Roses are red, Summer is too

Continued from: 50 Shades of Red

"Forty-two, thank you, Ma'am...may I please have another"?

"Forty-three, thank you, Ma'am...*sniffle* may I please have another"?

Summer counted out loud, all 50 strokes of the crop, as Bella remained rope-bound and gagged on my dining room table, adorned in her Valentine's lingerie and heels. 

"Isabella Octavia! You'll be getting 50 lashes also, young lady." I barked out loud, as Bella moaned into her ball-gag. 

But not just yet. 

Since Summer was being such a sassy brat today, I thought I'd leave her on display for a bit and cuck her. She can dangle and struggle on her tiptoes, whipped and bound, and listen to Bella tongue my asshole. 

I made it vocally known...that I was enjoying her tongue up my bum hole, just for Summer's benefit. 

It did feel pretty awesome though! Bella has good tongue-game for a straight woman. 

I ended up masturbating and cumming while Bella was eating my ass, again, for the benefit of my bound wife, who was forced to listen. 

Then I had Bella kneel and beg to be fucked. Her lovely crotch-rope has been caressing and tugging against her pretty petals for over at least an hour now. She was incredibly aroused and vulnerable. 

"Please Mistress! Please fuck me, Ma'am!" 

From a position on her knees, rope tied and gorgeous looking. How could I say no?

Summer had the displeasure of listening to this too, once I harnessed-up and deployed a very girthy strap-on. 

With each thrust of my girl-cock, I was reminding Bella that she'd be getting a whipping also. Each time I accentuated the word "whipping" and over-enunciated the W-H, she moaned like a whore. 

Her clit was essentially framed and spread by the ropes, which also created a nice opening for my dildo to enter her soaked pussy. The tie was similar to this. Very nice work Summer! 

With her clit so prominently displayed, I allowed Bella to diddle herself to a lovely orgasm, while I continued to fuck her roughly. 

Her 50 lashes followed. She was required to count and thank after each one too. So ya...that's how Valentine's Day went. Slow sipping champs, framed by two lovely bookends. 

 

For the record, Summer started all this! 

I left the home thinking about making her lobster ramen and returned with the groceries to do so, then things took a turn to the scene you see above. *shrug* Not my fault...I just played the hand I was dealt. 

Haha. Sorry, not sorry, baby girl!

You weren't cucked for too long though...you were allowed to thank Mommy for your whipping, weren't you? 

A handful of orgasms all-around, followed by lobster ramen. And yes, Bella stayed for dinner. 

A pretty nice little V-Day if I do say so myself. 💘

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: What Katie Did

All Three Holes

Continued from: Quid Pro Quo

A Sarah Jane story

As I mentioned in the last post, I told all of you that I would just fast-forward to the party that Daddy let me attend. He didn't join me *pout*. He likes watching me with other women, but I suspect he's not too keen on seeing me taking down multiple cocks. In his absence, Mistress Andrea was to be my guide and controller for this particular evening. She looked stunning as usual, it was actually nice to see her again. Bella was there too, but this time it would be her as the more passive observer while I get to indulge. 

Mistress introduced me to a few of the men. My instructions were simple and a ritual I was very used to: Kneel directly in front of the men with my head down and palms on my thighs, then politely ask for permission to suck their dicks. If they say yes, find and expose the bare penis, kiss the tip and say, "thank you Sir," then directly into my mouth with it. 

If they cum on my face or into my mouth, again, a "thank you, Sir," after I have swallowed, and I kiss the tip of the penis. Easy peasy. Daddy has the same rules for me, when it comes to my oral worship of him. 

It mustn't have been more than an hour into the party and I had already sucked three cocks, ending with one facial and two full swallows. I felt like such a dirty whore and I was loving it. Mistress even made me wear the strange man's cum on my face as the evening continued. 

This was around the time that "SHE" came in. This tanned and stunning woman with dyed, blazing-red hair and the most adorable bangs. She was in heels and a collar only...nothing more. She just quietly sat at the feet of the man she was with. 

I had moved on to cock number four which was now in my mouth, only this time, I was shockingly aware that the red-head was watching me. The old me would have been super embarrassed and self-conscious but there was something about the setting, my attire and my sexpertise that actually had me showing off for her, for this random, naked female. I would look her way and arch my back just a little deeper, moan a little louder and allow my tits to flop about with the motion of being railed. 

