Handymen (plural) - A Miss Julie Story

Over at Miss Julie's blog, Goddess extraordinaire and blogger royalty, it appears as though she has had a few naughty fantasies swirling around in her little head.

Some cute ditzy'ness has been worked in there too. The trad housewife, all by her lonesome, the damsel in distress who is about as innocent as Medusa herself. 

"Oh gosh Mister, my tit slipped out *girly giggle* - oopsie". 

It started with her actually messing up at home, forgetting about an A/C repair appointment and caused a pair of repair-men to reschedule. 

She messed up and she's going to be punished! 

IRL, she was then spanked by her husband and sent to the timeout corner with her nose to the wall and red bum on display for half an hour. Domestic discipline is so awesome! (safe, sane, and consensual awesome that is)

She got a spanking plus corerntime

Then, just to humiliate herself even further, which makes her pussy wet, when the A/C guys returned she dropped a little revelation that she was spanked for causing them to miss their first appointment. Also awesome and brave. Well done Jules!

The A/C guys return

And NOW...our slutty little housewife has sexualized the whole experience and wishes it was the repair man or MEN...who spanked her, made her suck their dicks then provided her with a good rogering! Ass, pussy, mouth...maybe two of those at the same time, who knows.     

*Phew! What a good sport she is. 

I don't believe she'll actually go through with this, which is sad because it's a decadent fantasy of hers. I thought I would help, and bring her to the place where these sorts of fantasies can come true! 

Nope, it's not Magic Kingdom...

A treat for her, a present. It's the least I can do. 

If I do a decent job with the writing it might even become masturbation fuel for her, which I love to hear. That's the best compliment a purveyor of erotica can hope for. 

One thing that naturally occurs in the Sims game, appliances always fuckin' break. Sink is leaking, there's an electrical fire in the stove. Look at our poor Jules, wondering what to do about the chaos. 

Is that a pipe wrench she's torqueing on? Haha

She's gonna be workin' some pipe alright! Just not that kind. 

Oh look! She can access her phone and hire a repair service! How convenient. 

Don't worry Jules, I'll hook you up. I'll bring your fantasy to life girl ; ) 

I'll just try not to let the repair guy look like Super Mario's goofy brother. 

Stay tuned...

russ

xoxo

Continued in: The A/C Definitely Works

 

Age Progression

Continued from: Two Days a Captive

A post from slave sarah 

As I wrote about in my last post, I just spent the better part of two days in a BDSM jail cell, with my throbbing pussy locked into a chastity belt a majority of the time. I was only removed from my cell to be whipped or sexually used by my Master. It was a very heavy scene that spanned the two days of my captivity. I loved and hated it equally...

Master did some tender aftercare with me and took me to a room that also had a lockable cell door, but appeared much more comfortable than the previous space I was in. 

Everything was pink and ruffled and adorable. Almost immediately I felt comforted in this space. I felt little and vulnerable. Russell sat me down and explained a new plan he had for me. 

I was told that this space was the alternative to being in the stark and dank jail cell for my sessions, that this "little" space would be the first step in my age progression. It was made very clear to me that I would be required to wear crinkly diapers on occasion and I would be required to dress in extremely elaborate sissy attire, almost like a doll, with Mary Janes, ankle socks or even white tights. 

Russell explained that his role would become a Daddy Dom and I would be his "little". I would have rules, boundaries and be protected and cared for while under Daddy's control. Consequences would no longer involve bondage apparatus and whippings, rather, I was told I would be given childish punishments like over-the-knee spanking, mouth soaping and timeouts. The diapers, the outfits and my new lifestyle when at the Facility, would be extremely humiliating, he went on to explain, before showing me little child's calendar on the wall. 

Russell told me that through obedience, acceptance of my new role and good behaviour, I will earn gold stars on my calendar. It sounded like if I kneel and suck Daddy's cock for instance, and accept his cum into my mouth, then all cute-like, thank Daddy for his cum once I have swallowed it, I would earn a gold star on my chart.

