Is it Gay?

Continued from: Home Sweet Home

So, what's the verdict here...is it gay? 

Your Dominatrix mashes a penis extender over your chastity cage then makes you fuck a dude with it. Does that absolve you from homosexuality? There's of course nothing wrong with homosexuality but these two men, in the clutches of Cassandra, do not identify as such. 

The idea itself is brilliantly creative, terribly humiliating and emasculating.

Both these guys have safewords they haven't used, so I guess it's game on. Summer and I settled into the couch to watch the performance. By the colour of one of their bums, the maid-sissy seems like he needed a little motivation to go through with this. 

Cassie began the scene by having the one male kneel, after the other was fitted with the hot pink, fake dick. She offered her kind words of support, by gently cooing and encouraging the man to "get him hard". 

I was embarrassed for them! Just watching this. 

Cassandra was relentless in her orders, now instructing the kneeling man to "take him into your mouth". Caressing his spanked bottom while he sucked that cock was a little gay, I must admit. Look at his hand placement! Ha 

"He's nice and hard for you, show him your pussy, baby. Let him take you like a girl," Cassie continued to coo. 

The man in the lingerie set got into a very slutty doggy-style pose, arching his back deeply and presenting his asshole. 

And in it went *plop*. The spanked maid was fucking this other guy, wearing a penis extension over his cock cage. Amazing! I love what denial and desperation does to these silly men. 

Holding the other man's hips to assist in pile-driving his asshole...that seems a little gay. But is it?! It's not his actual cock...no one will be ejaculating into anyone's bum here. This is still safe, partially sane, and consensual, heterosexual bdsm, no?

Jesus. He was really goin' to town on this poor guy. Maybe the cock-sleeve was providing some stimulus? Some sensation to his locked-up penis that felt good? Does that make it gayer? If maid-boi is feeling pleasure from this? Or if hands-and-knees boy is feeling pleasure from being fucked? 

Although this was awesome to watch and listen to, I had seen enough. I can only assume Cassie would make the giver become the receiver soon, so they both get to experience the two perspectives of whether or not this was gay. Still, no safewords were spoken by these two, as Summer and I excused ourselves from the show. 

We went out back to soak the travel off us for awhile. Conveniently, we still had a decent view of the show going on inside. Hmm, looks like Cassie did make them switch places. 

Riding the cock-sleeve, while holding each other's bras and looking into each other's eyes. Things are getting gayer in here...

"Cassandra, send the dark-haired one up to my room when you're done with him. Have the other one mop up this water mess we just made," I said to Cassie, who was continuing to orchestrate the scene before her.

Summer giggled at my authoritative commands. She knew I was up to something, probably for her benefit. We had just spent a romantic week in Paris and we didn't pack a strap-on, purposely. We focused on the tender romance of our mouths, tongues and touches, when we had sex together. It was beautiful and fantastic and I love her so much...but I could tell she needed some dick. 

Real dick? The dark-haired guy I asked Cassie to send upstairs? Hell NO!

His humiliation and emasculation can continue, this time with my gorgeous wife! I posed her on the bed as I heard this non-gay dude coming up the stairs.

She was looking irresistible as always.

 

Cassandra sent dark-hair boi upstairs, still wearing his lingerie and heels. Summer very bluntly asked if he would fuck her, while they both looked down at the penis extension he was shamefully wearing over his metal cock cage. Yes, we ARE that cruel!

Go ahead sissy! Fuck my beautiful wife while I watch. Hehe...

You're welcome Summer! 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Uniformity

 

 

Home Sweet Home

Continued from: The Huntress

So we land in YYZ, Summer and I, having enjoyed a lovely week in Paris together. We grabbed a limo for the trip home, slightly exhausted from the flight. I was eager to wash the travel off me. Summer was too. It was nice to be home again...

Until...I walk into my living room to this scene! 

Both of us giggled out loud. Cassie fuckin' kills me sometimes!

You can see for yourself, but Summer and I walk in on her gaming, on the couch, looking like she's been smoking weed all day. Her bratty, Nike High Dunks are resting on the back of some ridiculous male submissive who she has dressed in lingerie and heels. 

