School Ties

Continued from: Girl-Talk Continued

A Sarah Jane story: 

I helped Mandy down onto her tummy on the plush sofa, and began to plant gentle little kisses onto her whip marks, that were slowly fading beneath my lips. 

She thanked me for the aftercare and kissed me on the mouth, just as the back patio door swung open, revealing the sheepish figure of Russell trailing behind the stunning Summer, still clad in her provocative lingerie. 

The poor boy looked absolutely miserable, his chastity cage undoubtedly causing some discomfort after being teased and tantalized by Summer's irresistible presence during their time outside. Little did he know, however, that his true torment was only just beginning. 

I looked toward Russell and gave him a reassuring yet cruel smile, as I whispered quite a lengthy scheme into Mandy's ear. I heard her gasp, then giggle, followed by her response to a question I whispered to her. 

"No, Sarah," she excitedly replied, "I don't have anywhere else I need to be right now." 

I turned to Summer who could tell that some manner of debauchery was brewing. "Summer...huni," I cooed to her while still glaring at Russell. "Would you take my boy to the classroom please, and make sure he's nice and secure in that teacher's chair." 

Summer flashed me a wicked grin, clearly enjoying her role in our twisted game and my newfound dominant role. I'm quite certain she was picturing Mandy and I like this, in the classroom:

Stripped and shamed, placed on display before the rest of the students, and about to have our pristine bottoms paddled by Russell. This was the narrative Summer would have been more accustomed to. 

But my, my how the tables have turned...

"Oui," she replied, her hand firmly gripping Russell's upper arm as she led him away. "I'll make sure he's properly prepared, Madame." She left me with a wink as clicked down the hall with Russell in-tow.

As they disappeared into the classroom space, I turned to Mandy, my eyes gleaming with mischievous intent. "Come along, pretty girl," I purred, linking my arm with hers. "Let's get dressed up like slutty schoolgirls and give the 'teacher' a show." Mandy giggled nervously and together, we made our way upstairs to one of the dressing rooms. 

As we stripped down and began to don our chosen attire, I couldn't help but admire Mandy's cute little form. 

The short plaid skirt accentuated her curves perfectly, while the crisp white blouse struggled to contain her beautiful tits. 

I struck a pose once my outfit was on, which caused Mandy to tell me that she was soaking through her panties. But the real test will be Russell's reaction. I want to see the desperation in his eyes as he watches us, knowing his penis is locked and under my control. 

With a final adjustment to our outfits, we held hands and embraced once more, stealing a quick kiss before the true fireworks were set to pop off. 

Our heels clicked rhythmically against the polished hardwood as we approached the classroom. Pausing outside the door, I turned to Mandy, my expression suddenly serious as I dropped a quick prep-talk.

"Remember, huni," I said softly, "this is about more than just our physical pleasure. It's about asserting our dominance, about showing Russell that he is utterly powerless in the presence of us two women. So let's give him a performance he'll never forget! 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Teacher's Pet

Tara Gregory: Brazen

Continued from: Tara Gregory: Long live the Queen

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

**Everyone depicted in this story and A.I. generated are adults, over the age of 18** 

In the days that followed, I found myself growing bolder in expressing my affection towards Daddy. I'd steal quick pecks on his lips whenever I passed him in the hallway, sometimes lingering longer than I probably should have. Whenever we sat together in the living room watching TV or just relaxing, I'd curl up onto his lap, my bare thighs brushing against his clothed ones. I loved feeling the warmth enveloping me, his musky scent filling my nostrils as I nuzzled into his neck. 

Mommy watched all this unfold with a mixture of disgust and jealousy. At first, she tried to ignore the blossoming intimacy, focusing on her domestic duties or preparing dinners. But as the weeks passed, I noticed her glancing up more often, a spark of something unreadable in her gaze. One evening, as I sat perched on Daddy's lap, dressed in the most adorable knee socks, heels and a baby pink dress, Mommy cleared her throat awkwardly. Her eyes kept flickering from our entwined hands to my pink panties peeking under the hemline of my dress. 

My mom's discomfort was evident, but I knew better than to let it deter me. The thought of her knowing she couldn't interfere without facing a serious spanking from Daddy, made my insides tingle with excitement. I leaned further into Daddy's chest, pressing my round breasts against his solid form, feeling the heat from his body seeping through the thin fabric of my dress. 

I decided to test the waters even further. While lounging in front of the fireplace, I ever-so-slowly slid off my precious pink Mary Janes, revealing my delicate feet sheathed in those cute little ruffled socks. I could feel Daddy's eyes on me, tracking every movement, as I casually dangled my feet toward his thighs. 

