Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 1

Continued from: The New Recruit

A Sarah Jane story

A month or so had passed since I was promoted to the rank of "junior schoolgirl". I got into a fairly regular routine of showing up to the Facility in the mornings, to be greeted by Cassandra. I'd be corporately or professionally dressed, just to experience the dichotomy of having that feminine power and confidence stripped away. 

I'd soon find myself in the regulation attire of "junior school". It meant pigtails, very short kilts and either knee socks or those little ankle socks with the ruffles around the tops. Sometimes I was required to wear socks and heeled sandals...icky! It was dreadful looking. 

I felt shame and vulnerability most of the time. I was constantly humiliated yet constantly aroused. I was embarrassed to be clicking around in my patent Mary Janes, while the rest of the stunning women around the facility were power-strutting in their five-inch stilettos. I was ready to be promoted again. I wanted to be more like those other ladies, rather than dressed like a naughty little girl. 

I had one final class and assessment in my junior school curriculum, before the "Headmaster" (Russ) would consider me for promotion. I had been avoiding it. The class was called "foot worship". I had a fairly good hunch as to what it would entail but also a bit of anxiety of the unknown. The class was taught by substitute "teachers", Miss Summer and Miss Vanessa. 

I don't know who Vanessa is but Summer and I got to know each other a little. We played adult Twister where my face was essentially pressed against the seat of her mini skirt. Later that evening I went down on her while I was being fucked. I guess that qualifies as getting to know each other a little. 

I knew about their special closet at the Facility and how much male clients pay them to be in that space. I guess then men sniff their high heels after they've been worn and buy their nylons and stuff? When I was reluctant to complete the "foot worship" class, I assumed this is what the content would be. Nevertheless, absent of a foot fetish, I needed to take this class to be promoted by the Headmaster. 

*Sigh*

Like many of my other experiences thus far at the Facility, I found myself kneeling with my eyes down. My heart beats out of my chest, my stomach is in my throat and I wait quietly, for the first sign of any sort of stimulus. This time it was the sound of confident heel clicks against marble, followed by a slip-stream of expensive perfume. My substitute teachers had arrived, and when I snuck my eyes up to peek, I noticed they were dressed like Flight Attendants. 

Without warning, Summer was up under my skirt and pulling the front of my panties aside. She told me to spread slightly and in one fluid motion, an object was inserted into my soaked pussy. It was oddly shaped and pink in colour. My greedy pussy gobbled the object up with ease, and the little tail portion rode up my slit toward my clitty. 

Nothing further was said, as the pair of them helped me into a chair and busied themselves tying my ankles, knees and wrists together with soft ropes. A red ball gag was placed into my mouth by Summer and fastened around my head. She kissed my cheek and seductively purred to me, "hello again Sweetie." 

Summer introduced Vanessa briefly, I could only nod my head in her direction as drool cascaded from my lips. Vanessa rolled a TV monitor into my field of view and started what appeared to be a slideshow. They dimmed the lights and both of them clicked out of the room, leaving me alone. 

The slideshow illuminated to life. Each photo hung in place for about 15 seconds, before fading out and being replaced by the next. 

By the third photo, the toy in my pussy suddenly whirled to life in a crescendo of intense vibrations. I shrieked into my gag, startled by the sudden shock of the sensation. I pulled against my bondage but the girls had me roped-off to the chair quite snugly. Ironically enough, the third photo happened to be rope bondage on hosed ankles. 

Followed by another one...

I couldn't help but appreciate the artistic beauty of some of these photos. Like they were actually pleasant to look at, beautiful even. In that moment of epiphany I must have let my guard down, subconsciously. I felt an orgasm building, assisted by the powerful toy that was trapped in my pussy and being remotely controlled. 

As another photo appeared, I tipped over the edge and came, directly and shamefully into my panties, all while looking at a female foot in a sandal and groaning against my ball gag.  

Was I being brainwashed in this closet of hell!! What were they doing to me?! 

The slideshow kept rolling and the vibrator resumed its relentless onslaught. I was about to orgasm a second time. 

Please help! !

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 2

 

  

 

The New Recruit

Continued from: Sarah's Junior School

If you remember back to the post called Slave Sisters, I set my wife Summer up with Russ and Sarah, under the masquerade that the two women would be having a playdate with "Daddy". The additional façade, was that Summer needed to be babysat by Russ because I was going on a date!

It was actually a business meeting, it didn't quite turn into a date until the end of the night, after too much bourbon. 

Remember Vanessa? The Flight Attendant who works alongside Summer.

*Phew* Yes, this little rocket! 

