Brush My Teeth

Continued from: ATM

A Sarah Jane Story 

I was definitely fliting with disaster here. 

"Daddy punish me more, I haven't learned my lesson." 

C'mon! Pleeeeease! He would be able to see right through this and could call me on it. I thought I might have ended up over his knee again. Good thing Bella is a little bit irresistible, even to me! I missed seeing her body squirm and writhe under pleasure, and hearing her moan like a whore when I was pressing that dildo into her ass. 

And now, I found myself wanting more! Greedily. I was telling Daddy to humiliate me further, by doing ass-to-mouth with his own cock, essentially cuckqueaning me. I don't know what I was thinking. I was just so aroused. 

Again, he didn't need to ask Bella if this was alright, but he did anyway. Such a gentleman. She of course, robotically agreed like a good sex slave should/would. 

"Yes Sir, thank you, Sir." She replied, at Daddy's offer to fuck her in the ass, then transfer his cock from her bum, into my mouth. 

Yes, I was jealous, especially after seeing the moves she had. She essentially did all the work, and fucked her own arse on Daddy's dick. 

She was a pro, rolling her hips, a deep arch to her back and letting her tits flop about, all while occasionally glancing in my direction. 

Before long, Daddy got up and popped out of her butt. Then it was directly over to me and into my waiting mouth. 

There was definitely no twelve repetitions this time, there's no way Daddy would have lasted. I kinda enjoyed teasing him this way, without him knowing. I knew he was on the brink of blowing his load so I sucked his cock with tremendous vigor and speed. If he cums...no more fucking Bella right? Hehe...

I think he was able to manage three. Three reps into Bella's asshole then into my mouth. At the end of the third trip, from ass to mouth, Daddy finally exploded into my throat. 

There! Now I can go brush my teeth...*blush*

Right after I thank Bella for participating in my dreadfully shameful punishment. I knelt down and kissed her passionately on the asshole, verbally thanking her in the process. 

Daddy went down to the kitchen to make us all a snack. I threw on some panties and little top, Bella just stayed in her stockings and garters. Ha. What a weapon she is!

I don't know what came over me, maybe it was the special bond I had with Bella or the intensity of the humiliation I just went through, with the ass-to-mouth punishment, but I couldn't keep my hands off her. I was still so aroused! I hadn't cum yet, during that who ordeal.

She went to wash her hands at the sink and I caressed her bum and slipped a finger inside her petals. 

I got an approving nod from Daddy that it was ok. That I wasn't being too bold for my role or too big for my britches as it's known. 

Next thing you know we were making out on the couch. 

And before you know it, I had my legs in the air, letting her slip my panties off. 

As I watched her beautiful hair begin to brush against the insides of my thighs, I frantically called out to Daddy who was in the kitchen. 

"Would it be ok if I had an orgasm, Daddy...please?" 

I knew the moment her mouth came into contact with my cunt it would be all over for me. It would be too late to seek Daddy's permission. 

"Sure, sweetie." He called back to me. 

Bella gave me an evil but playful smile, before leaning all the way in to French kiss my clit. 

*MOAAAAAN!!

Gawwwd damn! Ohhh fuck did I ever cum for her. Her tongue lashed the shit outta me! I wanted her to make me cum again but I didn't want to push my luck with Daddy. I pulled Bella in for a kiss so I could taste myself on her lips, then gave her an equally sinister and playful smile back. 

"Daddddddieeee...can Bella stay the night with us?"

Well she did...we slept in until like noon yesterday. We literally had sex like all fucking night! It was amazing. We teased poor Daddy so much! Hehe

He told me his cock feels like it was in a wet bouncy castle all night. Lol. Jesus...

I'll write about Saturday night, if you'd like to hear more about it? 

Until then. 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Threesome with Bella

  

 

ATM

Continued from: A Mouth Punishment?

A Sarah Jane story 

Hello again everyone, it's Sarah. 

If you happened to notice the comments section in my last post, Mistress Andrea made a guest appearance in the comments. She teased me about my upcoming punishment and officially declared, publicly, that I would be taking ass-to-mouth, rather than a mouth-soaping.

Which is actually fine by me, I was going to choose this route anyway. The mouth-soaping really sucks and quite shamefully, I enjoy the pure, degrading humiliation of such a dirty act as ATM.

