Teacher's Pet

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School Ties

Continued from: Girl-Talk Continued

[F/fm] [chastity] [cuckold] [spanking] [schoolgirls] [knee socks] [Mary Janes] [strap-on]

A Sarah Jane story: 

I helped Mandy down onto her tummy on the plush sofa, and began to plant gentle little kisses onto her whip marks, that were slowly fading beneath my lips. 

She thanked me for the aftercare and kissed me on the mouth, just as the back patio door swung open, revealing the sheepish figure of Russell trailing behind the stunning Summer, still clad in her provocative lingerie. 

The poor boy looked absolutely miserable, his chastity cage undoubtedly causing some discomfort after being teased and tantalized by Summer's irresistible presence during their time outside. Little did he know, however, that his true torment was only just beginning. 

I looked toward Russell and gave him a reassuring yet cruel smile, as I whispered quite a lengthy scheme into Mandy's ear. I heard her gasp, then giggle, followed by her response to a question I whispered to her. 

"No, Sarah," she excitedly replied, "I don't have anywhere else I need to be right now." 

I turned to Summer who could tell that some manner of debauchery was brewing. "Summer...huni," I cooed to her while still glaring at Russell. "Would you take my boy to the classroom please, and make sure he's nice and secure in that teacher's chair." 

Summer flashed me a wicked grin, clearly enjoying her role in our twisted game and my newfound dominant role. I'm quite certain she was picturing Mandy and I like this, in the classroom:

Stripped and shamed, placed on display before the rest of the students, and about to have our pristine bottoms paddled by Russell. This was the narrative Summer would have been more accustomed to. 

But my, my how the tables have turned...

"Oui," she replied, her hand firmly gripping Russell's upper arm as she led him away. "I'll make sure he's properly prepared, Madame." She left me with a wink as clicked down the hall with Russell in-tow.

As they disappeared into the classroom space, I turned to Mandy, my eyes gleaming with mischievous intent. "Come along, pretty girl," I purred, linking my arm with hers. "Let's get dressed up like slutty schoolgirls and give the 'teacher' a show." Mandy giggled nervously and together, we made our way upstairs to one of the dressing rooms. 

As we stripped down and began to don our chosen attire, I couldn't help but admire Mandy's cute little form. 

The short plaid skirt accentuated her curves perfectly, while the crisp white blouse struggled to contain her beautiful tits. 

I struck a pose once my outfit was on, which caused Mandy to tell me that she was soaking through her panties. But the real test will be Russell's reaction. I want to see the desperation in his eyes as he watches us, knowing his penis is locked and under my control. 

With a final adjustment to our outfits, we held hands and embraced once more, stealing a quick kiss before the true fireworks were set to pop off. 

Our heels clicked rhythmically against the polished hardwood as we approached the classroom. Pausing outside the door, I turned to Mandy, my expression suddenly serious as I dropped a quick prep-talk.

"Remember, huni," I said softly, "this is about more than just our physical pleasure. It's about asserting our dominance, about showing Russell that he is utterly powerless in the presence of us two women. So let's give him a performance he'll never forget! 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Teacher's Pet

Girl-Talk Continues

Continued from: Girl-Talk

[F/f] [lezdom] [worship] [MDLG] [littles] [age regression] [slave] [submissive] [Mistress]

A Sarah Jane story 

"Ah, you'd like to explore pegging, sweetie?" she murmured, as she leaned back onto the plush chaise. 

I took the initiative and helped Mistress out of her hot boots, as she spoke and regaled with me with her wisdom of all things pegging. I massaged her hosed toes and ran my thumbs up the seams of her stockings that covered her delicate pads.

"A practice that, for many straight men, represents the ultimate surrender, the final relinquishing of societal expectations and preconceived notions of masculinity." She paused, allowing her words to sink in. 

"It's a big step, Sarah," she cautioned. 

"When a man allows his female partner to penetrate him, to claim him in the most intimate of ways, he is acknowledging her power, her dominance over his body and how he experiences pleasure. It is an act of profound vulnerability, a willingness to be seen and to be known in a way that few men dare to embrace." 

