Sarah and Russell return

Continued from: And the winner is...

A post from slave sarah

It had been quite some time since that first session with Russell, where he whipped me and used all three of my fuck-holes. Even now, as I sit here and type this between my zoom meetings, the memories of that afternoon have my panties soaked. 

The good news is, we have been texting (sexting) ever since, he is training me and developing me into exactly what he wants. I am to be his whore, his personal slut, one step above an inflatable sex doll, and I absolutely love it!

I have never met a man more thorough than Russell, who I now only address as Master or Sir. His attention to detail always keeps me on my toes, both literally and figuratively. I have structure in my life now, rules to follow and severe consequences for misbehaviour. My nails and toes are always done, baby pink, by Master's request. I also find myself wearing hosiery more often, with high heels, and I now favour dresses and skirts to pants. 

He has me on a strict orgasm diet. I am not to masturbate without his permission and can definitely not cum without his permission. This has been frustrating at times, but I'm more or less walking around in a constant state of arousal 24/7...which is exactly how Master wants me, absolutely begging for it. 

Over the past few months, since our first session together, I have learned positioning, expanded my wardrobe and impressed my Master through my own degrading obedience to him. He was ready to see me again and see to me he certainly did! Mistress Andrea is "making" me blog about it, to humiliate and degrade me even further. 

Here goes...

It was a Tuesday morning. Mistress greeted me when I arrived in my cute dress and pantyhose. Master ordered me to arrive this way, feminine and classy, always in heels. 

I had forgotten just how beautiful Mistress was and how well she commanded over me, without ever needing to say a word. She directed me toward that locker room which, through a large window, is visible to her kitchen. She told me to strip fully naked in the locker room, do my hair into a high-pony, then come find her. I was so embarrassed, yet each time she told me what to do my clit jumped and trembled in anticipation of her next command. 

I did as I was told and underwent the walk of shame from the lobby and into the locker room. The last time I was in this house, in the kitchen to be exact, I remember seeing some dreadfully humiliated man in there, dressed like a little girl and sitting on one of the benches. 

Now it was my turn, to maybe feel what that man had felt, a mixture of shame, anticipation and excitement, to be so exposed and publicly humiliated. I knew Mistress had a wife named Summer, who I have not yet met. As I began to strip naked I was praying she wasn't in the kitchen, watching me. It was bad enough to be naked in front of the stunning Mistress Andrea. 

I tiptoed out of the locker room, having seen Mistress in the kitchen through the glass. The tile was cold against my bare feet and was causing my nipples to harden. I padded my way over to Mistress and told her I was ready. I kept my eyes lowered in her presence, as Master had taught me, and only addressed her as Ma'am. 

She looked me up and down quickly, before inviting me to follow her upstairs. Master wanted me accessorized and kneeling for him and I guess Mistress was tasked to assist. 

With a snap and a point to the floor she had me kneeling. I think she was testing how sharp and well-trained I had become. I got into a kneel for her urgently, remembering to keep my eyes down, back arched and tits thrust out. I noticed first, on the coffee table, a collection of chain, heavy metal shackles and padlocks. My butterflies were raging at this point!

Mistress was gentle and remained quiet, as she drew each of my hands into hers, one by one, to apply the metal cuffs and click a padlock shut. My ankles too and finally a collar, all adorned with these stainless cuffs each of which got their own padlock. 

I liked the heavy weight feel of these shackles. It was making me feel more captive and more like a sex slave. 

The silence was broken when she asked me if Master had any preparations before this session that I had to do at home. My face burned with embarrassment, obviously Mistress knew what I was made to do. 

I responded to her with a little hesitation, not enough to get me struck or punished it would seem. 

"Yes Ma'am, I gave myself a soapy enema Ma'am, released it, then took a second clear-water one, as a rinse out." 

Fuck me! I was so humiliated, which only got worse when she suddenly asked me to present my asshole to her. 

I stood with urgency, sharp like a soldier coming to attention. Master and I had practiced and drilled all of this into me, I knew what was expected. I bent at the waist for Mistress and shamefully spread my ass cheeks open to present her my bare asshole. 

