I Often Envy Submissives

Continued from: Dealing with a spoiled brat

I'm always in control. Always. 

In both my professional life as a Dominatrix and my personal life as the Head-of-Household and Disciplinarian over my wife Summer, I'm in charge. Many of my clients are in similar situations. They are Office Managers, Teachers, Nurses or corporate roles as constant decision makers. At home there is no escape from this either. My clients are relied upon to pay the bills, cook the dinners and drop the kids to soccer practice. 

As a submissive, decisions are made FOR you. The heavy burden of being in control is taken away from you. Sometimes, you don't even need to decide what to wear. Your dominant chooses for you and dresses you to their wishes. This is very freeing and liberating. It's probably why my Facility is so busy these days. People need liberation from constantly being in control. 

I often envy submissives. I was Russell's submissive for almost three years. I sometimes miss those days. 

It's funny how the world works though. Russell is about to have sex with my submissive wife, and I'm about to ask my wife's best friend Vanessa, to Domme me. I was ready for a little subby time. I needed the paradoxical freedom it provides and my mouth was watering at the thought of her!

Gawd just look at her! 

*moaaaaaaan!* 

She was at my kitchen table currently, eating fruit when Summer and I agreed to our hall-pass arrangements. Summer wanted some real dick for a change, she chose Russell. I was infatuated by Vanessa and the dominance she wields over her sissy husband, I chose her. Now I just had to ask her. 

She's younger than me, wilder than me (not as wild as Cassandra) and slightly taller than me. It was perfect! I was both nervous and excited.

"Guh...Goddess Vanessa?"

She giggled. "You don't have to call me that, Mistress?" 

"But I want to." I replied sheepishly, my hands nervously clenching a napkin in my lap. "I want to because...ummm....I want to be YOURS for a night, Goddess." 

There it was. I threw it out there. 

"Oh I SEE." Vanessa purred, sitting up in her chair and pinning her shoulders back in a confident manner. 

"Summer's cool with this I guess?" Vanessa probed. 

"Oh yes Goddess, she's doing a hall-pass too, with Russell." I replied. 

Vanessa laughed out loud. "Oh what a slut! Back in the day, in our late teens, I could never keep her away from the dick! I guess the little junkie needs her fix huh?" 

"I guess so Goddess. Russell is the only "dick" I'd ever trust with my wife." I replied with confidence. 

Vanessa, now a bit nervous and bashful herself, cutely confirmed with me. "So, you want to be my submissive for the night. Just you and I, anything I want?" 

Fuck! Fuck! My face was going soooo red! Is this what my clients feel when I make then verbally confess what they want, that they like it, just to shame them? 

"Yes Goddess Vanessa." I peeped out. Lowering my gaze to the floor. She noticed how vulnerable I was in this very moment. 

"Awww. Andrea huni, it's ok. It's ok to want this, regardless of your usual role. Of course I'll accept. I'll happily play with you anytime!" Vanessa spoke softly as she rubbed my shoulder. 

I had butterflies like you wouldn't believe, as Vanessa got up to head out. She seductively purred to me as she left, "I'll text you the details in a few days young lady. You'll be coming to my house." 

Oooo! An outcall. 

I'm used to the comfort and security of my own place for such D/s activities. This evoked a new dimension of vulnerability within me, being removed from the familiarity of my own home. 

The following days passed with anxiousness and damp panties, as I awaited my queue from Goddess Vanessa. I told Summer that her session with Russell and Sarah Jane could take place in our bedroom, if she wished and that it would be best to do it on the same day or night that I go to Vanessa's. 

Sure enough, the much anticipated text eventually came. 

FUCK...fuck, fuck! 

I felt that one right in my clit! I was someone's pet again! Simply their plaything, to do with as they please. It felt so good to just obey and not have to plan or be in charge or coordinate anything. 

Her messages didn't end there. Even more liberating for me, I didn't have to decide on an outfit either. 

*gulp*

Ballet flats?! Really. Any manner of flats, so gross! So lazy and slovenly. I'm not I even sure I own any. Summer certainly doesn't, outside of runners. Maybe Cassie has some...

And! Rope?! She wants me rope-tied? Curiouser and curiouser, this tumble down the rabbit-hole was becoming.  

On the afternoon of my session with Vanessa, Summer did a masterfully artistic rope-tie of my torso. She indeed had some newly acquired skills and the classes she had been taking were paying off. 

