Brush My Teeth

Continued from: ATM

A Sarah Jane Story 

I was definitely fliting with disaster here. 

"Daddy punish me more, I haven't learned my lesson." 

C'mon! Pleeeeease! He would be able to see right through this and could call me on it. I thought I might have ended up over his knee again. Good thing Bella is a little bit irresistible, even to me! I missed seeing her body squirm and writhe under pleasure, and hearing her moan like a whore when I was pressing that dildo into her ass. 

And now, I found myself wanting more! Greedily. I was telling Daddy to humiliate me further, by doing ass-to-mouth with his own cock, essentially cuckqueaning me. I don't know what I was thinking. I was just so aroused. 

Again, he didn't need to ask Bella if this was alright, but he did anyway. Such a gentleman. She of course, robotically agreed like a good sex slave should/would. 

"Yes Sir, thank you, Sir." She replied, at Daddy's offer to fuck her in the ass, then transfer his cock from her bum, into my mouth. 

Yes, I was jealous, especially after seeing the moves she had. She essentially did all the work, and fucked her own arse on Daddy's dick. 

She was a pro, rolling her hips, a deep arch to her back and letting her tits flop about, all while occasionally glancing in my direction. 

Before long, Daddy got up and popped out of her butt. Then it was directly over to me and into my waiting mouth. 

There was definitely no twelve repetitions this time, there's no way Daddy would have lasted. I kinda enjoyed teasing him this way, without him knowing. I knew he was on the brink of blowing his load so I sucked his cock with tremendous vigor and speed. If he cums...no more fucking Bella right? Hehe...

I think he was able to manage three. Three reps into Bella's asshole then into my mouth. At the end of the third trip, from ass to mouth, Daddy finally exploded into my throat. 

There! Now I can go brush my teeth...*blush*

Right after I thank Bella for participating in my dreadfully shameful punishment. I knelt down and kissed her passionately on the asshole, verbally thanking her in the process. 

Daddy went down to the kitchen to make us all a snack. I threw on some panties and little top, Bella just stayed in her stockings and garters. Ha. What a weapon she is!

I don't know what came over me, maybe it was the special bond I had with Bella or the intensity of the humiliation I just went through, with the ass-to-mouth punishment, but I couldn't keep my hands off her. I was still so aroused! I hadn't cum yet, during that who ordeal.

She went to wash her hands at the sink and I caressed her bum and slipped a finger inside her petals. 

I got an approving nod from Daddy that it was ok. That I wasn't being too bold for my role or too big for my britches as it's known. 

Next thing you know we were making out on the couch. 

And before you know it, I had my legs in the air, letting her slip my panties off. 

As I watched her beautiful hair begin to brush against the insides of my thighs, I frantically called out to Daddy who was in the kitchen. 

"Would it be ok if I had an orgasm, Daddy...please?" 

I knew the moment her mouth came into contact with my cunt it would be all over for me. It would be too late to seek Daddy's permission. 

"Sure, sweetie." He called back to me. 

Bella gave me an evil but playful smile, before leaning all the way in to French kiss my clit. 

*MOAAAAAN!!

Gawwwd damn! Ohhh fuck did I ever cum for her. Her tongue lashed the shit outta me! I wanted her to make me cum again but I didn't want to push my luck with Daddy. I pulled Bella in for a kiss so I could taste myself on her lips, then gave her an equally sinister and playful smile back. 

"Daddddddieeee...can Bella stay the night with us?"

Well she did...we slept in until like noon yesterday. We literally had sex like all fucking night! It was amazing. We teased poor Daddy so much! Hehe

He told me his cock feels like it was in a wet bouncy castle all night. Lol. Jesus...

I'll write about Saturday night, if you'd like to hear more about it? 

Until then. 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Threesome with Bella

  

 

ATM

Continued from: A Mouth Punishment?

A Sarah Jane story 

Hello again everyone, it's Sarah. 

If you happened to notice the comments section in my last post, Mistress Andrea made a guest appearance in the comments. She teased me about my upcoming punishment and officially declared, publicly, that I would be taking ass-to-mouth, rather than a mouth-soaping.

Which is actually fine by me, I was going to choose this route anyway. The mouth-soaping really sucks and quite shamefully, I enjoy the pure, degrading humiliation of such a dirty act as ATM.

Look how filthy and nasty this is? My fantasy involves being "forced" to do this. Forced, to avoid a severe spanking or whipping. 

Check that out! Straight from her asshole and right down the hatch, as it should be, to shame and degrade me. 

