The Cute Couple

Continued from: When the Cat is Away...

I'm awe-struck once again. My face and neck are all hot and blotchy and I'm sitting here squishing my thighs together. Why, you ask? Because Goddess Vanessa is sitting directly across from me at my dining room table. 🔥

She came over for another brunch date, where we all gas-bag and whisper and giggle about our various exploits. This is the first time I have seen her since she had a handful of my hair, forcing my mouth onto her gorgeous pussy. 

Gawd, that was a hot playdate with her! Do you remember that one? I certainly won't forget. I want to crawl under this fuckin' table and go down on her right now. NO! I want her to snap her fingers and point to the floor and TELL me...to crawl on all-fours over to her and make her cum with my mouth.

I got up and went to the kitchen to snap me out of my daydreams, before I soaked through my friggen panties. Mimosas, and I whipped up a roasted beet, blood orange vinaigrette, early Fall salad. Root veggies to celebrate the Autumn Solstice, but still the bright flavour profile of warm September days. 

The girls both took a bite and moaned onto their forks. Success! Haha. 

There's no better compliment for a Chef or Cook, than to hear a woman moan in pleasure from the dish you've made her. The three of us are certainly no strangers to hearing each other moan. It immediately sexualized the conversation and Vanessa took center-stage, offering us another glimpse into her wildly unique relationship. 

You know how cute couples sometimes have cute little routines? Thursday is date-night. On Sunday's we go for a bike-ride or Friday is movie-night...

While sipping away at my mimosa, I heard ALL about Vanessa's cute routine that she enforces with her hubby, Derek. I listened on, once again in awe of this Goddess and totally aroused. It had been about a month since Vanessa told us that her hubby finally took a real cock and lost his sissy virginity. Apparently Anthony fucks him on a regular basis now. They are trying to get Derek to the point where he can cum from anal only and spurt a sissygasm from his cock-cage.

Now, in the latest development, Summer and I had the pleasure of listening to Vanessa's tales about her new routine. 

Like many suburban husbands, he gets home from work, pulls into the garage and shuts the overhead door. All seemingly vanilla yes? 

As you know from the previous stories about Vanessa, she keeps Derek's penis locked in a chastity cage. He wears the cage 24/7, under his work attire and while at home. What I didn't know until now, is that she also makes him wear panties and hosiery under his boy clothes. 

Apparently he is permitted full-size pantyhose or stay-up stockings. Nudes, navy and black are his approved colours. His panties are usually much more effeminate and frilly with softer shades of pinks, reds and pastels. She'd like to go with a bra too, but it would be too visible under his men's shirts, in the presence of his co-workers. 

This is where the ritual begins for poor Derek. Goddess Vanessa's does not permit Derek to be in male clothing in the home anymore! Like ever. Hehe...what a cute couple! He is literally not permitted to enter the home in the state of dress you see above. 

As he gets out of his car his eyes dart to the high heels that await him, and the perfectly placed giftbox containing a bra. With a face flushed by shame and humiliation, he begrudgingly undresses down to his panties and hosiery. He accesses and attaches the bra that Vanessa prepared for him, then the heels. 

Derek steps backward into a metal cage, hobbling on his heels and reaches his hand toward the clasp, to click a padlock shut. 

The "man of the house," who's penis is in a chastity device, is standing in a locked cage, in panties, a bra, stockings and heels, waiting for his wife to come retrieve him and permit him access to his own home.

Vanessa is a fuckin' Rockstar!

Derek was mindful to neatly fold his silly boy clothes into the basket provided and place his male footwear beside. When Vanessa eventually comes out to get him, she'll unlock his cage and invite him into the home. 

Access to the garage is locked by Vanessa, along with access to his male clothing that remain cast-away and discarded on the floor. 

He moves as quickly as he can in the heels, as Vanessa hastily follows behind, smacking at his ass if he is not moving fast enough. His high heels carry him all the way upstairs to his sissy bedroom. Derek no longer shares his marital bed or matrimonial room with his wife. He is down the hall in a spare room that is adorned with soft pink hues, make-up, perfume and feminine wigs.

He is met with the sight of an elaborate sissy outfit that has been laid-out for him by Vanessa, with all the accents and accessories. And apparently, with few exceptions, this exact ritual happens EVERY day!

