Weeping Willow

Continued from: Summer Kisses

A Sarah Jane story

As I observed the unfolding drama, Mistress' expression turned glacier-cold, her patience worn threadbare by Summer's bratting. With a crisp tone, she commanded, "Get out of the pool, young lady." Summer, sensing the gravity of her mistake, slowly climbed out of the water, her lower lip trembling. "And don't dawdle," Mistress added, her gaze unyielding. 

"Cut a willow switch from the garden and strip its leaves. We need to discuss your behaviour." The implication hung heavy in the air - a switching awaited Summer's bare bum, and I suspected it wouldn't be a gentle one. 

Seated on a little chair, her back to the three of us and head bowed, Summer resembled a chastened schoolgirl, facing the fence as if confined to timeout. Her task, stripping the willow switch of its leaves, became an exercise in humiliation, each delicate finger movement a reminder of her behaviour. 

The air was heavy with expectation as Summer, her cheeks aflame, carefully carried the denuded switch to Mistress Andrea, her hands extended to present it shamefully. "Please, Mommy," she requested, her voice laced with embarrassment, "may I be punished, Ma'am?" The words dripped with obedience and ritual, yet trembled with trepidation. 

I watched, riveted with secret arousal, as Mistress inspected the whippy instrument of correction, her scrutiny unwavering. Satisfied with the weight and flexibility of the switch, Mistress stood tall in her stiletto sandals. "Bend over, Summer Addison," she commanded, her voice devoid of emotion. 

As Summer reluctantly complied, she flipped her hair to the side, looking back and crying frantically. "Please, Mommy, not here! Not in front of everyone!" Her gaze scanned Daddy and I, searching for a sympathetic ear. "Take me inside, please! Punish me in private, Mommy!" 

With a curt nod, Mistress grasped Summer's bicep, as she dragged her struggling form toward the pool house, leaving Daddy and I to sit in their wake. As they vanished into the dim interior, the door swung shut behind them, enveloping us in an uncomfortable silence. 

The closed door muffled the sounds, but couldn't mask the unmistakable whistle of the switch slicing through the air, followed by the sharp report of impact. Muffled gasps escaped, punctuated by Summer's strained counting, "Eight, thank you Ma'am...Nine, thank you Ma'am..." Each stroke uttered was laced with humiliation, echoing through my pussy like a mantra. My own arousal responded, my clit growing achy, as I visualized Summer's naked and vulnerable pose. 

Eventually the door creaked open and Mistress emerged, her demeanour serene and composed, a stark contrast to the turmoil that lingered within. She deliberately left the door open, framing a tableau absent of dignity: Summer, stood with nose pressed to the corner, her slender hands clasped atop her head in a posture of shame and surrender. 

The curvaceous perfection of Summer's bum, once smooth and unblemished, now bore the crimson testament of her misbehaviour - 26 precise welts, etched across her skin like a fiery script. Daddy and I heard her count aloud, all 26, although her sobs rendered the last few counts indistinguishable.

Thirty minutes crept by slowly, Summer still trapped in her shameful corner, her body language screaming of remorse and fatigue. Then, I gently broke the stalemate. "Daddy...why don't you go comfort her, if Mistress is ok with that, of course." 

Daddy's gaze darted toward Mistress, awaiting her approval and consent. We all knew that when I said, "comfort her", I was actually suggesting that Daddy give her what she so desperately craved and so frustratingly missed out on, last night. 

"Should we give the little brat what she wants?" Mistress chimed in. "That seems a bit counterproductive."

"It's okay, Daddy," I urged him on with my gentle tone. "I want you to...and I'm sure Mistress will have something to keep me busy out here," I glanced to Mistress with a devilish grin. 

As I watched, Daddy shut the door to the pool house behind him, his entrance heralded by a faint whimper from Summer, still positioned in the corner. She didn't dare move, her only sign of life came from a sigh that escaped her lips. But as Daddy's footsteps drew closer, her head slowly turned, her gaze rising to meet his. 

