Set, Session and Scene

Continued from: It's all in the Eyes

[F/f] [spanking] [humiliation] [cornertime] [anal]

I am going to resume my TED talk series on a few more aspects of the lifestyle that I feel are important to cover, then we are going to turn things over to Sarah Jane, who wanted to re-tell the story of her very first playdate with Mandy, orchestrated by yours truly. 

Unwinnable Circumstances

Cassandra was the queen of the head games, making silly male submissives choose between the lesser of two evils, or what they thought was the lesser of two evils. This form of psychological torture pitted her male clients into predicaments within themselves. Be fucked in the ass by Cassandra, or have another 90 days added to your chastity sentence, your choice. Sixty-nine with another male slave, or feel the bite of her single-tail whip. Then she would make them actually choose the path of their own torment, before carrying it out. 

Everyone always has a third choice too, being their safeword, but those are rarely used. 

What Cassandra won't do, however, what I won't do either, is to present an unwinnable scenario to a submissive, with consequences for failure. Take this example for instance: 

I'm going to tie up this lovely submissive, I'm going to rope-anchor the Hitachi against her pussy and then I'm going to turn it on, full blast. 

If you orgasm...you're getting punished! Then leave her to the disparity of the inevitable. 

I have electro-pads on Summer's nipples, there is a vibrating anal plug up her ass and the wand is locked onto her pussy with one of those trusty, lockable, vibrator belts. I might tell her she's not allowed to cum, even threaten her about what I will do if she does...

But am I actually going to punish her when she cums? No. This is an unwinnable scenario and I'm not that cruel, plus, it will frustrate the submissive. 

A slow and steady handjob without stopping, while a bound slave just lays there and takes it. I've told him he's not allowed to cum under any circumstance, but I still keep my pace on his cock. 

I'd totally just edge then lock him back up if this was a real scenario. If you possess the skills to do a ruined orgasm, I would suggest that as an option too. 

But let's say that wasn't the goal and I just wanted some head games at play, violently jerking him off while telling him how horrible his life is going to be if he should dare cum in my presence. He's going to fail, it is inevitable. I'll make him consume his mess, to shame and humiliate him, but I'm not going to punish him for cumming, this was an unwinnable scenario. 

Set, Session and Scene

These three terms speak to the planning phases of a playdate, based on what the submissive wants and how I intend to deliver their fantasies.

A session, is the entirety of my interaction with the submissive. A session could last for several hours or even several days, where breaks can be taken into the vanilla world and into vanilla activities, but everyone remains in role, everyone abides by rules and structure, along with official titles. 

A scene, is a specific activity performed within the session. I spoke of admin and ops in a previous post, being two different things but interconnected overall. This would be an example of two scenes within one session, complimenting one another, doing admin before I do ops. 

Let's say for instance that I'm having a session with Mandy. I have told her that I'd like her age regressed when she arrives to my house and that she will be seeing "Mommy" today, for a spanking. 

We're going to do all kinds of other stuff today but I'm starting with admin, vulnerability and humiliation to kick-off the session and this maternal-style spanking becomes our first scene. 

As for sets, this would be the breakdown of my first scene, it's very easy to organize. 

Set 1: Mandy will do 20 minutes in the corner of the living room with her bum bare

Set 2: Called from the corner for OTK hand-spanking

Set 3: Have her fetch "Daddy's" belt from bedroom, give a strapping over the arm of the couch

Set 4: Wheelbarrow pose for the leather paddle

And so on, and so on, set after set, you get the idea. 

Set 9 (for instance): Finish her in the corner for another 20 minutes, bum bare.  

I said before that admin should be real and predominately non-sexual in nature, and in this example, it absolutely was. However, Mandy needs to thank me, "properly", for her spanking, and this is now where ops begins to creep into the admin. Her humiliating attire hasn't changed, my maternal attire hasn't changed, yet I planned ahead to ensure I was in lovely, vintage lingerie, under my pinup dress. As for her, I want her to be engaged in sex acts while still in her age regression clothing. There's a taboo about it, there is a humiliating vulnerability about it, and I want her to experience and tap into this. 

