Roommates

Continued from: Boardrooms & Bedrooms

If you remember, during the last post, my ears perked up like a deer, when young Skylar casually made a comment about spanking her roommate in university. That's right, this Skylar, the Librarian, with absolutely no experience in BDSM: 

My mind spun a visual of two giggling 19-year-olds with tequila on their breath, tickling and wrestling on their single beds after the bar. A couple smacks on the bum for one of them being too drunk, followed by a pass-out and the promise of a hangover the next morning. 

"No, it was for REAL." Skylar corrected, and began to tell me the whole story. 

By the end of her tale my mouth was dry, my jaw was on the floor, and the butterflies in my tummy were raging like a storm. 

Skylar has published papers, written a doctoral thesis and obviously reads like a fiend. She is very well-written and well-spoken. I thought I would ask her to write this one herself, she reluctantly agreed. Take it away, Sky. 

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I remember the day we met like it was yesterday. I had just finished unpacking my bags in our shared dorm room, my muscles aching from the effort of lugging my belongings up three flights of stairs. As I stood there, surveying my already cluttered space, the door swung open and in walked this vision of exotic beauty. 

"Hi, I'm Eesha Patel," she said in a subdued tone. 

Eesha was petite, with long, raven-black hair. Her almond shaped eyes were green, framed by impossibly long lashes, and her lips were set in a shy smile. She was dressed simply, in jeans and a loose t-shirt.

I introduced myself, exchanging pleasantries and discussing our fields of study. Eesha was going to be a doctor. I could sense a tension in her, a coiled energy that seemed at odds with her gentle demeanour.

Over the next few months, as we settled into our routines, I noticed small things about Eesha. The way she would bite her lip when in deep thought, the nervous habit of twirling a lock of hair around her finger when stressed. She confided in me about her struggles with the demanding course load, her fear of falling behind. 

One day, in our second semester, Eesha burst into our room, her face flushed with anger and disappointment. She slammed her backpack onto her bed, sending papers flying everywhere. I looked up from my computer, startled by the sudden commotion. 

"What's wrong?" I asked, concern etched on my face. Eesha turned to me, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. 

"I failed," she whispered, her voice trembling. 

"Failed? But you're one of the top students at this entire university!" I protested, rising from my bed to comfort her. 

Eesha shook her head vehemently. "No, you don't understand. I got an 86 on my biochemistry exam."

I frowned, confused. "But that's a great mark. What's the problem?" 

Eesha sank onto her bed, her shoulders slumping. "In my family, anything less that a 90 is considered a failure. If my parents knew..." She trailed off, a shudder running through her body. 

"When I was younger, if I ever brought home a grade like this, my mother...my father would..." She hesitated, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "They would punish me," she admitted in a rush, her gaze fixed on the floor. 

I stared at her, shock and something else, something darker and more thrilling, coursing through me. "Like…Spank you? For getting a B+?" 

Eesha nodded miserably. 

"I know it sounds crazy, but it's how I was raised. The fear of disappointing them, of facing that punishment...it drove me to excel. And now, here I am, failing without that motivation. 

The next evening, as we prepared for bed, the atmosphere in our room was thick with tension. Eesha moved silently, her movements jerky and uncertain. She was dressed in a simple tee and sleep shorts, as I was. 

She climbed into bed and paused, her hand trembling as she reached for something on her nightstand. Slowly, she turned to face me, her eyes downcast, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. In her hand was the crumpled test paper, the damming 86 circled in angry red ink. Without a word she held it out to me, her arm shaking slightly. I took the paper, smoothing it out on my lap, my heart pounding in my chest. 

When I looked up, Eesha had sunk to her knees beside my bed, her head bowed low. "Please," she whispered, her voice barley audible, "I need you to punish me. Like my parents would. I deserve it for failing." 

I stared at her, my mouth suddenly dry, my palms sweating. The sight of her, so vulnerable, so desperate, ignited something within me. A darkness I had always known lurked beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to emerge. I swallowed hard, my gaze flicking from the test paper to Eesha's trembling form. 

I sat up straighter on my bed, the test paper crumpled in my fist. 

"Eesh, I...I wouldn't know what to do," I admitted, my voice wavering. "I've never done anything like this befo…" But even as the words left my mouth, Eesha stood and remained silent, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her pajama shorts. With agonizing slowness, she slid them down to her ankles, then completely off her socked feet. 

Then, in one fluid motion, she gripped the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up, exposing the smooth expanse of her tummy and lower back. Before I could utter another word, she had draped herself across my lap, her body warm and pliant against mine. 

