Two Days a Captive

Continued from: She was a skater girl

A post from slave sarah

My session with Master had come to end. It ended with his strong masculine embrace, after being released from my cell. I nuzzled my head into his shoulder and thanked Russell sincerely. Not for being released from my cell, but rather, the amazing session he gave me. 

I came to learn later on, that I had spent a total of two days and two nights in that cell, only being hauled out for sexual use, whippings and torture. The most tender and intimate parts of my body ached with tingles of soreness and latent pain. The soles of my bare feet were tender, having felt the lash multiple times. My nipples were sensitive to the touch, from being whipped, clamped and pinched. The back of my throat hurt a little and both my filthy cunt and asshole were puffy, red and abused. 

I felt alive! I felt elated. Everything that just happened to me was exactly what I asked for and everything I had hoped for. 

When Russell sadly bid me farewell, officially brining an end to the multi-day session, Mistress asked if I was ok to sit and blog about my sexual degradation. I told her I was. She kept me fully naked and did not remove my metal collar. She gagged my mouth and set me up at her office desk. Of course all of this, the ritual, the ball-gag and having to shamefully blog about my session was making me aroused all over again. 

I'm not 100% sure where to begin. Much of my session was a blur of my heart racing, ridiculously powerful orgasms, then left in solitude with my thoughts, unable to masturbate because of that fuckin' chastity belt. 

I seem to remember a transition that occurred from one jail-space to another. If you remember back to a previous post of mine, I was bound and gagged in a much smaller cell that only contained a toilet and some shackles. 

Master bound me in such a way that my head was more or less IN the toilet, then he fucked me from behind, good and hard. 

I think at this point we broke scene and with his cum still oozing from my pussy, he did a check-in with me, both emotionally and physically. I think he could see the frenzy of lust in my eyes and he asked me something to the effect of, "you want more don't you? Harder, heavier, more humiliating...?"

I nodded my head in excitement, replying with a "yes Sir." 

He asked me if I had anywhere be for the next few days. Nope...my schedule was clear, just for this BDSM vacation. And gawd did I ever need it, it was truly a slave-cation. 

I think I groaned out loud when Master took me to my new cell and I saw the galvanized farm basin. How horribly humiliating! I actually thought Master was going to hose me down and wash me down like an animal, before using me again. Even contemplating this now, as I write this, I'm dying of humiliation...yet my cunt continues to betray me! Why is this level of degradation so arousing to me? 

Luckily for me, Master locked me in my cell and left, telling me to "freshen up" in private. Also lucky for me, the hose provided came with both hot and cold water. I probably could have used a "cold shower" though, gawd I was so fuckin' aroused! My clit was aching so badly in that Goddamn chastity belt. 

At one point I even tried to use the hose nozzle to spray warm water through the metal screening that housed my pussy. I almost, almost got myself off...groan* almost. 

I tried a a few other positions and moves as well, but it was hopeless. Master had officially taken control of my pussy and my orgasms until further notice. 

I remember laying down at this point, defeated and frustrated. I think I even tried to nap but the deep ache in my pussy and my metal accessories made it difficult. I don't think I was left idle for all that long, before Master returned to use me again. 

He made me stand and squat inside the farm trough, while he fucked my mouth and throat. Eventually his hot cum splashed into my mouth, which I swallowed down immediately. 

I coughed and sputtered, apparently taking too long to thank him for his cum. Master shackled me into a bondage thing outside my cell, that my head and wrists went into. He "reminded me" with his belt, that I was to verbally thank him for his cum, no matter what hole of mine it ended up in. 

"Thank you for your cum Master." He made me cry out loud as he strapped me with his belt. 

I remember being put back in my cell after the belt-thrashing, nursing some very thick welts and crying into my little cot. 

There was still no relief for my naughty cunt, which was more or less gushing through the metal screening at this point. 

The next visit from Master I think it was my tits and nipples, that became the focus of my masochistic desires. A flogger, clothespins, clamps and even electro-pads. I received all of the wonderful and torturous sensations. 

I did manage to sleep through the night, both nights in-fact, despite the rigid chastity belt. The belt was occasionally removed throughout my slavery and I experienced some of the hardest and most ferocious orgasms of my life!

