Girl-Talk

Continued from: Bi-polar BDSM

A Sarah Jane story

My new role seemed to have me much more emboldened of late. I didn't even hesitate when I kissed Mandy on the lips, as she dangled helplessly in the basement dungeon, her impending whipping no doubt playing on her mind. 

As Russell and I emerged from the depths of the dungeon, our senses still reeling from the intoxicating spectacle of Mandy, we encountered Mistress Andrea, poised at the top of the stairs. In her hand, she gripped a menacing-looking whip, its supple leather coils promising a world of exquisite agony for poor Mandy. 

As our eyes met, a knowing smile played across her ruby-red lips, and she reclined her head in a gesture of acknowledgement. "I won't be long, sweetheart," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper. With a wink and a twirl of her whip, Mistress Andrea swept past us, descending the stairs with a predatory grace, highlighted by the click of her boots. 

I turned to Russell, my eyes gleaming with a mixture of lust and mischief. "Well, young man," I spoke, my finger tracing a line across his jaw, "it seems we have a few moments to ourselves. Shall we make the most of them?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he dutifully replied, following behind me like a puppy dog. 

With a relaxing sigh, I lowered myself on to the plush velvet loveseat in the bar. Slowly, deliberately, I slipped my feet from the confines of my towering stilettos, relishing the cool air that caressed my stocking-clad toes. 

Russell assumed his rightful position on the floor. knowing that he is not permitted onto furniture unless expressly invited. I settled back into the sofa, pressing the pad of my foot against his lips and nose. Each touch, each kiss and lick from Russell, served as a reminder of the power I now held over him, and I was savouring every last drop. 

The sudden intrusion of Summer's melodious voice, coupled with her playful giggle, startled me from my Domme-space. My head snapped up, my eyes widening as I took in the sight of her, literally in her underwear outside, standing in the patio doorway under a grape arbor. 

She brought her hands over her mouth and giggled again. 

"Papa! Que fais-tu avec un collier?" 

I think she said something to the effect of, "Daddy, what's with the collar?" 

"Hi, Summer," I seductively hissed at her while chuckling. I couldn't help but recognize the absurdity of the situation. Here I was, lounging like a Goddess while the man she so recently was calling 'Daddy', groveled at my feet, his face buried in the delicate arches of my stockings. 

Before I could elaborate further on the delightful intricacies of our new dynamic, Summer squealed in joy and launched herself onto me, her petite frame colliding with mine in a tangle of kisses and laughter. 

With Summer half-naked and her tongue down my throat, Mistress Andrea strode into the room, clearly she had finished with Mandy downstairs, a riding crop remained clutched firmly in her hand. 

A slow, irritated smirk spread across her face as she drank in the sight of the debauched scene. Russell, kneeling obediently, behaving himself, and her own lovely wife, straddling my lap as our lips and tongues engaged in a passionate dance. 

With a flick of her wrist, she snapped the riding crop off Summer's exposed bum, the sharp crack of leather against flesh echoing through the room. Summer let out a surprised yelp, but I could see the glimmer of excitement in her eyes as she reluctantly disentangled herself from me. 

"Off, young lady," Mistress commanded, giving her one more with the crop for good measure. "We mustn't molest the guests," Mistress smirked again, holding back a giggle. 

"Why don't you take Russell outside and he can help you pick some grapes, huni?" 

"Yes, Madame," she quickly replied, before turning to the kneeling Russell and helping him to his feet by his wrist. 

"Allez, Papa. Vite." 

I think she was deliberately continuing to call him Daddy, but in French, to spite his new role. I didn't mind, it was cute, she's cute all-around. 

Poor Russell...

"Come, Daddy...watch me pick grapes in my underwear and high heels...while your penis is locked in a chastity cage..." Right!? 

I wonder if Mistress plans all this ahead of time, is she just that good? 

I didn't ask, as she settled in beside me for some much anticipated girl-talk. I reached for her gloved hand, bringing it to my lips to kiss it as a gesture of my admiration of her.

"How's Mandy, Mistress?" I asked curiously, wondering why I hadn't seen her yet. 

"Oh, she's fine, baby. Just taking some time to decompress then a shower and clean up. She has to make herself look like an innocent soccer mom again, right?" Mistress stifled a smile as she spoke.  

"She said she'd come find you though, in a little while." Mistress replied, while stroking my hair.

"Was there something you wanted to ask me, Sarah Jane?" she coaxed. 

Emboldened, I pressed on, my cheeks flushing slightly as I voiced the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface since this morning.  My voice became low and intense, as I leaned forward, my eyes locking with hers. "I want to fuck Russell with a strap-on," I stated bluntly, the vulgarity of my words sending a thrill through my body.

Mistress raised eyebrow and her devilish smile spoke volumes, without her needing to utter a single word. She leaned in, her lips brushing against my forehead in a soft kiss, a gesture that was both tender and possessive. 

"Good girl," she whispered, as our eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between us. 

