All Three Holes

Continued from: Quid Pro Quo

A Sarah Jane story

As I mentioned in the last post, I told all of you that I would just fast-forward to the party that Daddy let me attend. He didn't join me *pout*. He likes watching me with other women, but I suspect he's not too keen on seeing me taking down multiple cocks. In his absence, Mistress Andrea was to be my guide and controller for this particular evening. She looked stunning as usual, it was actually nice to see her again. Bella was there too, but this time it would be her as the more passive observer while I get to indulge. 

Mistress introduced me to a few of the men. My instructions were simple and a ritual I was very used to: Kneel directly in front of the men with my head down and palms on my thighs, then politely ask for permission to suck their dicks. If they say yes, find and expose the bare penis, kiss the tip and say, "thank you Sir," then directly into my mouth with it. 

If they cum on my face or into my mouth, again, a "thank you, Sir," after I have swallowed, and I kiss the tip of the penis. Easy peasy. Daddy has the same rules for me, when it comes to my oral worship of him. 

It mustn't have been more than an hour into the party and I had already sucked three cocks, ending with one facial and two full swallows. I felt like such a dirty whore and I was loving it. Mistress even made me wear the strange man's cum on my face as the evening continued. 

This was around the time that "SHE" came in. This tanned and stunning woman with dyed, blazing-red hair and the most adorable bangs. She was in heels and a collar only...nothing more. She just quietly sat at the feet of the man she was with. 

I had moved on to cock number four which was now in my mouth, only this time, I was shockingly aware that the red-head was watching me. The old me would have been super embarrassed and self-conscious but there was something about the setting, my attire and my sexpertise that actually had me showing off for her, for this random, naked female. I would look her way and arch my back just a little deeper, moan a little louder and allow my tits to flop about with the motion of being railed. 

I ended up being spit-roasted by two of the men, before this symphony of an evening reached the ultimate crescendo. I actually couldn't believe it was happening to me. All three of my holes were stuffed with hard dicks. I was so full and so turned on! "Red" continued to watch, occasionally smiling in my direction, as the man she arrived with fucked my asshole. 

Drool, slobber and cum were everywhere. This was such a hot mess but I was absolutely loving how degraded and abused I felt. All three of these stallions eventually came, but not at the same time. I'm pretty sure the gentleman underneath me came first, into my cunt, followed by a load for my throat from the second man and finally, a hot, squishy feeling, filled the inside my bum from the man behind me. 

I was spent. The men drained the last few droplets from their balls, onto my face and tits and I lay there panting. 

When I finally got to my feet on shaky legs and wobbly heels, I was permitted to go clean myself up and fix my smeared makeup and mascara runs. Bella was freed from her cage to begin sexually serving the guests and upon my return, I was gagged and bound and placed on display to wait to be used again. 

This was the moment that "Red" approached me for the first time. 

"I enjoyed watching you. You're very good at this." She said to me in her broken English. I think she was speaking in a German or Nordic-sounding accent. 

Then, without warning, she used her fingers to lasso a rope of drool that was hanging from my bottom lip, and glistened her pussy with it.

I was so embarrassed...

But that was probably the hottest fuckin' move I have EVER seen a woman do! I wanted to go down on her so badly, this mysterious European vixen. 

As she towered over me in her heels, in that moment, I actually didn't know if she was a top or a bottom. She had the confidence and control reminiscent of Mistress Andrea in that very moment.  

What she said next cleared this up for me, but boy was I ever confused as to what was going on. She leaned right in and whispered into my ear, scanning the room to ensure no one else would hear her. 

"Bid on me tonight...I'm begging you! Please help me!

Then she hastily clicked away from me in a clandestine manner. 

What in the actual fuck...was going on?!

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Paint the Town Red

  

 

Quid Pro Quo

Continued from: 'Tis the Season

A Sarah Jane story

Hello everyone. It's Sarah. Thank you to Mistress Andrea for inviting me back on this platform to share some details about why I'm a huge slut. 

A series of events recently occurred which landed me back in the clutches of Mistress Andrea and her Facility. I literally sucked about half-a-dozen stranger's cocks last night, ate-out numerous female pussies and assholes and swallowed a huge amount of hot, sticky, cum. 

