So Much Penis!

Continued from: Paint the Town Red

After some begging and pouting my bottom lip, Daddy agreed to write this post for us and tell all of you about his surprise. 

Thank you, Daddy

xoxo

Sarah Jane 

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I literally thought Sarah was going to be gone all night at Mistress Andrea's party, doing God knows what with God knows whom...

So I did what any home-alone, middle-aged man would do when the woman in his life is out for the night. I ordered a pizza and turned on the Xbox. Starfield to be exact. Starfield was a new game apparently 25-years in the making, that was just released in September. They created a game with over 1600 planets to just openly explore. The scale of the game is massive! The artwork, breathtaking. 

That's not the Earth, in the second image. In the game, humanity destroyed the Earth (imagine that). This was out near Alpha Centauri or Vega or something. With 1600+ planets, it's easy to get lost in the vastness of space.

So anyway. I was sitting quietly, working on my space exploration when Sarah text me. "Come to the door and cover my eyes?" Oh good lord...this could be anything. Nevertheless, I played along. 

With my eyes closed, I heard the front door open, followed by a playful, "okay Daddy, open!"

I was ready for just about anything, but maybe not this. I see my little girl, dressed vanilla and holding onto a leash, attached to the collar of a naked woman with the brightest red hair I had ever seen. 

I think I said something to the effect of, "Jesus, Sarah. Get in here! She's naked." 

Sarah giggled and led her inside. This random woman just knelt with her head down. "I got you an early Christmas present Daddy, do you like? I bought her for like fifty bucks." Sarah told me.  

While I was processing all of this visual stimulus and information, the red-head began pleading with me not to hurt her. Wtf!? 

"Please Mister! I'll do anything you want...please don't hurt me!" She mewled out. 

She rapidly changed her position so her forehead was on the floor and used her hands to spread her asshole, the only offering that wasn't shrouded by her metal chastity belt.  

"Take whatever you want, Mister! Just let me go!" She continued. 

I gave Sarah Jane a inquisitive eyebrow raise, before pulling her in for a kiss so I could whisper to her sternly. "Hurt her? What the eff is that all about?"  

"It's her thing...just go with it, Daddy." Sarah reassured. 

"I trust you'll explain all this, little one?" I replied. "Thank you for the lovely gift, now tell Daddy, how was your evening?"

"Ohhhh, Daddy. There was so much penis! I need my Daddy!" She replied to me, with a longing in her eyes. 

I could only imagine what Sarah endured at the Upper Floor, being a sex slave at a bdsm party. Despite the fact that she probably loved it, I could tell she needed a night of snuggles with me.

"So, who's your friend here?" I asked. The red-head had not moved from her position. I was still looking directly at her asshole as Sarah introduced her. 

"This is Eleve, Daddy, but you can call her Eve. I won her in a slave-auction, isn't she stunning?" 

I just shook my head in disbelief and told Sarah to head upstairs and fill the tub. I helped this Eve girl to her feet and told her she was safe here...that no harm would come to her. I wasn't sure if that's what I was suppose to say. I got the feeling that Eve wanted to be a hardcore slave. 

This was confirmed when I showed her to one of the spare rooms. Sarah needed her Daddy tonight, so I thought it would be gentlemanly to offer Eve the comfort of Sarah's little girl bedroom and Sarah could sleep with me in my room. 

"Thank you, Sir. You're very kind. But I'm usually kept in a cage or a cell, do you have one?" 

I took Eve down the punishment hallway to one of the specialty rooms that had a cage. 

"Like this, are you sure?" I uneasily asked her. 

"Just like this, Sir! So I can't escape." Eve replied, while her eyes lit up with what I could only describe as pure joy and arousal. 

I was beginning to understand what this woman's fantasy entailed. I needed to hear more about this auction though. 

"Does Sarah have the keys to your chastity belt?" I asked her. 

"Yes, Sir." She replied in her unique accent. 

I told her that the belt was going to stay on, as I didn't want her masturbating without permission and supervision. She responded that this was a good idea, then she crawled right into the cage as I opened the door. 

She watched me click a large brass padlock shut, on the door of the cage. I think she audibly gasped with pure arousal as she watched me do this. To each their own I guess. 

