Sarah's first Post

Continued from: The Journal

A post from Sarah

Hello everyone, I'm Sarah. 

You may remember me from some of Mistress Andrea's recent posts. It was I who came to her, seeking something I have never been able to fully explain, not even to myself. The need to be degraded, sexually used and humiliated at the hands of a man, it is as much a part of me as my eye colour.

Not long after I met with Mistress, things developed quickly for me. Now, I find myself alone in her office, bare naked and gagged. Both of my ankles are chained and padlocked to the legs of her desk, as I furiously copy what is written in my journal, onto her blog. 

She told me I had a penchant for writing and asked that I keep a journal of my experiences at her Facility. I am under instructions to share my experiences with you, Mistress says it will help to humiliate and shame me even further. 

I don't believe her to be wrong, as I sit here typing, with drool escaping from my gag, and my own dripping cunt, dabbing the cool leather of her office chair. 

Mistress coached me to be raw during my writing, unfiltered and to describe not only my experiences, but how they make me feel. I'll apologize in advance, if my words are harsh or descriptions vulgar. This is a BDSM blog after all...

I'll recall back to my first experience at the Facility, to begin with. I wasn't really sure what to expect when I arrived, but knew in advance there would be some manner of reception process. This is spoken about on Mistress' client website. 

Being greeted by a receptionist was not much of a shock to me either, but what was shocking, was how young and beautiful this Cassandra girl was.

She had a bit of a dykey hairstyle, she was sporting a nose ring, but she was one of those young women who is so attractive that she can pull off a short haircut. 

Miss Cassandra said a few things but I was such a ball of nerves that most of it didn't register. Only my primal instincts of obedience remained. I sat when she told me, stood when she told me and refrained from speaking unless spoken to. 

There was another small formality with some paperwork, this occurred in a very childish and vulnerable classroom. I ended up at a little school desk facing a wall and visible from the street through the windows. It wasn't lost on me that around the room and hanging from some of the walls, were wooden paddles, straps and canes. I had a deeply pitted feeling in my stomach, the best and the worst type of butterflies, wresting with each other. It was only going to get more intense for me, as I soon found myself bare naked in front of Mistress, with a sign around my neck that said SLUT. 

It was a dreadfully long ten minutes of silence, facing that mirror with my hands on my head, forced to stare at my own reflection and vulnerability. I wanted to cry, I wanted to groan out loud, like a whore in heat. My emotions were conflicted. 

The most memorable moment of this session however, came when Mistress gently rested her fingers on my embarrassingly soaked cunt. Like checking someone's pulse, the pressure of her fingers was so light, I wondered if she was checking to feel for actual throbbing. 

"It seems your kink, is gender neutral Sarah," is what she said to me. These words didn't cut right through me, but long after I had left her Facility, I was still reflection upon what she said.

I wanted to feel pain, to be bound and captive and used only for my fuckholes, for someone else's amusement. I guess Mistress was right, my arousal doesn't need a specific gender. My very sexual identity had been betrayed by my own greedy cunt!

But she came through with a male for me, and before I knew it, I was clicking in my heels on cobblestone, knees wobbling from nerves, as I walked toward this man seated next to Mistress. 

Once I was introduced to Russell, and he to I, what I noticed first, quite shockingly I might add, was that he didn't seem to take himself too seriously. Odd I thought, for someone professing to be a Dom. 

I think my mind may have been conditioned to porn I've watched, or that dumb Fifty Shades business. Did the character Christian Grey ever smile during any of those movies? To be a Dom, does it mean you have to look and behave with such burning intensity, that women just submit to your demeanour alone?  

In very short order, what I learned about Russ was that he was serious when he wanted to be, funny, a bit quirky and goofy and was always laughing or smiling. Quite the departure from what I would have expected. Also unexpected, he didn't demand to be addressed in some formal BDSM title, in fact he didn't bring up anything kink at all. 

Oh, and one more thing I noticed. Russ is absolutely hot! 

I thought it was peculiar when Mistress abruptly left us, but she explained to me later why she did that. Once Russell and I were alone, vanilla chat continued, but my whorish mind had gone someplace else. 

