Showing posts with label school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label school. Show all posts

Thursday, May 2, 2024

Les Misérables

Continued from: Dream Team

Remember Remy, everyone? The sissy schoolgirl from France. Well he's back to finish off his experience with my real girls. This is Remy’s current predicament, in  the presence of my three minions, with his little penis safe and secure within the confines of a chastity cage. 


The room fell silent as Remy walked into the classroom, his Mary Jane heels clicking on the linoleum floor. All around him, he saw gorgeous women - tall, curvy, confident - dressed identically to him. 


Each one seemed to radiate an air of superiority that made him shrink even further into himself. When Mistress Andrea called on him to introduce himself, he stuttered out his sissy name of, Lena, with his eyes glued to the floor in front of him. 

"And what brings you to our all-girls institution, Remy?" she asked sweetly. 

Remy's face flamed with embarrassment as he mumbled something about wanting to learn how to be a girl. Mistress Andrea's eyebrow arched at his answer, clearly unimpressed. "Is that so?" she purred, circling him like a shark. "Well then, let's start with a demonstration. Show the real girls your chastity cage, dear." 

With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Remy reached down to lower his panties and lift the hem of his skirt, exposing the baby pink cage that encased his tiny penis. Laughter erupted from the other women as they pointed and jeered, some of them even pulling out their phones to snap pictures. 


Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, but he didn't dare cry - not here, not like this. Instead, he stood there, frozen as Mistress Andrea continued to berate him, her words cutting deeper than any knife ever could. "Look at this pathetic excuse for a man! This is what happens ladies, when you enjoy dressing up as a naughty little schoolgirl."

Remy suddenly noticed that all the desks were equipped with a large, realistic and veiny dildos, standing at attention before the other women in the room. 


As the lesson began, Remy couldn't help but stare at the monstrous cock affixed to his own desk. His heart raced as Mistress Andrea announced that today's lesson would be focused on manual and oral pleasures. The girls all giggled, but Remy's poor face was white with embarrassment. Over the next hour, Summer, Nancy and Carley all helped their new sissy classmate to jerk off the dildo with his hands and how to use his mouth and tongue to explore its length and girth. 

When it came time for Remy to demonstrate what he'd learned, he found himself paralyzed with fear. The thought of kneeling before these beautiful women, opening his mouth wide and taking that massive dildo inside...it was too much. He shook his head, muttering a feeble protest. But Mistress Andrea wouldn't hear of it. Grabbing him roughly by the arm, she dragged him to the front of the class, positioning him on his knees. 

"You will learn to be a girl, little sissy," she growled, raising a wicked paddle high above her head. 


The crack of wood meeting flesh echoed through the classroom as Andrea brought the paddle down hard on Remy's exposed bottom. He squealed like a little girl, his body jolting forward with each strike. The women watched eagerly, some even cheering her on as she continued the brutal paddling. By the time she was finished, his pale skin was a deep crimson colour, dotted with angry white splotches and bruises. 

Sobbing openly, Remy finally obeyed and began to suck the large dildo while the girls cheered and called him names. 
 

When his humiliation had reached its apex, Remy was escorted to the Principal's office by Mistress Andrea. Her stern grip on his upper arm led him down the hallway, passing curious glances from other teachers and students. He wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and disappear. The door swung open, revealing a well-lit room filled with the scent of old books and leather. Principal Jones sat behind his mahogany desk, a cruel smile playing across his face as he took in Remy's sissy appearance. 

He gestured towards the corner of the room and told him how to position his feet and arms. 


Tears streamed down Remy's face as he was now alone in the office with this strange man. The sound of a zipper sounded like a chainsaw in the quiet room, followed by the wet, rhythmic slapping of a palm against an engorged penis. The Principal was masturbating at his desk, while admiring the view of Remy in the timeout corner. 

Remy was pulled from the corner by the cruel Principal, his eyes downcast as he tried to process the situation. Never in his wildest nightmares had he imaged himself in this position - kneeling before another man, his own tiny caged penis a mockery of masculinity compared to the impressive cock before him. 

"Take it in your hand, girl," the Principal ordered, smirking at the look of revulsion on Remy's face. Slowly, trembling, Remy reached out and wrapped his fingers around the warm, velvety length, trying not to cry as he began to stroke it tentatively. 


Eventually Principal Jones leaned back on the desk and spread his legs wider. "Now, sissy," he purred, "I want you to put that pretty mouth of yours to work." 

Swallowing hard, Remy leaned forward, the tip of the Principal's cock brushing against his lips. He closed his eyes, steeling himself for the worst. 