"Very smooth and pretty young lady, such a healthy and pink little pucker." Mistress then said. 

I died a little bit inside, it was so humiliating to hear her speak like this, so matter-of-factly about my butt hole! Sure enough my cunt was soaked, I couldn't help it. I hoped she didn't see. I held my spread position for her as she slathered a healthy amount of lubricant onto my asshole. I clenched from the cold sensation but Mistress told me to relax. She told me that Master wanted me plugged. 

Once was anus was stretched and full, I was snapped back to the floor with a point, once again into a kneel. Mistress told me to wait for Master then she clicked out of the room. I was alone with my thoughts. 

When Master eventually arrived I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest. He wasn't holding a whip or his belt, no toys or crops. I didn't know what to expect from this session but my pussy was burning with a deep ache.  

He attached a chain to my collar ring and simply told me to follow him. I was taken down to the basement to an area of the house I had never seen before. Some parts were dark, there was a slight dampness in the air but it was at least warm, even with my nakedness. 

He led me by the chain leash to a far corner of a stone-walled room, where I could see a cell. He produced a large key to unlock the heavy metal door, then told me to get inside. I whimpered in defeat but didn't protest. I tiptoed into this small space obediently.

I think it was like a shitty old linoleum floor. Whatever it was it was cold against my bum and when Master put me into a sit, the anal plug pressed deeper into my asshole. I couldn’t stop myself from groaning like a whore when I felt that plug violate my ass.

My shackles were all connected and locked together and I was put into a heavy duty, strict harness gag with a leather blindfold. The cell door creaked shut and I jumped when the lock ratted into place. 

"When I feel like fucking you in the ass, I'll be back..."

This was the last thing he said to me, before I was left alone in that three by three cell. Unable to see, drooling from my gag and clenching the anal plug with my pucker. 

And what was occupying my mind, in my captive solitude, was the hope that I'd soon be fucked in the ass. I may not look it, from the image above, but I was so freakin' excited!

slave sarah 

xo

Continued in: Toilet Sex

 

And the winner is...

Continued from: Sissy School

It was the final day, the grand finale, of sissy Lexi's weekend under the care of this dominant couple. Lexi is the name provided to this hetero male, every Friday when he checks himself in for a weekend of crippling humiliation, cuckolding and "forced" bi-sexuality. 

On Sunday's, after Sunday school had finished for Lexi, he brought a note home to his "parents" indicating his bare bottom was caned at school for misbehaviour. He now has to feel the wrath of either Mommy or Daddy. 

Like a wheel of chance, Lexi nervously stood in front of his simulated parents, and tore open the envelope he was holding. After a quick glance at the card inside, he held back tears, focused his eyes toward Erin and squeaked out: 

"Mommy, may I please be given a spanking, Ma'am?" 

"Yes young lady, you may," Erin spoke sternly. "Now get that bum bare and get in the corner." Erin barked. 

"Yes Ma'am," Lexi replied. 

"Mommy will come get you when it's time Alexis," Erin added. She clicked out of the room to go change into more of an old-fashioned, Mommy look. 

For the next 45 minutes, Lexi stood in the living room corner with his caned bum on display. Brad watched TV in the same room and puttered around within earshot and in the kitchen, carrying on with his vanilla life, as the sissy nervously waited. 

He had plenty of quiet thought while he was in timeout, to process the fact that he was about to spanked by Mommy. His stomach sickened with humiliation, as he reflected on the times he has been spanked over Brad's lap, sometimes fully naked in only his chastity cage and having to call him "Daddy". 

He had a genuine fear of Daddy's belt, that Brad would snap through the loops of his jeans before doubling it over, causing the buckle to jingle. 

Today however, Lexi now knew he was in for a little less humiliating spanking, at the hands of "Mommy", but equally, if not more of a severe blistering of his bare bum. Erin was always more strict with maternal discipline of this kind and she used more implements than Daddy spankings. 

Lexi shivered with nerves, as he thought about Mommy's slipper, her wooden spoon and tears began to form when his mind fixated on her long-handled bath brush and how brutally severe it can be. 

But...this was all something he asked this couple for, it was his fantasy...as a sissy spanko cuckold. 

