Mind Games

Continued from: First Time

[lezdom] [F/ff] [forced bi] [CNC]

A Sarah Jane story

Oh my goodness, Daddy! The whipping resumed, and I let out a tiny squeal as Mistress Andrea's lash struck my bare bottom once more. "Get back to work, little one!" she hissed, her voice stern but amused. 

I hastily returned my attention to Mandy's awaiting pussy, my nose nestling against her slickened asshole, as I began to lap at her tender folds with my tongue. 

The sensation was surreal, to say the least - I'd never gone down on a woman before, and the fact that I was being forced to do so, now made my mind reel with confusion and shame. But Mistress Andrea's encouragement (if you could call it that) kept me going. "Faster, deeper, slut! Make her cum!" she urged, interspersing her commands with occasional lashes of the whip. I winced with each strike, but my tongue kept moving, driven by a mix of fear and curiosity. 

As I worked Mandy's pussy, I couldn't help but think about how impossible this scenario would've seemed just a few months ago. Me, a suburban mom and wife, licking out another woman while being whipped by a Dominatrix? It was the stuff of fantasy novels, not real life. And yet, here I was, my tongue buried deep in Mandy's cunt, coaxing her toward climax. 

Mandy's breathing grew ragged, her hips bucking against my face as she began to beg Mistress Andrea for permission to orgasm. "Please, Ma'am...may I cum!?" she panted, her voice laced with desperation. 

I glanced up at Mistress Andrea, whose eyes gleamed with excitement. "Not yet, Mandy," she teased, her whip cracking down on my bare bum once more. "Sarah needs to convince me that she loves being a lezzie dyke." 

With a surge of determination, I redoubled my efforts, my tongue dancing across Mandy's clit as I continued to be whipped on the bum. Mandy's pleas grew more frantic, her body trembling with need as she begged again. "Please, Ma'am...please may I cum?" she whimpered, her hips jerking against my face. 

Mistress Andrea's response was immediate and direct. "Sarah Jane, place your tongue inside her asshole," she commanded, her voice firm and unyielding. "And use your fingers to manually masturbate her." 

I hesitated for only a moment and I was instantly whipped. Mistress held the crop poised above my bottom, waiting to deliver another stroke if I did not comply. With a deep breath, I carefully inserted my tongue into Mandy's bum hole, feeling the ring of muscle constrict around it. 

At the same time, I slipped two fingers into her pussy, finding her engorged clit with my thumb, and began to stroke it gently. 

Mandy's reaction was instantaneous. Her body began to shake and tremble, her asshole involuntarily clenching and releasing around my tongue in rhythmic pulses. I felt of rush of humiliation mixed with excitement as I realized I was about to experience something truly unique - the sensation of being gripped by Mandy's anus as she came. 

"Mistress, please..." Mandy screamed aloud, her voice partially muffled into the bedding. 

Mistress Andrea smiled, a cruel glint in her eye. "Very well, slut. You may cum for me." 

The dam burst and Mandy's orgasm flooded through her body. Her asshole contracted around my tongue, squeezing it tightly as her pussy pulsed against my fingers. I felt a wave of heat wash over me, mingling with humiliation and arousal in equal measure.

As Mandy's orgasm subsided, she thanked Mistress Andrea in a quivering voice, her body still trembling with aftershocks. With a gentle hand around her bicep, Mistress directed Mandy to stand in the corner and face the wall, her high heels clicking against the floor as she teetered precariously. 

Meanwhile, I found myself draped over Mistress Andrea's knee, my bottom lifted and ready for punishment. I was previously whipped and beaten into performing sexual acts on Mandy, Daddy! I didn't want to lick her pussy, but the whipping was relentless. Now, I was about to be punished for it. It was a complete mind-fuck...and I was loving it.

"You naughty little dyke slut," she scolded, her hand coming down in a series of sharp slaps. "What would your husband think if he saw you kissing and licking another woman's asshole?" 

