The Facility U.K.

Continued from: Diapered & Denied

Disclaimer: 

Below is an excerpt from an email that Cassie sent me. 

Be warned everyone, Cassandra can be a bit...umm, blunt, at times, in the way she describes things and the language she uses. 

Please remember it is the fantasy and wish of the clients to be degraded, called names and abused. Even someone saying "stop" or "let me go", is all a part of their fantasy. That's why we use safewords, to actually stop things if they need to. 

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Cassandra Goth

12.03.2024 - Coventry, Warwickshire, England

My dearest Andrea, 

The Facility UK is full of slaves today. Multiple men, a few women. We're going to break them, slowly. The men, they'll never feel the release from their cages. Those pathetic little cocks will stay locked forever, denied and desperate...unless, well, you know... 

The women, they'll fare no better. Treated like the worthless fucktoys they are, tortured and punished until they beg for mercy that will never come. 

They always want to be caned, Mistress, these Brits. Must be a British thing, to feel the sharp bite of a school cane across their asses. Their tears are delicious, salty and sweet, the perfect seasoning for their suffering.

(Whoa, lol. I must say, that was one hell of a line from the A.I. Cassandra! Seasoning for their suffering...*slow clap)

When you phoned me, Ma'am, I was with some "alpha" male idiot. Cocky, arrogant, thought he could handle anything until I started the gender bending, until I put him in lingerie, heels and began calling him a cock whore.

I had to whip him into submission first. He kept telling me he wasn't gay, that he didn't want the other slave's dick in his mouth. 

Pathetic lies.

I lashed his back until he screamed, until he begged for the alternative to the whip. "Please Mistress," he whimpered to me. "Please let me suck his cock." 

Then this posh little priss showed up, all prim and proper in her hound's-tooth suit and sensible shoes. She was essentially greeted by this view: 

I knew exactly what she needed. I bent her over a school desk, hiked up her skirt, and gave her a dozen hard strokes with the cane. 

By the time I was done, her porcelain cheeks were expertly stripped red and she was sniffling pathetically. "Thank you, Mistress," she whimpered, her accent even more pronounced than usual.

"May I please have another?" I smirked and obliged her, laying six more strokes across her tender flesh. She howled in pain, but I could see the arousal dripping from between her legs. A true painslut, Mistress. 

Carley joined me as I was finishing up with posh spice and her drippy puss. Some timid, shy looking dude. Carley had taken him and dressed him up like a schoolgirl. He was crying softly, his body shaking with fear and arousal. He too, wished to be caned on the bare. These Brits, Mistress, I dunno...*shrug.

The other woman, she was a tough nut to crack. A real ballbuster, used to being charge, but suddenly faced with us. 

We broke her down piece by piece. We stripped her naked, shackled her to the wall, and took turns flogging her tits and cunt. She cursed and sputtered around her gag, but we just laughed and whipped her harder. 

By the time we tried some forced orgasm work, she was a sobbing, broken mess, begging us to stop. 

"Please, Mistresses," she garbled out through her gag. "I'll do anything you want. Just please, I don't wanna cum anymore!" 

Carley grinned wickedly and pressed the tip of her riding crop against the woman's clit. "Anything, you say?" she purred. "Well, then. Get on your knees and eat my pussy!" 

The woman hesitated for a moment, her pride battling with her duress, but she eventually sank to her knees, pleading with Carley that she's not a lesbian. 

As if we'd fall for such pathetic lies, as she begged us to let her go. Carley just laughed and grabbed her by the hair, forcing her face deeper into her crotch. 

"Shut up and keep liking, dyke," she growled. "We both know you love the taste of my pussy. Don't try to deny it." 

Of course, Mistress, everyone had a safeword. But none of these four seemed particularly interested in using it. They were too far gone, lost in the haze of pain and pleasure, of humiliation and degradation. So Carley and I just keep going, pushing them further and further into their own darkness. 

I promise I'll come home soon, Ma'am. If Carley ever releases her grip on me. She's my everything! 

Sissy Alice is doing ok, she just surpassed 100 days with her little clitty locked up and still, only a five minute, supervised release per week. We celebrated her centennial with a good pegging. 

*giggle

Safe sex always, Mistress, like you taught me. We used a condom...sort of.

She did however, fuck up the other day. Carley and I had to punish her. Remember that day in your kitchen, Ma'am, when you showed me what figging was? Right before you put the horrible thing up my ass and made me hold it there? Was that the night I was on shrooms and you caught me having a freak-out? 