Look how filthy and nasty this is? My fantasy involves being "forced" to do this. Forced, to avoid a severe spanking or whipping. 

Check that out! Straight from her asshole and right down the hatch, as it should be, to shame and degrade me. 

I've been the recipient of ATM from my own bum hole to my mouth, but never with another girl. I was mentally preparing for this to be Summer, but as you'll also read in the last posts' comments, Summer is in Paris, with Mistress Andrea.

I guess Mistress and Daddy must have been commiserating on this one, to ensure I was still adequately punished and shamed, despite Summer's unavailability. So they cooked up a plan to utilize Bella instead. *shrug*

This all went down Saturday, when Daddy returned from his conference trip. I was totally excited to see him and even more excited to don my "big-girl" clothing and accessories. I would have squealed with excitement if it wasn't for the giant ball-gag in my mouth. 

If Daddy is away from the home for any longer than a few hours, like if he were to go to the office all day and not work-from-home, this is how he expects to find me when he comes through the door. 

Cuff and collar set, sturdy leather with padlocks attached and locked - check!

Matching collar, lockable, brass padlock attached - check. 

Nipples clamped with a connecting chain, ball-gag tightly affixed (also lockable with a brass padlock). I inserted an anal plug up my bum, wore stockings, heels and opera gloves then did my hair into a high pony, up and out of the way. My heart was pounding in sync with the throbbing of my cunt, when I finally knelt by the front door windows. I spread my legs, opened my palms on my thighs and lowered my head to wait for Daddy. 

Luckily there wasn't an Amazon package coming to the door that day. You know how they all place them by the front door and take a picture now? From where I was kneeling, I'd probably be in the background of a parcel photo!! Eeeek.

From the time Daddy text me, "wait by the door" until the moment he was now home and seated behind me, I think ten minutes may have passed. 

I maintained my composure and remained in perfect positioning for him as he sat and spoke. Daddy told me that I would be getting a spanking, of course, and that Bella was coming over in the evening for the rest of my punishment. 

I should mention that everything punishment related, in Daddy's home, involves a spanking also. If I'm caught with the soles of my knee socks not pristine and white, I know I'd be going to the special room upstairs to have the soles of my feet punished, after I get a spanking...

Caught masturbating without permission, it would be straight to the specialty room and into the bondage apparatus where my pussy lips and clit would be punished...after I go across Daddy's knee. Make sense? That's how things work around here.

So, despite this loving embrace into Daddy's arms, I knew his belt would snap, crackle and pop from those belt loops eventually, just not immediately. I needed to help Daddy relax first.

As I was in enough hot-water as is, I figured I should go above and beyond with my servitude tonight. I made him a lovely craft cocktail to start. 

Then he wanted to put his feet up and enjoy the drink. 

Then he wanted his dick sucked, which I was more than eager to do. I blew him to full completion into my mouth and tummy. Yum! Thank you, Daddy. 💦💨

I suppose I had stalled enough, I knew what was coming next. 

When I took my mouth off his cock, Daddy got his pants back up and fastened. I got to witness the moment that every spanko dreams about, until it's actually happening before your eyes. Daddy jingled that belt-buckle to undo it, then snapped the leather through the loops. He doubled the belt over on itself then told me to take everything off and remove and unlock all accessories.  

I'm typically only spanked fully nude when it's gonna be a doozy. And boy was it ever! 

After an extra long warm-up over Daddy's knee, I found myself draped over the back of the couch with my feet dangling. In this position, I was strapped with Daddy's belt until my little feet were frantically kicking the air. 

It was a doozy alright. It's Monday now and I'm stilling feeling it.

You see the hour-glass there, beside the timeout corner? It's positioned here for a reason and it fuckin' sucks. HOUR-glass literally means one hour! Thankfully Daddy didn't turn it over to start my cornertime on this particular day. I think he set a timer on his phone while I buried my nose into the walls and whimpered.

I was still parked in the corner when the doorbell rang. Obviously Daddy planned all this out and made sure my timeout was long enough for Bella to arrive and see me this way. It was so humiliating. My bare bum must have been so red, it certainly felt like it was on fire. 

Also dreadfully humiliating, was having to stand there with my hands on my head and listen to the two of them talk. I listened to Daddy offer her a glass of wine, then explain the intimate details of my punishment, like where the dildo will be going first, before it goes into my mouth.