Lexi's quiet reflection in the corner ended quickly and shockingly, as Erin grabbed him by the earlobe and marched him out of the room. 

"Let's go young lady, you're totally in for it." Erin threatened. 

Sunday spankings for Lexi are sometimes witnessed, Mommy spanking the naughty little Lexi in front of Daddy and so on, but not today. Erin wanted the wails of sobbing and cracks of wood against buttocks to echo down the stairs where Brad would remain. 

She lobe-marched the poor sissy all the way to Mommy and Daddy's bedroom where Lexi was stripped nude to just her school socks and Mary Janes. The OTK chair was waiting, and Lexi was stood directly in front of Mommy. Once Erin sat, her vantage point would be directly on the tiny pink chastity cage that was locked onto Lexi's penis. 

Mommy cupped the cage and balls into her hand. 

"Are you becoming aroused young lady?" She asked. 

Lexi groaned in utter humiliation, mewing out a, "Mommy, nooooo!"

"Is your little pee pee trying to get hard in that cage Alexa?" Erin continued as she reached for the dreaded bath brush. 

Sissy Lexi, overwhelmed by the relentless humiliation and fear of the spanking to come, began to cry big wet tears. 

"There we go young lady, right where Mommy needs you to be, its ok to cry", Erin cooed to him. "Now, lets get this unsightly thing covered up before you go over Mommy's knee. I don't want any white stains on my stockings." Erin stated. 

With that, she produced a pink satin pouch, trimmed with delicate lace and an elasticized opening. She slipped this humiliating item over Lexi's chastity cage and his balls. He continued to softly cry as his face reddened even further. 

Erin took up a more comfortable seat on the couch and draped Lexi across her strict lap. With Lexi's torso supported by the couch, Erin began the long and thorough warm-up with her hand. 

The slipper came next for this sissy slave, followed by the wooden spoon and finally the vicious bath brush. Erin didn't let up until she was sure Lexi's wails could be heard by the neighbours, amidst the deep, wooden smacks. Lexi was crying out, "I'll be a good girl Mommy, please no more," when Erin finally finished with him. 

Again, it was Sunday, now late in the afternoon. Erin or Brad deliver the same manner of spanking to Lexi every Sunday, to mark the end of his weekend of sissy slavery. They each ensure that Lexi feels the spanking all throughout the week, right up until the following Friday, when he's ready to return to them once again. 

Lexi spends about an hour in the corner when his spanking finishes, with his bare bum on display. He usually continues to cry for part of his timeout, all while listening to Erin and Brad fuck on the bed, or fuck right beside him. 

Lexi's penis is never brought up in a sexual context, there is never mention of a key to unlock it. If he ever asks permission to be unlocked he gets punished immediately. 

This poor sissy gets to listen only and sometimes taste. 

Once Brad has unloaded into Erin's gorgeous pussy, Lexi once again has a chance to taste his sweet Mistress but yes, it will involve taking Brad's cock into his mouth. 

Lexi is then on the clean-up detail of Brad's cock first, sucking and licking it fully clean, before tending to Erin's pussy, to clean and consume all of the cum. 

The sissy is then sent to the bathroom with nail polish remover and makeup remover, his male clothes are returned to him and he is sent on his way. 

Brad makes himself scarce and Erin sees Lexi to the door, kissing him on the cheek and cheerfully saying, "see you next Friday Huni!" 

What a lifestyle! 

**Special thanks to the fan and reader who submissively suggested this entire storyline**

It started here, with a post called Sissy slave to a couple

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

 

Wait for him by the door

Continued from: Sissy's morning ritual

Brad actually works on Saturdays. So after fucking his hot wife, having his dick cleaned off by his wife's sissy slave, he hit the showers, changed and left for work. 

Meanwhile, Lexi was being dressed into his frilly maid attire with stockings and heels, and layers upon layers of ruffles and bows. 

Saturday is the first full day of his sissy captivity and all he has to look forward to are lists upon lists of chores. 

All domestic duties that Erin would be doing while her hubby is at work, are done by Lexi. Chores like handwashing Erin's panties, the soiled ones that sissy so diligently held against the wall with his nose, is an example of one of these chores. 

