Toilet Humiliation and Anal

Continued from: Sarah and Russ return

A post from slave sarah

As I sat naked, gagged and blindfolded in this tiny, locked cell, I caught myself deliberately pulling against the shackles on my wrists and ankles, just to hear the chains jingle and feel the rigid steel.

There was something very alluring to me, about the strict metal bondage and the added weight the shackles provided. Apart from the robust-sized plug up my ass, these were the only sensory stimuli I could feel, in my solitude and captivity. My pussy was shamefully soaked, as Master's words, threats even, that I would soon be fucked in the ass, echoed in my ears.

I had lost track of time but knew that I hadn't been abandoned for all that long, twenty minutes maybe, before I heard footsteps approach. 

The sound of brass clattering against metal shocked me to a hyper-attentive state, as I listened to the heavy cell door unlock with a key. 

My Master had finally arrived for me! To use me for his pleasure and amusement. My headspace was that of an abducted or purchased sex slave, fearful of a beating if I do not do my very best to offer my holes to him. My mind was exactly where I wanted it to be. I was so dreadfully aroused! 

I was roughly manhandled up and onto the cold seat of the toilet and encouraged to pee. I couldn't believe that I actually did, on command! I visualized being led outside, into the yard on a leash and forced to cock a leg and piss. Why was the thought of this so exciting to me? 

My stomach was in knots of embarrassment, as I listened to my urine echo against the water. While I was peeing, my blindfold and gag were removed, my mouth was saturated in drool and his graciously-sized cock was forced into my mouth.

I felt absolutely degraded, dehumanized and humiliated, to be sucking his cock while seated on a prison toilet full of my own urine, but I started to understood his tactic. Who was I kidding, the humiliation was fanning the flames of my deepening arousal. 

Once I had Master super erect and on the brink of cumming, he stood me up and spun me around. A slap to my ass and a gentle push, had me jack-knifed at the waist with my hands resting on the toilet seat. I was bent at the waist and forced to stare at my own golden nectar in the toilet. Master removed my anal plug which must have left my dirty hole a bit gaped for him, as he slid his cock easily into my ass. 

I wanted so badly to touch my pussy. One little tickle of my throbbing clit would have had me cumming instantly. But Master kept one of my arms pinned behind my back and my other was gripping the toilet seat for dear life. I was occasionally thrust up on my tiptoes, and grunted uncontrollably throughout my ass fucking. 

At one point my arms were both pulled behind my back and upward, which forced my head almost into the toilet. It was close enough that I could smell my own piss, as I was still forced to stare at it also. My wrist shackles were connected to some ceiling chains, forcing me into this pose. I think it's called strappado, a stress pose I have seen on porn sites before. I hated it and loved it at the same time. 

A gag was returned to my mouth, a spreader bar added to expose my most intimate parts, and Master's cock never left my asshole until he blasted cum into my bowels. 

Before his gooey seed had the chance to shameful ooze from my anus, he re-seated the anal plug into my stretched hole, to hold all the mess inside me. 

Again I was left, naked and shackled with a squishy, unpleasant feeling up my ass, all while forced to look into and smell a toilet containing my own pee.   

I fucking hated how degraded I felt in this very moment, and fuckin' loved every second of how degrading this experience was.

What a mindfuck huh? I was so conflicted and trapped in this paradox. I didn't know what to do! I did know one thing though...

If I so-much as heard someone's phone vibrate from another room, I would have cum all over my thighs in that very moment!

slave sarah xoxo 

 

Continued in: The Countess of Monte Cristo

 

All Three Holes

Continued from: Objectification

A post from Sarah

When Russell returned to me I was whipped. 

I wasn't counting, but I am quite certain I received every one of the 100 lashes he indicated that I would be getting, before he left me to anticipate. He must have been using a less severe, more delicate flogger, as it felt like I was being whipped hard, with force, but there was no searing sting or incredible pain. 