We're still in the same scene, about to begin Set 10, our surroundings, our attire, has not changed and this is why it is the same scene and not a new one. She's still calling me "Mommy", as I summon her from the corner and have her crawl towards me on her hands and knees. She will be made to worship my high heels, my feet, my bottom hole and eventually go down on me to completion. This is the manner in which I want to be thanked for taking the time to spank her. 

Now the scene has ended! I've just orgasmed onto her mouth and lips and she will verbally thank me for that gift, gazing down at the floor with her little pigtails cascading down her flushed cheeks.   

We might have a soak in the Turkish bathhouse that I installed in The Facility, we might go to the kitchen together and get some fruit. The session is still running, but the first scene has ended and she has no idea how many more I may have planned.

When I'm ready to begin the next scene, I tell her what to do and where to go. In this circumstance, this is what I wanted: 

I had Mandy stripped bare and vulnerable, still sporting the effects of scene one, when I brought her to the shower where I had an enema bag prepared and hung. I lubricated her, I probed her ass with a gloved finger, then inserted the enema nozzle into her bottom hole. 

Scene number two of the session has just begun. 

I began the flow of warm saltwater water into Mandy, rubbing her pussy and breasts, tweaking her nipples and offering her supporting words as she took the full two-quarts, her sense of urgency worsening by the second. I left her alone to do the next phases of clean-out by herself, while I went off to change into my scene two attire and prepare an outfit and the setting for the next phase. 

Based on my attire alone, you can tell that we are well into the ops side of the house now. Mandy doesn't know exactly what's coming but she can probably surmise that by wanting her fully cleaned out back there, she's going to be in for some heavy anal play. 

I went with a virginal white for her, to act as a stark contrast to the non-virginal acts we were about to engage in. 

And yes, I fucked Mandy in the ass while she got herself off with her fingers. 

She was treated to two orgasms with my girl-cock in her bum, then I rode her face for awhile as she diligently returned the favour. 

End of scene two, change of outfit. 

A lot of the time, this is an easy way to think about the structure. Each scene gets its own unique outfit throughout the entirety of the session.

I began scene three in loungewear and heels, because that's exactly what I wanted to do to end-off the session.

Mandy began scene three like this, serving me drinks and sucking on my toes as I savoured my drink and her lovely mouth. 

I even treated her to a little end-of-session, celebratory drink, but with a twist: 

Booze tastes better when suckled from the toes of a Dominatrix. It's a fact! ; ) 

I'll leave you with a final scenario to contemplate and I'll continue this learning series later on, as there has been an exciting development today that I want to write about.  

Here's the final two riddles: If you're a male submissive who has his penis in a chastity cage, and you do not have control over the keys to unlock that cage...does that mean you're like always in a session? 

If you're living a domestic discipline, female-led-relationship and that video radar, speeding ticket just arrived in the mail...and you have to give it to your wife to pay, because she controls all finances in the home...and you know you won't be sitting comfortably for the foreseeable future once you show her the ticket... 

Does that mean you're just constantly within a session? Underscored by scenes, like the one described above? 

Set, Session, Scene...Lifestyle is the fourth one, the missing link. 

We'll discuss lifestyle next time. 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Spanked by Lady Jose

 

Raise my Allowance

Continued from: The Mad Scientist

A Sarah Jane story

[F/f] [F/fm] [chastity] [lezdom] [69] [foot worship] [tease & denial] [HoH]

Oh my goodness gracious, it's been an eternity since I last savoured the delight of Daddy's cock! A whole two weeks, if you can believe it! I've been counting down the days, my horniness growing more unbearable by the hour. 