I loved all of the sweet torture and being used repeatedly as Master's fuck toy, but I didn't like the moments where I was left alone and wasn't being cuddled or played with. 

However, this is the session I asked for. When those steel bars rattled shut and my cell was locked, I began to question whether or not some things are best left to fantasy...

I'm glad I got to experience this though. I had a safeword, I didn't use it. I can't picture myself asking for the captive, consensual non-consent option again. I suppose if I disobeyed or misbehaved I could be sent here as punishment, but I wouldn't be looking forward to it!

That being said, when my session ended and before I was turned over to Mistress to sit here and type, I was taken to another room of the house and given an option. This room was very pink and frilly.

I was then given the choice to trade in Master for "Daddy".

This was a very interesting turn of events indeed. I'm not sure what path to choose yet...

slave sarah 

xoxo

Continued in: Age Progression

 

She was a Sk8er Girl

Continued from: Chastity Belts or a Spanking?

Summer and I were embraced in a lovely tangle on the bed, just coming down from a medium-heavy scene in our room. For reasons we don't need to get into, I had to punish her with a whipping of her bare asshole. 

Punishments in my household generally fit the crime. If Summer was caught with a run in her hose or stockings, she would be given a spanking followed by her bare soles being punished. Matters relating to her princess parts, result in a spanking then a punishment of the area in need of correction. In this case, unfortunately for her, it was her poor little bottom hole. 

All however, was forgiven...and we returned to giggles and pillow talks as we always do. 

For some reason we got talking about celebrities. Out of pure curiosity I asked her if she had a BDSM celebrity crush. More specifically, if she was going to administer a punishment spanking to a bratty celebrity, who would it be.

Without hesitation and in her adorable French accent, she replied: 

"Avril Lavigne"...

I giggled a little bit before commenting. 

"Like the skater girl?" 

We talked about it further and teased and tangled each other until Summer drifted off to sleep. I was still wide awake so I did some quiet internetting beside her. 

Avril...a small-town Canadian girl. That earned her points with me already! She bears the look of an out-of-control, bitchy and petulant teen who in the height of her popularity, looked like she would smell of weed and Doritos. 

I can see why Summer would choose to spank her. She definitely has that "in need of an attitude adjustment" look about her. Apparently this is what Summer was exactly like, in her younger years. Baggy jeans, wallet chain, skater shoes and a piss-poor attitude. 

Now it all makes sense, yes! Summer wants to punish the teen version of herself! She's projecting. She wants what she only wished she could have received when she was younger. 

As I looked a little deeper on the interwebs, when you peel away the layers of early 2000's, leftover from the grunge movement of the 90s, Avril is undeniably beautiful. 

Despite Avril's natural gorgeousness, I think Summer's fantasy involves disciplining the wild and bitchy teen-Avril of 2002. Not this stunner depicted above. 

Maybe Summer is in the role of Step-Mother, or Big Sister? She returns home from a long flight and sees this hot-mess, passed out in the den. The room smells of stale beer, bong resin and Pringles.

Summer tries to snap her out of it and get her life back on track. 

(Avril was actually ON the right track in this period of time. She went platinum seven times).

She makes her go select an implement to be punished with. A shameful exercise in humility for our beautiful skater girl. 

Should we go through with it and indulge in Summer's fantasy? Who wants to see Avril Lavigne receive an OTK spanking? I'm sure it won't end with just a spanking either *blush, if I know my Summer.  

A special thank you to someone named BlueSky from the Sims, custom content community, who created the avatar for young Miss Lavigne. 

Pretty good huh? 

Gotta love talented people and talented artists. 

Unfortunately the below doesn't quite look as clean as the above two images. But once Summer gets down to business and invites her to the Facility, it's pretty damn close. 

Maybe...to be continued...if someone wants to see Avril get spanked and we’ll try to figure out what emo, grunge sex entails?? *shrug

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Two days a captive

Chastity Belts or a Spanking?