If I achieve enough stars, I would be promoted in "age". From what I was told the next stage would involve me dressed as a schoolgirl in short tartan jumpers and skirts. There would be no more diapers used but discipline would now involve a cane, paddle and strap, not just a hand-spanking over Daddy's knee. My room would change and I would be attending the classroom upstairs, for many of my scenes. 

Again, I would be subject to a system of either demerit points or gold stars, based on my submission, behaviour and obedience. Russell explained that after this stage, if I earn a promotion again, I enter an "older" schoolgirl role. Knee socks become thigh-highs or tights, my skirts become sluttier and shorter and my heels get higher. 

The more he explained the more I was really starting to enjoy this concept of age progression. Apparently after the second schoolgirl look, I would become a slutty secretary and one step closer to what Russell was calling an Upper Floor sex slave, which I also liked the sounds of. If it's anything like the Upper Floor porn site where the girls are in those red and black seamed stockings, I'm all in! I'd love to be used like that and be that well trained. 

This entire plan also involves demerit points. Ying and yang I guess. You can't have pleasure without pain, and there can't be gold stars without also having demerits. Russell explained to me that if demerit points were earned, I could be demoted down a rung, like suddenly regressing from schoolgirl, back into diapers and into the pink room for instance. If I was so naughty that I am demoted from the pink room, I end up back in the jail cell, left alone and only released to be flogged and aggressively fucked.

This was definitely the incentive I needed, before agreeing to all of this. I didn't want to end up in shackles, locked in that jail cell and left alone again. I seductively plopped my bare, recently whipped ass onto Russell's lap and he pulled me in for a lovely embrace. 

I did my very best sucky and needy, baby-voice and for the first time, called Russell, "Daddy". 

"What do you say we get you out of that chastity belt and into a comfy diaper little one?" He asked me. 

Of course I purred back to him immediately, "yes Daddy." 

After some time spent at the vanity table and mirror, and with Daddy coaching me on, I surprised even myself when my reflection suddenly involved ringlets a hair bow and heavy make-up. 

It was nice to be rid of the clunky metal chastity belt but I was dreadfully humiliated when I had to adopt a diaper pose for my new Daddy. Like suddenly I was shy and modest?! This gorgeous man just spent two days violating all three of my fuck-holes with his penis. Pussy-to-mouth, ass-to-mouth and back again...yet this was the embarrassing part for me? Having to hold my legs wide and in the air while Daddy powders my pussy and anus, then slides a crinkly diaper under my tailbone. 

I had to put on this hideous, ridiculous satin dress but I was relieved that it hid my diaper. Next came white knee socks and little doll heels in blue gingham. 

This was a horrible and devious predicament I had just agreed to. My outfit and my new role was humiliating beyond belief, but the humiliation was only making my pussy wet and achy. The humiliation wasn't excruciating to the point that I would purposely act out and become demoted, just to be rid of these clothes. If I acted up I would be punished and surely end up naked, shackled and returned to the jail cell. 

My only reprieve would be through promotion. Promotion away from these silly clothes and this dreadful role. For this I had to be a good girl for Daddy, and earn those gold stars on my chart! When his penis was produced a short time later, I wasted no time in going for gold! I'll be the best LG this DD has ever experienced! 

"Ohhh Daddddddy!! It's so big." I purred to him as his cock began to swell in my little hand. 

"Daddy, I love it when it grows in my mouth!" I continued on with my vulnerable, baby-voice. 

Daddy was so gentle and caring with me. Not only did I earn a gold star that day, but also a pussy full of Daddy's cum! 

Thank you Daddy!
 

slave sarah

xoxo

Continued in: Working from Home

Two Days a Captive

Continued from: She was a skater girl

A post from slave sarah

My session with Master had come to end. It ended with his strong masculine embrace, after being released from my cell. I nuzzled my head into his shoulder and thanked Russell sincerely. Not for being released from my cell, but rather, the amazing session he gave me. 

I came to learn later on, that I had spent a total of two days and two nights in that cell, only being hauled out for sexual use, whippings and torture. The most tender and intimate parts of my body ached with tingles of soreness and latent pain. The soles of my bare feet were tender, having felt the lash multiple times. My nipples were sensitive to the touch, from being whipped, clamped and pinched. The back of my throat hurt a little and both my filthy cunt and asshole were puffy, red and abused. 