My bare bum took the majority of the lashes, with some attention paid to my upper back and my thighs, above my knees. The sensation was incredible, my skin was electric and felt like a really good sun burn. I was so fuckin' horny for him, to be used by him for his pleasure. Most of his cum had since dried onto my face and wetness was glistening down my stomach from the drool escaping the base of the ball gag. 

When my bondage was finally released and whipping had concluded, I collapsed down onto my hands and knees, disgracefully cowering on the floor, begging Master for mercy. I offered up my holes, all three of my slutty fuck-holes, as an alternative to being beaten any further. 

Sure, I was acting a little bit, playing into my own fantasy of having my will broken, enough to submit to dirty, degrading and forceful sex. 

My ponytail was used as a leash, to guide and drag me over to the coffee table. He kept a firm grip on it throughout, as Master plunged his raging cock into my pussy. 

It was such an amazing fucking! It's making my toes curl even now, as I sit here in my vanilla, WFH office and write about this. 

We seemed to be very in-sync with each other, feeding off each other, in how this was all developing. While he was fucking me from behind he slipped a thumb into my asshole. Of course my naughty little pucker involuntarily gripped his thumb, which was horribly humiliating. I could feel my own asshole squeezing him, like I had no control over it. 

I cried out, "no Sir! Please no! Not my bum!!" I wailed loud enough that if Mistress Andrea was downstairs, she would have definitely heard me. 

I wanted nothing more that to be fucked in the ass by him, but I continued my ruse of non-consent. I'm a huge anal slut and wanted to cum while his dick was in my third and final hole. I just wanted Master to take, not ask. 

And take he did!

Master "forced" me to ride him reverse cowgirl, and do all the work. He just laid there motionless, as I was forced to bounce, with my tits shamefully flopping, and fuck my own asshole. It was so dirty and degrading I orgasmed instantly, with a little flicker of my clit. I kept on destroying my ass with his cock, then came again. 

My legs where shaking so badly I couldn't maintain the crouched position anymore. I sat right down on Master so the full length of his dick was deep inside, as he shot hot semen into my bowels. 

I'm sure I'm leaving out some other details of our time together, in the Parlour space. Times I was smacked and called names. Tormented about having dried cum on my face or a fresh, squishy load in my rectum. All of it added to the overall experience. I loved every fuckin' second of being flogged, broken and man-handled the way I was. 

I enjoyed that Russ didn't start the scene with a bunch of rules and protocols, or feel the need to go-over safewording. All of these things were assumed, before we ever began. The only thing he felt he needed to say, was that line from my last post: 

"This is what you want?"

Fuck YES it was! 

I was provided a robe. I guess to regain or protect what dignity I had left, after all three of my fuck-holes were just destroyed. Master wanted me in the heels I arrived in also, cute look I suppose. 

We retired to the kitchen and very sweetly, like I was the victim of a housefire or something, wrapped in one of those grey, humanitarian blankets, he asked me if I wanted a tea. Melted my heart a little, not gonna lie. 

I had not received a tour of this whole facility yet, I don't think anything would have surprised me though, based on the images I've seen on the client website. Over my right shoulder I noticed a large window covered with a thin veil of sheer, opening into what appeared to be a locker-room. My eyes caught movement and it appeared to be a middle-aged man, changing into an outfit like a little girl would wear. 

Russ went in for a closer look as Mistress elegantly clicked into the kitchen in a pin-up styled dress. 

"Did you two kids have a good time?" She cheerful asked out loud, like Russ and I were two teenagers returning from the movies. 

I blushed and lowered my eyes, squeaking out a little, "yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am."

Russell just head-motioned to the window, looking at Mistress with a WTF face. 

"Oh that. I have an appointment in ten minutes. He wants to be taken over "Mommy's" knee and spanked until he's crying like a little girl. I figured I'd make him dress like one too," Mistress declared to both of us as she shrugged her arms and giggled. 

What a wild, magical place this was. I never wanted to leave!

slave sarah 

xoxo

Continued in: A quiet night in

  

 

Keyholder

Continued from: Bridesmaids

What must be running through the minds of these two, pathetic sissies I wonder, as they kneel here before Summer and I, clenching their bum cheeks so semen doesn't ooze from their bottom holes?

