Cum Junkies

Continued from: Pet Play

A while ago, Russell and I collaborated on a post and a punishment actually, of his slave-girl, Sarah Jane. During that particular session, we were calling her a "Cum Brat". She was belt-spanked and given some other emotionally humiliating punishments, because she was taking her orgasms for granted and over-indulging.

The Cum Brat

Women have the biological gift of being able to masturbate and cum repeatedly, back-to-back, with no negative effects or post-orgasmic slump. If women were firearms, their classification would be semi-automatic. 

Sarah Jane is very much like this. When she has been given permission to cum, all that she wants to do is orgasm a second time, and a third and so on. I'm the same way, Summer is...come to think of it, we all are!

From another post, this is Miss Julie below, having at herself after being age regressed and spanked at the retro farmhouse. Did she cap it off at just one cummy? I highly doubt it. She probably went semi-auto on herself while looking at her red bottom in the mirror. 

Cousins Punished Together

As I was reflecting on female versus male climax, it got me thinking about Locktober, and how us dominant women are actually helping the silly men in our lives from becoming junkies. 

Let me ES'plain...

My sissy boys have all told me that prior to being locked in 24/7, enforced chastity, they masturbated on a fairly regular basis. They reported however, that the moment of climax was bittersweet for them, due to the massive, post-orgasmic slump. 

Apparently their cycle of addiction, over years, would go something like this: 

The sissy or male submissive would feel his arousal building, day-after-day, waiting for the moment when he can get his fix. Pants off in front of the computer might work for now, as the silly male begins consuming large amounts of porn, all while pumping jizz from his cock.

Once he gets his fix, he feels the need for a stronger "hit" next time. As a result, the type of porn begins to evolve into more hardcore scenes, more sissy porn and femdom, or any other kinky fetish he has been harbouring.  

He may need to use some accessories this time, just to get more of a thrill. The silly boy plugs his asshole and gags his mouth, all while watching hardcore dungeon bdsm. 

This leads to a powerful, shuddering orgasm for him. It feels great but it's short-lived. He slumps quickly into the post-orgasmic mode and no longer wants a gag in his mouth or a plug up his ass. Basically, all that happened here was a junkie getting his fix.

Fast forward months, even years of living this cycle and now our silly male has to masturbate like this: 

Nipples clamped, cross-dressed, anally plugged and sucking on a dildo is the only way this junkie is satisfied with taking a "hit" now.

He might self-spank, he might have an online Domme by this point, telling him to perform this way for her, spank himself and degrade himself. Maybe he films his moment of climax for his Mistress, showing her how well he can take a facial. He holds his mouth open like a slut, trying to catch the flying streams of cum and swallows it all down like a good sissy. 

Shortly after this fix, ALL of this masturbation infrastructure will be cleaned up and put away. His sissy attire and heels will be removed, plugs, wigs...all of it. His post-orgasmic self wants nothing to do with looking like, or acting like a sissy slut.

Until...

He needs another fix.

It is at this point, or at this stage of their cycle, where they usually seek out a more real experience. It is at this stage when the silly boys come to see me, and pay for my services. If I had to assign a title to this, an identity, it would be submissive male, with sissy tendencies and a craving for deeper feminization, up to and including bi-curiosity. 

Anyone who has followed this blog and these stories will know that my very first move in fixing the addicted junkie, is cold turkey. Tamper-proof, highly secure, inescapable chastity cages. It may seem cruel, but the subby male actually wants to break his vicious cycle, or so he thinks. 

Go ahead sweetie...watch all the porn you want. Even when I'm not there to supervise I know he cannot conventionally masturbate. His keys are safe with me. I then go ahead and mark 14-days in my calendar. 

Fourteen days is my personal mantra as it relates to chastity and male orgasm denial. I won't even begin to consider training him, until I'm certain he has not had a conventional orgasm in that time. And with the cock cages I use, it is quite literally impossible. 

When I eventually show up, he will be overflowing with sexual energy, desire and submission. Almost too eager to serve and please, becoming needy and overwhelming. That being said, I'll cool his jets a little, by roasting his sissy ass over my knee. 

What does a male do, after they have cum inside you, lights off, in vanilla missionary? That's right, they roll over and fall asleep. Or...if you were a booty call, they dress quickly, get their shit and get outta there. 