He produces his cock right in that bistro courtyard. He addresses me as "slut" and tells me to get on my knees, then he grabs the back of my head and forces me down on his cock, causing me to wretch. As I struggle for air my legs were flailing a bit, causing several runs in the knees of my pantyhose. 

As I'm still trying to swallow down his giant load of cum he notices my hose and begins to tear away the rest of my clothing, eventually hauling me over his knee and thrashing my ass with his strong hand. 

I'm taught a long, hard lesson, right in public, to take better care of my hosiery. Then he grabs me by the throat and leads me back over to the table, ripping open the gusset of my pantyhose to expose my sloppy cunt. 

He fucks me right on the spot, still in my heels with wisps of torn nylon hanging from my legs. 

I was listening to him, of course, during our vanilla chatter, but this is everything I was dreaming of him doing to me. 

Could he be this forceful, this harsh with me? His personality didn't seem to fit that mold. For Christ sakes, he kissed my hand like it was 1822, before he left. 

Nevertheless, I wanted to find out. I was ALL in!

I was about to find out, as soon I finish this post actually. I'm not just bare naked and gagged in Mistress' office for humiliation purposes. I am bare naked because that's how 'Master' wanted me today, for our first session. He was set to arrive soon.

My gag was removed and I was gently led upstairs by Mistress, who took my sweaty and clammy hand into hers. 

"He wants you kneeling upright, right here Sarah," she said as she pointed to a spot on the floor.

"Hands at your sides, eyes down and only address him as Sir," she finished with, before leaving me alone in that room.  

Holy fuck! My heart was pounding. 

slave sarah

xoxo

Continued in: Objectification

 

The Journal

Continued from: Once a Submissive

The last time Russ and I spent any longer than ten minutes together, I think I was riding his face while he was bound to my headboard.

Gawd, we were so young back then. 

When I sent out that Hail Mary text message to him, completely out of the blue, almost instantly he responded.

"Yes Goddess Andrea?"

I missed hearing that escape his lips in moments of desperation and under duress. There was always a sexy, slightly raspy hitch in his whiskey-soaked voice.

After exchanging pleasantries, I told him he didn't have to call me that. 

"Nonsense Goddess, you earned this title long ago. You deserve the very best of what that title comes with."

Leave it to Russell to have me completely melted and swooning, in a matter of five text messages.

I got right to the point and told him why I was reaching out and asked whether or not he was in a position in his life or in his sexuality, where he would consider taking on a female submissive.

"She needs the old you, the person you were when you and I first met, then turn that dial up to maximum." I messaged him. 

He was definitely interested. We agreed to meet for coffee the next day. What I didn't tell him, was that I invited Sarah also, just an hour later than he and I planned to meet. He and I needed time to catch up.

He was as I remembered, only aged to perfection a little. His chestnut eyes were gleaming for me as I ran my fingernails through the flank of his hair.

"Oh I like this," I purred to him. Commenting on the salt and pep he was now sporting in the flanks. 

"Thank you Ma'am, you haven't aged a bit." He replied, while gazing into my eyes longingly. 

He makes me blush, he always has. I couldn't help but giggle to hide the raging butterflies that snuck up on me when I saw Russ. 

Russell was a bit shocked when I told him I was married to a woman. He must have been thinking back to the marathon BDSM afternoons we used to have together, questioning my commitment to lesbianism. Alas, these are all just titles. No one needs to be pigeon-holed into a title, I'd still fuck Russ if Summer was cool with it. 

I told him Sarah was coming to meet him for the first time today. He was calm, cool and collected as always. She on the other hand, seemed a bit speechless. Russell is no supermodel but he's certainly a handsome man. I think Sarah had a little crush going already.  

Much to Sarah's surprise, we didn't say a single thing about BDSM or her desire to be a submissive, sex-slave. Russell and I worked this out beforehand. I wanted her to see who he really was, not a role he might end up playing with her. 

The only time he even came close, was a quasi compliment about her hosiery and heels. 

"Stockings or pantyhose?" He bluntly asked Sarah. (Russ is a huge fan of hosiery on women. He's a bit old-fashioned that way)

She blushed and nervous-giggled, replying, "stockings, Sir." 

