Hall Passes

Continued from: I often envy submissives

It has been quite awhile since I have felt this submissive and vulnerable, especially in the presence of a woman. A beautiful, alluring, dominant woman. Once she got me into her bedroom I was knelt on loveseat, while Goddess Vanessa "accessorized" me. I was put into snug, red leather bondage cuffs and an equally snug ball gag. It's been years since I've been in a ball gag. I forgot how psychologically impactful it can be and the amount of drool it causes. 

Being the online feet and heels star that she is, I expected I would be required to worship her feet and footwear at length. She had me do a little, but not an excessive amount. I was instructed to kiss and lick her high heels first, after my gag was removed. That was humiliating. 

She eventually slipped her damp feet out of her heels so she could run her soles across my nose. 

The gentle friction of the nylon against my lips and nose was a lovely sensation and the subtle scents of her feet, leather and perfume was quite sexy! 

While I was still on the floor, on my back, she used a crop to target my breasts and nipples. Next came a flogger, that Goddess carefully lashed against my bound and presented pussy lips. She was gentle, she was not overly strict with me, although I was sporting some very nice whip marks on my bum, which she encouraged me to check out in the mirror. 

I was calling her Goddess and she was telling me what to do and how to do it, but it didn't feel like a serious D/s encounter. She was providing me with as much pleasure and stimulation as I was providing her. I don't even need to use my words for the rest of this, we simply had awesome sex for hours together! It was fantastic and Vanessa was truly a Goddess in the bedroom! Her poor chaste hubby is truly missing out.

Yes, a strap-on was eventually deployed. Used only by her. 

I was made to taste myself off the length and girth of her girl-cock...

Then she fucked me again. 

I had the pleasure of feeling her little asshole, squeeze my tongue while she contracted her muscles into a heavy orgasm. 

We 69'ed for awhile and both came in this position. 

Overall, it was a wild WILD night. I'm glad Summer suggested this hall pass agreement. 

I wonder how she's making out...

If you remember back to the stories: 

Cummy Brat

and

Dealing with a spoiled brat

Sarah Jane is actually being punished in the above animation. If you look closely you'll also notice she is still sporting some decent colour on her naughty bum. She got quite the spanking four days ago. Enough so that it left a lasting impression. 

And her punishment didn't end with that spanking and cornertime. She now found herself in a ring gag, locked into a chastity belt and secured to a bondage apparatus, while forced to watch Russell fuck my wife. 

He would occasionally give Summer a small break, removing his cock from her drenched pussy and placing it directly into Sarah's mouth for a "rinse off". 

Russell would fuck Sarah's throat for awhile, ensuring Summer's arousal was cleaned off his dick, all while listening to Sarah Jane wretch and gag. 

Then he turned his attention back to my little Summer, to give her the good hall-pass rogering that she had been craving. 

She came a few times while Russ was fucking her in various positions and differing levels of aggression. Russell eventually finished into Sarah's mouth, that was conveniently forced open by the ring gag. She performed one final humiliating cleansing of Summer's arousal from Russell's cock, before the scene was officially over. 

For poor Sarah Jane however, her punishment for being a spoiled cum-brat wasn't over. She had one final stage of dreadful humiliation. 

Summer had long-since left the two of them alone, content with her fill of dick for the time being. Sarah remained frustrated and denied, still in her chastity belt and shackled to the bed with a very secure panel gag in place. 

She looked at Russell, helpless and puzzled as he returned to her side with a fleshlight, and positioned it near the bed. 

Ohhhh GAWD! Sarah Jane! 

I know what he's gonna do! Oh fuck you're in for one hell of a humiliating punishment young lady!

As I suspected, Russ zip-tied the fleshlight to the metal frontage of her chastity belt, sitting right above where her real pussy trembled and soaked, housed in captivity.

Then Russell fucked it, while Sarah watched on in horror, screaming into the large ball of her panel gag. It was like she was being horribly tortured but wasn't being physically hurt. This was purely psychological torture, causing her to scream into the gag.  

Just like so: 

Russell jacked Sarah's legs onto his shoulders and fucked the daylights out of that fleshlight, eventually cumming deep inside it. 

As he pulled out and stood beside the bed, Sarah Jane desperately looked in his direction. Her eyes pleading with him to say something. 

"Are you sorry for being a spoiled little brat?" 

Tears rolled down her temples as she made a muffled noise and nodded her head in the affirmative. 

Age regressed and humiliated. Shamed in the timeout corner for others to see. Severely spanked and belt-strapped, cuckqueaned by Summer and Russ and finally THIS! The fleshlight move! WTF! 

Russell smiled at her vulnerable state and said the words she had been waiting for. 

"Daddy forgives you little one. Let's not have to discuss this again."

And she was left as is, bound and gagged with her pussy throbbing like crazy from within the metal screening of the belt. She was left to quietly reflect on her punishment and the forgiveness that followed.

I must say, across town, I was a little more content and comfortable than poor Sarah. Snuggled into Vanessa with her cum still coating me like lip gloss. 

"Thank you Goddess." I seductively purred to her. 

"That was amazing." She sighed back to me. 

"Hey...where's your husband by-the-way?" I queried. I had a moment of sudden realization and embarrassment. We were pretty loud, I was really loud. Was her hubby in a room down the hall during all of this, dick in a metal cage and listening?! 

"Oh Derek?" She chirped up. "I dolled him up like a sissy slut and sent him to Anthony's for the night. He better be putting out like a good girl, if he knows what's good for him!" She jingled the chastity cage key she wore on her necklace. 

*sigh*

Jesus, Vanessa. What a Goddess! 💖

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: A Score to Settle

 

 

   

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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