But what about my Daddy? I belong to Daddy only! I love him...💕

Because he loves me back 💕, he allowed me to try something I have always fantasized about. If you remember back to my days of training and growth at the Facility, I had to endure dungeon brutality and captivity, the shame and humiliation of diapers and adult high-chairs. I was strapped, caned and paddled as an adult schoolgirl, transformed into the corporate, office slut and "forced" to prance like a pony with bells on my nipples and a tail up my ass.

 

ALL of this objectification and embarrassment, every one of my shameful orgasms and incidents of "forced" lesbianism, was all in pursuit of reaching the highest rank at Mistress' Facility; an Upper Floor sex slave.  

And I reached that level, as most of you know. It was a personal goal. I achieved it and I was proud of myself, cocky even, to be so sharp and well-trained. 

I was issued the official uniform of the Upper Floor. It made me feel so sexy and desired, powerful actually.  

During my Upper Floor debut, I found myself gagged and placed in a locked cage, only to observe, as I watched Bella take cock in both ends. Was I slightly jealous? Did I want to trade places with her in that moment? Fuckin' right I did! You can read about my debut evening here: The Fourth Guest

Little did I know at the time, that this was all a well-constructed masquerade by Mistress Andrea, to land me in the arms of Russell, my Daddy, my owner...my everything! And I wouldn't trade him for the World.

Yet that night, if you recall, I was given a choice: Go with Daddy and become HIS, officially, or stay with Mistress and become the sex slave that I was trained to be. The decision was easy, fueled by suspense, emotion and surprise. I've been loving my time and my role with Daddy. I am his baby girl. He cares for me and protects me. I'm his whore, his sex-doll and his personal porn-star. I wouldn't want it any other way.

But...

I often catch myself gazing out the window in the direction of the Facility. It's an expressionless stare, as I wonder what might be going on at the Upper Floor. 

Did I miss out on my ultimate fantasy, by choosing Daddy over the Upper Floor? Would he be mad at me if I asked to re-visit the Facility as a sex slave? 

I can't think this way...it's not what I want. I belong to Daddy and to Daddy only! 

But, why was I squishing my thighs together to stop the ache? Why was I gazing out this window, imaging my little hands jerking-off two cocks, while I ride a third into my pussy and bob my head on a fourth dick that's in my whorish mouth?

I jumped when Daddy spoke. I didn't know he was behind me in the kitchen. This was about a week ago. In the mornings we have some specific rituals that we do. One involves me masturbating and edging for him, the other involves me exposed and displayed with a dildo in my mouth. After this, I'm usually in something very skimpy with my collar, in ankle or knee socks. I looked cute! I had finished my kneeling time and removed my mouth from the dildo. I needed some water. This is when I got caught in the daydream, gazing out the window...

"Something on your mind, princess?" He spoke and startled me, as I jumped and nearly dropped my glass. 

I summoned the courage to ask him right then and there. 

"Daddy, I have something to ask you. Promise you won't get angry?" This is what I managed to squeak out in my baby-voice. 

I think he answered me all official and Daddy-like.

"You know I can't promise that sweetheart." He began to explain. "You know that even if I was angry with you, you'd eventually be spanked, forgiven and hugged, right?" 

Awww...I DID know this! And I loved that I was held accountable in this manner.

I guess the worst that could have happened would be a spanking, his belt and some time in the corner. I decided to go for it. 

"Daddy, will you let me go back to the Upper Floor, the next time Mistress Andrea has one of those special parties?" 

"Of course you can, huni..." He quickly replied. 

Ummm...pardon? WTF...

That was way too easy! I didn't know what to think. Part of me was flooded with arousal and butterflies at the thought of being used in the Upper Floor, while another part of my brain was struggling with how easily Daddy agreed to this, for me to be a slut for other, random people.

Was I that insignificant to him, a piece of meat to be passed around and used for my fuck-holes? 

No! That can't be it. He must have some angle to play here. Plus, it IS my fantasy to be passed around and used for my holes and become a cum-dumpster for Christ sakes! I was conflicted. 

"Thank you Daddy." I said in a somewhat shocked and puzzled tone, as I reached for his concealed penis.

"May I please suck your cock, Daddy?" *shrug* 

I don't fuckin know!? That's all I could think of doing in this moment. I was confused. 

When Daddy said yes, I knelt like a good girl and kissed the tip of his penis. "Thank you Daddy," I said. Acknowledging his consent for me to proceed.

I got down on my knees and pounded my throat with his beautiful dick. 