A smile of triumph flickered across her features as she took in the sight of him, his swim trunks discarded, his cock proudly erect. She gingerly knelt down and sat back on her heels, causing her to wince as her little bare feet came into contact with her whipped bottom. 

Focusing on the engorged cock, just inches from her lips, in a parody of innocence, she cooed, "Daddy, is that for me?" The words dripped with affected sweetness, but beneath, a layer of raw hunger. 

"Someone seems like she knows how to throw a tantrum and get her own way?" Daddy teased. "But bratting comes at a cost it would seem." 

"YES!" Summer squealed. "That's it! Call me your spoiled brat when you fuck me, Daddy. Teach me a lesson." 

I think Summer was being deliberately loud, as Daddy draped her over a giant inflatable pool toy and  fucked the daylights out of her, intentionally broadcasting her pleasure in a display of bratty victory.

But I wasn't paying much attention, my focus was consumed by the lush, velvety softness of Mistress' pussy, my lips worshipping the delicate contours as she guided my head with gentle pressure. 

What a wild few days I've had! 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Sunglasses

Sarah Jane's actual summer cuteness is purchased from an online store called "Little for Big". She has a few of these little suits and she and Russell do indeed, own a kiddie pool for her. 

Here's a link to the store (and I am in no way affiliated to the store, it's just really cute stuff!)

Little for Big

 

 

All Three Holes

Continued from: Quid Pro Quo

A Sarah Jane story

As I mentioned in the last post, I told all of you that I would just fast-forward to the party that Daddy let me attend. He didn't join me *pout*. He likes watching me with other women, but I suspect he's not too keen on seeing me taking down multiple cocks. In his absence, Mistress Andrea was to be my guide and controller for this particular evening. She looked stunning as usual, it was actually nice to see her again. Bella was there too, but this time it would be her as the more passive observer while I get to indulge. 

Mistress introduced me to a few of the men. My instructions were simple and a ritual I was very used to: Kneel directly in front of the men with my head down and palms on my thighs, then politely ask for permission to suck their dicks. If they say yes, find and expose the bare penis, kiss the tip and say, "thank you Sir," then directly into my mouth with it. 

If they cum on my face or into my mouth, again, a "thank you, Sir," after I have swallowed, and I kiss the tip of the penis. Easy peasy. Daddy has the same rules for me, when it comes to my oral worship of him. 

It mustn't have been more than an hour into the party and I had already sucked three cocks, ending with one facial and two full swallows. I felt like such a dirty whore and I was loving it. Mistress even made me wear the strange man's cum on my face as the evening continued. 

This was around the time that "SHE" came in. This tanned and stunning woman with dyed, blazing-red hair and the most adorable bangs. She was in heels and a collar only...nothing more. She just quietly sat at the feet of the man she was with. 

I had moved on to cock number four which was now in my mouth, only this time, I was shockingly aware that the red-head was watching me. The old me would have been super embarrassed and self-conscious but there was something about the setting, my attire and my sexpertise that actually had me showing off for her, for this random, naked female. I would look her way and arch my back just a little deeper, moan a little louder and allow my tits to flop about with the motion of being railed. 

I ended up being spit-roasted by two of the men, before this symphony of an evening reached the ultimate crescendo. I actually couldn't believe it was happening to me. All three of my holes were stuffed with hard dicks. I was so full and so turned on! "Red" continued to watch, occasionally smiling in my direction, as the man she arrived with fucked my asshole. 

Drool, slobber and cum were everywhere. This was such a hot mess but I was absolutely loving how degraded and abused I felt. All three of these stallions eventually came, but not at the same time. I'm pretty sure the gentleman underneath me came first, into my cunt, followed by a load for my throat from the second man and finally, a hot, squishy feeling, filled the inside my bum from the man behind me. 

I was spent. The men drained the last few droplets from their balls, onto my face and tits and I lay there panting. 

When I finally got to my feet on shaky legs and wobbly heels, I was permitted to go clean myself up and fix my smeared makeup and mascara runs. Bella was freed from her cage to begin sexually serving the guests and upon my return, I was gagged and bound and placed on display to wait to be used again. 