It looked similar to this, minus the bit-gag:  

The soft rope she deliberately tied to cascade along each side of my pussy lips. This caused a puffy and aroused appearance, while accentuating my clit. The two strands met in my bum crease like a thong and connected with a strategically placed knot resting directly against my bottom hole.

I felt sexy, I felt vulnerable. Apart from the overcoat and the gross ballet flats, I was naked otherwise. I was feeling very exposed and submissive, as Summer drove me to Vanessa's while the sun was beginning to set. With a kiss to my cheek she wished me a very adorable, "bonne chance."

I returned the good luck wishes, telling her good luck and to have fun with Russell and Sarah. She giggled and blushed, clearly excited to be taken by a real cock for a change. She deserves it, she's a good girl! 

I took a deep breath and approached the door. Vanessa was already waiting for me, fully geared up and looking breathtakingly dominant.  

No small-talk, no tea or wine. I guess we're jumping right into this without delay. Vanessa didn't even have panties on! Her pussy was beautifully framed by her lingerie with a perfectly shaved landing strip of raven-black stubble. 

She towered over me in her stilettos. Stupid ballet flats! But I understand why she would want to do this and want me to feel this way in her presence, given my usual role. 

I greeted her by formal title, calling her Goddess. She simply smiled. I couldn't quite get a read from her lone, green eyes. Is this what I look like? Towering over some trembling submissive, completely confident and in control? 

It was good for me to experience this and see this actually. To see this side and feel the vulnerability my clients must feel in my presence. 

"Take off your shoes." Vanessa suddenly spoke, snapping me from my introspection. She then unfastened my coat to peel me open like a present, exposing the elaborate red ropes.  

I was happy to be rid of the ballet flats, but I think I felt even more exposed and vulnerable being barefoot, while she stood in her killer stilettos and laser-straight stockings. 

"Take off your coat." Escaped her lips next. Vanessa's femdom style was interesting to me. She wasn't barking these orders at me. She wasn't seductively hissing them at me either. Her voice, slightly above a whisper, just matter-of-factly spoke these commands for me to obey. 

Her style was working. I was plagued with butterflies and I could feel my clit fighting with Summer's expertly positioned crotch ropes. 

"Turn." She said next, in her unique style of instruction. 

She was inspecting me! I felt so electrified yet so little and vulnerable. She ran her fingertips across my shoulder with her "wet-look" gloves. My entire body turned to goosebumps instantly! I was trembling with arousal. 

"Get up those stairs, pet." 

Ohhhh fuck! That one was a little more pointed and aggressive. 

"Yes Goddess," I peeped out. 

This is actually happening! Holy shit!

Meanwhile, back at home, my wife was lowering herself onto Russell's cock, as Sarah Jane was forced to watch from her position of shame and humiliation. 

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Hall Passes

  

  

 

Dealing with a Spoiled Brat

Continued from: The Cum Brat

A Sarah Jane story

Hi everyone, it's Sarah again. I'm going to be grounded to my bedroom after I post this so I'll type slowly and take my time when I describe my spanking to all of you. Yet I've just realized this is a horrible predicament because it's very uncomfortable to sit right now. 

I'd rather be on my tummy on my bed, sobbing into my stuffie. 

"Mr. Bun Buns" was my cuddly companion throughout my age regressed phases of this journey I've been on. I spent a lot of time holding his little ear while standing in the corner with my pull-ups at my knees and red bum on display.

But what to do now?? *foot stomp*

Sit here and stall and dawdle and endure the pain of sitting? Or finish my task quickly to be grounded to my room?  Grrrr! 

I'll begin with a revelation I had. 

Doesn't it suck when something you despise doing, or having to do in my case, turns out to serve its intended purpose? Thirty minutes in the time-out corner sucks! It's boring and the slight elevation of my Mary Jane heels makes my feet hurt and I'm humiliated and dressed like a little girl and it just plain sucks! 

As the agonizing minutes tick by and the humiliation causes my pussy to betray me, the boredom forces me to begin thinking about why I'm in the corner in the first place. 

Intended purpose of cornertime? That's 1-0 for Daddy. 

I thought about a specific request he had for me the other day. It was the on the 16th of August. He sent me this awesome bdsm video of two slave girls in a dirty factory-type setting. One poor girl was gagged, presumably with her own panties and tape. She was crotch-rope tied, her nipples were clamped and she was strung up in a bondage pose with spreader bar, forced onto her toes. 

