Quality Control

Continued from: Minute Man

A Sarah Jane story

Hello everyone, it's sarah jane.

Just look at these socks! Ohhhh my word. I'd be in so much trouble with Daddy! I'm not sure who this young lady is but she probably has a very red bum! I know I would. (And by "young lady", of course I mean a full-grown adult woman, over the age of consent, which she clearly is, even though her attire does not suggest this). 

As many of you know, after Daddy and I shared a glorious moment of loving devotion followed by some filthy-hot sex, I moved in with him as his 24/7 submissive. His home is not a full-blown fetish and BDSM studio like Mistress Andrea has, but he does have some specialty rooms, designed specifically for my discipline and correction. 

If you remember from last time, there is a long hallway with multiple doors and a stark, lifeless stool facing a full-length mirror. These last few weeks, now under Daddy's roof and Daddy's rules, I have spent some time on the unforgiving rigidness of that stool, nursing a freshly spanked bottom. 

Why, you might ask? 

Two words...that I am getting to know painfully well...QUALITY CONTROL. 

I learned about quality control while under the care of Mistress Andrea at her Facility. Standing with my ankles together, walking on tiptoe when not in heels, or having to perform a curtsy when entering or leaving a room that my dominant was in. 

These were essentially my service standards while at The Facility. I was in-service always, as a submissive sex slave. Now, happily in the service of my Daddy, usually dressed like the above I might add, things are a little more...detailed, I guess I could call it. Daddy takes my service standards to the next level! I think he has a little bit of OCD.

Hehe. (Sorry Daddy, but you DO and it's true! *sticks tongue out*). Fuck, I'm gonna be sorry for that one! 

It was Daddy's attention to fine details that ultimately landed me in the hallway with these dreadful rooms. 

Such as:

If I present myself to Daddy with uneven socks, uneven knee socks or stockings, like the young lady above, I am given a spanking on the spot! 

"C'mon Sarah Jane, you're better than that!" Daddy will scold. 

"You know better than that!" And so on...

Then, regardless of where we are or who else is around, my bottom will be bare and I will be immediately over his knee. His heavy hand will take things well beyond the scope of a warm-up. You know that point when a man's strong hand starts to feel like a wooden paddle?

Daddy will then reach for an implement of opportunity. Wooden spoon or spatula if we're near or in the kitchen, a hairbrush from a bathroom, but he usually just takes off his belt, hauls me back across his knee and thrashes me good and hard. 

Between me kicking and flailing-off articles of clothing during these spankings and Daddy stripping pieces off me, I always end up fully nude. Then I get the dreaded, "go wait on the stool."

My hands cover my flaming bum cheeks and I find myself doing this little scamper/scurry run, usually while sobbing, as I make my way upstairs and onto the rigid stool to wait for my actual punishment. The one that fits the crime and the reason for these rooms. 

A run in my hosiery? Ohhh you better believe I'd be in for it!

Uneven knee socks, caught wearing flats, not walking on my toes when not in heels...White sock bottoms that are not looking so white anymore, dirty or dingy? The list goes on. 

You probably don't have to guess what will happen to me, after my spanking and now nervously waiting in the hallway for the corresponding specialty room. 

This particular room, for quality control violations relating to my feet, has only one bondage apparatus for the purpose of securing and displaying my soles for correction. 

This room really sucks. But, will my knee socks ever be uneven again? Would I present myself before Daddy with a run in my hose? Certainly not. His quality control is at least effective. I only have to touch the hot stove once. 

There is a small array of implements displayed in this room. Light riding crops, small flicker-whips and leather slappers. There are even tens-unit pads for my bare soles. Those REALLY fuckin' suck! 

What do you think of this next one? 

Visible tags left in place and not clipped from panties. Do you see it? 

I told you Daddy has OCD! 

He's not entirely wrong though. I am usually made to wear full sheer panties with my school uniforms and a lot of my pretty, pink sleepwear and lingerie is sheer or lace. I can see how an unsightly tag just screws up the whole aesthetic here.

