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...

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

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

 

 

  

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