Slave Sisters

Continued from: Only if it's ok with Daddy

A post from Sarah Jane

I guess if two people are calling someone "Daddy", logic would suggest that makes them sisters, or step-sisters. I came to learn that in the BDSM world, there is also such a thing as slave-sisters or collar-sisters. 

As I described in my last post, Mistress Andrea and my Daddy Dom were discussing a playdate between Summer and I. I had only just met Summer and she seemed way too excited about this prospective playdate. I guess she's done stuff like this before, with others? Was I missing something? I wasn't overly stoked about the idea of sharing my Daddy with someone else.  

Daddy promised me however, this playdate would earn me the remaining gold stars I needed for my progress chart, to be promoted away from all this pink, the bows and the ruffles and the smell of baby powder. 

Daddy put me into something very cute and skimpy, look at the bum of my little panties!

Upstairs in their bedroom, Mistress and Summer were having a similar briefing before this playdate kicked off. 

"Are you sure it's ok to call him Daddy?" Summer asked of her wife, otherwise known as Mistress Andrea to me. 

"And the shirt? You're sure it's ok?" Summer continued, sounding unsure of what my reaction might be to her choice of attire. 

Luckily for her, Mistress Andrea already sat me down, long before this playdate, and explained the rules of engagement. Daddy wouldn't be fucking Summer, she wouldn't be fucking him. She explained that Summer's presence is to amplify my scene and my experience. She would be serving like a prop for Daddy and I. 

Well...let me tell you she ended up becoming much more than just a prop! When it was all over, I was promoted in rank and Summer and I adored each other.

Here's how it all started. 

Mistress Andrea was meeting a friend for a prospective job at the Facility. Apparently this girl is named Vanessa and was in their wedding party or something? I also think she works with Summer and I heard a lot of talk about feet, high heels and nylons and some sort of nexus to money being made. 

*shrug* I dunno?? I guess I'm still too little and silly to understand "big-girl" things. 

In any event, the scene started with Mistress dropping Summer off at the facility and declaring she was going on a date. Because of this, Summer needed a "Daddy" to babysit her and dropped her off so Summer and I could have a playdate. 

Mistress looked gorgeous as usual. Summer was all hyper and bubbly and Russell, "Daddy", just had a very calm and chill vibe about him. 

Daddy took us to his office and we both had a seat. Summer and I started giggling when we saw the timeless game on the table in front of us. I guess this was a good icebreaker, well done Daddy! 

It wasn't lost on me that also on the table, was a punishment paddle and a vicious-looking wooden hairbrush. Maybe this would be Twister with a twist? Like if we spin a red, our butts end up red? 

This is what was rushing through my mind as we sat there and made small talk. I had butterflies in my tummy and I actually wanted to play a game of spanking Twister now! I had this burning desire to see Summer get a spanking. Maybe it was a little bit of jealously, about having to share Daddy, or maybe I just wanted to see her gorgeous butt get thrashed. I heard she was a figure-skater back in the day, hence the little bit of extra juicy, that fills out her skirts and pants. 

Not knowing what to expect really, Daddy asked us to start a game. Of course Summer took the initiative to deploy the rest of the game and mat, and took a few practice spins. 

I started to lighten up and my nerves subsided. She was quite cute actually, with her little accent and her bouncy pigtails. I was definitely warming up to her.  

When she tried to get her hands and feet onto the colours she spun, I also noticed she wasn't wearing any panties. Naughty girl! 

Daddy encouraged us to keep spinning and eventually I got into it and started playing with Summer. 

We tangled around each other's bodies, we spun, we giggled, we fell onto each other. We both starting plotting against Daddy and deliberately began to tease him and be slutty as he tried to keep his cool from behind the desk. 

I think at one point, Summer's gorgeous looking ass, barely covered by her little mini skirt, was hovering directly over my nose and mouth. 

