Non-derogation Clause

Continued from: Addendum

A Sarah Jane story

Mistress Andrea cleared her throat delicately, drawing our attention back to this clause at the bottom of the page. 

Poor Russell could do nothing but listen from his timeout corner, spanked, locked in chastity and utterly mortified that his Sunday maintenance had become so "public", with the inclusion of my two stunning, fabricated attorneys'. 

"A non-derogation clause," she explained, her voice smooth and professional, "is a provision that ensures the core element of a contract remains intact, regardless of any addendum or temporary modifications," she continued, her gaze now descending upon Russell in the corner. 

"The clause guarantees that Russell's orgasm control remains exclusively under Sarah Jane's jurisdiction, even during periods of role reversal. Essentially, it preserves the fundamental power dynamic of the FLR, ensuring that Sarah's ultimate authority is never truly compromised." 

Mistress smiled, a hint of wickedness in her expression as I spoke. 

"Quite ingenious, Ma'am, thank you for preparing this document, but may I clarify something with you?"

I felt a blush creeping across my cheeks as I posed the question, my voice tinged with a rare note of uncertainty. "So, let me see if I understand this correctly, Mistress," I began, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my skirt. "Under the terms of this addendum, I could find myself draped over 'Daddy's' knee, my bottom bare and vulnerable, squirming helplessly as his firm hand rains down upon my tender bum?"

"Or perhaps, dressed in the frilly finery of a little girl, my innocence feigned as I'm subjected to humiliations beyond my wildest imaginings."

I paused, swallowing hard, my breath coming a little faster at the thought. "I might even find myself naked and shackled in a dimly lit dungeon, at the mercy of 'Master's' cruel implements and relentless cock, my body pushed to the very limits of pleasure and pain. 

"And yet," I continued, my voice growing stronger, more confident, "despite all of this, despite the illusion of submission, the reality of my FLR remains unchanged. He may fuck me senseless, reduce me to a quivering, pleading mess, but he cannot, will not, cum without my express permission, is that correct, Ma'am?" 

Mistress Andrea nodded, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Precisely, my dear," she confirmed, her voice rich with approval. "You understand perfectly. The non-derogation clause ensures that, no matter how convincing the illusion of his dominance, his cock cage, the use of his penis for a sexual purpose, and his permission to cum, remains under your absolute control." 

 

I leaned forward, closer to Mistress Andrea, my curiosity piqued by this tantalizing prospect. "And what, Madam Counsellor, would be the consequences should he fail to control himself?" I asked, my voice a sultry purr. "If, in the throes of passion, he were to accidentally cum without my blessing? Surely such a transgression would warrant severe punishment?" My mind drifted toward the possibilities. 

My daydream was cut short as Mistress Andrea snapped her fingers at Summer, who fumbled into her briefcase to reveal a second document. With Russell still listening from his timeout position, Mistress cutely cleared her throat once more as she studied the new page. 

"Should the submissive party, hereinafter referred to as Russell, achieve orgasm without the express permission of the dominant party, hereinafter referred to as Sarah Jane, he shall be subjected to the following disciplinary measures:

Russell shall receive a punishment spanking of no less than thirty minutes in length, administered by Sarah Jane who shall use any implements and positions of her choosing. The spanking shall be witnessed by both Mistress Andrea and Miss Summer, to ensure it is carried out properly.

Oouff, that would be embarrassing! 

Following the spanking, a time of reflection in a designated corner shall commence. This time shall be no less than thirty minutes in length and no greater than one hour. Notwithstanding any article of clothing worn by Russell during this punishment, the buttocks shall remain bare and displayed during this time. 

Following corner time, Russell shall be confined to a chastity device if one is not already in place, for a period of three months, during which time the keys to said device, will be held in trust by Mistress Andrea. 

Throughout this period, Russell shall devote himself fully to Sarah's service, attending to her needs and desires with utmost diligence and respect. 

