Sexual Aggression

Continued from: Working from Home

Do you ever get that insatiable desire to just fuck the living shit outta someone? On their consent of course...hehe. 

Ohhh my word I was ravenous today! 

My beautiful wife Summer was absolutely in for it! We were about to have the house to ourselves and my sights were set directly on her as my victim. 

Spending the afternoon on an outcall session with Hunter and Carley had gotten me all fired up. Dominating a couple was so empowering! I felt like a complete Goddess. Sure, Carley was "forced" to go down on me and made me cum, right in front of her chaste husband, but that only fueled my sexual aggression even more. 

I had Hunter dressed like a schoolgirl from the waist down. In between their zoom meetings of the day they booked me for a "visit". Carley ate my pussy while I sat on her husband's lap, grinding my ass crack into his chastity cage that I could feel from beneath his skirt and panties. 

Hunter was sent to stand in the corner while Carley continued to work away with her tongue, gently cooling me down after I had cum onto her pouty lips. Cool me down she did not. Not even close. I pulled out my phone while her face was still buried in my snatch and I text Summer. 

I mixed in the "sweetie xoxo" so she knew I wasn't irate with her, and that she was about to enter a bdsm scene. 

"Slut, Summer, sweetie..." A rose by any other name would smell as sweet...

Summer has the proper "upper floor" uniform, worn by the sex slaves of my Facility. She knew how to prepare herself for the order I gave, complete with a high-pony and collar. 

After I got myself dolled up for fun, this is how I found my sexy wife, waiting like a good girl and breathing heavily. 

I slowly and methodically clicked toward her, watching her goosebumps raise with each of my heel clicks. I moved into her field of view and listened to her gasp, then moan out loud. I guess she liked my choice of outfit. 

"Good afternoon Mistress," she squeaked out. 

"Get your FUCKING eyes lowered in my presence slut!" I barked at her. 

"Go to our room and select a whip," I followed up with. 

She hung her head and shuffled off down the hall like a scolded child. 

Summer returned with a heart-tipped crop and knelt at my feet, this time, remembering to keep her head bowed. 

"That's better young lady," I purred to her. 

The heart whip lets her know I love her, when she does a mirror / bum check later this evening. 

Beautiful isn't it? 

A good whipping usually makes Summer's tongue extra eager for me! This afternoon was no exception. 

She treated me to a lovely orgasm from her knees, before I got the strap-on and renewed my original mission statement of fucking the shit outta someone today.

Oh boy did I ever give her a good rogering. 

We did some pussy-to-mouth behind the bar, so she could taste her delicious cunt and appreciate, as I do, just how yummy she is. 

I kissed her passionately so she could transfer some of her own pussy-flavour off her own lips and onto mine. Fuck that was hot!

I clicked a leash onto her collar and made her crawl, hands and knees over to the pool table, where I continued to give her a good seeing to!

With each thrust of my strap-on and each yelp and groan from Summer, my sexual aggression was slowly beginning to disperse. I was fucking it all away. 

We tangled in front of the fire and let the vanilla world naturally creep back in. 

"What got in to you today!? That was amazing!" Summer jokingly blurted out. 

She knew about my outcall session with the couple, but I didn't want to let-on that Carley's married but lezzy little tongue got me all hot and bothered.  

"Not sure Sweetie, moon phase maybe?" I seductively hissed. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: Only if it's ok with Daddy

Working from Home

Continued from: Age Progression

I don't often make house-calls or out-calls as they're known in the professional Dominatrix industry. I've never really needed to with the fully equipped giga-Facility I have at my disposal, but sometimes, just sometimes, I venture out to "call-on" a client. In this particular case, TWO clients! A lovely and adorable submissive couple named Carley and Hunter. 

Omg I wanna eat her up she's so cute! Look at those freckles on her nose. 

It's rare to find a submissive couple, there is usually one party who calls the shots or at least dictates how their kink play should go. These two however, are 100% submissive and looked me up when they reached a sexual stand-off in their relationship. Sure they participated in vanilla sex but they both had a burning desire to be the sexual submissive. This is where I was able to help...