I ended up being spit-roasted by two of the men, before this symphony of an evening reached the ultimate crescendo. I actually couldn't believe it was happening to me. All three of my holes were stuffed with hard dicks. I was so full and so turned on! "Red" continued to watch, occasionally smiling in my direction, as the man she arrived with fucked my asshole. 

Drool, slobber and cum were everywhere. This was such a hot mess but I was absolutely loving how degraded and abused I felt. All three of these stallions eventually came, but not at the same time. I'm pretty sure the gentleman underneath me came first, into my cunt, followed by a load for my throat from the second man and finally, a hot, squishy feeling, filled the inside my bum from the man behind me. 

I was spent. The men drained the last few droplets from their balls, onto my face and tits and I lay there panting. 

When I finally got to my feet on shaky legs and wobbly heels, I was permitted to go clean myself up and fix my smeared makeup and mascara runs. Bella was freed from her cage to begin sexually serving the guests and upon my return, I was gagged and bound and placed on display to wait to be used again. 

This was the moment that "Red" approached me for the first time. 

"I enjoyed watching you. You're very good at this." She said to me in her broken English. I think she was speaking in a German or Nordic-sounding accent. 

Then, without warning, she used her fingers to lasso a rope of drool that was hanging from my bottom lip, and glistened her pussy with it.

I was so embarrassed...

But that was probably the hottest fuckin' move I have EVER seen a woman do! I wanted to go down on her so badly, this mysterious European vixen. 

As she towered over me in her heels, in that moment, I actually didn't know if she was a top or a bottom. She had the confidence and control reminiscent of Mistress Andrea in that very moment.  

What she said next cleared this up for me, but boy was I ever confused as to what was going on. She leaned right in and whispered into my ear, scanning the room to ensure no one else would hear her. 

"Bid on me tonight...I'm begging you! Please help me!

Then she hastily clicked away from me in a clandestine manner. 

What in the actual fuck...was going on?!

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Paint the Town Red

  

 

'Tis the Season

Continued from: Emasculation

Red is my least favourite colour. It belongs in wine glasses and on bare bums only...not clothing nor footwear. 

Sigh* However, 'tis the season I suppose, for such festive shades. 

Summer wanted to decorate this past weekend and set up the Christmas tree. Of course she insisted on being as adorable and little as possible while doing so.

Oh...right, her? 

Don't mind Bella. In-fact don't pay her any attention at all. She's being punished. She has about an hour-twenty left to go on the one-bar-prison, humiliated and objectified as she is, with her naked ass facing out to the street. How embarrassing! 

These are such lovely and shameful punishments for elegant, classy, adult women. So simple yet so effective: 

Bella called Friday, pleading with me to punish her for some challenges in her personal life. I guess she was holding herself accountable and needed me to clear her slate. Of course I obliged. She'll be getting a very serious spanking when her time on the dildo is over and she knows this.

It was Summer's idea to "decorate" poor Bella with the Santa hat, as if her predicament wasn't humiliating enough. I stopped her before she added tree ornaments to Bella's nipples, which Summer also wanted to do. That would have been just too much humiliation for the poor thing.  

Anyway, the tree was up and Summer was humming some joyful tune and decorating, all while the moaning and drooling Bella provided some lovely white noise in the background. 

When Summer was all done with the tree, the baby-voice began.

"Mommieeeee..?"

"May I play with Bella after you spank her? Pleeeeease Mommy?"

What a handful she is. Sheesh! 

"Who's gonna play with me?" I replied back to Summer, sternly.

"We both will Mommy!" She cheerfully chirped. I simply huffed in her direction. 

"Go get Mommy's ebony hairbrush, Summer Addison." I said to her in a no-nonsense tone, being sure to use her middle name as well. I'm pretty sure she likely assumed that SHE was going to be feeling the brush on her bare bottom, for being so brazen.

Bella's time was nearing its end. I helped her off the torture device and removed her gag. Without hesitation, she diligently began to clean her shame and arousal from the dildo, when I removed it from the pedestal and handed it to her. 

Summer returned with the hairbrush, eager to see how the rest of Bella's punishment would play-out. 

"Go wait in our room Summer, sit on the bed and stay there." I commanded. 