You can tell Mistress has written official Spanking Court rulings before, *giggle. Remember when she was the judge, jury and executioner all at once? She looked so cute yet menacing enough to make my butterflies swirl...and I wasn't even on trial that day! 

Story Link: The Spanking Court 

As Mistress Andrea finished reading, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation. The idea of asserting my dominance 24/7, but holding the clause to switch roles when I wanted and dictate for how long, was deeply arousing. I could have my 'Daddy' and my pet! 

And the thought of him locked away even during these role reversals, his pleasure entirely at my mercy and control...well, it was enough to make a girl giddy with power!

Wish us luck. We love all your comments and support. I better come up for air and let Mistress Andrea use her own blog for awhile, before she tans my arse! 

Until we meet again, everyone xo

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Update your Resume

  

 

 

Bi-polar BDSM

Continued from: Little Spoon

As Russell's skilled tongue brought me to a brink of another earth-shattering orgasm, I found my thoughts drifting to our impending visit with Mistress Andrea, our...girl talk. A wicked smiled played across my lips as I contemplated how my sweet Russell would be presented for this occasion. He's never been to the Facility as MY submissive before. I thought I could have a little fun with this to amplify his humiliation in front of the girls. 

From his special drawer in my dresser, I selected a darling pair of pink panties and laid them neatly on the bed. 

Next, as Russell watched my movements in horror, I placed a butt plug that had the look and shape of a penis, on top of the panties. 

I deliberately didn't say a word yet, I just arranged the two items neatly and let Russell stew in his own humiliated submission. After enough suspense, I accessed his locking collar, and laid it on the bed as well, near the panties. 

"Choose, young man," I broke the silence and aggressively instructed. "If you choose neither the panties and plug, nor the collar," I explained sternly, "then I must assume you've chosen the hairbrush, over my knee, make sense?" 

I stood back and crossed my arms, dramatically tapping my toe against the floor. I think the Jeopardy music was repeating in my mind as I waited for his decision. Would he opt for the covert humiliation of a plug and panties, hidden beneath his clothes, or would he choose the outwardly obvious symbol of his new servitude to me and pick the collar.

**************

As we approached Mistress Andrea's doorstep, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in my tummy. I had taken care to present myself in a cute yet conservative manner, a stark contrast to the bold statement of Russell's collar.

However, I wasn't quite prepared for the sight of Andrea as we walked in. I found myself speechless, my eyes widening as I drank in the vision before me. She was in full "battle" gear. Clad in a leather corset, gloves, boots that gleamed menacingly and stockings, I was both intimidated and exhilarated by her.  

A nervous giggle escaped my lips as I took in her striking appearance. "Well, well," I managed to say, my composure slowly returning, "I feel a little underdressed, Mistress." 

I wasn't sure yet, why she was dressed like this for some coffee and girl-talk with me, but I went with it and used it to my advantage to flex for the first time, right in front of her. 

Emboldened by the presence of Andrea, I decided to seize the moment and demonstrate my authority over Russell. With a snap of my fingers, I pointed imperiously to her gleaming, leather boots, fixing Russell with a stern gaze. "On your knees, young man," I commanded. "Greet her properly and show her the respect she deserves." 

I watched with satisfaction as Russell got down to his hands and knees, gently pressing his lips against the polished leather of her boots. The sight of him, collared and obedient at her feet, filled me with a rush of pride. 

While his lips were still on Andrea's boots, I thought I'd ask, I was beginning to get nervous about what she may have planned for Russell and I tonight. 

"Mistress," I kept my eyes lowered, "so what's with the outfit, do you have a client booked?" I tiptoed around the anxiousness of her intentions. 

Her lips curled into a knowing smile as she leaned in close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Ah, yes, my sweet Sarah Jane. The surprise." She paused for effect, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Let's just say that a recent acquaintance of yours is chained up downstairs, she is eager to see you after your last...memorable encounter." 