He purred a "good girl," at her. I'm sure she felt those words hiss right into her pussy!

I also noticed that throughout our entire exchange, Sarah continued to call him 'Sir', and Russell never corrected her or told her otherwise. A subtle display of dominance I thought. Well done Russ! 

One last test to assess comfort level, was to leave them alone together. 

I asked if they could meet me back at my Facility in an hour, before I excused myself and left them at the bistro. 

This will be the true test, with me gone. If it's all creepy and awkward when the two of them are alone, I'll likely hear about it from both of them later and we may have some compatibility issues. 

Or, they get along smashingly and Russ ends up banging her in the bathroom of a Mucho Burrito down the street. 

Hehe...he would never do that, too much of a gentleman...which, he and I are going to have to work on, based on what Sarah wants him to do. 😳

We all ended up back at my place, for a more adult drink. The time that Russ and Sarah spent at the bistro alone, must have gone well. They seemed quite comfortable with one another. I hadn't asked if they actually talked about BDSM or defined roles / rules, but I'd find out in due time. 

In true Russ fashion, Mr. Lance Romance as I remembered him to be from our days together, he took Sarah's hand and kissed it, then told her, "I'd like to see you again Miss Sarah, back here, in a more private setting." He emphasized the word 'private' as he spoke to her. 

Haha! 'Miss Sarah.' That's probably the last time she's going to be called that, by him. 

She giggled and blushed deeply, answering as submissively as possible. 

"I'd like that, Sir."

Russell left us. I invited Sarah into my office. 

She looked like she had so much to say she was ready to burst. I stopped her, and produced a red book instead. 

"Sarah Huni, this is a journal. I noticed that when you filled out the comments section during your application on my website, that you were articulate, descriptive and elaborated deeply about your feelings. That's rare these days." I complimented. 

"Do you like to write?" I followed-up with. "You seem good at it." 

Timidly, she replied that she did. I figured as much. 

"Every experience you have here, at my Facility, Sarah, I would like you to journal about it. You are not to miss an entry, or you will be punished." I explained to her. 

She lit right up in her chair, as the words 'punished', escaped my lips. 

"Yes Ma'am." she replied. "Thank you Ma'am."

I stood to hug her and see her out, reminding her she's in good hands and this is a safe space to explore her darkest kinks. 

As she was leaving she asked if she should journal about today and about her initial consultation day. 

"Yes Huni, start there. I want to know how you felt with that sign around your neck." 

Mistress Andrea.

xoxo

Continued in: Sarah's First Post

 

Once a submissive

Continued from: New Dungeon Space attracts a New Client

I'm glad Summer was at work, because right now I was up on my bed, having a bit of moment. After meeting Sarah I wanted nothing more than to help her. She seemed like a really good person, who had some dark desires and needs to unpack, but with a male Dom.

I knew one once. A long time ago...

I must have had a mixture of longing and sadness on my face as I lay upstairs, debating with myself whether or not to message him. 

It was over a decade ago, when I first met Russell. We carried on a clandestine relationship for a number of years until one day, we broke each other's hearts. Yet, we were never in love. Figure that one out. 

What we were in love with, was the illusion of happiness that we created together, the escape. The things we did were real, it felt real, but our reality was clouded by fantasy.

When Russ and I were together, colours were brighter, food tasted better and pleasures were like nothing I had ever experienced. No bills to pay, no rent was due. We just escaped from reality together, for hours at a time. 

In the beginning, I spent a lot of time here, in my little bedroom of the day, and a lot of time across his knee, having my bottom thrashed with that awful wooden hairbrush. 

Tender moments came next, aftercare and snuggles, before this escalated into lingerie, me in a ballgag, collar and ass plug, and being wildly fucked from behind. 

He was my first experience with D/s, spanking and kinks. He taught me everything there was to know about my submissive kinks that I didn't know I had. 

I recall him always reminding me, that you shouldn't do anything Dommey to anyone, unless you have first experienced it as a sub. I trusted him completely for this reason, I knew he had pervious experiences with Domme women and was likely the recipient of that hairbrush many times. 