With the denial in place, all of his sexual energy is no longer blasted into his hand, it's all directed at me!

"Oh, you want to put your tongue into my asshole? For an hour you say? That's sweet of you my sissy boy. Mistress likes when you fuck her bum with your mouth."

"I know you want me to unlock you so you can cum, sweetness...but the minute you do you'll want to take off all your girly lingerie, isn't that right?"

"Here, let's try this instead. Get it nice and wet for 'Mommy'."

"It's ok if you gag and wretch like that, men like that..."

"Should we try to milk a little cum out of your clitty, you must be so pent up for Mommy?"

"No, not this time sweetie, the cage stays on, it's a different kind of milking. If you take my cock, we'll talk about unlocking you in a few days, how does that sound, princess?" 

"Good guuuuuuurl!" 

Discipline, Dominance and Denial are the three pillars of female dominance. Denial, in my opinion, being the most important of the three, if done correctly. 

And by the looks of the above, I think I'm doing it correctly...

Now as for Russell, who I coerced into a full celebration of Locktober, is now approaching 25 days in the cage. Defeated, desperate and ready for release. But he still has no idea who is holding the key the his chastity device.

The girls have not been shy in putting his pent-up sexual energy to good use and teasing him relentlessly. 

Apparently it's a thing nowadays, to be a really cute and sexy gamer-girl? Then film yourself video-gaming? I dunno...

Both Summer and Cassie are into it. I guess it helps with the "other" content they create. 

I guess some new game recently came out called Starfield, that the two of them are right into. I guess the game is so massively expansive that you can spend hours exploring 1000 different planets or something? (Too involved for me. Give me my Contra or Double-Dragon). 

I watched Cassandra play it for at least two hours the other day. She made Russell massage her asshole with his tongue the ENTIRE time! His face essentially became her gaming chair. 

And Summer, during her gaming breaks, would ask Russell to peel her little socks off with his teeth, then massage her bare feet with his lips. 

Either one of them could be his keyholder. Disobedience to any of their requests could result in the keyholder adding additional time to his Locktober. He had no choice but to adhere to their orders. 

As for me, also a possible keyholder from his perspective...

I made sure he understood what female supremacy means, by maintaining his discipline when the girls were done with him. 

He had plenty of time to reflect on his current state of denial and submission to us women, while standing in the corner in his tightie-whities. 

Then it was over my knee for a little maintenance...

Have I mentioned this before? I love Locktober! 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Fourth Guest

  

 

Pet Play

Continued from: The Three Bears

A Sarah Jane story

Way back, when Daddy first began my slave training, I was kept in a diaper if you remember? I had to earn my progression of submissive growth, through good behaviour and obedience. When the diapers and corresponding ABDL outfits were introduced, I was mortified, as an adult woman, to be forced to wear such things. Even worse, Daddy encouraged me to pee into my diaper at this stage. Fuck! 

I remember a specific moment. It was one of the first times I was encouraged to pee into the diaper I was wearing. I pouted and cried out and threw a huge tantrum which ultimately landed me over Daddy's knee for a spanking. I remember him then saying to me: 

"If you don't use your diaper like a good baby girl, I'll walk you outside on leash and you can cock your leg and pee on the grass." 

As soon as those words left Daddy's lips I felt the surge of arousal grab-hold of my cunt. Butterflies flurried in my tummy and I squeezed my thighs together. Why was the thought of this so horrific but arousing. 

Why do I do this to myself? Why do I ask for these things to be done to me? 

It was brought to my attention by "Madame Trainer", that my stage of dreadful pony training was nearing its completion. The humiliation was colossal. Having to high-knee prance beside Bella, accessorized, whipped and listening to the constant jingle of bells from our nipples and sometimes our pussy lips. 

This was Bella and I, just last week. Gawd it was dreadful, but even now, it's making me wet. 

Fom a naked, dungeon sex slave, having all three of my holes used 'round-the-clock, to the plush and pastel comforts of my ABDL time, my journey was reaching its summit. After the diapers, came "little girl" clothing and ruffled socks, followed by two stages of being a schoolgirl, then a slutty Secretary and now I'm working on my grace, posture and core throughout this pony business. 

It was difficult to pick a favourite. Each stage of this brilliantly conceived plan came with its own unique pleasures, discomforts and humiliations. Although the pony slave training was utterly degrading, it wasn't dehumanizing enough for me and I don't know why. 

