Slave Sisters

Continued from: Only if it's ok with Daddy

A post from Sarah Jane

I guess if two people are calling someone "Daddy", logic would suggest that makes them sisters, or step-sisters. I came to learn that in the BDSM world, there is also such a thing as slave-sisters or collar-sisters. 

As I described in my last post, Mistress Andrea and my Daddy Dom were discussing a playdate between Summer and I. I had only just met Summer and she seemed way too excited about this prospective playdate. I guess she's done stuff like this before, with others? Was I missing something? I wasn't overly stoked about the idea of sharing my Daddy with someone else.  

Daddy promised me however, this playdate would earn me the remaining gold stars I needed for my progress chart, to be promoted away from all this pink, the bows and the ruffles and the smell of baby powder. 

Daddy put me into something very cute and skimpy, look at the bum of my little panties!

Upstairs in their bedroom, Mistress and Summer were having a similar briefing before this playdate kicked off. 

"Are you sure it's ok to call him Daddy?" Summer asked of her wife, otherwise known as Mistress Andrea to me. 

"And the shirt? You're sure it's ok?" Summer continued, sounding unsure of what my reaction might be to her choice of attire. 

Luckily for her, Mistress Andrea already sat me down, long before this playdate, and explained the rules of engagement. Daddy wouldn't be fucking Summer, she wouldn't be fucking him. She explained that Summer's presence is to amplify my scene and my experience. She would be serving like a prop for Daddy and I. 

Well...let me tell you she ended up becoming much more than just a prop! When it was all over, I was promoted in rank and Summer and I adored each other.

Here's how it all started. 

Mistress Andrea was meeting a friend for a prospective job at the Facility. Apparently this girl is named Vanessa and was in their wedding party or something? I also think she works with Summer and I heard a lot of talk about feet, high heels and nylons and some sort of nexus to money being made. 

*shrug* I dunno?? I guess I'm still too little and silly to understand "big-girl" things. 

In any event, the scene started with Mistress dropping Summer off at the facility and declaring she was going on a date. Because of this, Summer needed a "Daddy" to babysit her and dropped her off so Summer and I could have a playdate. 

Mistress looked gorgeous as usual. Summer was all hyper and bubbly and Russell, "Daddy", just had a very calm and chill vibe about him. 

Daddy took us to his office and we both had a seat. Summer and I started giggling when we saw the timeless game on the table in front of us. I guess this was a good icebreaker, well done Daddy! 

It wasn't lost on me that also on the table, was a punishment paddle and a vicious-looking wooden hairbrush. Maybe this would be Twister with a twist? Like if we spin a red, our butts end up red? 

This is what was rushing through my mind as we sat there and made small talk. I had butterflies in my tummy and I actually wanted to play a game of spanking Twister now! I had this burning desire to see Summer get a spanking. Maybe it was a little bit of jealously, about having to share Daddy, or maybe I just wanted to see her gorgeous butt get thrashed. I heard she was a figure-skater back in the day, hence the little bit of extra juicy, that fills out her skirts and pants. 

Not knowing what to expect really, Daddy asked us to start a game. Of course Summer took the initiative to deploy the rest of the game and mat, and took a few practice spins. 

I started to lighten up and my nerves subsided. She was quite cute actually, with her little accent and her bouncy pigtails. I was definitely warming up to her.  

When she tried to get her hands and feet onto the colours she spun, I also noticed she wasn't wearing any panties. Naughty girl! 

Daddy encouraged us to keep spinning and eventually I got into it and started playing with Summer. 

We tangled around each other's bodies, we spun, we giggled, we fell onto each other. We both starting plotting against Daddy and deliberately began to tease him and be slutty as he tried to keep his cool from behind the desk. 

I think at one point, Summer's gorgeous looking ass, barely covered by her little mini skirt, was hovering directly over my nose and mouth. 

This teasing and frolicking with each other eventually got Summer and I rewarded with Daddy's big cock! He came to join us, naked from the waist down and sporting a lovely, turgid erection. 

"Oh Daddy it's so big!" Summer blurted out. 

I followed suit and embraced my role as well. 

"Daddy is THAT for us?" I cutely purred. 

My new slave-sister and I began to give Daddy a good show, French kissing each other from our knees and working the flanks of his cock. I had never been with a girl before, nor had a sexual experience with a girl. My gawd when Summer kissed me I felt electricity spider across my entrie body and culminate in between my legs. 

We took turns sucking Daddy's cock while he gently cooed to us and stroked our hair, calling us "good girls". 