My hand hovered above the rounded globes of her bare bum, trembling slightly, as I fought the urge to caress her. Eesha's Sobs filled the room and I knew I couldn't deny her this, we had become such great friends over the past months. 

"Please Skylar," she wept, her voice raw with desperation. "Punish me, hard! I need it...I deserve it."

Goddess Sky

nee:

Dr. Skylar St. Germaine 

Continued in: Doctor Patel

 

My Pet

Continued from: Seasons Beatings

A Sarah Jane story 

Hello everyone, it's Sarah. Sorry for the delay in the posting that I promised you. I guess we all just had to make it through the holiday season and get back into our regular routines and rituals. Daddy and I are back into our normal rhythms. I still get spanked each night before bed, over his knee. Then I get special Daddy kisses on my bottom hole, while being permitted to masturbate and cum. I love all our little rituals, this one especially. The only twist...believe it or not, Eleve is still here with us!

Mistress Andrea has not hosted a party lately, so I haven't been able to sell her back into slavery. Part of me wants to be rid of her. I hate it when she is there in the evenings, listening to me get strapped on the bare with Daddy's belt. It's so humiliating for me, as she also sees me dressed like a little girl and sobbing like a little girl sometimes. 

We did the kind thing and offered her a room and a bed when she first arrived. She insisted on being in a locked cage, where she actually spent several evenings. Finally, we settled on a pet bed in the corner of our room, provided she is locked in a chastity belt for sleeping. 

Nice and secure! She can't tempt my Daddy with her slutty cunt. My jealously peeks through sometimes? I can't help it. 

 

Although I just said I'd like to be rid of her, part of me wants to keep her too. She actually alleviated many of my daily responsibilities, allowing more time to focus on Daddy's pleasure and my own greedy desires.

Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays I am dressed like a schoolgirl around the house. Traditional and proper-like, not a slutty style. 

Tuesdays and Fridays I am in elaborate French Maid attire. The usual look with lots of satin, ruffles, stockings and heels. On these days I have to clean the house top-to-bottom, scrub toilets and hand-wash my own panties and lingerie, along with all the other laundry and tidying. 

On weekends and weeknight evenings I am dressed like a little girl, very elaborately on Sundays I might add, which is my maintenance spanking day. It's a lovely routine. I thoroughly enjoy having my clothing chosen for me, even though it's difficult to do labourious chores while wearing high heels. 

Since Eleve showed up...SHE does all of this now! Hehe. I can't complain. 

She clicks around the house in only an apron, seeing to literally everything that use to be my responsibility. I barely lift a finger now, as far as domestic chores go. This aspect of buying her has been great! She even cooks us dinner sometimes. 

But...it was a bit of a double-edged-sword. If you remember, after my Upper Floor party of taking cock in every one of my fuck-holes, Daddy declared that I needed a break from penis for awhile. You'll also remember that Eleve's stainless chastity belt ended up on ME! 

This lasted a few days leading up to Christmas and it sucked. I loved it and hated it. Daddy knows all my deepest and darkest desires and one of them is to be cucked by another female. To be reduced to a humiliated, shamed and degraded observer. So this is exactly what happened during my "break" from cock. 

Look at me! Facing the corner in shame, bare naked and shrouded in rigid metal, as I was forced to listen to Daddy fuck her.

It should be me gagging on his cock. But I was in a great big, 2-inch gag ball with a panel covering. 

Does she suck cock better than I do? Is Daddy enjoying her mouth more than mine? These thoughts flashed through my mind and my stomach fluttered with humiliation...but I couldn't stop my confined cunt from throbbing like crazy. I fuckin hated her in these moments. My wet cunt I mean, not Eleve...

He fucked her directly over my face, as my panel gag was replaced with a ring-gag, forcing my mouth open. When Daddy finally pulled out, mid-orgasm, his cum oozed from her pussy and dribbled from his cock, directly into my waiting mouth. I had the sweet taste of their shared arousal, flavouring the inside of my mouth and filling my tummy. 

Two days! Two days I spent locked in that belt and subjected to cuckqueaning. I was about to explode with arousal. Then it was Christmas. Much to my surprise, Daddy gave Eleve back to me, as MY present. And rightfully so. I bought her. She was my pet! 

He literally tied her up with red ribbon and put her under the tree for me. It was pretty cute.

What's the first thing a little kid does when they get a toy for Christmas? They frantically want to play with it, right? Well...I'm a "little"...it was Christmas morning and my cunt had been denied for two days. Of course I played with my new toy! 