Why do I want this? Why does my filthy cunt want to make me do this? 

In a vulnerable moment in the stables with Mistress, when she was about to tell me that I would finally be promoted to the Upper Floor, to the highest rank at her Facility on the submissive side, I stopped her.   

All I could picture was crawling outside on the cool grass, fully naked wearing only a collar and leash. Being led to a specific area and told to lift my leg and pee. I felt sick to my stomach imagining this, all while my clit ached and throbbed at the possibility of this actually happening. 

I asked Mistress Andrea if she could do a pet-play scene with me, before I make it to the Upper Floor. Maybe I didn't believe my naughty cunt, or I was resentful toward her. Maybe I was asking to be dehumanized like this, so I could prove to my pussy: "See...See, I told you I wouldn't like this!"

Daddy joined Mistress on the day of my session, which I was overjoyed about. But it was made clear to me that I was Mistress' pet! I wasn't gagged for this session and outside of moans and yelps, I was to be non-verbal. I would be clapped at and whistled at to get my attention, but I was not to respond verbally. 

Mistress put me in a head-harness with little ears and I was fitted with a wide collar. Apart from that, my only clothing was black, satin wrist-gloves and a pair of nylon knee-highs in black. It was a very vulnerable outfit. My tits dangled helplessly and cunt remained bare and exposed. 

Finally, a silicone plug with a cute pet-tail was placed into my asshole. I was directed to the corner to face the walls and wait. 

I was trembling from the corner, with anticipation, nervousness and arousal. Each footstep behind me made me tense-up and clench the invading object that was deep in my ass. I could hear a lot of things being set up behind me, before I was permitted to turn around and take it all in. 

There was a lovely plush dog's bed, a pet-bowl with my name on it (that was extra humiliating) and a metal cage. I crawled on my hands and knees over to the soft bed. I wanted to crawl right under the floor due to the embarrassment, but I curled up in my bed instead. I was happy to see my Daddy present, despite the state he was seeing me in. 

Mistress commented on how cute I was, while Daddy invited me onto his lap for a snuggle and a kiss.

Mmmm. Now I was purring for real! 

This brief moment of comfort was interrupted by Mistress striking me on the boob with a rolled up newspaper. 

"Off the furniture!" She snipped at me. 

I crawled back onto the floor as she struck me twice more, on the ass and hip with her newspaper. 

We played fetch once I was on the floor. I wanted to die from the humiliation. Mistress tossed a giant dildo toward me and I had to pick this up with my mouth, crawl it over to her and drop it at her feet. 

As usual, my naughty cunt was loving every minute of this, slickening my inner thighs, and I hated her for it! 

After a few repetitions of fetch, I was told I could have a treat. My little dog bowl that had my name on it was filled with Fruit Loops. I suppose this part could have been worse…

The session was long and emotionally challenging for me, but my pussy never lost interest. My role gradually and slowly became more sexualized as time went on. Mistress had me remove her heels so I could sniff and lick her feet. 

Then it was Mistress' ass. The quintessential "dog greeting" as it was described to me. I have no problem going down on a woman now and even licking her asshole, but when it was explained to me as a "dog greeting", it made things dreadfully degrading. 

I sniffed her bum from my knees, then sniffs to her asshole, before finally licking it furiously. 

I'm not sure why Daddy didn't get sexually involved in any of this. He was enjoying watching me, but his pants never came off during any of this. 

Then came the moment I had fantasized and masturbated about, time and time again. It was actually happening for real and I didn't know how I was going to react. A leash was clicked onto my collar and I was led out the patio door on my hands and knees, out into "public", to cock my leg with my ass in the air and pee onto the lawn. 

Emotionally, I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry, as I felt my hot piss sprinkle my inner thighs.  Physically, my stomach felt like it was first punched, then plummeted 15 floors in an elevator shaft. All of this however, was outperformed by the sensations I felt in my cunt. She won, yet again because she's a greedy whore. She let me be subjected to this dehumanizing behaviour, just so she could get off on it. 

My pussy is a sadistic, inhumane, slut!

She won in the end. She got what she wanted from me. Mistress let me cum while she and Daddy watched me ride the Sybian.

