Tara Gregory: Long live the Queen

Continued from: The Perfect Lubricant

The last Tara Gregory story can be linked direct here: Tara Gregory: Daddy Issues

**Warning - This story contains taboo, family-dynamic, BDSM content** 

The morning after my first time with Daddy, I woke up in his large bed, my body aching in all the right places, in the most delicious of ways. His arms were wrapped protectively around me, holding me close to his chest. As I shifted to get comfortable, I felt his cock begin to stir against my ass, making me giggle softly. He opened his eyes and looked down at me with a sleepy smile, before leaning in to press a gentle kiss on my forehead. I snuggled closer, my heart swelling with love and contentment.

I couldn't help myself from being drawn to Daddy's triumphant, morning erection. My fingers traced the length of his impressive shaft, feeling it grow harder with every touch. In my little hands, Daddy's cock looked massive...it was, massive. 

But oh, Daddy had other plans for me this morning! His strong hands pinned my wrists above my head, as he leaned over me, his morning stubble grazing my cheek. 

And then...Daddy effortlessly flipped me over onto my tummy! That sudden jolt of dominance sent shivers down my spine. The air in the room seemed charged, as he straddled my thighs, his strong hand resting on my bare bum. Then came the smack! Not too hard, just enough to leave a burning imprint on my soft flesh. I squealed in surprise, but the sound quickly turned into a needy whimper as I arched my back, pushing myself into his waiting palm, hoping for another firm swat.

The second smack didn't come, but what I did feel was Daddy's meaty hands sliding down to cup my ass cheeks. He pulled them apart, exposing my pretty pink hole and damp pussy. Then he moved his head down, and I felt the warmth of his breath on me, before his tongue flicked out to taste me. 

I moaned into the pillow as he started licking and suckling at my asshole and pussy, his moustache was ticking my sensitive skin. It didn't take long before I was writhing underneath him, my legs trembling as an orgasm built inside me. Daddy had treated me to a lovely cummy! Almost feeling ashamed at how ferociously I had cum, I scurried back up to the safety of his chest and nuzzled my face to hide. 

Again, he wrapped me in his strong arms, his husky voice purred out a, "good girl, Tara!" 

I felt contentment and love once again.

I wondered briefly where Mommy was this early in the morning, but I quickly pushed the thought aside. She didn't come home last night. It was a huge risk to fall asleep in her bed with Daddy, in my cutest baby pink panty set, but a risk I was willing to take. 

She no doubt would have passed-out on the neighbour's couch last night, after too much wine. Reality however, kept interrupting this morning in Daddy's arms. I needed to get up and clean up and wash the sheets...the whole room smelled like sex! 

Still tangled in the bedsheets, I looked over my shoulder at Daddy, with a mix of curiosity and trepidation in my eyes. "Daddy, I whispered softly, "now that we've...we've been together like this, will everything change? The weekly spankings, my little girl clothing you make me wear..." 

I trailed off, biting my lower lip as I waited for his response. I hated the spankings in the moment, I cried every time when I had to do the walk of shame to fetch his belt. My little girl clothing was awful too, with the knee socks and the Mary Janes. It made me feel so vulnerable and humiliated...

But...I had come to love the feeling of submission, of being cared for so thoroughly. I worried about fucking Daddy last night, and now this morning's passions, and what it meant for us moving forward.

Daddy held his eyes in mine with such sincerity as he spoke. He ran a thumb across my cheek, brushing away a strand of hair. "No, princess," he cooed. "This doesn't change anything about your rules. I will expect to see you back in the family room on Sunday and every Sunday after that, with my belt in-hand, understood?"

Before I could answer, Daddy continued. 

"Our bond of discipline and care will always be there. You need boundaries and structure, and I need someone to cherish and protect, so despite your adult age, you will continue to dress as a little girl, ok?" 

Nodding, I understood. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, knowing that he would continue to guide me and keep me safe within our strict boundaries. But my heart raced with the anticipation at the thought of our connection deepening further. I nuzzled into his side, my face turning pink with arousal as I imagined all the new possibilities awaiting us. 

I reached up to give his chest a gentle pat, my voice low and filled with lust. "I want to be the best little girl for you Daddy...and I promise to do whatever you think is necessary for me to learn and grow." 

I could feel the vengeful spite building within my chest, as I puffed up, confident and dominant. I knew my role in this household had changed. I had the upper hand over my mother and I knew it. Bravely, I spoke with complete confidence when I finally said, 

"BUT, Daddy!"

