Working from Home

Continued from: Age Progression

I don't often make house-calls or out-calls as they're known in the professional Dominatrix industry. I've never really needed to with the fully equipped giga-Facility I have at my disposal, but sometimes, just sometimes, I venture out to "call-on" a client. In this particular case, TWO clients! A lovely and adorable submissive couple named Carley and Hunter. 

Omg I wanna eat her up she's so cute! Look at those freckles on her nose. 

It's rare to find a submissive couple, there is usually one party who calls the shots or at least dictates how their kink play should go. These two however, are 100% submissive and looked me up when they reached a sexual stand-off in their relationship. Sure they participated in vanilla sex but they both had a burning desire to be the sexual submissive. This is where I was able to help...

Hunter is young and cute as well, just like Carley. He likes to rock that urban lumberjack, hipster look. He didn't strike me as overly manly when we first met. I'm quite certain he's never swung an axe in his life.

 "Why the long face Hunter?"

Oh right...your little dick is locked up in a chastity cage and I have the only set of keys for it. Ha! Not even your pretty wife can release you. She can't suck you off, no handies, no masturbating your sexual energy away and you can't even fuck that beautiful bombshell you share a matrimonial home with! 

Ouch! How emasculating. 

What's even worse, is that these two work from home, daily. They're in each other's faces all the time. Meanwhile, a few blocks away, in a coded lockbox in my office, I hold the literal keys to Hunter's orgasmic pleasure. If he whines and cries and text messages me to beg for release, I give Carley a spanking right in front of him. If Carley calls or comes over, groveling and begging for me to release her husband's penis, Hunter gets punished or often times...they both get hauled over my lap in their own living room.

It is truly a devious predicament these two have gotten themselves into. They both have the option to safeword out of this arrangement but to-date, after three months in the chastity cage and plenty of sessions with the three of us, no safeword has been spoken. 

Carley has been telling me however, that since I locked up her husband's dick, his oral skills have gone through the roof. He is more docile, loving and attentive to her and will even perform oral pleasure on her bare asshole when she asks him. 

Future Domme in the making perhaps? 

Like many of the silly males I deal with, extended chastity soon leads to wearing panties for me, sometimes a bra as well. Usually this leads to either full or partial sissification and forced feminization. With these two it's easy! 

"Hunter, if you put on this pink dress and high heels, I'll release your dick and let you fuck your wife while I supervise." 

And this would be how I find them when I arrive. 

As for the working from home, most everyone knows that zoom calls only display head and shoulders, so I decided to have a little fun with these two. A professional looking top half, but dressed like little schoolgirls below the waist. Yes, Hunter as well!

Looks pretty vanilla to me, for that video call Hunter is about to join.

Down the hall in a spare bedroom, Carley is leading a zoom call with her team, also looking professional and vanilla. 

But have a look at what lies beneath the desk. I made Hunter wear a school skirt, panties and knee socks with little chunky heels. 

I wonder how red his face gets when he logs into those meetings. I guess he better stay seated lest his colleagues discover his naughty little secret. 

As for Carley, I made her wear something equally scholastic, but a little more slutty, just to drive Hunter and his caged penis insane. 

Working from home is much more enjoyable when you have a Dominatrix to come check on you and ensure you're "properly" dressed for work. 

I've had a great deal of fun with these two and I'm looking forward to getting both of them into the dungeon space and become regulars at my Facility. 

I have no intentions of unlocking Hunter's cock anytime soon. I would image I'll lead him down the same rabbit hole as all my other hetero males whom I have transformed into sissy slaves. 

Carley gets to enjoy my beautiful pussy, while Hunter gets to lick the sole of my boots. He's learning, slowly, where in the pecking order he belongs. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Sexual Aggression

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

 

Sarah and Russell return

Continued from: And the winner is...

A post from slave sarah

It had been quite some time since that first session with Russell, where he whipped me and used all three of my fuck-holes. Even now, as I sit here and type this between my zoom meetings, the memories of that afternoon have my panties soaked. 