I finally understood the meaning of this, when one day, after we had exhausted and explored all of my submissive role, he asked me to switch for him. I was apprehensive at first, exclaiming that I wouldn't know what to do. 

"Of course you will Andrea, you've just done it all from the other side." He would say. 

Well let me tell you, once I found my groove, I liked THIS side of things!

Pampered, waited on, treated like a Goddess. My sexual needs always came first, pun intended. Who would have ever guessed that I'd enjoy having my toes sucked on or my asshole licked. 

Those became two of my favourite activities actually! I always felt amazing with Russ kneeling at my feet, he had created a monster. 

There was no longer any switching with us, as the mood struck, I was his exclusive dominant Goddess, I loved it and he loved it. 

By no fault of anyone's things just changed and evolved in both of our lives. We weren't having regular sessions anymore and we began to just naturally drift apart, with no hard feelings or regrets. 

He would blush and absolutely die of bashfulness if he heard me say this, because he's a very modest person, but I think I turned my attention to women because I knew I wouldn't find another man like him.

*sigh...corny I know! That's just me...being a hopeless romantic sometimes. 

Things have been going well on that front, if you have been reading along, I have a beautiful wife named Summer and a thriving business. Within that business there is a whole other cast of characters to keep me pleased, entertained and financially sound. 

As for Russ, I had no idea what he was up to. It had been years since we last spoke. 

I think he has too much of a soft spot for women and a tender heart, to do some of the things that Sarah is looking for at my Facility. But, like I said, there is no one else on Earth I would trust with this. 

Here goes...

Goddess Andrea 💓

xoxo

Continued in: The Journal

New Dungeon Space, Attracts a New Client

Continued from: Keyholder

With the wedding, weeks behind us and the Facility slowly coming back online with bookings, I finally had the time and vision to complete the dungeon space. Although I had the dark, dank, consensual non-consent room with a mattress on the floor, some clients were missing the options I used to have, which involved cages, pillories and bondage apparatus. 

Problem solved! (Little trip to Home Depot, maybe Bed, Bath and Beyond...if we have enough time)

I think Summer was looking forward to getting back into her dungeon groove as well, clicking around in sky-high boots and vinyl, hearing the silly boys whimper and beg for her during a dual session with me. Part of me was missing some of that play too, the dungeon is a fairly intense space. 

Near the upper floor and similar to the feel of the upper floor, I also added a more Victoria-era "parlour." A gentleman's den if you will. (Not sure why I am speaking in a British accent right now, as I write this).

A space where like that show Bridgerton, everyone may feel safe and free to have-at one another, if you can get through the bustle and the layers of petticoat to get to a woman's fanny. This could also be a space where a Victorian sissy maid for instance, could serve and service a gentleman caller or face a sound birching on the bare if they don't.  

No sooner did I ask Cassandra to post and feature these new spaces on my site, did we have a request for a consultation from a potential, new client. 

She was calling herself Sarah, and indicated she was a fan of the Facility and our website, but had merely been a lurker up until this point. She was interested in exploring her kinks and excited when she saw our images of the new dungeon space and parlour. 

It was in the afternoon, on a weekday, when this tiny little thing crept through the door of the Facility and approached reception. She looked sharp and professional while not flashy, young too. She wore little make-up and had lovely, dirty-blonde hair. 

"Miss Cassandra, how do you do? I'm Sarah". She squeaked out, looking red-faced and embarrassed. 

She must have read our protocol section of the website. She knew how to address Cassie properly, who usually remains at resting bitch face, level 12, until she is greeted properly. 

I was watching the live video feed of the lobby and listening in from my office. I absolutely swooned when I heard this little pixie say, "how do you do?" Omg how cute! Who says that anymore? I liked her old-fashioned flare already. 

I liked her even more when I noticed she was in heels and hosiery. Such a perishable trait these days.  

Cassie had her sit and try to relax, while I took a moment to review Sarah's online application from my office. 

When people first show interest in my Facility they fill out an online application. It's basically what they wish to get out of a session and some generic themes and interests. 

Age regression, school-themed, adult spanking. Detention centre, cop-lady, judicial punishment. Sissy adult-baby, diapers and maternal-Domme, to name a few. 