At these words, a jolt of recognition shot through my pussy, and I felt a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation. Could it be? Was she referring to Mandy, the cute soccer mom and nurse who shared in our humiliation and degradation at Russell's hands? 

As the realization dawned on me that Mandy was indeed down in the dungeon, a wicked grin spread across my face. The tables had truly turned, and I now found myself in a position of power over Russell, our former tormentor. Ohhhh, the things he made us do! *blush

How could I best utilize this unexpected opportunity to assert my newfound dominance? Maybe I was after a little revenge too?  

"Mistress Andrea?" I thought I would ask permission first. "May we please go see her? I held my breath, awaiting her response. To my delight, Mistress Andrea nodded in gleeful consent, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "She knows you're here, baby," Mistress remarked, as I gripped Russell's leash and made my way towards the basement. 

The arousal building within me was almost too much to bear. The thought of seeing Mandy again, but this time with the roles reversed, sent such a thrill through me, almost like I was showing off my new pet. As we descended the stairs into the dingy dungeon space, there she was, her wrists shackled to the ceiling by chains. 

A small, sheer babydoll was all that covered her body, slightly torn and tattered, exposing tantalizing glimpses of her curvy body. I caught her eyes darting to Russell, then to me, then back again, noting his leash I held firmly and the collar around his neck. Despite her current predicament, an adorable smile crested her face. "What happened there?" She beamed out, excitedly. 

"Hi, Mandy," I purred, my voice laced with mock concern. "How did you end up down here again?" I allowed my eyes to roam appreciatively over her beautiful body and we both giggled. I put Russell into a kneel and pulled her in for a lovely, helpless, kiss to her lips. 

"Daddy and I have come to a new understanding in our relationship," I whispered onto her lips. "He's my plaything now. I circled around her, admiring the way the shackles held her taut. 

"Is your session almost over, Mandy?" I asked, while raising an eyebrow. 

"Apparently I need to be whipped next," her voice trailed off. "Then I'll be done for today." 

I ran my palm over her smooth, pristine, bum and back, surveying the target areas. Not a single blemish or mark, yet. "Be brave, baby," I said, with genuine compassion in my words. "And if you don't have to go home right away, come find us upstairs, ok?"

I kissed her lips once more and wished her luck, as I lead Russell out of the basement. 

We ascended the stairs, leaving Mandy to her impending punishment at the skilled hands of Mistress Andrea. My mind wandered back to a time when I, too, had been on the receiving end of such delicious torments. 

The mental image of Mandy, stripped bare and stretched out on her tiptoes, her flesh quivering in anticipation of tghe flogger's stinging caress, sent a jolt of electricity directly to my pussy. 

As much as I reveled in the role as the dominant force in my relationship with Russell, there were moments like these when I couldn't help but long for the exhilarating vulnerability of submission. The memories of yielding control, of placing my trust and my vulnerability entirely in the hands of another, stirred a deep-seated yearning within me. 

It hadn't even been a week with our new FLR, and after seeing Mandy like that, I already missed submission...*pout

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Girl-Talk

 

Splashing the Water

Continued from: The Deep End

**Caution: this story involves taboo, family dynamics**

As the doors swung shut behind them, the bright expanse of the living room seemed to close in, amplifying the sense of trepidation that gripped the brothers. Before them, Bella and Cassandra orchestrated a deliberate, choreographed sequence, positioning two straight-backed chairs in the center of the room with eerie silence. 

The atmosphere was brimming with female authority as the women seated themselves knee-to knee, their laps forming a sturdy, unyielding base. The command came from Aunt Bella, low and unmistakable: "Remove your trunks." 

Connor and Marcus hesitated, their minds recoiling from the implications, but ultimately succumbing to the strict disciplinarians who now governed this space. With faltering hands, they shed their last vestiges of modesty, exposing themselves to the pitiless scrutiny of their aunt and cousin.  