"I can help with that," Mistress cooed, as I snuggled into her closer. 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Girl-talk Continues

  

Soccer Mom

Continued from: Her Dark Rooms

A Sarah Jane story 

A few hours later, Mandy arrived at Mistress Andrea's Facility. No doubt her heart was pounding with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety; a feeling I know all-too well. She sat alone in the lobby, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as she tried to calm her nerves.

To the casual observer, she looked like any other suburban soccer mom - her sassy pink yoga pants and oversized hoodie, doing little to hint at he dark desires that consumed her thoughts. 

When Daddy and I had the chance to study her file before she showed up, it came as no surprise to me why she would be now waiting in a BDSM facility, wishing to be spanked, brutalized, degraded and humiliated. The lone, distant, glossed-over eyes, suggested to me that she craved the escape that only BDSM can provide. 

She's an ER nurse, first of all. And by the looks of this shot, it's been a heavy shift. 

Then off to soccer practice with the kids maybe, stopping by the grocery store for tonight's dinner. 

On the weekend, she's runs the local bake sale at her church. 

If the church only knew what she was into, my word! *giggle. The cauldrons of holy water would be boiling. (I read about what she was into, in her file...*blush! And I thought I was into some dark stuff). 

Next...Maybe take the mini van for a detailing, because it's covered in crushed goldfish crackers and sticky fingerprints.

Fit in a few self-medicating drinks on the neighbour's back porch and hit the weed pen on Saturday night. 

Wake-up the next morning and take the other minivan to Costco. 

Find a place in the afternoon that does Caesar Sundays and mix in a few of those with some girlfriends. Or maybe a mimosa Sunday morning, by the looks of that image. 

Then go back to work...

Wash, rinse, repeat. Wash, rinse, repeat...

Now that you know as much about Mandy as I know. Does it come as a surprise to you that she's into the heavier side of BDSM?! Hell no! 

The monotony of her daily life, the responsibilities of being a nurse and a mother, had left her craving something more - something intense and all-consuming. Now, as she prepares to begin her multi-day session at The Facility, she feels a strange sense of peace wash over her. Soon she would be stripped bare, both physically and emotionally, ready to embrace the role of the willing victim in the dungeon below. 

She continued to sit nervously in the lobby, lost in her own thoughts, Daddy (Russell) emerged from a doorway. He cut a striking figure in his tailored suit, exuding and air of confidence and authority that seemed to fill the room. 

Approaching Mandy, he extended his hand and introduced himself. "Hello, Miss Reid. I'm Russell, I'll be filling in for Mistress Andrea for the next few days, I believe she texted you this?" Mandy's eyes remained fixed on the floor, her voice barely above a whisper as she responded, "yes, Sir."  

He wasted no time in beginning the scene. "Stand up and strip," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. Mandy hesitated for a moment, her hands trembling as she reached for the hem of her hoodie. Slowly, she pulled it over her head, revealing a simple white bra underneath. Next came her yoga pants, sliding down her legs to pool at her feet. 

As she stood there in her underwear and socks, her instinct was to cover herself, her arm crossing protectively over her tits and her hand cupping her mound. Russell stepped closer, giving her lower, right butt-cheek a sharp smack, causing her to yelp in surprise. 

"I said strip...that means everything off, now!" he growled, his eyes narrowing to take in her partially clothed form.

Mandy's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she fumbled with the clasp of her bra, her fingers shaking as she struggled to comply. Finally, the garment fell away, revealing her ample tits and pert nipples. With a deep breath she stepped out of her socks and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her lace panties.

She stood before him, completely exposed, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. Russell held out his hand, silently demanding that she surrender her panties to him. Mandy placed the delicate lace in his palm, her eyes downcast as she awaited his next command. 

He opened the cute underwear to inspect the inside, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement as he examined the damp patch on the gusset. "Tsk, tsk," he clicked his tongue, his voice dripping with mock disappointment. 

"Look at this mess. You're already soaking wet, Miss Reid. Is that what turns you on? Being stripped naked and humiliated in front of a total stranger?" 

Mandy's face burned with shame, her eyes filling with tears as she nodded mutely. This was exactly the kind of degrading treatment she craved, the delicious humiliation that set her nerve endings ablaze. Russell tossed the soiled panties aside, his attention now fully focused on Mandy's trembling form. 

"On your knees," he barked, pointing to spot on the floor in front of him. 

As if on queue, the click of my high heels echoed through the lobby as I closed the distance on the kneeling woman and approached her from behind. 

I was wearing a sleek, black cocktail dress that hugged my curves in all the right places, accentuated by a pair of scandalously high strappy heels. Daddy's eyes widened appreciatively as he took in my "grown-up" appearance and winked at me. He doesn't often see me dressed like a "big girl."

"Change of plans," he announced, his gaze flicking between Mandy and I. "The three of us are going to dinner. It'll give us a chance to get to know each other and I booked reservations at the swankiest place in town."

Mandy, still kneeling naked on the floor, kept her head bowed as she murmured, "Yes, Sir. But...Sir, I don't have anything nice to wear..." 

Bless her heart! What a little cutie-pie! 