See the tag in my panties? Daddy brought this to my attention and I ended up in this pose, so I could be shamed and humiliated by having to show all of you!

Then I was thrashed on-the-spot, right over Daddy's knee. His belt came next, always on the bare!

Once again I found myself on the "sobbing stool" as I like to call it now, up in the hallway, humiliated and naked with only my reflection and my thoughts to keep me occupied. But which room would I be headed to? This one could have gone either way. There is a room just for the correction of my pussy where I am secured and presented like this: 

And there is an entirely separate room for the whipping and correction of my little pucker. 

Both rooms are just like the feet-whipping room, with a single bondage apparatus to secure and present me for punishment. It's so embarrassing, to be bound and displayed this way!

Tags in panties, not having my princess parts shaved bald for Daddy...caught wearing improper panties or failing to give myself a good, soapy enema before Daddy fucks my bum, could all land me in either of these two rooms, or BOTH!! 

Again, each room has a collection of whips, straps and floggers of a size and weight suitable for my pussy and bum hole. Each room comes with the electro-pads as well, to shock my pussy lips, clit and anus as part of my correction. 

Lastly, there is a room dedicated to my breasts and nipples. I call this the "tit room". For the life of me I could not think of any manner of quality control relating to my tits. Maybe you readers can help? Like not being in a bra or something, when I'm suppose to be or not getting erect nipples when I should? I dunno...

Leave it to my loving Daddy though...he found something! Of course he did. 

These are a beautiful pair of nipple clamps with bells that Daddy got for me. As you can see they are the alligator style with the little tension wheel on the side, to reduce or increase the pinch. He likes to have me wear these when he fucks me doggystyle. My boobs dangle helplessly and the motion of Daddy pounding me in the ass or cunt, causes my tits to bounce and flop about; thus, causing me to jingle!

*hands over eyes* It's so dreadfully humiliating!

Every nipple is different. Some people clamp just the nipple while others want them to bite the areola and the nipple together. For that reason, Daddy lets me adjust the clamps myself and set the level of pinch. He tells me that he wants a decent grip but nothing excruciating. Just enough that they stay in place, like an ornamental decoration.

Well...

The other day, Daddy was fucking me from behind. I had my bells on and I was gagged. Everything was going fine until one of my nipple bells flew off and hit the floor, because I didn't have it clamped tightly enough. 

I thought nothing of it at the time. Daddy finished and came into my hot cunt, but then I got a very firm spanking, still gagged with jizz oozing out of me! 

I was shocked when I heard, "go wait on the stool." Then it dawned on me, my clamps! So, I was introduced to the final room I had not seen yet. My "tit room".

The setup was simple as usual, just one singular apparatus of bondage to present the area for correction. I was blindfolded and shock-pads were applied first. I think they were set to about a 7, then I was left alone to endure the correction. 

When Daddy finally returned, the pads were removed but my blindfold stayed on. He didn't want me seeing and flinching or anticipating the whipping that came next, all across my boobs and nipples. I was a very sorry young lady after about 25 per nipple with a riding crop. I now understood the importance of quality control at Daddy's house.

But if I know all these rules now and adhere to them...these rooms will be obsolete no? 

I wouldn't purposely do something just to end up back in the hallway...would I? 

Hmmm. Those stocking seams can be tricky...and it would drive Daddy bananas! Should I push my luck?

sarah jane xoxo

Continued in: Pinch Hitter

 

 

 

 

   

Minute Man

Continued from: Like Crazy

A Sarah Jane story

My heart was so full! I was still riding the feels of such a passionate moment that Daddy and I just shared together. I was all his now, and he loved me! 

I don't think I killed the buzz when I asked him to re-shackle me to the bed and take me. If anything, I think I added to and complimented the whole situation. We dipped a toe into the vanilla world of love and intimacy, now it was time to get back to heavenly hash. 