I dressed up Eleve and used her mouth! For hours! Daddy allowed it. He wanted to watch anyway, so I became a little more bold. She was just an mouth to me, with no identity.

A very pretty mouth I might add. 

Maybe it was revenge, to degrade her in this way and make her wear a mask-hood? Revenge for fucking Daddy over my face. 

I ended up becoming very bold with my new Christmas morning toy. I had her lick my pussy to multiple orgasms. I made her lick my asshole.

I even had her suck on my toes and lick the bare soles of my feet. It was a lovely Christmas morning. 

Throughout the rest of the holidays, Daddy remained firm in his position that Eleve was my pet and my toy to use. It's during moments like this when I'm torn and I don't want to sell her. 

What do all of you think? Should I keep her as my own sex doll, like Daddy keeps me as his? She does have a pretty amazing mouth!

I'm open to your suggestions. 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: A Mouth Punishment?

  

 

Miss Julie books the Taboo Farmhouse

Continued from: Brutalized in the Factory

and

The original farmhouse story: Taboo Farmhouse

Mrs. Julie Delmar, stricken with butterflies and involuntary spikes of arousal, didn't really know what to think, as she drove herself to the farmhouse. She arranged through The Facility to undergo an immersive, therapeutic experience that she knew without question, would involve childish discipline practices and deep age regression. 

Moments earlier, Julie kissed her husband David goodbye and told him that she was attending a country retreat for the weekend. Not quite a spa, not quite a B&B, but she was optimistic to undergo whatever tough-love this experience might provide her.  

In her mind, as she drove to the farmhouse, she was already role-playing a younger version of herself. A rude and disrespectful little shit with a chip on her shoulder, who was fast approaching her sweet-sixteen. She felt shame and guilt when she thought about this version of herself and how she could have or should have been dealt with in those days. 

Now, well into adulthood, Julie hoped to make amends with her 16-year old self and face the consequences from a different time, amidst the backdrop of the retro living space of her "Auntie" and "Uncle".

"Ohhhh Ed! Look how much our darling Julie has grown!" Lorraine cooed out, clearly already in-character as their outfits also suggested. Julie nervously ascended the creaky steps on the front porch.

"Hi Auntie," Julie bashfully mewed-out in a bit of a baby-voice. 

"Hi Unckie Ed," she continued.  

Lorraine, clad in her satin gloves, went in for the timeless cheek-pinch of Julie's face.

"Look at you, Dear! You must be all of 14 now? 15?" Lorraine continued.

"I bet your Daddy will be shooing all the boys away soon, huh kiddo?" Ed quipped, all while leering at Julie's tiny little frame.  

Julie was taken aback at just how well these two were playing into their roles. You see, when Cassandra and I first sent Julie her welcome package to attend this weekend session, it contained a questionnaire that almost acted like a choose-your-own-adventure. 

A "Mommy" and "Daddy" session with your "siblings", or an "Auntie" and "Uncle" session with your "cousins". Julie chose the latter. 

Since the experience revolves around domestic discipline, punishment, humiliation and then emotional healing, clients are asked to select how this is prompted throughout the weekend, from a list of injects such as:

• A stern phone call from a neighbourhood mother?
• Overall piss-poor attitude?
• A note sent home with you from school?
• Disrespecting your elders?
• Caught smoking behind the big willow tree out the back?
• Caught masturbating?
• Caught in Mommy or Auntie's bedroom, going through her delicates drawer?

Some clients select all of the above...which is rather intense because they usually end up spending a majority of the weekend grounded, in the corner or being switched out in the woodshed. 

Julie's selections were a bit unique in that she chose a combination of attitude adjustment injects, like being tattled-on by her cousins, teachers and neighbourhood mothers, but she also wanted to be caught masturbating in her bedroom. 

Going through Auntie's panty drawer or being caught masturbating by "Mommy" was usually what the male clients consistently selected. 

Nevertheless, the customer is always right and Julie can have any manner of experience she wishes. 

Despite "Unckie" Ed's compassionate but slightly creepy comment out on the front porch, Julie's session was off to a good start.

"Ed-honey, help Julie with her bag." Lorraine caringly spoke. 

Julie entered the house for the first time and followed behind Lorraine's heel-clicks, as she guided a tour through the home.

When the tour finished in Uncle Ed's den, Julie could feel her face flush red and her heart flutter in her chest. 

Lorraine spoke sternly to the shamed girl in the corner. 

"Claire, your cousin Julie is here. Turn and face her to say hello, then turn back around and face the wall, you still have another thirty minutes to go young lady!"

