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

 

Objectification

Continued from: Sarah's First Post

A post from Sarah

Almost 24-hours had passed, since I found myself bare naked in the palour of Mistress Andrea's Facility. I was being told to kneel, being told to keep my eyes down and how to position my arms. 

These were not requests, these were orders. I absolutely loved the simplicity of being told what to do. To not think, just obey.  

My clit jumped with each click of her high heels off the hardwood. Like a metronome of steady and commanding footsteps, when she approached and left me.

Since the first time I met her and she conducted her little "experiment", I cannot deny the fact that she tore a hole in the fabric of my identity. Despite her sexuality and her obvious gorgeousness, I'm just not attracted to women in that way. That is, until she started ordering me around, humiliating and degrading me...threatening to punish me. It has awoken something inside of me that I didn't know existed. 

My throbbing cunt is betraying me even now, as I sit here to type on Mistress' blog.

Carved from a corner of my bedroom, is my little WFH office. Between zoom calls, I've been trying to recount the events of yesterday afternoon, the first moment I had the privilege of calling Russell, 'Sir'.

It began with a different set of footsteps behind me. I knew it wasn't Mistress in her heels. I could also hear the distinct jingle of ice cubes in glass. 

Oh gawd! Oh I was so embarrassed and my god was he ever fucking hot! He sat and didn't acknowledge me, but glared toward my knelt state.

I was under instructions to keep my eyes lowered, which I did, but once Russell sat, I could see most of him. I didn't think it was possible to feel more naked, than fully naked, but I did. Being naked in a room with someone who is fully clothed is deathly vulnerable. My pussy betrayed me yet again, and started to slick my inner thighs. 

He smiled at me once, maybe to reassure me, before picking up his drink and taking a sip. He cleared his throat and spoke for the first time. 

"This is what you want?" He said, all raspy and sexy-like. His words were chosen carefully. It was almost a question, but had the tone of a statement. It was a masterful choice of words. It limited my control and decision making, although I did answer him. 

"Yes please, Sir," I squeaked out, without hesitating. 

I trembled when he came to help me up, using a firm grip on my wrist. I was taken to the corner of the room, to the padded apparatus affixed to the wall. He cinched-down the binds on my wrists until I was forced onto my toes, then he cuffed my ankles in place. 

Kneeling in a room, anticipating what's to come, provides a great deal of time to scan and interpret visual stimulus. It was not lost on me that Mistress positioned my body facing the coffee table. It was not lost on me that the blinds to this room were left open and a-top the coffee table, were two clothespins and a flogger. 

And now, I was at my most vulnerable of the session, bound, exposed and naked, in the presence of this intimidatingly, gorgeous man. 

He knelt down as he approached me, running a finger along the tops of my feet and toes, finally onto my toenails. 

"Keep these painted for me, baby pink," was all he said. 

I replied with a, "yes Sir." I was dreadfully embarrassed that my toenails were not done for him.

He ran a muscular hand up my leg and thigh and onto my pussy which he grabbed in a fist motion. I gasped out loud as he did. 

"Keep this shaved bald for me, slut." He hissed. "Your asshole too, hairless."

I groaned out loud in pure, desperate arousal. It was involuntary. I was such a whore to have groaned like that. But fuck me! He was inspecting me! Claiming me! Like my Master had just purchased me at some seedy auction. 

He continued his horrible and beautiful objectification, cupping my tits in his palms for a light bounce. Then his fingertips reached for both of my nipples. It was more of a swirl than a pinch. 

"These need to be a little more responsive." He said out loud. 

Not knowing what to do, or if this was a moment I should speak, I blurted out a, "I'm sorry Sir, I'll do better for you." 

He returned to the couch to sit, sipping from his drink once more. 

He cradled the cold, wet glass in his hands long enough to achieve his objective. He walked back to me and held my nipples with his freezing cold fingertips. They hardened instantly, and goosebumps fluttered across my body. 

"That's better." He commented, in a cavalier tone, before retrieving both clothespins and affixing them to my erect nipples. There was the sharp pain I was wanting, or at least my cunt was wanting. Now we were getting somewhere. 

Master picked up the flogger next, and proceeded to whip my stomach, ribs and tits with the vicious strands of leather. He whipped my tits and nipples until the clothespins came flying off from the impact, causing me to shriek in pain.

"You may scream. There is no shame in it." He calmly counselled, as I struggled to catch my breath through my whimpers. 