Before I left the room, Eve volunteered the following from her cage: 

"Your little one needs her Daddy. She did very well tonight, I had the pleasure of watching her. I'll be just fine here, Sir..." 

I left Eve according to her wishes and found Sarah naked and in her bathroom. I helped her into the extra-hot water and bubbles, watching all the tension melt away from her muscles. 

I sat on the floor so I could begin brushing her hair. 

"Little one..?"

"Could you please explain to Daddy why there is a strange naked woman in a cage down the hall?"

Russell

Continued in: I Need my Daddy

 

 

 

 

Emasculation

Continued from: He's so Screwed

When we left off, the girls had taken poor Jeremy's cock and mashed it into a chastity cage that was about the size of an Oreo cookie. And if that wasn't bad enough, they used a threaded dildo attachment to give their submissive some usefulness, all while fucking with his mind and his pre-conceived notions of masculinity. 

Jeremy got the divine honour of fucking Mistress Summer with this thing, rather than his actual penis. But Summer made it very clear that if he chose to fuck her, she would be returning the favour. 

Before this comeuppance was administered however, Cassandra wanted in on the action. The solution these two vixens chose was a dildo gag. A short intruding portion that looks and feels like a realistic penis, went into Jeremy's mouth to gag him, while a lifelike dildo triumphantly protruded from the other side.

This must be dreadfully humiliating for Jeremy. Paying to be in the presence of and serve two shockingly beautiful women, yet reduced to using stunt-cocks to fuck them.

Summer rode him slowly and deeply, making sure her asshole dabbed his nose while she bounced away. Cassie took a firm grip of his nipples like they were reins, and slammed her juicy pussy into his chastity dildo. 

His desperation by this point, must have been unbearable. I'm sure he was begging to be fucked, if it meant he was one step closer to release, to having his cock-cage removed. 

The girls ran a train on him and took turns destroying his asshole with their own stunt cocks!

If he spurted from his tiny device, like a sissygasm from anal only, his cage would not have been removed. After several rounds of ass-fucking from both of gorgeous Dommes, the chastity-gasm eluded poor Jeremy. 

Cassandra was of course pissed-off, she didn't want to remove his cock-cage. I'm surprised she didn't kick his balls again, out of frustration. Rather, they subjected Jeremy to one final torment and made him watch, as Summer and Cassie had sex on the couch. 

Jeremy eventually earned his release, after an hour or so of suffering at the hands of these two beauties. Maybe not the release he was hoping for, but after 10 weeks in chastity, he took what was offered. 

The girls made him stand in the corner and face the walls. They sat close-by to supervise and humiliate him. Jeremy was permitted to masturbate while facing the corner, orgasm into his own palm, then consume his entire load. 

He was then required to turn and thank the dominant duo for the load of cum he just consumed. About five minutes after this, limp and shriveled once again, they had him locked back into his day-to-day chastity cage. 

Was it worth it Jeremy? A 30-second wank into your palm in exchange for humiliation, pain, mental torture, degradation and having your arse raped by these two? I'm hearing that no safewords were used... 

I'm sure you wouldn't trade it for all the tea in China, Jeremy...

As usual, I'll be keeping your chastity key as you return to the vanilla world. When you're ready for more heavenly hash, feel free to book with me again. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: 'Tis the Season

 

 
    

Pinch Hitter

Continued from: Quality Control

Sorry for going M.I.A. for a bit folks. I went and got fuckin' COVID! Again...wtf! 

Thrice vaccinated. I take all precautions during this time of year and hand-wash always. I haven't been around any silver-sleeved, greasy children...I dunno where the hell I got it from. 

I was mainly just tired and cold. I had body aches. *pout*

I noticed Russell and Sarah posted a few times. It sounds like she is being kept on a very short leash over there. This is good, she needs that. A room specifically for the whipping of her soles, her asshole, her tits! Omg I love it. She's 100% correct though, about Russell's quality control and OCD. It rubbed-off on me back in the day too. If I ever caught Summer with a run in her hose, oh boy I'd roast her bare ass until she couldn't sit!

