What do you say?

Continued from: The Night we Met

A Sarah Jane story

It was good to be back home, even though our modest house didn't come with the intense specialty rooms of Mistress Andrea's Facility, it had a nice domestic, D/s feel to it. 

Daddy led me by the hand upstairs, my heart fluttering with his possessiveness over me. On the bed lay a few scraps of black and white satin - a French maid apron that would leave my ass predominately bare, stockings and sky-high heels. I knew instantly what it meant. It was service mode for tonight.  

I quickly changed, adjusting the frilly choker around my neck before clicking downstairs to make Daddy's drink. I mixed his whiskey, adding just the right amount of ice. As I carried it to him, I felt his eyes on me, drinking in my slutty outfit. 

I performed a small curtsy while balancing his glass on a silver platter, then knelt before him with a demure smile on my face. 

As per the rules of our household, I settled back on my heels and reached for his zipper, ready to free his cock and worship it with my mouth, like the good little slut I am. 

I paused, my satin-gloved fingers on his zipper, as Daddy stopped me. 

"You've done so much for me this weekend, pet," he kindly murmured, his voice gentle. "Let me take care of you for a change." Before I processed this amazing treat, he was guiding me to the sofa, positioning me on the plush cushions. 

With my legs spread wide and my heels resting on his broad shoulders, I was completely exposed to him, my glistening pussy on full display. He dove in, his skilled tongue lapping at my sensitive clit. I moaned and bucked against his face as he brought me higher and higher, until I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me with blinding intensity. 

As I came down from my orgasmic high, I couldn't help but recall Mistress Andrea's suggestion about switching roles. The idea of taking control, of having Daddy kneeling at my feet as he was now, sent a thrill through me. But I quickly pushed the thought away. Daddy would never allow such insubordination. If I even hinted at wanting to top him, I'd get a spanking for certain.

Shockingly, his gaze met mine with such bashful innocence, my pussy still juice glistening off his lips when he spoke. "Huni," his voice hitched, "do you think you might want to give female dominance a try for a bit, and switch roles, maybe?" 

I stared at Daddy in shock, hardly believing the words coming out of his mouth. Him, the ever-dominant alpha, asking me to switch roles? It went against everything we'd established, everything I thought he wanted. And yet...the idea was tantalizing. 

A wicked grin spread across my face as I gazed down at Daddy. "I just came onto your lips," I purred, my voice dripping with honey. "What do you say?" I wanted to hear the words, to have him acknowledge my gift. To set the tone for this new dynamic he was proposing. 

"Thank you?" He phased, more like a question. 

"Thank you, Ma'am, you mean?" I hissed back in response to his lack of manners. 

"Thank you, Ma'am," he whispered and lowered his eyes. 

I smirked, relishing the power coursing through my veins. "Good boy. Now do it again," I ordered, spreading my legs wider. "And this time, show some enthusiasm. I want you to start at my asshole and work your way up to my clit. Slowly. Methodically, understood?" 

"Yes Ma'am," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. 

"Much better, young man. Now kiss my asshole before you begin. Show it proper respect." 

I watched as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my delightful little pucker. I settled back against the comfy armchair, watching as Russell dutifully began at my asshole, his lips soft and warm against my most sensitive area. 

"That's a good boy," I praised, running my fingers through his hair. "Now, start licking. Slowly. I want to feel every stroke of your tongue." 

I came again, harder than before, my body convulsing with pleasure as Russell's tongue worked its magic. As I caught my breath, I couldn't help but think how easily I could get used to this new dynamic. The power, the control - it was intoxicating. 

I kicked off my slutty heels, placing my stockinged feet on his back, as he assumed a position on his hands and knees. Crossing my ankles, I reached for the whiskey I had so dutifully prepared for him. Brining the glass to my red lips, I took a slow sip, savouring the burn as it slid down my throat. I felt like a fucking Goddess!

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Sign Here, Initial There

I Often Envy Submissives

Continued from: Dealing with a spoiled brat

I'm always in control. Always. 

In both my professional life as a Dominatrix and my personal life as the Head-of-Household and Disciplinarian over my wife Summer, I'm in charge. Many of my clients are in similar situations. They are Office Managers, Teachers, Nurses or corporate roles as constant decision makers. At home there is no escape from this either. My clients are relied upon to pay the bills, cook the dinners and drop the kids to soccer practice. 

As a submissive, decisions are made FOR you. The heavy burden of being in control is taken away from you. Sometimes, you don't even need to decide what to wear. Your dominant chooses for you and dresses you to their wishes. This is very freeing and liberating. It's probably why my Facility is so busy these days. People need liberation from constantly being in control. 

I often envy submissives. I was Russell's submissive for almost three years. I sometimes miss those days. 

It's funny how the world works though. Russell is about to have sex with my submissive wife, and I'm about to ask my wife's best friend Vanessa, to Domme me. I was ready for a little subby time. I needed the paradoxical freedom it provides and my mouth was watering at the thought of her!

Gawd just look at her! 

*moaaaaaaan!* 

She was at my kitchen table currently, eating fruit when Summer and I agreed to our hall-pass arrangements. Summer wanted some real dick for a change, she chose Russell. I was infatuated by Vanessa and the dominance she wields over her sissy husband, I chose her. Now I just had to ask her. 

She's younger than me, wilder than me (not as wild as Cassandra) and slightly taller than me. It was perfect! I was both nervous and excited.

"Guh...Goddess Vanessa?"

She giggled. "You don't have to call me that, Mistress?" 