Master undid my bondage next, catching me as I was about to collapse down onto the floor. I guess being on my toes for so long had my legs shaky and spent. But on my knees in a puddle of my own degradation, was exactly where he wanted me.  

He controlled my wrists, and he was no longer in his pants, as he dragged me to the middle of the room. 

Nothing was said. He just mashed his erect penis against my lips, until I opened and took him into my mouth. Master has a lovely sized cock. I wasn't sucking it...he was fucking my face and throat with it. 

 

There was lots of beautiful gagging and gucking sounds, which only degraded me further. 

I tried to use my hands at one point, on his cock. I was quickly and sharply slapped in the face. Not at all violently, it was corrective. I need correction in this role, I have dreamed of being corrected in this way. 

He simply said, "No!" After the slap. Like he was scolding a dog. I carried on with only my mouth, like the filthy slut that I am, until Master came down my throat and onto my face. 

After this, I was told I was getting another whipping. 100 lashes to be exact, on my bare bum, back and thighs. Master was very specific this time, with what he intended to do. Likely because I was once again bound into a stress pose, to be left and to anticipate this flogging. Only this time, I was wearing his cum on my face, proudly!

slut sarah

xoxo

Continued in: All Three Holes

Heavenly Hash

Continued from: Don't try this at home!

Would you let me abduct you, tie you up and have my way with you? Bound to a chair, bare naked, with my panties in your mouth to keep you quiet? 

I'm sure you'd struggle and fight and cry out, "no please Ma'am, don't force me to lick your gorgeous pussy, I don't wanna!"

Ya ok...you'd have it so bad it would seem. Please! ;) 

Well, my very special client Nancy, didn't have to "let" me do anything, she actually asked for it, amidst this marathon of a scene. 

Thus far, Nancy had been placed in a thirty-minute timeout alongside a sissy slave. She was paddled and caned in front of others in a classroom setting, with her knickers pooled around her ankles and dressed head-to-toe like a schoolgirl. She was sent to the Principal's office after this, where she was spanked over-the-knee and paddled again. Once her tears dried she was made to clean the gym supply room, which only led to her being blackmailed by the creepy Coach and "forced" to suck his cock. 

When her school day finally finished, she was on her way to catch the make-believe bus and head home, but was abducted at knife-point by a pair of sadistic freaks. 

These two savage animals, now had her captive in some creepy basement, blindfolded, gagged and terrified.  

The two captors would leave her in silence, unable to see but forced to listen to the running of a furnace or the dripping of old pipes. 

They would return and randomly re-position her, all while groping at her tits, grabbing her ass and pussy and whipping at her with canes and floggers. 

The two captors had a script that was all designed for Nancy's benefit. They would argue in front of her, fighting over who gets to fuck her first.

They even went so far as to drag her around the room by her hair, whipping her bare legs in the process and dehumanizing her by making her eat from a pet's bowl. 

"If you end up seeing my face, or my partner's face, you'll never leave this basement, slut!" I barked at her, struggling to remain in the role she wants me in. (It's sooooo not me. At ALL, but she's a paying for me to act this way).

As you know, all of this is just an illusion, a fantasy that Nancy wished to play out. Her level of arousal was incredible! When my partner-in-crime and I got her up and shackled to the bed, to cut her cheer uniform off her body, I could see the proof of her arousal on the gusset of her delicate panties. They were absolutely soaked!

This phase of random beatings, dehumanizing and degradation was just to soften her up and allow her to enter a headspace where she believes this is all being done against her will. 

When we finally began to sexually "assault" her, she wasn't struggling or fighting with us at all. She moaned through her gag when she was in one, and eagerly embraced our cocks.

The stunt-cock I was using for this elaborate session was actually Branson, the Principal. Hehe! 

He had a lot more sexual longevity since he blasted a load into Kaylee's mouth. Nancy was likely in for some serious fucking and sucking. 

I threw on a stunt cock too, my trusty strap-on, so we could treat her to some spit roasting. 

We used a system of suspended reality or accelerated timings. We wanted Nancy to feel that she has been captive in this space for several days. We would fuck her for a bit, "force" her to suck cock and clean herself off the dicks that had just been inside her, then cage her up and leave her. 

Branson and I would return like 10 minutes later, speaking as though hours had gone by or that it was evening now. 

Nancy admitted to me during our session debrief and aftercare, that she would secretly masturbate and cum when we caged her up. Haha! What a naughty little sprite! 

My fault for not cuffing her wrists behind her back. Oh well, I'm glad she enjoyed all of this. 