I've been the recipient of ATM from my own bum hole to my mouth, but never with another girl. I was mentally preparing for this to be Summer, but as you'll also read in the last posts' comments, Summer is in Paris, with Mistress Andrea.

I guess Mistress and Daddy must have been commiserating on this one, to ensure I was still adequately punished and shamed, despite Summer's unavailability. So they cooked up a plan to utilize Bella instead. *shrug*

This all went down Saturday, when Daddy returned from his conference trip. I was totally excited to see him and even more excited to don my "big-girl" clothing and accessories. I would have squealed with excitement if it wasn't for the giant ball-gag in my mouth. 

If Daddy is away from the home for any longer than a few hours, like if he were to go to the office all day and not work-from-home, this is how he expects to find me when he comes through the door. 

Cuff and collar set, sturdy leather with padlocks attached and locked - check!

Matching collar, lockable, brass padlock attached - check. 

Nipples clamped with a connecting chain, ball-gag tightly affixed (also lockable with a brass padlock). I inserted an anal plug up my bum, wore stockings, heels and opera gloves then did my hair into a high pony, up and out of the way. My heart was pounding in sync with the throbbing of my cunt, when I finally knelt by the front door windows. I spread my legs, opened my palms on my thighs and lowered my head to wait for Daddy. 

Luckily there wasn't an Amazon package coming to the door that day. You know how they all place them by the front door and take a picture now? From where I was kneeling, I'd probably be in the background of a parcel photo!! Eeeek.

From the time Daddy text me, "wait by the door" until the moment he was now home and seated behind me, I think ten minutes may have passed. 

I maintained my composure and remained in perfect positioning for him as he sat and spoke. Daddy told me that I would be getting a spanking, of course, and that Bella was coming over in the evening for the rest of my punishment. 

I should mention that everything punishment related, in Daddy's home, involves a spanking also. If I'm caught with the soles of my knee socks not pristine and white, I know I'd be going to the special room upstairs to have the soles of my feet punished, after I get a spanking...

Caught masturbating without permission, it would be straight to the specialty room and into the bondage apparatus where my pussy lips and clit would be punished...after I go across Daddy's knee. Make sense? That's how things work around here.

So, despite this loving embrace into Daddy's arms, I knew his belt would snap, crackle and pop from those belt loops eventually, just not immediately. I needed to help Daddy relax first.

As I was in enough hot-water as is, I figured I should go above and beyond with my servitude tonight. I made him a lovely craft cocktail to start. 

Then he wanted to put his feet up and enjoy the drink. 

Then he wanted his dick sucked, which I was more than eager to do. I blew him to full completion into my mouth and tummy. Yum! Thank you, Daddy. 💦💨

I suppose I had stalled enough, I knew what was coming next. 

When I took my mouth off his cock, Daddy got his pants back up and fastened. I got to witness the moment that every spanko dreams about, until it's actually happening before your eyes. Daddy jingled that belt-buckle to undo it, then snapped the leather through the loops. He doubled the belt over on itself then told me to take everything off and remove and unlock all accessories.  

I'm typically only spanked fully nude when it's gonna be a doozy. And boy was it ever! 

After an extra long warm-up over Daddy's knee, I found myself draped over the back of the couch with my feet dangling. In this position, I was strapped with Daddy's belt until my little feet were frantically kicking the air. 

It was a doozy alright. It's Monday now and I'm stilling feeling it.

You see the hour-glass there, beside the timeout corner? It's positioned here for a reason and it fuckin' sucks. HOUR-glass literally means one hour! Thankfully Daddy didn't turn it over to start my cornertime on this particular day. I think he set a timer on his phone while I buried my nose into the walls and whimpered.

I was still parked in the corner when the doorbell rang. Obviously Daddy planned all this out and made sure my timeout was long enough for Bella to arrive and see me this way. It was so humiliating. My bare bum must have been so red, it certainly felt like it was on fire. 

Also dreadfully humiliating, was having to stand there with my hands on my head and listen to the two of them talk. I listened to Daddy offer her a glass of wine, then explain the intimate details of my punishment, like where the dildo will be going first, before it goes into my mouth.

Bella is a sex slave, she doesn't have to consent to anything that isn't a hard limit, but Daddy is a gentleman. He made sure to ask if she was ok with what was about to go down. She was calling him 'Sir' at this point and I could actually hear an undertone of excitement in her voice, to be a part of this.

When my time in the corner was up, I turned to see her for the first time. Of course she was regally dressed, beyond stunning and towering over me in her 1600 dollar Loubies. 

I sat my burning bottom on her lap and hugged her tightly. She and I had endured so much together, at Mistress Andrea's Facility. It was like we shared this Stockholm Syndrome, P.O.W. camp bond with one another. 

