Emasculation

Continued from: He's so Screwed

When we left off, the girls had taken poor Jeremy's cock and mashed it into a chastity cage that was about the size of an Oreo cookie. And if that wasn't bad enough, they used a threaded dildo attachment to give their submissive some usefulness, all while fucking with his mind and his pre-conceived notions of masculinity. 

Jeremy got the divine honour of fucking Mistress Summer with this thing, rather than his actual penis. But Summer made it very clear that if he chose to fuck her, she would be returning the favour. 

Before this comeuppance was administered however, Cassandra wanted in on the action. The solution these two vixens chose was a dildo gag. A short intruding portion that looks and feels like a realistic penis, went into Jeremy's mouth to gag him, while a lifelike dildo triumphantly protruded from the other side.

This must be dreadfully humiliating for Jeremy. Paying to be in the presence of and serve two shockingly beautiful women, yet reduced to using stunt-cocks to fuck them.

Summer rode him slowly and deeply, making sure her asshole dabbed his nose while she bounced away. Cassie took a firm grip of his nipples like they were reins, and slammed her juicy pussy into his chastity dildo. 

His desperation by this point, must have been unbearable. I'm sure he was begging to be fucked, if it meant he was one step closer to release, to having his cock-cage removed. 

The girls ran a train on him and took turns destroying his asshole with their own stunt cocks!

If he spurted from his tiny device, like a sissygasm from anal only, his cage would not have been removed. After several rounds of ass-fucking from both of gorgeous Dommes, the chastity-gasm eluded poor Jeremy. 

Cassandra was of course pissed-off, she didn't want to remove his cock-cage. I'm surprised she didn't kick his balls again, out of frustration. Rather, they subjected Jeremy to one final torment and made him watch, as Summer and Cassie had sex on the couch. 

Jeremy eventually earned his release, after an hour or so of suffering at the hands of these two beauties. Maybe not the release he was hoping for, but after 10 weeks in chastity, he took what was offered. 

The girls made him stand in the corner and face the walls. They sat close-by to supervise and humiliate him. Jeremy was permitted to masturbate while facing the corner, orgasm into his own palm, then consume his entire load. 

He was then required to turn and thank the dominant duo for the load of cum he just consumed. About five minutes after this, limp and shriveled once again, they had him locked back into his day-to-day chastity cage. 

Was it worth it Jeremy? A 30-second wank into your palm in exchange for humiliation, pain, mental torture, degradation and having your arse raped by these two? I'm hearing that no safewords were used... 

I'm sure you wouldn't trade it for all the tea in China, Jeremy...

As usual, I'll be keeping your chastity key as you return to the vanilla world. When you're ready for more heavenly hash, feel free to book with me again. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: 'Tis the Season

 

 
    

Pinch Hitter

Continued from: Quality Control

Sorry for going M.I.A. for a bit folks. I went and got fuckin' COVID! Again...wtf! 

Thrice vaccinated. I take all precautions during this time of year and hand-wash always. I haven't been around any silver-sleeved, greasy children...I dunno where the hell I got it from. 

I was mainly just tired and cold. I had body aches. *pout*

I noticed Russell and Sarah posted a few times. It sounds like she is being kept on a very short leash over there. This is good, she needs that. A room specifically for the whipping of her soles, her asshole, her tits! Omg I love it. She's 100% correct though, about Russell's quality control and OCD. It rubbed-off on me back in the day too. If I ever caught Summer with a run in her hose, oh boy I'd roast her bare ass until she couldn't sit!

Anyway. Let me share with you what also happened during this COVID stint of mine. I'm all better now btw. When I was down and out I had an out-of-town client booked for a dual-Domme session. Dual Domme sessions are very expensive and my client was planning to drive over four hours just to be abused by Summer and I. Plus, I keep him in a chastity cage 24/7 and usually he earns his unlocking when he books with me, once every few months. I couldn't cancel on him. I would have felt so bad. 

Four hours away, leading his vanilla life with a locked-up penis. I think he has been denied for at least 10 weeks. I'd say he was very much looking forward to this session.  

You know when you get an idea to fix a problem of some kind and you know the fix will work, but you also know it's a bad idea, right off the bat? 

Speaking of bats...here's the bad idea:

Look at her! Resting pissed right off face! 