I didn't waste any time...   

"Can you put the gag back in my mouth too, Daddy?" 

As soon as his clothes were off he was ragingly erect and more than ready to fuck me, in my vulnerable state. If his cock had brushed across my stockings I think he would have cum on the spot.

I wasn't suppose to know about this month-long, Locktober thing...but I did! I don't think Daddy believed that I knew about his little secret and knew that his dick was locked into a cage all month. 

Had I not known, I certainly would be suspicious now, after what just went down. He entered me and after what felt like thirty seconds and some rough thrusting, Daddy exploded into my cunt with a huge load of jizz.  

*giggle...oopsie! 

I guess you could say he was pent-up? But I wasn't suppose to know why.

He winked at me, indicating that some sort of new scene was about to begin, then he started his roleplay and began to get angry with me. 

"This was YOUR fault! I never cum that quickly." He said. 

"It's your fault for being too sexy and slutty!" He continued with a small smirk on his face. 

I played along and mewled out a, "I'm sorry Daddy!" 

He removed me from my binds and my gag and told me to present myself for punishment. Having heard him rustling and stripping his belt out of his pants that were on the floor, I quickly bolstered my hips and got into a strapping position, with my ass raised for Daddy. 

Daddy then began to spank me with his belt. They were hard, solid blows, all over my bare bum. The whole time he was whipping me, he would say things like, "I wouldn't have cum so fast if you weren't such a slut." CRACK!

"Say sorry!" CRACK!

"Apologize to Daddy for being a slut!" CRACK!

I fuckin' loved this! And boy did I ever get a good whuppin'.

The whole time I was being strapped, Daddy had masturbated himself erect once again. A full rebound and in record time too! I did what any good belt-whipped wife or girlfriend should do in this situation. I got down on my knees and "thanked him" for my spanking. 

Mmmmm. I could still taste my "slutty cunt" on Daddy's cock.

He was definitely ready to fuck me again. This time, having recently cum, I knew I'd get some longevity out of him. Did I ever! My cunt is still sore as I sit here typing this. 

Toward the end, Daddy told me to lay beside him and jerk him off onto his stomach. He loves the feel of my satin opera gloves on his dick. 

I made sure to milk-out the rest of Locktober's build-up, all over Daddy's tummy, which I diligently lapped-up and swallowed. We were both so emotionally exhausted and now physically exhausted, that we passed out together in Mistress Andrea's bed!

I half-expected her to crawl in beside us at some point during the night but she never did. 

We found her in the kitchen the next morning, chipper as ever and bit disheveled, sporting some sex hair. She told us she went to her friend Vanessa's house last night. Then I caught her blushing a bit too deeply. I guess it was a good night. 

Mistress invited us to breakfast, where I finally had a chance to thank her. To thank her for ALL of this. To thank her for setting me on a course that ultimately landed me in the arms of Daddy! I was so grateful to her and oh so happy. 

Daddy and I had decided last night, that I would be moving in with him, full-time, as his 24/7, live-in submissive. It was a bit humiliating, to sit there over breakfast and listen to Daddy and Mistress talk about what's best for me and what I need. What equipment Daddy has for my discipline and domination and what Mistress can lend him or offer him. 

They both know me well enough at this point that they were not wrong, they DO know what I need. 

In any event, Mistress very graciously offered Daddy the use of her Facility, whenever he wanted. Like having me come back to her stables as a pony slave or be spanked in the classroom in front of a group of other "students". She had the specialty rooms and equipment to accommodate this.

Then she teased me even further by suggesting my "lezzie tongue" will need some pussy from time to time. My face went beet-red. She wasn't wrong anymore. I've orgasmed so many times with my face buried in Bella's snatch, I think I associate my own pleasure with licking pussy now.   

We both thanked Mistress, before Daddy boasted that he had some specialty rooms of his own. Apparently he has a specific hallway on his second floor, lined with several rooms that have been custom-made for my discipline and punishments.