Each spank stung, but I knew I deserved it. "I'm sorry, Ma'am," I wailed, my tears flowing freely. "I'm sorry for being such a slutty lesbian!" 

Mistress Andrea's spanking slowed, her hand pausing mid-air as she grabbed my hair with a jerking motion of amusement and disappointment. "You know why you're being punished, don't you, Sarah Jane?" she asked, her voice tinged with playful strictness. 

I sniffled, my nose running as I nodded vigorously. "Y-yes, Ma'am. Because I went down on Mandy, and kissed her asshole, and...and..." My words trailed off as Mistress Andrea's arm began to move again, spanking me with renewed vigor. 

"Oh, no, sweetie," she corrected, her tone gentle despite the firmness of her smacks. "It's not because of what you did. It's because you enjoyed it! You liked the way it felt, didn't you?" 

My face flushed crimson as I nodded again, unable to deny the truth. Yes, I had liked it. I had loved every humiliating, shameful moment of it. And that was the greatest sin of all - embracing my own desires, no matter how taboo they might be. 

The rest of the evening was a blur of ropes, restraints, and ravishing pleasures. Mandy and I were "encouraged" to embark on a journey of discovery, exploring each other's bodies with tongues, fingers, and eventually, a strap-on. 

As I look back on that night, I'm filled with gratitude towards Mistress Andrea, for pushing me beyond my comfort zone and for pushing me towards you, Daddy! You always know just what to say to make me feel safe and loved.

Now, if you'll excuse me everyone, I think I need to go ask "Mommy" for my weekly allowance. My favourite pacifier needs a good sucking, don't you think, Daddy? 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Alice: Through the Looking Glass

 

First Time

Continued from: Mistress Andrea's Gift

[F/ff] [forced bi] [CNC] [slaves] [lezdom]

I just had the girls down in the basement sex dungeon for the past few hours, while Russell was at work. (Sorry, Russell! Not sorry...hehe)

And by "the girls", I'm not just referring to Summer and Sarah Jane. We were pleased to welcome our beloved Mandy into the dynamic too! She had requested a session about a week ago and I was finally able to get her some private time with us, not quite expecting that Summer and Sarah would be joining in too. *giggle. 

Omg, there was so much vagina! 

Despite the shrieks of pain and the echoing pleas of "noooo, please don't make us do that, Ma'am," I think the girls had a blast of a session. You see, they all commiserated beforehand and asked for CNC (consensual non-consent) play. The type of play where they fantasize that all the sexual acts are against their will, that they need to be whipped and tortured to perform them, and that they are captive slaves in this sadistic dungeon. 

We had such a good time in fact, that I asked Sarah Jane if she wanted to post about how it all went down. Much to my surprise she said no, but very quickly offered to write about her very first time with Mandy, the first time she was "forced" to perform sexual acts on another woman. Ok...this sounds like fun too. 

Before I give her the floor here, a few housekeeping matters from the last post that needed to be addressed. If you remember, I sent sissy alice to a professional disciplinarian to experience his very first spanking over the knee of a wonderful woman. Also, it was his first time dressing not as a "he", but as a "she", in front of someone else, as I sent alice to her session dressed like a little girl. 

Then, to amplify his humiliation even more, I made sissy alice write a full blog post about the intimate and vulnerable details of his spanking. During that post, he made this comment: 

It struck me that I was not just there for myself, but I was representing Mistress Andrea. I wanted to do her proud in front of Lady Jose and make this an experience of a lifetime. 

Yes, you were representing ME! 

Later on in that post he then said this: 

Positioning myself, head down and straddling her lap, Lady Jose started playing my red bum like a drum, with the spatula and bath brush, and I was so humiliated I hate to say I started giggling. I couldn’t help it! Those sorts of situations sometimes make me laugh uncontrollably, it’s the nerves. Lady Jose didn’t like that, slapping harder I was told, “this is not supposed to be funny alice, this is supposed to be humiliating!”  