This young lady however, expanded elaborately and wrote in full, articulate, detailed sentences. Some of the things she was looking for, was making even ME, blush! It all seemed so very degrading and dehumanizing, coming from this presumably, well put together woman. 

In moments like this, I have a secondary screening so to speak, to verify and confirm some of these deep and dark requests. 

I buzzed Cassandra at her desk, on speaker so the nervous Sarah could hear me. 

"Please take her into secondary screening Cassie", I said very officially, over the phone. 

"Yes Ma'am", Cassie responded. 

"Secondary" doesn't mean that Sarah receives a body cavity search after her luggage is tossed. It simply means a more detailed questionnaire is provided to her. This however, is done in the vulnerable classroom setting, in a desk facing the wall, so she feels like she's in detention. 

Throughout this document, Sarah will have the opportunity to provide more details about what she likes and deeply desires. Examples of some of these questions with a simple 'yes' or 'no' checkbox, are as follows:

1. I want marks and bruises to appear on my body for days after my session. 
2. I desire to be slapped, pissed on and degraded during a sexual encounter.
3. Unless it's my safeword, I don't have a voice during a session, I am a piece of fuckmeat.
4. If someone wrote "cum dumpster" on my forehead, I would become very aroused. 

There were thirty questions of very similar nature on this document. When Sarah was done, Cassandra ushered her into my office. Sarah passed me the questionnaire with her hands trembling and her eyes down. She addressed me as Mistress and remained silent as I reviewed her answers. 

It took me about two seconds to recognize that she had answered 'yes', to all thirty of the additional screening questions. The examples I listed above are rather extreme, but there were questions even more hardcore than that. 

I sat her down and immediately explained that no one here would ever judge her for what she desires and that it is a safe place to explore her deepest and darkest, provided everything remains safe, sane and consensual. 

When I spoke these words to her, it looked like a huge weight had been lifted from her chest. She exhaled deeply with a glimmer of a tear in her eye, and said, "thank you Mistress." 

"May I ask a question Ma'am?" She followed with. 

"Of course Sarah," I smiled. 

"I saw your new space, 'The Gentleman's Palour.' Do you have a male Dom at the Facility now Ma'am?" She beamed with hope as she asked. 

"I'm sorry Sweetie, we don't." I put my hand on her knee as I spoke. 

Some kid is taking a deep breath to blow out all their birthday cake candles, but some other, greasy kid, leans in and does the honours for them. Have you seen that look before? This was the look on Sarah's face...

Maybe I stepped on her birthday cake too, after fucking up her make-a-wish, candle moment. I felt my heart ache for her, I knew what she needed so badly and I got her hopes up. She was so close to indulging in her kinks. 

"I'm sorry Mistress, this is certainly no disrespect to you or the way your run your Facility, but I was hoping you had a male Dom option now." She pouted as she spoke. 

"I mean, you're really, really pretty and so is that Cassandra girl, but I'm just not into girls Mistress," She added. 

Sensing an opportunity, and from what I knew of her file and questionnaires, I thought I'd try a little experiment. She had a safeword within these walls, she could easily stop anything without repercussions. 

"Stand and strip naked Sarah...everything!" I commanded her sternly. 

She hesitated for a millisecond, before robotically obeying. 

I could tell she had done BDSM before, as a submissive. She obeyed orders with urgency, always acknowledging me with a 'yes Ma'am' or 'yes Mistress' while keeping her eyes lowered. 

"Put your hair in a high pony," I continued to try my luck with the short commands. 

Again she obeyed with a, "yes Ma'am."

I handed her a hair elastic from around my wrist. 

I reached into the top drawer to my left, to retrieve a special little item I had for her. I affixed this around her neck, she could not yet see what it said. 

I sat back down and told her that I wanted to try something, an experiment of sorts. 

I told her to stand and walk to the mirror, then place her hands on top of her head. She audibly groaned, out loud in my office, when the sign around her neck finally came into view in her reflection. 

This was a groan of pure lust, full of arousal and want, but a groan of pure humiliation all the same. 

I sat back at my desk. 

"Ten minutes Sarah, facing the mirror. You are not to move or make a sound." I barked. 