But then, the strangest thing happened: instead of feeling repulsed, he felt...excited? Desperate? Hungry for more cock? He didn't know why, but suddenly all he wanted was to please this powerful man, as he could feel his penis growing hard inside his mouth. 

In a moment of pure desperation, Remy looked up at Principal Jones, tears pooling in his eyes. "Please Sir," he begged, his voice cracking with need. "Please fuck me like a girl." The words left his mouth before he even realized what he was saying, but once they were out there, there was no turning back. 


Beneath the harsh fluorescent lights of the Principal's office, Remy was bent over a counter, his plaid skirt lifted and his panties pulled down to his ankles. The sounds of feminine laughter and excited whispers filled his ears, as the real girls entered the room to watch him be claimed by this dominant male figure. Each time Principal Jones thrust deep into his tight, unwilling hole, the pink chastity cage would rattle and slap about between his thighs, reminding him of his status as a "man". 

He could feel the head of the Principal's cock hit his prostate, sending sparks of pleasure to his growing penis, only to be snuffed out by the rigid cage that kept it limp and lifeless. 

Carley, of all people, who was watching the fucking intently, cried out in encouragement, driving the other girls into a fit of laughter and excitement. "Cum inside him!" she yelled it again. The heat of Remy's embarrassment flooded his face as he felt the Principal begin to tense-up, and then, with one final thrust, he released himself deep into Remy's asshole. The sensation of hot jizz filling him up was indescribable - both humiliating and thrilling at the same time. 

As he pulled out, leaving Remy gasping and trembling on the desk, the girls erupted into applause, their voices ringing in his ears like a symphony of sissy shame.  

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Thank you to the real Remy for his collaboration and content on this one. He ended up messing around with his own face and an AI image generator to create the following. This is how Remy actually dresses, behind closed doors, when he is Lena - the chaste sissy gurl. Please enjoy:

 





Mistress Andrea

xoxo





Thursday, April 25, 2024

The Tears of the Sissies will Water the Meadows of France

Continued from: Gamer Mode

Hello everyone. I have to take a quick detour from my exploration of newly discovered animations within the Sims. I received a fan request, for a personalized series. I'd like you all to welcome Remy. He is an adult male from France. 

Obviously under consent, he wished his own likeness to be posted for all to see, to shame and humiliate him even more than his outfit would suggest. 


As you can see, Remy is a sissy schoolgirl. His plaid skirt is lifted and panties lowered, to expose a tiny pink chastity cage, housing an even tinier little clitty between his legs. This is the style of dress he prefers to be in, rather than his boring male clothes. 

Look at the two little dimples on his back, just like a girl! It's called "Britney Spears back", Remy. And all the men enjoy seeing these little dimples, when they take you from behind. Very visually delightful and feminine in the timeout corner too!


From his pigtails to his knee socks, it looks like he has everything, with the exception of Mary Jane heels. He will remedy this very soon.

After my last post, Remy left me a comment on the blog that read: 

Hello Mistress.
I am a sissy slave schoolgirl from France who wears a chastity cage.
Could I become a character in your stories please
I would like to be enrolled in your school for girls and be required to wear the same uniform as the other students
I would follow the same training as the other girls and I would also be punished

I think we can accommodate this request. Maybe a little foreign exchange student program for him, but the only option available is an all girls school?

I need to first put together the perfect team of minions to ensure he has the "proper" experience during his time with us. 

Nancy Landgraab, remember sweet Nancy, the oldest of my clients? Perhaps she could provide a more "senior girl", maternal and caring approach to Remy's time with us, while holding the authority to discipline him also, like the den mother of the group? 


We now have an AI version of Nancy. What do you think...pretty close? 


And I know she can pull off the schoolgirl look. I have spanked her over my knee many times while she's dressed like this: 


My wife, Summer! Obviously. She's from Paris. We totally need her to be involved, so she and Remy can conspire, commiserate and giggle in their native language, behind the teacher's back. 


We all know that she can rock the schoolgirl look too! 


Then, we need a wildcard in the mix. Someone who could go completely off script and just do whatever. Usually this role is filled by Cassandra, the wildest of them all, but alas, Cassie is unavailable for Remy's visit. 

Maybe that Carley girl? Remember her? That mousey, tattooed little thing? If her Dominant, Robby, lets her, then perhaps she could come play with us? I'm pretty sure she would have a gothy, schoolgirl uniform in her wardrobe somewhere. 


Robby will have to let us know if Carley can come by for a playdate. 

As for you, Remy, it would appear the stage is set for some deep humiliation, severe discipline and continued denial. You can expect your submissive stay with the girls and I to be absolutely miserable!


How do you put it, Les Misérables?

