Raise my Allowance

Continued from: The Mad Scientist

A Sarah Jane story

[F/f] [F/fm] [chastity] [lezdom] [69] [foot worship] [tease & denial] [HoH]

Oh my goodness gracious, it's been an eternity since I last savoured the delight of Daddy's cock! A whole two weeks, if you can believe it! I've been counting down the days, my horniness growing more unbearable by the hour. 

The joys of being a cherished little sex slave in Mistress Andrea's world comes with both rewards and challenges. It's not uncommon for me to receive special treats and allowances, but I know that certain privileges are not included in my standard package deal. Like the ability to unlock Daddy's precious penis whenever I please, even though we are an official, intimate couple. 

One of the perks however, is the regular playtime sessions I am granted with Summer, my sweet friend and Mistress Andrea's wife. That little minx has recently introduced a new technique to our playtimes. As we assume the 69 position, right in the living room in front of "Mommy" and "Daddy", she'll gently finger my asshole while licking my pussy with gusto. Needless to say, I return the favour with equal enthusiasm, inserting a finger...or three...into her bum as I devour her delicious pussy. 

It must have been so torturous for Daddy, sitting there beside Mistress Andrea, watching Summer and I play while his cock is locked up. This was all by design though, a product of Mistress' cruel creativity. I really wanted to help him out and earn those chastity keys more often, or at least for longer. Also serving my own selfish purposes, I wanted some dick! Lots and lots of dick! Summer's tongue is amazing and she can wield a strap-on like none other, but I craved the real thing. 

One particular evening, desperation had gotten the better of me, and I found myself seeking out Mistress Andrea in the living room, where she sat enthroned, nose buried in a book. I approached her with all the trepidation of a naughty little girl, my bashful demeanour a mere façade of my naughty intentions.  

"Mommy?" I ventured, trying to sound as sweet and innocent as possible. 

"Could I maybe, possibly get an increase in my allowance?" My heart skipped a beat as I awaited her response, my fingers crossed protectively in front of my throbbing pussy. But alas, instead of a benevolent smile, Mommy's expression turned stern, her brow furrowing in disapproval. 

Before I could even process what was happening, she'd snagged me by the wrist and deposited me summarily over her knee! A faint blush crept up my cheeks as she tugged my panties down to my ankles, realizing I was about to get a good old-fashioned spanking on the bare. 

My inner little girl let out a tiny squeak of protest as the first smack landed, but I knew I was in for a thorough blistering. After all, Mommy always knows best, and I'd clearly been too big for my britches. 

A few days after that initial failed request, I found myself mustering up the courage to ask once more for an increase in my allowance. It seems I just can't learn my lesson, can I, Mommy? 

My boldness was rewarded with a trip down to the dungeon space, where I was stripped out of my little jammies and my dignity. I got strung up by my wrists and Mistress Andrea gave me a nice long whipping that night. 

But even that didn't deter me from making another plea in a few days. 

FUCK!

"Mommy, would it be ok if..."

DAMN!

"Mommy, could I play with Daddy's coc..."

...SON OF A!

This time I ended up getting a series of stinging lashes to my breasts, pussy and bottom hole - in a variety of very exposed and very vulnerable positions. 

I won't deny it, the sensation was absolutely thrilling and torturous in equal measure. But as I reflected on these episodes, I realized that perhaps, just perhaps, I needed these lessons in humility, in self control. After all, a little girl such as myself must always remember her place in this household... 

I've come to realize that Mommy expects so much more from me than just completing my household chores. 

To earn my allowance of maybe thirty minutes with Daddy's chastity keys, maybe forty-five, I had been doing the dishes, vacuuming, even hand-washing Mommy's panties and hosiery for her. But I was still missing something to earn a raise in my allowance. 

So, I decided to take matters into my own hands, quite literally, and surprise her with a little display of devotion. One evening, without warning, I sank down onto my knees before her, my heart racing with anticipation. 

I locked my gaze onto her feet, encased in the most seductive of stockings and high heels. Picking up on my intent almost immediately, Mistress gracefully swung a leg over the other, crossing them and dangling her outstretched high heel in deliberate offering. 

"May I, Mommy?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, "may I have the privilege of removing your high heels? My gaze remained cast downward, awaiting her response. 

To my relief, Mommy granted me permission, and I quickly set to work on liberating her feet from the heavenly shoes. Next, I carefully cleaned and polished them in front of her, sitting cross-legged on the floor like a little girl. 

