She-Devil

Continued from: The Cute Couple

If October 30th is traditionally known as "Devil's Night", I would like to begin a new movement for all my FLR Queens out there. 

September 30th shall henceforth be known as, "SHE-Devil" night. Hehe.

Six more sleeps, ladies! I hope you'll observe Locktober with me this year. 

If you're in any other manner of relationship, be it gay, trans or an arrangement where one: there is a penis involved and two: the person with the penis is submissive or sub-curious...lock that fuckin' thing up!

If you're in a relationship where both parties have biological female parts, try lady-Locktober. I would love to hear how that goes and how achy all the subby-girls get, while denied and housed in stainless steel for a month. 

Have to leave the work-from-home office and actually go to the real office? No worries, choose clothing that will hide your naughty little, throbbing secret. 

I am feeling exceptionally devious and giddy this year, about my favourite holiday season. An old flame of mine named Russell, came back into my life several months ago, when I needed his help with a female client. 

Since that time, we pretty much picked up where we left off over a decade ago, only now, there are a few more variables involved but we have worked to embrace them. He has had a couple play-dates with my wife, including the time he fucked her. I had occasion to punishment spank him, Russell spanked me too, and then I more-or-less coerced him into Locktober this year, by offering myself to him.

You can read about my devious coercion here: Old Flame

Yes it's true, my devil horns are holding up my halo. This she-devil is about to reign over October.

As for She-Devil's night, I am going to invite Russell over for a lovely dinner, I may even do the 50's housewife look that I know he likes. Seamed nude hosiery, red lips and pearls, with a pin-up dress and heels, as I gracefully see to his dinner.

If you're planning on locking up a dick in a chastity cage, be cruel about it. Give the dick something to miss! 

After dinner I plan on adorning my she-devil attire and turning into a complete whore, right before Russell's eyes. 

I may have to resort to some truly bad-girl moves, just to drive him mental as I edge that lovely cock of his. I'll force him to associate the physical pleasure of his cock, to the sight and taste of my beautiful princess parts. 

Then I'll let him fuck the she-devil right out of me, which won't work. He may try, even with his belt around my neck, but this she-devil isn't going anywhere for awhile! 

He's going to cry out, "may I cum please, Mistress?" When Russell was once under my stiletto, he was trained to require my permission before he cums. In moments of intensity or ferocity, we all resort back to our training, so I fully expect to hear this escape his lips. 

And I'm going to let him cum. The teasing and edging will cause his orgasm to be massive. I intend to Kegel-squeeze every last drop of him, before quickly pulling him out and taking him into my mouth. 

I'll clean my own wonderful arousal off his dick, as it balloon-deflates in my mouth. I'll suck and lick and bob my head, but to his frustration, his penis will eventually become noodle-flaccid in my mouth. 

Perfect timing to get it under lock and key. 

I'll be using a metal, medium styled cage for Russell, with a sleek, internal locking mechanism. 

I have some delightfully devious plans for him during the month, cruel and tormenting plans! I'm going to need the help of my two minions though. 

Do I deliberately keep these two slutty, alluring and scantily clad around Russell, all month, just to torment him? Do I invite Russell up to the strip club so he can watch Cassandra dance? 

Hmm...

Maybe I'll invite Officer Summers and Officer Cassidy back. They can incarcerate him for the month. 

They sky is truly the limit when you combine a locked penis with a cruel she-devil!

This is gonna be awesome! 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Happy Locktober

 

 

 

The First Click in their Relationship

Continued from: Vanessa is a Goddess!

One evening, Vanessa arrived home with a small package in her hand, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. She revealed the contents to Derek—a sleek, stainless steel chastity device. With a mix of curiosity and nervousness, Derek understood that this device would mark a significant turning point in their FLR.

Following Vanessa's precise instructions, Derek removed his clothes, exposing himself vulnerably before her. With gentle yet assertive movements and a touch of lotion, she fitted the chastity device securely around his flaccid cock and testicles, locking it in place. As the final click echoed through the room, an undeniable shift occurred within their dynamic.