This teasing and frolicking with each other eventually got Summer and I rewarded with Daddy's big cock! He came to join us, naked from the waist down and sporting a lovely, turgid erection. 

"Oh Daddy it's so big!" Summer blurted out. 

I followed suit and embraced my role as well. 

"Daddy is THAT for us?" I cutely purred. 

My new slave-sister and I began to give Daddy a good show, French kissing each other from our knees and working the flanks of his cock. I had never been with a girl before, nor had a sexual experience with a girl. My gawd when Summer kissed me I felt electricity spider across my entrie body and culminate in between my legs. 

We took turns sucking Daddy's cock while he gently cooed to us and stroked our hair, calling us "good girls". 

Summer used her little hand to manually masturbate Daddy until he came directly into my mouth. I loved how his hot jizz felt, sliding down the back of my throat. 

Summer squealed out with a playfully disapproving, "Dadddddddyyyyy!" 

We all retired to the kitchen for some water and fruit and Summer and I cutely sat on our bums on the floor. We continued to play with real toys and games actually, not sex toys. 

It didn't take long before Summer had Daddy pushed back into a seated position on the couch and was undoing his shorts. I was jealous for about two seconds until I realized she actually was performing the role of prop for me, in the lovely scene that was continuing to play out. 

She was fluffing Daddy's penis nice and hard, just for ME!

She was sweet enough to continue with the Twister theme and create a little bridge pose on the floor, so Daddy could bend me over Summer's back and fuck me from behind. 

When we transitioned back too the couch I got to ride Daddy's cock, reverse cowgirl, while Summer licked my clit. *Groaaaaaan! My gawd that was hot. I came so fucking hard onto Daddy's cock and clenched and squeezed him with my pussy. 

Since Daddy already came into my mouth he had a little more longevity and sexual stamina this time. He was composing himself quite well so the awesome sex could last longer. Then...it finally happened. I licked my first pussy! 

Daddy fucked me and let me masturbate my clit, as I felt Summer guiding my head down between her legs. I licked her beautiful cunt like I had been a lesbian for years! We all came at the same time!! It was so fucking amazing. 

I definitely have new appreciation for having a slave-sister! That was some of the best sex and most intense orgasms I have ever had. 

Just like a little girl-guide with a sash, I had earned a new badge. The "licking a gorgeous pussy badge", which ultimately led to my final gold star of this stage and got me promoted in rank! 

Daddy must feel like a bit of a Rockstar right now too, for Mistress Andrea's generous contribution of her wife, to our dynamic. Maybe Mistress will let her play with us again? 

Meanwhile, around the front of the house. Mistress was just getting home from her "date" that wasn't suppose to be a date, it was apparently a "meeting". 

It appears as though things went well with Vanessa...

Sarah Jane 

Recently promoted to junior schoolgirl 🎀

xoxo

Continued in: Sarah's Junior School

 

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

 

All Three Holes

Continued from: Objectification

A post from Sarah

When Russell returned to me I was whipped. 

I wasn't counting, but I am quite certain I received every one of the 100 lashes he indicated that I would be getting, before he left me to anticipate. He must have been using a less severe, more delicate flogger, as it felt like I was being whipped hard, with force, but there was no searing sting or incredible pain. 

My bare bum took the majority of the lashes, with some attention paid to my upper back and my thighs, above my knees. The sensation was incredible, my skin was electric and felt like a really good sun burn. I was so fuckin' horny for him, to be used by him for his pleasure. Most of his cum had since dried onto my face and wetness was glistening down my stomach from the drool escaping the base of the ball gag. 

When my bondage was finally released and whipping had concluded, I collapsed down onto my hands and knees, disgracefully cowering on the floor, begging Master for mercy. I offered up my holes, all three of my slutty fuck-holes, as an alternative to being beaten any further. 

Sure, I was acting a little bit, playing into my own fantasy of having my will broken, enough to submit to dirty, degrading and forceful sex. 