We did about three cycles of to the cage and from the cage, with aggressive and rough sex in between. 

This was probably the most wild BDSM scene I've ever been involved with, and I do this for a living! 

We finished the scene in somewhat of a surprising manner. I mean, it wasn't scripted ahead of time. Branson was under orders that when he cums, it would bring an end to the session. So I told him to hold-out as long as he can. 

At some point during our third cycle of dragging Nancy out of her cage, Branson orgasmed his huge load of cum, directly onto my asshole. 

Then the stud grabbed Nancy's head and rubbed her nose in it, eventually removing her gag and making her lap it all up!

Wow. No more kid's table with those big-boy moves. Well done Branson! 

I got the added bonus of feeling Nancy's lovey tongue on my asshole. I ended up turning over while my partner-in-crime "forced" her mouth onto my pussy. She brought me to two amazing orgasms. 

I found out later this was her first time ever licking a pussy. Girls just know how to do it better! It comes naturally. 

She had me toe-curling in no time. 

As we were in the midst of seeing her out, those feel-good and fight or flight chemicals were still surging through her body. She was giddy, uplifted and very appreciative of all the work that went into her session. 

I almost felt like the entire cast and crew of this hot mess, should all come out and take a bow, maybe get handed a bouquet of roses.  

As the door opened Nancy stood at the threshold, just staring out into the "normal" world. She sighed. I knew what she was thinking...

"It's difficult to enjoy vanilla when you've had a taste of heavenly hash, isn't it sweetheart?" I cooed to her as she left. 

She turned back to me and smiled, while blowing me a kiss. 

Do not attempt heavenly hash play if, one, you have a peanut allergy, or two, you haven't established a safeword! ;) 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Foodie Porn

 

Don't try this at home!

Continued from: Making out behind the bleachers

Kaylee had a reluctant and nervous look on his face, when Principal Branson went up his skirt to probe around for the surprise beneath. 

Branson's firm hands soon found a silky-smooth pair of testicles, slightly squeezed and presented by the metal ring at the base of the scrotum. His hand then moved to stroke and fondle the metal bars that housed Kaylee's penis. 

All he could do was whimper and blush, aroused yet horrified, ashamed yet electrified with butterflies.

Meanwhile, in the gymnasium equipment room, Coach Cooper had just produced his erect cock, right into the field of view of poor Nancy. 

Nancy was playing the character of a pure and virginal schoolgirl, speaking in the tone and cadence, reminiscent of Judy Garland from the Wizard of Oz. She was currently being blackmailed by the creepy Coach and she promised to do anything he asks of her. 

Upstairs was far more barbaric, Principal Branson simply threatened to paddle Kaylee's bare bum again, if he didn't get down on his knees and open his mouth. 

The poor spanked girls, both had mouthfuls of cock, all wrapped up in their Sunday school, consensual non-consent scenes. 

Kaylee took a full load of the Principal's cum, into his mouth and onto his face, all while his little cocklette remained locked up. Nancy was doing her finest to have a similar experience. 

Branson came to get me to advise me that this particular leg of the session was over. I went into my office to collect Kaylee, we debriefed and did some aftercare together, before he was taken upstairs to his room. 

The sissy bedroom in the new Facility is more like a cell now, with a locking cell door. It's across the hall from my bedroom and the cell door allows for any occupant of the room, to be forced to listen to what Summer and I get up to at bedtimes and in the mornings. 👿

Kaylee will be staying the night in his sissy cell, but right now he was left just sitting on the edge of his bed with cum on his face, likely wondering how he let himself get this far down the rabbit hole.

 As the pink cell door shut and locked, I wondered how Nancy was making out. 

"Such a good girl", the Coach purred out, in his creepiest voice ever, before ropes of hot cum, spasmed into the back of Nancy's throat. 

The Coach got outta there quickly, he didn't want to be caught, leaving Nancy in a degraded and ashamed pile on the floor. 

I was getting dressed and into character for the final leg of this scene, I sent Summer into the locker room to check on Nancy.

"No safewords, all smiles, full steam ahead!" Is what Summer reported back to me when she came to find me upstairs. Then she just shook her head and said: 

"Oh Andrea, your friggen outfit!!"

She burst out laughing. 

"I told Nancy to head back to the area with the bleachers to wait for her school bus", Summer finally said to me. 

Don't try this at home! Don't let the neighbours see. The knife was realistic but plastic btw. 

Nancy never made it to the bus...

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Heavenly Hash