So, I ended up telling my client that I was down with the sniffles, his name is Jeremy btw. I asked Jeremy if he'd be ok with a pinch hitter to replace me. Summer would still be present, I reassured him, then I began to tell him a little about Cassandra. I think he liked hearing that she was only 21. He probably didn't hear me mention that she's a bit...ummm, aggressive, toward men. 

Silly male. Only thinking with his locked-up dick. Jeremy ended up not cancelling his appointment. In-fact, he quite excitedly and hastily sent his deposit and bode me some get-well-soon pleasantries. 

Be careful what you wish for you silly male submissive. Here's bad idea number two! Summer and Cassie together. 

Regardless of what they're doing they end up just feeding off one-another and working themselves into a frenzy. Every one here at The Facility, clients included, all have safewords. All I can say is good luck to you Jeremy, use your words if you need to!

On the day of the session, the girls were suited-up and getting into character. They looked great, especially in contrast to my hot-mess of a condition. Jeremy was almost here and like the coach of sports team, I was giving Summer and Cassie a little maternal pep-talk. 

I think it went something like: 

"Cassandra Leigh! Look at me...Don't break him! He's a good client and he's paying a grotesque amount of money for this. That goes for you too, Summer Addison!" 

Of course the two of them just giggled at my cautionary warnings. You see, with Cassandra, she won't physically break down a man with a whip, she'll crawl right inside his mind and emotionally defeat him. Horrible predicaments that fuck with your mind, echoes of being sexually inadequate ringing in your ears and constant reminders of having a small, useless penis, even if you don't. That's Cassie's M.O. 

Summer on the other hand, is much more of an implement wielder. She'll handle the physical part, as Cassandra emotionally tortures. What have I unleashed here...?

It's like A.I. destroying humanity. I had put a series of events into motion that I couldn't undo. The genie was out of the bottle. 

I'm sorry Jeremy, be a brave boy for Mommy! Cuz you're fucked! 

Literally!

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: He's so Screwed!

 

Minute Man

Continued from: Like Crazy

A Sarah Jane story

My heart was so full! I was still riding the feels of such a passionate moment that Daddy and I just shared together. I was all his now, and he loved me! 

I don't think I killed the buzz when I asked him to re-shackle me to the bed and take me. If anything, I think I added to and complimented the whole situation. We dipped a toe into the vanilla world of love and intimacy, now it was time to get back to heavenly hash. 

I didn't waste any time...   

"Can you put the gag back in my mouth too, Daddy?" 

As soon as his clothes were off he was ragingly erect and more than ready to fuck me, in my vulnerable state. If his cock had brushed across my stockings I think he would have cum on the spot.

I wasn't suppose to know about this month-long, Locktober thing...but I did! I don't think Daddy believed that I knew about his little secret and knew that his dick was locked into a cage all month. 

Had I not known, I certainly would be suspicious now, after what just went down. He entered me and after what felt like thirty seconds and some rough thrusting, Daddy exploded into my cunt with a huge load of jizz.  

*giggle...oopsie! 

I guess you could say he was pent-up? But I wasn't suppose to know why.

He winked at me, indicating that some sort of new scene was about to begin, then he started his roleplay and began to get angry with me. 

"This was YOUR fault! I never cum that quickly." He said. 

"It's your fault for being too sexy and slutty!" He continued with a small smirk on his face. 

I played along and mewled out a, "I'm sorry Daddy!" 

He removed me from my binds and my gag and told me to present myself for punishment. Having heard him rustling and stripping his belt out of his pants that were on the floor, I quickly bolstered my hips and got into a strapping position, with my ass raised for Daddy. 

Daddy then began to spank me with his belt. They were hard, solid blows, all over my bare bum. The whole time he was whipping me, he would say things like, "I wouldn't have cum so fast if you weren't such a slut." CRACK!

"Say sorry!" CRACK!

"Apologize to Daddy for being a slut!" CRACK!

I fuckin' loved this! And boy did I ever get a good whuppin'.

The whole time I was being strapped, Daddy had masturbated himself erect once again. A full rebound and in record time too! I did what any good belt-whipped wife or girlfriend should do in this situation. I got down on my knees and "thanked him" for my spanking. 