Sometimes Derek finds a maid outfit waiting for him, other times it's a schoolgirl uniform but those two options are typically reserved for the weekends. During the week, his clothing at home is that of an exaggerated, elaborate little girl. Hemlines are short and voluminous, bows are satin and sleeves are full and puffy. 

Derek sits at his vanity mirror and does his own make-up now. He'll do his nails too, if they need it and he selects and styles a wig if one has bee laid out for him. Then he will dress in the outfit provided and click downstairs to find his wife. Here he will make the big reveal and perform a curtsy to her. 

"So...are you two even intimate anymore?" Summer asked innocently. "Like do you have sex together, without Anthony?" 

"Oh, of course." Vanessa replied. "Sex for Derek is just a little different now." 

I giggled out loud. 

"Oh yes, yes. I've had them do this before. So emasculating, I love it." I said, as I referenced some previous encounters with chastity boys. 

Apparently Vanessa loves it too. 

Who wouldn't!? You can fuck as long or a short as you want with exactly the size dick you want and fuck it as hard or a gentle as you'd like, without some silly boy finishing into you in 37 seconds.

If I was male, Goddess Vanessa would have me cumming into her in 19 seconds flat! She's actually doing Derek a favour, it's the humane thing to do. She's just too damn hot and sexy. 

"Do you do the mouth one too?" I asked Vanessa. 

She answered excitedly. "Oh yes, totally. I love it when his nose dabs my asshole." 

I began to explain to Summer that "the mouth one" meant a dildo that is wo...

"Oui Mistress, I know. You made me wear one and do that on YOU once." Summer interrupted me. 

I blushed. Remembering back to a time in the old house, when I had Summer in the dungeon space and in a dildo gag. I steering the conversation back to Vanessa.

"And he's pussy-free still...asshole and feet only?" I asked of Vanessa.

"Yup." She replied confidently. "He can taste my pussy, but only this way..."

Vanessa pulled out her phone and showed us a picture of Derek she took recently.  

What a Goddess!

Well if all this doesn't get you in the mood for Locktober, I don't know what will. 

Speaking of which. I need to book an appointment with Russell. We had a deal and it's almost time for him to pay the piper! 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

 

Continued in: She-Devil

  

When the Cat is Away...

Continued from: The Stable Master

It's true. I have been a bit absent from my wifely duties of late and consumed with all these side-quests that have been going on. 

Summer did a hall-pass night with Russell, because she needed some dick. Yet that whole sequence of events started because I wanted Summer's best friend, Vanessa, to take me in-hand for a night and make me her bitch. "Goddess" Vanessa, as I call her, did exactly that! She did not disappoint. 

Hall Passes

Next thing you know, we were all engaged in the punishment and spanking of Russell, with the help of two horny policewomen.

Good Cop, Bad Cop

Then Russell manhandled me for a night (upon my offer and request), in my old punishment kilt I used to wear when he would spank me. *Sigh* We're all over the map here, dear readers. I just hope you have been enjoying the ride. 

Old Flame

And if that wasn't a full dance-card in-itself, I started intensive pony training with Sarah Jane, down in the stables yesterday. She did well, I only had to whip her a few times, but my gawd was she ever humiliated. Sensory and emotional overload I guess. Her soaked pussy showed her hand though. Her wetness didn't tell any lies about her experience in the stables, poor thing.     

Back to School / Pony Training

So as the "cat" was away, I naturally assumed my mice would be playing. I had to search through the Facility for Summer and eventually found her, with Cassandra, in the Nursery / ABDL room.

Has anyone else ever walked-in on their 30-something year-old wife, with pigtails in her hair, wearing an adult baby dress with white tights to hold her crinkly diaper in place? 

When Summer and I have been apart for any period of time, she becomes very regressed and sucky, very needy and vulnerable. I guess in the absence of her "Mommy", she sought-out the next best thing, her favourite babysitter, Cassandra.

How adorable! Summer is over 10-years her senior, yet can find escape and find comfort, being dressed like a baby girl and being cradled in Cassie's lap. I stood in the doorway and just watched for awhile. Seeing my sweet Summer so content and peaceful was very heart-warming. 