Each clench of their recently used sphincters', causing their cocks to twitch from within the metal bars of chastity cages. 

I have written of their journey into forced feminization before, so I won't waste anyone's time by going over it again. The Coles notes version is simply, these two hairless, heterosexual males are dressed like frilly bridesmaids and they were just bent over and fucked up their bums by a pair of "real" men. 

Summer and I were just coming down from the highs of consummating our marriage, still in our heels and still in our bridal lingerie, enjoying the way we tasted off each others' lips.

Bella and Vanessa had since left the hot tub and were now continuing to get to know each other, in the pool. After laying eyes on Vanessa for the first time, even MY mouth was watering, at the thought of what she must taste like. I'll have to ask Bella later, hehe. 

Our two pilots, after emptying their balls into the bowels of our two sissy slaves, headed out with the remainder of our reception guests. 

It was now time to treat the sissies to the gift I promised them, a rare but well deserved unlocking!

Since I first starting exploring and using enforced chastity with my silly males and sissies, much has changed on that front. There have been some significant advancements thanks to use of technology. Believe me when I tell you though, a chastity boy will do anything to cheat the system, escape the device and ultimately masturbate. Don't trust them! Take the use of chastity very seriously, if you go down this path, do it properly or don't do it, there is no half-assed or in between. 

Being a keyholder to many, I'll share with you my system of layering. I strongly believe that many things BDSM, are best complimented by layers of psychological captivity. Most submissives want and crave to feel "forced", captive and helpless at the hands of another. This is what fuels the submissive kink. 

A good example of this is the use of a bondage cage. I can put a naked submissive inside and padlock the cage. Under no circumstances can they escape without my intervention. However, I want this to be felt more deeply in their mind. I put the person in metal shackles first, wrists and ankles, then into the cage which I padlock shut. There's one more layer, plus a gag, but don't leave them unsupervised with something in their mouth. 

One more layer? Absolutely. Keep your bondage cage in a room with a cell door or lockable door. Let your slave see you shut the door and lock it, before you leave them in all these layers. It works great!

Chastity keyholding is no different. I want layers upon layers of security and control, so the silly male or sissy truly feels that there is no escape for their penis, without my intervention. 

I'll share with you my system, it works well. 

Most chastity devices either have an external padlock or these fancy new internal, brass locks. I prefer the internal, it's more sleek, less visible under clothing, which my silly males like and small padlocks can be easily clipped off with bolt cutters. 

Speaking of bolt cutters, I prefer metal bar chastity cages to plastic. I can't picture anyone with a penis, attempting to use bolt cutters on the bars of the device itself. Way too close to the little peenie to take a risk like that. Eeeeek! 

Lastly, most internal lock devices will come with two keys. My first step is to engrave my initials into both keys. For emergency and safety purposes, the chastity slave will get one key and I will keep the other. At my Facility, the key is kept in a coded lockbox that resembles a safe.

"But Mistress, they have the other key, at home, unsupervised. Do you trust them with that?"

Absolutely not! But safety is paramount and there should be a "break glass in case of emergency" option. 

Here's how I do it. 

This is a fun new item, recently on the market, in the kink community. It's great for distance domination and distance keyholding. Once paired uniquely with each device, I can use the app to Bluetooth unlock this little plastic key box. My slave, cannot defeat the app or open it by any other means short of taking a hammer to it.  

Their emergency key goes in here and the little coffin clicks shut and locks. I can open it remotely if they ask me to, providing a good reason of course. The app will track and record openings of the lockbox also, so if there is an unauthorized unlocking of the key box somehow, I'll know about it. 

Remember layering? I'm not done yet...

Adhesive, tamper proof bags, which all have a unique code on the face of the bag. 

The key box goes inside this bag, the strip that is removed to expose the adhesive for sealing the bag, has a code on it. The code on my "receipt" essentially, matches the code on the bag. I keep this with my version of the key, my slave keeps this sealed bag. 