Vanessa first appeared in my crosshairs long ago, around the same time I learned Summer would occasionally sell her used nylons and high heels after flights. Vanessa was apparently the co-worker who taught Summer about this naughty little side-hustle and how to post images like so. This is Vanessa below. 

Since that time, Vanessa was the Maid of Honour to Summer, when she and I got married. I think Bella might have tongue-banged her in the pool that night, if I remember correctly.

Anyway, I set a meeting with Vanessa, not to talk about her pussy, rather, her feet. She's made a little bit of money off the foot fetishists over the years, I wanted to ask if she was ready to go pro.

How do you conduct a job interview for the position of: foot fetish model who will also be selling her nylons, shoes and socks?

"Ummm, Vanessa, show me your feet." 

 

"Congratulations, you're hired." 

She was more than eager to accept and after some legal paperwork in the days following our meeting, some talk of finances and a make-out session on my front porch, Vanessa now worked for me. She and Summer had full reign over the "shoe closet", as it has come to be known, the area at the Facility dedicated to feet, heels and hosiery. 

Cassandra helped with some of the photography work and marketing as usual and before long, Summer's feet pay-site was once again spinning triple 7's!

The girls would literally have to prove to potential buyers, that the pantyhose they boarded the flight wearing, were the same ones they were peeling off, eight hours later before sealing and shipping. It was a lot of dicking around but through pictures, codes and short videos, they maintained the continuity of this process. 

Sometimes they would come right home from the airport and immediately head to the "shoe closet". After I give my sexy little wife a smooch of course. 

I guess this was the critical time to capture all the magic, that first moment they pull a tired foot out of a hot stiletto. 

Now with the pair of them playing footsies, literally, the popularity of her site went through the roof and sales almost doubled! As for actual clients attending the "shoe closet" to have a live-session with both Summer and Vanessa, the cost is astronomical. Yet that space in the Facility is constantly booked solid. 

You know what I say? I say good for them! No one should judge these two. 

They found a little niche in this wonderful world of kink and they're profiting from it. Cripes, if I could sell pictures of my back deck to some lumber-fetishist, I totally fuckin' would!

"Oh Jesus that's a nice deck! That's a nice deck-pic!"

"Is that White Cedar? God I can picture running my nose across it. That deck must smell so good!" 

"Send me an unsolicited deck pic, like randomly when I'm at work. It'll be hot! Like I don't know it's coming and I open my phone and BOOM! It's a picture of your deck. I'll even pay for it, like money for it, please?" 

LOL...right?

It costs like $11.99 for a head of Iceberg Lettuce these days. Fuckin' right I'd sell you my best deck pics!  

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Beautiful Brainwashing

 

 

 

Sarah's Junior School

Continued from: Slave Sisters

A Sarah Jane story

"Daddy" had to leave me for a few days while he did some playtime with another blogger named Julie. I guess she has a really popular spanking blog or something and he did a few tribute posts involving her. 

Strict Julie Spanked

If you remember from my last story, I ended up having a threesome with Daddy and my slave-sister of the day, a woman named Summer. We played some Twister together while Daddy watched and before I knew it, my mouth was buried in her pussy. It was my first bisexual experience. Daddy says that by eating her out while he fucked me, this ultimately led to my age-progression, promotion.

Again, I am a 40-year-old woman with a managerial role at work, I just happen to also be a client of this Facility, on my own consent. Daddy and Mistress Andrea (who runs the Facility), created a model of age-progression for me. My journey started out predominately naked, in a jail cell in the basement of this Facility. I was treated poorly, whipped, bound and merely used for my fuck-holes. I both loved and hated this phase. 

I agreed to the humiliation and embarrassment of being put in diapers, frilly little outfits and pink Mary Janes, in order to leave the dungeon environment, this was my first progression. "Master" became "Daddy" to me, and although I am spanked quite frequently, the brutality of the dungeon has been replaced by soft sheets, fuzzy pillows and the tenderness of my Daddy Dom. 

My recent promotion for good behaviour, obedience and a dash of lezzie action, got me away from the crinkly diapers and pink bows, as my role is that of a junior schoolgirl now. Daddy still controls my attire while I'm at the Facility. He makes me wear great big, boring school knickers, which I don't like because they're frumpy and ugly. But at least it's not a pink diaper with little zoo-animal prints!  

Sometimes if Daddy has me in a very short kilt or jumper, I'm allowed to be in full-bottomed, sheer knickers, which I think are cute because my bum is visible.

In reality, I know Daddy likes these style of sheer panties so he can tell right away if I was caned or paddled at "school". A spanked bottom pops colour through these quite effortlessly.