"Playing house are we, girls?" I startled them both as I crept into the room and spoke. 

"Mommieeeeeeee!" Summer squealed out loud, before diving into my arms. 

"She fussed a little when I changed her...and she didn't eat much lunch, Ma'am", Cassie suddenly said to me. 

It was clear these two were deep into a scene and I didn't want to interfere. I just fanned the flames a little. 😈

"Sounds like you were a naughty girl for Cassie, hmm?" I hissed at Summer, who just pouted her bottom lip rather than responding. 

"How were you going to address this, Cassandra, before I walked in?” I asked. 

"I was going to give her a spanking then put her down for a nap, Ma’am," Cassie responded. 

I know these two better than that! They are usually a hot mess when they get together. I was smelling some withholding of information.

"Just a spanking and a nap huh? That's all?" I pried further.

Cassie looked a little sheepish but ended up spilling the beans. "Well...umm, no Ma'am. I was going to fuck her in the bum after I spank her, so she's all squishy back there when I put her new diaper on."

"Oh...well in that case...very well girls, carry on." I said with a smile to both of them. "Just do all this upstairs, I wanna watch." 

The two little voyeur vixens grabbed each other and giggled as I clicked out of the room. Like I said...I didn't want to interfere in their scene. Hehe...

A crinkly diaper under white tights, on an adult woman who is used to wearing pencil skirts and stilettos? Yes please! The dichotomy of that contrast alone is hot!

It doesn't bode well for spanking though. Too much padding and too much protection. 

Cassandra has been trained well. It didn't take long before she had Summer's beautiful little butt bare and red. She reddens up so nicely with her fair skin. My mouth was beginning to water as I watched my wife take the ultra-realistic strap-on into her mouth. 

Again, I wasn't there to interfere or become involved, "Mommy" was just supervising the babysitter. 

Ok, ok...maybe I got a little involved, and helped hold Summer steady, while Cassie fucked her ass, but that was it! This was their scene. I'm keeping my clothes on...

Sigh...

I'm a weak, weak woman! 

The cat is back! 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: The Cute Couple

 

The Stable Master

Continued from: Ponytail

A Sarah Jane story: The Stable Master

I was still freaking out and fixated on the line, "be brave." Which was the last thing Bella said to me before she left my training stall to await the arrival of Mistress Andrea. When Mistress eventually appeared, her immersion into the scene was incredible as always. She was such an arousing and intimidating figure, oozing with feminine power and sexuality. 

In her right hand she held a horse whip. Or a riding crop I guess it's commonly known. She also had a lunge whip, like this: 

My bare ass and hips were not looking forward to that vicious, thin strand of leather. Fuck, that whip had a bite to it when I eventually felt it kiss my bare thighs...but that came later on. First, I had to be accessorized. 

The tone in my stall was very formal and proper. Bella was addressing Mistress as "Madam Trainer". A Stable Master she was not...Stable Madam maybe? 

While they were basking in their old-English formalities, I didn't feel quite as elegant as the manner in which they were speaking. I felt far more degraded and dirty. Bare naked near a straw bale, in a makeshift farm-stall, with my tits dangling like a cow and drool bubbling from my mouth-bit. 

The situation got incredibly worse for me, when Mistress unraveled the garden hose and sprayed down my pussy and asshole. I screamed into my bit-gag from the shock of the water blast. It wasn't cold but it certainly wasn't warm water either, coming out of that hose-nozzle. 

Thankfully, Bella was close-by with a towel, to pat-dry my shamefully exposed bum hole and cunt. When the soft towel made contact I flinched. My mind was racing as I pulled against my restraints to try and free myself. Every sensation was heightened, my heart was pounding out of my chest and I was flinching and twitching with every touch, just like a pony.

Next I felt a big glob of cold lubricant, on the end of Mistress' finger that had just invaded my asshole. Her leather-gloved digit penetrated me with ease, but I still clenched immediately, squeezing her tightly. 

Right away Mistress noticed my squeezing, my futile attempt to repel the intruder from my anus. 

"Good guuuuuurl," she praised. Then she proceeded to clack her tongue against the roof of her mouth, as if she was calling a horse. 

*tutt* *tut* 

"Squeeze me again, that's it," she said. As she continued her mouth-clacking: *tutt-tut* *tutt-tut*

I clenched and squeezed her finger a second time...OMFG! 