Continued from: The Countess of Monte Cristo

What would you chose, as an incredibly sexy and aroused young lady? Turning over the key to your arousal, literally, and having your aching cunt locked up in a chastity belt? Perhaps not knowing when or if, in the foreseeable future, it will be unlocked. 

Or do you take your lumps and submit to a painful and humiliating spanking on your bare bottom, in hopes that maybe your pussy will get some attention afterwards? 

I like to give my naughty girls, naughty male slaves and sissies options to choose from. It fucks with their minds. The embarrassing predicament of having to chose from the lesser or two evils. Or at least what you think is the lesser of the two. 

I approached my two girls and cut right to the chase. 

"What's it gonna be ladies...your chastity belts or a spanking?" 

If you're just joining in on this predicament bondage, Cassandra in the pillory, who was kind enough to offer my wife Summer, (on her back with legs forced open) some erotic dance lessons. They got themselves into full stripper heels and attire and while I worked away in the kitchen, I could hear the pounding of music from the strip-joint on the upper floor of our house.

I was preparing a delicious lunch for the three of us and when I returned upstairs, I caught the two of them about to embark on a delicious sixty-nine with each other's soaking pussies. 

Summer and I have a unique relationship and having her pussy devoured by my sexy Receptionist is not unheard of, but both of these naughty young ladies know they need my permission first. 

In this instance, I did not give it, nor was I asked. This is why Cassandra's face was forced to stare at my wife's pussy and inhale her sweet arousal for the past hour. It was a fitting punishment, but as they now realized, their punishments were not over. 

I would have loved to see these two desperately begging to be unlocked. Watching me openly masturbate and please myself with toys, as they pull and tug at their belts. I'd make them suck each other's nipples and make out in front of me. Watching their faces twist in frustration as the ache in their clits intensifies. 

Alas, not this time, they both chose to be spanked...

Unfortunately for them, I was still working in the kitchen. This means wooden spoons and spatulas are readily available and I think I used every wooden utensil in the holder!

I relieved them from their stripper outfits and marched them bare naked up to the kitchen and living room. I started with Summer first as Cassandra was forced to watch. 

After a nice long warm-up for both of them, I moved a dining chair into position and arranged my bouquet of wooden spoons, within my reach. 

Once Summer was howling and sobbing, promising not be a naughty girl again, it was Cassandra's turn. 

I asked her to choose which wooden utensil she would like (mind fuck again). When she hesitated I motivated her with my palm. 

I bent her over the kitchen counter and watched her do a little dance in her bare feet, as I soundly smacked her rosy bottom. 

She made her spoon selection without hesitation the next time I asked her to pick one. I then took her over my knee and finished her off in a frenzy of sobbing spoon slaps, blubbering apologies and kicking legs. 

I loved the fact that my large picture windows in the dining room, look out and IN...to the street below. The pair of them, both still crying liberally, mashed their tits and nipples as far as they could get them against the corner, in an attempt to hide their shame from the outside world. 

Now...I can sit and enjoy my fancy grilled cheese in peace...maybe I'll take some down to Sarah in her cell. These two will be facing that wall for the next hour at least...I wouldn't want my beautiful culinary creation to get cold or go to waste. 

"Next time girls, just ask me if you want to go down on each other, so I can at least watch or help. Sheesh!" 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: She was a Sk8er Girl

The Countess of Monte Cristo

Continued from: Toilet Humiliation and Anal

I guess I've never mentioned this before, I guess it just hasn't come up before, but my sweet angel Summer is French. Like Paris French, not Montreal French. Yes, before you ask, she has the most adorable little accent too. Not too heavy but enough that I want to bite her juicy little arse because she sounds so cute when she speaks. 

If she wasn't my wife she would definitely be working at my Facility, as my little Fifi French Maid, mincing around the house with her feather duster, calling me Countess and seeing to my EVERY need. Until she is caught lounging around and has to be punished.

She absolutely has several versions of this outfit and we have totally played out some spanking-the-maid and sex with the maid scenes! Summer pulls off this look much better than my sissy males do. 

My sexy and alluring receptionist and stripper Cassandra, on the other hand, is predominately Italian, from her Father's side, with her Mother Bella, of Brazilian lineage. 

