Tara Gregory: Brazen

Continued from: Tara Gregory: Long live the Queen

**Warning - This story contains taboo, family-dynamic, BDSM content** 

In the days that followed, I found myself growing bolder in expressing my affection towards Daddy. I'd steal quick pecks on his lips whenever I passed him in the hallway, sometimes lingering longer than I probably should have. Whenever we sat together in the living room watching TV or just relaxing, I'd curl up onto his lap, my bare thighs brushing against his clothed ones. I loved feeling the warmth enveloping me, his musky scent filling my nostrils as I nuzzled into his neck. 

Mommy watched all this unfold with a mixture of disgust and jealousy. At first, she tried to ignore the blossoming intimacy, focusing on her domestic duties or preparing dinners. But as the weeks passed, I noticed her glancing up more often, a spark of something unreadable in her gaze. One evening, as I sat perched on Daddy's lap, dressed in the most adorable knee socks, heels and a baby pink dress, Mommy cleared her throat awkwardly. Her eyes kept flickering from our entwined hands to my pink panties peeking under the hemline of my dress. 

My mom's discomfort was evident, but I knew better than to let it deter me. The thought of her knowing she couldn't interfere without facing a serious spanking from Daddy, made my insides tingle with excitement. I leaned further into Daddy's chest, pressing my round breasts against his solid form, feeling the heat from his body seeping through the thin fabric of my dress. 

I decided to test the waters even further. While lounging in front of the fireplace, I ever-so-slowly slid off my precious pink Mary Janes, revealing my delicate feet sheathed in those cute little ruffled socks. I could feel Daddy's eyes on me, tracking every movement, as I casually dangled my feet toward his thighs. 

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, I allowed my socked foot to brush against the bulge forming in his trousers. I feigned innocence, but the mischievous grin playing on my lips betrayed me. Gently, I began to rub circles around Daddy's cock with my little toes, savouring the way his breath hitched at my teasing touch. My other foot soon joined in, caressing and exploring his manhood through the rough material of his pants, while I kept up a steady stream of small talk with Mommy, pretending not to notice her growing jealousy.

Seizing the moment, I watched Mommy retreat from the room and up the grand staircase, her high heels clicking angrily on the marble floor as she disappeared from sight. 

I turned my full attention back to Daddy, and with a devious smile, I undid his pants and produced his raging erection. 

There it was - standing tall and proud, begging for my continued attention. My heart raced as I placed my heels on his thighs, my toes eagerly reaching for his velvety-hard cock. I wrapped them around his shaft, relishing the feeling of him sliding between my soft, warm socks. 

With deliberate strokes, I teased and pleasured him, alternating between slow and fast movements, listening intently to his gasps and groans for guidance. The warmth of the fire danced across the room as I worked my magic, our secret little world in this big house shrinking to just the two of us and the salacious sounds of his pleasure. 

I decided to take things to another level. I slipped off my thin, nylon ruffle socks, baring my warm, creamy feet for the first time during this intimate moment. Goosebumps pricked at my calves as I placed my bare soles on either side of Daddy's penis.

My toes curled around his base, feeling the veins pulse beneath my touch. I slowly dragged my soles upwards, the friction against his smooth erection caused him to groan. Reaching the tip, I lightly flicked my big toe over his sensitive head, spreading the droplets of precum that had formed. Then, with a devilish gleam in my eye, I began to slide my feet up and down his length, relishing in the feel of his hardness gliding between my youthful, buttery arches. 

Daddy's eyes were rolling back in his head which only fueled my desire to please him. The sensation of his manhood against my little soles was unlike anything I'd ever experienced, I felt in control, and I couldn't get enough of it. 

It didn't take long before I could see the signs of his impending release. Daddy's breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving with each exhale as he fought to maintain his composure. I increased the tempo of my tender soles, sliding my feet up and down his cock with purposeful abandon. 

I felt his entire body tense, his muscles coiling like springs ready to snap, and then...oopsie! Waves of hot cum shot out, painting my soles and toes in a messy white canvass. I moaned at the sight, feeling so proud to have driven him over the edge like that. 

With a satisfied smirk on my face, I stood up from the plush sofa, revealing in the masterpiece I'd created with my dainty feet. A delicious mess of cum adorned my soles and toes, evidence of Daddy's undeniable pleasure. 