I was trying to be brave, like Bella said, but the tears were coming. I've never felt so dirty and dehumanized in my entire life!! 

In my mind I was repeating "yellow", "yellow", "yellow", over and over again. I wanted to say it, to bring an end to this horror, but my naughty cunt didn't let me. My filthy whore of a cunt was loving this...and I hated her for it!  

Next came a moan, an audible confirmation of my arousal and lust. It was a whorish, guttural *groan* actually, that escaped my gagged mouth, as Bella seated the girthy tail-plug into my ass. 

I could feel my pussy pulsating, they were tremors of arousal as my clit ached for attention. Bella helped me down and out of my bondage and held me tight. I was trembling in her arms while Mistress used a hairbrush to brush out my actual ponytail. 

They helped me into thigh-high stockings, so my feet and legs would more easily glide into the elaborate boots. 

They weren't quite hoof-boots, which I have seen on the internet before. I was slightly relieved. Actual hooves, head-harnesses with ears and pulling a carriage around the lawn would have broken me. I would have safe-worded out of that level of humiliation. It didn't seem like Mistress Andrea's style, and I was glad when this was confirmed. 

My pony-boots were like a platform heel but without the heel, so they forced me onto tip-toe. I stood at attention before Madam Trainer and kept my head high and alert. The posture of the boots caused my entire core to tighten, my legs to flex and my hungry bum-hole to clench around the tail-plug. 

Every strand of soft leather had a buckle, every connecting point on my body had a padlock. My arms were trapped within a binder that kept them folded behind my back and above my bum. This served to thrust my tits forward while exposing my ass and hips for the sizzle of the whips. 

The elaborate ensemble was finally finished with two clamps on my nipples, each with a brass bell. As I hobbled around the stall in those dreadful boots, my tits would occasionally jingle and all the padlocks would clatter. My restrained and over-stimulated body was reacting in ways I couldn't explain. Aching with whorish arousal, sickened with humiliation and not knowing whether to cry or to beg Mistress to let me cum.

I half-expected that I was going to receive a whipping first, but much to the relief of my throbbing cunt, "Madam Trainer" decided to fuck me instead. Very simply, Bella started filming from the corner of the stall, Mistress attached reins to my bit-gag so my head was guided upwards, forcing me to look into the camera. Then she lifted my tail out of the way and plunged a strap-on into my pussy. 

The minutes that followed were an embarrassing symphony of guttural moans, muffled by my gag, the jingle of bells, and that shameful mixing of Kraft Dinner sound, emanating from my sloppy cunt.

I was experiencing a range of emotion and sensation that far exceeded anything I had endured at this Facility before. All of this felt like I was now operating at a different level of submission, more elite, if that makes sense? Like this whole journey of mine was still in the minor leagues, but today, I just made it to the majors...and this was only day ONE, of I don't know how many more to come, in the stalls!!

FUCK! What have I gotten myself into? 

As I sit here typing this for all of you and reflecting on how many times I just shamefully orgasmed and dripped onto that straw floor, my entire body feels like I spent six hours at the gym. 

Despite the body aches, my legs and ass feel tight and jacked! My core feels like I've done 1000 crunches. Who needs a gym membership? I'd rather be a pony slave! 

sarah jane xoxo

 

Continued in: When the Cat is Away...

     

 

 
 

  

 

 

Ponytail

Continued from: Back to School

A Sarah Jane story: Ponytail

Hello everyone, it's Sarah Jane writing to you, under Mistress Andrea's strict instruction. I just came back from the stables, having completed my first day of pony training. I'll try to write about it now...I might be a little lost for words though. I still feel so degraded and ashamed about the whole situation. About how something so humiliating, betrays my naughty cunt so badly. I fuckin' hate her right now! I hate when my cunt does this to me, betraying and exposing me like this. I don't know whether to cry right now, or throw my legs in the air and masturbate. My mind is so messed up...conflicted. 

I guess I'll start with the initial conversation I had with Bella, when I first descended into the dungeon space of The Facility and found Bella near the stables, waiting for me. My only instructions from Mistress was to arrive naked, with my hair done in a high-pony. 