Within her strict gaze, a second pathetic specimen of a male, kneeling and gussied-up, head-to-toe as a French Maid.

Apart from Cassandra's munchies on the end-table, the place was actually spotless, the fridge was full, and the sinks and toilets sparkled. Ha! She and her sissy maids can house-sit for me anytime!   

In the vanilla world, this would of course be a shocking scene to walk in on. Here at my Facility, it was simply a Tuesday. The poor sissies had such pouts on. Just sickened with humiliation, especially after Summer and I showed up.

Remember the infamous Mistress Elaine? The British woman who would totally own these poor submissive men by dressing them in layer upon layer of satin and petticoats, heels and hosiery. 

This poor chap she always addressed as "Vicky". He always had the same pouty look on his face once she had him fully made-up. It was a look of such defeat, just nauseated with humiliation. 

There's the look. Isn't Vicky a precious little gurl? Silky-smooth and hairless.

Mistress Elaine was notorious for using the full stainless chastity belts on Vicky and some other sissies who made appearances. One of them even had an electric-shockable anal attachment that locked onto the main chastity belt. That was a wild video...watching her torture this poor dude's rectum, while he begged and squirmed around on the bed in vintage lingerie and a dress. Totally something Cassandra would do... 

Apart from torturing her sissies, Mistress Elaine would often get them fully dressed-up and their little dicklettes locked away, before making them perform curtsies, to humiliate them. She would make them mince around the house and serve as Victorian-era maids.

Her scenes always involved Vicky in shit for something or Vicky had not performed a clean enough curtsy. Mistress Elaine would then spank, cane and paddle his bare bum, then peg the sissy with a strap-on. What a Goddess huh? She wielded a wonderous cocktail of physical and psychological dominance. 

I read somewhere that she was actually the seamstress or dress-maker, who custom-designed these satin and ruffled outfits. Who wakes up one day, with a skill-set like she has for these lovely artistic creations, and decides to start making them in men's sizes, to eventually keep a stable of sissy maids? Haha...amazing.

Good for her! 

Come to think of it, I should have a dress-maker on staff at The Facility. Some of these silly males would go beet-red if they had to come to me to be custom-fitted for a sissy dress. Something like this perhaps, for the most masculine of my submissive men?

A skilled seamstress could also add the lockable features for me, to any sissy outfit. These little additions are an absolute must for any sissy of mine!

Yes...on their bras too: 

It's one thing to forcibly feminize a male submissive as a form of control, punishment and humiliation, but you can take it to the next level psychologically, if their delicate attire cannot be removed without bolt-cutters or the keys! Lol...

 

Anyway, back to Cassandra... 

She had a padlock on the neckline of the maid dress one of her men was currently wearing. She also had their high heels padlocked to their feet. Good girl, Cassie! I taught you well. 

I noticed the dude in the pink lingerie had an inflatable plug up his ass. Typically something you would use to stretch and prepare the area for a good fucking. 

I gestured toward the sissy with the plug and asked Cassie, "are you preparing her pussy for something?"

Cassandra replied and pointed to the man in the maid's dress, then to the sissy on his hands and knees.

"Yes Mistress Andrea, this one (maid) is going to fuck this one (lingerie), but they didn't want to participate in anything homosexual, they're both straight." 

Ok...well how is one going to fuck the other then? I thought to myself...

Ahhh...leave it to Cassandra and her creativity, to push the limits of these two without breaking the limits. 

Is it still gay if it's not your own cock? 

Summer and I may have to stay and watch this go down...

Stay tuned. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: Is it Gay?

 

My Pet

Continued from: Seasons Beatings

A Sarah Jane story 

Hello everyone, it's Sarah. Sorry for the delay in the posting that I promised you. I guess we all just had to make it through the holiday season and get back into our regular routines and rituals. Daddy and I are back into our normal rhythms. I still get spanked each night before bed, over his knee. Then I get special Daddy kisses on my bottom hole, while being permitted to masturbate and cum. I love all our little rituals, this one especially. The only twist...believe it or not, Eleve is still here with us!