When my slave attends for a session, they are required to produce the bag at reception, so Cassandra can confirm if the two codes match and the bag as not been tampered with.  

It seems like a lot of fuckin' around, but you only have to go through this once. It's well worth the extra effort. Once my silly males see the care and attention I put in to the security and cheat-proof keyholding, I can only describe their reaction as defeat...and despair. 

Like these two. So desperate for release that one of them has a penis up his bum and the other has a penis in his mouth. That kind of despair! 

A deal is a deal and I stuck to my word. 

I promised my two sissies that if they "entertained" the pilots, and boy did they ever, I would unlock their dicks and allow an orgasm. I didn't specify how, but I certainly had to make it humiliating. 

I accessed Kaylee's primary key from the safe I keep it in and unlocked his penis. Summer helped him out of his dress and panties and we kept him in his stockings and heels. 

His delicate and feminine satin glove, had his dick hard in no time flat. Tiffany listened from a position of timeout in the corner, in full view of the windows. He listened to Summer and I coach Kaylee on, encouraging to cum into his open mouth and onto his face. 

The ass fucking Kaylee just took probably helped to stimulate his prostate. The amount of sticky, hot cum that Kaylee fired at her open mouth was incredible. 

I took a picture while Kaylee was still grunting and cumming, being sure to capture some action shots of this gigantic facial. 

I took a page out of one of my reader's play books and sent Summer to the bathroom sink with Kaylee's panties. Summer was given instructions to run them under cold water then wring them out and return. 

I handed Kaylee the cold, wet panties and had him put them on. He gingerly crept them up his legs, dreading the moment they would come into contact with his still erect penis and balls. He gasped and winced, the moment the soaked panties finally caressed his genitals. 

 

"What a great idea for erections Mistress," Summer declared. 

"I can't take credit for this one Sweets, and it IS a great idea!" 

We put Kaylee in timeout, to suffer through the cold embrace of his panties and rapidly shrinking penis. 

Tiffany heard all this from his previous position in the corner. I wonder if he even wanted to cum anymore, knowing full-well how he was going to be cumming, the swallowing of his self-facial then sentenced to cold, wet panties. 

Who was I kidding, of course the little ape wanted to wank! 

Once Tiffany was cold, shriveled, humiliated and had the taste of cum in his mouth, we got both he and Kaylee locked back into their cock cages. 

Two tummies full of cum, two sissy bum holes full of cum and hours of hot sex with my wife beforehand. 

How did you consummate your marriage? Haha 

Cheers. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: A New Dungeon Space

Bella's Anal Training

Continued from: Bella's Enema

I had Bella strung up in the dungeon, bound to a St. Andrew's Cross, with two electrical pads on her nipples. They're like the little tens unit pads people use for massage. They work great for BDSM scenes and can actually tantalize some pretty sensitive areas without being painful. 

For extended nipple stimulus I prefer the electro-pads to clamps. Clamps hurt like hell when you remove them and leave the nipples sore and sensitive (I admit, there is a time and place for this). With the pads, as soon as you turn the juice off there is no residual effect, at ALL.  

It feels like a pins and needles fuzziness. You wanna experience a wild fuckin' orgasm? Put the pads on your clit and around your pussy and masturbate, or have someone go down on you! Holy Hannah! You best be bound to something! 

Summer asked me for the remote, to shock Bella's nipples. What a little sadist! 

She sat on my lap like a little girl playing with a new Christmas toy and studied the remote.

I showed Summer how to turn it on and showed her the dials, encircled by numbers zero through eight.

"Treatment Strength"!  LOL

This was treatment alright. Therapeutic BDSM. There is no better escape from adulting in the world! 

"Nurse Summer, give her a 2". I told her. 

Summer turned both dials of the remote to number 2. Bella immediately began moaning in pleasure. A hands-free twirling of her nipples would be what it felt like, and she loved it!