Daddy asked me if I was ready for the remainder of my punishment. I sniffled and nodded my head. 

He led us both to the bathroom upstairs, near the toilet. The setting was specifically chosen to be more dirty and degrading for me. 

Bella took off her dress and panties and got down on all fours, as Daddy handed me a well-lubricated dildo. 

My instructions were very specific. I was required to insert the dildo into Bella's ass and give her a moment to adjust and open for me, then slowly and deliberately fuck her deeply with it. Five or six thrusts only. Then I was to remove the dildo from her asshole and take it into my mouth. 

Five or six long bobs of my head, with my lips pursed around the shaft, deepthroating it, and this counted as one repetition. 

"One, thank you Daddy." Is what I was required to recite, after each rep, before sliding the cock back into Bella's anus. 

"Two, thank you Daddy." 

...

"Eleven, thank you Daddy."

I was "sentenced" to twelve repetitions in total. From her ass, directly to my mouth and back again. Each time that dildo popped out of her butt and her anus winked and gaped at me, I could feel it right in my cunt. This may have been a degrading, humiliating and creative punishment, but my naughty cunt seemed to be enjoying herself. 

Daddy declared my punishment was over, then told me to stand up and brush my teeth, which was probably the most humiliating thing he ever could have said in that moment. 

The surge of shame and vulnerability shot right through my body on that one, ending directly at my cunt! I suddenly wasn't ready for my punishment to be over. I didn't wanna brush my teeth yet! I was gluttonous for more and I didn't know why.

Bravely, I managed to squeak out a plea for more shame and more humiliation. 

"Daddy, may I please be punished again, I haven't learned my lesson yet...but can we use your cock this time, Daddy?" 

To be continued. 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo 

Continued in: Brush my Teeth

 

 

A Mouth Punishment?

Continued from: My Pet

A Sarah Jane story

Hi, everyone, it's Sarah. 

Daddy is away on a work conference thingy and I got myself into trouble in his absence. That didn't take long. Sheesh! He's only be gone for two days.

He's left me like this before, for similar reasons and usually he locks me up in a very secure chastity belt. There would be an emergency key left behind for me but it would be in a lockbox that only he has the code to. I haven't had to use this option before, but the process would involve me having to message or call Daddy, explain the emergency in which I need to be unlocked, then he would give me the code.  

But...like I said. I have never had to use this lifeline. I just suffer through the throbbing sensation of being locked up and denied. I have to piss through the metal screening, poop through the anal opening provided and take extra care in cleaning and hygiene. If I leave the house, I have to adjust my wardrobe accordingly, so the belt is hidden. 

It's humiliating, frustratingly arousing and embarrassing to be locked up. The perfect cocktail of emotions for a naughty slut like me. 

However! Daddy didn't lock me up in his absence this time. Nor did he get me his favourite babysitter (Mistress Andrea). He said he wanted to distance-play with me while he was away. 

Awww! My heart! 💕 My Daddy!

So play we did!

Yesterday I had to log in and work from home, including some zoom calls with my colleagues. Daddy told me to dress in my schoolgirl attire. My age-regressed lower half hidden from my colleagues, my upper half professional. I even wore a school-tie which looked professional to my team and not weird. But my face burned red with humiliation, as I knew the tie was just an accessory to a very short plaid skirt, ruffled ankle socks and Mary Janes that I was hiding below. 

Daddy let me wear full pantyhose too, because it's been freakin' cold lately. So I just slipped my ruffle socks over my hosed feet. The whole ensemble had me feeling very adorable, yet I knew the reason Daddy dressed me this way, is that I was due for a maintenance spanking, between zoom calls. 

*Gulp*

Daddy had me lay these out in preparation. I knew I would be receiving all three. 

Imagine readers, how this feels for an adult woman. Sitting behind a computer working and engaging in meetings while dressed like a schoolgirl, knowing that at some point during the day, you're going to be spanked. I was nervous with butterflies, I was humiliated and my crotch was wet. So shameful! 

When the time came I put myself in timeout, nose to the corner and hands on my head. I set up my phone and took a timer-photo to send to Daddy. 

"I'm ready for my spanking Daddy."  I sent, along with this photo: 

Daddy simply responded with a: 

"35 lashes with the belt please, over your pantyhose and panties, then 25 on each cheek with the hairbrush, then 25 on each cheek with the bathbrush." 

Yes...I spank myself when Daddy orders it. It can never compare to the real thing, being over his knee. But it helps to scratch my itch. 