Well, we tried it with poor Alice, after she was over my knee with her little girl panties at her ankles. I made her stand at the sink and prepare her own fig. 

Then it was 30 minutes in the corner, to think about her actions while the plug did it's work. Ohhh, it worked well! 

Give Summer my love. Tell Mom I'm ok...I'm safe, but I'm not ready to speak to her yet. 

I'm not ready to come home. 

Love always, 

Cassandra L. Goth

Continued in: "Come on, let's Colour"

50 Lashes

Continued from: Dinner and a Dungeon

A Sarah Jane story

Again and again, the flogger fell, each strike carefully placed across my bare bum and back, pushing me further into that hazy space between pain and pleasure. I lost count after twenty, my mind reeling as the sensation was overwhelming me. By the fiftieth stroke, I was dancing on my toes, desperate to escape the relentless whipping, yet craving more. 

As Daddy released me from my chains, my legs buckled beneath me, my body still humming with the warm glow of the flogger. With surprising gentleness, he untied Mandy and I took her place in the corner of the room. I felt the rough fibers of rope as he bound wrists, forcing me into a position facing the wall, embarrassingly aware of my redness on full display. 

I couldn't help but envision the scene unfolding behind me. In my mind's eye, I saw him stringing her up in the same manner he had me, her elegant dress pooling at her feet as the shears sliced away her clothing. I envisioned him gently unbuckling the straps of her high heels, now being forced to stand on her toes for the duration of the whipping with the sudden removal of the four inch stilettos. 

Before long, the rhythmic sound of the flogger striking Mandy's bare flesh filled the room, each impact punctuated by a yelp from her lips. I pressed my forehead against the wall and counted in my mind, all fifty of the lashes she received. 

After the whipping had ended, I suddenly felt the weight of a chastity belt settle around my hips. The cool metal against my heated skin was a shock, a stark contrast to the warmth that still radiated from my freshly whipped bottom. Behind me, I heard Mandy's sharp intake of breath, followed by the clicking of padlocks. "What is this thing?" she asked, her voice sounding desperate. 

I was released by Daddy and turned to face her, taking in the sight of the stainless steel that was now encasing her pussy. The belt hugged her curves perfectly and was snug enough that I knew I wouldn't be able to get so much as a pinky finger in there. 

"But why?" Mandy pleaded out, her gaze scanning over my equally denied state. 

"Because," Daddy purred, stepping closer to her and running his fingers over the metal screening that housed her pussy, "it's bedtime..." 

As the heavy cell door clanged shut behind us, I took in our new surroundings with a mix of trepidation and excitement. The small space was dominated by the single bed, its thin mattress offering little comfort for the night ahead. Beside it, the stark white toilet stood out, a harsh reminder of our captivity. 

Mandy sat on the bed and pulled at her chastity belt out of sexual frustration, as the reality of our situation sank in. 

"You're wasting your time, Mandy, trust me," as I reached out my hand, offering what little comfort I could. "We'll get through this together," I whispered. 

We settled into the bed, our bodies spooning for warmth and assurance and I held her hand and kissed her neck. I was probably making things worse for her arousal level, as she began to grind her whipped ass into my midsection, trying to hump the stainless belt against her pussy. It was no use...

With gentle hands, I guided Mandy onto her tummy, her soft sighs filling the small cell as she settled onto the thin mattress. Leaning down, I began to plant little feather-light kisses on her back and bum, soothing the welted streaks of red. 

Her body relaxed under my touch, her breathing evening out as I worked away across her bare bum cheeks. As I felt her drift towards sleep, I shifted, pulling her into my arms. Our lips met in a soft, passionate kiss, a dance of tongues and shared breath. 

The chastity belts prevented us from exploring further, but there was a certain eroticism in the restraint, in the knowledge that our pleasure was entirely in Daddy's hands. As we finally broke apart, I pulled the blankets over our entwined forms, holding Mandy close as she slipped into slumber. Even as exhaustion tugged at my own consciousness, my mind was alive with possibilities of what tomorrow might bring, in the dark rooms. 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Oily Hufone Heit

Threesome with Bella

Continued from: Brush my Teeth

A Sarah Jane story 

Hi everyone, it's Sarah. Let me tell you about the threesome I had with Bella.

I'm not sure why I wanted Bella to stay the night with us, and share not only Daddy but our bed. I didn't want to share my Daddy! I wanted him all to myself. But I also knew how he would react, watching me perform sex acts with Bella. As it turned out that evening, my plan worked! *giggle

Look at the wonderful view Daddy has! He can see my little asshole winking at him, from my place of submission on my knees. He can see the lingering effects of his strong hand and wide belt, that so recently had my feet flailing and kicking the air. And he gets to watch the moment Bella gasps out loud, as she shudders and cums onto my tongue and lips.