Without being prompted, I gently cradled her hosed foot in my hands, showering them with intimate kisses and tender licks, up and down her soles and toes. 

My fingers worked their magic too, manually massaging away any tension or stress she might have accumulated during the day as our head-of-household. As I began to suck on her hosed toes, I could sense Mommy's growing satisfaction, her arousal radiating outward like a warm glow. By the time I had rid her of her stockings and was now licking the arches and pads of her bare feet, she was gently masturbating, bringing herself all the way to orgasm, her face beaming with pleasure. 

"Now I'll raise your allowance!" She giggled, her chest rising and falling rapidly in the aftershocks of her lovely climax. A whopping ninety minutes! Ninety minutes of unfettered access to Daddy's chastity keys. This was my allowance for serving Mommy so well!

Would I choose to set Daddy free, allowing him to ravish me with abandon? Or would I opt to keep him locked away, teasing him mercilessly until the timer runs out? 

Vote in the comments everyone, what should I do? I have ninety minutes with the keys. 

Tease and I'll probably be punished for it later. Unlock him and get ravaged...either way, I'm fucked! Hehe. 

And I wouldn't have it any other way. 

Sarah Jane 

💟

Continued in: Helping a Friend

The Mad Scientist

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Any Given Sunday

Continued from: Almost Out of Time

[FLR] [HoH] [spanking] [F/ffm] [M/ff] [corner time]

One evening, not too long after New Years, I found young Skylar in the vanilla wing of the house, furiously typing away on her computer with that glazed-over, genius look in her eyes. "Skylar, honey?" I gently tapped at her door that was ajar, "may I come in?" 

We chatted for a bit, just a check-up really, to see how she is acclimating to the new environment and her new role at the Facility. She told me about her session with her old friend, Eesha, and how it was more of a fascinating science experiment for her than a kink. 

When I asked Skylar what she was so engrossed in on her computer, she simply replied that she was now enrolled in a Master's degree program - human psychology and sports psychology. I just shook my head in awe, as usual. I guess the doctorate she achieved already wasn't quite enough to fill up that beautiful mind of hers, she needed to cram some more knowledge in there. 

I kissed her on the tip of her nose, causing her to crinkle it and giggle. I told her that I was happy to have her with us, at the Facility, before turning to check my watch - I had set a family meeting down in the living room for tonight, so after another peck to Skylar's forehead, I left her to her studies and made my way downstairs.

The girls were already in their nighttime jammies, looking adorable as always, with their little elasticized cuffs and bare feet. 

Across from them on the other couch, Russell was working on his laptop, looking a wee bit frustrated. "What's the matter, Daddy?" I cooed to him as I embraced him from behind, looking over his shoulder at the screen. 

"What did you DO?!" I cried out in laughter, taking in the sight of a grotesque A.I. fail, of none other than me! Russell helps me with the A.I. artwork sometimes, he's better at it than I am, but in this case, something went wrong, look: 

"Well, I still look cute," I said to him, "can you crop out the extra body parts, and my feet?" 

"Much better, Daddy,” I patted him on the lap and turned my attention to Sarah Jane and Summer who were playing on their phones like a pair of teenagers. "Devices away girls," I commanded. "It's time for our family meeting." 

With four adults now living under one roof, it was more important than ever that we establish clear boundaries and expectations, that we maintain the delicate balance of power and authority that has served us so well in the past. This was the premise behind tonight’s meeting. 

"Girls," I said, my voice firm but gentle, "Daddy and I have something important to discuss with you." I pause, allowing the gravity of my words to sink in, before continuing. "As you know, this household operates on a very specific set of rules and guidelines, designed to ensure the happiness and wellbeing of all its members. And while we have perhaps been a bit lax in enforcing some of these rules in recent months, your Daddy and I have decided that it is time to reinstate one of our most important rituals: the weekly maintenance spanking." 

I saw a flicker of surprise cross Summer's face, quickly followed by a look of sheepish resignation. Beside her, Sarah Jane shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes darting nervously between me and Russell. 

"Now, as adult women, I know that neither of you are particularly fond of this aspect of our dynamic," I acknowledged, my tone softening slightly. "But the fact remains that it is an essential component of our lifestyle, one that helps to keep you both grounded and accountable. Your Daddy and I only want what is best for you two, even if it means some weekly tough love." 

I reached out, taking each of their hands in mine, squeezing gently in a gesture of reassurance. "We will begin tomorrow night, after Sunday dinner. And from here on out, every Sunday after that, you shall be informed where to report for your weekly dose of discipline. Understood?"