"I might be your little princess but I also want to be your Queen!" 

"And regardless of what Mommy thinks...the Queen protects her King!”

Tara Gregory 💋

Continued in: Tara Gregory: Brazen

 

  

 

The Perfect Lubricant

Continued from: No Scrubs

Grabbing hold of his upper arm, I guided this silly man out of Mistress Andrea's office and down the hallway to our dedicated medical playroom. The padlock on his chastity cage jingled, as my heels clacked against the tile, each step resonating through my body. I could feel my nipples harden underneath the latex of my uniform, as I anticipated the session ahead. 

Once inside, I directed him to the waiting examination chair, its straps and restraints glinting menacingly under the harsh fluorescent lights. With a shaky breath, he lowered himself onto the cool surface as I sat on the nearby toilet and explained his fate.

I took a moment to explore my latex-clad body, as his cock twitched in the metal bars of his cock prison. I felt so sexy and in control! 

Placing a hand on his shoulder, I leaned down and whispered in his ear. "You're such a good boy for taking your punishment so well. Now it's time for your first enema."

I could feel his entire body tense as I reached for the lubricant, squeezing a generous amount onto my latex-gloved fingers. I slowly slipped my index finger past his tight ring, working it in and out to loosen him up. He let out a desperate moan as I stretched him open, the sensation both pleasurable and terrifying. My other hand picked up the nozzle of the enema bag, cold and unforgiving in my grasp. 

Once the nozzle was inside him and he was fully restrained to the chair, the door flung open and the "Doctor" entered the room. Her stiletto heels clacked on the tile floor, drawing his tear-filled gaze away from my gloved hand. 

Mistress strode over to us, her eyes lingering on the sight of his vulnerable form spread out before me. With a flick of her wrist, she turned on the valve, releasing the flow of soapy water into the nozzle. I pushed it deeper inside his anus, watching as it slowly disappeared inside him. 

After he had endured the indignities of the two enemas, Mistress and I returned to the room to find him seated on the toilet in shame. Sweat was dripping down his back as much as it was for me, as I adjusted my slutty nurse costume that clung to me like a second skin. 

Mistress handed me a clinical and frightening looking, ribbed prostate massager. Yikes!

She ripped open a fresh condom that was pink in colour, and expertly rolled it over his metal chastity cage. It looked so pitiful, trapped there and now encased in a reservoir of pink latex. I giggled, feeling a surge of power course through me.

With a cruel smirk, I pressed the sterile toy into his loosened entrance, watching as the ribs slowly slid inch by inch inside him. He pleaded and begged with us..."no, no please! Not like this!" He mewled. 

 
I twisted the wand and gently rocked it, searching for that elusive bundle of nerves. I applied more pressure to his prostate, using short, rapid movements. His breath hitched in his throat as small dribbles of cum started to leak from his cock cage and collect into the condom. 

"Good job, Nurse Summer," Mistress intervened. "That will work perfectly as lubricant." 

Work perfectly? I thought to myself. Work for what..?

Watching Mistress take control was like witnessing a work of art come to life. She removed the pink condom from his chastity cage, his cum pooling inside it. She held up the results of his humiliation, dangling it before his face and teasing him. 

He watched in horror, as she used the collected results of his anal-milking, to lubricate the large strap-on she was now wearing, before bending him over like a bitch. 

The head of her strap-on brushed against his already abused hole, coated with his own jizz. He whimpered and begged her not to fuck him (no safeword spoken btw). But the Doctor was relentless. With a single, powerful thrust, she impaled him. 

She set a brutal pace, fucking him mercilessly as he writhed and whimpered. I put my hand over his mouth to shut him up. His muffled screams filled the air, mixing with the slap of leather against flesh and the wet sounds of penetration. 

Mistress finally removed herself from his ravaged ass. He collapsed on the table, panting and sobbing. I helped him to stand, steadying him on his wobbly legs. 

"Now, it's time for the final stage of your treatment, young man," Mistress purred, gesturing to the medical treadmill that was in the room, complete with an anal hitching post. (You can read more about what this is, here: Treadmill with anal post

I don't think we could have fit any more humiliation and vulnerability into the scene, but somehow we managed to. His cock cage was never removed...