When Daddy cums he needs some time to "reload". I'm sure this is true of all men. With Bella involved however, Daddy could watch me go down on her while stroking his cock. His reload time was drastically reduced! He rebounded back to fully erect, multiple times that night. I loved it!

When my jealously faded away and I actually started to enjoy Bella's sexual presence, I would politely ask Daddy to cuckquean me. I wanted to be kept in a headspace of degradation and humiliation. The shame I felt only made me more aroused. The humiliation kept my cunt nice and wet for Daddy, all night long!

I loved and hated this, which has always been my internal conflict. Like the sharp bite of a whip. It hurts like hell but I want more. I'm a pain slut...both physically and emotionally. 

Look at her! Deepthroating my Daddy's cock, while I can only drool from my gag and struggle against my binds.

I wasn't cast aside too long though. They made it up to me by taking turns licking and fucking my asshole with their tongues. This was embarrassing! I'm a submissive slave, I don't deserve such pleasures. 

Daddy would run a vibrator on my clit as he fucked my butt with his tongue. I came so frickin' hard. Then they would continue to pin me down and swap places, as Bella's tongue would slide into my ass and the purring of the vibrator would recommence. It felt like I was going insane...being "forced" to cum so many times that night. 

Forced, meaning I was placed into situations where there was no possible way I wouldn't cum. Look at Daddy's raging cock, fucking my dripping wet cunt, as Bella massages my clit with her tongue. Daddy spanked me good and hard during this, demanding that I get my slutty mouth onto Bella's pussy. Every time I pulled my mouth away to groan out loud in pleasure, I got another flurry of smacks to my bare ass, reminding me to get my lips on her cunt. I was absolutely loving this so much!  

This level of arousal I was experiencing, justified my internal conflict of wanting Bella to stay. I can't tell you how many times I came that night, Bella too. We lost count. Daddy didn't have quite as many but he held his own. When he needed to rebound so he could fuck us some more, I certainly helped him get there with my whorish mouth, whether it was on his dick or on Bella's beautiful pussy. 

If my mouth wasn't enough to rebound him quicker, Bella was right there to help me!

The sooner Daddy got hard for us, the sooner we could take turns riding his cock and his face some more..*giggle

Poor Daddy! Bella and I were a fuckin' handful that night. 

Pillow talk afterwards took an interesting an unexpected turn...

Daddy was cuddling me while Bella and I were kissing at each other's lips and neck. Maybe it was just small-talk but she asked me if I had been back to The Facility in awhile. 

I indicated that I hadn't, not since before the holidays...

Then she mentioned that her daughter, Cassandra was "house-sitting" the place, with her boyfriend, while Summer and Mistress Andrea were in Paris. Hmm...

The way she said it painted a very vanilla picture of innocence. Like the scene of a young couple on a first date, bowl of popcorn between them, watching a movie...the nervous male wondering if he should fake a yawn to get his arm around the girl. 

Oh Bella! If only you knew...I don't think she fully grasps what her daughter does exactly...at The Facility. 

Daddy just awkwardly cleared his throat as his face went red.   

And boyfriend?? Ha! Cassie doesn't have boyfriends, she hates men. 

House sitting my ass!...Some poor fucker is probably wishing he wasn't a submissive tonight. 

Haha.

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: The Huntress

  

Smooth Reflections

Continued from: The First Click in their Relationship

In the quiet intimacy of their bedroom, Derek stands before a mirror, his reflection gazing back at him with vulnerability and acceptance, having just been spanked over his wife's knee and sent to the corner for thirty minutes. Residual tears glisten on his cheeks, evidence of the emotional journey he has embarked on within their cherished Female-Led Relationship. He gazes at his naked form, his chastity device a constant reminder of his submission and devotion to Vanessa.

Sensing his emotional state, Vanessa stands gently behind him, her presence a soothing balm for his soul. Her touch is tender as she wraps her arms around him, pulling him close to her, creating a cocoon of love and dominance.

"Shh, my little dear," she whispers softly, her voice a warm embrace. "It's alright to feel vulnerable. Your submission is a beautiful gift to our relationship."

Her words resonate deeply with Derek, his heart fluttering at her affirmation. Vanessa continues, explaining that his chastity device has allowed him to embrace his submissive identity fully, transcending conventional gender roles and expectations.