My knickers and hose provided decent layers of protection from the belt, but the dense wood of the brushes burnt right though my protective layers. 

Next came the same allotment of strokes, only this time, hose down and over my panties.

Now I was starting to sting and redden-up. I already knew what was coming next, Daddy sent the message anyway...

"35 with the belt, and 25 per cheek with each brush, on the BARE!" My last layer of protection was stripped away. I did an ok job on myself. Again, it can never compare to the real thing, yet my cunt couldn't tell the difference. She was soaked! *blush*

I sent Daddy this one, seeking his approval that I had done a good enough job on myself. I was praised and rewarded with the opportunity to masturbate for him. I am never, ever allowed to have a vanilla orgasm. That being said, his next instructions were to neatly lay out my ring-gag, lubricant for my asshole and a butt plug of my choosing. 

I obeyed right away and sent Daddy this. I was eager to have a cummy for him! 

Unfortunately I had some work matters to attend to first, so my masturbation was delayed a bit. When I wiggled free of a zoom call meeting, I rushed into Daddy's room and plugged my asshole as he requested. 

I set up my phone to film. I didn't have to include my face in the video, Daddy only wanted to hear me cum, so the filming was more to capture the audio. In no time flat I was screaming out, "I'm cumming Dadddddddyyyyyyy!"

It was a wonderfully powerful orgasm. My hungry little asshole clenched that plug so tightly when I began to spasm. I was loud too! Like porn-star loud! 

I love being Daddy's little porn-star. 💗🌟

Proudly, I sent my video to Daddy right away. He was driving. Then he tells me he's going to listen to it through his car audio. 

Gawd, I was so embarrassed! 

A few moments later though, my stomach sunk! This was our text exchange leading up to and after he listened to my clip.  

FUCK! Fuck fuck...

Look at my image above, masturbating on the bed. Do you see a gag in my mouth as I was instructed to do?! I laid one out and even photographed it for Christ sakes.  

Fuck! I completely forget and now I'm in deep shit. I have no excuse and I must accept my punishment, likely when Daddy gets home. 

You remember the rules in our house? Punishments fit the offence. If I am caught with a run in my hosiery, the soles of my feet get whipped. Caught masturbating without permission, my bare cunt gets whipped...you get the idea. 

What's a mouth punishment?? 

Likely a mouth soaping. Which really fuckin' sucks! Especially in Daddy's house and let me tell you why. Check this out: 

This is SOAP!! This is a fucking bar of soap, in our bathroom. It remains proudly displayed on the sink, as a reminder to me. This is the sink where I brush my teeth each morning and night, where I am forced to look at this stupid soap-dick that has been in my mouth many times before. 

Bratty, back-sass, too much swearing...and coming soon...forgetting to gag my mouth when Daddy asks. 

He's already declared that I'm going to be punished when he gets home. I am only surmising that it'll be the soap dick, since the violation relates to my mouth. I just hope it isn't. 

The last time I got a mouth soaping I was marched to the bathroom fully naked, wearing only heels that I was wobbling in. I had to bend fully at the waist and use my own saliva to get a lather on the soap dick. Daddy paddled my bare bum to encourage me to give it head and to deepthroat the phallically veiny soap. It was a dreadful and effective punishment. 

After I saw the message from Daddy on this occasion, that I was going to be punished, my tummy was sick with butterflies. I assumed it would be the heavy wooden paddle and the soap dick for sure!

I wasn't wrong, but much to my surprise I had a choice. A predicament. Daddy loves giving me predicaments. So I am forced to choose my own punishment and choose between the lesser of two evils. Then stew over my choice until Daddy gets home. 

As expected, he offered me "mouth soaping". As I explained above, this means paddled on the bare bum until I break and begin to suck the soap dildo frantically, to bring an end to the paddling. 

But then...Butt then, pun intended...a second option from Daddy. 

Would I prefer to perform ass-to-mouth with another girl, using a dildo...

Like...she fucks me with a strap-on then I kneel and suck her? Or she uses a dildo into her asshole then fucks my mouth with it?? Or even worse!! Daddy fucks her in the ass then mashes his cock into my mouth??!!

I don't know what to choose...but I have to choose! Please help...

Sarah Jane

xoxo

Continued in: ATM

 

 

 

My Pet

Continued from: Seasons Beatings

A Sarah Jane story 

Hello everyone, it's Sarah. Sorry for the delay in the posting that I promised you. I guess we all just had to make it through the holiday season and get back into our regular routines and rituals. Daddy and I are back into our normal rhythms. I still get spanked each night before bed, over his knee. Then I get special Daddy kisses on my bottom hole, while being permitted to masturbate and cum. I love all our little rituals, this one especially. The only twist...believe it or not, Eleve is still here with us!