"Only the most confident, the strong ones, would embrace this, Sarah. Their submission, is an indicator of their strength as a person."  

As Mistress Andrea's words washed over me, I felt a growing sense of excitement, a blossoming hunger to explore this new frontier with Russell, I could practically picture it!

She went on to speak of the time it takes to prepare for such a scene, frequent anal plugging over time, enemas, the use of black towels instead of white, the use of black medical gloves to match dominant lingerie. It all made sense, and there was a lot to consider for everyone's comfort it would seem. 

Mistress left the topic with a final monologue...

"In a FLR, pegging offers an unparalleled opportunity to assert control, to quite literally take possession of your submissive in a way that transcends the boundaries of traditional gender roles. It is a heavy, intoxicating experience for the female, one that can fundamentally reshape the dynamics of any relationship." 

As Mistress spoke, I was understanding more, that a good pegging could be used as both a punishment, or a reward. Long-term chastity boys and sissies might welcome it, as their only "real" means of release or pleasure, while a man not it a cage at all, might dread a pegging as much as they dread the hairbrush. 

What a wild dichotomy this world is. And speaking of that, and of bi-polar BDSM or a paradox or whatever you want to call it, I broached the next subject with Mistress Andrea. 

My thoughts drifted back to the image of Mandy, her naked form in the basement sex dungeon, her vulnerability alone had ignited a fierce arousal within me. 

Simmering in my own arousal, I thought back to the moments, the intense scenes and the sessions that I spent down there, completely captive yet completely free!

"Mistress," I began, my voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty, "as much as I love my new dynamic and this FLR, there are moments when....ummm, what if I miss my 'Daddy'? Times when I long to surrender control, to embrace his comforting strength, or to indulge in the liberating release of age regression." I paused, collecting my thoughts before continuing. 

"However, given that we have a six-month contract, which clearly defines our roles in this FLR, I find myself in a conundrum, Ma'am." 

Mistress Andrea's eyes softened with understanding, her expression one of empathy and experience. "Sarah, baby," she cooed, "the beauty of a D/s relationship lies in its fluidity, its ability to adapt and evolve alongside the needs of those involved. While contracts and agreements serve as valuable guidelines, they should never be viewed as rigid constraints." 

Submission temporarily consumed me, as Mistress spoke, and I found myself atop her lap, like a little girl being schooled on the birds and the bees. 

Her lips curved into a reassuring smile as she continued. "Remember, huni, your strength as a dominant does not diminish when you choose to temporarily relinquish control. In fact, it demonstrates a level of self-awareness and emotional intelligence that will only serve to deepen your connect with Russell."

"Make an addendum to your contract," she suggested. 

"Yes! That makes perfect sense, Ma'am. A single page, clearly outlining the parameters of a switching of role. It would specify that I, and I alone, hold the power to initiate a switch, determining the duration and frequency according to my desires."

Mistress Andrea nodded approvingly, her eyes shining with pride. 

"Precisely, Sarah," she purred. "Make sure the terms of switching is female-led, not male! You dictate the when and for how long, but not the how, if that makes sense, sweetie?" 

By maintaining control over the timing and length of these switches, I ensure that my authority remains unquestioned, even as I surrender myself to 'Daddy' or 'Master'. And yet, by conceding the details of the scene to be unknown to me, I open myself up to the delicious and tantalizing uncertainty of what the session will entail. 

I could be a little girl again, whenever I feel like it, spanked over Daddy's knee!

I could escape for a scene into the dungeon, to be used and abused for Master's amusement, or maybe even have a friend come by for a cuddly sleepover. 

The sky was truly the limit with me at the reins. 

As I lost myself in the tantalizing allure of future explorations, a movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. Turning my head, I found myself gazing upon Mandy. Her posture was slightly contradictory - shoulders hunched in a display of submission, her eyes were down, yet her lips curved into a shy smile, suggesting she was pleased to see me. 

