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Thursday, December 14, 2023

Quid Pro Quo

Continued from: 'Tis the Season

A Sarah Jane story

Hello everyone. It's Sarah. Thank you to Mistress Andrea for inviting me back on this platform to share some details about why I'm a huge slut. 

A series of events recently occurred which landed me back in the clutches of Mistress Andrea and her Facility. I literally sucked about half-a-dozen stranger's cocks last night, ate-out numerous female pussies and assholes and swallowed a huge amount of hot, sticky, cum. 

But what about my Daddy? I belong to Daddy only! I love him...💕


Because he loves me back 💕, he allowed me to try something I have always fantasized about. If you remember back to my days of training and growth at the Facility, I had to endure dungeon brutality and captivity, the shame and humiliation of diapers and adult high-chairs. I was strapped, caned and paddled as an adult schoolgirl, transformed into the corporate, office slut and "forced" to prance like a pony with bells on my nipples and a tail up my ass.

 

ALL of this objectification and embarrassment, every one of my shameful orgasms and incidents of "forced" lesbianism, was all in pursuit of reaching the highest rank at Mistress' Facility; an Upper Floor sex slave.  

And I reached that level, as most of you know. It was a personal goal. I achieved it and I was proud of myself, cocky even, to be so sharp and well-trained. 

I was issued the official uniform of the Upper Floor. It made me feel so sexy and desired, powerful actually.  


During my Upper Floor debut, I found myself gagged and placed in a locked cage, only to observe, as I watched Bella take cock in both ends. Was I slightly jealous? Did I want to trade places with her in that moment? Fuckin' right I did! You can read about my debut evening here: The Fourth Guest


Little did I know at the time, that this was all a well-constructed masquerade by Mistress Andrea, to land me in the arms of Russell, my Daddy, my owner...my everything! And I wouldn't trade him for the World.


Yet that night, if you recall, I was given a choice: Go with Daddy and become HIS, officially, or stay with Mistress and become the sex slave that I was trained to be. The decision was easy, fueled by suspense, emotion and surprise. I've been loving my time and my role with Daddy. I am his baby girl. He cares for me and protects me. I'm his whore, his sex-doll and his personal porn-star. I wouldn't want it any other way.

But...

I often catch myself gazing out the window in the direction of the Facility. It's an expressionless stare, as I wonder what might be going on at the Upper Floor. 


Did I miss out on my ultimate fantasy, by choosing Daddy over the Upper Floor? Would he be mad at me if I asked to re-visit the Facility as a sex slave? 

I can't think this way...it's not what I want. I belong to Daddy and to Daddy only! 

But, why was I squishing my thighs together to stop the ache? Why was I gazing out this window, imaging my little hands jerking-off two cocks, while I ride a third into my pussy and bob my head on a fourth dick that's in my whorish mouth?

I jumped when Daddy spoke. I didn't know he was behind me in the kitchen. This was about a week ago. In the mornings we have some specific rituals that we do. One involves me masturbating and edging for him, the other involves me exposed and displayed with a dildo in my mouth. After this, I'm usually in something very skimpy with my collar, in ankle or knee socks. I looked cute! I had finished my kneeling time and removed my mouth from the dildo. I needed some water. This is when I got caught in the daydream, gazing out the window...

"Something on your mind, princess?" He spoke and startled me, as I jumped and nearly dropped my glass. 


I summoned the courage to ask him right then and there. 

"Daddy, I have something to ask you. Promise you won't get angry?" This is what I managed to squeak out in my baby-voice. 

I think he answered me all official and Daddy-like.

"You know I can't promise that sweetheart." He began to explain. "You know that even if I was angry with you, you'd eventually be spanked, forgiven and hugged, right?" 

Awww...I DID know this! And I loved that I was held accountable in this manner.

I guess the worst that could have happened would be a spanking, his belt and some time in the corner. I decided to go for it. 

"Daddy, will you let me go back to the Upper Floor, the next time Mistress Andrea has one of those special parties?" 


"Of course you can, huni..." He quickly replied. 

Ummm...pardon? WTF...

That was way too easy! I didn't know what to think. Part of me was flooded with arousal and butterflies at the thought of being used in the Upper Floor, while another part of my brain was struggling with how easily Daddy agreed to this, for me to be a slut for other, random people.

Was I that insignificant to him, a piece of meat to be passed around and used for my fuck-holes? 

No! That can't be it. He must have some angle to play here. Plus, it IS my fantasy to be passed around and used for my holes and become a cum-dumpster for Christ sakes! I was conflicted. 

"Thank you Daddy." I said in a somewhat shocked and puzzled tone, as I reached for his concealed penis.


"May I please suck your cock, Daddy?" *shrug* 

I don't fuckin know!? That's all I could think of doing in this moment. I was confused. 

When Daddy said yes, I knelt like a good girl and kissed the tip of his penis. "Thank you Daddy," I said. Acknowledging his consent for me to proceed.

I got down on my knees and pounded my throat with his beautiful dick. 


He loves it when I gag and wretch on his cock, so I lined myself up to really fuck my own face. 


I was getting ready for a hot stream of cum to splash against the back of my throat, but much to my delight AND my surprise, Daddy manhandled me over the table and entered me from behind. I'm such a lucky girl and gawd it felt so good!


He was beginning to fuck me roughly, and pull my hair...and then he finally broached the Upper Floor subject again. 

"Is this what you want, slut? To moan like a whore while some random dude fucks you?" 

(We do this sort of talk sometimes, cuz I love it!) 

"Yes Sir." I cried out between gasps and moans, as he continued to pound the shit outta me. 


Daddy had to slow everything right down, likely trying to fight-off an orgasm. He flipped me around and gingerly re-entered my cunt, allowing us to look at each other as he continued to fuck me. 


As Daddy fucked me, he got me to edge my clit until I was ready to explode. I would have agreed to anything in this moment, if it meant I could orgasm. This is when Daddy showed his hand, and moved his Chess piece into position. 

"When you return to the Upper Floor," he spoke, while thrusting his cock into my pussy. "I want you to meet a new friend. I want you to have a slave-sister..."

"Yes Daddy...anything you wish, Sir!! (I think I was screaming at this point) May I cum pleeeeease Daddy, Oh gawd I'm gonna cum!" 

Agreeing to something under duress, was fair game. If I didn't want to recruit a slave-sister to play with, I could have safe-worded out. I didn't...

Plus, I kinda missed the soft, smooth and beautiful deliciousness of women's most intimate areas. 

I'll write some more when I have time. I'll continue from when I was all suited up and entered the Upper Floor. It was the first time I laid eyes on "her"...There was something about her I was very, very attracted to. I couldn't look away...


I mean, Bella is beyond beautiful. I had so much fuckin' sex with her...but this girl, this new girl in a collar and leash, naked and kneeling at the feet of a well-dressed man, she was just Goddamn enchanting!

We eventually met that night, at the party. She kissed me directly on the lips and in broken-English, said, 

"Hello... My name is Eve, what's your name?"

Sarah Jane 
xoxo

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