I typed away and called Cassandra at one point, while Sarah stood motionless in front of that mirror, dying of embarrassment. 

A timer went off and she jumped and gasped. 

I stood and told her to spread her legs for me. 

She shook her head 'no' as I approached her spread legs, her face was blushing deeply, burning with shame. I could already see strands of pre-cum, connecting each of her spread thighs like laundry lines. She knew what was coming next...

I used the pads of three of my fingers and just gently rested them against her pussy, giving her a wet-check. No penetration, just a gentle, horse-feeding motion.

She groaned out loud once more, mortified with shame.

My gawd she was dreadfully, dreadfully wet! Sopping wet! Which I used to my advantage and verbalized, to disgrace her even further. 

"It would seem your kinks, your submission, is gender neutral Sarah?" I asked rhetorically, before gently tugging her ponytail like a hand towel, to wipe my soaked fingers off in her hair.  

"But the male Dom thing, leave it with me ok Sarah, I want to help you." I reassured her. 

Her bright, youthful eyes lit up like stars. 

"Oh thank you Mistress!" She mewed out loud, then asked me if she could dress. She was now covering her soaked pussy with one of her hands and covering her nipples with the opposing forearm. 

I removed the sign from around her neck and handed her clothing back. 

"Give me a few days Sarah and Cassandra will be in-touch ok?" I said, as I saw her out. Sarah was over-the-moon, with hope. 

Me...I wasn't so sure...

There was only one man, one man in my entire universe who I would ever trust with such a thing.

Fuck...it's been so long...

What do I say to him?

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: Once a Submissive

 

 

Keyholder

Continued from: Bridesmaids

What must be running through the minds of these two, pathetic sissies I wonder, as they kneel here before Summer and I, clenching their bum cheeks so semen doesn't ooze from their bottom holes?

Each clench of their recently used sphincters', causing their cocks to twitch from within the metal bars of chastity cages. 

I have written of their journey into forced feminization before, so I won't waste anyone's time by going over it again. The Coles notes version is simply, these two hairless, heterosexual males are dressed like frilly bridesmaids and they were just bent over and fucked up their bums by a pair of "real" men. 

Summer and I were just coming down from the highs of consummating our marriage, still in our heels and still in our bridal lingerie, enjoying the way we tasted off each others' lips.

Bella and Vanessa had since left the hot tub and were now continuing to get to know each other, in the pool. After laying eyes on Vanessa for the first time, even MY mouth was watering, at the thought of what she must taste like. I'll have to ask Bella later, hehe. 

Our two pilots, after emptying their balls into the bowels of our two sissy slaves, headed out with the remainder of our reception guests. 

It was now time to treat the sissies to the gift I promised them, a rare but well deserved unlocking!

Since I first starting exploring and using enforced chastity with my silly males and sissies, much has changed on that front. There have been some significant advancements thanks to use of technology. Believe me when I tell you though, a chastity boy will do anything to cheat the system, escape the device and ultimately masturbate. Don't trust them! Take the use of chastity very seriously, if you go down this path, do it properly or don't do it, there is no half-assed or in between. 

Being a keyholder to many, I'll share with you my system of layering. I strongly believe that many things BDSM, are best complimented by layers of psychological captivity. Most submissives want and crave to feel "forced", captive and helpless at the hands of another. This is what fuels the submissive kink. 

A good example of this is the use of a bondage cage. I can put a naked submissive inside and padlock the cage. Under no circumstances can they escape without my intervention. However, I want this to be felt more deeply in their mind. I put the person in metal shackles first, wrists and ankles, then into the cage which I padlock shut. There's one more layer, plus a gag, but don't leave them unsupervised with something in their mouth. 

One more layer? Absolutely. Keep your bondage cage in a room with a cell door or lockable door. Let your slave see you shut the door and lock it, before you leave them in all these layers. It works great!

Chastity keyholding is no different. I want layers upon layers of security and control, so the silly male or sissy truly feels that there is no escape for their penis, without my intervention. 

I'll share with you my system, it works well. 