Summer used her little hand to manually masturbate Daddy until he came directly into my mouth. I loved how his hot jizz felt, sliding down the back of my throat. 

Summer squealed out with a playfully disapproving, "Dadddddddyyyyy!" 

We all retired to the kitchen for some water and fruit and Summer and I cutely sat on our bums on the floor. We continued to play with real toys and games actually, not sex toys. 

It didn't take long before Summer had Daddy pushed back into a seated position on the couch and was undoing his shorts. I was jealous for about two seconds until I realized she actually was performing the role of prop for me, in the lovely scene that was continuing to play out. 

She was fluffing Daddy's penis nice and hard, just for ME!

She was sweet enough to continue with the Twister theme and create a little bridge pose on the floor, so Daddy could bend me over Summer's back and fuck me from behind. 

When we transitioned back too the couch I got to ride Daddy's cock, reverse cowgirl, while Summer licked my clit. *Groaaaaaan! My gawd that was hot. I came so fucking hard onto Daddy's cock and clenched and squeezed him with my pussy. 

Since Daddy already came into my mouth he had a little more longevity and sexual stamina this time. He was composing himself quite well so the awesome sex could last longer. Then...it finally happened. I licked my first pussy! 

Daddy fucked me and let me masturbate my clit, as I felt Summer guiding my head down between her legs. I licked her beautiful cunt like I had been a lesbian for years! We all came at the same time!! It was so fucking amazing. 

I definitely have new appreciation for having a slave-sister! That was some of the best sex and most intense orgasms I have ever had. 

Just like a little girl-guide with a sash, I had earned a new badge. The "licking a gorgeous pussy badge", which ultimately led to my final gold star of this stage and got me promoted in rank! 

Daddy must feel like a bit of a Rockstar right now too, for Mistress Andrea's generous contribution of her wife, to our dynamic. Maybe Mistress will let her play with us again? 

Meanwhile, around the front of the house. Mistress was just getting home from her "date" that wasn't suppose to be a date, it was apparently a "meeting". 

It appears as though things went well with Vanessa...

Sarah Jane 

Recently promoted to junior schoolgirl 🎀

xoxo

Continued in: Sarah's Junior School

 

Only if it's ok with Daddy

Continued from: Sexual Aggression

A story from slave sarah 

Hi everyone. It's sarah. Mistress Andrea has set me up in her office once again and has asked me to post about what's been happening for the last few weeks at her Facility. 

If you remember back to my last post called Age Progression, Russell officially became my "Daddy" Dom and I became his "little", complete with diapers and pacifier gags. I can only say with all honesty, it's been dreadfully humiliating for me, but there is a certain level of comfort and care that comes along with it...it's difficult to explain. 

Most days of the week I report to the Facility after work where that young Cassandra girl, rids me of my normal clothes and helps me dress and do my make-up the way Daddy want's me. I always look so little and ridiculous, dripping with bows and ruffles and satin. I'm ashamed to admit however, that the humiliation gets me dripping in other ways too. It's involuntary and I can't help but feel a rush to my princess parts, when Cassie puts me in ruffled ankle socks and Mary Janes.

On weekends I am typically checked-in to the Facility Friday night and I am not released until late Sunday. I spend time locked in my frilly pink cell, between play and training scenes with Daddy and I have been earning plenty of gold stars on my progression chart.  

There have been a few demerits earned, which usually means I get Daddy's belt right on the spot, draped over his knee with my bum bare, regardless of who is around to see or hear. 

"Sarah Jane, go fetch Daddy's belt and meet me in the living room," is what I recall him saying to me. He and everyone else at the Facility call me by my first and middle name now, when I am in trouble. It definitely stirs the butterflies in the pit of my stomach when I hear that and know I'm in for it!

I then have to do the walk of shame to the spare bedroom, also known as "Daddy's room", and retrieve his well-worn belt from the hook it hangs on the back of the door. 

I sheepishly shuffle into the living room with it, doubled-over in my hands. Once again, regardless of who else is present, my panties are hiked down to my ankles and I am strapped, over Daddy's knee. I end up sobbing in the timeout corner of the living room for about 25 minutes, then I have to put a sad-face sticker 😢 on my progress chart. 

But my gold stars certainly outweigh the demerits I have earned. I hope to have enough to be promoted soon and get the hell out of these crinkly diapers and ruffled diaper covers I am often made to wear. 

When Daddy has me lay on my back and changes me, right in the living room, I want to crawl under the floor and die of embarrassment. 