While Daddy was off cyber-frolicking with Miss Julie, I spent my days in class with Mistress Andrea. Like literally...in class and I was literally...enrolled in subjects. Day one I arrived with my little back-pack and a lunch that Daddy packed for me, only to see written on the chalkboard in huge letters:

"COCK APPRECIATION"

Turns out, this was my first subject of the day. 

It was terribly humiliating for me to be dressed the way I was in front of Mistress, sitting in a little school desk and having to raise my hand if I needed to use the washroom.

I had to address her as "Ma'am", always. And she was very liberal with her use of the school cane and a Scottish strap known as a tawse (which I learned the name of in my spanking appreciation classes...hehe). 

I think in this moment captured below, she was setting a 30-minute timer on her phone, which was my first shame and punishment on this particular day, for scoring below an 85 on a quiz. Yes...I have two quizzes per day and I have to obtain a mark of 85% or higher, otherwise I am punished. 

I was relieved of my jumper and displayed in the corner in only my bra, sheer knickers and knee socks. Luckily there were no other students in the class that day! I would have died of embarrassment.  

When the 30-minutes was up, I took a dozen sizzling strokes of the cane, right on the bare. My knickers were pulled down to my knees and I had to bend and touch my toes. After my caning I had to face Mistress with my knickers still down and pussy on full display, while holding out my bare palms for the tawse. 

Mistress however, was in-fact very patient with me and my gawd she knew a lot about kink and bdsm. 

As the school days passed I could tell this phase of my progression was all about theory and less about hands-on sexual activities. I was learning more about how a submissive may feel emotionally about a particular act, rather than what they experience physically. 

We even did some extensive work on the science of giving someone a proper spanking. Like if I'm standing, with my hands on my head and bottom bare, my bum is much more fleshy and loose, versus the tightness that develops if I were to bend and touch my toes. Apparently the fleshiness of the bare bum, based on the position I'm in to be spanked, should dictate what implement to use or ones to shy away from.  

Mistress said it was all about scene safety. The tighter my bum is pulled, like bending at the waist and touching my toes for instance, the more you're going to hit pelvis rather than fleshy bum. So to use like a heavy wooden paddle or bathbrush in this situation could be dangerous.

She even brought in another woman to help demonstrate all of this for me. She appeared slightly older than I and her name was Nancy. 

Poor Nancy took quite the thrashing, in the name of science, as Mistress demonstrated a variety of implement do's and don'ts on her bare butt. 

After lessons like these, reading, online research and actual lectures from Mistress, it would be time for one of her quizzes. An example might be something like:

You have pinned your submissive's legs up and back so their knees are by their ears. This is often known as a diaper position. Given the position, what implement of discipline is the safest choice? 

A. Wooden spoon

B. Leather belt

C. Bath brush

D. Wooden hairbrush  

Some of the more sexual quizzes at my current stage were very much about protocol and etiquette, rather than performing the act itself. 

A random man you are giving a blowjob to has just ejaculated into your mouth, which is the best response:

A. Spit the semen out because you don't know the person, he was just a client of the Upper Floor who wanted to use your mouth. 

B. Swallow his cum, remain kneeling and say, "thank you for your cum Sir"

C. Swallow his cum, stand up and move onto another client's needs 

D. Ask him for a tissue or nearby glass to expel the cum into 

Some subjects are more fun than others, some are very technical, but apart from being caned a few times by Mistress, my grades are good! 

Daddy is always around in the evenings to "tuck me in". We have a lovely little bedtime ritual. I'm still in the frilly pink room / cell, that didn't upgrade when I was promoted, but I kinda like the space now. It's cute and soothing.

Daddy will unlock the cell door and join me in my space. I'm usually in little jammies or in panties and a tee only. He'll take me over his knee and gently spank me over my bottoms. 

Once I'm nice and warmed up, he'll stand and remove his belt and double it over. This is my queue to get my jammies and panties to my ankles and lay over Daddy's knee. I take a fairly thorough licking with the belt but nothing too serious. 

Now my favourite part of our bedtime ritual. Special Daddy kisses!! *squeal*!

In a variety of positions, Daddy will touch, kiss, French kiss and lick my little bum hole, all while I softly masturbate. 

Sometimes all these belt strappings at bedtime and the daily humiliations of my role and my outfits are worth it in the evenings! Gawd Daddy's tongue is so magical! 

I am limited to one orgasm only, which I must perform with my fingers, all while Daddy's tongue is in my bum. It feels so amazing!! I am required to clean my fingers up with my mouth, then Daddy tucks me in. 

Sometimes he'll lay with me until I fall asleep, cooing and soothing me, until it's time for a forehead kiss and lights out, then my cell door is pulled shut and padlocked. Mistress releases me in the morning and if it isn't a day where I have to nip home or into the office, I'm back in my schoolgirl attire and back to class. 