Most chastity devices either have an external padlock or these fancy new internal, brass locks. I prefer the internal, it's more sleek, less visible under clothing, which my silly males like and small padlocks can be easily clipped off with bolt cutters. 

Speaking of bolt cutters, I prefer metal bar chastity cages to plastic. I can't picture anyone with a penis, attempting to use bolt cutters on the bars of the device itself. Way too close to the little peenie to take a risk like that. Eeeeek! 

Lastly, most internal lock devices will come with two keys. My first step is to engrave my initials into both keys. For emergency and safety purposes, the chastity slave will get one key and I will keep the other. At my Facility, the key is kept in a coded lockbox that resembles a safe.

"But Mistress, they have the other key, at home, unsupervised. Do you trust them with that?"

Absolutely not! But safety is paramount and there should be a "break glass in case of emergency" option. 

Here's how I do it. 

This is a fun new item, recently on the market, in the kink community. It's great for distance domination and distance keyholding. Once paired uniquely with each device, I can use the app to Bluetooth unlock this little plastic key box. My slave, cannot defeat the app or open it by any other means short of taking a hammer to it.  

Their emergency key goes in here and the little coffin clicks shut and locks. I can open it remotely if they ask me to, providing a good reason of course. The app will track and record openings of the lockbox also, so if there is an unauthorized unlocking of the key box somehow, I'll know about it. 

Remember layering? I'm not done yet...

Adhesive, tamper proof bags, which all have a unique code on the face of the bag. 

The key box goes inside this bag, the strip that is removed to expose the adhesive for sealing the bag, has a code on it. The code on my "receipt" essentially, matches the code on the bag. I keep this with my version of the key, my slave keeps this sealed bag. 

When my slave attends for a session, they are required to produce the bag at reception, so Cassandra can confirm if the two codes match and the bag as not been tampered with.  

It seems like a lot of fuckin' around, but you only have to go through this once. It's well worth the extra effort. Once my silly males see the care and attention I put in to the security and cheat-proof keyholding, I can only describe their reaction as defeat...and despair. 

Like these two. So desperate for release that one of them has a penis up his bum and the other has a penis in his mouth. That kind of despair! 

A deal is a deal and I stuck to my word. 

I promised my two sissies that if they "entertained" the pilots, and boy did they ever, I would unlock their dicks and allow an orgasm. I didn't specify how, but I certainly had to make it humiliating. 

I accessed Kaylee's primary key from the safe I keep it in and unlocked his penis. Summer helped him out of his dress and panties and we kept him in his stockings and heels. 

His delicate and feminine satin glove, had his dick hard in no time flat. Tiffany listened from a position of timeout in the corner, in full view of the windows. He listened to Summer and I coach Kaylee on, encouraging to cum into his open mouth and onto his face. 

The ass fucking Kaylee just took probably helped to stimulate his prostate. The amount of sticky, hot cum that Kaylee fired at her open mouth was incredible. 

I took a picture while Kaylee was still grunting and cumming, being sure to capture some action shots of this gigantic facial. 

I took a page out of one of my reader's play books and sent Summer to the bathroom sink with Kaylee's panties. Summer was given instructions to run them under cold water then wring them out and return. 

I handed Kaylee the cold, wet panties and had him put them on. He gingerly crept them up his legs, dreading the moment they would come into contact with his still erect penis and balls. He gasped and winced, the moment the soaked panties finally caressed his genitals. 

 

"What a great idea for erections Mistress," Summer declared. 

"I can't take credit for this one Sweets, and it IS a great idea!" 

We put Kaylee in timeout, to suffer through the cold embrace of his panties and rapidly shrinking penis. 

Tiffany heard all this from his previous position in the corner. I wonder if he even wanted to cum anymore, knowing full-well how he was going to be cumming, the swallowing of his self-facial then sentenced to cold, wet panties. 

Who was I kidding, of course the little ape wanted to wank! 

Once Tiffany was cold, shriveled, humiliated and had the taste of cum in his mouth, we got both he and Kaylee locked back into their cock cages. 

Two tummies full of cum, two sissy bum holes full of cum and hours of hot sex with my wife beforehand. 

How did you consummate your marriage? Haha 

Cheers. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: A New Dungeon Space