"Now give her 8", I told Summer. 

She cranked the dials right up to the maximum of 8. Bella squealed out loud with her eyes shut and her body tensed-up against her binds. 

Seconds later, Summer backed the dials off to zero. 

"Ohhh Mistress, this is FUN. This is so fuckin' hot"! Summer gasped out loud to me.

My little sadist wasn't wrong. I could feel it between my legs too. I dabbed my fingers into my soaked pussy and guided them into Summer's mouth. 

"Oh I know it's hot little one...see?" I purred to her as Summer sucked my pussy from my gloved-fingers. 

"Make me cum", I ordered her. 

"Yes Mistress", she replied, all breathy and aroused. 

I turned the juice back onto Bella's nipples and set it at a 5. A nice mixture of both pleasure and discomfort. Bella's noises were a symphony of lustful moans and punished yelps. It was sadistic perfection and I was the conductor!

Summer licked me to an amazing orgasm while I sat back and enjoyed Bella's torture, watching her own pussy drip strands of pre-cum from the screening of her chastity belt. 

Summer got up and kissed me, transferring my pussy juices from her lips onto mine. Such a hot move! I taught her well. 

It seems the session plan somewhat derailed here. Bella was here for anal training, not cuckquean torture. Oh well, my pleasure and amusement is paramount, Summer's is second and Bella gets whatever...she's a slave.

However, I DID in-fact tell her she was here for anal training and we forced her to release an enema right in front of us, to prep her for anal. I suppose we should turn some attention to her naughty little pucker. 

We got Bella bound to the apparatus chair and Nurse Summer went back to business, fingering and violating Bella's asshole. 

I stood back to supervise, watching Summer use dildo after dildo into Bella's butt, a gradual crescendo of size and length. 

Once she was nice and gaped for Summer, I helped her into a strap-on harness and gave her a nudge to go to town on my anal slave.

What an amazing view Summer had. A perfectly framed target!

Summer's cock slid into Bella's ass with ease. They both groaned and gasped out loud. 

Summer gave Bella a nice, hard fucking, right up her slutty ass. Bella grunted and moaned while her locked-up pussy was left throbbing and denied. 

Summer carried on for a little while, until I whispered to her that a re-lubrication was likely needed. She pulled out of Bella's ass and gave her several hard slaps, calling her an ass-slut in the process. 

Bella began to beg, assuming her ass fucking was all over. 

"Please Mistress, more please! I want to cum", she cried out to me. 

"You're hoping for another anal orgasm, slut? Do you feel you deserve one?" I asked her. 

"Yes Mistress, please! Please, I'll be a good slut for you! Please take my ass!", she pleaded. 

Summer passed off the strap-on and harness like it was a track and field baton, before getting back into her slutty nurse dress. We got Bella's ankles and wrists into a lockable pillory, forcing her into a jackknifed position. 

I turned her nipple electricity up to 4 and handed Summer the remote, all while plunging my cock into Bella's asshole. 

That did it! 

Bella was soon screaming out loud that she was about to cum.

Summer continued to work the nipple remote, taking it from level 4 to 8 and back again, amidst telling me to, "bang the slut harder". 

With her electrified tits flopping about, all while grunting and begging to cum, the vocalizations and sensory overload had Bella right on edge.

She was shaking and screaming like one of the porn actresses from a squirting video, screaming like she was being murdered. Liquid burst out from the confines of her chastity screening when she finally came.

Again, much like Bella's pony session, this was one of the hardest and heaviest orgasms I've ever seen. Even Summer sat up in her chair, raising an eyebrow to the sight before her, likely wanting to give this a try herself. 

This was a heavy session, we were all spent! 

As we left the dungeon it was all smiles and hugs. We got Bella undressed and un-plugged, removing her electro-pads and lingerie. I kept her chastity belt locked on and asked Summer to go give her a wash- up in the shower. 

"Mistress, can Bella stay for dinner?" Summer blurted out. Gawd she was so adorable sometimes! 