I will soon come to learn what are in these rooms and what discipline and punishment means, while under Daddy's roof. What I do know, spoiler alert, is that I am expected to sit on the stool in this hallway, facing a mirror and apart from my collar, I am to be bare naked as I wait.

Daddy will be in one of these rooms. Each room relates to a specific form of punishment. I just have to sit in nervous anticipation, never knowing which door will open...

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Mistress would like Daddy and I to continue to blog on her site about my journey as a live-in submissive. I am apparently getting a very interactive tour of his place, once I settle in. I'll provide a tour to the readers as well, once I can sit comfortably again. 

slave sarah

xoxo

 

Like Crazy

Continued from: The Fourth Guest

Last night I hosted a kink party in the Upper Floor space at my Facility. It was not only a chance for Sarah Jane to make her sex slave debut (or so she thought), but also an opportunity to treat Russell to an early release from the torment of his Locktober. 

Yes, he got let out early on good behaviour. Additionally, I felt bad for him having to endure the month-long added torment of having to deal with the cuteness overload of Summer, and the abrasive fury of Cassandra. 

He didn't realize however, until last night, that this was all an elaborate masquerade, planned and executed by yours truly. 😈

For the first time ever, Russell has graciously offered to write this post. He is far more of a hopeless romantic than I am...and I'm a little too choked-up to type right now. So...without further adieu, take it away Russ...

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Good day everyone. From what I understand I guess I have been a "regular", in Mistress Andrea's blog for a bit? This is both humbling and a bit embarrassing, especially now that I realize that I've been duped, for the entire month of October. Not duped in a bad way. Duped by the creatively devious mind of Mistress Andrea and her two minions. 

To Summer,

I know that you were not my keyholder for this Locktober experience but it was a pleasure serving you.

I can't say that I have ever met someone who can run the full spectrum from absolutely adorable and "little", to the confident feminine strides of your Flight Attendant attire. You're so delightfully cute that I want a miniature version of you to hang from my rear-view mirror!

I took great pleasure in getting to know you better this past month, despite your tormenting approach to things. Take good care of Andrea for me, as I know you will. She is very special to me and from what I've seen, you two are perfect for each other. 

I know you were just playing your role, when you told me to take this photo of you for my "spank bank". 

Kinda difficult to indulge when my penis was locked in a cage, don't you think? Oh, and it tickled when you began massaging my cock cage with your furry socks. You're cruel! In the best possible way, but I no longer need to keep this photo. 

Take care Summer. Until we meet again...

To Cassandra, 

It's a relief to know that with you around, The Facility will never be short on crazy! Haha. 

You just keep being you, regardless of what anyone thinks. You are mature beyond your years and even though your personal mantra is, "I hate every guy I meet", there's someone out there for you. Just try not to break them on the first date, ok? 

Thank you...I think, for your involvement in my chastity sentence. I know you were not my keyholder.

Keep an eye on Mistress Andrea for me. As much as you need her and her strict lap, for your own therapeutic needs, she needs you too. You've become her enforcer, her safety blanket and her second in command. It's a good role for you. 

If I'm ever feeling like I need to pay dearly or suffer, just for being male, I'll look you up, but for now, I'm good!

To my dearest Andrea, 

I knew what I had to do last night, I just didn't know if I'd have the strength to do it...To finally say goodbye to you. 

Long ago, you and I both agreed that the tough thing about following your heart, is that sometimes it takes you places you shouldn't be. Places that are as scary as they are exciting, and as dangerous as they are alluring. 

And sometimes, your heart takes you places that may never lead to a happy ending...

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Last night, after throwing on a suit and preparing to head to the Upper Floor party, I was intercepted by Mistress Andrea on the way there. She told me that I had done well during Locktober and that she felt a little bad that she used Summer and Cassie as weapons, to make my denied state even more excruciating.

I 100% believed that Andrea was my keyholder all along, until, to my surprise, she told me she was not.