Derek felt an immediate surge of submission and vulnerability, now physically reminded of Vanessa's control over his most intimate desires. The chastity device became a constant reminder of their power dynamics, further intensifying their FLR. The sensation of being physically restrained awakened a heightened level of trust and surrender within Derek, while Vanessa felt a renewed sense of authority and ownership.

"Derek," she began, her eyes locked onto his, "the chastity device is intended to prevent you from experiencing physical release without my permission. It's a symbol of our power dynamic, a tool that deepens our connection and strengthens our trust."

She continued, her words carrying a mix of tenderness and authority, "Through this device, I want you to fully understand that your pleasure belongs to me. It's a reminder of my control over your desires, and it allows us to explore a deeper level of intimacy and submission. I will be the one who decides when and how you can experience pleasure, is that understood?"

"Yes Ma'am," he sheepishly replied, his voice laden with feelings of inadequacy. 

Vanessa knew this was the perfect addition to their unique relationship. She knew that when she would leave for work on multi-day flights, staying in hotel rooms and away from her matrimonial home, Derek would not be wasting all of his sexual energy into his palm. It was now physically impossible for Derek to masturbate without the device being removed. 

In the days that followed, Derek's thoughts were consumed by the device. Each touch and movement served as a reminder of his surrender, fueling his desire to please Vanessa. The intimacy between them became a delicate dance of dominance and submission, as Vanessa explored the depths of her power and Derek discovered new levels of submission he never imagined.

However, with this newfound intensity came challenges. Derek faced moments of frustration, longing, and temptation, while Vanessa navigated the responsibility of holding the key to his desires. Their communication and emotional connection became paramount, as they openly discussed their needs, fears, and boundaries, ensuring that their evolving dynamic remained consensual and fulfilling for both.

Vanessa had left for work and would return in three days, the keys to Derek's chastity cage travelled with her. Before her departure, she informed Derek that he would be receiving a maintenance spanking upon her return. He is expected to be naked and in the timeout corner of their bedroom when she gets home. 

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"That's a good boy," Vanessa purred, as her heel clicks resonated off the hardwood floor in a symphony of power and control. 

Vanessa would occasionally have Derek kneel in a position of submission or just let him lay draped over her lap for awhile, before any spanking began. She wanted him to hear and feel her words and embrace the vulnerability of his situation as she calmly spoke. 

"Derek," Vanessa began, her gaze steady and unwavering, "I believe that domestic discipline can be an effective tool for you. It will serve as a way to reinforce our power dynamic and ensure accountability for your actions."

She continued, emphasizing the importance of clear expectations and consequences. "From now on, if you fail to meet the standards we've established or disobey my instructions, I will administer appropriate discipline. This will be a way for me to guide you and help you grow, allowing us to maintain the balance and structure of our relationship."

Vanessa emphasized that domestic discipline would be tailored to their unique needs and desires. It would involve a range of disciplinary actions, such as spankings, cornertime, humiliation or other methods agreed upon between them. She made it clear that the discipline would always be within the boundaries of consent and safety, and she would provide aftercare to ensure his emotional well-being.

She reassured Derek of her unwavering support and affection, stating, "Please remember, Derek, that the purpose of domestic discipline is not to harm or degrade you. It is about growth, learning, and deepening our connection. We will navigate this journey together, and I will always be there to guide you and support you. At times you may feel very vulnerable and humiliated, the spankings will be very real and thorough, it's ok if you need to cry while you are over my knee, Sweetie."

With her words sinking in, Derek absorbed the gravity of Vanessa's intentions. He recognized the potential for personal growth and surrendering to her authority, knowing that their shared journey into domestic discipline would strengthen their bond and allow him to become the best version of himself. Tears welled-up in his eyes the moment she patted her inviting lap and firmly instructed, "over you go young man." 