The good news is, we have been texting (sexting) ever since, he is training me and developing me into exactly what he wants. I am to be his whore, his personal slut, one step above an inflatable sex doll, and I absolutely love it!

I have never met a man more thorough than Russell, who I now only address as Master or Sir. His attention to detail always keeps me on my toes, both literally and figuratively. I have structure in my life now, rules to follow and severe consequences for misbehaviour. My nails and toes are always done, baby pink, by Master's request. I also find myself wearing hosiery more often, with high heels, and I now favour dresses and skirts to pants. 

He has me on a strict orgasm diet. I am not to masturbate without his permission and can definitely not cum without his permission. This has been frustrating at times, but I'm more or less walking around in a constant state of arousal 24/7...which is exactly how Master wants me, absolutely begging for it. 

Over the past few months, since our first session together, I have learned positioning, expanded my wardrobe and impressed my Master through my own degrading obedience to him. He was ready to see me again and see to me he certainly did! Mistress Andrea is "making" me blog about it, to humiliate and degrade me even further. 

Here goes...

It was a Tuesday morning. Mistress greeted me when I arrived in my cute dress and pantyhose. Master ordered me to arrive this way, feminine and classy, always in heels. 

I had forgotten just how beautiful Mistress was and how well she commanded over me, without ever needing to say a word. She directed me toward that locker room which, through a large window, is visible to her kitchen. She told me to strip fully naked in the locker room, do my hair into a high-pony, then come find her. I was so embarrassed, yet each time she told me what to do my clit jumped and trembled in anticipation of her next command. 

I did as I was told and underwent the walk of shame from the lobby and into the locker room. The last time I was in this house, in the kitchen to be exact, I remember seeing some dreadfully humiliated man in there, dressed like a little girl and sitting on one of the benches. 

Now it was my turn, to maybe feel what that man had felt, a mixture of shame, anticipation and excitement, to be so exposed and publicly humiliated. I knew Mistress had a wife named Summer, who I have not yet met. As I began to strip naked I was praying she wasn't in the kitchen, watching me. It was bad enough to be naked in front of the stunning Mistress Andrea. 

I tiptoed out of the locker room, having seen Mistress in the kitchen through the glass. The tile was cold against my bare feet and was causing my nipples to harden. I padded my way over to Mistress and told her I was ready. I kept my eyes lowered in her presence, as Master had taught me, and only addressed her as Ma'am. 

She looked me up and down quickly, before inviting me to follow her upstairs. Master wanted me accessorized and kneeling for him and I guess Mistress was tasked to assist. 

With a snap and a point to the floor she had me kneeling. I think she was testing how sharp and well-trained I had become. I got into a kneel for her urgently, remembering to keep my eyes down, back arched and tits thrust out. I noticed first, on the coffee table, a collection of chain, heavy metal shackles and padlocks. My butterflies were raging at this point!

Mistress was gentle and remained quiet, as she drew each of my hands into hers, one by one, to apply the metal cuffs and click a padlock shut. My ankles too and finally a collar, all adorned with these stainless cuffs each of which got their own padlock. 

I liked the heavy weight feel of these shackles. It was making me feel more captive and more like a sex slave. 

The silence was broken when she asked me if Master had any preparations before this session that I had to do at home. My face burned with embarrassment, obviously Mistress knew what I was made to do. 

I responded to her with a little hesitation, not enough to get me struck or punished it would seem. 

"Yes Ma'am, I gave myself a soapy enema Ma'am, released it, then took a second clear-water one, as a rinse out." 

Fuck me! I was so humiliated, which only got worse when she suddenly asked me to present my asshole to her. 

I stood with urgency, sharp like a soldier coming to attention. Master and I had practiced and drilled all of this into me, I knew what was expected. I bent at the waist for Mistress and shamefully spread my ass cheeks open to present her my bare asshole. 

"Very smooth and pretty young lady, such a healthy and pink little pucker." Mistress then said. 