The evidence of her recent whipping was plainly visible, the fading red marks peeking out from her flimsy babydoll. 

Mistress Andrea, ever attuned to the nuances of the situation, gracefully excused herself with a knowing smile, leaving Mandy and I alone in the charged atmosphere of the room. As she drew near, I reached out, gently tracing the contours of her welted bum, her breath hitched at my touch. 

"Are you ok, huni?" I cooed to her, my thumb brushing against her pouting lower lip. 

"I am now," she responded, as she lunged forward to embrace me and kiss me on the lips.

 Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: School Ties

Girl-Talk

Continued from: Bi-polar BDSM

[F/mfff] [chastity] [cuckold] [lezdom] [bisexual] [feet] [foot worship] [heels]

A Sarah Jane story

My new role seemed to have me much more emboldened of late. I didn't even hesitate when I kissed Mandy on the lips, as she dangled helplessly in the basement dungeon, her impending whipping no doubt playing on her mind. 

As Russell and I emerged from the depths of the dungeon, our senses still reeling from the intoxicating spectacle of Mandy, we encountered Mistress Andrea, poised at the top of the stairs. In her hand, she gripped a menacing-looking whip, its supple leather coils promising a world of exquisite agony for poor Mandy. 

As our eyes met, a knowing smile played across her ruby-red lips, and she reclined her head in a gesture of acknowledgement. "I won't be long, sweetheart," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper. With a wink and a twirl of her whip, Mistress Andrea swept past us, descending the stairs with a predatory grace, highlighted by the click of her boots. 

I turned to Russell, my eyes gleaming with a mixture of lust and mischief. "Well, young man," I spoke, my finger tracing a line across his jaw, "it seems we have a few moments to ourselves. Shall we make the most of them?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he dutifully replied, following behind me like a puppy dog. 

With a relaxing sigh, I lowered myself on to the plush velvet loveseat in the bar. Slowly, deliberately, I slipped my feet from the confines of my towering stilettos, relishing the cool air that caressed my stocking-clad toes. 

Russell assumed his rightful position on the floor. knowing that he is not permitted onto furniture unless expressly invited. I settled back into the sofa, pressing the pad of my foot against his lips and nose. Each touch, each kiss and lick from Russell, served as a reminder of the power I now held over him, and I was savouring every last drop. 

The sudden intrusion of Summer's melodious voice, coupled with her playful giggle, startled me from my Domme-space. My head snapped up, my eyes widening as I took in the sight of her, literally in her underwear outside, standing in the patio doorway under a grape arbor. 

She brought her hands over her mouth and giggled again. 

"Papa! Que fais-tu avec un collier?" 

I think she said something to the effect of, "Daddy, what's with the collar?" 

"Hi, Summer," I seductively hissed at her while chuckling. I couldn't help but recognize the absurdity of the situation. Here I was, lounging like a Goddess while the man she so recently was calling 'Daddy', groveled at my feet, his face buried in the delicate arches of my stockings. 

Before I could elaborate further on the delightful intricacies of our new dynamic, Summer squealed in joy and launched herself onto me, her petite frame colliding with mine in a tangle of kisses and laughter. 

With Summer half-naked and her tongue down my throat, Mistress Andrea strode into the room, clearly she had finished with Mandy downstairs, a riding crop remained clutched firmly in her hand. 

A slow, irritated smirk spread across her face as she drank in the sight of the debauched scene. Russell, kneeling obediently, behaving himself, and her own lovely wife, straddling my lap as our lips and tongues engaged in a passionate dance. 

With a flick of her wrist, she snapped the riding crop off Summer's exposed bum, the sharp crack of leather against flesh echoing through the room. Summer let out a surprised yelp, but I could see the glimmer of excitement in her eyes as she reluctantly disentangled herself from me. 

"Off, young lady," Mistress commanded, giving her one more with the crop for good measure. "We mustn't molest the guests," Mistress smirked again, holding back a giggle. 

"Why don't you take Russell outside and he can help you pick some grapes, huni?" 