"But Mommy!" She pleaded. Clearly wanting to see this poor woman get a spanking. 

As much as it's dreadfully humiliating to have your spanking witnessed, as an adult, I think there is a decent level of humility and vulnerability, knowing someone is listening to it. The echoed spanks, the yelps and cries of pain, even if they are muffled by a closed door or by distance. 

(I think one of the greatest examples of what I mean, was a few of Miss Julie's tales. Spanked by her sister while hubby is in the house and can hear. Spanked by her parents in her childhood bedroom, while BOTH her hubby and sister listen from another room. Makes my stomach sick with amazing butterflies, just thinking about it!)

Anyway, this is what I was going for here. The ebony brush made one hell of a "crack", that echoed right up the stairs where Summer had been dismissed. 

Again, I actually didn't know why I was punishing Bella, she just pleaded with me that she needed it. She is very self-aware and I hold her accountable. That was a good enough reason for her I guess, to end up sobbing in my living room like a naughty little girl. 

Rather than cornertime, I urged her to go find Summer upstairs, and allow her to apply some lotion to those burning cheeks. 

Bella thanked me for my "help", then took me up on the kind offer. 

Summer helped dab the tears away, hugged Bella and began to soothe her...Summer style. 

What began with some cooling lotion being gently applied to that spanked bum, ended up with a mouth buried in Bella's snatch. Spanking makes Bella so very soaked! Shamefully so. 

That being said, things only escalated from there...

I think it needs to be said again. I'm glad these two are having fun. "Who's gonna play with ME?!" 

Sheesh! Time for me to message Goddess Vanessa it would seem! And go get some action of my own. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Quid Pro Quo

 

Like Crazy

Continued from: The Fourth Guest

Last night I hosted a kink party in the Upper Floor space at my Facility. It was not only a chance for Sarah Jane to make her sex slave debut (or so she thought), but also an opportunity to treat Russell to an early release from the torment of his Locktober. 

Yes, he got let out early on good behaviour. Additionally, I felt bad for him having to endure the month-long added torment of having to deal with the cuteness overload of Summer, and the abrasive fury of Cassandra. 

He didn't realize however, until last night, that this was all an elaborate masquerade, planned and executed by yours truly. 😈

For the first time ever, Russell has graciously offered to write this post. He is far more of a hopeless romantic than I am...and I'm a little too choked-up to type right now. So...without further adieu, take it away Russ...

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Good day everyone. From what I understand I guess I have been a "regular", in Mistress Andrea's blog for a bit? This is both humbling and a bit embarrassing, especially now that I realize that I've been duped, for the entire month of October. Not duped in a bad way. Duped by the creatively devious mind of Mistress Andrea and her two minions. 

To Summer,

I know that you were not my keyholder for this Locktober experience but it was a pleasure serving you.

I can't say that I have ever met someone who can run the full spectrum from absolutely adorable and "little", to the confident feminine strides of your Flight Attendant attire. You're so delightfully cute that I want a miniature version of you to hang from my rear-view mirror!

I took great pleasure in getting to know you better this past month, despite your tormenting approach to things. Take good care of Andrea for me, as I know you will. She is very special to me and from what I've seen, you two are perfect for each other. 

I know you were just playing your role, when you told me to take this photo of you for my "spank bank". 

Kinda difficult to indulge when my penis was locked in a cage, don't you think? Oh, and it tickled when you began massaging my cock cage with your furry socks. You're cruel! In the best possible way, but I no longer need to keep this photo. 

Take care Summer. Until we meet again...

To Cassandra, 

It's a relief to know that with you around, The Facility will never be short on crazy! Haha. 

You just keep being you, regardless of what anyone thinks. You are mature beyond your years and even though your personal mantra is, "I hate every guy I meet", there's someone out there for you. Just try not to break them on the first date, ok? 

Thank you...I think, for your involvement in my chastity sentence. I know you were not my keyholder.

Keep an eye on Mistress Andrea for me. As much as you need her and her strict lap, for your own therapeutic needs, she needs you too. You've become her enforcer, her safety blanket and her second in command. It's a good role for you. 

If I'm ever feeling like I need to pay dearly or suffer, just for being male, I'll look you up, but for now, I'm good!

