50 Shades of Red

Continued from: Uniformity

There's a reason my face looks so cocky right now. It's not the champagne, I haven't popped that just yet, but I'm about to...

Let me zoom out a little so you can see how I spent my Valentine's Day. 

OHH! Look at these two beauties...Wha happened?? 

50 Shades of red welted asses is what happened, in my dining room no less! Boy...Valentine's Day escalated quickly. 

The day began like most days in our house, being awakened by Summer's little tongue and button nose between my legs. She purred and lapped and suckled my puss puss to an amazing, morning orgasm. This is somewhat of an expectation of her submissive role, to say good morning to me in this manner. That being said it is usually every morning! Yes, I'm a spoiled girl...but so is she!! Wait till you see what I made for Valentine's dinner. 

We talked foodie and meal-prep for a bit, while we snuggled in the afterglow of my orgasm. We decided on one of Summer's favourite dishes that I make her, lobster ramen! 

I might need to cum again, after looking at this image! 

It's a good February comfort food. I didn't have a sissy slave in the house to run out to the store for me, so I suited-up and braved the cold. I needed to get all the mise en place to pull this one off.

Then I return home...and I am greeted with this: 

Followed by Summer shrieking "happy Valentine's Day", before leaping into my arms to kiss me and tell me she loves me.

I couldn't help but giggle and shake my head...then sigh, as I began to assess the situation. Let's unpack everything here. 

So my wife is in her "submissive uniform". This is what she always wears when we dungeon play or D/s play together. It's stockings, strappy heels, opera gloves and a cuff and collar set. At some point she bought me a stuffie bear, roses and champagne and it looks like Bella is staying for dinner tonight. In fact, it looks like she is the appetizer round! 

Summer used her rope-bunny skills and had put Bella into a beautifully artistic tie. She was blindfolded, she was ball-gagged and she drooling onto my dining room table. Overall, it was quite pretty. It was like walking in on this:

 

What did you guys get for Valentine's Day? Haha...I got a sex slave! Wrapped up like a present. 

Cute idea Summer, I'll give you that. But you know how much I dislike red lingerie! 

She totally bratted me on this one. She knows how much I hate red lingerie, Valentine's Day or not. So she deliberately dresses Bella in red and gifts her to me. Sounds like someone is itching for a punishment I would say?  

"Kneel in the corner and don't move a muscle young lady, I'm going to go change!" 

I had taken Summer's bait. It looks like this is going down right in the dining room, but I wanted to slip into something a little more Dommey. 

I went to the bedroom and discovered that Summer had taken it upon herself to lay out a full outfit for me. Fuckin' RED lingerie! 

Ohhh, she was in for it...what a cheeky little bitch!

I played along...she had good taste at least, in the lingerie she selected, despite the colour. She's a very festive person and she thinks doing shit like this is fun and cute. What's gonna be cute is my whip on her bare ass, I thought to myself as I dressed and returned to the kitchen. 

When I eventually released her from the corner she saw me twirling the whip in my hands. She tried to fight off a little grin as her lips began to curl. 

"50 lashes on the bare bum, Summer Addison! Then I'm going to unwrap my present!" I hissed...

...to be continued. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

Continued in: Roses are red, Summer is too

   

 

Threesome with Bella

Continued from: Brush my Teeth

A Sarah Jane story 

Hi everyone, it's Sarah. Let me tell you about the threesome I had with Bella.

I'm not sure why I wanted Bella to stay the night with us, and share not only Daddy but our bed. I didn't want to share my Daddy! I wanted him all to myself. But I also knew how he would react, watching me perform sex acts with Bella. As it turned out that evening, my plan worked! *giggle

Look at the wonderful view Daddy has! He can see my little asshole winking at him, from my place of submission on my knees. He can see the lingering effects of his strong hand and wide belt, that so recently had my feet flailing and kicking the air. And he gets to watch the moment Bella gasps out loud, as she shudders and cums onto my tongue and lips.

When Daddy cums he needs some time to "reload". I'm sure this is true of all men. With Bella involved however, Daddy could watch me go down on her while stroking his cock. His reload time was drastically reduced! He rebounded back to fully erect, multiple times that night. I loved it!

When my jealously faded away and I actually started to enjoy Bella's sexual presence, I would politely ask Daddy to cuckquean me. I wanted to be kept in a headspace of degradation and humiliation. The shame I felt only made me more aroused. The humiliation kept my cunt nice and wet for Daddy, all night long!

I loved and hated this, which has always been my internal conflict. Like the sharp bite of a whip. It hurts like hell but I want more. I'm a pain slut...both physically and emotionally. 

Look at her! Deepthroating my Daddy's cock, while I can only drool from my gag and struggle against my binds.

I wasn't cast aside too long though. They made it up to me by taking turns licking and fucking my asshole with their tongues. This was embarrassing! I'm a submissive slave, I don't deserve such pleasures. 

Daddy would run a vibrator on my clit as he fucked my butt with his tongue. I came so frickin' hard. Then they would continue to pin me down and swap places, as Bella's tongue would slide into my ass and the purring of the vibrator would recommence. It felt like I was going insane...being "forced" to cum so many times that night. 