I glanced over my shoulder at him, seeing him still recovering from his climax. I raised an eyebrow playfully. "Well, Daddy," I purred, "it looks like somebody made quite the mess." I wiggled my feet tauntingly, creating a mesmerizing dance of semen between my toes. 

"Who's gonna clean this up?" I asked, my voice dripping with dominance and amusement. 

Taking a deep breath, I felt my own power surging through me as I fully embraced the moment. I snapped my fingers, pointing down at my cum-covered feet with confident authority I didn't know I possessed. "Clean," I demanded, my voice strong and commanding, yet still laced with affection. My heart raced, unsure of how Daddy would react to my sudden shift in dominance. 

My stomach fluttered as I waited for his response. Would he accept my newfound dominance? Or would I end up over his knee, with his heavy belt putting me back in my place? But when he looked up at me, his eyes were filled with a mix of surprise and raw hunger. Slowly rising from the sofa, he dropped to his hands and knees before me, his tongue lashing out to taste the salty evidence of his release. 

A rush of adrenaline coursed through me as I watched him willingly submit, and I felt my own desires ignite further. I placed one hand on my hip and extended a foot, giving Daddy better access to my toes while emphasizing my control over him. I gasped as he began to suck and lick, his mouth working diligently to clean every last drop from my feet. 

After he had thoroughly cleaned my feet, I couldn't help but let a giggle escape my lips. "Good boy," I praised, my voice filled with both tenderness and newfound power. Collecting my discarded socks and heels from the floor, I smiled down at Daddy, still on his knees before me. I blew him a quick, flirty kiss before turning on my heel and skipping away toward the staircase, the sound of my giggles echoing throughout the quiet house. Clutching my ruffled socks and shoes to my chest, I ascended the steps, feeling lighter than I had in months. Our roles had shifted, and I was finally finding my place within this strange, twisted dynamic that seemed to rule our household. 

Tara Gregory 💋

Continued in: Tara Gregory: Wine Cellar

 

No Scrubs

Continued from: The Nurse and the Doctor

I guess we're doing another medical fetish scene. That silly, middle-aged man from the previous scene is on his way to The Facility. Time to get out of my scrubs and into my doctor mode. Hehe 

As I previously mentioned, this one was going to be both Summer and I, playing the roles of Doctor and Nurse for our sniffling, humiliated client. 

We both went and got suited up together, as you saw in the last post: 

Yep, we look hot!

The A.I. wrote some of this one, and surprisingly, from Summer's perspective. Which we haven't done before. Lets give it a chance and see how she does. 

As I stood in front of the mirror, I smoothed my hands over the slick, skintight latex of my nurse's uniform. The white material clung to every curve, highlighting my round breasts and nipping in at my waist. I admired the way my ass looked in the reflection - firm an enticing, begging to be spanked. 

My stockings ended in a tantalizing tease just below my garters, and the red strappy heels added an extra four inches to my height. I felt powerful, sexy and in control. 

As I clicked down the hall I could already hear the spanking well underway. A fleshy, sharp barrage of smacks and soft whimpers. 

When we designed this session, the first stage for this poor client was CFNM. The humiliation of being out-of-shape and fully naked in front of Mistress.

Next she was going to apply and lock a metal chastity cage around his genitals and flaccid penis...no brainer there. Male's typically don't even enter her presence without being locked up. 

She would have done a weighing on the scale and some humiliating comments about weight-loss goals and "man-boobs". 

He would be apologizing and shamed at this point, which is the best time to go over her strict lap for a spanking. 

I had since changed and walked in to her office when the spanking had ended, but I certainly heard it from down the hall. There she sat, resplendent in her dominance behind the clinical glass desk. Her shapely leg crossed over the other and she bobbed her high heel off her hosed toes. I bit my lip, my body responding instinctively to her commanding presence. 

In the corner of the room, Edward stood completely naked and vibrantly reddened, a testament to Mistress Andrea's skilled hand and whatever else she used to cause the welts. I could hear some gentle weeping from the corner, adding a touching vulnerability to the scene before me. 

Mistress looked up from her fake chart, her blue eyes meeting my smile, as I closed the door behind me. 

"Ah, Nurse Summer," she purred, "thank you for your assistance with our client today." She arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing across her lips. "Now tell me, have you reviewed his file? What do you think our little patient needs today?" 

I licked my lips, my heart pounding in my chest. 