I felt alive! I felt elated. Everything that just happened to me was exactly what I asked for and everything I had hoped for. 

When Russell sadly bid me farewell, officially brining an end to the multi-day session, Mistress asked if I was ok to sit and blog about my sexual degradation. I told her I was. She kept me fully naked and did not remove my metal collar. She gagged my mouth and set me up at her office desk. Of course all of this, the ritual, the ball-gag and having to shamefully blog about my session was making me aroused all over again. 

I'm not 100% sure where to begin. Much of my session was a blur of my heart racing, ridiculously powerful orgasms, then left in solitude with my thoughts, unable to masturbate because of that fuckin' chastity belt. 

I seem to remember a transition that occurred from one jail-space to another. If you remember back to a previous post of mine, I was bound and gagged in a much smaller cell that only contained a toilet and some shackles. 

Master bound me in such a way that my head was more or less IN the toilet, then he fucked me from behind, good and hard. 

I think at this point we broke scene and with his cum still oozing from my pussy, he did a check-in with me, both emotionally and physically. I think he could see the frenzy of lust in my eyes and he asked me something to the effect of, "you want more don't you? Harder, heavier, more humiliating...?"

I nodded my head in excitement, replying with a "yes Sir." 

He asked me if I had anywhere be for the next few days. Nope...my schedule was clear, just for this BDSM vacation. And gawd did I ever need it, it was truly a slave-cation. 

I think I groaned out loud when Master took me to my new cell and I saw the galvanized farm basin. How horribly humiliating! I actually thought Master was going to hose me down and wash me down like an animal, before using me again. Even contemplating this now, as I write this, I'm dying of humiliation...yet my cunt continues to betray me! Why is this level of degradation so arousing to me? 

Luckily for me, Master locked me in my cell and left, telling me to "freshen up" in private. Also lucky for me, the hose provided came with both hot and cold water. I probably could have used a "cold shower" though, gawd I was so fuckin' aroused! My clit was aching so badly in that Goddamn chastity belt. 

At one point I even tried to use the hose nozzle to spray warm water through the metal screening that housed my pussy. I almost, almost got myself off...groan* almost. 

I tried a a few other positions and moves as well, but it was hopeless. Master had officially taken control of my pussy and my orgasms until further notice. 

I remember laying down at this point, defeated and frustrated. I think I even tried to nap but the deep ache in my pussy and my metal accessories made it difficult. I don't think I was left idle for all that long, before Master returned to use me again. 

He made me stand and squat inside the farm trough, while he fucked my mouth and throat. Eventually his hot cum splashed into my mouth, which I swallowed down immediately. 

I coughed and sputtered, apparently taking too long to thank him for his cum. Master shackled me into a bondage thing outside my cell, that my head and wrists went into. He "reminded me" with his belt, that I was to verbally thank him for his cum, no matter what hole of mine it ended up in. 

"Thank you for your cum Master." He made me cry out loud as he strapped me with his belt. 

I remember being put back in my cell after the belt-thrashing, nursing some very thick welts and crying into my little cot. 

There was still no relief for my naughty cunt, which was more or less gushing through the metal screening at this point. 

The next visit from Master I think it was my tits and nipples, that became the focus of my masochistic desires. A flogger, clothespins, clamps and even electro-pads. I received all of the wonderful and torturous sensations. 

I did manage to sleep through the night, both nights in-fact, despite the rigid chastity belt. The belt was occasionally removed throughout my slavery and I experienced some of the hardest and most ferocious orgasms of my life!

I loved all of the sweet torture and being used repeatedly as Master's fuck toy, but I didn't like the moments where I was left alone and wasn't being cuddled or played with. 

However, this is the session I asked for. When those steel bars rattled shut and my cell was locked, I began to question whether or not some things are best left to fantasy...

I'm glad I got to experience this though. I had a safeword, I didn't use it. I can't picture myself asking for the captive, consensual non-consent option again. I suppose if I disobeyed or misbehaved I could be sent here as punishment, but I wouldn't be looking forward to it!