Hunter is young and cute as well, just like Carley. He likes to rock that urban lumberjack, hipster look. He didn't strike me as overly manly when we first met. I'm quite certain he's never swung an axe in his life.

 "Why the long face Hunter?"

Oh right...your little dick is locked up in a chastity cage and I have the only set of keys for it. Ha! Not even your pretty wife can release you. She can't suck you off, no handies, no masturbating your sexual energy away and you can't even fuck that beautiful bombshell you share a matrimonial home with! 

Ouch! How emasculating. 

What's even worse, is that these two work from home, daily. They're in each other's faces all the time. Meanwhile, a few blocks away, in a coded lockbox in my office, I hold the literal keys to Hunter's orgasmic pleasure. If he whines and cries and text messages me to beg for release, I give Carley a spanking right in front of him. If Carley calls or comes over, groveling and begging for me to release her husband's penis, Hunter gets punished or often times...they both get hauled over my lap in their own living room.

It is truly a devious predicament these two have gotten themselves into. They both have the option to safeword out of this arrangement but to-date, after three months in the chastity cage and plenty of sessions with the three of us, no safeword has been spoken. 

Carley has been telling me however, that since I locked up her husband's dick, his oral skills have gone through the roof. He is more docile, loving and attentive to her and will even perform oral pleasure on her bare asshole when she asks him. 

Future Domme in the making perhaps? 

Like many of the silly males I deal with, extended chastity soon leads to wearing panties for me, sometimes a bra as well. Usually this leads to either full or partial sissification and forced feminization. With these two it's easy! 

"Hunter, if you put on this pink dress and high heels, I'll release your dick and let you fuck your wife while I supervise." 

And this would be how I find them when I arrive. 

As for the working from home, most everyone knows that zoom calls only display head and shoulders, so I decided to have a little fun with these two. A professional looking top half, but dressed like little schoolgirls below the waist. Yes, Hunter as well!

Looks pretty vanilla to me, for that video call Hunter is about to join.

Down the hall in a spare bedroom, Carley is leading a zoom call with her team, also looking professional and vanilla. 

But have a look at what lies beneath the desk. I made Hunter wear a school skirt, panties and knee socks with little chunky heels. 

I wonder how red his face gets when he logs into those meetings. I guess he better stay seated lest his colleagues discover his naughty little secret. 

As for Carley, I made her wear something equally scholastic, but a little more slutty, just to drive Hunter and his caged penis insane. 

Working from home is much more enjoyable when you have a Dominatrix to come check on you and ensure you're "properly" dressed for work. 

I've had a great deal of fun with these two and I'm looking forward to getting both of them into the dungeon space and become regulars at my Facility. 

I have no intentions of unlocking Hunter's cock anytime soon. I would image I'll lead him down the same rabbit hole as all my other hetero males whom I have transformed into sissy slaves. 

Carley gets to enjoy my beautiful pussy, while Hunter gets to lick the sole of my boots. He's learning, slowly, where in the pecking order he belongs. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Sexual Aggression

Age Progression

Continued from: Two Days a Captive

A post from slave sarah 

As I wrote about in my last post, I just spent the better part of two days in a BDSM jail cell, with my throbbing pussy locked into a chastity belt a majority of the time. I was only removed from my cell to be whipped or sexually used by my Master. It was a very heavy scene that spanned the two days of my captivity. I loved and hated it equally...

Master did some tender aftercare with me and took me to a room that also had a lockable cell door, but appeared much more comfortable than the previous space I was in. 

Everything was pink and ruffled and adorable. Almost immediately I felt comforted in this space. I felt little and vulnerable. Russell sat me down and explained a new plan he had for me. 

I was told that this space was the alternative to being in the stark and dank jail cell for my sessions, that this "little" space would be the first step in my age progression. It was made very clear to me that I would be required to wear crinkly diapers on occasion and I would be required to dress in extremely elaborate sissy attire, almost like a doll, with Mary Janes, ankle socks or even white tights. 

Russell explained that his role would become a Daddy Dom and I would be his "little". I would have rules, boundaries and be protected and cared for while under Daddy's control. Consequences would no longer involve bondage apparatus and whippings, rather, I was told I would be given childish punishments like over-the-knee spanking, mouth soaping and timeouts. The diapers, the outfits and my new lifestyle when at the Facility, would be extremely humiliating, he went on to explain, before showing me little child's calendar on the wall. 