Unable to resist the temptation any longer, I allowed my socked foot to brush against the bulge forming in his trousers. I feigned innocence, but the mischievous grin playing on my lips betrayed me. Gently, I began to rub circles around Daddy's cock with my little toes, savouring the way his breath hitched at my teasing touch. My other foot soon joined in, caressing and exploring his manhood through the rough material of his pants, while I kept up a steady stream of small talk with Mommy, pretending not to notice her growing jealousy.

Seizing the moment, I watched Mommy retreat from the room and up the grand staircase, her high heels clicking angrily on the marble floor as she disappeared from sight. 

I turned my full attention back to Daddy, and with a devious smile, I undid his pants and produced his raging erection. 

There it was - standing tall and proud, begging for my continued attention. My heart raced as I placed my heels on his thighs, my toes eagerly reaching for his velvety-hard cock. I wrapped them around his shaft, relishing the feeling of him sliding between my soft, warm socks. 

With deliberate strokes, I teased and pleasured him, alternating between slow and fast movements, listening intently to his gasps and groans for guidance. The warmth of the fire danced across the room as I worked my magic, our secret little world in this big house shrinking to just the two of us and the salacious sounds of his pleasure. 

I decided to take things to another level. I slipped off my thin, nylon ruffle socks, baring my warm, creamy feet for the first time during this intimate moment. Goosebumps pricked at my calves as I placed my bare soles on either side of Daddy's penis.

My toes curled around his base, feeling the veins pulse beneath my touch. I slowly dragged my soles upwards, the friction against his smooth erection caused him to groan. Reaching the tip, I lightly flicked my big toe over his sensitive head, spreading the droplets of precum that had formed. Then, with a devilish gleam in my eye, I began to slide my feet up and down his length, relishing in the feel of his hardness gliding between my youthful, buttery arches. 

Daddy's eyes were rolling back in his head which only fueled my desire to please him. The sensation of his manhood against my little soles was unlike anything I'd ever experienced, I felt in control, and I couldn't get enough of it. 

It didn't take long before I could see the signs of his impending release. Daddy's breathing grew ragged, his chest heaving with each exhale as he fought to maintain his composure. I increased the tempo of my tender soles, sliding my feet up and down his cock with purposeful abandon. 

I felt his entire body tense, his muscles coiling like springs ready to snap, and then...oopsie! Waves of hot cum shot out, painting my soles and toes in a messy white canvass. I moaned at the sight, feeling so proud to have driven him over the edge like that. 

With a satisfied smirk on my face, I stood up from the plush sofa, revealing in the masterpiece I'd created with my dainty feet. A delicious mess of cum adorned my soles and toes, evidence of Daddy's undeniable pleasure. 

I glanced over my shoulder at him, seeing him still recovering from his climax. I raised an eyebrow playfully. "Well, Daddy," I purred, "it looks like somebody made quite the mess." I wiggled my feet tauntingly, creating a mesmerizing dance of semen between my toes. 

"Who's gonna clean this up?" I asked, my voice dripping with dominance and amusement. 

Taking a deep breath, I felt my own power surging through me as I fully embraced the moment. I snapped my fingers, pointing down at my cum-covered feet with confident authority I didn't know I possessed. "Clean," I demanded, my voice strong and commanding, yet still laced with affection. My heart raced, unsure of how Daddy would react to my sudden shift in dominance. 

My stomach fluttered as I waited for his response. Would he accept my newfound dominance? Or would I end up over his knee, with his heavy belt putting me back in my place? But when he looked up at me, his eyes were filled with a mix of surprise and raw hunger. Slowly rising from the sofa, he dropped to his hands and knees before me, his tongue lashing out to taste the salty evidence of his release. 

A rush of adrenaline coursed through me as I watched him willingly submit, and I felt my own desires ignite further. I placed one hand on my hip and extended a foot, giving Daddy better access to my toes while emphasizing my control over him. I gasped as he began to suck and lick, his mouth working diligently to clean every last drop from my feet. 

After he had thoroughly cleaned my feet, I couldn't help but let a giggle escape my lips. "Good boy," I praised, my voice filled with both tenderness and newfound power. Collecting my discarded socks and heels from the floor, I smiled down at Daddy, still on his knees before me. I blew him a quick, flirty kiss before turning on my heel and skipping away toward the staircase, the sound of my giggles echoing throughout the quiet house. Clutching my ruffled socks and shoes to my chest, I ascended the steps, feeling lighter than I had in months. Our roles had shifted, and I was finally finding my place within this strange, twisted dynamic that seemed to rule our household. 

Tara Gregory 💋

Continued in: Tara Gregory: Wine Cellar

 

Senior School

Continued from: "Big-Girl" Room

I watched from the reception desk as Russ led Sarah by the hand, into the main lobby. They weren't late for the first day of Senior School but the shit-eating grins they both had on their faces, confirmed what I thought I could hear from the basement this morning. 

I gave Sarah a disapproving judgey-face, just to embarrass her a bit. 