Her friend, I assume these two were abducted by their male captor together, is being presumably "forced" to practice her deepthroating skills on a dildo. She is likely under threat to keep going on the dildo, lest she wind up like her friend, strung up and beaten. 

So as the video started for me, this was the initial scene: 

The girl on the left had her nipples clamped and affixed to her dildo stand. This was a nice move I thought. Trapped by her own nipples!

The girl on the right. Her crotch rope is tied to her ponytail to keep her head up and forward. Way more shameful! She can't hide from her punishment now. Her nipple chain seems to be around her neck, causing pressure and tugging if she moves too much. 

The strung-up girl is spanked and whipped with a belt the entire time. She screams her way through the whole torturous scene while her legs shake from her tip-toed position. 

Her friend, now covered in her own drool and slobber, deepthroats that realistic cock, the entire time. It's a long video. It's 18 minutes long and my Daddy knows this is exactly the sort of treatment I crave and want. This is the style of maledom I like. I wanted to take the place of both of these women, as I watched this. 

Daddy allowed me to masturbate while I watched the full length of this video. I was also, shockingly, permitted to cum at will, provided I recorded the times within the video that I orgasmed. 

*blush* I'm embarrassed about the next thing I want to say...

I came five times while watching this clip! The first one occurring at the 2:42 mark. My second orgasm, which was heavy and shuddering, at the 5:28 mark. Then, like the spoiled little cum-brat that I am, I came three more times! Five orgasms Daddy gifted me. I really was his spoiled little girl. 

Intended purpose of cornertime? Self-reflection? Dammit....2-nothing for Daddy.

He keeps my orgasms controlled so I am in a perpetual state of arousal, on edge and ready to serve him. My orgasms, when permitted, are like a gift to me. And now I just had five in a row, didn't journal about my previous ones then even forgot about one and when it occurred. 

I took for granted these lovely gifts. I took advantage of how kind my Daddy is to me. Fuck!

3-nothing Daddy. Acceptance of consequences!

This is when the fear of the spanking sets in, while I was in the corner. I knew it was going to be long and severe. This was right around the time my thirty minutes was coming to an end and I was called to Daddy's side, to face him for the first time. 

Of course I was bawling. 4-0 for Daddy. The cornertime was long enough to reach the self-pity phase, apologetic phase and begging for Daddy to not be disappointed with me. Bawling at him to please spank me, because I know I'll be forgiven afterwards. Spank me long and hard, just don't be disappointed in me! 

See how sucky this is! When you realize this process works. Sucky cornertime achieved its intended purpose! This sucks! 

Well. I got what I had coming to me and I know I deserved it. I got hand-spanked first, followed by the strap, two hairbrushes, a dozen with the cane then finally, Daddy's belt. I was a frantic mess by the end. 

Snot, tears. I was cough-crying. Daddy held me close to tell me I was forgiven and I sobbed into his shoulder, apologizing for being a spoiled little brat. 

Then, with the scent of pink baby lotion enveloping the room and enveloping my nostrils, I was about to undertake another agonizing thirty minutes in time-out, displayed and shamed. This is the point Mistress walked in on us, and asked what was up. 

I heard Daddy telling Mistress why I got a spanking. My face burned with embarrassment from my corner, when he revealed to her that I masturbated myself to five cummies! I heard words like spoiled being used, brat and ungrateful, when he told her about the journal I failed to do. Daddy was clearly still fuming with me. Then I heard Mistress speak. 

"This is actually good timing. I have something to talk with you about. Does Sarah Jane need to be punished further?" Mistress asked Russ. 

"Yes!" I heard my Daddy reply. He didn't even hesitate. 

Then the two of them began to whisper, which was humiliating and annoying. They were likely whispering about me! I heard Summer's name spoken. I heard the term hall-pass. That was about all I could extract from their whispering. 

Mistress clicked out of the room and the final minutes of my cornertime came to an end. When Daddy released me I crawled on my hands and knees over to him. His pants were off and his cock was in his hand. My ritual was so drilled into me that nothing had to be said. 

"May I please suck your cock Daddy?" I said as I looked up at him. 

"Yes you may young lady," was his reply, adding a touch of youthful vulnerability for me. 

"Thank you Daddy." Was my next response, followed by a gentle kiss to the tip of his penis before taking him into my mouth. 

I love when it grows in my mouth Daddy! 