That being said, when my session ended and before I was turned over to Mistress to sit here and type, I was taken to another room of the house and given an option. This room was very pink and frilly.

I was then given the choice to trade in Master for "Daddy".

This was a very interesting turn of events indeed. I'm not sure what path to choose yet...

slave sarah 

xoxo

Continued in: Age Progression

 

Sarah and Russell return

Continued from: And the winner is...

A post from slave sarah

It had been quite some time since that first session with Russell, where he whipped me and used all three of my fuck-holes. Even now, as I sit here and type this between my zoom meetings, the memories of that afternoon have my panties soaked. 

The good news is, we have been texting (sexting) ever since, he is training me and developing me into exactly what he wants. I am to be his whore, his personal slut, one step above an inflatable sex doll, and I absolutely love it!

I have never met a man more thorough than Russell, who I now only address as Master or Sir. His attention to detail always keeps me on my toes, both literally and figuratively. I have structure in my life now, rules to follow and severe consequences for misbehaviour. My nails and toes are always done, baby pink, by Master's request. I also find myself wearing hosiery more often, with high heels, and I now favour dresses and skirts to pants. 

He has me on a strict orgasm diet. I am not to masturbate without his permission and can definitely not cum without his permission. This has been frustrating at times, but I'm more or less walking around in a constant state of arousal 24/7...which is exactly how Master wants me, absolutely begging for it. 

Over the past few months, since our first session together, I have learned positioning, expanded my wardrobe and impressed my Master through my own degrading obedience to him. He was ready to see me again and see to me he certainly did! Mistress Andrea is "making" me blog about it, to humiliate and degrade me even further. 

Here goes...

It was a Tuesday morning. Mistress greeted me when I arrived in my cute dress and pantyhose. Master ordered me to arrive this way, feminine and classy, always in heels. 

I had forgotten just how beautiful Mistress was and how well she commanded over me, without ever needing to say a word. She directed me toward that locker room which, through a large window, is visible to her kitchen. She told me to strip fully naked in the locker room, do my hair into a high-pony, then come find her. I was so embarrassed, yet each time she told me what to do my clit jumped and trembled in anticipation of her next command. 

I did as I was told and underwent the walk of shame from the lobby and into the locker room. The last time I was in this house, in the kitchen to be exact, I remember seeing some dreadfully humiliated man in there, dressed like a little girl and sitting on one of the benches. 

Now it was my turn, to maybe feel what that man had felt, a mixture of shame, anticipation and excitement, to be so exposed and publicly humiliated. I knew Mistress had a wife named Summer, who I have not yet met. As I began to strip naked I was praying she wasn't in the kitchen, watching me. It was bad enough to be naked in front of the stunning Mistress Andrea. 

I tiptoed out of the locker room, having seen Mistress in the kitchen through the glass. The tile was cold against my bare feet and was causing my nipples to harden. I padded my way over to Mistress and told her I was ready. I kept my eyes lowered in her presence, as Master had taught me, and only addressed her as Ma'am. 

She looked me up and down quickly, before inviting me to follow her upstairs. Master wanted me accessorized and kneeling for him and I guess Mistress was tasked to assist. 

With a snap and a point to the floor she had me kneeling. I think she was testing how sharp and well-trained I had become. I got into a kneel for her urgently, remembering to keep my eyes down, back arched and tits thrust out. I noticed first, on the coffee table, a collection of chain, heavy metal shackles and padlocks. My butterflies were raging at this point!

Mistress was gentle and remained quiet, as she drew each of my hands into hers, one by one, to apply the metal cuffs and click a padlock shut. My ankles too and finally a collar, all adorned with these stainless cuffs each of which got their own padlock. 

I liked the heavy weight feel of these shackles. It was making me feel more captive and more like a sex slave. 

The silence was broken when she asked me if Master had any preparations before this session that I had to do at home. My face burned with embarrassment, obviously Mistress knew what I was made to do. 

I responded to her with a little hesitation, not enough to get me struck or punished it would seem. 