Bella is a sex slave, she doesn't have to consent to anything that isn't a hard limit, but Daddy is a gentleman. He made sure to ask if she was ok with what was about to go down. She was calling him 'Sir' at this point and I could actually hear an undertone of excitement in her voice, to be a part of this.

When my time in the corner was up, I turned to see her for the first time. Of course she was regally dressed, beyond stunning and towering over me in her 1600 dollar Loubies. 

I sat my burning bottom on her lap and hugged her tightly. She and I had endured so much together, at Mistress Andrea's Facility. It was like we shared this Stockholm Syndrome, P.O.W. camp bond with one another. 

Daddy asked me if I was ready for the remainder of my punishment. I sniffled and nodded my head. 

He led us both to the bathroom upstairs, near the toilet. The setting was specifically chosen to be more dirty and degrading for me. 

Bella took off her dress and panties and got down on all fours, as Daddy handed me a well-lubricated dildo. 

My instructions were very specific. I was required to insert the dildo into Bella's ass and give her a moment to adjust and open for me, then slowly and deliberately fuck her deeply with it. Five or six thrusts only. Then I was to remove the dildo from her asshole and take it into my mouth. 

Five or six long bobs of my head, with my lips pursed around the shaft, deepthroating it, and this counted as one repetition. 

"One, thank you Daddy." Is what I was required to recite, after each rep, before sliding the cock back into Bella's anus. 

"Two, thank you Daddy." 

...

"Eleven, thank you Daddy."

I was "sentenced" to twelve repetitions in total. From her ass, directly to my mouth and back again. Each time that dildo popped out of her butt and her anus winked and gaped at me, I could feel it right in my cunt. This may have been a degrading, humiliating and creative punishment, but my naughty cunt seemed to be enjoying herself. 

Daddy declared my punishment was over, then told me to stand up and brush my teeth, which was probably the most humiliating thing he ever could have said in that moment. 

The surge of shame and vulnerability shot right through my body on that one, ending directly at my cunt! I suddenly wasn't ready for my punishment to be over. I didn't wanna brush my teeth yet! I was gluttonous for more and I didn't know why.

Bravely, I managed to squeak out a plea for more shame and more humiliation. 

"Daddy, may I please be punished again, I haven't learned my lesson yet...but can we use your cock this time, Daddy?" 

To be continued. 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo 

 

 

Pet Play

Continued from: The Three Bears

A Sarah Jane story

Way back, when Daddy first began my slave training, I was kept in a diaper if you remember? I had to earn my progression of submissive growth, through good behaviour and obedience. When the diapers and corresponding ABDL outfits were introduced, I was mortified, as an adult woman, to be forced to wear such things. Even worse, Daddy encouraged me to pee into my diaper at this stage. Fuck! 

I remember a specific moment. It was one of the first times I was encouraged to pee into the diaper I was wearing. I pouted and cried out and threw a huge tantrum which ultimately landed me over Daddy's knee for a spanking. I remember him then saying to me: 

"If you don't use your diaper like a good baby girl, I'll walk you outside on leash and you can cock your leg and pee on the grass." 

As soon as those words left Daddy's lips I felt the surge of arousal grab-hold of my cunt. Butterflies flurried in my tummy and I squeezed my thighs together. Why was the thought of this so horrific but arousing. 

Why do I do this to myself? Why do I ask for these things to be done to me? 

It was brought to my attention by "Madame Trainer", that my stage of dreadful pony training was nearing its completion. The humiliation was colossal. Having to high-knee prance beside Bella, accessorized, whipped and listening to the constant jingle of bells from our nipples and sometimes our pussy lips. 

This was Bella and I, just last week. Gawd it was dreadful, but even now, it's making me wet. 

Fom a naked, dungeon sex slave, having all three of my holes used 'round-the-clock, to the plush and pastel comforts of my ABDL time, my journey was reaching its summit. After the diapers, came "little girl" clothing and ruffled socks, followed by two stages of being a schoolgirl, then a slutty Secretary and now I'm working on my grace, posture and core throughout this pony business. 

It was difficult to pick a favourite. Each stage of this brilliantly conceived plan came with its own unique pleasures, discomforts and humiliations. Although the pony slave training was utterly degrading, it wasn't dehumanizing enough for me and I don't know why. 