As I sucked him off he calmly spoke. He didn't ask me anything, as my mouth was full of his dick, he just told me what was going down. 

"Summer wishes to join us for a playdate." He said. 

"Since you've lost some appreciation of how good you have it and the lovely gift of orgasm that Daddy grants you, you're going to be taught a further lesson young lady." 

I could only groan onto his cock. Not knowing what this new punishment would entail. 

Daddy wasted no time in telling me. 

"When Summer joins us, you're going to watch me fuck her." He bluntly declared. 

I groaned onto his cock again in desperation. Not really knowing if it was a jealous groan or a groan of pure arousal at the thought of this upcoming humiliation. 

I didn't have long to process what was just said, as Daddy was now blasting his load into my throat. 

Once I swallowed everything down and cleaned up his cock, I kissed the tip once again and simply said, "thank you Daddy." 

Was I thanking him for his cum? Was I thanking him for my spanking? Or was this my implied consent about his statement that he is going to fuck Summer and force me to watch? 

As I sit here typing, I think it was all of the above. I deliberately didn't say anything further in that moment. 

Once I hit this post button, I have to go to my room. I'm grounded for the night. To lay on my tummy and think about watching my Daddy fuck Summer. 

*pout* 

sarah jane 😔

 

Continued in: I often envy submissives

The Cum Brat

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Husband gets Blacked

Continued from: "Thank you for fucking my wife"

Derek's stomach twisted with repulsion and humiliation, as his tongue diligently explored the vascular surface of Anthony's cock. Vanessa stood close-by, ensuring her sissy husband cleaned all remnants of her tangy pussy from Anthony's cock and balls. Derek's embarrassment had reached a pinnacle of emasculation, or so he thought. With no safe-words spoken from her delicate sissy husband, Vanessa took this as a queue to continue her relentless torment. 

"Stand and curtsy to Anthony please honey, thank him for letting you clean me off his beautiful cock," Vanessa cooed to Derek. "And address him as Daddy!"

Derek stood in his elaborate sissy attire, the layers of ruffles and bows a visual representation of his vulnerability and submission. The room seemed to hold its breath as he performed his embarrassingly dainty curtsy and whispered, "thank you Da...Daddy. Thank you for letting me clean your cock." 

The corners of Vanessa's villainous lips curled into a devious smile, watching her husband struggle through such intense humiliation. Yet, she knew little glossy strands of pre-cum would be oozing from his chastity cage and wetting the front of his delicate satin panties. 

Vanessa then turned and spoke to Anthony. "I'm going to change into a little something for you my lover. Can you take my husband upstairs and spank him for me? On the bare please. I want him nice and red before you fuck him." 

Derek's mouth went dry and his hands began to tremble. The gauntlet had just been laid out by Vanessa, as to what the rest of the evening would entail. His heart pounded in his chest as he carefully negotiated the stairs in his darling Mary Janes. 

Anthony waited for a safe-word to escape Derek's painted lips and left enough time for him to protest or tap out of the scene. Upon hearing neither, Anthony continued where Vanessa left off. 

"Dress off and panties off young lady. Park your nose in the corner. Daddy will be up shortly." 

Anthony's deep voice reverberated through Derek, causing his bottom lip to quiver as he tried desperately to fight off tears. 

Derek took a deep breath and exhaled with a sigh of humility and sexual frustration, as he caught his own reflection in the vanity mirror. His gaze caught site of his flaccid penis, trapped behind the metal bars of chastity. This caused Derek's mind to turn quickly back to the giant penis he recently had in his own mouth and the way it tasted of his wife's arousal. Derek's mouth began to water slightly, as he reflected on Anthony's glistening cock.  

After spending a little too long at the mirror, mesmerized by his own transformed reflection, Derek suddenly heard heavy footsteps ascending the stairs. He quickly rushed to the corner, as Daddy had instructed. He certainly didn't want to face the consequences of being out of position when Daddy entered the room. 

The floors creaked behind Derek, letting him know that Daddy was now in the room and witness to his dreadfully vulnerable state.

 

"Well young lady," Anthony spoke sternly. "You heard your wife, get across my lap." 

Derek shamefully shuffled toward the couch, no longer having the protection of panties to conceal his "clit cage". The culmination of all the night's embarrassments, frustrations and humiliations had finally brought Derek to his breaking point. He froze in his tracks and began trembling and bawling his eyes out, desperately pleading with Anthony.