This happened to be one of the first times I met Mistress Andrea's wife actually. I feel sick to my stomach even now, typing about this humiliation. 

I was on the living room floor with my legs in the air. ME! A grown woman...being powdered and diapered by Daddy when the two of them walked in. 

Daddy led me by the hand to meet Summer for the first time and I could barely look at her I was so ashamed. 

I found her to be very sweet and bubbly. Even though I was on the verge of tears, she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. 

I remember her whispering something into my ear to the effect of, "don't be embarrassed Sarah Jane, I know what crinkly diapers feel like too." 

I think Mistress Andrea overheard. She was sitting on the couch with Daddy. She suddenly turned to him and said, "Russ, maybe we could get these two together for a playdate?" 

"A playdate!!" Summer squealed out loud!

Then I watched this little thing, still in her work uniform; I guess she's a flight attendant or something, run over and jump into her wife's arms like a child and begin to call her "Mommy". 

"Mommy, can we, can we?" She repeated out loud while bouncing up and down in Mistress' arms. 

Daddy and I watched on. Daddy actually started chuckling at Summer's behaviour but I was still paralyzed with humiliation. 

"Only if it's ok with Sarah's Daddy." I heard Mistress say. 

Well...that was a week ago and I have since been promoted. I earned enough gold stars on my progress chart that as I sit here and type this, I am no longer sitting on the padded crinkle of a pink diaper. 

Rather, Daddy has me in a cute plaid jumper and knee socks with proper school knickers. 

How did I earn enough gold stars to be promoted you ask? 

I'll have to post about the playdate with Summer, if Mistress and Daddy allow it. Then it will become abundantly clear. 

Sarah Jane ; ) 

xoxo

Continued in: Slave Sisters

Remember, be Girly!

Continued from: Happy Endings

"What do you mean you don't know how?!" I snapped at Kaylee, who was protesting and pleading with me, claiming he didn't know how to give a handjob. 

"You spent years, probably a decade or more, as a closet masturbator no? Before you came to me and we got that little thing locked up". I continued on my tirade. 

"You should have plenty of experience working a cock with your hands young lady!" I mixed in a feminine moniker.

I then had him show me how he would position his right hand around an erect penis. 

He certainly doesn't have what I would call "man-hands". Kaylee is from a generation of gaming in Mommy and Daddy's basement. His hands are soft and delicate. With the gold bracelet he's wearing and the nail polish that matches the dress, my male clients won't mind. 

Besides, they're getting released from chastity for this. I'm sure they'd fuck a warm apple pie if it meant they could cum. Silly boys!

Kaylee bathes or showers only in an environment that I control and under my supervision. I ensure that all shower products are made for women, deodorant included and I even make him use intimate wash on his locked "clitty" and his bottom hole. 

Make-up and hair get done next, which he is slowly learning to do on his own. Then I have his work attire laid out for him. 

He looks the part, he smells the part, his features are soft and feminine. He just happens to have a locked-up penis between his legs that he rarely gets to use, that we refer to as a "clit". 

Secretly, he does enjoy this role and his status as a sissy slave. It's his kink and his fetish to own and embrace. He just needed a little help at the beginning, months and months ago, to truly embrace what he is. 

I would never judge him for what he enjoys. 

We made our way down to reception so I could dictate to Kaylee, how I wanted this new process to be set up. He took his seat and began to type bullets of how I want this to work. 

• Only male slaves who have been in chastity for longer than 30 days, will qualify for a happy ending after their spanking
• Kaylee will offer happy ending services, only to male slaves who qualify
• The service will cost an additional $20.00
• Kaylee will administer the happy endings, via handjob only

"Make sense Kaylee?" I asked. 

"Yes Goddess", he replied. 

"The client due today Kaylee, who is it and how long have I had him locked up?" 

This afternoon you have Brandon, Goddess, and he has been in chastity for 42 days", Kaylee responded. 

"Oh good! Call Brandon. Tell him there is a new service at the Facility he qualifies for and ask if he's interested. Don't tell him WHO, will be doing the handjob, clear?" I ordered. 

"Yes Goddess Andrea". Kaylee squeaked out in defeat. 

He was too far down the rabbit hole to turn back now. Kaylee knew he could safeword out with zero repercussions, but he elected not to. 

Before long, the extremely pale-skinned Brandon, was in the waiting room. Kaylee's heart must have been pounding out of his chest. Brandon had accepted the new service of a happy ending to compliment his spanking, especially having been denied for almost 45 days. 

After his anticipation time in the waiting room with Kaylee, I got Brandon into the spanking room and onto a pouting stool, facing a wall. 