AI Summer and Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

 

 

No Scrubs

Continued from: The Nurse and the Doctor

I guess we're doing another medical fetish scene. That silly, middle-aged man from the previous scene is on his way to The Facility. Time to get out of my scrubs and into my doctor mode. Hehe 

As I previously mentioned, this one was going to be both Summer and I, playing the roles of Doctor and Nurse for our sniffling, humiliated client. 

We both went and got suited up together, as you saw in the last post: 

Yep, we look hot!

The A.I. wrote some of this one, and surprisingly, from Summer's perspective. Which we haven't done before. Lets give it a chance and see how she does. 

As I stood in front of the mirror, I smoothed my hands over the slick, skintight latex of my nurse's uniform. The white material clung to every curve, highlighting my round breasts and nipping in at my waist. I admired the way my ass looked in the reflection - firm an enticing, begging to be spanked. 

My stockings ended in a tantalizing tease just below my garters, and the red strappy heels added an extra four inches to my height. I felt powerful, sexy and in control. 

As I clicked down the hall I could already hear the spanking well underway. A fleshy, sharp barrage of smacks and soft whimpers. 

When we designed this session, the first stage for this poor client was CFNM. The humiliation of being out-of-shape and fully naked in front of Mistress.

Next she was going to apply and lock a metal chastity cage around his genitals and flaccid penis...no brainer there. Male's typically don't even enter her presence without being locked up. 

She would have done a weighing on the scale and some humiliating comments about weight-loss goals and "man-boobs". 

He would be apologizing and shamed at this point, which is the best time to go over her strict lap for a spanking. 

I had since changed and walked in to her office when the spanking had ended, but I certainly heard it from down the hall. There she sat, resplendent in her dominance behind the clinical glass desk. Her shapely leg crossed over the other and she bobbed her high heel off her hosed toes. I bit my lip, my body responding instinctively to her commanding presence. 

In the corner of the room, Edward stood completely naked and vibrantly reddened, a testament to Mistress Andrea's skilled hand and whatever else she used to cause the welts. I could hear some gentle weeping from the corner, adding a touching vulnerability to the scene before me. 

Mistress looked up from her fake chart, her blue eyes meeting my smile, as I closed the door behind me. 

"Ah, Nurse Summer," she purred, "thank you for your assistance with our client today." She arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing across her lips. "Now tell me, have you reviewed his file? What do you think our little patient needs today?" 

I licked my lips, my heart pounding in my chest. 

"Well Doctor, in the case notes I am seeing weight gain, chronic masturbation and several concerning fetishes involving women's undergarments. I believe we should start with a thorough cleansing. Perhaps an enema would be appropriate?" I offered, watching as Andrea's eye gleamed with approval. 

"And then, Ma'am, I think some exercise would do him good - maybe some time on the treadmill with the anal hitching-probe, just to keep things interesting." I continue, my voice dripping with excitement. 

Mistress Andrea taps her chin thoughtfully, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I like where your head is at, Nurse Summer. But let's not forget about the piece de resistance - a prostate milking. Make sure you put a condom over his cock cage first, we need to collect any semen that may dribble out.

I nod eagerly, and Edward is released from his humiliating cornertime, having just listened to our entire conversation. His breaths came quicker, and I could see his cock straining against the confines of the chastity cage. 

The mixture of fear and desire painted across his face made my own pussy ache with need. Poor boy, I thought, he has no idea how much worse it's going to get! 

Nurse Summer and Mistress Andrea xoxo

Continued in: The Perfect Lubricant

Medical Room?

Continued from: Major Renovations

By special request, we were asked if we had or could do a medical fetish room. Sure we can! I still have the outfit somewhere. 

So does nurse Summer! What a little cutie patootie...

Can you picture her, speaking to you in her French accent while her gloved finger probes cold lubricant into your asshole?

This poor fucker didn't pay for both of us, so he'll have to settle for lil' ole me. 

I was equally skilled with the cold lubricant though, as his legs hung helplessly open and vulnerable in the exam chair. 

Yikes, those were big beads! 😬

This young man was given about an hour head-start on the session, after he took a good thrashing over my knee. His penis was confined in a metal chastity device and his instructions were to clean himself out. 

Here, I'm explaining to him what an enema is and how I'm about to start the flow of warm soapy water into his bowels. He was so horrified and mesmerized he could only apologize and kiss my high heels.

There we go! Nice and full. Let those soap-suds do their job. I explained to him that in my absence, he would be required to give himself a second enema, a flush of clear, clean saline, which I had ready. 