"Your true keyholder is waiting for you in my room. You're free, Russell." She seductively cooed to me. 

I was sensing some symbolism behind all of this, or subliminal messages in her choice of words. It all made sense when we both made our way to Andrea's bedroom, where I found Sarah Jane bound to the bed, gagged and blindfolded. 

Initially I was puzzled, until I moved closer and saw what was around her neck. Ahhh. Now I get it...

Very clever Andrea, well done!

Andrea stayed silent, gesturing with her hand around her own neck and her other hand motioning to rip the necklace off. Then she nodded her head toward the bound and helpless Sarah.

Sarah gasped when I grabbed her by the neck, then I grabbed the thin chain that contained the key to my chastity device. I stripped it right off her in one fluid motion, breaking the chain in the process. 

Mistress smiled and nodded at me. It was her implied consent to go ahead and unlock myself. I undid my belt, my zipper and accessed the rigid, metal device. For the first time in almost a month, my cock was bare and free.

I realized this was not only a surprise for me but it would be a special moment for Sarah Jane as well. Apparently she assumed she was going to be serving in the Upper Floor as a sex slave tonight and that some random "client" was about to savagely ravage her. 

I'll do the honours, thank you very much! 

I grabbed a rose and moved in. 

Goosebumps consumed Sarah's entire body, as I ran the soft petals of the rose, up her tummy and onto her breasts. I circled the flesh of the petals around her nipples, back down her stomach and across her pussy. The rise and fall of her chest intensified, before I finally removed her blindfold. 

DAAAAAAADDDDDDYYYYY!!

She squealed out through her gag, as I watched her eyes, once filled with lust and desperation, begin to fill with tears. 

I got her quickly un-bound and got the gag out of her mouth. The little snuggle-bug jumped into my arms and just squeezed me, gently sobbing tears of complete joy. 

Mistress, who was witness to all of this, began to speak very softly, in her best "Mommy" tone.  

"Sarah huni...You have the choice of coming with me, to the Upper Floor, where you can continue your journey as a sex slave of this Facility. 

Or...

"You can stay here with Russell, and be HIS!"

Sarah didn't even hesitate. She kissed my lips and had the biggest smile on her face. 

"Daddy I love you! I wanna stay with you, Daddy!" 

I looked over at Andrea and caught her dabbing a tissue against her eyes. I knew it was time to let her go. I knew in my heart, that what was most important to me was right in front of me, in my arms actually! 

"I love you. I love you like crazy, little one" I told Sarah for the first time. 

Andrea just smiled at the pair of us, and clicked out of the room. 

I cradled Sarah in my arms and gently dropped her onto the bed. We giggled and kissed and tangled into each other until Sarah finally spoke.

"Daddy...can you tie me up again and take me? I'm all YOURS!" 

Russell

xoxo

Continued in: Minute Man

 

  

  

The Fourth Guest

Continued from: Cum Junkies

A sarah jane story

Bella just smiled at me and told me that I looked absolutely beautiful. I blushed, trying to hide my nervousness about the situation. I knew I was extremely well conditioned and trained for this, but it was my Upper Floor debut! Fuck! 

Before the party guests arrived, Mistress entered to inspect our uniforms, I knelt right away. I wasn't sure if I was suppose to or not. She looked dominantly stunning! She was wearing a satin Cheongsam dress that made her look like the matriarch of a group of Geishas.

I was already feeling emotional and vulnerable, acutely aware that my cunt, tits and ass were deliberately exposed in this uniform. Yet it was this uniform that represented the achievement of my slave training. All of the discomforts, punishments and humiliations of the previous months, had now culminated into this final moment. 

Despite my nerves, I did feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. Mistress solidified this when she told me to stand, hugged me and told me how proud of me she was. 

"Congratulations, Sarah Jane." She said. "You have reached the highest rank of sex slave at this Facility. I'm so proud of you!" 