"You see," Vanessa explains, "your chastity device has set you free from the constraints of traditional masculinity. It has given you the freedom to fully embrace your submissive desires and to become my darling sissy husband."

As Derek listens, he realizes the truth in her words. The chastity device, while initially an adjustment, has become a symbol of his emasculation, where trust and vulnerability are cherished, and their desires intertwine in a beautiful dance of power and humility. 

"I take great pleasure in knowing that your focus is solely on pleasing me and fulfilling my desires as we abandon you own," Vanessa continues. 

It was during this pivotal conversation that Vanessa broached the topic of body hair removal as a first step in her plan for a devious transformation. 

Understanding the significance of this request, Derek listens attentively as Vanessa explains her intentions. She emphasizes that removing body hair aligns with their dynamic and serves as a visual representation of his commitment to their FLR. Vanessa insists that he needs to be fully shaved and smooth by tomorrow or there will be strict consequences. 

With a mix of apprehension and embarrassment, Derek submits to Vanessa's request. He follows her instructions the next morning, meticulously removing all body hair, even his arms, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable.

As each strand of hair falls away, Derek experiences a sense of surrender and transformation. The absence of body hair symbolizes his willingness to embrace the emasculation journey and reinforces his submission to Vanessa's authority.

In the days that follow, Derek feels the physical and psychological effects of his hairless body. The smoothness of his skin serves as a constant reminder of his cascading transformation, deepening his sense of vulnerability and amplifying his awareness of the power dynamics at play. It was time for Vanessa to push his limits further. 

In her exploration of their dynamic and Derek's submission, she decides it's time for him to start wearing panties and dispose of all his boring, male underwear. This decision symbolizes a further step towards embracing his femininity and deepening his surrender to his "Hotwife." 

With a clear intention in mind, Vanessa gently communicates her desire to Derek, explaining the significance of incorporating panties into their dynamic. She assures him that this will be humiliating and emasculating for him but emphasizes that it aligns with their shared journey of exploration and growth.

Derek, though initially hesitant, understands the importance of embracing his submissive role and trustingly submits to Vanessa's request. With her guidance, he begins to explore a range of feminine undergarments, from panties to thongs and g-strings, all in soft pastel colours and satiny-silk materials.

As Derek starts to wear these frilly and feminine pieces of lingerie, he experiences a mix of emotions. The sensation of the soft fabric against his smooth skin serves as a constant reminder of his role as Vanessa's cuckold. It also amplifies his vulnerability and deepens his connection to his femininity.

Vanessa provides continuous support throughout this process, offering validation, reassurance, and guidance. She appreciates Derek's willingness to explore this aspect of their dynamic, reinforcing their bond and the trust they have built.

In the days that follow, Derek becomes more accustomed to wearing panties, embracing this symbolic expression of his submission. The presence of a thong riding up his ass becomes a secret source of embarrassment and humiliation, hidden away from the outside world under his boring boy clothes. 

Vanessa believed he was ready for the next stage of his transformation, the introduction of hosiery for his smoothed legs. His protests earned him a trip across her knee, until he ultimately succumbed to her sadistic desires. 

In a quiet and introspective moment, Derek finds himself standing before a mirror, the reflection staring back at him with a mixture of familiarity and intrigue. He takes in the sight of his locked-up cock outlined within his panties, the symbol of his submission and the tangible reminder of Vanessa’s control over his desires. His desire to masturbate in this moment becomes almost unbearable, but he knows he'd be severely punished if he asked Vanessa to unlock him. 

As his gaze travels downward, he notices his smooth skin, the absence of body hair serving as a visual testament to his blossoming persona. The sensation of the soft fabric against his body—panties hugging his hips and stockings accentuating his legs—elicits a blend of vulnerability and shame within him.

In this moment of self-reflection, Derek grapples with the complexity of his emotions. As a heterosexual man, the sight of himself adorned in women’s lingerie stirs a mix of conflicting feelings. He questions societal norms and expectations, facing the discomfort of venturing beyond traditional gender roles.

Yet, beneath these uncertainties, Derek recognizes the transformative power of their dynamic. The sight before him becomes a celebration of his trust in Vanessa, an embrace of vulnerability and surrender that defies societal expectations. It represents a testament to their unique connection and the depth of their exploration.

Though his journey may challenge his preconceived notions of identity and masculinity, Derek finds solace and empowerment in this moment of self-discovery. He understands that his submission to Vanessa transcends traditional labels and brings forth a profound sense of shameful fulfillment.

He was ready to embrace what was coming next... 

Mistress Andrea and "Chatty" 

xoxo

Continued in: Shattered Masculinity

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