, white dust. The scent was overwhelming, sickening sweet, a perfect accompaniment to the humiliation she must have been feeling when she watched me slid the crinkly diaper under her tender bum. 

Mandy could only whimper and tell me how badly she needed to cum, as I applied the padlocks to her, and another set of locks to her bondage mitts. 

Do my layers end there? Is that enough? 

Of course not. 

Once in the crib and comfortably on her back, I affixed soft leather bondage cuffs to Mandy's ankles, locking these as well and securing them to the bars of the crib. 

"There now, little one," I murmur, my voice laced with false sweetness. "All nice and secure and ready for beddy-byes." I reach over and switch on a baby sound machine, filling the room with the soothing sounds of rainfall and lullabies. It's a cruel joke, given the state of arousal and frustration I'm leaving my poor Mandy in. 

I'd love to use a pacifier gag for her, but I wouldn't be able to leave her alone with something like that in her mouth. Secured and plugged in her denied predicament, I leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Mommy will be back in a little while, sweetheart...try to nap." 

Then, with a satisfied smirk, I turned and exited the room. 

I took off my Mommy Domme outfit and changed into something a little more comfortable, to prepare for the second stage of Mandy's session, after her nap. 

I checked the time delay to the UK before calling my sweet Cassandra for our weekly check-in. It was early evening there, which meant she was likely deep into a session at her fetish studio. 

"Hello, sweetheart!" I purred into the phone, my voice maternal and warm. As she and I began to converse, I became increasingly aware of the background noises emanating from her end of the line. The sharp crack of a whip cut through the air, followed by a muffled gasp and a wet, slurping sound.

No doubt, she had some poor, unsuspecting man trussed up in lingerie and high heels, kneeling before her as she guided his reluctant mouth onto a waiting erection. 

"Mistress Cassandra, but I'm not gay," I heard this British accent whimper pathetically, his voice strained with desperation. Cassandra's laughter rang out, cold and cruel. "Of course you're not pet," she purred sarcastically, "you just have another man's cock in your mouth right now. Now stop your whining and get back to work, that dick isn't gonna suck itself." 

"Mistress, can I call you back in like 15? This little cock whore needs more motivating." 

I heard another crack of a whip and a yelp of pain, before the line went dead on me. I couldn't help but chuckle and shake my head. I can't wait to hear all about this one...

Tsk tsk...oh, Cassie...

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: The Facility U.K.

 

 

A Special Bedtime for Russell

Continued from: The Three D's of a FLR

A Sarah Jane story

The following night, I was lounging on the sofa, my legs spread invitingly, I could feel the gentle caress of Russell's tongue against my delicate folds. I had him fully naked and collared with a leash, kneeling dutifully between my legs.

 

Since my pinup dress and vintage lingerie look of yesterday, I seem to have resonated toward these classic, feminine styles. The strict, vintage "Mommy" look, always with the pearls and an ebony hairbrush at the ready.

That being said, for tonight, I was in vintage heels, nude stockings with garter straps that disappeared under the cool satin of my Mommy robe, opened slightly to expose most of my bare tits and allow Russell access to my pussy.

As he lapped away, worshipping my pussy, I pulled up my phone and accessed our FLR contract. My fingers scrolled to the section relating to spankings and punishments, my thumb panning to rest on the sub-heading: 

Bedtime Spankings

I scanned the content and raised an eyebrow, as I felt his tongue begin to swirl circles around my clit. 

Section 3.1, sub-section (a), (b) and (c)

The submissive shall present himself to the Mistress, ready for bed and dressed in dedicated sleepwear selected by the Mistress. 

When prompted, the submissive will bare his bottom and position himself over the lap of the Mistress.

These bedtime spankings may last anywhere from ten minutes to half an hour, depending on how long it takes for the submissive to fully embrace his vulnerability. These bedtime rituals serve to strengthen the bond between us, reminding the submissive that even in his most vulnerable moments, he is cherished and protected.  

I tucked my phone away and got more involved in his oral worship, pressing on the back of his head and encouraging him to slow down and draw his tongue upwards, the full length of my pussy. After an amazing orgasm, Russell remained on the floor, lowering his gaze and whispering out a breathy, "thank you, Mistress," for my delightful gift of cumming onto his lips.   

I smiled down at him in contentment, enjoying the view of him collared, with his leash held in my hand, as I contemplated my next move. 

During the wooden spoon spanking of yesterday and our subsequent playtime after dinner, he was transitioning into his new role quite well. However, I could still sense too much of his dominant, alpha bravado left in him. I would see this rising to the surface from time to time. Plus, his whiny, little girl tantrum when I didn't unlock him last night to fuck me, I still needed to address in some manner. 

I accessed my phone and pulled up the contract again, section 3.1 (a) and (c).  

...shall present himself to the Mistress, ready for bed and dressed in dedicated sleepwear selected by the Mistress. 

...for the submissive to fully embrace his vulnerability.

Had he fully embraced his vulnerability yet? Or was there still too much of his old role left in him? 

I thought I would give a bedtime spanking a try, but with a twist, and see how Russell responds. 