This order was met with a very rapid, "yes Ma'am," that escaped Claire's lips. Julie was slowly learning the protocols and formalities of this household. 

Julie watched on in embarrassment, as the middle-aged woman with a soccer-mom vibe, who was currently dressed like a little girl, slowly turned around. 

"Hello Julie." She whispered out, with her eyes laced with shame and beginning to fill with tears. 

As instructed, she returned to her position with her nose to the corner and her hands on the head, now softly weeping. 

Julie was invited up to see her room to settle in. Following closely behind Lorraine, Julie thought she would try her luck and ask about Claire. 

"Auntie, why is Claire in time-out?"

"Ohhh the silly girl!" Lorraine replied. 

"She was holding a thermometer near a lamp then putting it in her mouth to claim she was sick. Just to get out of going to school, can you believe that?!" 

Julie held back a giggle, thinking about how retro of a move that was! The old thermometer stunt.

Lorraine continued talking as the two of them creaked up the stairs. 

"You know we're a bit old-fashioned here Julie. Your Uncle Ed and I have to punish Claire for her dishonesty. If she's claiming to be sick, then a good ole', sudsy enema should fix her right up, after your Uncle gives her a good whuppin' of course."

As she spoke she gestured to an open door. Julie looked inside...

She didn't know what was more frightening in that moment, the clinical enema bag prominently on display in the bathroom, or the dreadful colour scheme of the era. Julie had a moment of nostalgia, remembering an avocado-coloured fridge and stove in her own childhood home. Yet her mind still hung on the word “whuppin”, that she just heard escape Lorraine’s red lips.

Julie was seen to her room and given some time alone to process all of this. The room was definitely reflective of a childhood bedroom. Brutal wallpaper and décor, the odd remanence of a children's toy and a scent of cedar trunk and moth balls. 

Lorraine had told her there is a more "suitable" outfit for her in the armoire and that she was expected to dress and come downstairs when ready, to join her other cousin, Patrick.

Now with a better understanding of the gravity of consequences in this home, Julie responded to Lorraine with a, "yes Ma'am". 

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! What have I done?!" She thought to herself, after laying eyes on her new outfit. 

"And with a male cousin in the home now too?! FUCK!"

Her butterflies were raging in her tummy as she began to slip into the pelerine knee socks. They had a vented little eyelet pattern which made her feel dainty and innocent.

Next came a Mary Jane style of heel, that wasn't quite a sandal but close enough. She did her hair in a more age regressed style with a flirty pony. 

The ensemble was clearly designed to emphasize and amplify her vulnerability and humiliation. This became more abundantly clear when Julie slipped the soft pastel dress over her head, letting her arms fall through the puffed sleeves and a gentle Peter Pan collar rested around her neckline. 

Always with a safeword in the back of her mind, Julie took a deep breath and left the bedroom. 

The floors creaked as Julie tiptoed down the hall and into this immersive world of shag carpets, wood paneling and the muffled sounds of Claire crying out from downstairs. 

"I'm sorry Daddy, I'll be a good girrrrrrrl!" As his belt snapped against her bare flesh.

Julie was terrified and shamefully aroused, all at once. 

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo     

Continued in: Sears Wish Book

 

  

Senior School

Continued from: "Big-Girl" Room

I watched from the reception desk as Russ led Sarah by the hand, into the main lobby. They weren't late for the first day of Senior School but the shit-eating grins they both had on their faces, confirmed what I thought I could hear from the basement this morning. 

I gave Sarah a disapproving judgey-face, just to embarrass her a bit. 

"It sounds like you're settling in to your new room quite well young lady?" I rhetorically asked. 

Sarah blushed and lowered her head, then meeped out a little, "yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am". 

The walls and floors of the Facility are deliberately thin. If there are clients in the reception area waiting to be spanked, I want them to be able to hear the smacks and cries coming from the room they are on-deck to attend. 

It also means that when Sarah Jane was being fucked in her bedroom this morning, I could hear each of her grunts, moans and groans. I can't say I blame her though. Russ used to fuck me the same way, many years ago. He can be quite the swordsman when he wants to be. 

I broke the awkward silence and backed-off my glaring bitch-face. 

"Sarah, please take a seat and meet your classmates," I said cheerfully. 

"I believe you know Summer, the naughtiest of all the students," I joking introduced her. Summer giggled and Sarah began to lighten up too and cracked as smile. 

"The gorgeous woman to your right, her name is Isabella," I continued. "I think you three are going to get along just smashingly!"  