Mmmmm. I could still taste my "slutty cunt" on Daddy's cock.

He was definitely ready to fuck me again. This time, having recently cum, I knew I'd get some longevity out of him. Did I ever! My cunt is still sore as I sit here typing this. 

Toward the end, Daddy told me to lay beside him and jerk him off onto his stomach. He loves the feel of my satin opera gloves on his dick. 

I made sure to milk-out the rest of Locktober's build-up, all over Daddy's tummy, which I diligently lapped-up and swallowed. We were both so emotionally exhausted and now physically exhausted, that we passed out together in Mistress Andrea's bed!

I half-expected her to crawl in beside us at some point during the night but she never did. 

We found her in the kitchen the next morning, chipper as ever and bit disheveled, sporting some sex hair. She told us she went to her friend Vanessa's house last night. Then I caught her blushing a bit too deeply. I guess it was a good night. 

Mistress invited us to breakfast, where I finally had a chance to thank her. To thank her for ALL of this. To thank her for setting me on a course that ultimately landed me in the arms of Daddy! I was so grateful to her and oh so happy. 

Daddy and I had decided last night, that I would be moving in with him, full-time, as his 24/7, live-in submissive. It was a bit humiliating, to sit there over breakfast and listen to Daddy and Mistress talk about what's best for me and what I need. What equipment Daddy has for my discipline and domination and what Mistress can lend him or offer him. 

They both know me well enough at this point that they were not wrong, they DO know what I need. 

In any event, Mistress very graciously offered Daddy the use of her Facility, whenever he wanted. Like having me come back to her stables as a pony slave or be spanked in the classroom in front of a group of other "students". She had the specialty rooms and equipment to accommodate this.

Then she teased me even further by suggesting my "lezzie tongue" will need some pussy from time to time. My face went beet-red. She wasn't wrong anymore. I've orgasmed so many times with my face buried in Bella's snatch, I think I associate my own pleasure with licking pussy now.   

We both thanked Mistress, before Daddy boasted that he had some specialty rooms of his own. Apparently he has a specific hallway on his second floor, lined with several rooms that have been custom-made for my discipline and punishments.

I will soon come to learn what are in these rooms and what discipline and punishment means, while under Daddy's roof. What I do know, spoiler alert, is that I am expected to sit on the stool in this hallway, facing a mirror and apart from my collar, I am to be bare naked as I wait.

Daddy will be in one of these rooms. Each room relates to a specific form of punishment. I just have to sit in nervous anticipation, never knowing which door will open...

***********

Mistress would like Daddy and I to continue to blog on her site about my journey as a live-in submissive. I am apparently getting a very interactive tour of his place, once I settle in. I'll provide a tour to the readers as well, once I can sit comfortably again. 

slave sarah

xoxo

 

She-Devil

Continued from: The Cute Couple

If October 30th is traditionally known as "Devil's Night", I would like to begin a new movement for all my FLR Queens out there. 

September 30th shall henceforth be known as, "SHE-Devil" night. Hehe.

Six more sleeps, ladies! I hope you'll observe Locktober with me this year. 

If you're in any other manner of relationship, be it gay, trans or an arrangement where one: there is a penis involved and two: the person with the penis is submissive or sub-curious...lock that fuckin' thing up!

If you're in a relationship where both parties have biological female parts, try lady-Locktober. I would love to hear how that goes and how achy all the subby-girls get, while denied and housed in stainless steel for a month. 

Have to leave the work-from-home office and actually go to the real office? No worries, choose clothing that will hide your naughty little, throbbing secret. 

I am feeling exceptionally devious and giddy this year, about my favourite holiday season. An old flame of mine named Russell, came back into my life several months ago, when I needed his help with a female client. 

Since that time, we pretty much picked up where we left off over a decade ago, only now, there are a few more variables involved but we have worked to embrace them. He has had a couple play-dates with my wife, including the time he fucked her. I had occasion to punishment spank him, Russell spanked me too, and then I more-or-less coerced him into Locktober this year, by offering myself to him.

You can read about my devious coercion here: Old Flame

Yes it's true, my devil horns are holding up my halo. This she-devil is about to reign over October.