"It's time to get ready for bed, my little one," I announced, in a sing-song voice. I rose from the couch, the silk of my robe flowing around my curves as I stood before him in all my dominant glory. 

The click of my heels against the hardwood floor echoed through the room as I accessed his leash and began to lead him out of the room. I stopped short of the upper floor, pointing to the corner of the landing on the staircase. "Kneel here, facing the walls," I commanded, guiding him into position. "Hands at your sides, eyes straight ahead. Mommy needs to prepare some things for your early bedtime." 

I ran a manicured finger along the nape of his neck, watching as goosebumps consumed his body. 

"Don't move a muscle until I return. Understood?" 

"Yes, Mommy," he replied, picking up on the change in my role, that I was laying on pretty thick.

 

I ascended the stairs, my hips swaying seductively with each click and I made my way to the bedroom. The soft glow of the nightside lamps illuminated the space as I approached the dresser, a special drawer of the dresser I had started just for him. 

With careful deliberation, I selected a pink satin, babydoll nightie, its fabric whispering against my fingertips as I laid it out on the bed. 

Next, a matching satin thong, the silky texture a stark contrast to the masculine hands that will soon be pulling them on. 

Finally, I retrieved a pair of adorable nylon ankle socks, their ruffled cuffs adding a touch of childlike innocence to the ensemble. 

I arranged each item with precision, creating a visual feast of femininity that will serve as a shocking reminder of Russell's place in this dynamic. 

As I made my way back down the stairs, my eyes fell upon Russell's kneeling form, still obediently facing the corner as instructed. The sight of him, naked and collared, waiting patiently for my return, sent a thrill of power coursing through my pussy. 

Gently, I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Stand up, honey," I whispered, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my palm. "Mommy has laid out a special jammies for you tonight," I murmured, my voice a sultry purr. "Go to Mommy's room, dress yourself in the items I've laid out, you may remove your collar, and sit on the edge of the bed with your eyes down. I'll be up shortly to..." I paused dramatically, "...to tuck you in."

With a gentle pat on his bare bum, I sent him on his way, watching as he climbed the stairs, his naked form disappearing from view. A wicked smile played on my lips as I imagined the scene unfolding for poor Russell - having to dress in such frilly pajamas, to wait for "Mommy" to "tuck him into bed" earlier than usual. 

The anticipation was building as I waited a good ten minutes, before slowly and powerfully clicking up the stairs in my heels. Upon reaching the top of the stairs I stopped, allowing the silence to stretch out for a moment before slipping off my heels and sliding my feet into a pair of plush, fur-lined slippers.

I entered the room with purposeful strides, my slippers whispering against the rug as I made my way to the ottoman bench at the end of the bed. Lowering myself onto the cushioned surface, my satin robe pooled around me like liquid silver. I took a moment to adjust my position, ensuring that my lap will provide a sturdy base for Russell's mid-section. 

Once settled, I called him over. "Come here, little one," I purred, a slow sensual smile spreading across my lips, as I took in the sight of his feminized form. 

I cooed out to him again, speaking with maternal care and authority. "It's time for your bedtime spanking." 

As he approached, in the unfamiliar embarrassment of his girly attire, I reached out to gently grasp his wrist. My eyes travelled down his body, lingering on the pink satin thong that hugged his hips and outlined his cock cage perfectly. 

"These need to come down, sweetie," I hissed, tracing a finger along the waistband. "Bare that naughty bum for Mommy, we're going to have a little chat about your girlish whining last night." 

He whimpered as he hooked his thumbs into the delicate panties and slide them down his thighs, revealing the pale globes of his bare bum. I tapped my lap invitingly, the sound of my palm against my own flesh acted as a preview of the sounds to come. "Over Mommy's knee, young lady," I ordered with amusement, mixing in some emasculating gender-play. 

As his weight settled over my lap, I closed my thighs gently, to trap his cock cage between my stocking tops. 

With a deep breath, I begin the spanking, my hand rising and falling in a therapeutic, comforting rhythm. I intended to make this spanking long but not overly severe, a preview for Russell, as to what a bedtime ritual may become in our new dynamic. 

As the minutes ticked by, I watched as his bottom transformed to a lovely shade of pink that matched the shade of his adorable pajamas. When I finally paused, my palm stinging pleasantly from the impact, I kicked my foot out of one of my slippers, the firm rubber sole making a soft thud as it hit the floor. 

"Hand Mommy her slipper, young lady," I commanded, my voice low and sultry. I shifted Russell's position slightly, so her could support his upper body on the ottoman and I could use one of my legs to pin his in place, a time-honoured position I learned at the Facility. 

As I gripped the slipper firmly in my hand, I marveled at the dichotomy of this scene - a grown man, alpha-male at that, reduced to the status of a naughty little girl over's Mommy's knee. 

I raised the slipper high above my head, and brought it down firmly onto Russell's sit-spots, alternating cheeks, mixing in some upper thighs too. I paused occasionally to caress his bum, inspecting my work and making sure I was feeling the right amount of heat. 