Mistress Andrea has not hosted a party lately, so I haven't been able to sell her back into slavery. Part of me wants to be rid of her. I hate it when she is there in the evenings, listening to me get strapped on the bare with Daddy's belt. It's so humiliating for me, as she also sees me dressed like a little girl and sobbing like a little girl sometimes. 

We did the kind thing and offered her a room and a bed when she first arrived. She insisted on being in a locked cage, where she actually spent several evenings. Finally, we settled on a pet bed in the corner of our room, provided she is locked in a chastity belt for sleeping. 

Nice and secure! She can't tempt my Daddy with her slutty cunt. My jealously peeks through sometimes? I can't help it. 

 

Although I just said I'd like to be rid of her, part of me wants to keep her too. She actually alleviated many of my daily responsibilities, allowing more time to focus on Daddy's pleasure and my own greedy desires.

Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays I am dressed like a schoolgirl around the house. Traditional and proper-like, not a slutty style. 

Tuesdays and Fridays I am in elaborate French Maid attire. The usual look with lots of satin, ruffles, stockings and heels. On these days I have to clean the house top-to-bottom, scrub toilets and hand-wash my own panties and lingerie, along with all the other laundry and tidying. 

On weekends and weeknight evenings I am dressed like a little girl, very elaborately on Sundays I might add, which is my maintenance spanking day. It's a lovely routine. I thoroughly enjoy having my clothing chosen for me, even though it's difficult to do labourious chores while wearing high heels. 

Since Eleve showed up...SHE does all of this now! Hehe. I can't complain. 

She clicks around the house in only an apron, seeing to literally everything that use to be my responsibility. I barely lift a finger now, as far as domestic chores go. This aspect of buying her has been great! She even cooks us dinner sometimes. 

But...it was a bit of a double-edged-sword. If you remember, after my Upper Floor party of taking cock in every one of my fuck-holes, Daddy declared that I needed a break from penis for awhile. You'll also remember that Eleve's stainless chastity belt ended up on ME! 

This lasted a few days leading up to Christmas and it sucked. I loved it and hated it. Daddy knows all my deepest and darkest desires and one of them is to be cucked by another female. To be reduced to a humiliated, shamed and degraded observer. So this is exactly what happened during my "break" from cock. 

Look at me! Facing the corner in shame, bare naked and shrouded in rigid metal, as I was forced to listen to Daddy fuck her.

It should be me gagging on his cock. But I was in a great big, 2-inch gag ball with a panel covering. 

Does she suck cock better than I do? Is Daddy enjoying her mouth more than mine? These thoughts flashed through my mind and my stomach fluttered with humiliation...but I couldn't stop my confined cunt from throbbing like crazy. I fuckin hated her in these moments. My wet cunt I mean, not Eleve...

He fucked her directly over my face, as my panel gag was replaced with a ring-gag, forcing my mouth open. When Daddy finally pulled out, mid-orgasm, his cum oozed from her pussy and dribbled from his cock, directly into my waiting mouth. I had the sweet taste of their shared arousal, flavouring the inside of my mouth and filling my tummy. 

Two days! Two days I spent locked in that belt and subjected to cuckqueaning. I was about to explode with arousal. Then it was Christmas. Much to my surprise, Daddy gave Eleve back to me, as MY present. And rightfully so. I bought her. She was my pet! 

He literally tied her up with red ribbon and put her under the tree for me. It was pretty cute.

What's the first thing a little kid does when they get a toy for Christmas? They frantically want to play with it, right? Well...I'm a "little"...it was Christmas morning and my cunt had been denied for two days. Of course I played with my new toy! 

I dressed up Eleve and used her mouth! For hours! Daddy allowed it. He wanted to watch anyway, so I became a little more bold. She was just an mouth to me, with no identity.

A very pretty mouth I might add. 

Maybe it was revenge, to degrade her in this way and make her wear a mask-hood? Revenge for fucking Daddy over my face. 

I ended up becoming very bold with my new Christmas morning toy. I had her lick my pussy to multiple orgasms. I made her lick my asshole.

I even had her suck on my toes and lick the bare soles of my feet. It was a lovely Christmas morning. 

Throughout the rest of the holidays, Daddy remained firm in his position that Eleve was my pet and my toy to use. It's during moments like this when I'm torn and I don't want to sell her. 

What do all of you think? Should I keep her as my own sex doll, like Daddy keeps me as his? She does have a pretty amazing mouth!

I'm open to your suggestions. 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: A Mouth Punishment?