Mistress Andrea has not hosted a party lately, so I haven't been able to sell her back into slavery. Part of me wants to be rid of her. I hate it when she is there in the evenings, listening to me get strapped on the bare with Daddy's belt. It's so humiliating for me, as she also sees me dressed like a little girl and sobbing like a little girl sometimes. 

We did the kind thing and offered her a room and a bed when she first arrived. She insisted on being in a locked cage, where she actually spent several evenings. Finally, we settled on a pet bed in the corner of our room, provided she is locked in a chastity belt for sleeping. 

Nice and secure! She can't tempt my Daddy with her slutty cunt. My jealously peeks through sometimes? I can't help it. 

 

Although I just said I'd like to be rid of her, part of me wants to keep her too. She actually alleviated many of my daily responsibilities, allowing more time to focus on Daddy's pleasure and my own greedy desires.

Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays I am dressed like a schoolgirl around the house. Traditional and proper-like, not a slutty style. 

Tuesdays and Fridays I am in elaborate French Maid attire. The usual look with lots of satin, ruffles, stockings and heels. On these days I have to clean the house top-to-bottom, scrub toilets and hand-wash my own panties and lingerie, along with all the other laundry and tidying. 

On weekends and weeknight evenings I am dressed like a little girl, very elaborately on Sundays I might add, which is my maintenance spanking day. It's a lovely routine. I thoroughly enjoy having my clothing chosen for me, even though it's difficult to do labourious chores while wearing high heels. 

Since Eleve showed up...SHE does all of this now! Hehe. I can't complain. 

She clicks around the house in only an apron, seeing to literally everything that use to be my responsibility. I barely lift a finger now, as far as domestic chores go. This aspect of buying her has been great! She even cooks us dinner sometimes. 

But...it was a bit of a double-edged-sword. If you remember, after my Upper Floor party of taking cock in every one of my fuck-holes, Daddy declared that I needed a break from penis for awhile. You'll also remember that Eleve's stainless chastity belt ended up on ME! 

This lasted a few days leading up to Christmas and it sucked. I loved it and hated it. Daddy knows all my deepest and darkest desires and one of them is to be cucked by another female. To be reduced to a humiliated, shamed and degraded observer. So this is exactly what happened during my "break" from cock. 

Look at me! Facing the corner in shame, bare naked and shrouded in rigid metal, as I was forced to listen to Daddy fuck her.

It should be me gagging on his cock. But I was in a great big, 2-inch gag ball with a panel covering. 

Does she suck cock better than I do? Is Daddy enjoying her mouth more than mine? These thoughts flashed through my mind and my stomach fluttered with humiliation...but I couldn't stop my confined cunt from throbbing like crazy. I fuckin hated her in these moments. My wet cunt I mean, not Eleve...

He fucked her directly over my face, as my panel gag was replaced with a ring-gag, forcing my mouth open. When Daddy finally pulled out, mid-orgasm, his cum oozed from her pussy and dribbled from his cock, directly into my waiting mouth. I had the sweet taste of their shared arousal, flavouring the inside of my mouth and filling my tummy. 

Two days! Two days I spent locked in that belt and subjected to cuckqueaning. I was about to explode with arousal. Then it was Christmas. Much to my surprise, Daddy gave Eleve back to me, as MY present. And rightfully so. I bought her. She was my pet! 

He literally tied her up with red ribbon and put her under the tree for me. It was pretty cute.

What's the first thing a little kid does when they get a toy for Christmas? They frantically want to play with it, right? Well...I'm a "little"...it was Christmas morning and my cunt had been denied for two days. Of course I played with my new toy! 

I dressed up Eleve and used her mouth! For hours! Daddy allowed it. He wanted to watch anyway, so I became a little more bold. She was just an mouth to me, with no identity.

A very pretty mouth I might add. 

Maybe it was revenge, to degrade her in this way and make her wear a mask-hood? Revenge for fucking Daddy over my face. 

I ended up becoming very bold with my new Christmas morning toy. I had her lick my pussy to multiple orgasms. I made her lick my asshole.