"Yes, Madame," she quickly replied, before turning to the kneeling Russell and helping him to his feet by his wrist. 

"Allez, Papa. Vite." 

I think she was deliberately continuing to call him Daddy, but in French, to spite his new role. I didn't mind, it was cute, she's cute all-around. 

Poor Russell...

"Come, Daddy...watch me pick grapes in my underwear and high heels...while your penis is locked in a chastity cage..." Right!? 

I wonder if Mistress plans all this ahead of time, is she just that good? 

I didn't ask, as she settled in beside me for some much anticipated girl-talk. I reached for her gloved hand, bringing it to my lips to kiss it as a gesture of my admiration of her.

"How's Mandy, Mistress?" I asked curiously, wondering why I hadn't seen her yet. 

"Oh, she's fine, baby. Just taking some time to decompress then a shower and clean up. She has to make herself look like an innocent soccer mom again, right?" Mistress stifled a smile as she spoke.  

"She said she'd come find you though, in a little while." Mistress replied, while stroking my hair.

"Was there something you wanted to ask me, Sarah Jane?" she coaxed. 

Emboldened, I pressed on, my cheeks flushing slightly as I voiced the desire that had been simmering beneath the surface since this morning.  My voice became low and intense, as I leaned forward, my eyes locking with hers. "I want to fuck Russell with a strap-on," I stated bluntly, the vulgarity of my words sending a thrill through my body.

Mistress raised eyebrow and her devilish smile spoke volumes, without her needing to utter a single word. She leaned in, her lips brushing against my forehead in a soft kiss, a gesture that was both tender and possessive. 

"Good girl," she whispered, as our eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between us. 

"I can help with that," Mistress cooed, as I snuggled into her closer. 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Girl-talk Continues

  

Bi-polar BDSM

Continued from: Little Spoon

[F/m] [F/ff] [FLR] [lezdom] [bisexual] [chastity] [cuckold] [wooden pony] [dungeon] [bondage] 

As Russell's skilled tongue brought me to a brink of another earth-shattering orgasm, I found my thoughts drifting to our impending visit with Mistress Andrea, our...girl talk. A wicked smiled played across my lips as I contemplated how my sweet Russell would be presented for this occasion. He's never been to the Facility as MY submissive before. I thought I could have a little fun with this to amplify his humiliation in front of the girls. 

From his special drawer in my dresser, I selected a darling pair of pink panties and laid them neatly on the bed. 

Next, as Russell watched my movements in horror, I placed a butt plug that had the look and shape of a penis, on top of the panties. 

I deliberately didn't say a word yet, I just arranged the two items neatly and let Russell stew in his own humiliated submission. After enough suspense, I accessed his locking collar, and laid it on the bed as well, near the panties. 

"Choose, young man," I broke the silence and aggressively instructed. "If you choose neither the panties and plug, nor the collar," I explained sternly, "then I must assume you've chosen the hairbrush, over my knee, make sense?" 

I stood back and crossed my arms, dramatically tapping my toe against the floor. I think the Jeopardy music was repeating in my mind as I waited for his decision. Would he opt for the covert humiliation of a plug and panties, hidden beneath his clothes, or would he choose the outwardly obvious symbol of his new servitude to me and pick the collar.

**************

As we approached Mistress Andrea's doorstep, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in my tummy. I had taken care to present myself in a cute yet conservative manner, a stark contrast to the bold statement of Russell's collar.

However, I wasn't quite prepared for the sight of Andrea as we walked in. I found myself speechless, my eyes widening as I drank in the vision before me. She was in full "battle" gear. Clad in a leather corset, gloves, boots that gleamed menacingly and stockings, I was both intimidated and exhilarated by her.  

A nervous giggle escaped my lips as I took in her striking appearance. "Well, well," I managed to say, my composure slowly returning, "I feel a little underdressed, Mistress." 

I wasn't sure yet, why she was dressed like this for some coffee and girl-talk with me, but I went with it and used it to my advantage to flex for the first time, right in front of her. 

