The Belle of the Ball

Continued from: The Cost of Admission

[M/ff] [piss] [golden shower] [watersports] [kink] [fetish] [toilet slave]

A Sarah Jane story

I arrived to the party like this:

When the party ended, I looked more like this: 

I was shackled up in the filthy urinal room, beside another piss-whore I recently became acquainted with, when a dominant man made me lick her asshole. My once-elegant gown was strewn carelessly aside and soaked in urine. The metallic tang of cum still lingered on my lips, mingling with the bitter taste of piss. There was smeared writing all over my naked body. Words like "whore", "pig", "filthy" and "anal slut". 

In that moment, the writing on my naked body could not have been more true, the room even smelled of poop a-little, having just been fucked in the bum by some random man. 

I had made it through all the degrading stations of the evening. After my toilet brush gag, came a toilet paper gag, while my dress was still pristine and outfit in-tact. 

I had to kneel beside the toilet in a powder room for a few hours, reduced to a human bathroom tissue dispenser!

After this, came the disgusting funnel-gag station!

It was definitely time to wrap this night up and find comfort in Daddy's arms, after a long, hot shower.

As I stepped beneath the warm showerhead, the torrent of water washed away the lingering remnants of piss and cum, restoring a semblance of cleanliness to my degraded body. But my mind seethed, still trapped in the turbulent waves of arousal and humiliation that seemed to feed off one another. 

My thoughts fixated on the memories of being pissed on then sodomized. My fingers danced with a life of their own, diddling my little clit to the memories, until I finally had to reach for the Hitachi. 

In record time, orgasm ripped through me like a seismic event, leaving my legs shaking in its aftermath. I dried off returned to my age regressed status. 

I squeezed into a baby pink onesie, the fabric soft against my skin. The pigtails felt silly, but I went with it, wanting to please Daddy. On all fours, I crawled into the living room where the trio of Daddy, Mistress Andrea and Summer were seated. I half-expected to walk in on some raging threesome of dick and pussy and tits, but they were quite literally watching a movie and eating popcorn. It was cute, Summer was dressed like a little girl too, and was sitting on both their laps like they were Mommy and Daddy. 

Speaking of cute. I felt cute again, not like the filthy piss-whore of my recent experience. I curled into my pet bed in the corner of the room and waited for someone to notice me and call me over.

Of course it was Daddy! His face lit up when he saw me, and he opened his arms. I scurried over, crawling into his lap like an obedient puppy. The other two watched with amusement, and for a minute, everything else melted away. I was Daddy's little girl again, seeking comfort and protection. But as Daddy stroked my hair and asked me how the party was, a spark of shame flickered to life. Last night's depravity replayed in my mind - the piss, the cocks, the toilets - and I felt a dark thrill knowing that Daddy didn't know the extent of my debasement. 

That secret knowledge was turning me on. Grinning mischievously, I wiggled against Daddy's leg, the three crotch-snaps of my onesie rubbing proactively against his pantleg. Mistress and Summer continued snuggling but watched-on with keen interest. "She looks like she wants more, Daddy," they stated in harmony, their voices tinged with sly innuendo. 

I blushed, nodding furtively as the truth spilled forth in a hushed admission. " I was a very, very bad girl tonight, Daddy."

He stood and paused the movie, his hands moving with purpose now. The telltale jingle of Daddy's belt buckle echoed through the room, followed by the unmistakable snap of the leather through jean-loops.

With a quiet sense of resignation, I draped myself across Daddy's lap, feeling the worn denim cradle my tummy, as my bottom was presented into the air. "This is for your own good, young lady," Daddy lectured, each word punctuated by another strike of his belt. Mistress Andrea and Summer just quietly watched my strapping, their faces aglow with mild amusement.