Russell told me that through obedience, acceptance of my new role and good behaviour, I will earn gold stars on my calendar. It sounded like if I kneel and suck Daddy's cock for instance, and accept his cum into my mouth, then all cute-like, thank Daddy for his cum once I have swallowed it, I would earn a gold star on my chart.

If I achieve enough stars, I would be promoted in "age". From what I was told the next stage would involve me dressed as a schoolgirl in short tartan jumpers and skirts. There would be no more diapers used but discipline would now involve a cane, paddle and strap, not just a hand-spanking over Daddy's knee. My room would change and I would be attending the classroom upstairs, for many of my scenes. 

Again, I would be subject to a system of either demerit points or gold stars, based on my submission, behaviour and obedience. Russell explained that after this stage, if I earn a promotion again, I enter an "older" schoolgirl role. Knee socks become thigh-highs or tights, my skirts become sluttier and shorter and my heels get higher. 

The more he explained the more I was really starting to enjoy this concept of age progression. Apparently after the second schoolgirl look, I would become a slutty secretary and one step closer to what Russell was calling an Upper Floor sex slave, which I also liked the sounds of. If it's anything like the Upper Floor porn site where the girls are in those red and black seamed stockings, I'm all in! I'd love to be used like that and be that well trained. 

This entire plan also involves demerit points. Ying and yang I guess. You can't have pleasure without pain, and there can't be gold stars without also having demerits. Russell explained to me that if demerit points were earned, I could be demoted down a rung, like suddenly regressing from schoolgirl, back into diapers and into the pink room for instance. If I was so naughty that I am demoted from the pink room, I end up back in the jail cell, left alone and only released to be flogged and aggressively fucked.

This was definitely the incentive I needed, before agreeing to all of this. I didn't want to end up in shackles, locked in that jail cell and left alone again. I seductively plopped my bare, recently whipped ass onto Russell's lap and he pulled me in for a lovely embrace. 

I did my very best sucky and needy, baby-voice and for the first time, called Russell, "Daddy". 

"What do you say we get you out of that chastity belt and into a comfy diaper little one?" He asked me. 

Of course I purred back to him immediately, "yes Daddy." 

After some time spent at the vanity table and mirror, and with Daddy coaching me on, I surprised even myself when my reflection suddenly involved ringlets a hair bow and heavy make-up. 

It was nice to be rid of the clunky metal chastity belt but I was dreadfully humiliated when I had to adopt a diaper pose for my new Daddy. Like suddenly I was shy and modest?! This gorgeous man just spent two days violating all three of my fuck-holes with his penis. Pussy-to-mouth, ass-to-mouth and back again...yet this was the embarrassing part for me? Having to hold my legs wide and in the air while Daddy powders my pussy and anus, then slides a crinkly diaper under my tailbone. 

I had to put on this hideous, ridiculous satin dress but I was relieved that it hid my diaper. Next came white knee socks and little doll heels in blue gingham. 

This was a horrible and devious predicament I had just agreed to. My outfit and my new role was humiliating beyond belief, but the humiliation was only making my pussy wet and achy. The humiliation wasn't excruciating to the point that I would purposely act out and become demoted, just to be rid of these clothes. If I acted up I would be punished and surely end up naked, shackled and returned to the jail cell. 

My only reprieve would be through promotion. Promotion away from these silly clothes and this dreadful role. For this I had to be a good girl for Daddy, and earn those gold stars on my chart! When his penis was produced a short time later, I wasted no time in going for gold! I'll be the best LG this DD has ever experienced! 

"Ohhh Daddddddy!! It's so big." I purred to him as his cock began to swell in my little hand. 

"Daddy, I love it when it grows in my mouth!" I continued on with my vulnerable, baby-voice. 

Daddy was so gentle and caring with me. Not only did I earn a gold star that day, but also a pussy full of Daddy's cum! 

Thank you Daddy!
 

slave sarah

xoxo

Continued in: Working from Home

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