I helped her to her feet, pulling her in for a warm embrace and greeting her for the first time. Mandy melted into my touch, her body trembling as she accepted the comfort I offered. I pressed a soft little kiss to her lips, a silent promise of the pleasures to come. "Come with me, sweetheart," I chirped, as I led her to a bedroom where everything had been pre-arranged and pre-planned by Daddy, for this exact moment. 

After what felt like an eternity, Mandy emerged from the room, a vision of elegance and sensuality. My breath caught in my throat as I took in the sight of her, a similar black cocktail dress to mine. My eyes were drawn to a tantalizing glimpse of thigh, revealed by the dress's daring slit. Her legs, elongated by the strappy heels, seemed to go on forever, and I found myself imaging them wrapped around my shoulders, as I explore every inch of her newly shaved pussy. 

The way she fidgeted with her fingers, her gaze darting nervously between Daddy and me, spoke volumes about her lack of self-awareness. It was clear that this beautiful, sexy woman had no idea how captivating she truly was. Mandy's innocence and naivety were part of what made her so incredibly alluring. 

The thought of being a slave "sister" alongside this woman and under Daddy's control, sent a shiver down my spine. Together, Daddy and I would show her the depths of her own beauty and unlock her true potential!

I can't friggen wait for "big girl" playtime!! Eeeee!

Sarah Jane 💟 

Continued in: Dinner and a Dungeon

Threesome with Bella

Continued from: Brush my Teeth

A Sarah Jane story 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Haha.

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: The Huntress

  

Brush My Teeth

Continued from: ATM

A Sarah Jane Story 

I was definitely fliting with disaster here. 

"Daddy punish me more, I haven't learned my lesson." 

C'mon! Pleeeeease! He would be able to see right through this and could call me on it. I thought I might have ended up over his knee again. Good thing Bella is a little bit irresistible, even to me! I missed seeing her body squirm and writhe under pleasure, and hearing her moan like a whore when I was pressing that dildo into her ass. 

And now, I found myself wanting more! Greedily. I was telling Daddy to humiliate me further, by doing ass-to-mouth with his own cock, essentially cuckqueaning me. I don't know what I was thinking. I was just so aroused. 

Again, he didn't need to ask Bella if this was alright, but he did anyway. Such a gentleman. She of course, robotically agreed like a good sex slave should/would. 

"Yes Sir, thank you, Sir." She replied, at Daddy's offer to fuck her in the ass, then transfer his cock from her bum, into my mouth. 

Yes, I was jealous, especially after seeing the moves she had. She essentially did all the work, and fucked her own arse on Daddy's dick. 

She was a pro, rolling her hips, a deep arch to her back and letting her tits flop about, all while occasionally glancing in my direction. 

Before long, Daddy got up and popped out of her butt. Then it was directly over to me and into my waiting mouth. 

There was definitely no twelve repetitions this time, there's no way Daddy would have lasted. I kinda enjoyed teasing him this way, without him knowing. I knew he was on the brink of blowing his load so I sucked his cock with tremendous vigor and speed. If he cums...no more fucking Bella right? Hehe...

I think he was able to manage three. Three reps into Bella's asshole then into my mouth. At the end of the third trip, from ass to mouth, Daddy finally exploded into my throat. 

There! Now I can go brush my teeth...*blush*

Right after I thank Bella for participating in my dreadfully shameful punishment. I knelt down and kissed her passionately on the asshole, verbally thanking her in the process. 

Daddy went down to the kitchen to make us all a snack. I threw on some panties and little top, Bella just stayed in her stockings and garters. Ha. What a weapon she is!

I don't know what came over me, maybe it was the special bond I had with Bella or the intensity of the humiliation I just went through, with the ass-to-mouth punishment, but I couldn't keep my hands off her. I was still so aroused! I hadn't cum yet, during that who ordeal.

She went to wash her hands at the sink and I caressed her bum and slipped a finger inside her petals. 

I got an approving nod from Daddy that it was ok. That I wasn't being too bold for my role or too big for my britches as it's known. 

Next thing you know we were making out on the couch. 

And before you know it, I had my legs in the air, letting her slip my panties off. 

As I watched her beautiful hair begin to brush against the insides of my thighs, I frantically called out to Daddy who was in the kitchen. 

"Would it be ok if I had an orgasm, Daddy...please?" 

I knew the moment her mouth came into contact with my cunt it would be all over for me. It would be too late to seek Daddy's permission. 

"Sure, sweetie." He called back to me. 

Bella gave me an evil but playful smile, before leaning all the way in to French kiss my clit. 

*MOAAAAAN!!

Gawwwd damn! Ohhh fuck did I ever cum for her. Her tongue lashed the shit outta me! I wanted her to make me cum again but I didn't want to push my luck with Daddy. I pulled Bella in for a kiss so I could taste myself on her lips, then gave her an equally sinister and playful smile back. 

"Daddddddieeee...can Bella stay the night with us?"

Well she did...we slept in until like noon yesterday. We literally had sex like all fucking night! It was amazing. We teased poor Daddy so much! Hehe

He told me his cock feels like it was in a wet bouncy castle all night. Lol. Jesus...

I'll write about Saturday night, if you'd like to hear more about it? 

Until then. 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Threesome with Bella