I even had her suck on my toes and lick the bare soles of my feet. It was a lovely Christmas morning. 

Throughout the rest of the holidays, Daddy remained firm in his position that Eleve was my pet and my toy to use. It's during moments like this when I'm torn and I don't want to sell her. 

What do all of you think? Should I keep her as my own sex doll, like Daddy keeps me as his? She does have a pretty amazing mouth!

I'm open to your suggestions. 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: A Mouth Punishment?

  

 

Season's Beatings

Continued from: I need my Daddy

A Sarah Jane story 

Happy Holiday's everyone, it's Sarah. Eleve is here with me too. In fact, I'm currently locked in a chastity belt and sitting my naked ass on her naked lap, as we type this together and giggle. If I make a spelling or grammatical error it's because Eleve is cupping her hands over my tits and pinching my nipples. Hehe.

We thought we could fit one more post in before things get too Christmasy. A lot has happened since this gorgeous red-head spent the night in a cage at Daddy's house. It seems lonely and horrible to me but she absolutely loves being a captive like that. She wasn't lonely for long though, we made up for that the next day, under Daddy's instruction and guidance. 

If you recall, at the end of the evening on the night that Eleve arrived, she was stowed away in her cage while I tiptoed into Daddy's room. It turns out that seat wasn't taken after all! Hehe...lucky me. 

I was such a happy little girl! I got to ride Daddy's face then snuggle into bed with him. I slept like a baby that night. Fitting, since Daddy put me back into a crinkly diaper after I came onto his lips. 

Eveie is nibbling on my earlobe right now and telling me she's never been diapered. I think she wants to try it!

By morning, Daddy told me to go release her from the cage and she was welcome to use the spare bathroom. Daddy wanted us both made-up, hair done and back in his bedroom fully nude. I was naked, and completely vulnerable. Eve was at least still in her chastity belt and got to wear a cuff set and collar.

The chastity belt didn't last long though. Once we made it to Daddy's room he unlocked her and set it aside, telling me that I'm going to be wearing it next! WTF *super-pout* 

Remember when Daddy told me I needed a break from cock for awhile, after taking down so many at the party? Well...this metal belt I am in right now is the "taking a break part". 

Additionally, I knew I was in for a spanking, for being such a cock-whore. It was a bit of a paradox. I dreamed and fantasized of being an Upper Floor sex slave, Daddy let me go try it, Eveie here watched me, and now I am to be punished for it. 

It was fair...I actually wanted to be disciplined for being a slut. 

As Daddy was scolding me, Eve got into her waiting position, spreading her cheeks to present her asshole. It was a lovely sight...look how flawless and gorgeous her skin is! 

This might be my view when I end up over Daddy's knee. Looking directly at her perky little pucker. 

When the scolding was all finished, Daddy put me in the horrible, wheelbarrow position. It's the most humiliating for me! Especially being bare naked with EVERYthing on display for him. The humiliation was amplified either further with the presence of Eve. If I were to raise my head and cry out from the spanking, my nose would be inches from this strange woman's asshole. 

She's not a stranger anymore though, she's delightful! But at the time, I'm sure you can understand how embarrassing this was for me. Things only got worse for me too. Being so humiliated as I was, involuntarily made my pussy glisten and soak. There was no hiding it of course, so Daddy took it upon himself to comment on my wet cunt. He even invited Eleve up from her pose to see for herself. 

Gawd, I was sickened in my tummy, from the butterflies.  

What did you say again, Eveie? When you first saw me being spanked like that?

That's right...

"Oh wow! Look how soaked she is!" 

Gee, thanks for that. As if I wasn't mortified enough. Then, the audacity! Daddy invites this little tart to give it a try. I cried out, "DADDDDDDDY!! No!" When he suggested it. 

It was no use. I ended up wheelbarrowed over Eleve's lap being spanked by her. 

I got my revenge though, didn't I, huni?

That's right everyone. Eleve got her little arse roasted too. Daddy kept telling her to spank me but all Eve wanted to do was finger my wet pussy, which felt amazing btw. Daddy had enough and ended up hauling her over his knee while I got to listen from the corner. 