This was the moment that "Red" approached me for the first time. 

"I enjoyed watching you. You're very good at this." She said to me in her broken English. I think she was speaking in a German or Nordic-sounding accent. 

Then, without warning, she used her fingers to lasso a rope of drool that was hanging from my bottom lip, and glistened her pussy with it.

I was so embarrassed...

But that was probably the hottest fuckin' move I have EVER seen a woman do! I wanted to go down on her so badly, this mysterious European vixen. 

As she towered over me in her heels, in that moment, I actually didn't know if she was a top or a bottom. She had the confidence and control reminiscent of Mistress Andrea in that very moment.  

What she said next cleared this up for me, but boy was I ever confused as to what was going on. She leaned right in and whispered into my ear, scanning the room to ensure no one else would hear her. 

"Bid on me tonight...I'm begging you! Please help me!

Then she hastily clicked away from me in a clandestine manner. 

What in the actual fuck...was going on?!

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Paint the Town Red

  

 

Brutalized in the Factory

Continued from: Paranormal Activity

Cassandra decided to stay in her sexy little Day of the Dead costume and absolutely brutalize Sarah Jane in the dingy and dirty space in the dungeon of my fetish facility. Cassandra and Sarah Jane have never fucked before and Sarah has been recently engaged in a softer and more tender form of BDSM of late. 

She loves the tenderness and strict nature of her "Daddy" and the discipline and pleasure he provides. However, I also know she misses what she originally asked me for when she first attended my facility, which was degrading and brutal sex acts. She enjoys the contrast of experiencing both of these polar realms. 

That being said, her "Daddy" is gonna sit this one out...he doesn't need to see his "little girl" with a dildo up her ass, drooling and screaming through a shuddering orgasm. He's more used to seeing her in ankle socks and pastel-coloured Mary Janes. 

I brought Sarah Jane down to the dank and ominous space, starting her off over my knee with a sound and thorough spanking. I used the opportunity to go over some rules with her.

As I spanked her bare bum and thighs, I explained that she was to refer to Cassie as "Miss Cassandra" and that she was to obey her every order with zero hesitation. Fairly simple rules I thought, especially when reinforced with a spanking. 

This was also a functional position to have her in, so I could spread her little asshole with my thumbs and fingertips. 

I popped a well-lubricated plug into her butt while she was still over my knee. It was the humane thing to do. She needs to be nice and stretched out back there for what's coming. She gasped and moaned like a whore when the plug seated in place with slippery precision. 

Sarah Jane was blindfolded and gagged with the plug up her ass, captive and caged, shaking with anticipation while she dangled there, awaiting the arrival of my little angel of the occult. 

I had to stay and watch this! This was headed on a trajectory to be so damn hot!

We openly spoke about what Cassandra was going to do, right in front of Sarah Jane. She would give us a deep guttural groan into her gag when we touched on something that was clearly a trigger for her. 

If I remember correctly, my comments to Cassie were as follows: 

"Cassie, make sure you choke her while you fuck her."

*groan!

"Yes, do that too...especially with your latex gloves on! It'll make a lovely sound when you slap her in the face."

*groaaaaaan! 

"That's a good idea too Cassie. Make her ass fuck herself while she looks at he video camera and masturbates." 

*groooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!!

Sarah Jane's humiliating audible cues led us to believe we were certainly on the right track for this scene. She was absolutely trembling in her cage and leaving little droplets of pre-cum on the floor below her. 

Cassie and I cozied right up beside the cage and she began to pant loudly when I fingered her. Gasping out sounds of pleasure for the benefit of Sarah, who could do nothing but whimper and listen from her dangling prison. 

We continued to cuck poor Sarah a little while longer, until Cassandra had her first orgasm of the session, making it vocally and abundantly known that she was cumming. 

After Cassandra cums she usually turns into a complete savage. An unleashed wildcat with an insatiable desire to play and continue cumming. She's no slouch wielding a strap-on cock either. I think it's from her dance background and the way she can thrust and roll her hips while wearing the dildo. 

I actually felt excited for Sarah. Gawd she was gonna get railed!