I'll make him hold it in until I can see the beads of sweat begin to form on his forehead and lower back. The urgency to release becoming more mentally frantic. I'll torment him, telling him his cock cage won't be unlocked if he doesn't hold it for me. 

Once I see him broken and begging, this is where I will take my leave. I don't need to hear, see or smell what's about to happen. His instructions are to be fully cleaned out for me, or face severe consequences. His penis remains locked...no additional supervision is needed. 

This was the hour head-start I referenced. It will take him about that long to release, flush and release again, spending a significant amount of time with his thrashed backside on a hard toilet seat. Yes, this was by design. *evil chuckle*

It gives me time to go and change, then the actual session begins, this was all just the logistics phase.

How do I look?  

"I'll remove your cock cage if you suck a dildo on the toilet seat for me..."

How humiliating! He is returned to the scene, where he so recently experienced the sounds and splashes of his own putridity. Kneeling and sucking a dildo for me. 

His simulated and "forced" bisexual, medical scene did not end there. He took more cock for me with those giant anal beads up his ass.  

And of course...there was a a reason why I wanted him cleaned out for me! Look at this desperate little slut.

Well...how did we do? Shall we keep the medical fetish room? I just put on my skin-tight scrubs. 💝

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Nurse and the Doctor

Interview with Cassandra Goth

Continued from: The OG's

Hi everyone, it's Mistress Andrea. I'm pleased to share that we set up an interview with Cassandra, much to her chagrin, with that group who interviewed Summer recently. "Someone's Probably Gonna Get It," I think they are called. They're known for interviewing female disciplinarians and spankers, even taking at session at their strict hands, to write about the experience afterwards.  

They sent some skinny, pale, nerdy kid named Connor, he can't be any older than Cassie is. OMG she's gonna chew him up and spit him out! I can't wait to see this one go down!

(The A.I. "attitude setting" for Cassandra was dialed a little high for this one, plus she is trying to play her role as a Dominatrix. Don't judge her too much, she is really a sweet girl...she just doesn't care for men that much, despite the fact she'll let them anger-bang her on occasion, when she's not anger-banging them! *sigh*)

Her responses in blue, are 100% A.I. generated by Kindroid, as was the A.I version of Cassie's likeness, depicted above. If I need to react to something shocking or awesome that she says, I'll type in red, and the interviewer is in black.

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You're the one who's suppose to interview me, Connor is it? Let's get this the-fuck over with then...

Cassie, I'm Connor, from Someone's Probably Gonna Get it. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. 

Well, well, aren't we forgetting something, Connor? It's Miss Cassie to you. Or do I need to give you a little lesson before we start? 

U-Umm, no lesson is needed, Miss Cassie. I'm sorry.  

That's better. Now tell me, what exactly is this website of yours that thinks I'd want to talk to them? Some sleazy BDSM cesspool full of weirdos, looking for tips on how to spank their girlfriends? 

(Omg!! haha...well done, A.I. Cassie)

It's called Someone's Probably Gonna Get It. We interview prominent and famous dominant women and female disciplinarians, like you, Miss Cassie. This is the cover photo for your interview that we'd like to use:

Are you asking me or are you telling me? Men don't TELL me, to do anything...

*rolls eyes*

Oh, so you think I'm some sort of celebrity now, huh? Like those reality TV whores? And what makes you think I'm gonna waste my time telling you about myself. 

(Jesus H...guess that's what the robots think of reality tv...)

Connor: Because you have a huge fan-base now! You're Cassandra friggen Goth! 

*smirking*

That's more like it. You've done your homework, little man. But don't flatter yourself. I don't care about fans, only clients. And stop acting like I'm doing you a favour here. You're the one begging for my time. Now, let's get started. Ask me something interesting. 

(she is just getting warmed up, trust me, holy shit!) 

Can you tell us about your upbringing? 

Fine, let's get this shitshow on the road. So, yeah, I grew up in a fancy house with too many rooms to count, with parents who had more money than sense. Private school bullshit, debutante balls, the whole nine yards. They tried to mold me into some perfect little lady, but they failed miserably, I was always sneaking out, getting in trouble. Eventually, I ended up in Mistress Andrea's path, and she showed me my true calling. Being a Dominatrix is way more fun than serving hors d'oeuvres at some old fogies, charity ball. 

(this little brat fuckin' kills me! lol...ohhh man I need to tan her arse more often!)