This is likely why Cassie is so fiery and gorgeous. I miss the raven black hair she used to rock, but she's pretty enough to pull off the butch-blonde doo. 

Why is any of this meaningful...?

Well...let me tell you what happened today. It was a little Italian / French fusion action, in more ways than one! 

I was messing around in the kitchen, looking for some lunch inspiration, slightly annoyed by the thunderous bass coming from the upper floor. Cassandra and Summer were up there dancing. Cassie was essentially teaching Summer how to move and dance like a stripper. 

Bonus for me I guess? *shrug*

When I went upstairs to ask them what they wanted for lunch, my three-quarters naked wife, working a stripper pole alongside Cassandra, responds with, "can you make us a grilled cheese?" She just can't help being a "little" sometimes. I'm surprised she didn't call me "Mommy". 

I rolled my eyes at her. She knows I'm a classically trained Chef. I'm not saying white bread, processed orange cheese and a side of Ketchup is beneath me, not at all. I just like to exercise my skills when I'm inspired. And I was about to be inspired...

I had left Cassandra and Summer alone, probably longer than I should have, which is always dangerous with these two vixens. Sure enough, I come back upstairs to ask Cassandra if she liked blue cheese, and this is what I find. I find Italian / French fusion playing out before my eyes, as Cassandra was helping herself to the buffet that is my wife's pussy. 

They both knew they were in deep shit as I approached. The two of them snapped up into a submissive kneel and said, "I'm sorry Ma'am," almost in unison. 

"You two...come with me." I snipped. 

I had a devious punishment idea for these two little sluts. 

I marched the pair of them all the way down to the dungeon space and into the cellblock area. Poor Sarah was shocked to see us and probably horribly embarrassed, sitting in her cell in shackles and a chastity belt and nothing else. 

Apparently her session with Russell was still going and she had been in the cell for almost two days. She was only released to be whipped, spanked or fucked. Wild! But this is the type of treatment she asked for. I'll have her blog about this two-day captivity scene later. Apparently she loved every second of it. 

As for Summer and Cassie, who can't seem to keep their faces out of each other's pussies. I had the perfect little apparatus to torture them with. 

Summer's legs would be bound and spread, exposing her presumably wet pussy, while Cassandra would be bound into the pillory, in a position that should force her face directly into my wife's crotch. 

It worked perfectly!

Cassandra's mouth and tongue, even if she strained her neck to its fullest, was still just an inch too far away from Summer's delicious cunt. I even asked her to stick her tongue out and try to reach. Nope! A couple centimeters shy of the prize. Which is exactly the punishment I was going for. 

Cassandra would now be tortured by the sight and smell of Summer's delectable pussy but cannot reach it. Summer, would be tormented by Cassie's warm breath, caressing her slickened folds and throbbing clit.

I left the pair of them in this beautiful, torturous predicament while I returned to the kitchen, now inspired for a little French, Italian fusion. Hehe. Grilled cheese they wanted? I got this!

French and Italian? How about Monte Cristo meets Croc Monsieur? (Both are fancy forms of grilled cheese). Luxurious folds of flavour, both sweet and savoury.

In one of the culinary schools I attended I picked up a little trick. Instead of using beaten eggs and milk for a bread-wash to make French Toast, use eggnog, if it's "in season". It will increase the sweetness and add some earthy, allspice tones. 

To combat this sweetness we now need salty and savoury. Thank you Cassandra, for the Italian inspiration. Dreamy, thinly sliced Mortadella and the oldest of the blue cheese family, Gorgonzola. 

Sandwiched between two French-style toasts, dipped in eggnog then pan-seared to golden perfection. This is a luxurious fuckin' grilled cheese! Omg. 

It's been about an hour since I left the girls in their torturous predicament after telling them they'd both be getting spankings. 

Perhaps I'll release them and see if they want a little lunch first? My mouth is watering, I wonder if Cassie's is too? 

Hehe. Follow me for more great recipe ideas!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Chastity Belts or a Spanking?

  

 

 

Toilet Humiliation and Anal

Continued from: Sarah and Russ return

A post from slave sarah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

slave sarah xoxo 

 

Continued in: The Countess of Monte Cristo