Summer got up and pulled Bella to her feet. She echoed my previous comment by saying, "you better believe she's gorgeous." Then I watched on, as Summer stuck her tongue into Bella's mouth.

I could see Sarah's face trying to process what she was seeing. She had a look of concern for the girls, like she was waiting for me to cane the daylights out of Summer and Bella.

Nope, not at Senior School. Yes, the girls sometimes need to be disciplined, shamed in the corner or made to write lines on the board, but this environment is much more lenient. The girls are taught and encouraged to be confident and in control, to be slutty and act like little cock-teases if there is a boy around.

Speaking of which, the elephant in the room... 

"Girls, the little beta-boy sitting across from you is named Tyler. He couldn't hack it at his all-boys school so he'll be joining the three of you at your girl's school." I explained. 

Tyler was a newer client of mine who had attended for a few consultations with me already. His interests include corporal punishment, humiliation and forced-fem. Well! He certainly came to the right place. We haven't started the forced cross-dressing with him yet though, I've only had his dicklette locked up for about two weeks. I need a solid 30-days in chastity before the forced-fem begins.

Bella and Summer moved in like sharks, circling him in their heels and teasing him relentlessly. I continued to watch Sarah absorbing all of this, absorbing and learning from her two she-devil peers who are already graduates of Senior School.  

I took Tyler into the change room to inspect his cock cage and get him dressed. Since he's still in a boys clothing stage right now, I made sure his outfit was vulnerable and silly. 

By virtue of his beta-male status, Tyler's "rank" is well below the status of the girls, even Sarah Jane who's new to the Senior School. He barely qualifies as a participant in the class. He is there to be humiliated and feel his little dick straining against the chastity device in the presence of real women. Tyler is aware that if he agrees to dress like the rest of the girls at my all-girls school, he will be invited to more actively participate.

I guess he's not quite there yet, he safe-worded me when I showed him the outfit I wanted him in. Another month or two in chastity, completely denied of orgasm should fix that. He'll be begging me for a plaid skirt and a bra with falsies. 

In any event, I made sure Tyler's desk faced the corner so he could only hear what was going on and he could be essentially ignored. 

This entire Senior School and scene was for the benefit of Sarah Jane, so once I got everyone settled I rang the bell and put Sarah to work right away. Her first class was on deepthroating. 

It must have been dreadfully humiliating for her to kneel and suck a dildo while Summer and Bella watched her and commented. Sarah Jane actually had some serious skills, I was impressed. She could take that cock so deep that her nose touched the wall and her chin touched the balls of the dildo. 

Summer squealed out in approval at one point:

"Did you see her DT that cock and lick the balls at he same time??! Holy shit!" 

Bella nodded and clapped in agreement. I must say, I was impressed too. Russell is a lucky man to have claimed this little sex doll!   

Poor Tyler snuck the odd glance and got to see Sarah gagging and sputtering all over the dildo, likely wondering how his penis ended up mashed into a metal cage, unable to get fully erect. 

At recess we all took a break. Tyler was allowed up from his desk. He must have thought he had some game left with the ladies or something. He tried to take a run at Summer and flirt with her, assuming she was just another kinky client and not my wife. 

Not a great idea Tyler...

I guess he missed her body language cues??! Haha...! What a wiener!! 

I gave Tyler a spanking on the bare, right in front of the three girls. Sarah's eyes lit up with excitement. I don't think she's ever seen or interacted with a male submissive before. 

Next, I stripped him down so Sarah could see his chastity cage. It was her first time seeing a locked-up penis and I'm glad she giggled out loud. Tyler's face went as beet red as his spanked ass. 

Summer and Bella, now sensing the vulnerability and weakness, went right for the throat and continued teasing poor Tyler who was still predominately naked.

The culmination of being spanked in front of the girls, his cock cage on display and now his enforced nudity, finally broke him. He began sobbing and red-worded out of the scene. 

Whatever...no refunds, he'll be back. I'm still his keyholder...

The session wasn't completely ruined. We did some more deepthroat training with Sarah Jane, before I took her back down to her room. I helped her out of her uniform and left her in her sexy over-the-knee socks and her heels. I know Russell likes that. 

"Wait for your 'Daddy' just like that sweetie, I'll send him down" I cooed to her. 

She responded with a "yes Ma'am". 

"Make sure to show Daddy what you practiced in class today huni," I encouraged. 

Sarah giggled and said "yes Ma'am", again. 

I locked her cell door and left her anxiously waiting for her "Daddy". 

I'm sure he'll be impressed today!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Deepthroating "Daddy"