She's always so Goddamn elegant and gorgeous. She's intimidating to be around, and now she was holding a horsewhip. 

"Are you going to whip me, Bella? Or Ma'am? What am I required to call you?" I nervously asked her, ignorant of the protocols of pony training. 

"No Honey. I am not going to whip you and you don't call me anything. I am a slave also, remember?"   

"In-fact, you and I aren't allowed to speak to each other at all. When Mistress arrives just keep your eyes down and listen for her commands." 

"So, you've done this before, Bella? What's it like? Is all this necessary, this horse training?" 

I watched her eyes glaze-over with moisture, as her gaze became distant, like she was accessing some horrible, traumatic memory.

 

In an emotionally-shaky voice, she responded. 

"It's...*sigh*...it's dreadfully humiliating, what you're about to experience, Sarah."

She paused, dramatically, allowing my suspense, curiosity and butterflies to frenzy.

"But if you're anything like me, when it comes to humiliation, Sarah...well, you know...what it does to people like us?" 

She blushed deeply, unable to hide her shame as she eluded to involuntary arousal. 

"So I have to become a horse, or act like one? In order to feel more humiliated?" 

"No, no Honey. Pony training is much more than that. It teaches you how to move gracefully and elegantly, with deliberate purpose. It accentuates your sexuality, by framing and presenting your most intimate areas. It strengthens and elongates your legs, tightens your bum and works your core." 

"Despite how terribly humiliating it is, it's meant to prepare you for the elegance and grace that is required in the Upper Floor."

"And you'll be here too, Bella? In the stables?"

"Yes. When Mistress trains you she likes having a witness to your humiliation. Pony training down here is always done in pairs."

I think I audibly groaned, like a total whore, at the realization Bella would bear witness to whatever awaited me. 

"Now c'mon, quick. Get into your stall. Mistress will punish us both if we're out of position. 

I soon found myself in a strappado pose, with a spreader bar forcing my legs open and a pony bit in my mouth. 

Everything was facing my stall door and on display. My dripping cunt, my puckered asshole, I felt so exposed and aroused at the same time. Bella told me she'd be right outside the door, then she told me to be brave. That was the last time we spoke to one another for the rest of the session. Mistress Andrea was coming down the hall. 

As I dangled, helpless in my stall, bound and gagged...my mind was racing. That line freaked me out. What exactly was I in for here? 

And WTF did she mean?! "Be brave"...??!

I guess I was about to find out. I could hear commanding boot-clicks against the floors outside my stall. 

My trainer had arrived...

To be continued. 

sarah jane xoxo

Continued in: The Stable Master

 

  

 

Back to School

Continued from: Old Flame

A Sarah Jane story: Back to School

Hi everyone, it's Sarah Jane, or as Daddy and Bella started calling me, "the summer intern" *giggle*. 

It was a cute title. It made me feel youthful and a bit slutty. Like bending at the waist to pick-up a dropped pencil slutty, or deliberately bending over desks to read as the boss came in the room. I always made sure my skirt would ride-up during these moments, so my stocking-tops would peek through. 

If you remember, I was promoted into the role of Secretary at the Facility. I ended up spending much of the summer actually working in an office environment, with Bella and Daddy (who was playing the role of my boss). I spent an awful lot of time on my knees, with the boss' dick in my mouth. These moments were very pleasant for me and I loved that I was permitted to dress like a slutty Secretary.   

Other times, if I was naughty, things would become very degrading and humiliating. The boss would send me back to my desk after taking a facial from him. I would have to wear his cum on my face until the end of the workday, in front of Bella too! Which was the worst part. 

I was frequently required to sexually service her also, when the boss ordered it. I ended up becoming very well acquainted with her beautiful pussy.

As my summer internship being the office slut came to an end, I got a week off at the end of August. I think my "boss" was doing some other things with Mistress Andrea and her wife, Summer. I didn't ask or question, I would have been punished if I did.

Surprisingly, when I returned to the Facility after Labour Day, I was put through the full ringer and check-in process that any standard-issue client would experience. I was stripped of all my clothing and personal items. These were taken and locked in a locker and I soon found myself vulnerable and bare naked, standing before Mistress Andrea in her office. I thought I was in shit or something. 