"Well Doctor, in the case notes I am seeing weight gain, chronic masturbation and several concerning fetishes involving women's undergarments. I believe we should start with a thorough cleansing. Perhaps an enema would be appropriate?" I offered, watching as Andrea's eye gleamed with approval. 

"And then, Ma'am, I think some exercise would do him good - maybe some time on the treadmill with the anal hitching-probe, just to keep things interesting." I continue, my voice dripping with excitement. 

Mistress Andrea taps her chin thoughtfully, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I like where your head is at, Nurse Summer. But let's not forget about the piece de resistance - a prostate milking. Make sure you put a condom over his cock cage first, we need to collect any semen that may dribble out.

I nod eagerly, and Edward is released from his humiliating cornertime, having just listened to our entire conversation. His breaths came quicker, and I could see his cock straining against the confines of the chastity cage. 

The mixture of fear and desire painted across his face made my own pussy ache with need. Poor boy, I thought, he has no idea how much worse it's going to get! 

Nurse Summer and Mistress Andrea xoxo

Continued in: The Perfect Lubricant

Quality Control

Continued from: Minute Man

A Sarah Jane story

Hello everyone, it's sarah jane.

Just look at these socks! Ohhhh my word. I'd be in so much trouble with Daddy! I'm not sure who this young lady is but she probably has a very red bum! I know I would. (And by "young lady", of course I mean a full-grown adult woman, over the age of consent, which she clearly is, even though her attire does not suggest this). 

As many of you know, after Daddy and I shared a glorious moment of loving devotion followed by some filthy-hot sex, I moved in with him as his 24/7 submissive. His home is not a full-blown fetish and BDSM studio like Mistress Andrea has, but he does have some specialty rooms, designed specifically for my discipline and correction. 

If you remember from last time, there is a long hallway with multiple doors and a stark, lifeless stool facing a full-length mirror. These last few weeks, now under Daddy's roof and Daddy's rules, I have spent some time on the unforgiving rigidness of that stool, nursing a freshly spanked bottom. 

Why, you might ask? 

Two words...that I am getting to know painfully well...QUALITY CONTROL. 

I learned about quality control while under the care of Mistress Andrea at her Facility. Standing with my ankles together, walking on tiptoe when not in heels, or having to perform a curtsy when entering or leaving a room that my dominant was in. 

These were essentially my service standards while at The Facility. I was in-service always, as a submissive sex slave. Now, happily in the service of my Daddy, usually dressed like the above I might add, things are a little more...detailed, I guess I could call it. Daddy takes my service standards to the next level! I think he has a little bit of OCD.

Hehe. (Sorry Daddy, but you DO and it's true! *sticks tongue out*). Fuck, I'm gonna be sorry for that one! 

It was Daddy's attention to fine details that ultimately landed me in the hallway with these dreadful rooms. 

Such as:

If I present myself to Daddy with uneven socks, uneven knee socks or stockings, like the young lady above, I am given a spanking on the spot! 

"C'mon Sarah Jane, you're better than that!" Daddy will scold. 

"You know better than that!" And so on...

Then, regardless of where we are or who else is around, my bottom will be bare and I will be immediately over his knee. His heavy hand will take things well beyond the scope of a warm-up. You know that point when a man's strong hand starts to feel like a wooden paddle?

Daddy will then reach for an implement of opportunity. Wooden spoon or spatula if we're near or in the kitchen, a hairbrush from a bathroom, but he usually just takes off his belt, hauls me back across his knee and thrashes me good and hard. 

Between me kicking and flailing-off articles of clothing during these spankings and Daddy stripping pieces off me, I always end up fully nude. Then I get the dreaded, "go wait on the stool."

My hands cover my flaming bum cheeks and I find myself doing this little scamper/scurry run, usually while sobbing, as I make my way upstairs and onto the rigid stool to wait for my actual punishment. The one that fits the crime and the reason for these rooms. 

A run in my hosiery? Ohhh you better believe I'd be in for it!

Uneven knee socks, caught wearing flats, not walking on my toes when not in heels...White sock bottoms that are not looking so white anymore, dirty or dingy? The list goes on. 

You probably don't have to guess what will happen to me, after my spanking and now nervously waiting in the hallway for the corresponding specialty room. 

This particular room, for quality control violations relating to my feet, has only one bondage apparatus for the purpose of securing and displaying my soles for correction. 