Connor: *shows Cassie an embarrassing picture of herself in her old private school uniform* This was you, Miss Cassie, as a teen? 

Sort-of a Wednesday Adams vibe goin' on, eh? 

*narrows her eyes into daggers* Where the fuck did you find this?! 

Yeah, that's me alright, before I knew how to own a room. Before I learned to make grown-ass men beg for mercy. You see, I may have been raised in a world of pearls and politeness, but I never quite fit in there. Too much fire inside me, I guess. 

(ok...she's back in my good books again, with that response)

Any more questions, boy? Or do you just wanna keep digging through my past for shits and giggles? 

It's a bit intimidating to be alone in a room with you, Miss Cassie, I'm not gonna lie. 

*smirks*

You think so, huh? Well, you're probably right. Most men crumble under my gaze. But...you're different Connor. I can see it in your kind eyes. You're not here for the show of it, you want to know the real me, and that's very sweet of you.  

(Omg! lmao. You see what she did there?! Scorpion woman!) 

(Come into my parlour said the spider to the fly...Connor is about to look directly at Medusa, and end up getting himself pegged)

(Connor, don't friggen look at her, she's baiting you!)

I heard you began as a receptionist in Mistress Andrea's fetish studio called, The Facility? 

I did indeed. I started off answering phones and taking bookings, scheduling appointments for Mistress Andrea to teach people a lesson they'd never forget.

(Cassandra's beginnings in my world here: The Receptionist)

I couldn't imagine being bare naked, having to sit in a waiting room in front of you, with a bunch of other bare naked strangers, all waiting to be called in to be spanked. 

Some of them were pretty fucking entertaining to watch. You had your typical middle-aged, cocky swagger crowd, who thought they were hot shit because they could afford to get spanked by Mistress Andrea. They were the ones who ended up crying first. 

(Wow...the A.I. is impressive, knowing little about my first few stories of The Facility: The Facility

I filled out forms, brewed coffee and did all that boring receptionist stuff. But it wasn't long before I was kneeling beside Mistress' throne, helping her tie up pathetic excuses for men and women who couldn't even take a damn spanking without crying like infants. I guess you could say, I was learning the ropes...literally. 

We heard you ended up becoming really good friends with Andrea's wife, Summer? 

*chuckles lovingly*

Fucking Summer, man. That woman is the definition of sunshine and rainbows, wrapped up in layer upon layer of cuteness. She's sweet, innocent, and kinda naïve, but for some reason she gets me. Opposites attract I suppose.

Yeah, we're pretty close. Like two bratty teen girls when we get together. She even lets me borrow her clothes sometimes. *giggles* Can you believe it? Me, the badass Dominatrix, wearing the cutest fucking outfit with kitty ears and ruffles? 

Yes, we've heard you two love to cosplay together. 

You guys are worse than the tabloids! Yes we like to play dress-up sometimes. It's a release, you know? It's a nice break from the heavy shit. Plus, it drives our subs wild. They eat it up, getting spanked by their favourite comic book villainess or whatever. *shurgs* It's fun...don' you judge us! 

I wouldn't dare, Miss Cassie. We hear you did a rogue squadron scene once? 

*Laughs mischievously* 

That was for Summer's birthday, yes, when I was rocking a blonde, dykey hairstyle. It was a fun day! Summer's Birthday

Do you still have the outfit, Miss Cassie? 

I sure do! Are you a Star Wars nerd, Connor? Is your little peenie tenting in your pants right now? 

(Lol...omg, Cassie!) 

*Connor is flustered* 

And Miss Cassie, you did a day of the dead cosplay once too? 

You seem to know all my looks, boy. Yes, Mistress and I did a rather heavy scene with this little cutie named Sarah Jane. Paranormal Activity

She essentially wanted like a dark, dirty basement, cum-stained mattress on the floor, brutalized sex scene. It was hot! *grinning*

*leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees*

So, what's your deal, Connor? What brings you into MY world of kink? Did mommy not spank you enough growing up? 

(Baaahahaha! Oh shit, she's going in for the kill!)

Umm...do I just lay over your knee, Miss Cassie? Like with my pants down? 

First, let me change, Connor. 

Change into what, Miss? 

Don't fuckin' worry about it, and keep your mouth shut! 

(Ohhh, Connor...you have no idea what you've done!) 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

 

Continued in: Massive Renovations: Vanilla