There was a moment of silence as the girls digested the news, their expressions ranging from resigned acceptance to obvious humiliation. But ultimately, they both nodded their agreement, their voices murmuring out a soft, "Yes, Mommy." 

As the girls filed out of the room, their heads bowed in thoughtful contemplation, I turned my attention to Russell. "Honey," I softly took his hand into mine, "there's one more thing. I would like for you to participate on Sunday's too. Sometimes, you may be asked to spank one or both of the girls yourself, or we’ll each take a girl to a separate room." 

"Before and after each spanking," I continue, "the girls will be required to spend some time in the corner, reflecting on their behaviours of the week. During this time, I would like for them to be in the living room, together, facing opposing walls with their bums bare. This will give them the space they need to process their emotions, while allowing you and I to keep an eye on them."

"The important thing about these maintenance sessions though, is that each spanking be a one-on-one affair, a private moment between you or I and the girl in question. This allows for a level of intimacy and vulnerability that simply cannot be achieved in a group setting. I'll afford Sarah the same privacy, if I happen to be administering her maintenance."

Russell nodded in understanding, but before he could speak, I hit him with a little surprise that I don't think he was expecting, given his current role in our dynamic. 

"When it comes to your own maintenance, young man, I think it's best if we keep things private. The girls don't need to hear their Daddy getting his bare bottom thrashed over my knee, now do they?" 

"That's why Monday evenings will be perfect for you, let me tell you why..."

To be continued...

Thank you again to all of my loyal fans, new and old. Things got and are about to get a little busy IRL. I'll try to post when I can. 

Let me see if I can get a video to work here, stand by...

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: The Mad Scientist

 

Almost out of Time

Continued from: Floating on a Cloud

[M/f] [F/mf] [chastity] [submissive] [FLR] [voyeur] [humiliation] 

A Sarah Jane story

Oh my goodness, I simply couldn't resist the opportunity to tantalize Daddy just a teensy bit! With the keys still clutched in my hand, I decided to prolong the suspense, to draw out the anticipation until it was almost unbearable. I remained resplendent in my little girl finery, the pink dress and knee socks a stark contrast to the decidedly adult game we were about to play. 

Slipping off my panties with a sly smile, I bared my sweetest assets, letting the warm bathroom air caress my skin. Then, with dramatic flair, I dangled the chastity keys directly over my quivering pussy, the metal glinting in the soft light like a wicked promise. 

My heart raced as I tested the waters even further, my voice dripping with desire. "Kneel down, Daddy, and crawl to the keys." The words hung in the room like a challenge, a dare to see how far he'd go to claim his freedom and maybe me. 

I knew, of course, that this little display might come at a cost later on, a stern reprimand - perhaps even a taste of Daddy's belt - but oh, the thrill of it was simply too delicious to resist! 

Daddy wouldn't do this to me, I'm his babygirl! But...on the other hand, what if I...I want him to? 

The scene unfolded like a decadent fantasy, every second a testament to the unbridled passion that coursed through our unique little household. Daddy's eager form crept closer, his hungry gaze fixed on the tantalizing keys dangling above my bared femininity. 

His lips eventually reached the prize, closing around the keys with such softness, as if savouring the promise of freedom. But I, the cunning little minx, had other plans. With a saucy chuckle, I whisked the keys away, returning them to their nest around my neck. And in the same fluid motion, I left his mouth hovering above my exposed pussy, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine. Yet another move that will most likely land me here...

My words dripped with seductive sweetness as I issued the ultimatum: "If you want to be unlocked, Daddy, you'll have to make me cum first." The challenge hung in the air, a gauntlet thrown down between us. Would he rise to the occasion, or remain trapped in his golden prison? 

As I succumbed to the expert ministrations of Daddy's tongue, my gaze wandered upward, my rolling eyes attempting to lock on to the bedside clock. Time seemed to warp and bend, stretching out the moments into an eternity of bliss. But even as I lost myself in the swirling vortex of pleasure, I remained acutely aware of the ticking seconds, counting down the remaining minutes of my allotted 45.

Meanwhile, Daddy's skilled mouth worked its magic, lavishing attention upon my sensitive clit and occasionally straying south to graze against my puckered asshole. The dual sensations combined in a crescendo of delight, threatening to overwhelm my senses at any moment. And then, suddenly, I was there - clawing at the bedding, my cries echoing through the room as I tumbled over the edge into a soul-shattering climax. 

For one fleeting instant, I forgot about keys, chastity cages, and D/s dynamics - and simply reveled in the pure, unadulterated joy of simply feeling alive. 

