Pretty Please

Continued from: A Punishment Spanking

In the days following Russell's punishment spanking, I was little more micro-managerial as it related to the office. I would make frequent visits and ask the girls what they had been tasked with. 

It seems I walked-in on "break-time", during one of the said tasks. 

"You didn't want to do the honours yourself Russell?" I teased, while looking down at his mid-section. 

He blushed and whispered back to me, "no Ma'am." 

Clearly his bare bum was still in no shape to be visibly exposed to his two subordinates. You're going to be feeling this for a week is what I was going for during his punishment the other day. I think I achieved my goal. 

"Well, lets take a seat for a moment, Russ. Don't you just love that she's forced to watch her own boobs in the mirror, flopping and dangling about?" I said, as we both sat and watched on.

"Bella huni, if she looks away from the mirror again, slap her." I instructed.  

We watched for a little while longer. 

"Just make sure it's not an all day break, ladies," I sternly counselled. 

"Yes Ma'am," they both replied. 

"Russ, the girls are almost home from the airport. Lets go help them with their luggage." I said. 

He whispered out a little, "yes Ma'am" to me. Hoping his Secretaries wouldn't hear. He must have thought they did hear him, because he felt the need to reassert his dominance as we walked out of the office. Silly man!

"Five more minutes ladies." He called out. "Then you can kneel and clean off that cock, Sarah Jane. After that, it's back to your desks, ok?" 

"Yes Sir," they both moaned out loud. 

Russell and I left them to their business. I was excited to see Summer and secretly excited to see Goddess Vanessa as I now call her. I wonder if she has any new tales about cuckolding her sissy husband?!

Russell helped the two of them with their carry-ons and after kissing Summer passionately, I went to greet the supreme Goddess who is my newest girl crush. 

"Hello Goddess Vanessa," I purred to her, as I embraced her into my arms. 

She giggled and blushed. "Ohhh Mistress, you're too much!" 

Meanwhile, I watched Summer do her best "Daddy's little girl" move, slithering herself onto Russell's lap. She must want something. Ha. 

I heard her crying out "pretty pleasssssse" to him in a baby voice, yet I didn't catch what she had actually asked him. She was bouncing up and down on his lap at this point.

With the added weight of Summer on his lap, I noticed Russell wince a little, adjusting his tender buttocks against the hard chair. 

"You better ask Mistress," I heard him say to Summer. 

Instantly, I get a "Mommmieeeee?" From her. 

*Sigh*...

"Yes sweetheart?" 

"Can Russell come shoot some content with us? We need a pilot for a new idea.” She mewed out. 

"Feet only?" I asked her. 

She looked over at Vanessa. 

"Maybe some bum too." Vanessa said. 

I nodded my head in a gesture toward Russ, then looked at Summer while raising an eyebrow and said, "soumis?" 

"Oui Maîtresse." Summer replied. 

Haha! Summer taught me some French. I can talk about Russell right in front of him now 😈!

Preserving the essence of their long flight in hosiery and heels, the girls clicked off down the hall to their special space to grab some film equipment and sealed baggies to eventually package up their tights. 

I took Russell up to my bedroom to brief him on what was about to go down. 

"Russell, I don't image you wish to end up over my knee again, do you?" I spoke firmly. 

"No Ma'am," he replied as he lowered his gaze. 

"The girls want to dress you like a pilot and create some content relating to their feet and high heels. I expect you to do whatever they say, is that understood?" 

"Yes Ma'am," he peeped out. 

"You used to worship my feet for hours back in the day, remember? This should be a breeze for you." I reassured him. 

We got Russell into the pilot outfit while the girls were setting up the video equipment in my room. 

There was a nice fire in the background, making their stilettos glow. This was of course complimented by a silly man on his hands and knees, where he belongs, in the presence of such elegance and beauty. 

Lets hope Sarah Jane doesn't walk in on this, and see her "Daddy" in such a compromised position. 

"He's all yours girls. Don't bother being gentle." I purred to them. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: French Cut

Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 2

Continued from: Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 1

A Sarah Jane story 

In my last post I blogged about my initial experience in the "shoe closet", which is the fetish room at Mistress Andrea's Facility, exclusively dedicated to foot worship. I use the term "initial experience" because the torture and torment I was enduring had only just begun. 