I was outward facing in the corner. Mistress set up her phone to film me and captured my second cummy, which was probably the hardest and heaviest orgasm I've ever had in my entire life. Shamefully powerful!

My entire body was limp. I was nothing more than a collapsed puddle on the floor. Daddy remained vastly uninvolved, but Mistress treated me to a nice fucking, by lifting my tail out of the way and entering my sopping wet cunt. 

I didn't even have the strength to participate. I just laid there limp, on my tummy, allowing myself to be fucked by Mistress Andrea as Daddy watched. 

When Mistress was done with me, I got a much-needed break in my crate. She told me to scratch at the padlock on the crate door, if I needed to go out to pee again, and we would start this whole ordeal all over. Fuck!

I was led outside for three more pees on the lawn that day! 

I guess I must really hate this pet-play stuff, huh? 

There’s nothing left that could ever shock or surprise me now. I’m ready for the Upper Floor. I’m ready to be a sex slave!

sarah pet 

xoxo 

Continued in: Cum Junkies

  
 

The Three Bears

Continued from: Shell Game

Locked-up, chastity boys tend to rediscover their tongues, when they can no longer use their dicks. 

How convenient for the three woman who all hold the key to Russell's obedience, through the month of Locktober! 

If you recall, between Summer, Cassandra and I, one of us has the real key to his cock cage, two of us have a placebo key. It must be extra frustrating for poor Russ, not knowing who his actual keyholder is. The girls were eager to begin using and abusing their newfound power over him. I wasn't shy, I did the honours first! 

I made Russell kneel and kiss my ass, then a lovely greeting to my asshole, while I was dressed in something I knew would be like kryptonite to his poor penis. 

Yep! That's the tongue of a chastity boy...

I greedily indulged myself in several orgasms, reminding him that I could be his REAL keyholder. 

"You better make love to my pussy with your mouth, pet, or Locktober will be the only month you ever know!" I teasingly threatened. 

"Maybe my ebony hairbrush will help motivate that tongue of yours, hmm..?" 

He did a good job. I petted his hair and cooed, "good boy," to him, as I enjoyed the sight of me glistening off his lips. 

Between Summer's yoga stunt outside and my oral indulgences, I think we had tortured Russell enough for one day. I bid him farewell with some instructions for tomorrow. 

"I think Summer wants to spend some time with you tomorrow, sweetie...maybe some more yoga?" I hissed to him in a devious chuckle. 

He can fall asleep tonight, unable to masturbate about the mental image of my wife, which I'm sure is burned into his mind:

And then there's that pesky morning boner. If only he could relieve the pressure, all over the small of Summer's back maybe? That lovely little void, just above the dimples on her back, where all that cum could pool and collect? 

I know, I know. I'm cruel...

But this is what these Locktober boys want! From my experience, chastity is a male-initiated fantasy for most couples and playmates who use cock cages. All I'm doing is making them pay for it! 

I think Russ was a little shocked to see Summer playing a "little" the next morning when he came to see her. I basically told the girls they could do whatever they want with Russell, during Locktober, provided it's all S.S.C. 

"Ummm, ahhh...Hi, I mean, good morning Miss Summer." 

"Oh Dadddddddy! You don't have to call me that." 

"I've missed you, Daddy!"

Summer purred to Russell in her baby voice, latching onto him like a true little, longing for her caregiver. 

She laid it on thick and I'm sure she had his poor cock throbbing in those metal bars. 

"Can you give me special Daddy kisses? It aches down there again, Daddy!"

"But I've been such a naughty girl Daddy, I think I need a spanking first!" 

She continued her relentless attack of cuteness, as poor Russell indulged in her taboo fetish. She slid across his knee like a snake, and hoisted her beautiful ass in the air, all while speaking to Russ in her baby voice. 

"Daddy...can I hold my stuffie while you spank me...in case it hurts..."

I think Summer has Daddy wrapped around her little finger!

He came to see me before he left for the day. 

"Did you spend some time with Summer?" I innocently asked, like I didn't know. 

"I did Mistress, thank you. She's....ummm, she's very soft." 

I chuckled and didn't respond to that. Instead, I told him to come back tomorrow as Cassie was interested in seeing him. 

Time to unleash Cassandra the wildcat! Poor Russ is in deep shit now! 

I could faintly hear like German death metal music, pounding from upstairs and the sounds of Cassandra occasionally screaming at Russell. 