To which I commented on that post: 

Ummm...ya. Once again, probably not a good idea, alice. You and I are going to have a little "chat" about this part!!!

So...alice and I had our "chat". 

"I'm sorry for giggling during my spanking, Lady Jose," is what's written on those pages. 

100 lines, followed by 30 minutes in timeout, in the corner.

While alice was in the corner, I sent all pages of the lines and the timeout photograph to Lady Jose, then I myself, apologized to her, on behalf of this silly sissy... 

A pleasant and graceful response from her: "Alice did well by writing the lines, I trust her not doing it again."

...and alice will be booking a follow-up session with Lady Jose, to once again be spanked in the coming months. Spoiler alert, alice, you will be introduced to the cane during this next session.

Just a little housekeeping, that's all. Take it away Sarah Jane. 

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My First Time 

Preface

It is probably rather cruel to write a story like this for Daddy, when I know Mistress Andrea has his penis locked in a chastity cage. I know I'll probably be spanked for writing this in such lewd and erotic detail, I'll probably get a whuppin' with Daddy's belt...but...we're gonna do this anyway. Please enjoy, everyone. (sawry, Daddy 👅) 

A Sarah Jane Story  

What a night it was, Daddy! Mistress Andrea decided to treat us to a fancy dinner, just the three of us, at an exclusive restaurant in town. She dressed us up like dolls, putting Mandy in a ravishing red cocktail dress that showcased her curves perfectly, and me in a sleek black number that accentuated my bum and tits. 

But of course, our elegance wasn't complete without a subtle touch of humiliation - Mistress insisted we wear our collars in public, a discreet yet unmistakable symbol of our submission to her. 

As we sipped champagne and savoured each bite of our exquisite meal, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement mixed with nervousness, Mandy and I exchanged demure glances, both of us aware that this refined evening was merely a precursor to the debauchery that awaited us back at the Facility. 

Throughout dinner, I stole peeks at Mandy's cleavage, her lips, her pretty features, my mind wandering to the possibilities of what might unfold later with this suburban soccer mom. Would Mistress command us to kiss? To touch? The uncertainty was delicious, heightening my arousal as I nibbled on my food. 

I'm not into girls...but I found myself growing increasingly...damp. My delicate black panties, adorned with tiny lace and satin bows, were no match for my naughty thoughts. I couldn't help but imagine Mandy's reactions if Mistress forced me to pleasure her - the soft gasps, the fluttering eyelashes, the gentle trembles...

My fantasy was interrupted by Mistress's piercing gaze, her eyes locking onto mine with unnerving intensity. She knew, Daddy. She always knows when I'm getting too carried away. 

"Give me your panties, right here, right now!" She hissed, with a subtle crook of her finger as she motioned my hand beneath the tablecloth. My heart skipped a beat as I hesitated, my fingers trembling slightly as I reached for the hem of my dress. Slowly, I arched my bum off my seat and extracted my soaked panties, trying to conceal them from prying eyes. 

But Mistress would have none of that. "Show us, Sarah Jane," she purred, her voice low and commanding. 

With a flush rising to my cheeks, I reluctantly held open my panties, the gusset gleaming with my arousal. Mandy's eyes widened in surprise, a hint of fascination dancing across her features. I felt like a naughty little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. 

"I-I'm so sorry, Mistress," I stammered, my apology tumbling out in a rush. "I don't want to do this!" I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat, my face aflame with embarrassment as Mistress's eyebrow arched higher, unaffected by my mock resistance. 

"And what about you, slut? Shall we look at your panties too?" Mistress snapped her head towards Mandy, who inhaled and clutched a fist of tablecloth into her palm.

"No, please Ma'am, not here," she protested, no doubt feeling the saturation of her own panties and dreading the prospect of having to reveal such shameful arousal. 

Mistress Andrea's words dripped with seduction and menace, as she explained how the rest of the night would go down. My insides twisted with excitement and fear, as her threats of whipping and beating us into submission, hung in the air like a tantalizing mist. I shot Mandy a sly glance, noticing the faint blush rising to her cheeks, as Mistress Andrea outlined our impending "persuasion." 

