Set, Session and Scene

Continued from: It's all in the Eyes

[F/f] [spanking] [humiliation] [cornertime] [anal]

I am going to resume my TED talk series on a few more aspects of the lifestyle that I feel are important to cover, then we are going to turn things over to Sarah Jane, who wanted to re-tell the story of her very first playdate with Mandy, orchestrated by yours truly. 

Unwinnable Circumstances

Cassandra was the queen of the head games, making silly male submissives choose between the lesser of two evils, or what they thought was the lesser of two evils. This form of psychological torture pitted her male clients into predicaments within themselves. Be fucked in the ass by Cassandra, or have another 90 days added to your chastity sentence, your choice. Sixty-nine with another male slave, or feel the bite of her single-tail whip. Then she would make them actually choose the path of their own torment, before carrying it out. 

Everyone always has a third choice too, being their safeword, but those are rarely used. 

What Cassandra won't do, however, what I won't do either, is to present an unwinnable scenario to a submissive, with consequences for failure. Take this example for instance: 

I'm going to tie up this lovely submissive, I'm going to rope-anchor the Hitachi against her pussy and then I'm going to turn it on, full blast. 

If you orgasm...you're getting punished! Then leave her to the disparity of the inevitable. 

I have electro-pads on Summer's nipples, there is a vibrating anal plug up her ass and the wand is locked onto her pussy with one of those trusty, lockable, vibrator belts. I might tell her she's not allowed to cum, even threaten her about what I will do if she does...

But am I actually going to punish her when she cums? No. This is an unwinnable scenario and I'm not that cruel, plus, it will frustrate the submissive. 

A slow and steady handjob without stopping, while a bound slave just lays there and takes it. I've told him he's not allowed to cum under any circumstance, but I still keep my pace on his cock. 

I'd totally just edge then lock him back up if this was a real scenario. If you possess the skills to do a ruined orgasm, I would suggest that as an option too. 

But let's say that wasn't the goal and I just wanted some head games at play, violently jerking him off while telling him how horrible his life is going to be if he should dare cum in my presence. He's going to fail, it is inevitable. I'll make him consume his mess, to shame and humiliate him, but I'm not going to punish him for cumming, this was an unwinnable scenario. 

Set, Session and Scene

These three terms speak to the planning phases of a playdate, based on what the submissive wants and how I intend to deliver their fantasies.

A session, is the entirety of my interaction with the submissive. A session could last for several hours or even several days, where breaks can be taken into the vanilla world and into vanilla activities, but everyone remains in role, everyone abides by rules and structure, along with official titles. 

A scene, is a specific activity performed within the session. I spoke of admin and ops in a previous post, being two different things but interconnected overall. This would be an example of two scenes within one session, complimenting one another, doing admin before I do ops. 

Let's say for instance that I'm having a session with Mandy. I have told her that I'd like her age regressed when she arrives to my house and that she will be seeing "Mommy" today, for a spanking. 

We're going to do all kinds of other stuff today but I'm starting with admin, vulnerability and humiliation to kick-off the session and this maternal-style spanking becomes our first scene. 

As for sets, this would be the breakdown of my first scene, it's very easy to organize. 

Set 1: Mandy will do 20 minutes in the corner of the living room with her bum bare

Set 2: Called from the corner for OTK hand-spanking

Set 3: Have her fetch "Daddy's" belt from bedroom, give a strapping over the arm of the couch

Set 4: Wheelbarrow pose for the leather paddle

And so on, and so on, set after set, you get the idea. 

Set 9 (for instance): Finish her in the corner for another 20 minutes, bum bare.  

I said before that admin should be real and predominately non-sexual in nature, and in this example, it absolutely was. However, Mandy needs to thank me, "properly", for her spanking, and this is now where ops begins to creep into the admin. Her humiliating attire hasn't changed, my maternal attire hasn't changed, yet I planned ahead to ensure I was in lovely, vintage lingerie, under my pinup dress. As for her, I want her to be engaged in sex acts while still in her age regression clothing. There's a taboo about it, there is a humiliating vulnerability about it, and I want her to experience and tap into this. 

We're still in the same scene, about to begin Set 10, our surroundings, our attire, has not changed and this is why it is the same scene and not a new one. She's still calling me "Mommy", as I summon her from the corner and have her crawl towards me on her hands and knees. She will be made to worship my high heels, my feet, my bottom hole and eventually go down on me to completion. This is the manner in which I want to be thanked for taking the time to spank her. 