Sheesh! The poor girl, she must have a lot to emotionally unpack...

I was laying in bed with Summer, we were minding our own business, when Cassie clicked into the room asking to borrow the bullwhip. She had a bit of a crazed look in her eyes. 

"Remember, Cassie...we use safewords in this house!" I called out to her.

I think she murmured something about hating men, under her breath as she left. Eeeek! I was starting to feel sorry for Russell. 

I must say, he was pretty vulnerable and sheepish when Cassie was done with him and he creeped into my office. He sat down a little...gingerly I would describe it as. Hehe.

"That little one, Mistress...She's too hard!" 

"Awww, my baby. Are you ok?" I cooed to Russell in my 'Mommy' voice. 

"Yes Ma'am, it's just...this Locktober thing, I thought it would be only YOU who..."

I shushed him with my fingertip against his lips and began to coo to him and make kissy-lips at him.

"Shhh...shhhh huni. Mommy will make it all better young man. We can go upstairs and you can get Mommy's slippers for me, hmm? The ones with the firm, rubber soles?" 

"Then you can go across Mommy's knee for a little while..."

"You can thank me with your tongue when it's all over...hmm? How does that sound, sweetie? 

"Mmmm, That sounds just right, Mommy." 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

  

Shell Game

Continued from: Happy Locktober

I had a fun and devious idea for Russell, as he navigates the challenges of the month of Locktober. My idea was to simply make it more challenging. Ha! 

Instead of follow the pea, it was going to be...follow the key!

It wasn't until October 4th, yesterday, that I could get Cassandra over to the Facility, Summer home from work and to get Russell freed-up so he could report to my office. I think he was a little shocked when he saw all three of us waiting for him. 

His eyes lowered in our presence, looking at our feet and heels first. This is what Russell was conditioned to do in the presence of female dominance, so it took him a few moments before he noticed the keys. 

The internal brass locks of modern chastity devices have very distinctive keys. 

To the enlightened, those fortunate enough to play in the BDSM world, the key is unmistakably telling, when observed on a woman's necklace or anklet.  

Russ, now in the presence of three beautiful women and feeling very vulnerable, just noticed that each of us were wearing a chastity key. 

Without hesitation, I explained to him how his Locktober experience would unfold. 

"Russell honey..."

"One of us, is wearing the actual key to your chastity cage. Which means only one of us has the ability to unlock you at the end of the month." 

"Oh...ummm, yes Mistress Andrea."

"And as you are well aware young man, the 31st of October doesn't mean you instantly earn your release. Rather, the end of the month is a time to assess and reflect on your behaviour during the month and your devotion and service to your keyholder, correct? 

"Yes, Mistress Andrea." 

"But since you don't know which one of us is your actual keyholder, you should likely be on your best behaviour around all of us? 

Russell finally got it now. It took a minute for this predicament to sink in, before he truly absorbed his peril. He groaned out loud, as I began to escalated his torment.

"If Miss Summer needs her toes sucked on after a long day at work, your reply to her will be...?"

"Yes, Miss Summer." Russell replied to me while looking at her. 

"If Miss Cassandra tells you to strip bare and get across her knee, you will say...?"

"Yes, Miss Cassandra, right away, Ma'am." 

That one really had Russell blushing and humiliated. Cassie is like 20 years younger than him!  

"Good boy." I praised. 

"Now, I think Summer needed your help lifting something. Would you mind, young man?" 

"Of course, Mistress." 

This part was all scripted, I was holding back a giggle fit. Summer had since left my office to go change into her "yoga wear"...if you wanna call it that. Here's the actual Summer below: 

And she was waiting for Russell outside by the lawn.

"I thought you wanted me to lift something, Miss Summer?" Russell said to her in a puzzled but desperate manner. 

"I do," she replied in her most innocent tone, "my legs...help lift my legs. It's a yoga pose, silly." 

Haha! That's my little minion! Her arse and legs in those pants are just breathtaking. 

Poor Russell! 

The tip of his chastity cage in his pants was literally resting on Summer's sit-spots. 

That's it, my girl, spread those legs for Russell! He's probably just horrified with frustration right now, and it's only day 4!

😈

Things didn't get much better for him when the yoga was over and he came back inside. I had changed clothing too!

"Ooopsie. I dropped a pencil." 

Hehe. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Three Bears