She spoke like she was six years old, asking if she can have a friend over for a sleepover.

Sure huni, if it's ok with Bella's parents, I played along! haha. 

I think Summer likes her new play toy!

"Be sure to offer her an “appetizer” first huni, before dinner", I said to Summer as I left the room. 

"Yes Mommy", Summer replied. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: MDLG Dinner Party

  

 

 

Summer moves in with me

Continued from: 

Say it Again

and

Bella becomes a collared sex slave

Summer and I spent a beautiful three days together in New Orleans, falling deeper and deeper in love with each passing day. We foodie explored, drinkie-explored and took in some of the old-world history of that place. 

French Quarter beignets and café au lait by day, wildly passionate, lezdom sex by night. I'm pretty sure some of the things we were doing in the hotel room at night, would be illegal in Pennsylvania.

 

Hehe. 

The long and short of NOLA, is that we had a blast together! We were in love and we adored each other immensely. This still didn't save her naughty little arse though! I paddled her bare bum right before we left to head to the airport. She was forced to squirm in her airline seat the whole way home, soaking through he little thong all the while.

It was a long enough flight that we had plenty of time to discuss the logistics of being in love with each other. Does she leave a toothbrush at my house now? Does she fully move in? Would she be helping with my clients or enjoying the spoils of dominant life, using and abusing my numerous slaves? 

Anyone who has been a fan of my little Summer from the beginning, knows that she has Mommy issues, she enjoys dressing and behaving more "little" and needs to be cared for like a mdlg relationship. You'll also know that when she needs a spanking she wants it to be REAL, severe, humiliating and for real reasons. She wants actual rules and consequences.

These are some of the factors we discussed on the flight home, eventually arriving at a domestic discipline-type relationship being the best fit for us, with a healthy dollup of age regression and mdlg. The DD lifestyle would always be running in the background with Summer and I, amidst slaves coming and going, sissy maids and adult clients to the Facility.  

Summer was going to move in with me.   

Summer knew she wouldn't have to lift a finger if she didn't want to, there was always a sissy in chastity and a lockable dress to deal with chores, cleaning and all our laundry. We agreed that she would have dominant rights over all of my slaves and sissies, and was willing to help in the dungeon or punishment room, if a client wanted a dual-Domme session.

She was planning on staying with her current airline but would likely just work less shifts. She also had her Flight Attendant, nylon and heels fetish side-business still running, a hobby she was making both she and I gobs of money from!

I set her up and took this one in our hotel room in NOLA. Cha-ching! $$

I think we had it all, the best of every corner of kink that we enjoy and two people in love to enjoy it together! Life was good. 

About a week after New Orleans, I had Bella booked for some anal training. Since she became a collared slave of mine during her official ceremony, she no longer books or dictates when she sees me for discipline and training, I tell her when it's happening. 

A wise person once told me the difference between a submissive and a slave. A submissive has to consent and submit to the dominance of another, every time. A slave only submits once...

Bella was now the latter and for safety purposes we of course had a contract written out. It spells out the terms of how she is required to serve me and what is expected of her. The contract has a 6-month term of renewal. Nothing about how she is used or treated can be negotiated until her maturity date, trumped only by her safeword as an additional layer of safety. It was a good system. Bella confessed once that merely reading her contract, which she does often, makes her gush with arousal and want to masturbate. 

Such a naughty slave girl! 

All of this being said, these are the type of conversations we have now. It seems harsh and aggressive but trust me, she absolutely loves being spoken to like this:

See?...Simple as that. 

Now she has all afternoon and evening to fill with butterflies, worry, fantasize, become aroused, become afraid. The perfect cocktail of emotions for her. 

I asked Summer if she wanted to help and showed her the text exchange. 

She giggled out loud. 

"Hells yes I do! Bella is a smoke-show!" She replied. 

Typically one would be jealous of a comment like that from the person you love, angry even, but not us and she's not wrong. 

Bella IS a fuckin' smoke-show. And she's about to get her asshole violated in my dungeon!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Bella takes an enema