And Lexi does all of this, with an anal plug up his ass. 

Toward the end of the day, as Erin is finished up with her tanning, her shopping and a professional massage, she returns home to find Lexi still working away in the kitchen, scrubbing the sink.  

"Go wait for him by the door Sweetie," Erin would say to Lexi, usually about 15 minutes before Brad would arrive home. 

When he comes through the door, he is pleasantly greeted by the sight of a submissive and kneeling sissy maid.

"May I please suck your cock Sir?" Lexi has been trained to say, upon Brad's arrival. Sometimes he says no, but it's usually a yes, and he gets a full blowjob to completion, as soon as he gets in the door. 

What a lifestyle!

Brad will grunt and shiver through an orgasm, as bursts of cum ricochet off Lexi's uvula and get swallowed down into his tummy. An appetizer before dinner I guess. 

Brad and Erin retire to the parlour and are served drinks by their sissy maid, while he also prepares a romantic dinner setting for the pair of them.  

Saturday evenings, Lexi gets a little more involved in the sexual activity of this couple, as Brad fucks Erin's pussy, directly over his face. The sissy remains in his chastity cage and still in maid lingerie with heels. It must be dreadfully humiliating, to have Brad's balls bouncing off his nose and tea-bagging his face, as he fucks Erin.

This is one of the few times that Erin allows her sissy to lick her pussy. She just loves the sensation so much, having her clit licked while her pussy is getting railed. The odd time, Brad will dip his cock into Lexi's mouth, to give him more of a taste of Erin. 

Once Brad cums into Erin's pussy, Lexi's mouth is in the perfect position to accept the cascading goo, as it bubbles and oozes from her, directly down Lexi's open hatch. Lexi verbally thanks Brad for his cum, then it's early bedtime. 

Again, just like Friday night, Lexi is dressed in something skimpy, frilly and pink, and is put to bed by Erin and locked into the princess bedroom. 

By 8AM the next morning, he'll be back in the parlour, holding the giant, black cock in his mouth while he waits for Erin to get up. The morning ritual has begun yet again and Lexi will soon be back in their room, holding Erin's panty gusset to the wall and listening to this hot couple have morning sex. 

Sunday morning to be exact. One final day of sissy captivity, before Lexi has to bust out the nail polish remover and return to vanilla life, vanilla, notwithstanding his chastity cage and panty girdles.

Sunday's come with a routine and ritual also, you may even call it...Sunday school.  

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Sissy School

All Three Holes

Continued from: Objectification

A post from Sarah

When Russell returned to me I was whipped. 

I wasn't counting, but I am quite certain I received every one of the 100 lashes he indicated that I would be getting, before he left me to anticipate. He must have been using a less severe, more delicate flogger, as it felt like I was being whipped hard, with force, but there was no searing sting or incredible pain. 

My bare bum took the majority of the lashes, with some attention paid to my upper back and my thighs, above my knees. The sensation was incredible, my skin was electric and felt like a really good sun burn. I was so fuckin' horny for him, to be used by him for his pleasure. Most of his cum had since dried onto my face and wetness was glistening down my stomach from the drool escaping the base of the ball gag. 

When my bondage was finally released and whipping had concluded, I collapsed down onto my hands and knees, disgracefully cowering on the floor, begging Master for mercy. I offered up my holes, all three of my slutty fuck-holes, as an alternative to being beaten any further. 

Sure, I was acting a little bit, playing into my own fantasy of having my will broken, enough to submit to dirty, degrading and forceful sex. 

My ponytail was used as a leash, to guide and drag me over to the coffee table. He kept a firm grip on it throughout, as Master plunged his raging cock into my pussy. 

It was such an amazing fucking! It's making my toes curl even now, as I sit here in my vanilla, WFH office and write about this. 

We seemed to be very in-sync with each other, feeding off each other, in how this was all developing. While he was fucking me from behind he slipped a thumb into my asshole. Of course my naughty little pucker involuntarily gripped his thumb, which was horribly humiliating. I could feel my own asshole squeezing him, like I had no control over it. 

I cried out, "no Sir! Please no! Not my bum!!" I wailed loud enough that if Mistress Andrea was downstairs, she would have definitely heard me. 