My eyes glossed over with tears as I hugged her back, tightly. I cherished that final moment of comfort before I mentally prepared to be nothing more than a mouth, a cunt and an asshole for use by random kink-guests.

Mistress directed Bella to gag me and cage me, in anticipation of the first guests to arrive. 

A husband and wife couple showed up first, I heard Mistress call them Lily and Dan, followed by an additional male. I think I heard them greet him as, Lawrence.

Everyone mingled with Mistress, calling her by formal title, while Bella waited patiently to be called upon. It didn't take long before she had a cock in her mouth. 

Then two cocks in her mouth!

I could do nothing but stand there in captivity, drooling from my gag and watching. Gawd! Bella looked so beautiful and confident working those two men. The way she moaned on the dicks, the serpentine way she arched her back. I wanted to trade places with her right then and there. I was just as well-trained and confident in my skills. I was ready for this!  

By the time the men began spit-roasting her, I was starting to get annoyed, jealous actually. What the fuck?! What gives?

Why don't they want to use me? They can stick it in any hole they want for fuck sakes! Hell, I'll even bang the random girl with my tongue.

Lily, was it? She ended up becoming my last straw...

When the dude who wasn't her husband started fucking her on the end-table, I was Goddamn livid! 

I was an Upper Floor, sex slave now! Cut me loose on the room already, geezus! 

When Mistress finally approached my cage, I'm sure she could see the pang of jealously and desperation in my eyes. I wanted to yell, "what the fuck?!" through my gag. But something was up. 

She had a very sinister and devious look in her eyes. 

She let me hang in suspense for a moment, before whispering into my cage.

"There is a fourth guest coming. He has specifically asked for YOU, young lady." Mistress explained. 

"He wants to be rough. He wants to slap you and bite you and wrap his hands around your throat, while he takes you in the ass." 

*grrrrooooaan!

Oh gawd! I just audibly groaned into my gag, right in front of Mistress Andrea. 

I was a little scared, but I was ready to be the fuck out of that cage. I'm a sex slave. I can handle a little rough. I got this!

Mistress blindfolded me first and left my gag in. I felt her place something cold and metal around my neck and fasten whatever it was in place. A chain collar maybe? With a pendant of some sort? I assumed it was probably a collar with a nameplate that read "slut" or "slave" or something.

She helped me onto the bed, on my back, then shackled my wrists to the headboard. My gawd! My heart was pounding out of my chest! The minutes that slowly ticked by felt like an eternity. 

I began to hear footsteps approach. Heavy, masculine, footsteps...

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I was starting to feel afraid...or was the setting just playing ticks on me? We all have safewords here, this is a safe place! I was repeating this to myself, in my head, hoping my panic would pass.  

I flinched and gasped, slightly struggling, as I felt a strong, calloused hand, claw onto my throat. There was some light pressure. I wasn't being choked or strangled. It felt more like I was being claimed! If that makes sense? 

Then, all of sudden, whatever was around my neck was torn off. Like broken right off from around my neck, like a necklace stripping. 

I heard the jingle of a belt buckle. A sound I am certainly familiar with. One that I associated to being belt-whipped. My pussy was a little too panicked to soak like it usually does, when I heard that telltale jingle. 

Next I heard a pant zipper and some other rustling noises. It was happening! Whoever this savage was, who just had his hands around my neck, was now going to beat me and fuck me, like Mistress said, as I lay shackled and helpless. 

My eyes involuntarily slammed shut, when the light of the room finally consumed them. My blindfold had been removed! I carefully and gradually opened my eyes, letting them adjust from complete darkness. All I could make out was a large, shadowy figure near the end of the bed. 

When he finally came into focus...*sigh...be still my heart...

When he finally came into focus, I squealed first, then tears began rolling down my temples. Then I shrieked a second time, through my gag... 

DAAAAAADDDDDDDYYYY!!! 

Sincerely, 

Daddy's little Fuckdoll, 

sarah jane

xoxo

 

Continued in: Like Crazy