I died a little bit inside, it was so humiliating to hear her speak like this, so matter-of-factly about my butt hole! Sure enough my cunt was soaked, I couldn't help it. I hoped she didn't see. I held my spread position for her as she slathered a healthy amount of lubricant onto my asshole. I clenched from the cold sensation but Mistress told me to relax. She told me that Master wanted me plugged. 

Once was anus was stretched and full, I was snapped back to the floor with a point, once again into a kneel. Mistress told me to wait for Master then she clicked out of the room. I was alone with my thoughts. 

When Master eventually arrived I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest. He wasn't holding a whip or his belt, no toys or crops. I didn't know what to expect from this session but my pussy was burning with a deep ache.  

He attached a chain to my collar ring and simply told me to follow him. I was taken down to the basement to an area of the house I had never seen before. Some parts were dark, there was a slight dampness in the air but it was at least warm, even with my nakedness. 

He led me by the chain leash to a far corner of a stone-walled room, where I could see a cell. He produced a large key to unlock the heavy metal door, then told me to get inside. I whimpered in defeat but didn't protest. I tiptoed into this small space obediently.

I think it was like a shitty old linoleum floor. Whatever it was it was cold against my bum and when Master put me into a sit, the anal plug pressed deeper into my asshole. I couldn’t stop myself from groaning like a whore when I felt that plug violate my ass.

My shackles were all connected and locked together and I was put into a heavy duty, strict harness gag with a leather blindfold. The cell door creaked shut and I jumped when the lock ratted into place. 

"When I feel like fucking you in the ass, I'll be back..."

This was the last thing he said to me, before I was left alone in that three by three cell. Unable to see, drooling from my gag and clenching the anal plug with my pucker. 

And what was occupying my mind, in my captive solitude, was the hope that I'd soon be fucked in the ass. I may not look it, from the image above, but I was so freakin' excited!

slave sarah 

xo

Continued in: Toilet Sex

 

And the winner is...

Continued from: Sissy School

It was the final day, the grand finale, of sissy Lexi's weekend under the care of this dominant couple. Lexi is the name provided to this hetero male, every Friday when he checks himself in for a weekend of crippling humiliation, cuckolding and "forced" bi-sexuality. 

On Sunday's, after Sunday school had finished for Lexi, he brought a note home to his "parents" indicating his bare bottom was caned at school for misbehaviour. He now has to feel the wrath of either Mommy or Daddy. 

Like a wheel of chance, Lexi nervously stood in front of his simulated parents, and tore open the envelope he was holding. After a quick glance at the card inside, he held back tears, focused his eyes toward Erin and squeaked out: 

"Mommy, may I please be given a spanking, Ma'am?" 

"Yes young lady, you may," Erin spoke sternly. "Now get that bum bare and get in the corner." Erin barked. 

"Yes Ma'am," Lexi replied. 

"Mommy will come get you when it's time Alexis," Erin added. She clicked out of the room to go change into more of an old-fashioned, Mommy look. 

For the next 45 minutes, Lexi stood in the living room corner with his caned bum on display. Brad watched TV in the same room and puttered around within earshot and in the kitchen, carrying on with his vanilla life, as the sissy nervously waited. 

He had plenty of quiet thought while he was in timeout, to process the fact that he was about to spanked by Mommy. His stomach sickened with humiliation, as he reflected on the times he has been spanked over Brad's lap, sometimes fully naked in only his chastity cage and having to call him "Daddy". 

He had a genuine fear of Daddy's belt, that Brad would snap through the loops of his jeans before doubling it over, causing the buckle to jingle. 

Today however, Lexi now knew he was in for a little less humiliating spanking, at the hands of "Mommy", but equally, if not more of a severe blistering of his bare bum. Erin was always more strict with maternal discipline of this kind and she used more implements than Daddy spankings. 

Lexi shivered with nerves, as he thought about Mommy's slipper, her wooden spoon and tears began to form when his mind fixated on her long-handled bath brush and how brutally severe it can be. 

