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

 

 

  

Hall Passes

Continued from: I often envy submissives

It has been quite awhile since I have felt this submissive and vulnerable, especially in the presence of a woman. A beautiful, alluring, dominant woman. Once she got me into her bedroom I was knelt on loveseat, while Goddess Vanessa "accessorized" me. I was put into snug, red leather bondage cuffs and an equally snug ball gag. It's been years since I've been in a ball gag. I forgot how psychologically impactful it can be and the amount of drool it causes. 

Being the online feet and heels star that she is, I expected I would be required to worship her feet and footwear at length. She had me do a little, but not an excessive amount. I was instructed to kiss and lick her high heels first, after my gag was removed. That was humiliating. 

She eventually slipped her damp feet out of her heels so she could run her soles across my nose. 

The gentle friction of the nylon against my lips and nose was a lovely sensation and the subtle scents of her feet, leather and perfume was quite sexy! 

While I was still on the floor, on my back, she used a crop to target my breasts and nipples. Next came a flogger, that Goddess carefully lashed against my bound and presented pussy lips. She was gentle, she was not overly strict with me, although I was sporting some very nice whip marks on my bum, which she encouraged me to check out in the mirror. 

I was calling her Goddess and she was telling me what to do and how to do it, but it didn't feel like a serious D/s encounter. She was providing me with as much pleasure and stimulation as I was providing her. I don't even need to use my words for the rest of this, we simply had awesome sex for hours together! It was fantastic and Vanessa was truly a Goddess in the bedroom! Her poor chaste hubby is truly missing out.

Yes, a strap-on was eventually deployed. Used only by her. 

I was made to taste myself off the length and girth of her girl-cock...

Then she fucked me again. 

I had the pleasure of feeling her little asshole, squeeze my tongue while she contracted her muscles into a heavy orgasm. 

We 69'ed for awhile and both came in this position. 

Overall, it was a wild WILD night. I'm glad Summer suggested this hall pass agreement. 

I wonder how she's making out...

If you remember back to the stories: 

Cummy Brat

and

Dealing with a spoiled brat

Sarah Jane is actually being punished in the above animation. If you look closely you'll also notice she is still sporting some decent colour on her naughty bum. She got quite the spanking four days ago. Enough so that it left a lasting impression. 

And her punishment didn't end with that spanking and cornertime. She now found herself in a ring gag, locked into a chastity belt and secured to a bondage apparatus, while forced to watch Russell fuck my wife. 

He would occasionally give Summer a small break, removing his cock from her drenched pussy and placing it directly into Sarah's mouth for a "rinse off". 

Russell would fuck Sarah's throat for awhile, ensuring Summer's arousal was cleaned off his dick, all while listening to Sarah Jane wretch and gag. 

Then he turned his attention back to my little Summer, to give her the good hall-pass rogering that she had been craving. 

She came a few times while Russ was fucking her in various positions and differing levels of aggression. Russell eventually finished into Sarah's mouth, that was conveniently forced open by the ring gag. She performed one final humiliating cleansing of Summer's arousal from Russell's cock, before the scene was officially over. 

For poor Sarah Jane however, her punishment for being a spoiled cum-brat wasn't over. She had one final stage of dreadful humiliation. 

Summer had long-since left the two of them alone, content with her fill of dick for the time being. Sarah remained frustrated and denied, still in her chastity belt and shackled to the bed with a very secure panel gag in place. 

She looked at Russell, helpless and puzzled as he returned to her side with a fleshlight, and positioned it near the bed. 

Ohhhh GAWD! Sarah Jane! 

I know what he's gonna do! Oh fuck you're in for one hell of a humiliating punishment young lady!

As I suspected, Russ zip-tied the fleshlight to the metal frontage of her chastity belt, sitting right above where her real pussy trembled and soaked, housed in captivity.

Then Russell fucked it, while Sarah watched on in horror, screaming into the large ball of her panel gag. It was like she was being horribly tortured but wasn't being physically hurt. This was purely psychological torture, causing her to scream into the gag.  

Just like so: 

Russell jacked Sarah's legs onto his shoulders and fucked the daylights out of that fleshlight, eventually cumming deep inside it. 

As he pulled out and stood beside the bed, Sarah Jane desperately looked in his direction. Her eyes pleading with him to say something. 

"Are you sorry for being a spoiled little brat?" 

Tears rolled down her temples as she made a muffled noise and nodded her head in the affirmative. 

Age regressed and humiliated. Shamed in the timeout corner for others to see. Severely spanked and belt-strapped, cuckqueaned by Summer and Russ and finally THIS! The fleshlight move! WTF! 

Russell smiled at her vulnerable state and said the words she had been waiting for. 

"Daddy forgives you little one. Let's not have to discuss this again."

And she was left as is, bound and gagged with her pussy throbbing like crazy from within the metal screening of the belt. She was left to quietly reflect on her punishment and the forgiveness that followed.

I must say, across town, I was a little more content and comfortable than poor Sarah. Snuggled into Vanessa with her cum still coating me like lip gloss. 