Forced, meaning I was placed into situations where there was no possible way I wouldn't cum. Look at Daddy's raging cock, fucking my dripping wet cunt, as Bella massages my clit with her tongue. Daddy spanked me good and hard during this, demanding that I get my slutty mouth onto Bella's pussy. Every time I pulled my mouth away to groan out loud in pleasure, I got another flurry of smacks to my bare ass, reminding me to get my lips on her cunt. I was absolutely loving this so much!  

This level of arousal I was experiencing, justified my internal conflict of wanting Bella to stay. I can't tell you how many times I came that night, Bella too. We lost count. Daddy didn't have quite as many but he held his own. When he needed to rebound so he could fuck us some more, I certainly helped him get there with my whorish mouth, whether it was on his dick or on Bella's beautiful pussy. 

If my mouth wasn't enough to rebound him quicker, Bella was right there to help me!

The sooner Daddy got hard for us, the sooner we could take turns riding his cock and his face some more..*giggle

Poor Daddy! Bella and I were a fuckin' handful that night. 

Pillow talk afterwards took an interesting an unexpected turn...

Daddy was cuddling me while Bella and I were kissing at each other's lips and neck. Maybe it was just small-talk but she asked me if I had been back to The Facility in awhile. 

I indicated that I hadn't, not since before the holidays...

Then she mentioned that her daughter, Cassandra was "house-sitting" the place, with her boyfriend, while Summer and Mistress Andrea were in Paris. Hmm...

The way she said it painted a very vanilla picture of innocence. Like the scene of a young couple on a first date, bowl of popcorn between them, watching a movie...the nervous male wondering if he should fake a yawn to get his arm around the girl. 

Oh Bella! If only you knew...I don't think she fully grasps what her daughter does exactly...at The Facility. 

Daddy just awkwardly cleared his throat as his face went red.   

And boyfriend?? Ha! Cassie doesn't have boyfriends, she hates men. 

House sitting my ass!...Some poor fucker is probably wishing he wasn't a submissive tonight. 

Haha.

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: The Huntress

  

The Fourth Guest

Continued from: Cum Junkies

A sarah jane story

Bella just smiled at me and told me that I looked absolutely beautiful. I blushed, trying to hide my nervousness about the situation. I knew I was extremely well conditioned and trained for this, but it was my Upper Floor debut! Fuck! 

Before the party guests arrived, Mistress entered to inspect our uniforms, I knelt right away. I wasn't sure if I was suppose to or not. She looked dominantly stunning! She was wearing a satin Cheongsam dress that made her look like the matriarch of a group of Geishas.

I was already feeling emotional and vulnerable, acutely aware that my cunt, tits and ass were deliberately exposed in this uniform. Yet it was this uniform that represented the achievement of my slave training. All of the discomforts, punishments and humiliations of the previous months, had now culminated into this final moment. 

Despite my nerves, I did feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Mistress solidified this when she told me to stand, hugged me and told me how proud of me she was. 

"Congratulations, Sarah Jane." She said. "You have reached the highest rank of sex slave at this Facility. I'm so proud of you!" 

My eyes glossed over with tears as I hugged her back, tightly. I cherished that final moment of comfort before I mentally prepared to be nothing more than a mouth, a cunt and an asshole for use by random kink-guests.

Mistress directed Bella to gag me and cage me, in anticipation of the first guests to arrive. 

A husband and wife couple showed up first, I heard Mistress call them Lily and Dan, followed by an additional male. I think I heard them greet him as, Lawrence.

Everyone mingled with Mistress, calling her by formal title, while Bella waited patiently to be called upon. It didn't take long before she had a cock in her mouth. 

Then two cocks in her mouth!

I could do nothing but stand there in captivity, drooling from my gag and watching. Gawd! Bella looked so beautiful and confident working those two men. The way she moaned on the dicks, the serpentine way she arched her back. I wanted to trade places with her right then and there. I was just as well-trained and confident in my skills. I was ready for this!  

By the time the men began spit-roasting her, I was starting to get annoyed, jealous actually. What the fuck?! What gives?

Why don't they want to use me? They can stick it in any hole they want for fuck sakes! Hell, I'll even bang the random girl with my tongue.

Lily, was it? She ended up becoming my last straw...

When the dude who wasn't her husband started fucking her on the end-table, I was Goddamn livid! 

I was an Upper Floor, sex slave now! Cut me loose on the room already, geezus! 

When Mistress finally approached my cage, I'm sure she could see the pang of jealously and desperation in my eyes. I wanted to yell, "what the fuck?!" through my gag. But something was up. 

She had a very sinister and devious look in her eyes. 

She let me hang in suspense for a moment, before whispering into my cage.

"There is a fourth guest coming. He has specifically asked for YOU, young lady." Mistress explained. 

"He wants to be rough. He wants to slap you and bite you and wrap his hands around your throat, while he takes you in the ass." 

*grrrrooooaan!

Oh gawd! I just audibly groaned into my gag, right in front of Mistress Andrea. 

I was a little scared, but I was ready to be the fuck out of that cage. I'm a sex slave. I can handle a little rough. I got this!