When the three of us got back to the mansion, The Facility as it's known, it was deathly quiet. I half expected to be taken to the basement sex dungeon in shackles, but the minute we got in the door, Mistress ordered us to strip fully naked, leaving only our collars and high heels in place.

With practiced ease, Mistress Andrea blindfolded Mandy and I, heightening our senses and raising goosebumps across our skin. We were sat side-by-side, shoulder-to-should, as Mistress guided our shoulders back, bare breasts thrust forward and hands resting in our laps in a sharp, alert posture.   

I could hear each of her heel clicks across the floor as she bustled about the room, setting things up for our session. I heard her start a fire, followed by the powerful scent of wood smoke reaching my nostrils. Unconsciously, I found myself leaning slightly to my left, my bare arm pressing into Mandy's, as if to seek some safety from her warm skin.  

It was a short-lived moment of comfort however, for Mandy was snatched away by Mistress, taken from her seated position and led away stumbling. I could only hear her staggered high heel clicks and Mistress's firm command, "get over here!" 

My chest fluttered in surprise, as I felt a leash being attached to my collar and pulled in an upward direction, ushering me to my feet. With a gentle tug forward and still unable to see, I teetered on my high heels, taking shallow, shaky steps forward. 

I was temporarily blinded by the light of the room, when Mistress finally removed my blindfold, and I found myself standing at the edge of a bed. My gaze refocused, and I caught the sight of Mandy, fully naked save for her heels and collar, positioned in a downward dog pose on the bed. Her plump bottom was thrust upward into the air, her flawless asshole was poised and presented like an offering. 

I was so confused, I didn't want this. I had a safeword to use but didn't use it...why was the sight of her pussy and bottom hole making my mouth water?! What was happening to me? 

I tried to protest, Daddy, really I did! But Mistress Andrea wasn't having it. 

"I'm not a lesbian, Ma'am." I exclaimed, attempting to sound convincing. But my words fell flat, and Mistress simply raised an eyebrow. Before I knew it, her whip cracked against my bare bum, the sting making me yelp in surprise. 

Spaghetti is straight too, until it gets wet! *giggle

"You'll do as you're told, little one," she said sternly. "Now, get up on the bed behind Mandy." 

I hesitated for a moment, my face burning with shame. But another lash of the whip convinced me to scramble onto the bed, my heart racing with anxiety. As I settled into position behind Mandy, my face inches from her asshole, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Embarrassment, arousal, and a dash of fear all swirled together in a toxically exhilarating cocktail. 

I waited with bated breath, as Mandy looked back at me, almost reassuringly but just as embarrassed as I was. What would Mistress have me do next? Would I be able to obey, or would my humiliation prove too much to bear and safeword out of the scene. 

I remember the exact moment when Mistress whipped me once more and issued her next command. 

"Kiss her hello, Sarah Jane," she said, her voice low and husky. "Tell her how pretty she is." 

My heart sank as I realized what she meant. I was to greet Mandy's bare asshole as if it were her lips, French-kissing it with all the passion and intimacy I would reserve for a romantic partner...a lover. The thought alone made my stomach turn with humiliation, but I knew better than to disobey. 

Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward, my lips puckering up to meet Mandy's waiting bum hole. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the indignity of the situation, and planted a sloppy kiss on her tender pucker. As my tongue darted out to explore her hole, I forced myself to utter words of adoration, trying to sound sincere despite my mortification. 

"Hello, Mandy," I murmured, my words muffled against her ass. "You're so beautiful, Mandy." 

Ugh, the phrase made my innards roil with embarrassment.

As I continued to make out with Mandy's asshole, I felt my face flaming with shame. This was a whole new level of debasement, Daddy, one that left me squirming with discomfort. And yet, beneath the surface of my humiliation, I detected a spark of excitement, a twisted sense of thrill that came from pushing my boundaries and exploring the depths of my submission. 