Why do I want this? Why does my filthy cunt want to make me do this? 

In a vulnerable moment in the stables with Mistress, when she was about to tell me that I would finally be promoted to the Upper Floor, to the highest rank at her Facility on the submissive side, I stopped her.   

All I could picture was crawling outside on the cool grass, fully naked wearing only a collar and leash. Being led to a specific area and told to lift my leg and pee. I felt sick to my stomach imagining this, all while my clit ached and throbbed at the possibility of this actually happening. 

I asked Mistress Andrea if she could do a pet-play scene with me, before I make it to the Upper Floor. Maybe I didn't believe my naughty cunt, or I was resentful toward her. Maybe I was asking to be dehumanized like this, so I could prove to my pussy: "See...See, I told you I wouldn't like this!"

Daddy joined Mistress on the day of my session, which I was overjoyed about. But it was made clear to me that I was Mistress' pet! I wasn't gagged for this session and outside of moans and yelps, I was to be non-verbal. I would be clapped at and whistled at to get my attention, but I was not to respond verbally. 

Mistress put me in a head-harness with little ears and I was fitted with a wide collar. Apart from that, my only clothing was black, satin wrist-gloves and a pair of nylon knee-highs in black. It was a very vulnerable outfit. My tits dangled helplessly and cunt remained bare and exposed. 

Finally, a silicone plug with a cute pet-tail was placed into my asshole. I was directed to the corner to face the walls and wait. 

I was trembling from the corner, with anticipation, nervousness and arousal. Each footstep behind me made me tense-up and clench the invading object that was deep in my ass. I could hear a lot of things being set up behind me, before I was permitted to turn around and take it all in. 

There was a lovely plush dog's bed, a pet-bowl with my name on it (that was extra humiliating) and a metal cage. I crawled on my hands and knees over to the soft bed. I wanted to crawl right under the floor due to the embarrassment, but I curled up in my bed instead. I was happy to see my Daddy present, despite the state he was seeing me in. 

Mistress commented on how cute I was, while Daddy invited me onto his lap for a snuggle and a kiss.

Mmmm. Now I was purring for real! 

This brief moment of comfort was interrupted by Mistress striking me on the boob with a rolled up newspaper. 

"Off the furniture!" She snipped at me. 

I crawled back onto the floor as she struck me twice more, on the ass and hip with her newspaper. 

We played fetch once I was on the floor. I wanted to die from the humiliation. Mistress tossed a giant dildo toward me and I had to pick this up with my mouth, crawl it over to her and drop it at her feet. 

As usual, my naughty cunt was loving every minute of this, slickening my inner thighs, and I hated her for it! 

After a few repetitions of fetch, I was told I could have a treat. My little dog bowl that had my name on it was filled with Fruit Loops. I suppose this part could have been worse…

The session was long and emotionally challenging for me, but my pussy never lost interest. My role gradually and slowly became more sexualized as time went on. Mistress had me remove her heels so I could sniff and lick her feet. 

Then it was Mistress' ass. The quintessential "dog greeting" as it was described to me. I have no problem going down on a woman now and even licking her asshole, but when it was explained to me as a "dog greeting", it made things dreadfully degrading. 

I sniffed her bum from my knees, then sniffs to her asshole, before finally licking it furiously. 

I'm not sure why Daddy didn't get sexually involved in any of this. He was enjoying watching me, but his pants never came off during any of this. 

Then came the moment I had fantasized and masturbated about, time and time again. It was actually happening for real and I didn't know how I was going to react. A leash was clicked onto my collar and I was led out the patio door on my hands and knees, out into "public", to cock my leg with my ass in the air and pee onto the lawn. 

Emotionally, I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry, as I felt my hot piss sprinkle my inner thighs.  Physically, my stomach felt like it was first punched, then plummeted 15 floors in an elevator shaft. All of this however, was outperformed by the sensations I felt in my cunt. She won, yet again because she's a greedy whore. She let me be subjected to this dehumanizing behaviour, just so she could get off on it. 

My pussy is a sadistic, inhumane, slut!

She won in the end. She got what she wanted from me. Mistress let me cum while she and Daddy watched me ride the Sybian.

I was outward facing in the corner. Mistress set up her phone to film me and captured my second cummy, which was probably the hardest and heaviest orgasm I've ever had in my entire life. Shamefully powerful!