My ponytail was used as a leash, to guide and drag me over to the coffee table. He kept a firm grip on it throughout, as Master plunged his raging cock into my pussy. 

It was such an amazing fucking! It's making my toes curl even now, as I sit here in my vanilla, WFH office and write about this. 

We seemed to be very in-sync with each other, feeding off each other, in how this was all developing. While he was fucking me from behind he slipped a thumb into my asshole. Of course my naughty little pucker involuntarily gripped his thumb, which was horribly humiliating. I could feel my own asshole squeezing him, like I had no control over it. 

I cried out, "no Sir! Please no! Not my bum!!" I wailed loud enough that if Mistress Andrea was downstairs, she would have definitely heard me. 

I wanted nothing more that to be fucked in the ass by him, but I continued my ruse of non-consent. I'm a huge anal slut and wanted to cum while his dick was in my third and final hole. I just wanted Master to take, not ask. 

And take he did!

Master "forced" me to ride him reverse cowgirl, and do all the work. He just laid there motionless, as I was forced to bounce, with my tits shamefully flopping, and fuck my own asshole. It was so dirty and degrading I orgasmed instantly, with a little flicker of my clit. I kept on destroying my ass with his cock, then came again. 

My legs where shaking so badly I couldn't maintain the crouched position anymore. I sat right down on Master so the full length of his dick was deep inside, as he shot hot semen into my bowels. 

I'm sure I'm leaving out some other details of our time together, in the Parlour space. Times I was smacked and called names. Tormented about having dried cum on my face or a fresh, squishy load in my rectum. All of it added to the overall experience. I loved every fuckin' second of being flogged, broken and man-handled the way I was. 

I enjoyed that Russ didn't start the scene with a bunch of rules and protocols, or feel the need to go-over safewording. All of these things were assumed, before we ever began. The only thing he felt he needed to say, was that line from my last post: 

"This is what you want?"

Fuck YES it was! 

I was provided a robe. I guess to regain or protect what dignity I had left, after all three of my fuck-holes were just destroyed. Master wanted me in the heels I arrived in also, cute look I suppose. 

We retired to the kitchen and very sweetly, like I was the victim of a housefire or something, wrapped in one of those grey, humanitarian blankets, he asked me if I wanted a tea. Melted my heart a little, not gonna lie. 

I had not received a tour of this whole facility yet, I don't think anything would have surprised me though, based on the images I've seen on the client website. Over my right shoulder I noticed a large window covered with a thin veil of sheer, opening into what appeared to be a locker-room. My eyes caught movement and it appeared to be a middle-aged man, changing into an outfit like a little girl would wear. 

Russ went in for a closer look as Mistress elegantly clicked into the kitchen in a pin-up styled dress. 

"Did you two kids have a good time?" She cheerful asked out loud, like Russ and I were two teenagers returning from the movies. 

I blushed and lowered my eyes, squeaking out a little, "yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am."

Russell just head-motioned to the window, looking at Mistress with a WTF face. 

"Oh that. I have an appointment in ten minutes. He wants to be taken over "Mommy's" knee and spanked until he's crying like a little girl. I figured I'd make him dress like one too," Mistress declared to both of us as she shrugged her arms and giggled. 

What a wild, magical place this was. I never wanted to leave!

slave sarah 

xoxo

Continued in: A quiet night in

  

 

New Dungeon Space, Attracts a New Client

Continued from: Keyholder

With the wedding, weeks behind us and the Facility slowly coming back online with bookings, I finally had the time and vision to complete the dungeon space. Although I had the dark, dank, consensual non-consent room with a mattress on the floor, some clients were missing the options I used to have, which involved cages, pillories and bondage apparatus. 

Problem solved! (Little trip to Home Depot, maybe Bed, Bath and Beyond...if we have enough time)

I think Summer was looking forward to getting back into her dungeon groove as well, clicking around in sky-high boots and vinyl, hearing the silly boys whimper and beg for her during a dual session with me. Part of me was missing some of that play too, the dungeon is a fairly intense space. 