This room really sucks. But, will my knee socks ever be uneven again? Would I present myself before Daddy with a run in my hose? Certainly not. His quality control is at least effective. I only have to touch the hot stove once. 

There is a small array of implements displayed in this room. Light riding crops, small flicker-whips and leather slappers. There are even tens-unit pads for my bare soles. Those REALLY fuckin' suck! 

What do you think of this next one? 

Visible tags left in place and not clipped from panties. Do you see it? 

I told you Daddy has OCD! 

He's not entirely wrong though. I am usually made to wear full sheer panties with my school uniforms and a lot of my pretty, pink sleepwear and lingerie is sheer or lace. I can see how an unsightly tag just screws up the whole aesthetic here.

See the tag in my panties? Daddy brought this to my attention and I ended up in this pose, so I could be shamed and humiliated by having to show all of you!

Then I was thrashed on-the-spot, right over Daddy's knee. His belt came next, always on the bare!

Once again I found myself on the "sobbing stool" as I like to call it now, up in the hallway, humiliated and naked with only my reflection and my thoughts to keep me occupied. But which room would I be headed to? This one could have gone either way. There is a room just for the correction of my pussy where I am secured and presented like this: 

And there is an entirely separate room for the whipping and correction of my little pucker. 

Both rooms are just like the feet-whipping room, with a single bondage apparatus to secure and present me for punishment. It's so embarrassing, to be bound and displayed this way!

Tags in panties, not having my princess parts shaved bald for Daddy...caught wearing improper panties or failing to give myself a good, soapy enema before Daddy fucks my bum, could all land me in either of these two rooms, or BOTH!! 

Again, each room has a collection of whips, straps and floggers of a size and weight suitable for my pussy and bum hole. Each room comes with the electro-pads as well, to shock my pussy lips, clit and anus as part of my correction. 

Lastly, there is a room dedicated to my breasts and nipples. I call this the "tit room". For the life of me I could not think of any manner of quality control relating to my tits. Maybe you readers can help? Like not being in a bra or something, when I'm suppose to be or not getting erect nipples when I should? I dunno...

Leave it to my loving Daddy though...he found something! Of course he did. 

These are a beautiful pair of nipple clamps with bells that Daddy got for me. As you can see they are the alligator style with the little tension wheel on the side, to reduce or increase the pinch. He likes to have me wear these when he fucks me doggystyle. My boobs dangle helplessly and the motion of Daddy pounding me in the ass or cunt, causes my tits to bounce and flop about; thus, causing me to jingle!

*hands over eyes* It's so dreadfully humiliating!

Every nipple is different. Some people clamp just the nipple while others want them to bite the areola and the nipple together. For that reason, Daddy lets me adjust the clamps myself and set the level of pinch. He tells me that he wants a decent grip but nothing excruciating. Just enough that they stay in place, like an ornamental decoration.

Well...

The other day, Daddy was fucking me from behind. I had my bells on and I was gagged. Everything was going fine until one of my nipple bells flew off and hit the floor, because I didn't have it clamped tightly enough. 

I thought nothing of it at the time. Daddy finished and came into my hot cunt, but then I got a very firm spanking, still gagged with jizz oozing out of me! 

I was shocked when I heard, "go wait on the stool." Then it dawned on me, my clamps! So, I was introduced to the final room I had not seen yet. My "tit room".

The setup was simple as usual, just one singular apparatus of bondage to present the area for correction. I was blindfolded and shock-pads were applied first. I think they were set to about a 7, then I was left alone to endure the correction. 

When Daddy finally returned, the pads were removed but my blindfold stayed on. He didn't want me seeing and flinching or anticipating the whipping that came next, all across my boobs and nipples. I was a very sorry young lady after about 25 per nipple with a riding crop. I now understood the importance of quality control at Daddy's house.

But if I know all these rules now and adhere to them...these rooms will be obsolete no? 

I wouldn't purposely do something just to end up back in the hallway...would I? 

Hmmm. Those stocking seams can be tricky...and it would drive Daddy bananas! Should I push my luck?

sarah jane xoxo

Continued in: Pinch Hitter

 

 

 

 

   

Minute Man

Continued from: Like Crazy

A Sarah Jane story

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

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

I didn't waste any time...   

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

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

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

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

*giggle...oopsie! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Say sorry!" CRACK!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

slave sarah

xoxo