Little Spoon

Continued from: Tucked in by "Mommy"

A Sarah Jane story

After finishing up the text convo with Mistress, I gave Russell about an hour, while I read some Miss Julie content, before heading upstairs to alleviate the pressure in his poor bum. An hour plugged, without a re-lubrication, is more than enough time to provide suitable humiliation, frustration and to train his little bottom hole for future use. 

He was permitted to attend the bathroom in private and remove the penis-plug, returning to me so I could unlock the baby pink, leather cuff set from his wrists and ankles. When he reached for his satin pink nightie, to pull it off over his head I stopped him dead in his tracks. "Not so fast, young lady," I snapped. "These are the jammies you will be sleeping in tonight." 

His bottom lip began to pout in protest, as he mewled out a desperate, "but, Mommy...please!" 

With a quick motion of my hand, I accessed the dreaded ebony hairbrush that laid in wait on my dresser, specifically poised and at the ready for moments such as these. I ran my palm across it's smooth, unforgiving backside, tapping it firmly against my open hand. 

"So you were saying...you'd be happy to sleep in your pretty pink jammies, young lady?" I asked, my voice dripping in unspoken threat. He lowered his eyes, sensing impending danger and with a defeated sigh of submission, "yes, Mommy," escaped his lips. 

I set the hairbrush back in its place, and we both crawled into bed, maneuvering myself to ensure that I would be the big spoon tonight. 

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The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the bedroom as I stirred from my slumber. My arm was draped possessively around Russell's waist, holding him close to me as I spooned him from behind. I reveled in the feeling of his soft babydoll and panties, the delicate fabric doing little to conceal the firmness of his chastity cage beneath. 

With a contented sigh, I began to explore his body with my hands, tracing lazy patterns across his chest and stomach. Russell squirmed in my grasp, a soft moan escaping his lips as I found his sensitive nipples through the thin satin of his nightie. I pinched and rolled them between my fingers, delighting in the way his body responded to my ownership, his breathing growing heavier with each passing moment. 

My other hand drifted lower, cupping the bulge of his caged cock through the satin thong. "Good morning, my little one," I whispered, my lips grazing the shell of his ear as I spoke. "Did you sleep well, all safe and secure in Mommy's arms?" 

"We have quite the day ahead of us. Mistress Andrea has invited us over for a visit." I felt Russell tense slightly in my arms, no doubt processing the implications of being in Andrea's presence for the first time, as MY submissive plaything. 

"But first, let's get you out of these adorable jam-jams, Mommy wants to start her day properly." With a final lingering caress, I released my hold on Russell, allowing him to sit up and begin the process of removing his feminine attire. The sight of his chastity cage, snugly locked around his cock, never failed to send a thrill of ownership through me.

"Go start the shower, young man," I instructed, my voice laced with authority. "I want you waiting for me in there, on your knees." 

As Russell scurried off to obey my command, I reached for the nightstand drawer, my fingers closing around the familiar shape of the strap-on dildo. For a moment, I hesitated, considering the possibility of claiming him fully, right there in the steamy confines of our shower. The thought of watching him surrender to me completely, of feeling his body yield to my thrusts, was almost too tempting to resist. 

Yet, even as desire coursed through my veins, I knew that such a monumental step deserved more consideration. Reluctantly, I placed the harness back in the drawer, deciding instead, to seek counsel from Mistress Andrea. Our upcoming visit presented the perfect opportunity to discuss this significant milestone in our dynamic. He doesn't even realize how close he came to being pegged this morning.

*Sigh...

Entering the bathroom, I was greeted by the sight of Russell kneeling in the shower, the hot water cascading over his submissive form. Steam billowed around him, creating an ethereal atmosphere that only served to heighten my arousal. I stepped into the shower, positioning myself directly in front of him, my legs spread in silent command. 

I tangled my fingers into his wet hair, gripping tightly as I guided his mouth to my waiting pussy. "Lick my pussy, young man," I ordered, my voice cutting through the sound of the falling water. "Worship my cunt with that talented tongue of yours. Don't stop until I'm cumming onto your lips." 

Each flick and swirl sent waves of pleasure right to my toes, building steadily towards an inevitable climax. I held his head firmly in place, using him for my own gratification. As the last ripples of my orgasm subsided, I gently guided Russell to his feet, as my hands reached for the loofah, lathering it thoroughly before turning my attention to his cock cage. 

I took great pleasure in meticulously cleaning every inch of his locked-up penis, ensuring that the cage itself was cleaned as well. I couldn't help but smirk as I felt Russell's brief attempt at arousal, his cock straining futilely against the confines of the chastity cage. 

Emerging from the steamy shower, I allowed Russell the privilege of drying my naked body, his touch gentle and careful as he patted my skin with the soft towel. 

As he completed his task, I sauntered over to the bed, selecting a pair of pristine white stockings from my drawer. With deliberate slowness, I rolled them up my legs, relishing the silky caress against my skin. I reclined on the bed and spread my legs like a huge slut, revealing my glistening pussy. 

I crooked a finger at Russell, beckoning him closer. "Come, young man," I purred the sensual command. "Your Mistress requires another orgasm before we depart."

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Bi-polar BDSM

 

Roses are red, Summer is too

Continued from: 50 Shades of Red

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

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

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

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

But not just yet. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

For the record, Summer started all this! 

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

Haha. Sorry, not sorry, baby girl!

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

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

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

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: What Katie Did

'Tis the Season

Continued from: Emasculation

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

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

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

Oh...right, her? 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mommieeeee..?"

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

What a handful she is. Sheesh! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Quid Pro Quo