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Slumber Party

The Cost of Admission

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Across the Pond

Continued from: Glitter and Gold

[F/f] [lesbian] [goth] [emo] [dark] [romance]

I gazed over Cassandra's shoulder, my attention was drawn to the exorbitant total flashing on the screen of an Expedia page. "Good heavens, Cassie, this flight itinerary is rather...steep," I remarked, my brow furrowed in concern. But the rebellious Cassandra didn't bat an eyelash, her determined finger mouse-clicking the "book now" button. 

"Worth every penny, Mistress," she muttered under her breath, as I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued to see where she was headed. Much to my surprise, Cassandra wasn't going anywhere, rather, she was flying someone to her. I suspected it had everything to do with the lovely Carley, Cassie's beloved goth-crush from across the pond. 

"You're still hosting the golden shower party, right, honey?" I asked her. 

She giggled and nodded in delight. 

"Tell me, is this flight you just booked a mere coincidence, or are you planning on surprising Carley with an unforgettable experience? 

Cassandra's cheeks coloured ever so slightly. "Maybe a little of both, Mistress, I just really fucking miss her," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. 

As I digested the revelation, I watched tears fill Cassie's eyes, a thrill ran through me - my sweet Cassandra was falling in love!

I could envision a world where these two take over and run this fetish studio one day, presiding over events like this piss party, their chemistry sparking as they guide the submissives through their deepest and darkest fantasies. 

"We must ensure Carley feels welcomed, honey, and empowered in her new role. See to it that she is briefed on our protocols and procedures. Use that toilet roll test for this one, ok? I want this party to be nothing short of spectacular."

Cassandra's eyes lit up, her enthusiasm evident as she hastened to obey, already mentally preparing for the delightfully debauched evening that lay ahead...

**********

A few days later, the gentle buzz of my phone interrupted some Netflix, with Summer's name appearing on the screen. 

I smiled, knowing exactly why she'd be reaching out. As I read her message, a sense of satisfaction settled over me: Carely was officially en route. Cassandra was at least smart enough to book with Summer's airline and chose a day she'd be working trans-Atlantic - the discount didn't hurt either ; ) 

I called out to Cassie who was out in the back yard. "Sweetheart, it seems your British baby-girl is wheels up. Summer just text me." 

Cassandra's radiant grin triggered my maternal feelings toward her. I couldn't help but feel a warmth towards these young lovers. 

As Cassandra's initial elation faltered, her gaze drifted towards me, searching for reassurance as the realization hit her - Carley would be here by morning. A soft uncertainty clouded her beautiful features, like a wispy haze of smoke. "Andrea...is it suppose to feel this way?" she asked, as tears befell her eyes. "I can feel my own heart in my chest!"

Her vulnerability was very telling. I was a little concerned however, when it comes time for Carley to fly home, and how Cassie is going to react. 

With a gentle hand, I reached out to guide her through the uncharted territories of her emotions. "I'll take you to the airport in the morning, honey, ok?" 

*******

As we arrived at the terminal, Cassandra's restless energy beside me was almost overbearing. Our destination was soon in sight - the descending escalator of arrivals. Then, suddenly, there she was: dark hair cascading like nightfall and porcelain skin glowing like moonlight. I watched as their gazes intertwined.

Time seemed to suspend as they rushed toward each other, arms open wide in desperate longing. Forever might not have been long enough to describe the length of their embrace and the kisses that ensued. 

As the spell of their reunion came to an end, Cassandra's trademark audacity resurfaced, accompanied by a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hey, Mistress? Can we stay at your place? You have better shit to play with." she requested, a sly undertone colouring her words. 

I nodded my consent. The girls had two days before the golden shower party was set to occur. I'm sure they'll spend most of it in Cassie's room or the dungeon, getting re-"acquainted" with one another. 

As for me...Summer just sent me a naughty selfie from the empty plane that Carley so recently disembarked. Someone looks to be in the mood for a very red ass tonight! 

More to follow, stay tuned, dear readers. 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: The Cost of Admission

 

Glitter and Gold

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