One we released her, I watched as Cassandra slapped the robust cock off Sarah Jane's face, ordering to degrade herself and cry out loud that she is a slut. 

Cassie was as much of the wildcat as I thought she would be, literally pouncing on Sarah Jane when she was finally void of her shackles. 

With two hands gripping Sarah's throat, Cassandra entered her for the first time and began to jack-hammer her dripping pussy, all while her ass remained plugged. Jesus she must have felt so full!  

While Cassandra was "responsibly" strangling Sarah, she was making her beg out loud to be fucked in the ass. This was a very intense scene to witness.

I got the video camera ready and recording, to capture the first moment Cassie got the plug out of her ass and Sarah Jane re-filled her bum with the raging strap-on. 

She put on a good show for the camera, riding with her tits flopping about. 

Amidst the backdrop of the dank, factory space and the creepiness of Cassandra's cosplay, Sarah Jane had a massive orgasm while she rode the cock into her bum. It was probably one of the heaviest orgasms I had ever seen. 

What a naughty little ass-slut! 

We did some forced rimming, so Sarah could adequately thank Cassie for her role in this elaborate scene. How better to thank her, than with a passionate and breathy French kiss to her bottom hole right?

Sarah sweetly thanked both of us for the lovely experience and her earth-shattering orgasm, before we shackled her up in the space to wait, feel exposed and reflect on her session. 

We'll send her "Daddy" down to rescue her in a little while. I'm sure she'll be looking forward to some pink ruffled socks, a crinkly diaper and some tenderness.

I'll have to go put about six gold stars on her progression chart after the show she put on today! *Phew.

Mistress Andrea

xoxo
 

Continued in: Miss Julie books the Farmhouse

 

 

 

     

 

Sexual Aggression

Continued from: Working from Home

Do you ever get that insatiable desire to just fuck the living shit outta someone? On their consent of course...hehe. 

Ohhh my word I was ravenous today! 

My beautiful wife Summer was absolutely in for it! We were about to have the house to ourselves and my sights were set directly on her as my victim. 

Spending the afternoon on an outcall session with Hunter and Carley had gotten me all fired up. Dominating a couple was so empowering! I felt like a complete Goddess. Sure, Carley was "forced" to go down on me and made me cum, right in front of her chaste husband, but that only fueled my sexual aggression even more. 

I had Hunter dressed like a schoolgirl from the waist down. In between their zoom meetings of the day they booked me for a "visit". Carley ate my pussy while I sat on her husband's lap, grinding my ass crack into his chastity cage that I could feel from beneath his skirt and panties. 

Hunter was sent to stand in the corner while Carley continued to work away with her tongue, gently cooling me down after I had cum onto her pouty lips. Cool me down she did not. Not even close. I pulled out my phone while her face was still buried in my snatch and I text Summer. 

I mixed in the "sweetie xoxo" so she knew I wasn't irate with her, and that she was about to enter a bdsm scene. 

"Slut, Summer, sweetie..." A rose by any other name would smell as sweet...

Summer has the proper "upper floor" uniform, worn by the sex slaves of my Facility. She knew how to prepare herself for the order I gave, complete with a high-pony and collar. 

After I got myself dolled up for fun, this is how I found my sexy wife, waiting like a good girl and breathing heavily. 

I slowly and methodically clicked toward her, watching her goosebumps raise with each of my heel clicks. I moved into her field of view and listened to her gasp, then moan out loud. I guess she liked my choice of outfit. 

"Good afternoon Mistress," she squeaked out. 

"Get your FUCKING eyes lowered in my presence slut!" I barked at her. 

"Go to our room and select a whip," I followed up with. 

She hung her head and shuffled off down the hall like a scolded child. 

Summer returned with a heart-tipped crop and knelt at my feet, this time, remembering to keep her head bowed. 

"That's better young lady," I purred to her. 

The heart whip lets her know I love her, when she does a mirror / bum check later this evening. 

Beautiful isn't it? 

A good whipping usually makes Summer's tongue extra eager for me! This afternoon was no exception. 