My entire body was limp. I was nothing more than a collapsed puddle on the floor. Daddy remained vastly uninvolved, but Mistress treated me to a nice fucking, by lifting my tail out of the way and entering my sopping wet cunt. 

I didn't even have the strength to participate. I just laid there limp, on my tummy, allowing myself to be fucked by Mistress Andrea as Daddy watched. 

When Mistress was done with me, I got a much-needed break in my crate. She told me to scratch at the padlock on the crate door, if I needed to go out to pee again, and we would start this whole ordeal all over. Fuck!

I was led outside for three more pees on the lawn that day! 

I guess I must really hate this pet-play stuff, huh? 

There’s nothing left that could ever shock or surprise me now. I’m ready for the Upper Floor. I’m ready to be a sex slave!

sarah pet 

xoxo 

Continued in: Cum Junkies

  
 

Sissy Husband Fluffs

Continued from: Shattered Masculinity

As the door to the bedroom opens, Vanessa makes her entrance, exuding an aura of dominance and sensuality. Her figure is accentuated by the slutty white lingerie she wears, hugging her curves in all the right places. The choice of white, a delicate yet alluring ensemble, adds an extra layer of virginal innocence to her presence. Yet she is about to be anything but!

Her eyes lock onto Derek, taking in the sight of him serving Anthony with submissive devotion. A satisfied smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she observes her sissy has prepared the room for her and now kneels to await further instructions. The choker adorning her neck emphasizes her control and authority, yet a visual symbol of her submission to Anthony.

With each stride she takes, the click of her boots against the floor resonates, creating an air of command and anticipation. The room becomes charged with an electric energy as she approaches Anthony and Derek, her presence commanding attention.

Vanessa’s voice, filled with power and desire, breaks the silence. “Well done, both of you,” she states, her tone conveying a mix of dominance and lust, despite her submissive status to Anthony. She remains ever the composer of her own pleasure. “Fluff him for me sissy, I'm ready to fuck!”

Her words linger in the air, solidifying the roles and expectations within the room. Derek’s heart quickens, knowing that his submission to both Vanessa and Anthony is key to fulfilling their desires. He maintains his position, ready to serve and obey their every command.

Vanessa’s gaze shifts between Anthony and Derek, her dominance palpable as she orchestrates their interactions. Her authority and sensuality merge, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that ignites the desires of all involved.

The air in the room crackles with anticipation as Derek, embodying his submissive role, kneels before Anthony. His heart pounds in his chest as he gathers his courage to make the request, fully aware of the significance of this moment.

With a voice trembling with both nervousness and submission, Derek addresses Anthony, his words soft and deferential. “Sir, may I have your permission to suck your cock, to prepare you for my wife's pleasure?"

The room falls silent, the weight of Derek’s words hanging in the air. All eyes are on Anthony as he contemplates the request, his expression a mix of curiosity and authority. He takes a moment to gauge Derek’s devotion and willingness to serve.

In a voice that exudes power and control, Anthony responds, his words carrying the weight of his dominance. “Yes, young lady. You may proceed. Show me your dedication to pleasing your wife.”

Derek’s heart skips a beat, a mix of excitement and trepidation coursing through him. He moves closer to Anthony his hands delicately tracing the outline of Anthony’s pants, as he slips them off and positions himself to fulfill his assigned task.

With utmost focus and submission, Derek leans in, his lips and tongue beginning their gentle exploration, working diligently to bring Anthony to full readiness for Vanessa. Every movement is measured, every touch deliberate, as he seeks to elicit pleasure and ensure his role in providing the ultimate satisfaction to Anthony's swelling erection.

As he diligently attends to his task, Derek’s thoughts are consumed by the humiliating reality that he has another man's cock in his mouth, and Vanessa is watching him. The knowledge that his submission is integral to their shared pleasure fuels his reluctant desire to serve with utmost devotion and skill.

Derek’s heart races as he feels Anthony’s response to his oral ministrations. The realization that he is pleasuring a “real man” in such an intimate way sends a surge of mixed emotions through him. Nervousness intertwines with deep humiliation, as the power dynamics within their FLR shift and new experiences unfold. Derek can hear his wife masturbating on the bed, indulging in the sight of his shameful performance. 