Anyway. Let me share with you what also happened during this COVID stint of mine. I'm all better now btw. When I was down and out I had an out-of-town client booked for a dual-Domme session. Dual Domme sessions are very expensive and my client was planning to drive over four hours just to be abused by Summer and I. Plus, I keep him in a chastity cage 24/7 and usually he earns his unlocking when he books with me, once every few months. I couldn't cancel on him. I would have felt so bad. 

Four hours away, leading his vanilla life with a locked-up penis. I think he has been denied for at least 10 weeks. I'd say he was very much looking forward to this session.  

You know when you get an idea to fix a problem of some kind and you know the fix will work, but you also know it's a bad idea, right off the bat? 

Speaking of bats...here's the bad idea:

Look at her! Resting pissed right off face! 

So, I ended up telling my client that I was down with the sniffles, his name is Jeremy btw. I asked Jeremy if he'd be ok with a pinch hitter to replace me. Summer would still be present, I reassured him, then I began to tell him a little about Cassandra. I think he liked hearing that she was only 21. He probably didn't hear me mention that she's a bit...ummm, aggressive, toward men. 

Silly male. Only thinking with his locked-up dick. Jeremy ended up not cancelling his appointment. In-fact, he quite excitedly and hastily sent his deposit and bode me some get-well-soon pleasantries. 

Be careful what you wish for you silly male submissive. Here's bad idea number two! Summer and Cassie together. 

Regardless of what they're doing they end up just feeding off one-another and working themselves into a frenzy. Every one here at The Facility, clients included, all have safewords. All I can say is good luck to you Jeremy, use your words if you need to!

On the day of the session, the girls were suited-up and getting into character. They looked great, especially in contrast to my hot-mess of a condition. Jeremy was almost here and like the coach of sports team, I was giving Summer and Cassie a little maternal pep-talk. 

I think it went something like: 

"Cassandra Leigh! Look at me...Don't break him! He's a good client and he's paying a grotesque amount of money for this. That goes for you too, Summer Addison!" 

Of course the two of them just giggled at my cautionary warnings. You see, with Cassandra, she won't physically break down a man with a whip, she'll crawl right inside his mind and emotionally defeat him. Horrible predicaments that fuck with your mind, echoes of being sexually inadequate ringing in your ears and constant reminders of having a small, useless penis, even if you don't. That's Cassie's M.O. 

Summer on the other hand, is much more of an implement wielder. She'll handle the physical part, as Cassandra emotionally tortures. What have I unleashed here...?

It's like A.I. destroying humanity. I had put a series of events into motion that I couldn't undo. The genie was out of the bottle. 

I'm sorry Jeremy, be a brave boy for Mommy! Cuz you're fucked! 

Literally!

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: He's so Screwed!

 

Minute Man

Continued from: Like Crazy

A Sarah Jane story

My heart was so full! I was still riding the feels of such a passionate moment that Daddy and I just shared together. I was all his now, and he loved me! 

I don't think I killed the buzz when I asked him to re-shackle me to the bed and take me. If anything, I think I added to and complimented the whole situation. We dipped a toe into the vanilla world of love and intimacy, now it was time to get back to heavenly hash. 

I didn't waste any time...   

"Can you put the gag back in my mouth too, Daddy?" 

As soon as his clothes were off he was ragingly erect and more than ready to fuck me, in my vulnerable state. If his cock had brushed across my stockings I think he would have cum on the spot.

I wasn't suppose to know about this month-long, Locktober thing...but I did! I don't think Daddy believed that I knew about his little secret and knew that his dick was locked into a cage all month. 

Had I not known, I certainly would be suspicious now, after what just went down. He entered me and after what felt like thirty seconds and some rough thrusting, Daddy exploded into my cunt with a huge load of jizz.  

*giggle...oopsie! 

I guess you could say he was pent-up? But I wasn't suppose to know why.

He winked at me, indicating that some sort of new scene was about to begin, then he started his roleplay and began to get angry with me. 

"This was YOUR fault! I never cum that quickly." He said. 

"It's your fault for being too sexy and slutty!" He continued with a small smirk on his face. 

I played along and mewled out a, "I'm sorry Daddy!" 

He removed me from my binds and my gag and told me to present myself for punishment. Having heard him rustling and stripping his belt out of his pants that were on the floor, I quickly bolstered my hips and got into a strapping position, with my ass raised for Daddy. 