"Please Daddy, don't spank me!!!"

"I'll put out for you Sir, I will! You don't need to spank me!"

Derek's degrading pleas for mercy continued, as Anthony's muscular hand grabbed onto his wrist and man-handled him across his lap. 

Derek's shameful blubbering continued, as the first of the heavy smacks began. 

"Please Daddy, noooo....don't do this!" He cried out. 

Amidst the commotion of pleas and heavy slaps, Vanessa clicked into the room, just as her husband was mewing out a very degrading, "I'll put out for you Daddddddddy!"

"Is that so sissy?" Chimed Vanessa. 

"Show me..." She hissed. 

The defeated and reddened Derek, delicately took Daddy by the hand and led him over to the bed. Vanessa joined the two so she could continue to reassure and coach her husband.  

"Derek," Vanessa's voice was both commanding and nurturing, "I want you to begin by undressing Daddy, slowly and deliberately. Pay attention to his reactions and his desires."

Derek's heart raced as he absorbed Vanessa's instructions, his emotions a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. 

"Once you have undressed Daddy," Vanessa continued, her voice steady, "focus on his pleasure. Attend to his needs, ensuring that he is comfortable and satisfied. It's your task to get Daddy nice and hard for you sweetie. Once he is, you can offer him your bum." 

With a mix of humiliation and embarrassment, Derek followed Vanessa's instructions, slowly turning around to face Anthony on his hands and knees. He felt a shiver of vulnerability as he presented his asshole to Anthony, fully embracing his role as a submissive sissy eager to please.

Vanessa watched with delight as Derek assumed the position, his frilly socks and shiny Mary Janes emphasizing his femininity. "Good girl," she praised, her voice dripping with approval. "Now, wiggle your bum and ask Daddy to fuck you like the sweet little sissy you are."

Anthony, now fully aware of Derek's willingness to submit, stepped closer to him. His hands gently caressed Derek's smooth hips, tracing the contours of his delicate frame. The touch sent shivers down Derek's spine, and he couldn't help but let out a soft whimper of anticipation.

Vanessa remained by Derek's side, offering soothing words of encouragement. "Relax, my sweet sissy," she whispered, her fingers gently running through his hair. "Take Daddy's dick into your bum, just like a girl.”

Anthony couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Derek's locked-up genitals, dangling helplessly beneath him as he obediently wiggled his spanked ass. The contrast between his own fully aroused manhood and Derek's chastity cage was stark and visually striking. It only further emphasized Derek's submissive position and his complete surrender to their desires.

Vanessa, who was watching the scene from the bed, leaned in and whispered in Anthony's ear, "Look how desperate he is for release. That locked-up penis is dripping for you my lover."

Anthony grinned, fully aware of the power dynamics at play. He stroked Derek's exposed bottom, teasing him before gently sliding a finger along the outline of the chastity cage. Derek let out a soft moan, torn between the desire for release and the thrill of being under their control.

"You must be craving release, my little sissy," Anthony said with a playful glint in his eyes. "But you know you won't get it until we say so."

Derek could only nod, the intensity of the situation overwhelming him. He was aching for release, yet the chastity cage reminded him of his role as a sissy, denied of conventional pleasure but rewarded with penetration, just like a girl. 

Vanessa interjected, her voice filled with authority, "You're not here for your pleasure, sissy. You're here to please Anthony and me. So, show us what a good fuck-doll you can be."

Derek's heart raced as he felt Anthony's cock pressing against him, seeking entrance. He braced himself for what was to come, ready to submit fully to their desires and become a vessel of pleasure for both of them.

("Seeking entrance". Well done Chatty!)

Vanessa, being the Goddess that she is, masturbated on the bed while listening to the symphony of grunts and pleas coming from her husband. 

"Please Daddy just slow down. Oh god Daddy it's so big." Derek was bawling out into the room. 

After several toe-curling orgasms for Goddess Vanessa, she stood back to witness the dramatic climax of Anthony shooting his hot cum into her husband's ass. It was a beautiful sight to watch. Derek was truly a Queen of Spades now. 

Two things became clear after this wild night. 

I doubt Derek will ever again have conventional sex like a "real man"... 

...and Goddess Vanessa was my new fuckin' hero!

Oh boy I have a girl-crush. Just look at her! 

Mistress Andrea and "Chatty"

xoxo

Continued in: The Cum Brat