"Thank you Goddess." I seductively purred to her. 

"That was amazing." She sighed back to me. 

"Hey...where's your husband by-the-way?" I queried. I had a moment of sudden realization and embarrassment. We were pretty loud, I was really loud. Was her hubby in a room down the hall during all of this, dick in a metal cage and listening?! 

"Oh Derek?" She chirped up. "I dolled him up like a sissy slut and sent him to Anthony's for the night. He better be putting out like a good girl, if he knows what's good for him!" She jingled the chastity cage key she wore on her necklace. 

*sigh*

Jesus, Vanessa. What a Goddess! 💖

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: A Score to Settle

 

 

   

The Secretary

Continued from: Call me "Sir"

Meanwhile, back at MY den of debauchery, everything was seemingly vanilla. Everything except my wife Summer, who was dressed like a little girl, and my new idol, Goddess Vanessa, who came over for brunch before both of them had a flight to catch. 

The stuff that was coming out of her mouth, oh my word! About what she just did with her husband and her bull. I was blushing and covering my mouth. 

Her wild tales became the inspiration for the last few posts I made, as she told Summer and I about her unique relationship in extreme detail. I was calling her "Goddess Vanessa" to her face, I was so impressed. I treated the two of them to Montreal smoked meat, eggs Benny! A truly luxurious dish.   

When I served Vanessa she immediately said, "thank you Mistress Andrea, this looks divine." I responded with a, "you're welcome Goddess Vanessa," after hearing the descriptions of her playdate. I was actually feeling a little subby toward her, which is extremely rare for me these days.  

From the couch in the living room, Russ even cocked his head in our direction, his arm lovingly wrapped around his baby-doll, Sarah Jane. 

"You made him do WHAT?!" He shouted toward Vanessa, referring to something he overheard. "Good lord!" Russell said as he chuckled and tickled Sarah Jane who giggled in his arms.  

Russ and Sarah Jane had become such a cute and blossoming little BDSM couple. They adored each other, that was evident. Today she wore over-the-knee socks of a senior schoolgirl, a role she had spent some time in now, slowly but confidently earning her gold stars of progression. She looked super cute. His palm rested on her bare thigh, the lovely void of exposed flesh between her socks and flirty, plaid skirt. 

She still called Russ, "Daddy", but that was about to change. The next morning she was set to be promoted to the role of his slutty secretary, and she would now be addressing him as, “Sir". 

I think they celebrated with one last night in her "little girl" bedroom. Sarah Jane was a bit torn, she knew "Sir" would be a welcome escape from stuffed animals and pink sheets, but she would ultimately miss her "Daddy", and the comfort that space provided for her. 

I'm sure "Daddy" gave his little one a good “farewell for now.” By morning, her socks, kilts and Mary Janes would be replaced by pencil skirts, stockings and stilettos.  

Meanwhile, it was just Cassandra and I alone in the bar, Summer and Vanessa left for work. You know what pairs perfectly with the richness and luxury of eggs Benny? Champagne! 

After two glasses Cassie was offering me a lap dance and pole dance. I got comfortable on the couch to watch her sexy little frame, gyrate and sensually sway like a cobra. 

She slowly stripped her top off, one arm at a time, followed by her little bra, before spinning her bare back into the pole. 

Gawd she is sexy! As you can probably imagine, things escalated from there. 

The Champs had gone right to my pussy, which tingled like the bubbly I continued to suckle off Cassie's nipples. 

Cassandra begged to go down on me. She knows I like it when she flips to full blown submissive for me, even though her verbiage is not as eloquent and refined as her Mother, Bella. 

"Please Mistress! Please may I taste your hot cunt!" 

Trucker mouth...sheesh! 

When her Mom goes down on me, she asks my permission like she's speaking to Queen Victoria in 1837. 

What an eager little tongue though! Holy Christ did I ever cum. 

In preparation for Sarah Jane's promotion, Cassie and I had spent the past few weeks converting a loft in my home, into a cool office space with a bit of a steampunk feel to it.  

It served as a fantasy space for Boss / employee scenes for my clients who wished to be spanked by their a lady boss. I was letting Russ use the space to further train and condition Sarah Jane. The Secretary stage is one step closer to Sarah's ultimate goal of reaching the Upper Floor. When promoted to that illustrious rank, she would become a sex slave to multiple partners, couples and required to serve at large parties or events.   

Russell and I both agreed that Sarah Jane would benefit from a mentor. Who better to join her in the office space than my beautiful Bella Goth? A woman of incomparable grace and elegance, who happens to be my owned sex slave and has already been promoted to the Upper Floor. 

I can think of no better mentor for Sarah Jane to help her make the transition from a "little one" to a "big girl." 

Of course these two will need a boss, Russell, to keep them in-line and on task. Bella and Sarah Jane will actually be doing work in this space. We have so much online content, client bookings, fetish sales and the fan sites for Summer and Vanessa to manage. 

We'll see if Russell can manage these two with his firm leadership. I just hope he doesn't get too distracted, we actually have deliverables that need to be accomplished here. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: "Forced" Labour