Now the scene has ended! I've just orgasmed onto her mouth and lips and she will verbally thank me for that gift, gazing down at the floor with her little pigtails cascading down her flushed cheeks.   

We might have a soak in the Turkish bathhouse that I installed in The Facility, we might go to the kitchen together and get some fruit. The session is still running, but the first scene has ended and she has no idea how many more I may have planned.

When I'm ready to begin the next scene, I tell her what to do and where to go. In this circumstance, this is what I wanted: 

I had Mandy stripped bare and vulnerable, still sporting the effects of scene one, when I brought her to the shower where I had an enema bag prepared and hung. I lubricated her, I probed her ass with a gloved finger, then inserted the enema nozzle into her bottom hole. 

Scene number two of the session has just begun. 

I began the flow of warm saltwater water into Mandy, rubbing her pussy and breasts, tweaking her nipples and offering her supporting words as she took the full two-quarts, her sense of urgency worsening by the second. I left her alone to do the next phases of clean-out by herself, while I went off to change into my scene two attire and prepare an outfit and the setting for the next phase. 

Based on my attire alone, you can tell that we are well into the ops side of the house now. Mandy doesn't know exactly what's coming but she can probably surmise that by wanting her fully cleaned out back there, she's going to be in for some heavy anal play. 

I went with a virginal white for her, to act as a stark contrast to the non-virginal acts we were about to engage in. 

And yes, I fucked Mandy in the ass while she got herself off with her fingers. 

She was treated to two orgasms with my girl-cock in her bum, then I rode her face for awhile as she diligently returned the favour. 

End of scene two, change of outfit. 

A lot of the time, this is an easy way to think about the structure. Each scene gets its own unique outfit throughout the entirety of the session.

I began scene three in loungewear and heels, because that's exactly what I wanted to do to end-off the session.

Mandy began scene three like this, serving me drinks and sucking on my toes as I savoured my drink and her lovely mouth. 

I even treated her to a little end-of-session, celebratory drink, but with a twist: 

Booze tastes better when suckled from the toes of a Dominatrix. It's a fact! ; ) 

I'll leave you with a final scenario to contemplate and I'll continue this learning series later on, as there has been an exciting development today that I want to write about.  

Here's the final two riddles: If you're a male submissive who has his penis in a chastity cage, and you do not have control over the keys to unlock that cage...does that mean you're like always in a session? 

If you're living a domestic discipline, female-led-relationship and that video radar, speeding ticket just arrived in the mail...and you have to give it to your wife to pay, because she controls all finances in the home...and you know you won't be sitting comfortably for the foreseeable future once you show her the ticket... 

Does that mean you're just constantly within a session? Underscored by scenes, like the one described above? 

Set, Session, Scene...Lifestyle is the fourth one, the missing link. 

We'll discuss lifestyle next time. 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Spanked by Lady Jose

 

It's all in the Eyes

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Raise my Allowance

Continued from: The Mad Scientist

A Sarah Jane story

[F/f] [F/fm] [chastity] [lezdom] [69] [foot worship] [tease & denial] [HoH]

Oh my goodness gracious, it's been an eternity since I last savoured the delight of Daddy's cock! A whole two weeks, if you can believe it! I've been counting down the days, my horniness growing more unbearable by the hour. 

The joys of being a cherished little sex slave in Mistress Andrea's world comes with both rewards and challenges. It's not uncommon for me to receive special treats and allowances, but I know that certain privileges are not included in my standard package deal. Like the ability to unlock Daddy's precious penis whenever I please, even though we are an official, intimate couple. 

One of the perks however, is the regular playtime sessions I am granted with Summer, my sweet friend and Mistress Andrea's wife. That little minx has recently introduced a new technique to our playtimes. As we assume the 69 position, right in the living room in front of "Mommy" and "Daddy", she'll gently finger my asshole while licking my pussy with gusto. Needless to say, I return the favour with equal enthusiasm, inserting a finger...or three...into her bum as I devour her delicious pussy. 

It must have been so torturous for Daddy, sitting there beside Mistress Andrea, watching Summer and I play while his cock is locked up. This was all by design though, a product of Mistress' cruel creativity. I really wanted to help him out and earn those chastity keys more often, or at least for longer. Also serving my own selfish purposes, I wanted some dick! Lots and lots of dick! Summer's tongue is amazing and she can wield a strap-on like none other, but I craved the real thing. 