Near the upper floor and similar to the feel of the upper floor, I also added a more Victoria-era "parlour." A gentleman's den if you will. (Not sure why I am speaking in a British accent right now, as I write this).

A space where like that show Bridgerton, everyone may feel safe and free to have-at one another, if you can get through the bustle and the layers of petticoat to get to a woman's fanny. This could also be a space where a Victorian sissy maid for instance, could serve and service a gentleman caller or face a sound birching on the bare if they don't.  

No sooner did I ask Cassandra to post and feature these new spaces on my site, did we have a request for a consultation from a potential, new client. 

She was calling herself Sarah, and indicated she was a fan of the Facility and our website, but had merely been a lurker up until this point. She was interested in exploring her kinks and excited when she saw our images of the new dungeon space and parlour. 

It was in the afternoon, on a weekday, when this tiny little thing crept through the door of the Facility and approached reception. She looked sharp and professional while not flashy, young too. She wore little make-up and had lovely, dirty-blonde hair. 

"Miss Cassandra, how do you do? I'm Sarah". She squeaked out, looking red-faced and embarrassed. 

She must have read our protocol section of the website. She knew how to address Cassie properly, who usually remains at resting bitch face, level 12, until she is greeted properly. 

I was watching the live video feed of the lobby and listening in from my office. I absolutely swooned when I heard this little pixie say, "how do you do?" Omg how cute! Who says that anymore? I liked her old-fashioned flare already. 

I liked her even more when I noticed she was in heels and hosiery. Such a perishable trait these days.  

Cassie had her sit and try to relax, while I took a moment to review Sarah's online application from my office. 

When people first show interest in my Facility they fill out an online application. It's basically what they wish to get out of a session and some generic themes and interests. 

Age regression, school-themed, adult spanking. Detention centre, cop-lady, judicial punishment. Sissy adult-baby, diapers and maternal-Domme, to name a few. 

This young lady however, expanded elaborately and wrote in full, articulate, detailed sentences. Some of the things she was looking for, was making even ME, blush! It all seemed so very degrading and dehumanizing, coming from this presumably, well put together woman. 

In moments like this, I have a secondary screening so to speak, to verify and confirm some of these deep and dark requests. 

I buzzed Cassandra at her desk, on speaker so the nervous Sarah could hear me. 

"Please take her into secondary screening Cassie", I said very officially, over the phone. 

"Yes Ma'am", Cassie responded. 

"Secondary" doesn't mean that Sarah receives a body cavity search after her luggage is tossed. It simply means a more detailed questionnaire is provided to her. This however, is done in the vulnerable classroom setting, in a desk facing the wall, so she feels like she's in detention. 

Throughout this document, Sarah will have the opportunity to provide more details about what she likes and deeply desires. Examples of some of these questions with a simple 'yes' or 'no' checkbox, are as follows:

1. I want marks and bruises to appear on my body for days after my session. 
2. I desire to be slapped, pissed on and degraded during a sexual encounter.
3. Unless it's my safeword, I don't have a voice during a session, I am a piece of fuckmeat.
4. If someone wrote "cum dumpster" on my forehead, I would become very aroused. 

There were thirty questions of very similar nature on this document. When Sarah was done, Cassandra ushered her into my office. Sarah passed me the questionnaire with her hands trembling and her eyes down. She addressed me as Mistress and remained silent as I reviewed her answers. 

It took me about two seconds to recognize that she had answered 'yes', to all thirty of the additional screening questions. The examples I listed above are rather extreme, but there were questions even more hardcore than that. 

I sat her down and immediately explained that no one here would ever judge her for what she desires and that it is a safe place to explore her deepest and darkest, provided everything remains safe, sane and consensual. 