The aftermath of my orgasmic explosion left me in a haze of euphoria, my limbs limp and languid as a rag doll. I managed a feeble giggle, still reeling from the aftershocks, and carefully plucked the keys from around my neck. "Good boy," I cooed, presenting them to Daddy with an air of mock ceremony. The moment those golden keys touched the lock, his entire demeanour transformed - a subtle shift from supplicant to conqueror. 

In a flash, his meaty hands closed around my throat, the pressure firm yet playful, a gentle reminder of his dominance. 

Before I could process the sudden change in atmosphere, he dragged me forward, my body surrendering to his will as my head tilted off the side of the bed, my mouth gaping open in surprise. And then, without warning, he filled me with his magnificent cock, the sudden invasion sparking a fresh wave of arousal within me. 

As he began to fuck my throat with slow deliberate strokes, I felt my senses spinning into overdrive once more - trapped in a whirlpool of pleasure and submission, with Daddy now firmly at the helm. 

I played along, feigning resistance as I squirmed and wriggled beneath him, pretending to protest the invasive attentions. It was all a delicious charade, of course - for I secretly reveled in the mastery he exerted over me. Still, I had to maintain the illusion, if only for the sheer thrill it brought me. So I kicked my little knee socks, my legs flailing wildly as I attempted to break free from his grasp. 

That's when Daddy decided to correct me, his broad palm flashing downward to deliver a sharp smack directly onto my pussy. The sting was exquisite, followed by a flush of arousal that threatened to consume me whole. "Bad girl!" he scolded, his deep voice resonant with amusement. 

When the face fucking paused, Daddy asked me the whereabouts of my head harness and bit gag - the one with the delectable leather reins. I hesitated for a fraction of a second, still reeling from my pussy being smacked, before scrambling to obey. A sharp motivational slap on my bare bum helped spur me along, and I hastened to fetch the gag from the nightside drawer. 

Returning with the contraption in hand, I watched in vulnerable fascination as Daddy roughly divested me of my pretty pink dress, leaving me clad in nothing but knee socks and Mary Janes. The cool air caressed my skin as he set to work fastening the strict bit into my mouth, the supple leather harness creaking softly as he buckled it around my face. 

The thrill of surrender washed over me as Daddy grasped the reins attached to my bit harness, deftly guiding me upward onto the bed. His firm tug on the leather straps ensured my head remained up and alert, my back arching deeply as I assumed the requisite pose on all fours. 

Daddy's rhythmic pounding had me in a state of utter abandon, with my poor tits flopping about beneath me. The motion was so vigorous, so unrelenting, that I found myself drooling shamelessly onto the bedding, the bit gag and harness ensuring my humiliation was complete. 

Yet, perversely, I reveled in this debased state, my inner little girl squealing with glee at the sheer audacity of it all. Clad in nothing but my innocent white knee socks and glossy Mary Janes, I must have presented a ridiculous spectacle - a vision of contradictions, equal parts innocence and depravity. And still, I wouldn't have traded this sublime sensation for the world. 

Just as I was reaching the pinnacle of pleasure, the unmistakable sound of heels clicking on the floor echoed outside the door from down the hallway, signaling the imminent arrival of Mistress Andrea. I could feel the flurry of butterflies in my tummy in anticipation of her reaction to our little scene. 

Without warning she just strode into the room, her piercing gaze swept over us, taking in the entirety of the debauched, compromising activity before her. 

Daddy, ever the attentive servant to her will, subtly canted my reins to the left, forcing my head to turn toward Mistress and face her, as I continued to receive his furious fucking. Mistress simply folded her arms across her chest, her gaze fixed intently on her wristwatch - a stern reminder that our allotted time was rapidly dwindling. 

And then, in a flash of imperious authority, Mistress decreed her expectations: "You better cum into her pussy, Daddy," she drawled, her words sending lightning bolts of unexpected arousal directly to my core. "You're almost out of time."

I groaned into my gag like I've never groaned before, based on what Mistress just unexpectedly said. It was the hottest thing I've ever heard, and my pussy clenched down on Daddy instantly as I braced myself for orgasm. At the same time, with a final brutal stroke, Daddy unleashed his pent-up fury within me, his cock erupting in a frenzy of hot jizz and lust.

"Oh gawd!" I thought to myself," shrieking into my gag as I climaxed. "I need to ask Mommy to raise my allowance!" 

Sarah Jane 💗

Continued in: Any Given Sunday