I returned to Kaylee and left Brandon fully naked and trembling. 

Kaylee was a bit panicked, asking me what he should do and how. 

"Remember huni, you are a girl now. A pretty and sexual girl. Brandon will want to feel your feminine energy and seduction", I explained to him. 

"The clients are vulnerable and ashamed after they've been spanked. They'll be looking to regain some of their shattered masculinity, in an act of toxic aggression. Aim the cock at your face huni, right when he's about to spurt. Just keep your glasses on!" I said to Kaylee. 

"A facial, Goddess?" Kaylee cried out in embarrassment. 

"Yes huni, give yourself a facial. We want to take good care of our clients and ensure they feel important and cared for. Brandon will enjoy your soft hands and the opportunity to cum onto your face", I cooed to Kaylee. 

"Yes Goddess Andrea", he finally acquiesced, with his eyes lowered. 

I went into the punishment room to deal with Brandon, asking him if he was ready. I unlocked his penis before we began, so he could feel the sensation of my leather pants against it. 

He got a first class hiding! His poor, pale skin marked up so easily and rapidly. 

I gave him 30 minutes of cornertime when his spanking was finished, up on the stage with Kaylee monitoring. 

Kaylee was paying close attention to the countdown too! He knew that when the timer was up, it was happy ending time. 

"Remember, be girly". I whispered to Kaylee as I left the room. 

I had previously told my sissy Kaylee, where to do the handjobs and how, the rest was up to her. She remembered to be girly, with her little high heels kicked up and dainty ankles crossed. 

Before long, Kaylee's face and glasses were coated in streams of hot, pent-up, cum. 

Such a good girl. Look at that face covered in load!

I let Kaylee keep $5.00 from her handjob, and all future handjobs, just to keep her feeling a bit trashy! 

Hehe

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Collaring Ceremony

Summer gets a Babysitter

Continued from: Summer gets put on the nipple

Summer ended up staying in her role the entire day and into the evening. I assigned her a specific bedtime where she was diapered, given a bottle while cradled in my lap, then put down into her crib. I had her wrists and ankles loosely shackled to the crib bars with padlocks. She had the freedom to move about and stir but was not able to leave the crib or reach her princess parts to masturbate. 

I checked on her a few hours after I put her down and she was actually asleep. I turned on a baby monitor in the room for safety, in the event she needed me through the night.

I retired to my room to text Cassie. It was her maintenance spanking day tomorrow and I had just come up with a devious little plan...

I was in new "Mommy" attire by morning, which consisted of Cuban-heel stockings, a lovely dress and of course my trusty pearls. I picked out a ridiculously little sissy dress for Summer, in pastel yellow. I had her in matching ankle socks and shoes to complete the look. 

Before I got her into her dress for the day, I did some simulated potty training with her.

"Try to use the toilet for Mommy, like a big girl", I sang to her. 

She shook her head in bratty defiance, pointing at her little pink potty in the corner. 

"You want to use your pink, princess potty?" I asked. 

She nodded her head and said, "yes Mommy". 

When Summer finished up on the potty I got her into her dress for the day. She was extremely embarrassed over her attire but didn't put up too much of fuss. She knew I was standing dangerously close to the wooden hairbrushes attempt acting out. 

"Sweetie, Mommy has to head into town for a few hours and you're too little and silly to be left alone. I booked you a sitter". I told her. 

Summer's real identity poked through the layers of ruffle and satin and she giggled out loud at the thought of needing a babysitter.  

"Ok Mommy", she blushed deeply. 

It was Sunday after all, Cassandra was due to arrive for her maintenance spanking this afternoon. I figured I'd buy her a first-class train ticket and get her here a few hours earlier. She can be a "prop" for Summer's overall experience, then I'll address her maintenance. 

Cassie dressed like a bitchy teen girl for us. A style that screams: "TikTok and emojis are the only important things in my life".

"This is your babysitter, Cassie", I said to Summer. Even though the two have met numerous times before.  

Summer was drowning in humiliation, being dressed so little and now in the presence of Cassandra, who's about 10 years younger than her.

"Hi Cassie", she squeaked out with her eyes lowered. 

I continued on with my role, spelling out an itinerary for Cassandra, right in front of my embarrassed Summer. 

"Ok Cassie, her bottles are in the fridge and she's just been changed. She had a little trouble with potty training this morning and didn't want to use the toilet like a big girl, so I want you to give her a spanking before her afternoon nap". 

Cassie giggled while Summer buried her face in her hands. 