He loves it when I gag and wretch on his cock, so I lined myself up to really fuck my own face. 

I was getting ready for a hot stream of cum to splash against the back of my throat, but much to my delight AND my surprise, Daddy manhandled me over the table and entered me from behind. I'm such a lucky girl and gawd it felt so good!

He was beginning to fuck me roughly, and pull my hair...and then he finally broached the Upper Floor subject again. 

"Is this what you want, slut? To moan like a whore while some random dude fucks you?" 

(We do this sort of talk sometimes, cuz I love it!) 

"Yes Sir." I cried out between gasps and moans, as he continued to pound the shit outta me. 

Daddy had to slow everything right down, likely trying to fight-off an orgasm. He flipped me around and gingerly re-entered my cunt, allowing us to look at each other as he continued to fuck me. 

As Daddy fucked me, he got me to edge my clit until I was ready to explode. I would have agreed to anything in this moment, if it meant I could orgasm. This is when Daddy showed his hand, and moved his Chess piece into position. 

"When you return to the Upper Floor," he spoke, while thrusting his cock into my pussy. "I want you to meet a new friend. I want you to have a slave-sister..."

"Yes Daddy...anything you wish, Sir!! (I think I was screaming at this point) May I cum pleeeeease Daddy, Oh gawd I'm gonna cum!" 

Agreeing to something under duress, was fair game. If I didn't want to recruit a slave-sister to play with, I could have safe-worded out. I didn't...

Plus, I kinda missed the soft, smooth and beautiful deliciousness of women's most intimate areas. 

I'll write some more when I have time. I'll continue from when I was all suited up and entered the Upper Floor. It was the first time I laid eyes on "her"...There was something about her I was very, very attracted to. I couldn't look away...

I mean, Bella is beyond beautiful. I had so much fuckin' sex with her...but this girl, this new girl in a collar and leash, naked and kneeling at the feet of a well-dressed man, she was just Goddamn enchanting!

We eventually met that night, at the party. She kissed me directly on the lips and in broken-English, said, 

"Hello... My name is Eve, what's your name?"

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: All Three Holes

 

 

 

 

'Tis the Season

Continued from: Emasculation

Red is my least favourite colour. It belongs in wine glasses and on bare bums only...not clothing nor footwear. 

Sigh* However, 'tis the season I suppose, for such festive shades. 

Summer wanted to decorate this past weekend and set up the Christmas tree. Of course she insisted on being as adorable and little as possible while doing so.

Oh...right, her? 

Don't mind Bella. In-fact don't pay her any attention at all. She's being punished. She has about an hour-twenty left to go on the one-bar-prison, humiliated and objectified as she is, with her naked ass facing out to the street. How embarrassing! 

These are such lovely and shameful punishments for elegant, classy, adult women. So simple yet so effective: 

Bella called Friday, pleading with me to punish her for some challenges in her personal life. I guess she was holding herself accountable and needed me to clear her slate. Of course I obliged. She'll be getting a very serious spanking when her time on the dildo is over and she knows this.

It was Summer's idea to "decorate" poor Bella with the Santa hat, as if her predicament wasn't humiliating enough. I stopped her before she added tree ornaments to Bella's nipples, which Summer also wanted to do. That would have been just too much humiliation for the poor thing.  

Anyway, the tree was up and Summer was humming some joyful tune and decorating, all while the moaning and drooling Bella provided some lovely white noise in the background. 

When Summer was all done with the tree, the baby-voice began.

"Mommieeeee..?"

"May I play with Bella after you spank her? Pleeeeease Mommy?"

What a handful she is. Sheesh! 

"Who's gonna play with me?" I replied back to Summer, sternly.

"We both will Mommy!" She cheerfully chirped. I simply huffed in her direction. 

"Go get Mommy's ebony hairbrush, Summer Addison." I said to her in a no-nonsense tone, being sure to use her middle name as well. I'm pretty sure she likely assumed that SHE was going to be feeling the brush on her bare bottom, for being so brazen.

Bella's time was nearing its end. I helped her off the torture device and removed her gag. Without hesitation, she diligently began to clean her shame and arousal from the dildo, when I removed it from the pedestal and handed it to her. 

Summer returned with the hairbrush, eager to see how the rest of Bella's punishment would play-out. 

"Go wait in our room Summer, sit on the bed and stay there." I commanded. 