The joys of being a cherished little sex slave in Mistress Andrea's world comes with both rewards and challenges. It's not uncommon for me to receive special treats and allowances, but I know that certain privileges are not included in my standard package deal. Like the ability to unlock Daddy's precious penis whenever I please, even though we are an official, intimate couple. 

One of the perks however, is the regular playtime sessions I am granted with Summer, my sweet friend and Mistress Andrea's wife. That little minx has recently introduced a new technique to our playtimes. As we assume the 69 position, right in the living room in front of "Mommy" and "Daddy", she'll gently finger my asshole while licking my pussy with gusto. Needless to say, I return the favour with equal enthusiasm, inserting a finger...or three...into her bum as I devour her delicious pussy. 

It must have been so torturous for Daddy, sitting there beside Mistress Andrea, watching Summer and I play while his cock is locked up. This was all by design though, a product of Mistress' cruel creativity. I really wanted to help him out and earn those chastity keys more often, or at least for longer. Also serving my own selfish purposes, I wanted some dick! Lots and lots of dick! Summer's tongue is amazing and she can wield a strap-on like none other, but I craved the real thing. 

One particular evening, desperation had gotten the better of me, and I found myself seeking out Mistress Andrea in the living room, where she sat enthroned, nose buried in a book. I approached her with all the trepidation of a naughty little girl, my bashful demeanour a mere façade of my naughty intentions.  

"Mommy?" I ventured, trying to sound as sweet and innocent as possible. 

"Could I maybe, possibly get an increase in my allowance?" My heart skipped a beat as I awaited her response, my fingers crossed protectively in front of my throbbing pussy. But alas, instead of a benevolent smile, Mommy's expression turned stern, her brow furrowing in disapproval. 

Before I could even process what was happening, she'd snagged me by the wrist and deposited me summarily over her knee! A faint blush crept up my cheeks as she tugged my panties down to my ankles, realizing I was about to get a good old-fashioned spanking on the bare. 

My inner little girl let out a tiny squeak of protest as the first smack landed, but I knew I was in for a thorough blistering. After all, Mommy always knows best, and I'd clearly been too big for my britches. 

A few days after that initial failed request, I found myself mustering up the courage to ask once more for an increase in my allowance. It seems I just can't learn my lesson, can I, Mommy? 

My boldness was rewarded with a trip down to the dungeon space, where I was stripped out of my little jammies and my dignity. I got strung up by my wrists and Mistress Andrea gave me a nice long whipping that night. 

But even that didn't deter me from making another plea in a few days. 

FUCK!

"Mommy, would it be ok if..."

DAMN!

"Mommy, could I play with Daddy's coc..."

...SON OF A!

This time I ended up getting a series of stinging lashes to my breasts, pussy and bottom hole - in a variety of very exposed and very vulnerable positions. 

I won't deny it, the sensation was absolutely thrilling and torturous in equal measure. But as I reflected on these episodes, I realized that perhaps, just perhaps, I needed these lessons in humility, in self control. After all, a little girl such as myself must always remember her place in this household... 

I've come to realize that Mommy expects so much more from me than just completing my household chores. 

To earn my allowance of maybe thirty minutes with Daddy's chastity keys, maybe forty-five, I had been doing the dishes, vacuuming, even hand-washing Mommy's panties and hosiery for her. But I was still missing something to earn a raise in my allowance. 

So, I decided to take matters into my own hands, quite literally, and surprise her with a little display of devotion. One evening, without warning, I sank down onto my knees before her, my heart racing with anticipation. 

I locked my gaze onto her feet, encased in the most seductive of stockings and high heels. Picking up on my intent almost immediately, Mistress gracefully swung a leg over the other, crossing them and dangling her outstretched high heel in deliberate offering. 

"May I, Mommy?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, "may I have the privilege of removing your high heels? My gaze remained cast downward, awaiting her response. 

To my relief, Mommy granted me permission, and I quickly set to work on liberating her feet from the heavenly shoes. Next, I carefully cleaned and polished them in front of her, sitting cross-legged on the floor like a little girl. 