"It sounds like you're settling in to your new room quite well young lady?" I rhetorically asked. 

Sarah blushed and lowered her head, then meeped out a little, "yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am". 

The walls and floors of the Facility are deliberately thin. If there are clients in the reception area waiting to be spanked, I want them to be able to hear the smacks and cries coming from the room they are on-deck to attend. 

It also means that when Sarah Jane was being fucked in her bedroom this morning, I could hear each of her grunts, moans and groans. I can't say I blame her though. Russ used to fuck me the same way, many years ago. He can be quite the swordsman when he wants to be. 

I broke the awkward silence and backed-off my glaring bitch-face. 

"Sarah, please take a seat and meet your classmates," I said cheerfully. 

"I believe you know Summer, the naughtiest of all the students," I joking introduced her. Summer giggled and Sarah began to lighten up too and cracked as smile. 

"The gorgeous woman to your right, her name is Isabella," I continued. "I think you three are going to get along just smashingly!"  

Summer got up and pulled Bella to her feet. She echoed my previous comment by saying, "you better believe she's gorgeous." Then I watched on, as Summer stuck her tongue into Bella's mouth.

I could see Sarah's face trying to process what she was seeing. She had a look of concern for the girls, like she was waiting for me to cane the daylights out of Summer and Bella.

Nope, not at Senior School. Yes, the girls sometimes need to be disciplined, shamed in the corner or made to write lines on the board, but this environment is much more lenient. The girls are taught and encouraged to be confident and in control, to be slutty and act like little cock-teases if there is a boy around.

Speaking of which, the elephant in the room... 

"Girls, the little beta-boy sitting across from you is named Tyler. He couldn't hack it at his all-boys school so he'll be joining the three of you at your girl's school." I explained. 

Tyler was a newer client of mine who had attended for a few consultations with me already. His interests include corporal punishment, humiliation and forced-fem. Well! He certainly came to the right place. We haven't started the forced cross-dressing with him yet though, I've only had his dicklette locked up for about two weeks. I need a solid 30-days in chastity before the forced-fem begins.

Bella and Summer moved in like sharks, circling him in their heels and teasing him relentlessly. I continued to watch Sarah absorbing all of this, absorbing and learning from her two she-devil peers who are already graduates of Senior School.  

I took Tyler into the change room to inspect his cock cage and get him dressed. Since he's still in a boys clothing stage right now, I made sure his outfit was vulnerable and silly. 

By virtue of his beta-male status, Tyler's "rank" is well below the status of the girls, even Sarah Jane who's new to the Senior School. He barely qualifies as a participant in the class. He is there to be humiliated and feel his little dick straining against the chastity device in the presence of real women. Tyler is aware that if he agrees to dress like the rest of the girls at my all-girls school, he will be invited to more actively participate.

I guess he's not quite there yet, he safe-worded me when I showed him the outfit I wanted him in. Another month or two in chastity, completely denied of orgasm should fix that. He'll be begging me for a plaid skirt and a bra with falsies. 

In any event, I made sure Tyler's desk faced the corner so he could only hear what was going on and he could be essentially ignored. 

This entire Senior School and scene was for the benefit of Sarah Jane, so once I got everyone settled I rang the bell and put Sarah to work right away. Her first class was on deepthroating. 

It must have been dreadfully humiliating for her to kneel and suck a dildo while Summer and Bella watched her and commented. Sarah Jane actually had some serious skills, I was impressed. She could take that cock so deep that her nose touched the wall and her chin touched the balls of the dildo. 

Summer squealed out in approval at one point:

"Did you see her DT that cock and lick the balls at he same time??! Holy shit!" 

Bella nodded and clapped in agreement. I must say, I was impressed too. Russell is a lucky man to have claimed this little sex doll!   

Poor Tyler snuck the odd glance and got to see Sarah gagging and sputtering all over the dildo, likely wondering how his penis ended up mashed into a metal cage, unable to get fully erect. 

At recess we all took a break. Tyler was allowed up from his desk. He must have thought he had some game left with the ladies or something. He tried to take a run at Summer and flirt with her, assuming she was just another kinky client and not my wife. 

Not a great idea Tyler...

I guess he missed her body language cues??! Haha...! What a wiener!! 

I gave Tyler a spanking on the bare, right in front of the three girls. Sarah's eyes lit up with excitement. I don't think she's ever seen or interacted with a male submissive before. 

Next, I stripped him down so Sarah could see his chastity cage. It was her first time seeing a locked-up penis and I'm glad she giggled out loud. Tyler's face went as beet red as his spanked ass. 

Summer and Bella, now sensing the vulnerability and weakness, went right for the throat and continued teasing poor Tyler who was still predominately naked.

The culmination of being spanked in front of the girls, his cock cage on display and now his enforced nudity, finally broke him. He began sobbing and red-worded out of the scene. 