Miss Summer and Miss Vanessa, both dressed as Flight Attendants, had me gagged and bound to a chair with a remote vibrator up my pussy. I was being forced to watch a slideshow of women's feet, women's footwear and women's feet in bondage, all while the vibrator pulsed and buzzed inside me. 

Essentially I was being forced to orgasm, while looking at images of feet. I thought it must have been some sick, twisted manner of slave conditioning. Forcing me to associate my own pleasure with something I don't find pleasurable...feet!

Apparently Mistress Andrea does a similar conditioning program with male slaves. I learned about it in my junior school classes. Tactics like only unlocking a male's penis to masturbate or edge him, if he sucks a realistic dildo for her. Or only unlocking his penis for a hand job, if he's fully dressed like a sissy girl. Powerful stuff!

After my second shuddering orgasm, directly into my panties, maybe their tactic was starting to work and break me down. Maybe they were altering my mind a little. Some of these images were undeniably gorgeous! 

 

What I also began to notice and appreciate, was how much some styles of female footwear, emulate the look of bondage. Is that done on purpose? To deliberately or subtly display a female to the rest of the world as confined and bound, beginning with her feet? Or is it just to sexualize the feet? 

That might be too political and too deep for me to comprehend right now, certainly when there is a vibrator trapped in my pussy. 

Quite sexy I must say. A look that belongs in a BDSM dungeon as much as it belongs at a courtyard bistro. 

Before I had the chance to embarrassingly and shamefully cum a third time, to feet porn, the vibrations ended and the slideshow monitor darkened. Summer and Vanessa returned to the room and removed my gag and bondage. I was mortified when she reached for the toy in my pussy, having to negotiate the gusset of my panties which were drenched at this point. 

I was knelt before the pair of them and Summer used me as a seat. 

"How do you feel?" Summer asked me. 

I replied that I was embarrassed. Embarrassed that I was forced to cum to images of female feet. 

She then encouraged me to cradle her high heel with my hands, and rest my lips against her gold anklet that encircled her nylons. 

While I was still in a kneel, Summer told me to unfasten the ankle straps of her heels and slip them off her feet. Vanessa moved in closer so I could undo her heels also. I was forced to rest my nose inside the high heel of Summer and manually masturbate to orgasm. Despite my gut-churning humiliation, I came almost instantly before my head was moved into Vanessa's high heel, so I could repeat the degrading process again. 

With my body still trembling from the orgasms, I was laid prone on my back, as they took turns resting and running their nylon soles over my mouth and nose. There was a dampness I could feel in the nylon and definitely a scent, but not an unpleasant one. 

I spent the next few hours kissing and licking their hosed feet and toes, their shoes and even a pair of boots that Vanessa put on. Their feet were not dirty, nor was their footwear, but I felt dirty and degraded by performing these acts. Dirty and degraded enough that my pussy remained soaked throughout this whole ordeal! *Sigh

In the time I spent in the "shoe closet", I had gained a new-found appreciation for just how sexy a woman can be, below the knees, if she puts the effort in. Vanessa and Summer's feet are absolutely pristine. I learned about the use of toe rings, nail polish, anklets and hosiery. All things they told me I would need to know, before I ever make it to the upper floor.  

Summer wrote me a proper report card of my experience in the shoe closet. I had to take the report card to the Headmaster for review. I think she had been overly gracious with my grades. 

Categories like eagerness and enthusiasm I got a B minus when I probably should have earned a D! I'll have to thank Summer later, if I had a D on my report card I wouldn't be sitting comfortably for a week and I'd likely be demoted back to diapers and onesies. 

Nevertheless, I was still punished. I am required to achieve straight A's only. The Headmaster had me spend 30 minutes in timeout, in just my bra with socks and shoes while he prepared a note to take home to my "Daddy". 

(Which is funny because it's the same person playing both roles! *blush) 

I'm not sure what the note said when I passed it to Daddy, but it must have rhymed with "Daddy's Belt". I got a good lickin' over his knee when I got “home”. Over my skirt first, over my panties and then on the bare. 

When my belt strapping ended, I watched as Daddy placed the final gold star on my chart, under the category of "feet appreciation". I wiped my tears and hugged him, thanking him for consequencing me and the promotion to "senior school". 

Finally, I was going to be free of this room and upgrade to a "big girl's" room and big girl's bed. I was excited! 

I thought I better thank Daddy, before jammies and bed and possibly...the last night spent in this frilly, pink room.

Thank you Daddy. 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: "Big-Girl Room"