One particular evening, desperation had gotten the better of me, and I found myself seeking out Mistress Andrea in the living room, where she sat enthroned, nose buried in a book. I approached her with all the trepidation of a naughty little girl, my bashful demeanour a mere façade of my naughty intentions.  

"Mommy?" I ventured, trying to sound as sweet and innocent as possible. 

"Could I maybe, possibly get an increase in my allowance?" My heart skipped a beat as I awaited her response, my fingers crossed protectively in front of my throbbing pussy. But alas, instead of a benevolent smile, Mommy's expression turned stern, her brow furrowing in disapproval. 

Before I could even process what was happening, she'd snagged me by the wrist and deposited me summarily over her knee! A faint blush crept up my cheeks as she tugged my panties down to my ankles, realizing I was about to get a good old-fashioned spanking on the bare. 

My inner little girl let out a tiny squeak of protest as the first smack landed, but I knew I was in for a thorough blistering. After all, Mommy always knows best, and I'd clearly been too big for my britches. 

A few days after that initial failed request, I found myself mustering up the courage to ask once more for an increase in my allowance. It seems I just can't learn my lesson, can I, Mommy? 

My boldness was rewarded with a trip down to the dungeon space, where I was stripped out of my little jammies and my dignity. I got strung up by my wrists and Mistress Andrea gave me a nice long whipping that night. 

But even that didn't deter me from making another plea in a few days. 

FUCK!

"Mommy, would it be ok if..."

DAMN!

"Mommy, could I play with Daddy's coc..."

...SON OF A!

This time I ended up getting a series of stinging lashes to my breasts, pussy and bottom hole - in a variety of very exposed and very vulnerable positions. 

I won't deny it, the sensation was absolutely thrilling and torturous in equal measure. But as I reflected on these episodes, I realized that perhaps, just perhaps, I needed these lessons in humility, in self control. After all, a little girl such as myself must always remember her place in this household... 

I've come to realize that Mommy expects so much more from me than just completing my household chores. 

To earn my allowance of maybe thirty minutes with Daddy's chastity keys, maybe forty-five, I had been doing the dishes, vacuuming, even hand-washing Mommy's panties and hosiery for her. But I was still missing something to earn a raise in my allowance. 

So, I decided to take matters into my own hands, quite literally, and surprise her with a little display of devotion. One evening, without warning, I sank down onto my knees before her, my heart racing with anticipation. 

I locked my gaze onto her feet, encased in the most seductive of stockings and high heels. Picking up on my intent almost immediately, Mistress gracefully swung a leg over the other, crossing them and dangling her outstretched high heel in deliberate offering. 

"May I, Mommy?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, "may I have the privilege of removing your high heels? My gaze remained cast downward, awaiting her response. 

To my relief, Mommy granted me permission, and I quickly set to work on liberating her feet from the heavenly shoes. Next, I carefully cleaned and polished them in front of her, sitting cross-legged on the floor like a little girl. 

Without being prompted, I gently cradled her hosed foot in my hands, showering them with intimate kisses and tender licks, up and down her soles and toes. 

My fingers worked their magic too, manually massaging away any tension or stress she might have accumulated during the day as our head-of-household. As I began to suck on her hosed toes, I could sense Mommy's growing satisfaction, her arousal radiating outward like a warm glow. By the time I had rid her of her stockings and was now licking the arches and pads of her bare feet, she was gently masturbating, bringing herself all the way to orgasm, her face beaming with pleasure. 

"Now I'll raise your allowance!" She giggled, her chest rising and falling rapidly in the aftershocks of her lovely climax. A whopping ninety minutes! Ninety minutes of unfettered access to Daddy's chastity keys. This was my allowance for serving Mommy so well!

Would I choose to set Daddy free, allowing him to ravish me with abandon? Or would I opt to keep him locked away, teasing him mercilessly until the timer runs out? 

Vote in the comments everyone, what should I do? I have ninety minutes with the keys. 

Tease and I'll probably be punished for it later. Unlock him and get ravaged...either way, I'm fucked! Hehe. 

And I wouldn't have it any other way. 

Sarah Jane 

💟

Continued in: Helping a Friend