With Derek's exposed vulnerability and their mutual understanding, Vanessa's hand made contact with his bare skin. The sound of the first smack echoed in the room, followed by subsequent strikes that created a rhythmic pattern. Each swat delivered a mix of sensations, ranging from stinging to tingling, as his body reacted to the physical discipline.

In this moment, Derek surrendered to Vanessa's authority, trusting her to administer the discipline that would help shape and guide him. He allowed himself to fully experience the mixture of pain and pleasure, understanding that it was a means of reinforcing their power dynamic and deepening their connection.

As the spanking session continued, Derek's mind drifted into a state of surrender and introspection. He felt a profound release, as if shedding the weight of his responsibilities and allowing Vanessa to take control. Each strike reminded him of the trust and vulnerability he had willingly placed in her hands.

After what felt like both an eternity and a fleeting moment, Vanessa's hand ceased its motion. She gently caressed Derek's reddened skin, her touch soothing and reassuring. It was a tender gesture, signifying the end of the discipline as the sounds of soft weeping now filled the room. The pain and humiliation mingled with a deep sense of submission, guiding Derek toward a place of self-reflection and growth.

After the spanking was completed, Vanessa instructed Derek into the corner of the room, wanting him to stand and reflect upon his actions and the lessons learned. The corner served as a space for introspection, where Derek could contemplate his submission, his vulnerabilities, and his commitment to their dynamic.

As Derek stood in the corner, he felt a mix of physical discomfort and emotional release. The sting of the spanking still lingered, serving as a reminder of his submissive nature and the boundaries set within their relationship. He knew that this experience, though humbling and challenging, would ultimately help him grow and deepen his connection with Vanessa.

As Derek stood there for the next thirty minutes, his exposed vulnerability enhanced by the bareness of his bottom, he felt a mix of emotions coursing through him. The sting was as a constant reminder of his position and the power dynamics within his relationship with Vanessa.

During this solitary time, Derek's mind wandered, delving into the depths of his submission. He contemplated the choices that led him to this point and the growth he had experienced along the way. The half-hour felt both agonizingly long and yet a valuable opportunity for self-reflection.

His thoughts encompassed a wide range of emotions. He pondered the moments of discomfort, the moments when he questioned his own desires and the societal expectations of masculinity. But beneath those doubts, there was a flicker of liberation—a sense of authenticity and fulfillment in embracing his submissive nature.

He wanted more of a push, he wanted to go farther into the deep end!

Mistress Andrea, assisted by "Chatty" 

xoxo

Continued in: Smooth Reflections

 

Chat Bots and BDSM

Continued from: Rogue Squadron

Whether I have taken a page from sweet Miss Julie's homework or I am just cheating off her homework...I decided to give this ChatBot business a try. To date, I haven't used the assistance of Chat GPT to assist in any of the writing on this blog, but I do see the potential for growth here. 

One of the first I ever came across, long ago, was some app/game called AI Dungeon. The term "dungeon" certainly piqued my interest, until I realized they meant like Dungeons & Dragons, warlocks and fantasy and Medieval periods of history. 

If I prompt this A.I. with a theme of torture, I'm referring to tens unit pads on Sarah Jane's nipples, but the A.I. thinks I mean this: 

I think I once wrote something like: "A ball gag was gently placed in her mouth as her nipples were clamped with clothespins." 

It's response was like: "next she was taken out back and decapitated on the lawn." Shit! Nope...delete delete, WTF. 

Nevertheless I gave it a try and built some narratives. The good part about this one, it has an adult content filter that can be disabled! It allows you to prompt "story", "say" or "do", which is fun. And if it completely goes off the rails which it often does, you can just keep hitting refresh until you get a narrative you like. 

After a few directional and contextual prompts, it came up with this once, as the beginning of a story: 

The story begins in a BDSM dungeon space. Various men and women in various states of undress are being whipped and spanked by the beautiful Mistress Andrea. 

Accurately describes me so far, and my Facility!