Without being prompted, I gently cradled her hosed foot in my hands, showering them with intimate kisses and tender licks, up and down her soles and toes. 

My fingers worked their magic too, manually massaging away any tension or stress she might have accumulated during the day as our head-of-household. As I began to suck on her hosed toes, I could sense Mommy's growing satisfaction, her arousal radiating outward like a warm glow. By the time I had rid her of her stockings and was now licking the arches and pads of her bare feet, she was gently masturbating, bringing herself all the way to orgasm, her face beaming with pleasure. 

"Now I'll raise your allowance!" She giggled, her chest rising and falling rapidly in the aftershocks of her lovely climax. A whopping ninety minutes! Ninety minutes of unfettered access to Daddy's chastity keys. This was my allowance for serving Mommy so well!

Would I choose to set Daddy free, allowing him to ravish me with abandon? Or would I opt to keep him locked away, teasing him mercilessly until the timer runs out? 

Vote in the comments everyone, what should I do? I have ninety minutes with the keys. 

Tease and I'll probably be punished for it later. Unlock him and get ravaged...either way, I'm fucked! Hehe. 

And I wouldn't have it any other way. 

Sarah Jane 

💟

Continued in: Helping a Friend

Thumb Suckers

Continued from: Brutal Tenderness

[M/ff] [diapers] [littles] [DDLG] [bisexual] [69] [crib] [knee socks] [Mary Janes]

A Sarah Jane story

As the afternoon wore on, I watched with delight as Mandy slowly shed her inhibitions, losing herself in the simple pleasure of colouring books and stuffies. 

I leaned in close to her, whispering a naughty idea into her ear. Her eyes widened with a mixture of shock and excitement, but after a moment's hesitation, she nodded eagerly. 

"Daddy," I called out, my voice dripping with faux innocence. "Can you come here for a minute? We want to show you something special." 

Daddy appeared in the doorway, a curious expression on his face. "What is it, princess?" he asked, stepping into the pink bedroom. 

I grabbed Mandy's hand, pulling her to her feet. Together, we struck a pose, showing off our innocent dresses and knee-high socks. "Don't we look pretty, Daddy?" I asked, twirling in place. 

Daddy smiled indulgently. "You both look adorable," he agreed. "But what did you want to show me?" I exchanged a mischievous glance with Mandy before continuing. 

"Well, we thought it would be fun if you filmed us doing something naughty, Daddy, while we're dressed like this," I said, batting my eyelashes at him. 

"Like maybe...we could sixty-nine for you, Daddy, and be permitted to cum, pretty please?"

For a moment, I thought the boldness of my request might land me over his knee, with my panties at my ankles, but then a slow grin spread across his face. 

"Is that what my little girls want?" he asked, his voice taking on a low, seductive tone. "To put on a show for Daddy?" 

Mandy and I nodded eagerly, our hearts racing with anticipation. "Yes, please, Sir," Mandy chimed in, her voice soft and babyish. 

"Alright then," he said, aiming his phone at us, "Go ahead and get started, my little sluts."

With a giggle, Mandy and I crawled up onto the bed and began kissing. 

We lifted our dresses and removed our panties, revealing our bare pussies to the camera while keeping the sugary sweetness of our knee socks and Mary Janes on. 

We both posed for Daddy's video. 

Slowly, teasingly, we got into position on the princess bed, spreading our legs to secure our heads into each other's crotches. We leaned in, our tongues darting out to taste each other's wetness. The sensation was electric, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body as I lapped at Mandy's clit and slid a finger into her bum. 

We moved together in perfect sync, our bodies writhing and grinding against each other as we chased our mutual release. I could feel my orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core with each lash of Mandy's talented tongue. Just as I reached the peak, I felt her body tense beneath me, her own climax crashing over her in waves. 

Daddy loomed over us, his phone still trained on our flushed faces. "Good girls," he praised, his voice thick with arousal.