Naked, vulnerable, and utterly at the mercy of these two, as their genitals hung limp and helpless. Cassandra and Bella both gave a pat to their laps, and as if drawn by unseen forces, the brothers gravitated towards the dominant sides of the waiting women and draped themselves over their knees. 

As the women's palms descended in synchronized rhythm, a flurry of crisp smacks peppered the brothers' naked bottoms, each strike a precise calibration of force and timing. But this was merely just the prologue, a warm-up spanking to ready the area for the main event. 

With calculated deliberation, Bella and Cassandra rubbed the sting away from their palms and reached for the wooden hairbrushes that had been lying in wait. The brushes were dense, heavy and would soon be transformed into a heavy paddle, dispensing a severity that would leave the boys sobbing. 

As the brush strokes began to rain down, a shared sob burst forth from Connor and Marcus, their masculine pride crumbling beneath the shame of crying like little girls. The tears flowed freely now, unrestrained by any pretense of bravado. 

When the spankings ended, Connor was dispatched to the corner of the room, head bowed and hands clasps behind his head. Meanwhile, Marcus was sent outside to retrieve the object of his earlier transgression - Cassandra's tantalizing panties. He traversed the distance to the pool house completely nude, sporting a very red bottom. Once he secured Cassandra's underwear, he scurried back to the privacy of the main home and into a powder room where he was previously instructed to report. 

With deliberate slowness, Bella's hand extended, beckoning Marcus closer. The panties, still clutched in his trembling fingers, were gently coaxed by toward his nose. "Sniff deeply, dear boy." Bella murmured, her tone husky and sexual. 

His nostrils were awoken with the musky scent of Cassandra's arousal, his erect penis now twitching in Pavlovian response. Bella grabbed his wrist, directing his hand toward his cock. "Stroke yourself, Marcus. Show me how much you crave your cousin." Her grip tightened around his wrist, forcing his fingers to close around his shaft. 

After several deep inhales to the gusset of Cassandra's panties, the humiliating prop was set aside as Marcus began to vigorously masturbate under Bella's strict guidance. 

The toilet bowl yawned open before him, the water a cruel mirror reflecting his debasement. With each downward stroke, she coached him, her language filthy and graphic. "Feel your spunk building for Auntie, boy. Imagine Cassandra's juicy pussy, soaking through her little panties." 

Marcus' hips bucked erratically as he obeyed, lost in the vortex of depraved fantasy. Just as he teetered on the precipice of orgasm, Bella leaned in to grab his cock and aim it at the water . "Now, Marcus. Cum for Auntie. Fill that toilet with your shameful load." 

The evidence of his humiliation splashed into the water in thick ropes. Bella's hand instinctively reached for the toilet handle, flushing the mess into porcelain void. The swift motion was almost merciful, sparing him the agony of beholding his own ejaculate. 

No sooner had the echoes of the flush faded than Cassandra materialized in the doorway. Dangling from her elegant fingers, like an ornament of humiliation, was a sleek male chastity device - a cold, unforgiving testament to Marcus' current predicament. 

Once he was locked away, he was escorted by Cassandra back to the living room. As the game of musical chairs unfolded, Connor's crimson posterior was ushered out of the timeout corner, his naked form replaced by Marcus, who adopted a similar stance of abject submission. 

Cassandra escorted Connor into the bathroom where Aunt Bella awaited. The coveted panties, dangled once more in Bella's grasp. 

"Imagine the way her sweet pussy would feel, squeezing that cock of yours." Bella's coaching echoed through the small space as Connor buried his nose into the crotch of Cassandra's panties. His strokes gained urgency as he finally succumbed to the intoxicating blend of shame and arousal. 

After Connor experienced the indignity of cumming into the toilet like a common animal, Cassandra, right on queue, appeared with a second chastity cage. 

As the last vestiges of daylight surrendered to the evening's gentle hush, the two boys stood in silence, facing the corner for the next hour. Reddened skin glowed like embers on their bare bottoms, a poignant reminder of their behaviour. 