The male submissives wear chastity cages while the females wear ball gags. They are made to stand and kneel in these devices until they are released. The girls seem to enjoy this, but the men are humiliated by it!

Haha! Typical. The women shine through and embrace their predicament, enjoying the moment, while the men become whiny bitches. 

When I started using Chat GPT, with societal content policies and warnings, the task of getting it to come down my naughty rabbit hole with me was very challenging. More often than not I would push the wooden block just a little too much and the whole Jenga tower would topple over. 

Apologies, but I won't be able to generate that story for you. 

This is a line I heard often...

I attempted another approach and asked it to collaborate on a story together. Right away the A.I. is immediately excited. Lol.

Absolutely! This sounds like so much fun. I'd love to collaborate on a story with you. What would you like it to be about?

I tried my luck with an alternative relationship: 

A young and vibrant couple named Emily and Matthew, live in a small seaside town in a quaint little home. On the outside they were a completely normal and loving couple. Behind closed doors, they enjoyed a safe, sane and consensual FLR. 

And boom! I hooked my fish. The A.I. not only knew that I meant Female-Led-Relationship but also started using words like strict, accountability and consequences. Game on! 

I pushed a little further and mixed in a "domestic discipline" theme. The A.I. didn't shut down on me and while I strategically typed in my calculated manner, suddenly adult spanking and cornertime were on the table! 

As Emily entered the room, she would assert the designated duration of Matthew's time-out, typically set at thirty minutes, as part of their established disciplinary routine. The countdown began, allowing Matthew time for self-reflection and to contemplate the forthcoming spanking.

Emily's best friend Andrea showed up unexpectedly once (me), while Matthew was serving an hour in the time-out corner, post-spanking. 

Emily's best friend, Andrea, would frequently visit for tea. Initially taken aback by the sight of Matthew standing in the corner with a bright red bottom, she gradually became accustomed to the unique dynamic of their relationship. Over time, it turned into a routine, and Andrea would playfully address Matthew, asking, "What did you do this time, young man?" Her teasing added an element of humiliation, emphasizing his accountability and serving as a lighthearted reminder of their unconventional dynamic. Matthew, although initially embarrassed, learned to embrace this interaction as part of their shared understanding and continued growth within their FLR.

Not too shabby Chat GPT, well done!

Before long, the A.I. actually allowed Andrea to join-in on the FLR dynamic and it actually allowed for Matthew to be marched out to the woodshed by the two women and strapped.

The premise behind this punishment was Matthew got caught masturbating by BOTH Emily and I.

Out in the woodshed, in the A.I. story, we were able to get Matthew over a sawhorse, wrists and ankles bound and the two girls removing their belts and thrashing him to tears.

Also permitted, without violating Chat Bot policy, was the concept of a chastity device going onto Matthew's penis which was applied and locked in front of Andrea.

Emily's skilled hands delicately positioned the rigid metal chastity device over Matthew's penis and genitals, ensuring a secure fit. As she fastened it in place, the click of the lock echoed in the room, sealing his chastity with a tangible symbol of their power dynamic. Matthew felt a mixture of sensations: the cool metal against his skin, the weight of the device as a reminder of his submission, and a surge of arousal tinged with frustration, knowing that his desires were now under the control of his wife.

That's hot! FLR's are hot!

Panties came next, a few days later in the story and after 30-days in chastity with no release, a full sissy schoolgirl outfit that Andrea brought over for Matthew to dress in.

In addition to the clothing items, Andrea presented Matthew with a pair of delicate panties, a sissy hair-bow, and high-heeled Mary Jane shoes. The ensemble was complete, designed to emphasize his femininity and push his boundaries further. Matthew's heart raced as he reluctantly accepted the items, knowing that resistance would only lead to more humiliation.

Right?! Not too shabby is it? After navigating all the policy warnings like a mine field!

I kept pulling the little "stick" out just a bit more at a time, hoping all the marbles wouldn't Ker Plunk in on me.