To my dearest Andrea, 

I knew what I had to do last night, I just didn't know if I'd have the strength to do it...To finally say goodbye to you. 

Long ago, you and I both agreed that the tough thing about following your heart, is that sometimes it takes you places you shouldn't be. Places that are as scary as they are exciting, and as dangerous as they are alluring. 

And sometimes, your heart takes you places that may never lead to a happy ending...

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Last night, after throwing on a suit and preparing to head to the Upper Floor party, I was intercepted by Mistress Andrea on the way there. She told me that I had done well during Locktober and that she felt a little bad that she used Summer and Cassie as weapons, to make my denied state even more excruciating.

I 100% believed that Andrea was my keyholder all along, until, to my surprise, she told me she was not.

"Your true keyholder is waiting for you in my room. You're free, Russell." She seductively cooed to me. 

I was sensing some symbolism behind all of this, or subliminal messages in her choice of words. It all made sense when we both made our way to Andrea's bedroom, where I found Sarah Jane bound to the bed, gagged and blindfolded. 

Initially I was puzzled, until I moved closer and saw what was around her neck. Ahhh. Now I get it...

Very clever Andrea, well done!

Andrea stayed silent, gesturing with her hand around her own neck and her other hand motioning to rip the necklace off. Then she nodded her head toward the bound and helpless Sarah.

Sarah gasped when I grabbed her by the neck, then I grabbed the thin chain that contained the key to my chastity device. I stripped it right off her in one fluid motion, breaking the chain in the process. 

Mistress smiled and nodded at me. It was her implied consent to go ahead and unlock myself. I undid my belt, my zipper and accessed the rigid, metal device. For the first time in almost a month, my cock was bare and free.

I realized this was not only a surprise for me but it would be a special moment for Sarah Jane as well. Apparently she assumed she was going to be serving in the Upper Floor as a sex slave tonight and that some random "client" was about to savagely ravage her. 

I'll do the honours, thank you very much! 

I grabbed a rose and moved in. 

Goosebumps consumed Sarah's entire body, as I ran the soft petals of the rose, up her tummy and onto her breasts. I circled the flesh of the petals around her nipples, back down her stomach and across her pussy. The rise and fall of her chest intensified, before I finally removed her blindfold. 

DAAAAAAADDDDDDYYYYY!!

She squealed out through her gag, as I watched her eyes, once filled with lust and desperation, begin to fill with tears. 

I got her quickly un-bound and got the gag out of her mouth. The little snuggle-bug jumped into my arms and just squeezed me, gently sobbing tears of complete joy. 

Mistress, who was witness to all of this, began to speak very softly, in her best "Mommy" tone.  

"Sarah huni...You have the choice of coming with me, to the Upper Floor, where you can continue your journey as a sex slave of this Facility. 

Or...

"You can stay here with Russell, and be HIS!"

Sarah didn't even hesitate. She kissed my lips and had the biggest smile on her face. 

"Daddy I love you! I wanna stay with you, Daddy!" 

I looked over at Andrea and caught her dabbing a tissue against her eyes. I knew it was time to let her go. I knew in my heart, that what was most important to me was right in front of me, in my arms actually! 

"I love you. I love you like crazy, little one" I told Sarah for the first time. 

Andrea just smiled at the pair of us, and clicked out of the room. 

I cradled Sarah in my arms and gently dropped her onto the bed. We giggled and kissed and tangled into each other until Sarah finally spoke.

"Daddy...can you tie me up again and take me? I'm all YOURS!" 

Russell

xoxo

Continued in: Minute Man

 

  

  

The Fourth Guest

Continued from: Cum Junkies

A sarah jane story

Bella just smiled at me and told me that I looked absolutely beautiful. I blushed, trying to hide my nervousness about the situation. I knew I was extremely well conditioned and trained for this, but it was my Upper Floor debut! Fuck! 

Before the party guests arrived, Mistress entered to inspect our uniforms, I knelt right away. I wasn't sure if I was suppose to or not. She looked dominantly stunning! She was wearing a satin Cheongsam dress that made her look like the matriarch of a group of Geishas.

I was already feeling emotional and vulnerable, acutely aware that my cunt, tits and ass were deliberately exposed in this uniform. Yet it was this uniform that represented the achievement of my slave training. All of the discomforts, punishments and humiliations of the previous months, had now culminated into this final moment. 

