Glitter and Gold

Continued from: A Rose by any other Name

We haven't seen or heard from Russ and Sarah Jane in awhile. I thought I would reach out in my own unique way. She wrote about that morning. Mistress Andrea xo

A Sarah Jane story

As I wandered into the kitchen, the morning sunlight dancing across the countertops, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation. My little gingham dress, baby blue with ruffles and puffy sleeves, rustled with each tippy-toe movement, its childish charm a stark contrast to my age. White socks added a touch of innocence to my overall ensemble, while ringlet pigtails bounced with each step, framing my face with an air of sweetness. 

Clutched in my hand was a mysterious parcel, wrapped in golden paper and adorned with a silver bow. Alongside it, an envelope bearing the familiar crest of Mistress Andrea's "Facility". Daddy, engrossed in a book, looked up as I approached, curiosity etching lines on his face. "What's all that, baby girl?" he asked, his tone measured.

I flashed him a mischievous grin, tearing into the present to reveal a vision of elegance within. Gasps escaped my lips as I lifted out an exquisite evening gown in lavender silk, accompanied by opera gloves, sky-high heels, stockings and the most decadent pair of lace panties. A smile tugged at my lips as I read the details of the card.

"Daddy, I need to speak with you about something. May I use my big-girl words?" I ventured, trying to contain the excitement in my voice. "I received an invitation, Daddy...to...to a rather unique party." 

I held out my little hand, showing Daddy the choker that accompanied the elegant gown and accessories. 

"Tell me more, little one," he coaxed, his words dripping with concern and curiosity. I hesitated, unsure how to articulate the jumble of emotions swirling within me. But Daddy knew me too well, he sensed the thrill of humiliation coursing through my veins. 

"It's a golden shower party, Daddy," I finally confessed, the words tumbling out in a rush. "A night of being pissed on and horribly degraded..." I trailed off. 

As I awaited Daddy's response, my gaze drifted to my current attire - the adult woman, trapped in a sea of ruffles and pastels. How delightfully thrilling then, to envision myself transformed, adorned in the lavish finery contained in that box. Since Daddy hadn't said anything yet, I went for it...

"Daddy, may I wear the pretty dress to the party, and be pissed on by random men and women?"

When I crawled onto his lap to straddle him and start begging in a baby voice, he simply sighed and nodded in the affirmative. 

I bounced up and down on Daddy's lap, my pigtails flopping wildly as I squealed with excitement. The silly, childish gesture was a familiar comfort, one that never failed to bring a smile to Daddy's face. My little knee socks kicked out in joyful abandon and I snuggled in closer. 

In gratitude, I dropped to my knees, my face inches from his bulge. Without hesitation I reached for his waistband, freeing his erect cock from its confines. My lips parted, eager to shower him with affection, as I took him deep into my throat.

Before long, with a muffled groan, he surrendered to my mouth, spilling his cum into the back of my throat and into my tummy. I savoured every drop, a reward for my enthusiasm. I snapped to attention, my arms at my sides as I dipped into a dainty curtsy, an ingrained habit honed from countless sessions of submission. 

"Thank you, Daddy," I murmured, "for the gift of your cum and allowing me to attend the party." 

I stood before Daddy, quivering with excitement as he spoke. 

"And when the random men and women have finished relieving themselves on you and in you, will you be thanking them properly too?"

My cheeks flushed with embarrassment and shame as I nodded my head vigorously. The thought of those strangers' hot urine splashing against my body, cascading over my face and hair, was making me sickened with wonderful butterflies. 

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of submission. "I'll thank every last one of them for pissing on me."

 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Across the Pond

 

 

Toilet Humiliation and Anal

Continued from: Sarah and Russ return

A post from slave sarah

As I sat naked, gagged and blindfolded in this tiny, locked cell, I caught myself deliberately pulling against the shackles on my wrists and ankles, just to hear the chains jingle and feel the rigid steel.

There was something very alluring to me, about the strict metal bondage and the added weight the shackles provided. Apart from the robust-sized plug up my ass, these were the only sensory stimuli I could feel, in my solitude and captivity. My pussy was shamefully soaked, as Master's words, threats even, that I would soon be fucked in the ass, echoed in my ears.

I had lost track of time but knew that I hadn't been abandoned for all that long, twenty minutes maybe, before I heard footsteps approach. 

The sound of brass clattering against metal shocked me to a hyper-attentive state, as I listened to the heavy cell door unlock with a key. 

My Master had finally arrived for me! To use me for his pleasure and amusement. My headspace was that of an abducted or purchased sex slave, fearful of a beating if I do not do my very best to offer my holes to him. My mind was exactly where I wanted it to be. I was so dreadfully aroused! 

I was roughly manhandled up and onto the cold seat of the toilet and encouraged to pee. I couldn't believe that I actually did, on command! I visualized being led outside, into the yard on a leash and forced to cock a leg and piss. Why was the thought of this so exciting to me? 

My stomach was in knots of embarrassment, as I listened to my urine echo against the water. While I was peeing, my blindfold and gag were removed, my mouth was saturated in drool and his graciously-sized cock was forced into my mouth.

I felt absolutely degraded, dehumanized and humiliated, to be sucking his cock while seated on a prison toilet full of my own urine, but I started to understood his tactic. Who was I kidding, the humiliation was fanning the flames of my deepening arousal. 

Once I had Master super erect and on the brink of cumming, he stood me up and spun me around. A slap to my ass and a gentle push, had me jack-knifed at the waist with my hands resting on the toilet seat. I was bent at the waist and forced to stare at my own golden nectar in the toilet. Master removed my anal plug which must have left my dirty hole a bit gaped for him, as he slid his cock easily into my ass. 

I wanted so badly to touch my pussy. One little tickle of my throbbing clit would have had me cumming instantly. But Master kept one of my arms pinned behind my back and my other was gripping the toilet seat for dear life. I was occasionally thrust up on my tiptoes, and grunted uncontrollably throughout my ass fucking. 

At one point my arms were both pulled behind my back and upward, which forced my head almost into the toilet. It was close enough that I could smell my own piss, as I was still forced to stare at it also. My wrist shackles were connected to some ceiling chains, forcing me into this pose. I think it's called strappado, a stress pose I have seen on porn sites before. I hated it and loved it at the same time. 

A gag was returned to my mouth, a spreader bar added to expose my most intimate parts, and Master's cock never left my asshole until he blasted cum into my bowels. 

Before his gooey seed had the chance to shameful ooze from my anus, he re-seated the anal plug into my stretched hole, to hold all the mess inside me. 

Again I was left, naked and shackled with a squishy, unpleasant feeling up my ass, all while forced to look into and smell a toilet containing my own pee.   

I fucking hated how degraded I felt in this very moment, and fuckin' loved every second of how degrading this experience was.

What a mindfuck huh? I was so conflicted and trapped in this paradox. I didn't know what to do! I did know one thing though...

If I so-much as heard someone's phone vibrate from another room, I would have cum all over my thighs in that very moment!

slave sarah xoxo 

 

Continued in: The Countess of Monte Cristo