"Yes Ma'am, I gave myself a soapy enema Ma'am, released it, then took a second clear-water one, as a rinse out." 

Fuck me! I was so humiliated, which only got worse when she suddenly asked me to present my asshole to her. 

I stood with urgency, sharp like a soldier coming to attention. Master and I had practiced and drilled all of this into me, I knew what was expected. I bent at the waist for Mistress and shamefully spread my ass cheeks open to present her my bare asshole. 

"Very smooth and pretty young lady, such a healthy and pink little pucker." Mistress then said. 

I died a little bit inside, it was so humiliating to hear her speak like this, so matter-of-factly about my butt hole! Sure enough my cunt was soaked, I couldn't help it. I hoped she didn't see. I held my spread position for her as she slathered a healthy amount of lubricant onto my asshole. I clenched from the cold sensation but Mistress told me to relax. She told me that Master wanted me plugged. 

Once was anus was stretched and full, I was snapped back to the floor with a point, once again into a kneel. Mistress told me to wait for Master then she clicked out of the room. I was alone with my thoughts. 

When Master eventually arrived I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest. He wasn't holding a whip or his belt, no toys or crops. I didn't know what to expect from this session but my pussy was burning with a deep ache.  

He attached a chain to my collar ring and simply told me to follow him. I was taken down to the basement to an area of the house I had never seen before. Some parts were dark, there was a slight dampness in the air but it was at least warm, even with my nakedness. 

He led me by the chain leash to a far corner of a stone-walled room, where I could see a cell. He produced a large key to unlock the heavy metal door, then told me to get inside. I whimpered in defeat but didn't protest. I tiptoed into this small space obediently.

I think it was like a shitty old linoleum floor. Whatever it was it was cold against my bum and when Master put me into a sit, the anal plug pressed deeper into my asshole. I couldn’t stop myself from groaning like a whore when I felt that plug violate my ass.

My shackles were all connected and locked together and I was put into a heavy duty, strict harness gag with a leather blindfold. The cell door creaked shut and I jumped when the lock ratted into place. 

"When I feel like fucking you in the ass, I'll be back..."

This was the last thing he said to me, before I was left alone in that three by three cell. Unable to see, drooling from my gag and clenching the anal plug with my pucker. 

And what was occupying my mind, in my captive solitude, was the hope that I'd soon be fucked in the ass. I may not look it, from the image above, but I was so freakin' excited!

slave sarah 

xo

Continued in: Toilet Sex

 

And the winner is...

Continued from: Sissy School

It was the final day, the grand finale, of sissy Lexi's weekend under the care of this dominant couple. Lexi is the name provided to this hetero male, every Friday when he checks himself in for a weekend of crippling humiliation, cuckolding and "forced" bi-sexuality. 

On Sunday's, after Sunday school had finished for Lexi, he brought a note home to his "parents" indicating his bare bottom was caned at school for misbehaviour. He now has to feel the wrath of either Mommy or Daddy. 

Like a wheel of chance, Lexi nervously stood in front of his simulated parents, and tore open the envelope he was holding. After a quick glance at the card inside, he held back tears, focused his eyes toward Erin and squeaked out: 

"Mommy, may I please be given a spanking, Ma'am?" 

"Yes young lady, you may," Erin spoke sternly. "Now get that bum bare and get in the corner." Erin barked. 

"Yes Ma'am," Lexi replied. 

"Mommy will come get you when it's time Alexis," Erin added. She clicked out of the room to go change into more of an old-fashioned, Mommy look. 

For the next 45 minutes, Lexi stood in the living room corner with his caned bum on display. Brad watched TV in the same room and puttered around within earshot and in the kitchen, carrying on with his vanilla life, as the sissy nervously waited. 

He had plenty of quiet thought while he was in timeout, to process the fact that he was about to spanked by Mommy. His stomach sickened with humiliation, as he reflected on the times he has been spanked over Brad's lap, sometimes fully naked in only his chastity cage and having to call him "Daddy". 

He had a genuine fear of Daddy's belt, that Brad would snap through the loops of his jeans before doubling it over, causing the buckle to jingle. 