Despite my nerves, I did feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Mistress solidified this when she told me to stand, hugged me and told me how proud of me she was. 

"Congratulations, Sarah Jane." She said. "You have reached the highest rank of sex slave at this Facility. I'm so proud of you!" 

My eyes glossed over with tears as I hugged her back, tightly. I cherished that final moment of comfort before I mentally prepared to be nothing more than a mouth, a cunt and an asshole for use by random kink-guests.

Mistress directed Bella to gag me and cage me, in anticipation of the first guests to arrive. 

A husband and wife couple showed up first, I heard Mistress call them Lily and Dan, followed by an additional male. I think I heard them greet him as, Lawrence.

Everyone mingled with Mistress, calling her by formal title, while Bella waited patiently to be called upon. It didn't take long before she had a cock in her mouth. 

Then two cocks in her mouth!

I could do nothing but stand there in captivity, drooling from my gag and watching. Gawd! Bella looked so beautiful and confident working those two men. The way she moaned on the dicks, the serpentine way she arched her back. I wanted to trade places with her right then and there. I was just as well-trained and confident in my skills. I was ready for this!  

By the time the men began spit-roasting her, I was starting to get annoyed, jealous actually. What the fuck?! What gives?

Why don't they want to use me? They can stick it in any hole they want for fuck sakes! Hell, I'll even bang the random girl with my tongue.

Lily, was it? She ended up becoming my last straw...

When the dude who wasn't her husband started fucking her on the end-table, I was Goddamn livid! 

I was an Upper Floor, sex slave now! Cut me loose on the room already, geezus! 

When Mistress finally approached my cage, I'm sure she could see the pang of jealously and desperation in my eyes. I wanted to yell, "what the fuck?!" through my gag. But something was up. 

She had a very sinister and devious look in her eyes. 

She let me hang in suspense for a moment, before whispering into my cage.

"There is a fourth guest coming. He has specifically asked for YOU, young lady." Mistress explained. 

"He wants to be rough. He wants to slap you and bite you and wrap his hands around your throat, while he takes you in the ass." 

*grrrrooooaan!

Oh gawd! I just audibly groaned into my gag, right in front of Mistress Andrea. 

I was a little scared, but I was ready to be the fuck out of that cage. I'm a sex slave. I can handle a little rough. I got this!

Mistress blindfolded me first and left my gag in. I felt her place something cold and metal around my neck and fasten whatever it was in place. A chain collar maybe? With a pendant of some sort? I assumed it was probably a collar with a nameplate that read "slut" or "slave" or something.

She helped me onto the bed, on my back, then shackled my wrists to the headboard. My gawd! My heart was pounding out of my chest! The minutes that slowly ticked by felt like an eternity. 

I began to hear footsteps approach. Heavy, masculine, footsteps...

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I was starting to feel afraid...or was the setting just playing ticks on me? We all have safewords here, this is a safe place! I was repeating this to myself, in my head, hoping my panic would pass.  

I flinched and gasped, slightly struggling, as I felt a strong, calloused hand, claw onto my throat. There was some light pressure. I wasn't being choked or strangled. It felt more like I was being claimed! If that makes sense? 

Then, all of sudden, whatever was around my neck was torn off. Like broken right off from around my neck, like a necklace stripping. 

I heard the jingle of a belt buckle. A sound I am certainly familiar with. One that I associated to being belt-whipped. My pussy was a little too panicked to soak like it usually does, when I heard that telltale jingle. 

Next I heard a pant zipper and some other rustling noises. It was happening! Whoever this savage was, who just had his hands around my neck, was now going to beat me and fuck me, like Mistress said, as I lay shackled and helpless. 

My eyes involuntarily slammed shut, when the light of the room finally consumed them. My blindfold had been removed! I carefully and gradually opened my eyes, letting them adjust from complete darkness. All I could make out was a large, shadowy figure near the end of the bed. 

When he finally came into focus...*sigh...be still my heart...

When he finally came into focus, I squealed first, then tears began rolling down my temples. Then I shrieked a second time, through my gag... 

DAAAAAADDDDDDDYYYY!!! 

Sincerely, 

Daddy's little Fuckdoll, 

sarah jane

xoxo

 

Continued in: Like Crazy