I wanted nothing more that to be fucked in the ass by him, but I continued my ruse of non-consent. I'm a huge anal slut and wanted to cum while his dick was in my third and final hole. I just wanted Master to take, not ask. 

And take he did!

Master "forced" me to ride him reverse cowgirl, and do all the work. He just laid there motionless, as I was forced to bounce, with my tits shamefully flopping, and fuck my own asshole. It was so dirty and degrading I orgasmed instantly, with a little flicker of my clit. I kept on destroying my ass with his cock, then came again. 

My legs where shaking so badly I couldn't maintain the crouched position anymore. I sat right down on Master so the full length of his dick was deep inside, as he shot hot semen into my bowels. 

I'm sure I'm leaving out some other details of our time together, in the Parlour space. Times I was smacked and called names. Tormented about having dried cum on my face or a fresh, squishy load in my rectum. All of it added to the overall experience. I loved every fuckin' second of being flogged, broken and man-handled the way I was. 

I enjoyed that Russ didn't start the scene with a bunch of rules and protocols, or feel the need to go-over safewording. All of these things were assumed, before we ever began. The only thing he felt he needed to say, was that line from my last post: 

"This is what you want?"

Fuck YES it was! 

I was provided a robe. I guess to regain or protect what dignity I had left, after all three of my fuck-holes were just destroyed. Master wanted me in the heels I arrived in also, cute look I suppose. 

We retired to the kitchen and very sweetly, like I was the victim of a housefire or something, wrapped in one of those grey, humanitarian blankets, he asked me if I wanted a tea. Melted my heart a little, not gonna lie. 

I had not received a tour of this whole facility yet, I don't think anything would have surprised me though, based on the images I've seen on the client website. Over my right shoulder I noticed a large window covered with a thin veil of sheer, opening into what appeared to be a locker-room. My eyes caught movement and it appeared to be a middle-aged man, changing into an outfit like a little girl would wear. 

Russ went in for a closer look as Mistress elegantly clicked into the kitchen in a pin-up styled dress. 

"Did you two kids have a good time?" She cheerful asked out loud, like Russ and I were two teenagers returning from the movies. 

I blushed and lowered my eyes, squeaking out a little, "yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am."

Russell just head-motioned to the window, looking at Mistress with a WTF face. 

"Oh that. I have an appointment in ten minutes. He wants to be taken over "Mommy's" knee and spanked until he's crying like a little girl. I figured I'd make him dress like one too," Mistress declared to both of us as she shrugged her arms and giggled. 

What a wild, magical place this was. I never wanted to leave!

slave sarah 

xoxo

Continued in: A quiet night in

  

 

Objectification

Continued from: Sarah's First Post

A post from Sarah

Almost 24-hours had passed, since I found myself bare naked in the palour of Mistress Andrea's Facility. I was being told to kneel, being told to keep my eyes down and how to position my arms. 

These were not requests, these were orders. I absolutely loved the simplicity of being told what to do. To not think, just obey.  

My clit jumped with each click of her high heels off the hardwood. Like a metronome of steady and commanding footsteps, when she approached and left me.

Since the first time I met her and she conducted her little "experiment", I cannot deny the fact that she tore a hole in the fabric of my identity. Despite her sexuality and her obvious gorgeousness, I'm just not attracted to women in that way. That is, until she started ordering me around, humiliating and degrading me...threatening to punish me. It has awoken something inside of me that I didn't know existed. 

My throbbing cunt is betraying me even now, as I sit here to type on Mistress' blog.

Carved from a corner of my bedroom, is my little WFH office. Between zoom calls, I've been trying to recount the events of yesterday afternoon, the first moment I had the privilege of calling Russell, 'Sir'.

It began with a different set of footsteps behind me. I knew it wasn't Mistress in her heels. I could also hear the distinct jingle of ice cubes in glass. 

Oh gawd! Oh I was so embarrassed and my god was he ever fucking hot! He sat and didn't acknowledge me, but glared toward my knelt state.