But...this was all something he asked this couple for, it was his fantasy...as a sissy spanko cuckold. 

Lexi's quiet reflection in the corner ended quickly and shockingly, as Erin grabbed him by the earlobe and marched him out of the room. 

"Let's go young lady, you're totally in for it." Erin threatened. 

Sunday spankings for Lexi are sometimes witnessed, Mommy spanking the naughty little Lexi in front of Daddy and so on, but not today. Erin wanted the wails of sobbing and cracks of wood against buttocks to echo down the stairs where Brad would remain. 

She lobe-marched the poor sissy all the way to Mommy and Daddy's bedroom where Lexi was stripped nude to just her school socks and Mary Janes. The OTK chair was waiting, and Lexi was stood directly in front of Mommy. Once Erin sat, her vantage point would be directly on the tiny pink chastity cage that was locked onto Lexi's penis. 

Mommy cupped the cage and balls into her hand. 

"Are you becoming aroused young lady?" She asked. 

Lexi groaned in utter humiliation, mewing out a, "Mommy, nooooo!"

"Is your little pee pee trying to get hard in that cage Alexa?" Erin continued as she reached for the dreaded bath brush. 

Sissy Lexi, overwhelmed by the relentless humiliation and fear of the spanking to come, began to cry big wet tears. 

"There we go young lady, right where Mommy needs you to be, its ok to cry", Erin cooed to him. "Now, lets get this unsightly thing covered up before you go over Mommy's knee. I don't want any white stains on my stockings." Erin stated. 

With that, she produced a pink satin pouch, trimmed with delicate lace and an elasticized opening. She slipped this humiliating item over Lexi's chastity cage and his balls. He continued to softly cry as his face reddened even further. 

Erin took up a more comfortable seat on the couch and draped Lexi across her strict lap. With Lexi's torso supported by the couch, Erin began the long and thorough warm-up with her hand. 

The slipper came next for this sissy slave, followed by the wooden spoon and finally the vicious bath brush. Erin didn't let up until she was sure Lexi's wails could be heard by the neighbours, amidst the deep, wooden smacks. Lexi was crying out, "I'll be a good girl Mommy, please no more," when Erin finally finished with him. 

Again, it was Sunday, now late in the afternoon. Erin or Brad deliver the same manner of spanking to Lexi every Sunday, to mark the end of his weekend of sissy slavery. They each ensure that Lexi feels the spanking all throughout the week, right up until the following Friday, when he's ready to return to them once again. 

Lexi spends about an hour in the corner when his spanking finishes, with his bare bum on display. He usually continues to cry for part of his timeout, all while listening to Erin and Brad fuck on the bed, or fuck right beside him. 

Lexi's penis is never brought up in a sexual context, there is never mention of a key to unlock it. If he ever asks permission to be unlocked he gets punished immediately. 

This poor sissy gets to listen only and sometimes taste. 

Once Brad has unloaded into Erin's gorgeous pussy, Lexi once again has a chance to taste his sweet Mistress but yes, it will involve taking Brad's cock into his mouth. 

Lexi is then on the clean-up detail of Brad's cock first, sucking and licking it fully clean, before tending to Erin's pussy, to clean and consume all of the cum. 

The sissy is then sent to the bathroom with nail polish remover and makeup remover, his male clothes are returned to him and he is sent on his way. 

Brad makes himself scarce and Erin sees Lexi to the door, kissing him on the cheek and cheerfully saying, "see you next Friday Huni!" 

What a lifestyle! 

**Special thanks to the fan and reader who submissively suggested this entire storyline**

It started here, with a post called Sissy slave to a couple

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

 

Sissy's morning Ritual

Continued from: Sissy slave to a couple

On Saturday mornings, Lexi's cell door electronically unlocks at 7AM, the exact time his alarm clock sounds. I can picture him waking up in a daze, cloaked by Disney princess sheets and looking down at his sheer lingerie. He would feel his morning erection competing with the rigid bars of his chastity cage and would be feeling the thin band of his thong panties, riding into his ass crack. 