Daddy then began to spank me with his belt. They were hard, solid blows, all over my bare bum. The whole time he was whipping me, he would say things like, "I wouldn't have cum so fast if you weren't such a slut." CRACK!

"Say sorry!" CRACK!

"Apologize to Daddy for being a slut!" CRACK!

I fuckin' loved this! And boy did I ever get a good whuppin'.

The whole time I was being strapped, Daddy had masturbated himself erect once again. A full rebound and in record time too! I did what any good belt-whipped wife or girlfriend should do in this situation. I got down on my knees and "thanked him" for my spanking. 

Mmmmm. I could still taste my "slutty cunt" on Daddy's cock.

He was definitely ready to fuck me again. This time, having recently cum, I knew I'd get some longevity out of him. Did I ever! My cunt is still sore as I sit here typing this. 

Toward the end, Daddy told me to lay beside him and jerk him off onto his stomach. He loves the feel of my satin opera gloves on his dick. 

I made sure to milk-out the rest of Locktober's build-up, all over Daddy's tummy, which I diligently lapped-up and swallowed. We were both so emotionally exhausted and now physically exhausted, that we passed out together in Mistress Andrea's bed!

I half-expected her to crawl in beside us at some point during the night but she never did. 

We found her in the kitchen the next morning, chipper as ever and bit disheveled, sporting some sex hair. She told us she went to her friend Vanessa's house last night. Then I caught her blushing a bit too deeply. I guess it was a good night. 

Mistress invited us to breakfast, where I finally had a chance to thank her. To thank her for ALL of this. To thank her for setting me on a course that ultimately landed me in the arms of Daddy! I was so grateful to her and oh so happy. 

Daddy and I had decided last night, that I would be moving in with him, full-time, as his 24/7, live-in submissive. It was a bit humiliating, to sit there over breakfast and listen to Daddy and Mistress talk about what's best for me and what I need. What equipment Daddy has for my discipline and domination and what Mistress can lend him or offer him. 

They both know me well enough at this point that they were not wrong, they DO know what I need. 

In any event, Mistress very graciously offered Daddy the use of her Facility, whenever he wanted. Like having me come back to her stables as a pony slave or be spanked in the classroom in front of a group of other "students". She had the specialty rooms and equipment to accommodate this.

Then she teased me even further by suggesting my "lezzie tongue" will need some pussy from time to time. My face went beet-red. She wasn't wrong anymore. I've orgasmed so many times with my face buried in Bella's snatch, I think I associate my own pleasure with licking pussy now.   

We both thanked Mistress, before Daddy boasted that he had some specialty rooms of his own. Apparently he has a specific hallway on his second floor, lined with several rooms that have been custom-made for my discipline and punishments.

I will soon come to learn what are in these rooms and what discipline and punishment means, while under Daddy's roof. What I do know, spoiler alert, is that I am expected to sit on the stool in this hallway, facing a mirror and apart from my collar, I am to be bare naked as I wait.

Daddy will be in one of these rooms. Each room relates to a specific form of punishment. I just have to sit in nervous anticipation, never knowing which door will open...

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Mistress would like Daddy and I to continue to blog on her site about my journey as a live-in submissive. I am apparently getting a very interactive tour of his place, once I settle in. I'll provide a tour to the readers as well, once I can sit comfortably again. 

slave sarah

xoxo

 

The Fourth Guest

Continued from: Cum Junkies

A sarah jane story

Bella just smiled at me and told me that I looked absolutely beautiful. I blushed, trying to hide my nervousness about the situation. I knew I was extremely well conditioned and trained for this, but it was my Upper Floor debut! Fuck! 

Before the party guests arrived, Mistress entered to inspect our uniforms, I knelt right away. I wasn't sure if I was suppose to or not. She looked dominantly stunning! She was wearing a satin Cheongsam dress that made her look like the matriarch of a group of Geishas.

I was already feeling emotional and vulnerable, acutely aware that my cunt, tits and ass were deliberately exposed in this uniform. Yet it was this uniform that represented the achievement of my slave training. All of the discomforts, punishments and humiliations of the previous months, had now culminated into this final moment. 