She treated me to a lovely orgasm from her knees, before I got the strap-on and renewed my original mission statement of fucking the shit outta someone today.

Oh boy did I ever give her a good rogering. 

We did some pussy-to-mouth behind the bar, so she could taste her delicious cunt and appreciate, as I do, just how yummy she is. 

I kissed her passionately so she could transfer some of her own pussy-flavour off her own lips and onto mine. Fuck that was hot!

I clicked a leash onto her collar and made her crawl, hands and knees over to the pool table, where I continued to give her a good seeing to!

With each thrust of my strap-on and each yelp and groan from Summer, my sexual aggression was slowly beginning to disperse. I was fucking it all away. 

We tangled in front of the fire and let the vanilla world naturally creep back in. 

"What got in to you today!? That was amazing!" Summer jokingly blurted out. 

She knew about my outcall session with the couple, but I didn't want to let-on that Carley's married but lezzy little tongue got me all hot and bothered.  

"Not sure Sweetie, moon phase maybe?" I seductively hissed. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: Only if it's ok with Daddy

She was a Sk8er Girl

Continued from: Chastity Belts or a Spanking?

Summer and I were embraced in a lovely tangle on the bed, just coming down from a medium-heavy scene in our room. For reasons we don't need to get into, I had to punish her with a whipping of her bare asshole. 

Punishments in my household generally fit the crime. If Summer was caught with a run in her hose or stockings, she would be given a spanking followed by her bare soles being punished. Matters relating to her princess parts, result in a spanking then a punishment of the area in need of correction. In this case, unfortunately for her, it was her poor little bottom hole. 

All however, was forgiven...and we returned to giggles and pillow talks as we always do. 

For some reason we got talking about celebrities. Out of pure curiosity I asked her if she had a BDSM celebrity crush. More specifically, if she was going to administer a punishment spanking to a bratty celebrity, who would it be.

Without hesitation and in her adorable French accent, she replied: 

"Avril Lavigne"...

I giggled a little bit before commenting. 

"Like the skater girl?" 

We talked about it further and teased and tangled each other until Summer drifted off to sleep. I was still wide awake so I did some quiet internetting beside her. 

Avril...a small-town Canadian girl. That earned her points with me already! She bears the look of an out-of-control, bitchy and petulant teen who in the height of her popularity, looked like she would smell of weed and Doritos. 

I can see why Summer would choose to spank her. She definitely has that "in need of an attitude adjustment" look about her. Apparently this is what Summer was exactly like, in her younger years. Baggy jeans, wallet chain, skater shoes and a piss-poor attitude. 

Now it all makes sense, yes! Summer wants to punish the teen version of herself! She's projecting. She wants what she only wished she could have received when she was younger. 

As I looked a little deeper on the interwebs, when you peel away the layers of early 2000's, leftover from the grunge movement of the 90s, Avril is undeniably beautiful. 

Despite Avril's natural gorgeousness, I think Summer's fantasy involves disciplining the wild and bitchy teen-Avril of 2002. Not this stunner depicted above. 

Maybe Summer is in the role of Step-Mother, or Big Sister? She returns home from a long flight and sees this hot-mess, passed out in the den. The room smells of stale beer, bong resin and Pringles.

Summer tries to snap her out of it and get her life back on track. 

(Avril was actually ON the right track in this period of time. She went platinum seven times).

She makes her go select an implement to be punished with. A shameful exercise in humility for our beautiful skater girl. 

Should we go through with it and indulge in Summer's fantasy? Who wants to see Avril Lavigne receive an OTK spanking? I'm sure it won't end with just a spanking either *blush, if I know my Summer.  

A special thank you to someone named BlueSky from the Sims, custom content community, who created the avatar for young Miss Lavigne. 

Pretty good huh? 

Gotta love talented people and talented artists. 

Unfortunately the below doesn't quite look as clean as the above two images. But once Summer gets down to business and invites her to the Facility, it's pretty damn close. 

Maybe...to be continued...if someone wants to see Avril get spanked and we’ll try to figure out what emo, grunge sex entails?? *shrug

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Two days a captive