"But I want to." I replied sheepishly, my hands nervously clenching a napkin in my lap. "I want to because...ummm....I want to be YOURS for a night, Goddess." 

There it was. I threw it out there. 

"Oh I SEE." Vanessa purred, sitting up in her chair and pinning her shoulders back in a confident manner. 

"Summer's cool with this I guess?" Vanessa probed. 

"Oh yes Goddess, she's doing a hall-pass too, with Russell." I replied. 

Vanessa laughed out loud. "Oh what a slut! Back in the day, in our late teens, I could never keep her away from the dick! I guess the little junkie needs her fix huh?" 

"I guess so Goddess. Russell is the only "dick" I'd ever trust with my wife." I replied with confidence. 

Vanessa, now a bit nervous and bashful herself, cutely confirmed with me. "So, you want to be my submissive for the night. Just you and I, anything I want?" 

Fuck! Fuck! My face was going soooo red! Is this what my clients feel when I make then verbally confess what they want, that they like it, just to shame them? 

"Yes Goddess Vanessa." I peeped out. Lowering my gaze to the floor. She noticed how vulnerable I was in this very moment. 

"Awww. Andrea huni, it's ok. It's ok to want this, regardless of your usual role. Of course I'll accept. I'll happily play with you anytime!" Vanessa spoke softly as she rubbed my shoulder. 

I had butterflies like you wouldn't believe, as Vanessa got up to head out. She seductively purred to me as she left, "I'll text you the details in a few days young lady. You'll be coming to my house." 

Oooo! An outcall. 

I'm used to the comfort and security of my own place for such D/s activities. This evoked a new dimension of vulnerability within me, being removed from the familiarity of my own home. 

The following days passed with anxiousness and damp panties, as I awaited my queue from Goddess Vanessa. I told Summer that her session with Russell and Sarah Jane could take place in our bedroom, if she wished and that it would be best to do it on the same day or night that I go to Vanessa's. 

Sure enough, the much anticipated text eventually came. 

FUCK...fuck, fuck! 

I felt that one right in my clit! I was someone's pet again! Simply their plaything, to do with as they please. It felt so good to just obey and not have to plan or be in charge or coordinate anything. 

Her messages didn't end there. Even more liberating for me, I didn't have to decide on an outfit either. 

*gulp*

Ballet flats?! Really. Any manner of flats, so gross! So lazy and slovenly. I'm not I even sure I own any. Summer certainly doesn't, outside of runners. Maybe Cassie has some...

And! Rope?! She wants me rope-tied? Curiouser and curiouser, this tumble down the rabbit-hole was becoming.  

On the afternoon of my session with Vanessa, Summer did a masterfully artistic rope-tie of my torso. She indeed had some newly acquired skills and the classes she had been taking were paying off. 

It looked similar to this, minus the bit-gag:  

The soft rope she deliberately tied to cascade along each side of my pussy lips. This caused a puffy and aroused appearance, while accentuating my clit. The two strands met in my bum crease like a thong and connected with a strategically placed knot resting directly against my bottom hole.

I felt sexy, I felt vulnerable. Apart from the overcoat and the gross ballet flats, I was naked otherwise. I was feeling very exposed and submissive, as Summer drove me to Vanessa's while the sun was beginning to set. With a kiss to my cheek she wished me a very adorable, "bonne chance."

I returned the good luck wishes, telling her good luck and to have fun with Russell and Sarah. She giggled and blushed, clearly excited to be taken by a real cock for a change. She deserves it, she's a good girl! 

I took a deep breath and approached the door. Vanessa was already waiting for me, fully geared up and looking breathtakingly dominant.  

No small-talk, no tea or wine. I guess we're jumping right into this without delay. Vanessa didn't even have panties on! Her pussy was beautifully framed by her lingerie with a perfectly shaved landing strip of raven-black stubble. 

She towered over me in her stilettos. Stupid ballet flats! But I understand why she would want to do this and want me to feel this way in her presence, given my usual role. 

I greeted her by formal title, calling her Goddess. She simply smiled. I couldn't quite get a read from her lone, green eyes. Is this what I look like? Towering over some trembling submissive, completely confident and in control? 

It was good for me to experience this and see this actually. To see this side and feel the vulnerability my clients must feel in my presence. 

"Take off your shoes." Vanessa suddenly spoke, snapping me from my introspection. She then unfastened my coat to peel me open like a present, exposing the elaborate red ropes.  

I was happy to be rid of the ballet flats, but I think I felt even more exposed and vulnerable being barefoot, while she stood in her killer stilettos and laser-straight stockings. 

"Take off your coat." Escaped her lips next. Vanessa's femdom style was interesting to me. She wasn't barking these orders at me. She wasn't seductively hissing them at me either. Her voice, slightly above a whisper, just matter-of-factly spoke these commands for me to obey. 

Her style was working. I was plagued with butterflies and I could feel my clit fighting with Summer's expertly positioned crotch ropes. 

"Turn." She said next, in her unique style of instruction. 

She was inspecting me! I felt so electrified yet so little and vulnerable. She ran her fingertips across my shoulder with her "wet-look" gloves. My entire body turned to goosebumps instantly! I was trembling with arousal. 

"Get up those stairs, pet." 

Ohhhh fuck! That one was a little more pointed and aggressive. 

"Yes Goddess," I peeped out. 

This is actually happening! Holy shit!

Meanwhile, back at home, my wife was lowering herself onto Russell's cock, as Sarah Jane was forced to watch from her position of shame and humiliation. 

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Hall Passes