Emboldened by the presence of Andrea, I decided to seize the moment and demonstrate my authority over Russell. With a snap of my fingers, I pointed imperiously to her gleaming, leather boots, fixing Russell with a stern gaze. "On your knees, young man," I commanded. "Greet her properly and show her the respect she deserves." 

I watched with satisfaction as Russell got down to his hands and knees, gently pressing his lips against the polished leather of her boots. The sight of him, collared and obedient at her feet, filled me with a rush of pride. 

While his lips were still on Andrea's boots, I thought I'd ask, I was beginning to get nervous about what she may have planned for Russell and I tonight. 

"Mistress," I kept my eyes lowered, "so what's with the outfit, do you have a client booked?" I tiptoed around the anxiousness of her intentions. 

Her lips curled into a knowing smile as she leaned in close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Ah, yes, my sweet Sarah Jane. The surprise." She paused for effect, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Let's just say that a recent acquaintance of yours is chained up downstairs, she is eager to see you after your last...memorable encounter." 

At these words, a jolt of recognition shot through my pussy, and I felt a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation. Could it be? Was she referring to Mandy, the cute soccer mom and nurse who shared in our humiliation and degradation at Russell's hands? 

As the realization dawned on me that Mandy was indeed down in the dungeon, a wicked grin spread across my face. The tables had truly turned, and I now found myself in a position of power over Russell, our former tormentor. Ohhhh, the things he made us do! *blush

How could I best utilize this unexpected opportunity to assert my newfound dominance? Maybe I was after a little revenge too?  

"Mistress Andrea?" I thought I would ask permission first. "May we please go see her? I held my breath, awaiting her response. To my delight, Mistress Andrea nodded in gleeful consent, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "She knows you're here, baby," Mistress remarked, as I gripped Russell's leash and made my way towards the basement. 

The arousal building within me was almost too much to bear. The thought of seeing Mandy again, but this time with the roles reversed, sent such a thrill through me, almost like I was showing off my new pet. As we descended the stairs into the dingy dungeon space, there she was, her wrists shackled to the ceiling by chains. 

A small, sheer babydoll was all that covered her body, slightly torn and tattered, exposing tantalizing glimpses of her curvy body. I caught her eyes darting to Russell, then to me, then back again, noting his leash I held firmly and the collar around his neck. Despite her current predicament, an adorable smile crested her face. "What happened there?" She beamed out, excitedly. 

"Hi, Mandy," I purred, my voice laced with mock concern. "How did you end up down here again?" I allowed my eyes to roam appreciatively over her beautiful body and we both giggled. I put Russell into a kneel and pulled her in for a lovely, helpless, kiss to her lips. 

"Daddy and I have come to a new understanding in our relationship," I whispered onto her lips. "He's my plaything now. I circled around her, admiring the way the shackles held her taut. 

"Is your session almost over, Mandy?" I asked, while raising an eyebrow. 

"Apparently I need to be whipped next," her voice trailed off. "Then I'll be done for today." 

I ran my palm over her smooth, pristine, bum and back, surveying the target areas. Not a single blemish or mark, yet. "Be brave, baby," I said, with genuine compassion in my words. "And if you don't have to go home right away, come find us upstairs, ok?"

I kissed her lips once more and wished her luck, as I lead Russell out of the basement. 

We ascended the stairs, leaving Mandy to her impending punishment at the skilled hands of Mistress Andrea. My mind wandered back to a time when I, too, had been on the receiving end of such delicious torments. 

The mental image of Mandy, stripped bare and stretched out on her tiptoes, her flesh quivering in anticipation of tghe flogger's stinging caress, sent a jolt of electricity directly to my pussy. 

As much as I reveled in the role as the dominant force in my relationship with Russell, there were moments like these when I couldn't help but long for the exhilarating vulnerability of submission. The memories of yielding control, of placing my trust and my vulnerability entirely in the hands of another, stirred a deep-seated yearning within me. 

It hadn't even been a week with our new FLR, and after seeing Mandy like that, I already missed submission...*pout

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Girl-Talk