Despite my nerves, I did feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Mistress solidified this when she told me to stand, hugged me and told me how proud of me she was. 

"Congratulations, Sarah Jane." She said. "You have reached the highest rank of sex slave at this Facility. I'm so proud of you!" 

My eyes glossed over with tears as I hugged her back, tightly. I cherished that final moment of comfort before I mentally prepared to be nothing more than a mouth, a cunt and an asshole for use by random kink-guests.

Mistress directed Bella to gag me and cage me, in anticipation of the first guests to arrive. 

A husband and wife couple showed up first, I heard Mistress call them Lily and Dan, followed by an additional male. I think I heard them greet him as, Lawrence.

Everyone mingled with Mistress, calling her by formal title, while Bella waited patiently to be called upon. It didn't take long before she had a cock in her mouth. 

Then two cocks in her mouth!

I could do nothing but stand there in captivity, drooling from my gag and watching. Gawd! Bella looked so beautiful and confident working those two men. The way she moaned on the dicks, the serpentine way she arched her back. I wanted to trade places with her right then and there. I was just as well-trained and confident in my skills. I was ready for this!  

By the time the men began spit-roasting her, I was starting to get annoyed, jealous actually. What the fuck?! What gives?

Why don't they want to use me? They can stick it in any hole they want for fuck sakes! Hell, I'll even bang the random girl with my tongue.

Lily, was it? She ended up becoming my last straw...

When the dude who wasn't her husband started fucking her on the end-table, I was Goddamn livid! 

I was an Upper Floor, sex slave now! Cut me loose on the room already, geezus! 

When Mistress finally approached my cage, I'm sure she could see the pang of jealously and desperation in my eyes. I wanted to yell, "what the fuck?!" through my gag. But something was up. 

She had a very sinister and devious look in her eyes. 

She let me hang in suspense for a moment, before whispering into my cage.

"There is a fourth guest coming. He has specifically asked for YOU, young lady." Mistress explained. 

"He wants to be rough. He wants to slap you and bite you and wrap his hands around your throat, while he takes you in the ass." 

*grrrrooooaan!

Oh gawd! I just audibly groaned into my gag, right in front of Mistress Andrea. 

I was a little scared, but I was ready to be the fuck out of that cage. I'm a sex slave. I can handle a little rough. I got this!

Mistress blindfolded me first and left my gag in. I felt her place something cold and metal around my neck and fasten whatever it was in place. A chain collar maybe? With a pendant of some sort? I assumed it was probably a collar with a nameplate that read "slut" or "slave" or something.

She helped me onto the bed, on my back, then shackled my wrists to the headboard. My gawd! My heart was pounding out of my chest! The minutes that slowly ticked by felt like an eternity. 

I began to hear footsteps approach. Heavy, masculine, footsteps...

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I was starting to feel afraid...or was the setting just playing ticks on me? We all have safewords here, this is a safe place! I was repeating this to myself, in my head, hoping my panic would pass.  

I flinched and gasped, slightly struggling, as I felt a strong, calloused hand, claw onto my throat. There was some light pressure. I wasn't being choked or strangled. It felt more like I was being claimed! If that makes sense? 

Then, all of sudden, whatever was around my neck was torn off. Like broken right off from around my neck, like a necklace stripping. 

I heard the jingle of a belt buckle. A sound I am certainly familiar with. One that I associated to being belt-whipped. My pussy was a little too panicked to soak like it usually does, when I heard that telltale jingle. 

Next I heard a pant zipper and some other rustling noises. It was happening! Whoever this savage was, who just had his hands around my neck, was now going to beat me and fuck me, like Mistress said, as I lay shackled and helpless. 

My eyes involuntarily slammed shut, when the light of the room finally consumed them. My blindfold had been removed! I carefully and gradually opened my eyes, letting them adjust from complete darkness. All I could make out was a large, shadowy figure near the end of the bed. 

When he finally came into focus...*sigh...be still my heart...

When he finally came into focus, I squealed first, then tears began rolling down my temples. Then I shrieked a second time, through my gag... 

DAAAAAADDDDDDDYYYY!!! 

Sincerely, 

Daddy's little Fuckdoll, 

sarah jane

xoxo

 

Continued in: Like Crazy