"A spanking Cassie, a timeout in the naughty corner, then a new diaper, a bottle and put down for a nap, ok?" 

I reiterated as Summer listened on in shameful horror. 

I had Cassandra repeat it all back to me in the correct order, which literally made Summer moan out loud. Deeply humiliated yes, but I could tell her pussy was aching like crazy!

Summer regained her composure and jumped into my arms to kiss me goodbye. She snuck a little grind of her pussy into my waist. Such a bad girl!

"Start the nap-time process at noon please Cassie", I said as I left the room. 

As I was leaving, Cassandra settled onto the bed and asked Summer to show her some toys. They played for awhile together, Cassie read her a children's book and they both coloured at the table. 

I think I should have put one of them, if not both of them in a chastity belt. Those two vixens are at very high risk of fooling around if left alone. 

I found out later they actually didn't. Cassie stuck to her role and Summer, despite being extremely aroused, managed to behave herself. 

As noon-hour approached, Cassandra declared it was nap time. Summer blushed and looked down at her shoes and socks. 

"How does your Mommy usually spank you Summer", Cassandra bluntly asked. 

"Umm, I have to lay across her lap with my bum bare", Summer whispered out, her face burning with embarrassment. 

Cassandra thought for a moment, then responded. 

"I'm not your Mommy so I'm not going to bare your bum for this Summer. I don't think this little onesie portion is going offer much protection anyway. Come with me to the bathroom." Cassie ordered. 

Cassie draped Summer over her lap while sitting on the toilet and gave her a long, hard spanking with her hand. 

I wonder if Cassandra was awash with butterflies, knowing she's on deck for a spanking today too? 

She then gave Summer a 20-minute timeout in the corner with her hands on her head and nose touching the wall. Just like I told her and in the correct order, she diapered Summer, gave her a bottle and put her down for a nap. 

The timing was exceptional. I had just arrived back home as Cassandra crept down to the kitchen to advise me that Summer was down and in-fact sleeping. 

I brought Cassandra into my office to ask her how it all went. 

"Thank you for doing that for me Cassie", I said. "Summer really needed an escape this weekend. We appreciate you helping her get there". 

"No problem Ma'am, it was fun and cute...

"Ummm..."

"Is it my turn now Ma'am?" Cassandra nervously asked. 

"I'm afraid so young lady, you know what day it is." My tone became serious with her. 

"Everything off Cassie, fully nude", I commanded.

"Mistress nooooo!" She pleaded. "Can I please keep my panties on?"

This was an odd thing for her to say. She's literally given me a naked lap dance before and my tongue has explored every inch of her pussy and ass. Suddenly she's shy?!...

"Ahhh, I see young lady", I hissed to her as she finally stripped her panties off. 

"We'll be talking about this further when I'm done. Now over my knee young lady", I barked.  

Cassandra was softly crying as she stripped herself naked. She usually cries before her spanking even begins, then goes a little quiet when the first few slaps start. By the time I get to my leather belt or the wooden bathbrush, she's openly sobbing again, releasing all her tension and pent-up emotion. 

She hates it in the moment, but knows it's for her own good. 

Hopefully Summer was actually asleep, for Cassandra's sake, because oh boy there was quite a bit of racket that came from this office!

As customary during her weekly maintenance, Cassandra spent 20 minutes in the corner when her spanking concluded. She uses this time to finish up the last of her tears and breathe deeply for me, surrounded by her thoughts of quiet reflection.

When her time was up I had her kneel and turn and face me while her hands were still on her head. She was dreading this moment, to be so exposed and shamed. She knew a good scolding was coming. 

"Cassandra Leigh Goth!" I lashed out. "Is this how you're required to keep your pussy hair?"

She began crying again, not from the stinging in her bottom but from the unbearable shame and embarrassment. 

"Well young lady?" I continued. 

"No Ma'am", she blubbered out. 

"No Ma'am, what?" I snipped. 

"My pussy is required to be shaved bald for you Ma'am", she stuttered out amidst her tears. 

"This is correct young lady", I calmed my tone. "And you better hope Summer stays asleep, because you're going to be punished for the next few hours". 

"I'm sorry Ma'am", she pleaded with me. 

I left poor Cassie in my office, naked and vulnerable while I went to fetch a razor and some lotion. She watched on in complete humiliation, as I dragged her by the bicep to my desk and shaved her pussy right on the spot. 

"Now young lady, what will be a suitable punishment for you? You've already been spanked so we're not going that route"...

Decisions, decisions...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: White Noise