When I spoke these words to her, it looked like a huge weight had been lifted from her chest. She exhaled deeply with a glimmer of a tear in her eye, and said, "thank you Mistress." 

"May I ask a question Ma'am?" She followed with. 

"Of course Sarah," I smiled. 

"I saw your new space, 'The Gentleman's Palour.' Do you have a male Dom at the Facility now Ma'am?" She beamed with hope as she asked. 

"I'm sorry Sweetie, we don't." I put my hand on her knee as I spoke. 

Some kid is taking a deep breath to blow out all their birthday cake candles, but some other, greasy kid, leans in and does the honours for them. Have you seen that look before? This was the look on Sarah's face...

Maybe I stepped on her birthday cake too, after fucking up her make-a-wish, candle moment. I felt my heart ache for her, I knew what she needed so badly and I got her hopes up. She was so close to indulging in her kinks. 

"I'm sorry Mistress, this is certainly no disrespect to you or the way your run your Facility, but I was hoping you had a male Dom option now." She pouted as she spoke. 

"I mean, you're really, really pretty and so is that Cassandra girl, but I'm just not into girls Mistress," She added. 

Sensing an opportunity, and from what I knew of her file and questionnaires, I thought I'd try a little experiment. She had a safeword within these walls, she could easily stop anything without repercussions. 

"Stand and strip naked Sarah...everything!" I commanded her sternly. 

She hesitated for a millisecond, before robotically obeying. 

I could tell she had done BDSM before, as a submissive. She obeyed orders with urgency, always acknowledging me with a 'yes Ma'am' or 'yes Mistress' while keeping her eyes lowered. 

"Put your hair in a high pony," I continued to try my luck with the short commands. 

Again she obeyed with a, "yes Ma'am."

I handed her a hair elastic from around my wrist. 

I reached into the top drawer to my left, to retrieve a special little item I had for her. I affixed this around her neck, she could not yet see what it said. 

I sat back down and told her that I wanted to try something, an experiment of sorts. 

I told her to stand and walk to the mirror, then place her hands on top of her head. She audibly groaned, out loud in my office, when the sign around her neck finally came into view in her reflection. 

This was a groan of pure lust, full of arousal and want, but a groan of pure humiliation all the same. 

I sat back at my desk. 

"Ten minutes Sarah, facing the mirror. You are not to move or make a sound." I barked. 

I typed away and called Cassandra at one point, while Sarah stood motionless in front of that mirror, dying of embarrassment. 

A timer went off and she jumped and gasped. 

I stood and told her to spread her legs for me. 

She shook her head 'no' as I approached her spread legs, her face was blushing deeply, burning with shame. I could already see strands of pre-cum, connecting each of her spread thighs like laundry lines. She knew what was coming next...

I used the pads of three of my fingers and just gently rested them against her pussy, giving her a wet-check. No penetration, just a gentle, horse-feeding motion.

She groaned out loud once more, mortified with shame.

My gawd she was dreadfully, dreadfully wet! Sopping wet! Which I used to my advantage and verbalized, to disgrace her even further. 

"It would seem your kinks, your submission, is gender neutral Sarah?" I asked rhetorically, before gently tugging her ponytail like a hand towel, to wipe my soaked fingers off in her hair.  

"But the male Dom thing, leave it with me ok Sarah, I want to help you." I reassured her. 

Her bright, youthful eyes lit up like stars. 

"Oh thank you Mistress!" She mewed out loud, then asked me if she could dress. She was now covering her soaked pussy with one of her hands and covering her nipples with the opposing forearm. 

I removed the sign from around her neck and handed her clothing back. 

"Give me a few days Sarah and Cassandra will be in-touch ok?" I said, as I saw her out. Sarah was over-the-moon, with hope. 

Me...I wasn't so sure...

There was only one man, one man in my entire universe who I would ever trust with such a thing.

Fuck...it's been so long...

What do I say to him?

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: Once a Submissive