Brad and Erin are undisturbed by their sissy and get to sleep in on Saturday mornings, while Lexi heads for the shower. He is then responsible for doing his own make-up and wig and is required to re-dress in the same lingerie he slept in. 

Any deviation of this morning ritual, would result in severe punishment and likely a month or two added to his next chastity unlock date. 

To compliment Lexi's sissy attire, some strappy heels are provided in his room. Strappy so his toenail polish can pop, a perfect match to his pink outfit. 

Next comes the first of many, major humiliations of the day for poor Lexi. Just outside of his sissy bedroom, in the gentlemen's palour and adjacent to Erin and Brad's bedroom, this awaits: 

The picture doesn't do it a ton of justice as there's nothing to compare the size to, but it's a giant, realistic, black cock. 

Lexi knows what is required of him but is always apprehensive at first. 

Fearful of additional punishment, Lexi continues with his morning ritual. He gets down on his knees and takes the vascular, giant black cock into his mouth and just holds the pose. It's now around 8AM and by the rules that Erin has establish for her sissy, this is the way she wants to find him, when she wakes up. Feminized, denied, humiliated and holding a great big cock between his painted lips.

"Good girl!" Erin will coo to him, when she finds Lexi exactly how she wanted him positioned. 

Yes, in case you are wondering, Erin wears bedroom heels in the mornings, because she's a hottie. 

Erin then releases Lexi and they both click into the bedroom and over to the unwashed laundry hamper. Lexi has to kneel and find the panties that Erin wore yesterday, under her business attire, as Brad watches on. 

Cornertime is far more embarrassing and shameful when you have to hold an object against the wall with your nose. I've seen this done with a coin or with a piece of paper, the shamed individual is under strict orders that they will be harshly punished if the item drops. Additionally, with their nose pressed to the wall, it causes the bum to jut-out nicely and is a good way to present a spanked bottom. 

Erin uses a similar tactic, only her method is a little more devious. She makes poor Lexi open the inner gusset of her panties, the one's she was in all day yesterday, and hold the delicate material against the wall with his nose. 

How dreadfully humiliating for him, and the worst part is yet to come. 

Haunted and enchanted by the lingering scent of his Mistress, Lexi now has to listen to her have sex with her husband Brad. Lexi is under very harsh threats to not let the panties fall to the floor and sometimes his wrists are even cuffed behind his back. 

Painfully, Lexi now hears the unmistakable sounds of a cock being sucked, a pussy being licked and that first audible gasp from Erin, as she takes Brad's entire length into her pussy. 

Poor sissy can do nothing but listen and focus on that panty gusset with all the wonderful scents it captured a day earlier. 

The over stimulus that Lexi was now experiencing, combined with his crushing humiliation and having to listen to Erin and Brad both orgasm, had his little cock straining in its cage. 

Then came the gut-sinking order from Erin, one that Lexi knows well, from having performed this Saturday morning ritual many times before...

"Alexis huni, clean him up," escaped Erin's lips. 

Lexi slowly reached for the panties he was holding against the wall with his nose, still not letting them drop. He folded them carefully and neatly, trying to prolong the inevitable for as long as possible. Eventually, he hung his head in shame and wobbled in his heels toward Brad. 

"May I please clean you off Sir?" Lexi managed to squeak out, before dropping to his knees. 

"Of course," Brad cheerfully replied. 

Erin watched on as her husband guided Lexi's head onto his cock. Lexi cleaned down the shaft of the erect penis with his mouth, sucked a few times and polished each of Brad's balls with his tongue. 

"Thank you Sir." Lexi peeped out, after removing Brad's dick from his mouth. 

Brad began to head for the shower and in leaving, heard Lexi ask Erin, "may I please clean you up Ma'am?"

Once Brad's cum was suckled from Erin's hot pussy and swallowed by Lexi, this officially represented the end of sissy's morning ritual. 

Gawd damn this sounds so humiliating for him!

Could it get any worse? Silly question likely...of course it will. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Wait for him by the door