Happy Locktober

Continued from: She-Devil

Ladies, I hope all of you dug out the cages the other day, from whence you keep them. Nightside tables, playrooms or in the kitchen drawer where the garlic press is kept. Or better yet, it's already on your partner's cock and never comes off. Maybe for Locktober you swap out for a tiny, little nub cage to celebrate the month? 

As I eluded to in my previous post, I was planning on starting Locktober for poor Russell, one day earlier, on the newly coined "she-devil night".

Summer was away on a multi-leg flight on September 30th so the timing was perfect. She knew what I was planning on doing with Russ, on the eve of Locktober. She giggled and called me something in French that sounded like maleficent...maybe malfaisante?

Which I think means evil woman. Moi? Evil? 

*blush* nawwww...

When Russell and I used to travel quite a bit, back in the day, we would dress up real nice and explore the local food scenes in these cities. I think it was at a lovely steakhouse in Minneapolis called Murray's, when I produced his very first chastity cage from my purse and handed it to him right across the table. 

Amidst the dim glow of candles and bustle of a busy steakhouse, I told him to go to the gentleman's room and to lock the device on his penis, then return to me with the key. 

The waiter who brought our tableside Chateaubriand, definitely noticed the key that was now on my necklace, proudly displayed. Russell blushed cutely and squirmed in his seat throughout the entire meal. He wanted the hell outta there! I think I ordered dessert then a Spanish coffee on top of that, just to prolong his torment even further. 

Back at the hotel that night, was the first time I dropped the line, "what are you going to do, to earn this key?"

His tongue had me clawing at the bedsheets for hours! He definitely earned his freedom that night. I unlocked him and we fucked until exhaustion and alcohol put us to sleep.

This is what I planned for the night of the 30th, for she-devil night. I invited him for dinner and simply messaged him: "Let's pretend we're back at Murray's. Do you remember, Minnesota?"

Russ was a complete gentleman as always. Pulling out my chair, standing if I got up, gazing across the table into my eyes. We even danced at one point. It was easy to fall in love with him again. It's a shame that he'll have to endure my cruelty and the wrath of this she-devil.

Just like Minnesota, all those years ago, I gave him a spanking when we got back to the hotel room after dinner. A bare naked, firm spanking with my hand and purse-brush, while I remained in my stunning dress, stockings and heels. No hotel this time, my bedroom would have to do!

After Russell's trip across my lap, I restrained him to the bed and slowly began to edge his cock. I was torturing the hell out of him, reminding him that for the next month, he won't even be able to get erect. 

I reminded him that a month in chastity, is the price he has to pay for fucking me, which he was about to do again. I started by enjoying his tongue while he was still restrained, first into my bum hole while I used a wand, then he licked my pussy to a second orgasm as I continued to ride his face. 

Russell fucked me good and hard, for as long as he could hold out before desperately begging me to cum. 

I kept saying no, and denying him orgasm, because it felt so good to be taken by him again. Eventually he was at the breaking point, shaking and trembling in his attempts to fight off the imminent eruption. 

His last orgasm for at least a month. I allowed it...he exploded into my pussy. 

I cleaned myself off his dick, giving him one final act of the comfort of my mouth, before it's replaced by steel, metal bars.

He whimpered as we both watched his turgid manhood begin to list and wilt before our eyes. Soon it was flaccid enough for me to mash into a cage and quickly get it locked up.

*click*

Perfection! I went with a medium-sized metal for Russell. 

Since he just came, his head wasn't into any of this anymore. I sent him on his way. His torment would begin on the 1st of October, when I illicited the help of my minions. 

Russell was in for a BIG surprise!

Happy Locktober everyone! 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Shell Game

 

 

 

Run Through by the Tradesmen (A Miss Julie Story Pt.2)

Continued from: The A/C Definitely Works

So there I was, in my own living room being wet-checked by the same tradesman who just spanked me to tears over his lap. I was enthusiastically aware that BOTH of these tradesmen were about to give me a good run through, which I dramatically but playfully begged them for.

Like a good submissive housewife, no stranger to the strict discipline and sexual whims of her husband, I dropped to my knees and began thumbing my way into Tristan's pants. My other hand, was open and facing the ceiling. I was waiting for the older gentleman to lay his erect cock into my palm like a track and field baton.  

David had been teaching me and conditioning me lately, to use more saliva and use my hands when I suck cock. Now however, I had to summon the coordination to stroke one cock while sucking a completely different one. 

In a short time I got the hang of it and got right into a good rhythm. Too good in fact. I could tell the older fella was about to cum in my mouth! I removed my mouth from his penis and started to move things in a different direction. 

"Please fuck me Sir, you can have my pussy or my ass, I'm sorry I was so carless," I pleaded directly with Tristan who then geared his shirt off to display his 8-pack. 

He finally got involved in the disciple as the primary aggrieved party. I was hauled over to flat surface and Tristan made sure to give my ass a few corrective slaps. 

I looked back and actually saw the two of them rock a high-five, at my expense. 

I started whimpering again, my bum cheeks were so sore. I defeatedly offered up a final plea, for Tristan to take my ass. 

And take he did! Tristan pounded my little arse hole raw!

I was spit-roasted after this, so they could both get in on the action. From this position I eagerly did all the work, flexing my toes on the rug for leverage, so I could rock my body frontwards and backwards on the cocks. I was such a slut!

Once I started moaning like a whore, the older tradesman couldn't handle it and came into my mouth. Around the same time, I could feel Tristan gripping my hips hard and pumping his hot load into my asshole. Jesus, his hands were strong!

I couldn't even remember the horrible shame and humiliation of the spanking anymore, it had been fucked outta me, and I loved it. 

I collapsed down onto the rug and after swallowing the load of cum that was in my mouth, panted out a breathy, "thank you Sirs." 

When they began to quickly dress, I took the opportunity to find my little shorts and top and gear them back on. Vulnerability time was over for this gal today. 

I walked them both out then stopped Tristan and legitimately asked him how much I owed him. He would have none of that, he said he wanted nothing, then called me "Ma'am" again!! What a gentleman!! Who just fucked me in the ass...*twists my face*

No, he was sweet though and just a hunk! I gave him a peck on the cheek and tiptoed back inside. 

When I was sure their truck was gone from the driveway and well down the road I didn't walk, I RAN, up to my bedroom, kicking off my shorts and top along the way. 

I was so fuckin' turned on!! My ass on fire from the spanking, my asshole all nice and squishy from Tristan's cum. 

Gawd!! Did I ever cum! Then again, then a third orgasm, where I pretty much screamed my way through it and bridged my body right off the sheets! 

I definitely need to break some more shit around the house, if it means Tristan will come back!

S.J.S. 

xoxo

Continued in: Annoying Autonomy