Cassandra and Bella were quite pleased with each other. 

Chastity cages, metal and inescapable, imprisoned their desires, rendering them impotent against the sensual presence of the two Goth women. One hour would pass in slow, agonizing increments, leaving Marcus and Connor plenty of time to think what fresh indignities and punishments await them. After all, they were staying at Auntie's for a week!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

Continued in: A Rose by any other Name

 

She-Devil

Continued from: The Cute Couple

If October 30th is traditionally known as "Devil's Night", I would like to begin a new movement for all my FLR Queens out there. 

September 30th shall henceforth be known as, "SHE-Devil" night. Hehe.

Six more sleeps, ladies! I hope you'll observe Locktober with me this year. 

If you're in any other manner of relationship, be it gay, trans or an arrangement where one: there is a penis involved and two: the person with the penis is submissive or sub-curious...lock that fuckin' thing up!

If you're in a relationship where both parties have biological female parts, try lady-Locktober. I would love to hear how that goes and how achy all the subby-girls get, while denied and housed in stainless steel for a month. 

Have to leave the work-from-home office and actually go to the real office? No worries, choose clothing that will hide your naughty little, throbbing secret. 

I am feeling exceptionally devious and giddy this year, about my favourite holiday season. An old flame of mine named Russell, came back into my life several months ago, when I needed his help with a female client. 

Since that time, we pretty much picked up where we left off over a decade ago, only now, there are a few more variables involved but we have worked to embrace them. He has had a couple play-dates with my wife, including the time he fucked her. I had occasion to punishment spank him, Russell spanked me too, and then I more-or-less coerced him into Locktober this year, by offering myself to him.

You can read about my devious coercion here: Old Flame

Yes it's true, my devil horns are holding up my halo. This she-devil is about to reign over October.

As for She-Devil's night, I am going to invite Russell over for a lovely dinner, I may even do the 50's housewife look that I know he likes. Seamed nude hosiery, red lips and pearls, with a pin-up dress and heels, as I gracefully see to his dinner.

If you're planning on locking up a dick in a chastity cage, be cruel about it. Give the dick something to miss! 

After dinner I plan on adorning my she-devil attire and turning into a complete whore, right before Russell's eyes. 

I may have to resort to some truly bad-girl moves, just to drive him mental as I edge that lovely cock of his. I'll force him to associate the physical pleasure of his cock, to the sight and taste of my beautiful princess parts. 

Then I'll let him fuck the she-devil right out of me, which won't work. He may try, even with his belt around my neck, but this she-devil isn't going anywhere for awhile! 

He's going to cry out, "may I cum please, Mistress?" When Russell was once under my stiletto, he was trained to require my permission before he cums. In moments of intensity or ferocity, we all resort back to our training, so I fully expect to hear this escape his lips. 

And I'm going to let him cum. The teasing and edging will cause his orgasm to be massive. I intend to Kegel-squeeze every last drop of him, before quickly pulling him out and taking him into my mouth. 

I'll clean my own wonderful arousal off his dick, as it balloon-deflates in my mouth. I'll suck and lick and bob my head, but to his frustration, his penis will eventually become noodle-flaccid in my mouth. 

Perfect timing to get it under lock and key. 

I'll be using a metal, medium styled cage for Russell, with a sleek, internal locking mechanism. 

I have some delightfully devious plans for him during the month, cruel and tormenting plans! I'm going to need the help of my two minions though. 

Do I deliberately keep these two slutty, alluring and scantily clad around Russell, all month, just to torment him? Do I invite Russell up to the strip club so he can watch Cassandra dance? 

Hmm...

Maybe I'll invite Officer Summers and Officer Cassidy back. They can incarcerate him for the month. 

They sky is truly the limit when you combine a locked penis with a cruel she-devil!

This is gonna be awesome! 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Happy Locktober