I am really starting to like this phase. It is a healthy balance of discipline, pleasure, humiliation and aftercare, all while learning a heck of a lot about bdsm. I know I need to continue being promoted so I can make it to the upper floor, but if I ever get punished and demoted, I hope I get demoted back to this phase!

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

 Continued in: The New Recruit

 

Annoying Autonomy

Continued from: Run Through by the Tradesmen

I couldn't help but shake my head a little, when I was recently "producing" the last few scenes involving my blogger friend and Goddess, Miss Julie. She said it long ago, when I first tried to describe to her how the Sims works. She suggested it must like herding cats. 

It truly is! It's a labour of love. 

Because the characters in the game can function autonomously, they take every opportunity to do so and will interact with as much as they can, including each other. 

Summer and Mistress Andrea went jogging once, which means their characters disappear from the property and you can’t control them at all. They both come back and I get an alert on the screen that the pair of them are pregnant!! 

I guess there’s a computer-controlled dude out there in the community that Mistress doesn’t have in a chastity cage. Some local swordsman must have banged the pair of them in the bushes or something, whilst out for their jog. 

That being said, I had to wait nine-ish months (in the game’s time), for them to have their babies before I could engage them in “activities” again. 

In the most recent examples, I was trying to get Julie's avatar all set up to kneel and suck a tradesman's cock, while manually masturbating a second man...and suddenly her character was missing. 

She had autonomously gone outside to BBQ and ended up setting the entire thing on fire, along with the patio set. She then runs into the house with her arms flailing in the air hysterically, which was a fun animation to watch. 

The hunky firemen have to show up and rescue our careless Julie and extinguish the fire. Speaking of producing, I'm sure that could be a lovely sex-scene in itself. 

It got me thinking, if you were a hardcore Simmer and played quite a bit, you could actually construct and play-out a domestic discipline relationship within the game. 

Dishes are left out by the avatars, food spoils on the counter and tubs and toilets get dirty, if your wife or husband in the game is a a bit of a slob. 

Uh-oh Jules! That's an awfully dirty sink. You've been home all day too! What have you been doing?? 

Tristan might come back over to fix something and happen to walk-in while Julie is being corrected by the head of the household. How embarrassing! 

I guess it won't hurt if he stays and watches for a bit, as Julie's little feet and legs kick the air. 

Summer just realized she left food out all night, which has now attracted a cloud of fruit flies. She has a little pout going because Mistress Andrea told her to clean it up the day before. The butterflies in her tummy are definitely fluttering at this point, she knows a spanking will be next. 

Julie is into minute 18 of her half-hour cornertime, when she hears the cries and pleas of her roommate Summer, taking a good, hard thrashing. 

It seems these naughty girls need some extra motivation to tidy up around the place. Tristan is a hard working tradesman, he doesn't have the time to clean such things. Julie's character started autonomously cleaning the tub, I'm sure the trip across Mistress Andrea's knee helped. 

Bella was caught masturbating to spanking porn on her tablet, which she careless left open and on the floor for Mistress to find. What a naughty girl! (Sex acts will also occur autonomously if you have the settings adjusted correctly). 

Bella was spanked and sent to the kitchen to clean the sink with tears streaming down her face. 

Sure enough however, as much as you can control and discipline these naughty girls, give it another ten minutes after the cleaning is all done and suddenly Bella and Julie are both missing. *shrug* 

I guess their spankings got the pair of them a little worked up. I found them in Julie's bedroom. Bella was helping herself to Julie's glistening pussy. *shrug* again? WTF.

So if you ever wanted to play-out a domestic discipline arrangement within this game, create your characters and just let them live their lives. You could make a Julie and David, and they would function autonomously, go to work, eat meals and use the washroom. 

Eventually David would leave dishes in the sink. This is where you intervene and tell Julie's character how to address this. Or Julie will forget to pay the bills and Hydro will shut the power off. Then make David's avatar roast her little arse over his knee. 

Yes, Mistress literally had to go out to the mailbox to pay the bills so the power would come back on, otherwise, there would be no light to illuminate these lovely scenes.  

The only work-a-round I have been able to find, to mitigate the wandering autonomy of the girls, is to pen them up. You have to put them into a space with no doors and nothing to interact with. Yes, Julie too!

This way, when it's time for Tristan to empty his balls into Julie's delicate little bum hole, we know exactly where to find her!

Now, rather than Julie wandering off to potentially burn the entire house down, we can instead, enjoy the sight of her boobs flopping about while she gets fucked. 

xoxo