Today however, Lexi now knew he was in for a little less humiliating spanking, at the hands of "Mommy", but equally, if not more of a severe blistering of his bare bum. Erin was always more strict with maternal discipline of this kind and she used more implements than Daddy spankings. 

Lexi shivered with nerves, as he thought about Mommy's slipper, her wooden spoon and tears began to form when his mind fixated on her long-handled bath brush and how brutally severe it can be. 

But...this was all something he asked this couple for, it was his fantasy...as a sissy spanko cuckold. 

Lexi's quiet reflection in the corner ended quickly and shockingly, as Erin grabbed him by the earlobe and marched him out of the room. 

"Let's go young lady, you're totally in for it." Erin threatened. 

Sunday spankings for Lexi are sometimes witnessed, Mommy spanking the naughty little Lexi in front of Daddy and so on, but not today. Erin wanted the wails of sobbing and cracks of wood against buttocks to echo down the stairs where Brad would remain. 

She lobe-marched the poor sissy all the way to Mommy and Daddy's bedroom where Lexi was stripped nude to just her school socks and Mary Janes. The OTK chair was waiting, and Lexi was stood directly in front of Mommy. Once Erin sat, her vantage point would be directly on the tiny pink chastity cage that was locked onto Lexi's penis. 

Mommy cupped the cage and balls into her hand. 

"Are you becoming aroused young lady?" She asked. 

Lexi groaned in utter humiliation, mewing out a, "Mommy, nooooo!"

"Is your little pee pee trying to get hard in that cage Alexa?" Erin continued as she reached for the dreaded bath brush. 

Sissy Lexi, overwhelmed by the relentless humiliation and fear of the spanking to come, began to cry big wet tears. 

"There we go young lady, right where Mommy needs you to be, its ok to cry", Erin cooed to him. "Now, lets get this unsightly thing covered up before you go over Mommy's knee. I don't want any white stains on my stockings." Erin stated. 

With that, she produced a pink satin pouch, trimmed with delicate lace and an elasticized opening. She slipped this humiliating item over Lexi's chastity cage and his balls. He continued to softly cry as his face reddened even further. 

Erin took up a more comfortable seat on the couch and draped Lexi across her strict lap. With Lexi's torso supported by the couch, Erin began the long and thorough warm-up with her hand. 

The slipper came next for this sissy slave, followed by the wooden spoon and finally the vicious bath brush. Erin didn't let up until she was sure Lexi's wails could be heard by the neighbours, amidst the deep, wooden smacks. Lexi was crying out, "I'll be a good girl Mommy, please no more," when Erin finally finished with him. 

Again, it was Sunday, now late in the afternoon. Erin or Brad deliver the same manner of spanking to Lexi every Sunday, to mark the end of his weekend of sissy slavery. They each ensure that Lexi feels the spanking all throughout the week, right up until the following Friday, when he's ready to return to them once again. 

Lexi spends about an hour in the corner when his spanking finishes, with his bare bum on display. He usually continues to cry for part of his timeout, all while listening to Erin and Brad fuck on the bed, or fuck right beside him. 

Lexi's penis is never brought up in a sexual context, there is never mention of a key to unlock it. If he ever asks permission to be unlocked he gets punished immediately. 

This poor sissy gets to listen only and sometimes taste. 

Once Brad has unloaded into Erin's gorgeous pussy, Lexi once again has a chance to taste his sweet Mistress but yes, it will involve taking Brad's cock into his mouth. 

Lexi is then on the clean-up detail of Brad's cock first, sucking and licking it fully clean, before tending to Erin's pussy, to clean and consume all of the cum. 

The sissy is then sent to the bathroom with nail polish remover and makeup remover, his male clothes are returned to him and he is sent on his way. 

Brad makes himself scarce and Erin sees Lexi to the door, kissing him on the cheek and cheerfully saying, "see you next Friday Huni!" 

What a lifestyle! 

**Special thanks to the fan and reader who submissively suggested this entire storyline**

It started here, with a post called Sissy slave to a couple

Mistress Andrea

xoxo