As Derek continues to serve Anthony, his lips and tongue working diligently on the cock, he feels a gradual change in Anthony’s response. Sensing Anthony’s growing arousal, he realizes that he has succeeded in his task. Anthony’s length extends deeper into his throat, causing him to wretch and gag. 

Derek’s breath catches momentarily as he adjusts to the sensation, grappling with the intensity of this new experience. He can feel wetness at the front of his satin panties, little glimmering dabs of pre-cum escaping his chastity cage, fueling a mixture of sensations and conflicting emotions within him.

His training and willingness to please drive him forward, urging him to continue with purpose and dedication. His throat accommodates Anthony’s growing size, adapting to the presence of a “real man” within him.

"That's enough my sweet sissy, I wanna fuck! Go stand in the corner." 

Vanessa’s voice cuts through the air, her words simultaneously affirming Derek’s efforts and reminding him of his place within their dynamic. The praise, coupled with the command, solidifies his role as a sissy and emphasizes his purpose in their arrangement.

With a mixture of humiliation and submission, Derek removes Anthony's cock from his mouth. He feels a lingering sense of anticipation and arousal, but also a profound understanding that his service has reached its limit for the time being.

As Anthony moves closer to Vanessa, Derek’s heart sinks and a knot forms in his stomach. He obediently walks to the designated corner of the room, his heels clicking against the floor. With each step, he feels the weight of his submission, the shame and vulnerability of being relegated to the role of a passive observer.

Standing with his back to the room, facing the wall, Derek grapples with his emotions. A mix of conflicting desires courses through him — the longing to please Vanessa, the curiosity about what transpires between her and Anthony, and the undeniable pang of jealousy that he must suppress.

Time feels elongated as Derek remains in the corner, acutely aware of the sounds of passion and pleasure emanating from the space behind him. The minutes stretch into an hour, each passing second a reminder of his submissive role and his willingness to sacrifice his desires for Vanessa’s satisfaction.

In his secluded corner, Derek battles the range of emotions swirling within him — the shame, the emasculation, the yearning, and the surrender. He finds solace in the knowledge that his submission and compliance are central to Vanessa’s pleasure and the fulfillment of their dynamic.

As the hour of passion between Vanessa and Anthony comes to a close, Derek remains in his designated corner, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. The sound of their shared orgasm echoes in the room, a stark reminder of his inability to cum like a "real man" and the depths of his degradation.

Vanessa, with her commanding presence, breaks the silence. Her voice carries a mixture of authority and expectation as she addresses Derek. “Sweetheart, come here,” she commands, her tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Derek’s heart skips a beat as he turns from the corner, his delicate heels padding softly against the floor. He approaches Vanessa and Anthony, his eyes lowered in submission, fully aware of his clean-up duty that awaits him.

Without a word, Vanessa guides Anthony toward Derek, his cock glistening with their shared pleasure. Derek’s cheeks flush with humiliation as he takes in the sight before him. He understands the nature of his role — to clean and service, even in the most intimate and degrading moments.

With a mixture of reluctance and devotion, Derek kneels before Anthony, his hands trembling slightly as he delicately takes hold of Anthony's raging cock. He suppresses his own desires and focuses solely on the task at hand — removing every trace of Vanessa’s arousal from Anthony’s spent flesh.

As Derek diligently performs his duty, his thoughts swirl with a heady mix of emotions. Shame and humiliation intertwine with the tinge of arousal that courses through his body. He remains steadfast in his submission, understanding that his purpose is to fulfill Vanessa’s desires. Additionally, Vanessa reminds him that this is the only time he gets to have her pussy, when he is licking another man's cum from within her.

Derek completes the task at hand, ensuring that every trace of Vanessa and Anthony’s arousal is meticulously cleaned from not only Anthony's cock but his wife's freshly fucked pussy. As he finishes, he takes a moment to compose himself, steeling his nerves to address Anthony. 

Derek’s voice, still soft and wispy, quivers slightly as he speaks, his words filled with defeat and vulnerability. “Thank you, Sir, for fucking my wife. I hope I have pleased you and met your expectations.”

His eyes remain lowered, his body still kneeling, as he awaits Anthonys’s response. His heart races with anticipation, knowing that his performance will be judged and evaluated by the dominant man who stands before him.

Mistress Andrea and "Chatty"

xoxo

Continued in: Call me "Sir"