As for She-Devil's night, I am going to invite Russell over for a lovely dinner, I may even do the 50's housewife look that I know he likes. Seamed nude hosiery, red lips and pearls, with a pin-up dress and heels, as I gracefully see to his dinner.

If you're planning on locking up a dick in a chastity cage, be cruel about it. Give the dick something to miss! 

After dinner I plan on adorning my she-devil attire and turning into a complete whore, right before Russell's eyes. 

I may have to resort to some truly bad-girl moves, just to drive him mental as I edge that lovely cock of his. I'll force him to associate the physical pleasure of his cock, to the sight and taste of my beautiful princess parts. 

Then I'll let him fuck the she-devil right out of me, which won't work. He may try, even with his belt around my neck, but this she-devil isn't going anywhere for awhile! 

He's going to cry out, "may I cum please, Mistress?" When Russell was once under my stiletto, he was trained to require my permission before he cums. In moments of intensity or ferocity, we all resort back to our training, so I fully expect to hear this escape his lips. 

And I'm going to let him cum. The teasing and edging will cause his orgasm to be massive. I intend to Kegel-squeeze every last drop of him, before quickly pulling him out and taking him into my mouth. 

I'll clean my own wonderful arousal off his dick, as it balloon-deflates in my mouth. I'll suck and lick and bob my head, but to his frustration, his penis will eventually become noodle-flaccid in my mouth. 

Perfect timing to get it under lock and key. 

I'll be using a metal, medium styled cage for Russell, with a sleek, internal locking mechanism. 

I have some delightfully devious plans for him during the month, cruel and tormenting plans! I'm going to need the help of my two minions though. 

Do I deliberately keep these two slutty, alluring and scantily clad around Russell, all month, just to torment him? Do I invite Russell up to the strip club so he can watch Cassandra dance? 

Hmm...

Maybe I'll invite Officer Summers and Officer Cassidy back. They can incarcerate him for the month. 

They sky is truly the limit when you combine a locked penis with a cruel she-devil!

This is gonna be awesome! 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Happy Locktober

 

 

 

Call me "Sir"

Continued from: Sissy husband Fluffs

Vanessa wasted no time in springing from the bed to access her nightside drawer, housing her strap-on. The sensation of her husband's tongue lapping Anthony's cum from off her bare asshole had her ravenous with sexual aggression. Earlier, she clearly stated she wanted to fuck, it was becoming abundantly clear to Derek that she wasn't done yet!

Anthony, sensing that his role in the evening was nearing its expiration, chuckled awkwardly, suggesting he should leave the two love-birds alone. 

"Anthony baby, I think there's a pair of my husband's old trackies in the top drawer. He doesn't need male clothes anymore, help yourself." 

Derek curls up in a little victim-pose on the bed, his mind races with conflicting thoughts and emotions as he contemplates his heterosexuality in light of the events that just occurred. Orally pleasing a man challenged his deeply ingrained sexual orientation and stirs a potent mix of confusion, humiliation, and curiosity within him.

Feelings of shame and vulnerability wash over Derek as he confronts his own internal conflicts. He questions his identity, grappling with the complex interplay between his innate desires and the expectations placed upon him within the context of his FLR with Vanessa.

"Go downstairs and watch Cocaine Bear, baby, I'll be down soon," Vanessa remarks, kissing Anthony on the cheek as her dildo pokes him in the leg. 

Vanessa's apex-predator instincts re-focus to the prey before her, still curled into a fetal position. 

"Take off your dress and panties sissy." 

As he reflects, Derek recognizes that his submission to Vanessa extends beyond traditional notions of sexual orientation. It transcends societal norms and delves into the intricate realms of power dynamics and surrender. He acknowledges that his obedience to Vanessa’s directives is an expression of his devotion and the trust he places in her as his dominant partner.

In the midst of his introspection, Derek acknowledges the potency of the humiliation he experiences. It is a profound element of their dynamic, testing the limits of his submission and pushing him to confront his deepest fears and vulnerabilities.

As Derek’s legs remain suspended in the air, exposing his vulnerability and submission, his gaze is drawn downwards, forced to confront the image of his delicate knee socks and dainty Mary Jane heels. The juxtaposition of his feminine attire with the act of being penetrated like a girl amplifies the psychological and emotional impact of their play.