"But Mommy!" She pleaded. Clearly wanting to see this poor woman get a spanking. 

As much as it's dreadfully humiliating to have your spanking witnessed, as an adult, I think there is a decent level of humility and vulnerability, knowing someone is listening to it. The echoed spanks, the yelps and cries of pain, even if they are muffled by a closed door or by distance. 

(I think one of the greatest examples of what I mean, was a few of Miss Julie's tales. Spanked by her sister while hubby is in the house and can hear. Spanked by her parents in her childhood bedroom, while BOTH her hubby and sister listen from another room. Makes my stomach sick with amazing butterflies, just thinking about it!)

Anyway, this is what I was going for here. The ebony brush made one hell of a "crack", that echoed right up the stairs where Summer had been dismissed. 

Again, I actually didn't know why I was punishing Bella, she just pleaded with me that she needed it. She is very self-aware and I hold her accountable. That was a good enough reason for her I guess, to end up sobbing in my living room like a naughty little girl. 

Rather than cornertime, I urged her to go find Summer upstairs, and allow her to apply some lotion to those burning cheeks. 

Bella thanked me for my "help", then took me up on the kind offer. 

Summer helped dab the tears away, hugged Bella and began to soothe her...Summer style. 

What began with some cooling lotion being gently applied to that spanked bum, ended up with a mouth buried in Bella's snatch. Spanking makes Bella so very soaked! Shamefully so. 

That being said, things only escalated from there...

I think it needs to be said again. I'm glad these two are having fun. "Who's gonna play with ME?!" 

Sheesh! Time for me to message Goddess Vanessa it would seem! And go get some action of my own. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Quid Pro Quo

 

Emasculation

Continued from: He's so Screwed

When we left off, the girls had taken poor Jeremy's cock and mashed it into a chastity cage that was about the size of an Oreo cookie. And if that wasn't bad enough, they used a threaded dildo attachment to give their submissive some usefulness, all while fucking with his mind and his pre-conceived notions of masculinity. 

Jeremy got the divine honour of fucking Mistress Summer with this thing, rather than his actual penis. But Summer made it very clear that if he chose to fuck her, she would be returning the favour. 

Before this comeuppance was administered however, Cassandra wanted in on the action. The solution these two vixens chose was a dildo gag. A short intruding portion that looks and feels like a realistic penis, went into Jeremy's mouth to gag him, while a lifelike dildo triumphantly protruded from the other side.

This must be dreadfully humiliating for Jeremy. Paying to be in the presence of and serve two shockingly beautiful women, yet reduced to using stunt-cocks to fuck them.

Summer rode him slowly and deeply, making sure her asshole dabbed his nose while she bounced away. Cassie took a firm grip of his nipples like they were reins, and slammed her juicy pussy into his chastity dildo. 

His desperation by this point, must have been unbearable. I'm sure he was begging to be fucked, if it meant he was one step closer to release, to having his cock-cage removed. 

The girls ran a train on him and took turns destroying his asshole with their own stunt cocks!

If he spurted from his tiny device, like a sissygasm from anal only, his cage would not have been removed. After several rounds of ass-fucking from both of gorgeous Dommes, the chastity-gasm eluded poor Jeremy. 

Cassandra was of course pissed-off, she didn't want to remove his cock-cage. I'm surprised she didn't kick his balls again, out of frustration. Rather, they subjected Jeremy to one final torment and made him watch, as Summer and Cassie had sex on the couch. 

Jeremy eventually earned his release, after an hour or so of suffering at the hands of these two beauties. Maybe not the release he was hoping for, but after 10 weeks in chastity, he took what was offered. 

The girls made him stand in the corner and face the walls. They sat close-by to supervise and humiliate him. Jeremy was permitted to masturbate while facing the corner, orgasm into his own palm, then consume his entire load. 

He was then required to turn and thank the dominant duo for the load of cum he just consumed. About five minutes after this, limp and shriveled once again, they had him locked back into his day-to-day chastity cage. 

Was it worth it Jeremy? A 30-second wank into your palm in exchange for humiliation, pain, mental torture, degradation and having your arse raped by these two? I'm hearing that no safewords were used... 

I'm sure you wouldn't trade it for all the tea in China, Jeremy...

As usual, I'll be keeping your chastity key as you return to the vanilla world. When you're ready for more heavenly hash, feel free to book with me again. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: 'Tis the Season