Whatever...no refunds, he'll be back. I'm still his keyholder...

The session wasn't completely ruined. We did some more deepthroat training with Sarah Jane, before I took her back down to her room. I helped her out of her uniform and left her in her sexy over-the-knee socks and her heels. I know Russell likes that. 

"Wait for your 'Daddy' just like that sweetie, I'll send him down" I cooed to her. 

She responded with a "yes Ma'am". 

"Make sure to show Daddy what you practiced in class today huni," I encouraged. 

Sarah giggled and said "yes Ma'am", again. 

I locked her cell door and left her anxiously waiting for her "Daddy". 

I'm sure he'll be impressed today!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Deepthroating "Daddy"

 

Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 1

Continued from: The New Recruit

A Sarah Jane story

A month or so had passed since I was promoted to the rank of "junior schoolgirl". I got into a fairly regular routine of showing up to the Facility in the mornings, to be greeted by Cassandra. I'd be corporately or professionally dressed, just to experience the dichotomy of having that feminine power and confidence stripped away. 

I'd soon find myself in the regulation attire of "junior school". It meant pigtails, very short kilts and either knee socks or those little ankle socks with the ruffles around the tops. Sometimes I was required to wear socks and heeled sandals...icky! It was dreadful looking. 

I felt shame and vulnerability most of the time. I was constantly humiliated yet constantly aroused. I was embarrassed to be clicking around in my patent Mary Janes, while the rest of the stunning women around the facility were power-strutting in their five-inch stilettos. I was ready to be promoted again. I wanted to be more like those other ladies, rather than dressed like a naughty little girl. 

I had one final class and assessment in my junior school curriculum, before the "Headmaster" (Russ) would consider me for promotion. I had been avoiding it. The class was called "foot worship". I had a fairly good hunch as to what it would entail but also a bit of anxiety of the unknown. The class was taught by substitute "teachers", Miss Summer and Miss Vanessa. 

I don't know who Vanessa is but Summer and I got to know each other a little. We played adult Twister where my face was essentially pressed against the seat of her mini skirt. Later that evening I went down on her while I was being fucked. I guess that qualifies as getting to know each other a little. 

I knew about their special closet at the Facility and how much male clients pay them to be in that space. I guess then men sniff their high heels after they've been worn and buy their nylons and stuff? When I was reluctant to complete the "foot worship" class, I assumed this is what the content would be. Nevertheless, absent of a foot fetish, I needed to take this class to be promoted by the Headmaster. 

*Sigh*

Like many of my other experiences thus far at the Facility, I found myself kneeling with my eyes down. My heart beats out of my chest, my stomach is in my throat and I wait quietly, for the first sign of any sort of stimulus. This time it was the sound of confident heel clicks against marble, followed by a slip-stream of expensive perfume. My substitute teachers had arrived, and when I snuck my eyes up to peek, I noticed they were dressed like Flight Attendants. 

Without warning, Summer was up under my skirt and pulling the front of my panties aside. She told me to spread slightly and in one fluid motion, an object was inserted into my soaked pussy. It was oddly shaped and pink in colour. My greedy pussy gobbled the object up with ease, and the little tail portion rode up my slit toward my clitty. 

Nothing further was said, as the pair of them helped me into a chair and busied themselves tying my ankles, knees and wrists together with soft ropes. A red ball gag was placed into my mouth by Summer and fastened around my head. She kissed my cheek and seductively purred to me, "hello again Sweetie." 

Summer introduced Vanessa briefly, I could only nod my head in her direction as drool cascaded from my lips. Vanessa rolled a TV monitor into my field of view and started what appeared to be a slideshow. They dimmed the lights and both of them clicked out of the room, leaving me alone. 

The slideshow illuminated to life. Each photo hung in place for about 15 seconds, before fading out and being replaced by the next. 

By the third photo, the toy in my pussy suddenly whirled to life in a crescendo of intense vibrations. I shrieked into my gag, startled by the sudden shock of the sensation. I pulled against my bondage but the girls had me roped-off to the chair quite snugly. Ironically enough, the third photo happened to be rope bondage on hosed ankles. 

Followed by another one...

I couldn't help but appreciate the artistic beauty of some of these photos. Like they were actually pleasant to look at, beautiful even. In that moment of epiphany I must have let my guard down, subconsciously. I felt an orgasm building, assisted by the powerful toy that was trapped in my pussy and being remotely controlled. 

As another photo appeared, I tipped over the edge and came, directly and shamefully into my panties, all while looking at a female foot in a sandal and groaning against my ball gag.  

Was I being brainwashed in this closet of hell!! What were they doing to me?! 

The slideshow kept rolling and the vibrator resumed its relentless onslaught. I was about to orgasm a second time. 

Please help! !

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 2

 

  

 

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