I was under instructions to keep my eyes lowered, which I did, but once Russell sat, I could see most of him. I didn't think it was possible to feel more naked, than fully naked, but I did. Being naked in a room with someone who is fully clothed is deathly vulnerable. My pussy betrayed me yet again, and started to slick my inner thighs. 

He smiled at me once, maybe to reassure me, before picking up his drink and taking a sip. He cleared his throat and spoke for the first time. 

"This is what you want?" He said, all raspy and sexy-like. His words were chosen carefully. It was almost a question, but had the tone of a statement. It was a masterful choice of words. It limited my control and decision making, although I did answer him. 

"Yes please, Sir," I squeaked out, without hesitating. 

I trembled when he came to help me up, using a firm grip on my wrist. I was taken to the corner of the room, to the padded apparatus affixed to the wall. He cinched-down the binds on my wrists until I was forced onto my toes, then he cuffed my ankles in place. 

Kneeling in a room, anticipating what's to come, provides a great deal of time to scan and interpret visual stimulus. It was not lost on me that Mistress positioned my body facing the coffee table. It was not lost on me that the blinds to this room were left open and a-top the coffee table, were two clothespins and a flogger. 

And now, I was at my most vulnerable of the session, bound, exposed and naked, in the presence of this intimidatingly, gorgeous man. 

He knelt down as he approached me, running a finger along the tops of my feet and toes, finally onto my toenails. 

"Keep these painted for me, baby pink," was all he said. 

I replied with a, "yes Sir." I was dreadfully embarrassed that my toenails were not done for him.

He ran a muscular hand up my leg and thigh and onto my pussy which he grabbed in a fist motion. I gasped out loud as he did. 

"Keep this shaved bald for me, slut." He hissed. "Your asshole too, hairless."

I groaned out loud in pure, desperate arousal. It was involuntary. I was such a whore to have groaned like that. But fuck me! He was inspecting me! Claiming me! Like my Master had just purchased me at some seedy auction. 

He continued his horrible and beautiful objectification, cupping my tits in his palms for a light bounce. Then his fingertips reached for both of my nipples. It was more of a swirl than a pinch. 

"These need to be a little more responsive." He said out loud. 

Not knowing what to do, or if this was a moment I should speak, I blurted out a, "I'm sorry Sir, I'll do better for you." 

He returned to the couch to sit, sipping from his drink once more. 

He cradled the cold, wet glass in his hands long enough to achieve his objective. He walked back to me and held my nipples with his freezing cold fingertips. They hardened instantly, and goosebumps fluttered across my body. 

"That's better." He commented, in a cavalier tone, before retrieving both clothespins and affixing them to my erect nipples. There was the sharp pain I was wanting, or at least my cunt was wanting. Now we were getting somewhere. 

Master picked up the flogger next, and proceeded to whip my stomach, ribs and tits with the vicious strands of leather. He whipped my tits and nipples until the clothespins came flying off from the impact, causing me to shriek in pain.

"You may scream. There is no shame in it." He calmly counselled, as I struggled to catch my breath through my whimpers. 

Master undid my bondage next, catching me as I was about to collapse down onto the floor. I guess being on my toes for so long had my legs shaky and spent. But on my knees in a puddle of my own degradation, was exactly where he wanted me.  

He controlled my wrists, and he was no longer in his pants, as he dragged me to the middle of the room. 

Nothing was said. He just mashed his erect penis against my lips, until I opened and took him into my mouth. Master has a lovely sized cock. I wasn't sucking it...he was fucking my face and throat with it. 

 

There was lots of beautiful gagging and gucking sounds, which only degraded me further. 

I tried to use my hands at one point, on his cock. I was quickly and sharply slapped in the face. Not at all violently, it was corrective. I need correction in this role, I have dreamed of being corrected in this way. 

He simply said, "No!" After the slap. Like he was scolding a dog. I carried on with only my mouth, like the filthy slut that I am, until Master came down my throat and onto my face. 

After this, I was told I was getting another whipping. 100 lashes to be exact, on my bare bum, back and thighs. Master was very specific this time, with what he intended to do. Likely because I was once again bound into a stress pose, to be left and to anticipate this flogging. Only this time, I was wearing his cum on my face, proudly!

slut sarah

xoxo

Continued in: All Three Holes