With each thrust, Derek’s attention is split between the sensations within his body and the visual reminder of his femininity. The sight of his own legs adorned in knee socks and the dainty heels reinforces his role as a submissive, evoking a profound sense of surrender and further blurring the lines of his once heterosexuality.

Vanessa’s dominant presence looms above him, her gaze fixated on his vulnerable state. She revels in the visual tableau before her, the contrast between Derek’s sissy attire and his experience of being penetrated like a girl igniting a powerful mix of dominance and desire.

For Derek, this moment is both transformative and challenging. The combination of physical sensations, visual stimuli, and his submissive role deepens his surrender, confronting him with the complexity of his desires and the fluidity of his identity.

Vanessa doesn't let up, not with her girl-cock and not with her relentless tormenting of her sissy. 

"Do you wish this was a real cock young lady? Tell me you want a real cock, sissy. Do you wish I was Anthony right now?" Vanessa purred, not letting up. 

Vanessa’s questions hang amidst the moans in the room, eliciting a mix of vulnerability and desire within Derek. The implication of her words penetrates his thoughts, stirring a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

In a voice laden with submission, Derek responds, his words carrying the weight of his humiliating admission. “Yes, Ma'am,” he whispers, his voice quivering with a mix of longing and surrender. “I wish it was a real cock that was fucking me.”

"Call me 'Sir'", Vanessa snaps, slapping his smooth ass and grabbing his hair. 

"Please Sir, please fuck my pussy. I want your real cock Sir!" Derek gasps out. 

The confession unveils a deeper layer of Derek’s emasculation, exposing his longing for a more authentic experience. It reflects the complexity of his submission and his willingness to embrace both the physical and psychological aspects of his role.

Vanessa’s gaze narrows, her expression a mix of understanding and dominance. She absorbs Derek’s response, acknowledging the depths of his vulnerability and the significance of his longing.

“Your desires are noted, sissy,” she affirms, her voice resonating with authority. “Rest assured, I will continue to guide you through an exploration of pleasure and surrender. The next time you need to be fucked or spanked, Anthony will be doing both!" 

"Yes Sir," Derek cried out between grunts and moans. 

When Vanessa felt her husband had suffered enough, she pulled her strap-on out of his spent asshole and returned his panties to him. 

"Put those back on honey, make sure your cage is showing," Vanessa commanded, before they both attend downstairs.  

Once downstairs, Cocaine Bear was put on pause, while Vanessa again led the conversation about their future dynamics. 

"Anthony huni, my husband and I had a little chat upstairs," she started to explain. 

"That didn't sound like much of chat," he replied with a smirk. Derek's face burned with embarrassment. 

"We decided that in future, if Derek is not meeting your "needs", you have my permission to spank him," Vanessa added, her voice now smoky and devious. 

Vanessa’s suggestion silences the room, introducing a new element of discipline and control to their dynamic. Derek’s heart skips a beat, knowing that the consequences of his actions could now involve not only the disciplinary strict measures from Vanessa but also the firm hand of Anthony.

Anthony takes a moment to consider Vanessa’s proposal, his gaze shifting between her and Derek. He understands the significance of this suggestion, the power it gives him to assert dominance and reinforce Derek’s submission. After a brief pause, he responds with a tone of authority, his voice carrying weight and intent.

“I accept your proposition, Vanessa,” Anthony states, his voice firm. “If your husband fails to meet my expectations or disrespects the boundaries of our dynamic, I will administer the discipline he requires.”

Derek’s heart sinks at Anthony’s words, fully comprehending the gravity of the situation. He knows that his behavior and obedience will now be scrutinized more closely, his actions directly impacting the consequences he may face under Anthony’s hand and probably his belt. 

Vanessa’s eyes gleam with a mix of excitement and anticipation, her dominance asserting itself in this new facet of their dynamic. She nods in agreement with Anthony’s response, acknowledging the power and responsibility he now holds in their relationship.

All had been settled, for the next chapter of sickening humiliation and vulnerability for poor sissy Derek. Throughout this entire ordeal, the keys to his chastity cage never made an appearance. 

They likely never will. 

Mistress Andrea and "Chatty" 

xoxo

Continued in: The Secretary

More of Vanessa, Anthony and Derek is also continued in: "Thank you for Fucking my Wife"