Yes, it does fuckin' sting, doesn't it? Daddy has a heavy hand. It was cute listening to you yelp and cry-out though. 

What was suppose to be a punishment for me, just turned way too playful and the mood was now light. Eleve knew she wasn't going to be beaten or hurt by her new owners. It was time to have fun! 

I assumed Daddy was going to use his lovely early Christmas present and fuck Eve or have her suck his dick. He didn't...he wanted to watch she and I play, stage us, photograph us and enjoy the view. 

Fishnet was new! Daddy usually doesn't fancy fishnet but I must say, we looked pretty cute didn't we, huni? 

We spent some time in the corner, permitted to rub the red away from our bums, while Daddy began telling us what we would be doing together. I heard 69 spoken by him, I heard the words photo and video. I was on a break from cock but I guess that didn't expand to include strap-ons, which I also heard. Daddy wanted to watch Eve fuck me. First in the pussy, then in the ass. 

I could feel the butterflies and the arousal creep back in, as Daddy described in explicit detail, all the dirty and naughty things he expected me to do with Eve. Me! A straight woman...

So is spaghetti until it gets wet right? 

Hehe...Eve just LOL'ed...I guess they don't have this expression in Germany. 

What did he have us do first, Eveie? 69 wasn't it...? 

Straight or lezzie?...it doesn't matter much anymore, when your mouth is buried in a beautiful pussy and the tip of your nose is resting against her asshole. I'm grinding my bum into Eveie's lap right now actually, remembering back to how hot she was and how hard she made me cum with her mouth. 

She's telling me I wasn't too shabby myself *blush! 

It was a unique experience, trying to get to her lovely petals and clit with all that fishnet in the way. It became like a challenge for me. 

With my cunt still contracting and pulsing from the O that Eleve gave me, Daddy asked her if she'd like to fuck me. 

And boy did she ever give me a good pounding, in an already sore and sensitive, dirty and whorish cunt.

Daddy was getting quite the show! He was bursting with arousal. It was definitely time for him to join us. We took a little refreshment break. This is when I found out you had nowhere to go for Christmas, Eveie, right? 

I thought so, yes. The poor little thing, I'll explain this at the end...

After our break we threw on some slutty heels and Daddy staged us for some more photos. Look how fuckin' hot we are in this photo, Eleve!

Great photography by Daddy too!

We both knelt there for awhile, not knowing what may come next. Eleve got quite the treat and even though I'm sitting on her lap in a chastity belt right now and giggling, I'm still jealous and pissed off at her! 

"I'm on a break from cock he said. It'll be fine he said!..." 

Of course it'll be fine!! He's got Eve here to fuck! You bitch! lol 

I ended up getting cucked! Cuckqueaned. 

Daddy fucked Eve directly over my face when I was locked in a chastity belt. I hated it and I loved it at the same time. I'm not sure why. I'll blog about it when Christmas dies down. 

Can I tell them? Are you sure? 

Eleve says it's ok...

So...I guess I didn't read the fine-print when I bought Eleve at the simulated slave auction. The part where it said she's mine, until I sell her to someone else (which again, is all her fantasy. Being stripped and displayed and bid on like this):

So after this day of playtime with each other and with Daddy, she tells me her entire family is in Germany and she came to Canada for additional schooling. If I didn't want to wait until the next party to sell her and didn't want to keep her anymore, she would just go to a hotel room until the next auction where she would get a new owner. 

A hotel room, ALONE! On Christmas!? Not on my watch...

Hearing that broke my heart! 💔

Since she and I just exchanged bodily fluids together for the past three hours, I thought what would be the harm in asking Daddy.

"Ohhhh Daaaaaaddy!? Can this hot, little German sex slave who I actually own, spend the holidays with us?" 

Haha! 

As if he's gonna say no! 

Season's Beatings everyone. I'll come back soon to tell you about Daddy fucking Eleve's pussy directly over my gagged mouth. 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

**A special thanks to frankenfurther for his consent to create a storyline featuring the actual Eleve** 

 

Continued in: My Pet