Objectification

Continued from: Sarah's First Post

A post from Sarah

Almost 24-hours had passed, since I found myself bare naked in the palour of Mistress Andrea's Facility. I was being told to kneel, being told to keep my eyes down and how to position my arms. 

These were not requests, these were orders. I absolutely loved the simplicity of being told what to do. To not think, just obey.  

My clit jumped with each click of her high heels off the hardwood. Like a metronome of steady and commanding footsteps, when she approached and left me.

Since the first time I met her and she conducted her little "experiment", I cannot deny the fact that she tore a hole in the fabric of my identity. Despite her sexuality and her obvious gorgeousness, I'm just not attracted to women in that way. That is, until she started ordering me around, humiliating and degrading me...threatening to punish me. It has awoken something inside of me that I didn't know existed. 

My throbbing cunt is betraying me even now, as I sit here to type on Mistress' blog.

Carved from a corner of my bedroom, is my little WFH office. Between zoom calls, I've been trying to recount the events of yesterday afternoon, the first moment I had the privilege of calling Russell, 'Sir'.

It began with a different set of footsteps behind me. I knew it wasn't Mistress in her heels. I could also hear the distinct jingle of ice cubes in glass. 

Oh gawd! Oh I was so embarrassed and my god was he ever fucking hot! He sat and didn't acknowledge me, but glared toward my knelt state.

I was under instructions to keep my eyes lowered, which I did, but once Russell sat, I could see most of him. I didn't think it was possible to feel more naked, than fully naked, but I did. Being naked in a room with someone who is fully clothed is deathly vulnerable. My pussy betrayed me yet again, and started to slick my inner thighs. 

He smiled at me once, maybe to reassure me, before picking up his drink and taking a sip. He cleared his throat and spoke for the first time. 

"This is what you want?" He said, all raspy and sexy-like. His words were chosen carefully. It was almost a question, but had the tone of a statement. It was a masterful choice of words. It limited my control and decision making, although I did answer him. 

"Yes please, Sir," I squeaked out, without hesitating. 

I trembled when he came to help me up, using a firm grip on my wrist. I was taken to the corner of the room, to the padded apparatus affixed to the wall. He cinched-down the binds on my wrists until I was forced onto my toes, then he cuffed my ankles in place. 

Kneeling in a room, anticipating what's to come, provides a great deal of time to scan and interpret visual stimulus. It was not lost on me that Mistress positioned my body facing the coffee table. It was not lost on me that the blinds to this room were left open and a-top the coffee table, were two clothespins and a flogger. 

And now, I was at my most vulnerable of the session, bound, exposed and naked, in the presence of this intimidatingly, gorgeous man. 

He knelt down as he approached me, running a finger along the tops of my feet and toes, finally onto my toenails. 

"Keep these painted for me, baby pink," was all he said. 

I replied with a, "yes Sir." I was dreadfully embarrassed that my toenails were not done for him.

He ran a muscular hand up my leg and thigh and onto my pussy which he grabbed in a fist motion. I gasped out loud as he did. 

"Keep this shaved bald for me, slut." He hissed. "Your asshole too, hairless."

I groaned out loud in pure, desperate arousal. It was involuntary. I was such a whore to have groaned like that. But fuck me! He was inspecting me! Claiming me! Like my Master had just purchased me at some seedy auction. 

He continued his horrible and beautiful objectification, cupping my tits in his palms for a light bounce. Then his fingertips reached for both of my nipples. It was more of a swirl than a pinch. 

"These need to be a little more responsive." He said out loud. 

Not knowing what to do, or if this was a moment I should speak, I blurted out a, "I'm sorry Sir, I'll do better for you." 

He returned to the couch to sit, sipping from his drink once more. 

He cradled the cold, wet glass in his hands long enough to achieve his objective. He walked back to me and held my nipples with his freezing cold fingertips. They hardened instantly, and goosebumps fluttered across my body. 

"That's better." He commented, in a cavalier tone, before retrieving both clothespins and affixing them to my erect nipples. There was the sharp pain I was wanting, or at least my cunt was wanting. Now we were getting somewhere. 

Master picked up the flogger next, and proceeded to whip my stomach, ribs and tits with the vicious strands of leather. He whipped my tits and nipples until the clothespins came flying off from the impact, causing me to shriek in pain.

"You may scream. There is no shame in it." He calmly counselled, as I struggled to catch my breath through my whimpers. 

Master undid my bondage next, catching me as I was about to collapse down onto the floor. I guess being on my toes for so long had my legs shaky and spent. But on my knees in a puddle of my own degradation, was exactly where he wanted me.  

He controlled my wrists, and he was no longer in his pants, as he dragged me to the middle of the room. 

Nothing was said. He just mashed his erect penis against my lips, until I opened and took him into my mouth. Master has a lovely sized cock. I wasn't sucking it...he was fucking my face and throat with it. 

 

There was lots of beautiful gagging and gucking sounds, which only degraded me further. 

I tried to use my hands at one point, on his cock. I was quickly and sharply slapped in the face. Not at all violently, it was corrective. I need correction in this role, I have dreamed of being corrected in this way. 

He simply said, "No!" After the slap. Like he was scolding a dog. I carried on with only my mouth, like the filthy slut that I am, until Master came down my throat and onto my face. 

After this, I was told I was getting another whipping. 100 lashes to be exact, on my bare bum, back and thighs. Master was very specific this time, with what he intended to do. Likely because I was once again bound into a stress pose, to be left and to anticipate this flogging. Only this time, I was wearing his cum on my face, proudly!

slut sarah

xoxo

Continued in: All Three Holes

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