Mark my words, the tears of the sissy will water the meadows of France!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo  

Continued in: Dream Team














 


Friday, June 9, 2023

"Big-Girl" Room

Continued from: Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 2

A Sarah Jane story

My first day of "big girl" school! Why was I so nervous?

Mistress Andrea and "Daddy" did a lovely job on my new room. It had a petulant teenager feel to it and rather than having to sleep in a frilly pink, princess bed, I now had a big-girl bed. Hopefully I'll be permitted to do big-girl "things" in it (*giggle*).


I requested of Mistress, that my room still have a lockable cell door. I still wanted to feel like I was at her BDSM Facility against my will. Forced to dress as my owners wish, forced to perform degrading sexual acts and punished when I do not. The consensual non-consent element of my time at the Facility was all part of my fetish and my fantasy.


They happily obliged and each evening I spent at the Facility and other times throughout the day when I was idle, I spent that time locked behind heavy, steel bars. 

Daddy "tucked me in" last night, before locking my cell. Since my recent age-progression promotion, my bedtime attire now allowed for cute satin slips, teddies and babydolls. I knew Daddy was coming down to do our bedtime ritual, so I picked out a cute little cami, I didn't wear any panties and I attached a collar around my neck that had the lettering "DADDY" on it. Super cute right?


As per the rules of our bedtime ritual, over I went. Over Daddy's knee for a loving and caring spanking before bed, followed by a quick dose of Daddy's belt. Daddy enters my room and without saying anything, sits on the edge of my bed. I immediately rush to his right side and drape myself across his lap. We do this every evening that I stay here. 


After I am sufficiently spanked and strapped, part of our ritual, one of my favourtie parts actually, involves Daddy's tongue on and in my little bum hole. He gives me special Daddy kisses on my little pucker while I masturbate for him. I love bedtime with Daddy! 


The next morning after I got myself ready and made-up, I thumbed through my new wardrobe with delight. Yes, the style of my attire was still schoolgirl, which is embarrassing for me to wear as a 40-year-old woman, but these new clothes were more grown-up. 

Knee socks had been replaced with dark tights and over the knee stockings and my patent Mary Janes had been replaced with three and four-inch heels. I felt sexy! I was really fucking aroused. I thought I should deal with myself before school. 


My previous bedroom came with colouring books, diaper cream and Legos to play with. My big-girl room came with toys too! I not only had a Hitachi, but also a great big dildo to play with. All the books provided in my room were BDSM erotica and soft-cover, spanking fiction written by an author named Julie Delmar. I even had a little photo board which shamefully displayed images of me performing various straight and lesbian sex acts. *BLUSH!!

Needless to say, the new room seemed to be encouraging...of self pleasure and arousal. 

Just as I was really getting down to business, using my body like a personal amusement park, Daddy walked into the basement and caught me. 


I think I went white. All of my face-flushing colour I caused from masturbating, drained away instantly. I thought I was in so much shit! I thought I would be sleeping on my tummy for a month.

Daddy told me to get up on the bed on my hands and knees. I obeyed immediately. 

When I heard the unmistakable jingle of his belt buckle, I just shut my eyes and gritted my teeth. I was fending off butterflies and waiting for that first lash of leather to sear across my bare ass and likely graze my puffy, pussy lips. 

The sharp crack of Daddy's belt never came. I stayed in position with my bare ass in the air. I dared not look back. I just remained in position with my lower back arched.  

The reason I wasn't being belt whipped, was that Daddy's belt was still in his pants...that were now on the floor, along with all of his other clothing.

He came up behind me, grabbed a handful of my hair and plunged his raging cock directly into my pussy. 


Daddy fucked me good and hard on my big-girl bed, right before school that morning! 

Is this what grown-up girls at the Facility get, at this stage?! No longer spanked for being naughty, they get fucked instead?!! Wtf?? 

I think I was starting to like this big-girl concept!


When Daddy pulled out I laid on my back and opened my mouth for him, displaying my eagerness, showing him that I was in-fact a big-girl now. 


He came into my mouth while he fucked my throat and I cleaned my own pussy flavours off his cock. 

Nothing was said about being caught with my Hitachi. Maybe this is what a "punishment" actually means now, for a big-girl. 

We tidied up quickly and I found my extremely short kilt to go with my outfit. Daddy took me by the hand and led me upstairs to find Mistress. I didn't want to be late for my first day of senior school.

Could you imagine?? 

"I'm sorry I'm late Mistress, Daddy caught me masturbating in my room so he fucked me and came into my mouth. That's why I'm running behind."

Could you imagine her face!! Gawd, I'd be in so much trouble!



Mistress is so pretty! Even when she's angry. 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Senior School

 
 



 



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