As the spanking drew to a close, I allowed Russell a moment to just lay there in pure silence and vulnerability, over my knee, with his red bottom exposed and swollen. I rubbed his lower back and told him he was a "good girl," before helping him to his feet.

"Pull up those pretty panties, my sweetie," I instructed, my voice switching to a soothing balm. "And don't forget to thank Mommy for your spanking." 

I watched as he obeyed, wincing slightly as the delicate thong slid between his reddened cheeks. 

"Thank you for my spanking, Mommy," his voice crackled out in the quiet of the room. 

Satisfied with his gratitude I pointed to the bathroom door, once again firm and authoritative. I began to lay it on thick, making every attempt to break down the defences of his previous role as my dominant. 

"Now, my little princess," I said sweetly, "I want you to go into the bathroom. Mommy has a special surprise for you in there, resting on a towel. Bring the items to Mommy please." 

Earlier, when Russell was in the timeout corner on the landing, I had prepared some things for after his bedtime slippering. What he was about to see, laid out upon a fluffy white towel in my bathroom, was a realistic penis-shaped butt plug and a tube of lubricant.

"Be a good girl and bring the items to Mommy, please," I sang out cheerfully, twisting my blade of dominance even deeper. Hehe! 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Tucked in by Mommy

  

  

 

 

The Stuffie or the Whip?

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Thumb Suckers

Continued from: Brutal Tenderness

A Sarah Jane story

As the afternoon wore on, I watched with delight as Mandy slowly shed her inhibitions, losing herself in the simple pleasure of colouring books and stuffies. 

I leaned in close to her, whispering a naughty idea into her ear. Her eyes widened with a mixture of shock and excitement, but after a moment's hesitation, she nodded eagerly. 

"Daddy," I called out, my voice dripping with faux innocence. "Can you come here for a minute? We want to show you something special." 

Daddy appeared in the doorway, a curious expression on his face. "What is it, princess?" he asked, stepping into the pink bedroom. 

I grabbed Mandy's hand, pulling her to her feet. Together, we struck a pose, showing off our innocent dresses and knee-high socks. "Don't we look pretty, Daddy?" I asked, twirling in place. 

Daddy smiled indulgently. "You both look adorable," he agreed. "But what did you want to show me?" I exchanged a mischievous glance with Mandy before continuing. 

"Well, we thought it would be fun if you filmed us doing something naughty, Daddy, while we're dressed like this," I said, batting my eyelashes at him. 

"Like maybe...we could sixty-nine for you, Daddy, and be permitted to cum, pretty please?"

For a moment, I thought the boldness of my request might land me over his knee, with my panties at my ankles, but then a slow grin spread across his face. 

"Is that what my little girls want?" he asked, his voice taking on a low, seductive tone. "To put on a show for Daddy?" 

Mandy and I nodded eagerly, our hearts racing with anticipation. "Yes, please, Sir," Mandy chimed in, her voice soft and babyish. 

"Alright then," he said, aiming his phone at us, "Go ahead and get started, my little sluts."

With a giggle, Mandy and I crawled up onto the bed and began kissing. 

We lifted our dresses and removed our panties, revealing our bare pussies to the camera while keeping the sugary sweetness of our knee socks and Mary Janes on. 

We both posed for Daddy's video. 

Slowly, teasingly, we got into position on the princess bed, spreading our legs to secure our heads into each other's crotches. We leaned in, our tongues darting out to taste each other's wetness. The sensation was electric, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body as I lapped at Mandy's clit and slid a finger into her bum. 

We moved together in perfect sync, our bodies writhing and grinding against each other as we chased our mutual release. I could feel my orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core with each lash of Mandy's talented tongue. Just as I reached the peak, I felt her body tense beneath me, her own climax crashing over her in waves. 

Daddy loomed over us, his phone still trained on our flushed faces. "Good girls," he praised, his voice thick with arousal.

With gentle hands, he helped us out of our little patent heels, leaving us in nothing but our knee socks, before leading us over to the oversized crib in the corner of the room. 

We crawled into the crib together, curling up against each other as Daddy tucked the soft blankets around us. 

"Now, my little ones," he said softly. I want you to suck your thumbs like good little girls. It will help you relax and drift off to sleep." 

Obediently, Mandy and I brought our thumbs to our mouths, our cheeks hollowing as we began to suck gently. The motion was surprisingly soothing, and I felt myself growing drowsy almost immediately. 

"That's it," Daddy cooed, stroking our hair with tender fingers. "My sweet little angels. You've been such good girls today, and now it's time for a nice, long nap. When you wake, I'll have something else for you to suck on." 

As I little-spooned back into Mandy, feeling her warmth against my neck, I couldn't help but marvel at how freeing this experience had been. In this moment, we weren't adults with responsibilities and worries - we were simply two little girls, safe and loved in the care of Daddy. 

It was a blissful escape from reality, one that I knew would change Mandy's perspective on BDSM forever, the knowledge that it's not always dungeons and chains. With a contended sigh, I closed my eyes and let sleep claim me, sucking on my thumb, secure in the knowledge that everything was right in my world. 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Ugly Cried