Mistress blindfolded me first and left my gag in. I felt her place something cold and metal around my neck and fasten whatever it was in place. A chain collar maybe? With a pendant of some sort? I assumed it was probably a collar with a nameplate that read "slut" or "slave" or something.

She helped me onto the bed, on my back, then shackled my wrists to the headboard. My gawd! My heart was pounding out of my chest! The minutes that slowly ticked by felt like an eternity. 

I began to hear footsteps approach. Heavy, masculine, footsteps...

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I was starting to feel afraid...or was the setting just playing ticks on me? We all have safewords here, this is a safe place! I was repeating this to myself, in my head, hoping my panic would pass.  

I flinched and gasped, slightly struggling, as I felt a strong, calloused hand, claw onto my throat. There was some light pressure. I wasn't being choked or strangled. It felt more like I was being claimed! If that makes sense? 

Then, all of sudden, whatever was around my neck was torn off. Like broken right off from around my neck, like a necklace stripping. 

I heard the jingle of a belt buckle. A sound I am certainly familiar with. One that I associated to being belt-whipped. My pussy was a little too panicked to soak like it usually does, when I heard that telltale jingle. 

Next I heard a pant zipper and some other rustling noises. It was happening! Whoever this savage was, who just had his hands around my neck, was now going to beat me and fuck me, like Mistress said, as I lay shackled and helpless. 

My eyes involuntarily slammed shut, when the light of the room finally consumed them. My blindfold had been removed! I carefully and gradually opened my eyes, letting them adjust from complete darkness. All I could make out was a large, shadowy figure near the end of the bed. 

When he finally came into focus...*sigh...be still my heart...

When he finally came into focus, I squealed first, then tears began rolling down my temples. Then I shrieked a second time, through my gag... 

DAAAAAADDDDDDDYYYY!!! 

Sincerely, 

Daddy's little Fuckdoll, 

sarah jane

xoxo

 

Continued in: Like Crazy

 

 

  

The New Recruit

Continued from: Sarah's Junior School

If you remember back to the post called Slave Sisters, I set my wife Summer up with Russ and Sarah, under the masquerade that the two women would be having a playdate with "Daddy". The additional façade, was that Summer needed to be babysat by Russ because I was going on a date!

It was actually a business meeting, it didn't quite turn into a date until the end of the night, after too much bourbon. 

Remember Vanessa? The Flight Attendant who works alongside Summer.

*Phew* Yes, this little rocket! 

Vanessa first appeared in my crosshairs long ago, around the same time I learned Summer would occasionally sell her used nylons and high heels after flights. Vanessa was apparently the co-worker who taught Summer about this naughty little side-hustle and how to post images like so. This is Vanessa below. 

Since that time, Vanessa was the Maid of Honour to Summer, when she and I got married. I think Bella might have tongue-banged her in the pool that night, if I remember correctly.

Anyway, I set a meeting with Vanessa, not to talk about her pussy, rather, her feet. She's made a little bit of money off the foot fetishists over the years, I wanted to ask if she was ready to go pro.

How do you conduct a job interview for the position of: foot fetish model who will also be selling her nylons, shoes and socks?

"Ummm, Vanessa, show me your feet." 

 

"Congratulations, you're hired." 

She was more than eager to accept and after some legal paperwork in the days following our meeting, some talk of finances and a make-out session on my front porch, Vanessa now worked for me. She and Summer had full reign over the "shoe closet", as it has come to be known, the area at the Facility dedicated to feet, heels and hosiery. 

Cassandra helped with some of the photography work and marketing as usual and before long, Summer's feet pay-site was once again spinning triple 7's!

The girls would literally have to prove to potential buyers, that the pantyhose they boarded the flight wearing, were the same ones they were peeling off, eight hours later before sealing and shipping. It was a lot of dicking around but through pictures, codes and short videos, they maintained the continuity of this process. 

Sometimes they would come right home from the airport and immediately head to the "shoe closet". After I give my sexy little wife a smooch of course. 

I guess this was the critical time to capture all the magic, that first moment they pull a tired foot out of a hot stiletto. 

Now with the pair of them playing footsies, literally, the popularity of her site went through the roof and sales almost doubled! As for actual clients attending the "shoe closet" to have a live-session with both Summer and Vanessa, the cost is astronomical. Yet that space in the Facility is constantly booked solid. 

You know what I say? I say good for them! No one should judge these two. 

They found a little niche in this wonderful world of kink and they're profiting from it. Cripes, if I could sell pictures of my back deck to some lumber-fetishist, I totally fuckin' would!

"Oh Jesus that's a nice deck! That's a nice deck-pic!"

"Is that White Cedar? God I can picture running my nose across it. That deck must smell so good!" 

"Send me an unsolicited deck pic, like randomly when I'm at work. It'll be hot! Like I don't know it's coming and I open my phone and BOOM! It's a picture of your deck. I'll even pay for it, like money for it, please?" 

LOL...right?

It costs like $11.99 for a head of Iceberg Lettuce these days. Fuckin' right I'd sell you my best deck pics!  

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Beautiful Brainwashing