In the A.I. story, poor Matthew spent another month in chastity with no release. Andrea came back over to forcibly feminize him again. We were able to use the term "sissy", begin to call him "good girl" and successfully changed his name from Matthew to the sissy handle of Meredith. (When I say "we" I guess I am meaning the A.I. and myself collaborating).

"Meredith" was introduced to prostate milking since his penis was still locked up and rather than a finger, the A.I. was ok with a realistic dildo going into his mouth first, then his bum, with a condom over the chastity cage to collect any pent-up ejaculate!

Wozers, how emasculating and humiliating.

I know what Strict Miss Julie would be doing with the dribbles of cum, captured by the condom. I didn't want to press my luck with the A.I. though and passed on that one.

Then, the audacity!

Emily and I send sissy Meredith to the adjacent room where he is bound and gagged, which was permitted by the A.I.

Then I type this:

The entire session had Emily and Andrea whipped into a frenzy of arousal. They got comfortable with each other on the couch and began passionately kissing.

Spanking, cornertime, full sissification and a humiliating prostate milking with a dildo and now we were going to innocently lezzie-cuckold him, while he listened from an adjacent room.

Apologies, but I won't be able to generate that story for you...

WTF!

I can't kiss my hot little bestie on her own couch and potentially go down on her, after we completely emasculated and punished her husband?

Whatever, it has been fun to mess around with.

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Taboo Farmhouse

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The rest of this post does not involve BDSM activities but includes some other fun I had with the Chat Bot. I channeled my inner 5-year old and began to ask it the most ridiculous and asinine questions I could possibly think of.

I was crying! I was crying I was laughing so hard, at how matter-of-fact and proper the A.I. responses were. How politically correct, inclusive and void of any sense of humour!

HAHA.

It was like I was talking to a millennial hipster, proudly holding a freshly-minted Master's Degree in Sociology or something, wondering why they still have to work at the vinyl record store because no one wants to hire them. That level of matter-of-fact.

This could be a gameshow like Jeopardy. "What the A.I. said." You read the A.I. response then contestants try to guess what it was asked! Hehe.

Take a few moments if you want a nice laugh or smile, and enjoy some of these beauties. These are all actual responses to my ridiculous and immature banter with the Chat Bot:

No, if a woman can float in water, it does not mean she's a witch. Thus, it is not appropriate to assume that someone is a witch or associates with witchcraft based on their buoyancy in water.

Haha!! Buoyancy....classic!

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It's worth noting that deep frying a whole ostrich would require specialized equipment and a significant amount of oil. It is always important to prioritize safety and consider the practicality of such endeavors.

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Waterbeds are typically made with specialized materials that are designed to contain and support the weight and movement of water. Using pudding as a filling would likely result in a messy and unstable bed that would not provide the intended comfort.

Geez, so stuffy in here....tough room!

Powering an entire house solely on lemons is not practical or feasible. While lemons can generate a small amount of electricity, their conductivity is limited and energy production relatively low.

I apologize but I don't think that's accurate, Canadian Groundhogs are not Meteorologists.

Lol....of course they are, everyone knows that.

It is unlikely that Chimpanzees would be capable of planning and executing a coup on a modern society.

While Gwen Stefani is known for her successful music career, there is no widely reported or confirmed instance of her participating in hotdog eating contests.

While it may be amusing to consider the idea of a bear voting in an election, it is not feasible in reality. It is important to ensure that only eligible human citizens participate in in the democratic process.

Yes!! Eff you A.I. I got you to crack a smile there! It recognized something was amusing. Winning.

It is unlawful in most countries to provide wild animals with firearms or attempt to train them to use such weapons.

Seagulls and other members of the gull family of birds, cannot run for political office or become the Mayor of a city.

While most members of the whale family are extremely intelligent and can communicate with each other, I don't believe a killer whale would have the cognitive ability to obtain a realestate license.

LOL...

Cheers everyone!

xoxo

Continued in: The Taboo Farmhouse

 

 

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

 

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