With gentle hands, he helped us out of our little patent heels, leaving us in nothing but our knee socks, before leading us over to the oversized crib in the corner of the room. 

We crawled into the crib together, curling up against each other as Daddy tucked the soft blankets around us. 

"Now, my little ones," he said softly. I want you to suck your thumbs like good little girls. It will help you relax and drift off to sleep." 

Obediently, Mandy and I brought our thumbs to our mouths, our cheeks hollowing as we began to suck gently. The motion was surprisingly soothing, and I felt myself growing drowsy almost immediately. 

"That's it," Daddy cooed, stroking our hair with tender fingers. "My sweet little angels. You've been such good girls today, and now it's time for a nice, long nap. When you wake, I'll have something else for you to suck on." 

As I little-spooned back into Mandy, feeling her warmth against my neck, I couldn't help but marvel at how freeing this experience had been. In this moment, we weren't adults with responsibilities and worries - we were simply two little girls, safe and loved in the care of Daddy. 

It was a blissful escape from reality, one that I knew would change Mandy's perspective on BDSM forever, the knowledge that it's not always dungeons and chains. With a contended sigh, I closed my eyes and let sleep claim me, sucking on my thumb, secure in the knowledge that everything was right in my world. 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Ugly Cried

Tara Gregory: Brazen

Continued from: Tara Gregory: Long live the Queen

[M/ff] [family taboo] [step-dad] [DDLG] [Daddy] [little] [babygirl] [BDSM] [kink] [cuckquean] [spanking] [humiliation] [cornertime] [feet] [socks] [footjob]

**Warning - This story contains taboo, family-dynamic, BDSM content** 

**Everyone depicted in this story and A.I. generated are adults, over the age of 18** 

In the days that followed, I found myself growing bolder in expressing my affection towards Daddy. I'd steal quick pecks on his lips whenever I passed him in the hallway, sometimes lingering longer than I probably should have. Whenever we sat together in the living room watching TV or just relaxing, I'd curl up onto his lap, my bare thighs brushing against his clothed ones. I loved feeling the warmth enveloping me, his musky scent filling my nostrils as I nuzzled into his neck. 

Mommy watched all this unfold with a mixture of disgust and jealousy. At first, she tried to ignore the blossoming intimacy, focusing on her domestic duties or preparing dinners. But as the weeks passed, I noticed her glancing up more often, a spark of something unreadable in her gaze. One evening, as I sat perched on Daddy's lap, dressed in the most adorable knee socks, heels and a baby pink dress, Mommy cleared her throat awkwardly. Her eyes kept flickering from our entwined hands to my pink panties peeking under the hemline of my dress. 

My mom's discomfort was evident, but I knew better than to let it deter me. The thought of her knowing she couldn't interfere without facing a serious spanking from Daddy, made my insides tingle with excitement. I leaned further into Daddy's chest, pressing my round breasts against his solid form, feeling the heat from his body seeping through the thin fabric of my dress. 

I decided to test the waters even further. While lounging in front of the fireplace, I ever-so-slowly slid off my precious pink Mary Janes, revealing my delicate feet sheathed in those cute little ruffled socks. I could feel Daddy's eyes on me, tracking every movement, as I casually dangled my feet toward his thighs. 

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, I allowed my socked foot to brush against the bulge forming in his trousers. I feigned innocence, but the mischievous grin playing on my lips betrayed me. Gently, I began to rub circles around Daddy's cock with my little toes, savouring the way his breath hitched at my teasing touch. My other foot soon joined in, caressing and exploring his manhood through the rough material of his pants, while I kept up a steady stream of small talk with Mommy, pretending not to notice her growing jealousy.

Seizing the moment, I watched Mommy retreat from the room and up the grand staircase, her high heels clicking angrily on the marble floor as she disappeared from sight. 

I turned my full attention back to Daddy, and with a devious smile, I undid his pants and produced his raging erection. 