My journey at this Facility started in a jail cell in the basement, in shackles...being brutally used, fucked and whipped, day and night, by my Master. (I loved every second of that phase!) 

Next I was put into adult diapers, and I had a Daddy Dom to care for me and correct me when needed. That period of time was probably the most humiliating for me, as an adult woman. 

Through several promotions for obedience and sexual exploration, I was dressed like a little girl, then a junior schoolgirl. As I spent some time in these roles, I became more enthusiastic about sexually pleasing women, which was completely new for me. This willingness got me promoted to senior schoolgirl and by the time I made it to the slutty Secretary phase, I was having sex with Bella on the regular. 

Now, I found myself standing before Mistress Andrea, bare naked, looking down at a school uniform and a pair of Mary Janes on her desk. I actually thought I was going to be spanked and demoted by her for some reason. 

It was quite the opposite actually. Given the date, she told me it was time to go back to school. Not for lessons or instruction though. This time, I was doing my final exams!

Mistress entered the classroom and produced a cane, a wooden paddle and a strap. She made it abundantly clear that I would be getting all three implements on the bare, if I did not get an 85% or higher on my exam.

This was the final test, literally, to determine if I would move on to the next phase and wow was it ever epic. Someone put a lot of time into creating this test. It was as humiliating for me as it was arousing. With multiple choice questions like: 

Select the answer that is the most correct:

You are kneeling and performing a blowjob on a random guest of the Facility. He has cum into your mouth. What do you do next? 

a) Swallow all of his cum and use my mouth to clean the rest of his cock. 

b) Swallow all of this cum and verbally thank him for it. 

c) Excuse yourself politely to go spit his cum out, down the sink.

d) Find a nearby slave-sister to kiss, so you can both share the man's cum

e) Swallow all of his cum, verbally thank the man, then kiss the tip of his penis 

There were true and false questions, along with every aspect of spanking theory and implement selection. There was even images of slaves in certain poses, where I had to choose the official title of the pose. Like this one. Which is called "present", by the way. 

Despite the significant length of this final exam, I was breezing through it with confidence. Every answer was jumping off the page at me, the rules and rituals and protocols that had been drilled into me since I began this journey, were all test questions.

I truly believe I nailed this test. I walked it back into the "Principal's" office with pride and handed it to Mistress Andrea for marking. She took a quick skim of the pages, then asked me to go back to the classroom to fetch the cane, paddle and strap...Uh oh! What did she see?! 

She made me stand in the corner and face the walls while she marked my exam. Also, she strategically placed the intimidating looking implements around and near me, so I could see them out of the corners of my eyes and become anxious.  

Mistress took her time with the marking as I was alone with my thoughts in the humiliating, time-out corner. As the minutes slowly ticked by, I began to second-guess myself and some of the test questions I could remember. 

There was one about ass-to-mouth and how frequently I should experience this degrading act, to remind me of my place. Shit...did I get that one wrong? 

There was a true/false question about always being on my tiptoes when not in heels. I couldn't quite remember...did I pick true on that one or what it a trick question? Fuck! My bare butt was going to be purple if I failed this test. 

My inner dialog came to an abrupt halt when Mistress finally spoke, asking me to stand at attention in front of her desk. 

She wasted no time in informing me of my results. 

"You achieved a 94% on your test, Sarah Jane. Very nicely done young lady." She said, with a tone of a proud parent. 

"You may remove your schoolgirl uniform and fold it neatly," Mistress continued. 

I undressed right away and knelt, trying to hide my inner joy upon hearing my exam mark. 

Mistress began to speak. 

"You're one step closer to the Upper Floor, Sarah Jane. I am proud of you." 

Awww! That was sweet of her to say. 

"You know you can safeword out of this arrangement and out of this place whenever you wish, okay?" She kindly said. 

I said, "yes Mistress Andrea," using her full title in my response. But my mind was racing. Why would she say something like that? I just nailed her final exam and I'm one step closer to becoming a sex slave of the Upper Floor. Was I missing something? 

"If you'd like to continue, Sarah Jane, I expect you to report to Bella down in the stables, tomorrow morning. I'll be joining you to begin your pony training."

Oh...right. This horribly humiliating phase! 😢

FUCK!

sarah jane xo

Continued in: Ponytail