Daddy...sigh...I was hooked! 

Shall I continue the story, Daddy? 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Mind Games

 

 
  

Brush My Teeth

Continued from: ATM

A Sarah Jane Story 

I was definitely fliting with disaster here. 

"Daddy punish me more, I haven't learned my lesson." 

C'mon! Pleeeeease! He would be able to see right through this and could call me on it. I thought I might have ended up over his knee again. Good thing Bella is a little bit irresistible, even to me! I missed seeing her body squirm and writhe under pleasure, and hearing her moan like a whore when I was pressing that dildo into her ass. 

And now, I found myself wanting more! Greedily. I was telling Daddy to humiliate me further, by doing ass-to-mouth with his own cock, essentially cuckqueaning me. I don't know what I was thinking. I was just so aroused. 

Again, he didn't need to ask Bella if this was alright, but he did anyway. Such a gentleman. She of course, robotically agreed like a good sex slave should/would. 

"Yes Sir, thank you, Sir." She replied, at Daddy's offer to fuck her in the ass, then transfer his cock from her bum, into my mouth. 

Yes, I was jealous, especially after seeing the moves she had. She essentially did all the work, and fucked her own arse on Daddy's dick. 

She was a pro, rolling her hips, a deep arch to her back and letting her tits flop about, all while occasionally glancing in my direction. 

Before long, Daddy got up and popped out of her butt. Then it was directly over to me and into my waiting mouth. 

There was definitely no twelve repetitions this time, there's no way Daddy would have lasted. I kinda enjoyed teasing him this way, without him knowing. I knew he was on the brink of blowing his load so I sucked his cock with tremendous vigor and speed. If he cums...no more fucking Bella right? Hehe...

I think he was able to manage three. Three reps into Bella's asshole then into my mouth. At the end of the third trip, from ass to mouth, Daddy finally exploded into my throat. 

There! Now I can go brush my teeth...*blush*

Right after I thank Bella for participating in my dreadfully shameful punishment. I knelt down and kissed her passionately on the asshole, verbally thanking her in the process. 

Daddy went down to the kitchen to make us all a snack. I threw on some panties and little top, Bella just stayed in her stockings and garters. Ha. What a weapon she is!

I don't know what came over me, maybe it was the special bond I had with Bella or the intensity of the humiliation I just went through, with the ass-to-mouth punishment, but I couldn't keep my hands off her. I was still so aroused! I hadn't cum yet, during that who ordeal.

She went to wash her hands at the sink and I caressed her bum and slipped a finger inside her petals. 

I got an approving nod from Daddy that it was ok. That I wasn't being too bold for my role or too big for my britches as it's known. 

Next thing you know we were making out on the couch. 

And before you know it, I had my legs in the air, letting her slip my panties off. 

As I watched her beautiful hair begin to brush against the insides of my thighs, I frantically called out to Daddy who was in the kitchen. 

"Would it be ok if I had an orgasm, Daddy...please?" 

I knew the moment her mouth came into contact with my cunt it would be all over for me. It would be too late to seek Daddy's permission. 

"Sure, sweetie." He called back to me. 

Bella gave me an evil but playful smile, before leaning all the way in to French kiss my clit. 

*MOAAAAAN!!

Gawwwd damn! Ohhh fuck did I ever cum for her. Her tongue lashed the shit outta me! I wanted her to make me cum again but I didn't want to push my luck with Daddy. I pulled Bella in for a kiss so I could taste myself on her lips, then gave her an equally sinister and playful smile back. 

"Daddddddieeee...can Bella stay the night with us?"

Well she did...we slept in until like noon yesterday. We literally had sex like all fucking night! It was amazing. We teased poor Daddy so much! Hehe

He told me his cock feels like it was in a wet bouncy castle all night. Lol. Jesus...

I'll write about Saturday night, if you'd like to hear more about it? 

Until then. 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Threesome with Bella