There it was - standing tall and proud, begging for my continued attention. My heart raced as I placed my heels on his thighs, my toes eagerly reaching for his velvety-hard cock. I wrapped them around his shaft, relishing the feeling of him sliding between my soft, warm socks. 

With deliberate strokes, I teased and pleasured him, alternating between slow and fast movements, listening intently to his gasps and groans for guidance. The warmth of the fire danced across the room as I worked my magic, our secret little world in this big house shrinking to just the two of us and the salacious sounds of his pleasure. 

I decided to take things to another level. I slipped off my thin, nylon ruffle socks, baring my warm, creamy feet for the first time during this intimate moment. Goosebumps pricked at my calves as I placed my bare soles on either side of Daddy's penis.

My toes curled around his base, feeling the veins pulse beneath my touch. I slowly dragged my soles upwards, the friction against his smooth erection caused him to groan. Reaching the tip, I lightly flicked my big toe over his sensitive head, spreading the droplets of precum that had formed. Then, with a devilish gleam in my eye, I began to slide my feet up and down his length, relishing in the feel of his hardness gliding between my youthful, buttery arches. 

Daddy's eyes were rolling back in his head which only fueled my desire to please him. The sensation of his manhood against my little soles was unlike anything I'd ever experienced, I felt in control, and I couldn't get enough of it. 

It didn't take long before I could see the signs of his impending release. Daddy's breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving with each exhale as he fought to maintain his composure. I increased the tempo of my tender soles, sliding my feet up and down his cock with purposeful abandon. 

I felt his entire body tense, his muscles coiling like springs ready to snap, and then...oopsie! Waves of hot cum shot out, painting my soles and toes in a messy white canvass. I moaned at the sight, feeling so proud to have driven him over the edge like that. 

With a satisfied smirk on my face, I stood up from the plush sofa, revealing in the masterpiece I'd created with my dainty feet. A delicious mess of cum adorned my soles and toes, evidence of Daddy's undeniable pleasure. 

I glanced over my shoulder at him, seeing him still recovering from his climax. I raised an eyebrow playfully. "Well, Daddy," I purred, "it looks like somebody made quite the mess." I wiggled my feet tauntingly, creating a mesmerizing dance of semen between my toes. 

"Who's gonna clean this up?" I asked, my voice dripping with dominance and amusement. 

Taking a deep breath, I felt my own power surging through me as I fully embraced the moment. I snapped my fingers, pointing down at my cum-covered feet with confident authority I didn't know I possessed. "Clean," I demanded, my voice strong and commanding, yet still laced with affection. My heart raced, unsure of how Daddy would react to my sudden shift in dominance. 

My stomach fluttered as I waited for his response. Would he accept my newfound dominance? Or would I end up over his knee, with his heavy belt putting me back in my place? But when he looked up at me, his eyes were filled with a mix of surprise and raw hunger. Slowly rising from the sofa, he dropped to his hands and knees before me, his tongue lashing out to taste the salty evidence of his release. 

A rush of adrenaline coursed through me as I watched him willingly submit, and I felt my own desires ignite further. I placed one hand on my hip and extended a foot, giving Daddy better access to my toes while emphasizing my control over him. I gasped as he began to suck and lick, his mouth working diligently to clean every last drop from my feet. 

After he had thoroughly cleaned my feet, I couldn't help but let a giggle escape my lips. "Good boy," I praised, my voice filled with both tenderness and newfound power. Collecting my discarded socks and heels from the floor, I smiled down at Daddy, still on his knees before me. I blew him a quick, flirty kiss before turning on my heel and skipping away toward the staircase, the sound of my giggles echoing throughout the quiet house. Clutching my ruffled socks and shoes to my chest, I ascended the steps, feeling lighter than I had in months. Our roles had shifted, and I was finally finding my place within this strange, twisted dynamic that seemed to rule our household. 

Tara Gregory 💋

Continued in: Tara Gregory: Wine Cellar