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

 

 
    

He's so Screwed!

Continued from: Pinch Hitter

Despite his collar, Jeremy was fully naked, locked in a small metal cage in the dungeon space. He had tape over his mouth and his penis has been in a metal chastity cage for about ten weeks. It's safe inside this cage, but will his desperation for kink and the potential for an orgasm convince him otherwise? 

Outside of the cage, the sharks were circling. 

The resounding and commanding sounds of high heels on tile, echoed through the dank space, as Cassandra and Summer paced around the room like predators. 

I'm not sure about you Jeremy, but maybe it's best if you just stayed in the cage?

Cassandra however, can be extremely convincing when she begins to fuck with your mind. Offering horrible predicaments and forcing the submissive to choose their own peril.

"I'll let you out of that cage to play with us, Boy, but it's going to cost you a kick to the balls," Cassandra hissed. 

Summer fought to contain her laughter at this extreme turn of events. She turned away covering her mouth with her hand, as Jeremy nodded his head in the affirmative, choosing the ball-kick to earn his freedom. 

Ouch! 

He crumpled to the floor in a heap. Maybe don't let a professional dancer with dancer's legs, kick you in the balls?

Cassandra then made him kiss the shoe that just kicked him. 

"Don't thank ME you worthless piece of shit, I said thank my shoe!" She barked. "Kiss her and say, thank you Miss Loubie, for kicking me in the balls."

Jeremy complied with the dreadfully humiliating request, literally speaking to Cassie's shoe and kissing the area that had just ricocheted off his scrotum.

With his penis still in full retreat, the girls used that opportunity to get him out of his everyday chastity cage and into something a little more...snug. 

Have you seen those flat ones? The ones that just mash the penis into nothingness? Yikes! 

Once the girls had Jeremy locked away once again, Cassandra resumed her mental torment. 

"Isn't Mistress Summer beautiful, Slave Boy?" Cassandra floated out there. "Wouldn't you just love to fuck her?"

"I don't fuck boys who have little micro-dicks," Summer interjected, then asked him directly, "do you have a little micro-dick, young man?" 

Poor Jeremy just lowered his head and nodded, consumed by shame and embarrassment. 

Cassie didn't let up, and quickly produced a unique and brilliant solution, coupled with another dreadful predicament for Jeremy. 

(I've been seeing more and more of these online. I absolutely love the idea!) 

"Do you see this, you pathetic loser? It just screws into the tip of your cage. Much more appealing to Mistress Summer than your tiny dick," Cassie teased, waving the ultra-realistic dildo in Jeremy's face. 

"If you'd like me to screw this onto you, you can fuck Mistress Summer, would you like that, boy?" 

Jeremy sheepishly meeped-out a little, "yes, Miss Cassie," as his face burned with humiliation. 

To make matters worse, Cassandra cheerfully began to pretend it was a real penis. "Here, Mistress Summer, let me help. Let me fluff this big boy for you!"

Jeremy could only whimper and groan in frustration, as Cassandra performed a hand-job on his prosthetic member, followed by a blow-job. The tape was removed from his mouth momentarily. Cassie wanted to hear him beg! 

If his real dick was attempting to get hard in that little nub of a cage, I don't imagine that would have felt very nice. 

"Ohhh, Mistress...he's nice and hard for you, look!" Cassie purred toward Summer, winking at her in the process.

"Thank you Miss Cassie." Summer replied. "I can't wait to ride that raging cock."

Summer wasted no time in climbing up on the poor submissive, and lowered her wet pussy onto the stunt-cock. 

She bounced away, all while pestering Jeremy into making another predicament choice. 

"Do you want to fuck me doggystyle, loser? Do you want me to be a whore for you?" Summer offered. 

Before he could process a positive or negative head-nod, Summer then said, "if you fuck me like that, I'll be fucking you right back in the same way. Now what's it gonna be?"

It looks like Jeremy is going to be taking it up the bum from Summer, once he gets done with his fake dickering... 

Silly boy!

Let me know if you want me to continue the tale of poor Jeremy, and Summer fucking his bum? She's out for revenge!

Disclaimer: 

Please remember that when clients book with me they always have safewords. No one gets kicked in the balls, golden showered or subjected to small penis humiliation for instance, unless they have outright told me this is what they want. To each their own...different strokes for different folks. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Emasculation  

  

 

 

 
  

Pinch Hitter

Continued from: Quality Control

Sorry for going M.I.A. for a bit folks. I went and got fuckin' COVID! Again...wtf! 

Thrice vaccinated. I take all precautions during this time of year and hand-wash always. I haven't been around any silver-sleeved, greasy children...I dunno where the hell I got it from. 

I was mainly just tired and cold. I had body aches. *pout*

I noticed Russell and Sarah posted a few times. It sounds like she is being kept on a very short leash over there. This is good, she needs that. A room specifically for the whipping of her soles, her asshole, her tits! Omg I love it. She's 100% correct though, about Russell's quality control and OCD. It rubbed-off on me back in the day too. If I ever caught Summer with a run in her hose, oh boy I'd roast her bare ass until she couldn't sit!

Anyway. Let me share with you what also happened during this COVID stint of mine. I'm all better now btw. When I was down and out I had an out-of-town client booked for a dual-Domme session. Dual Domme sessions are very expensive and my client was planning to drive over four hours just to be abused by Summer and I. Plus, I keep him in a chastity cage 24/7 and usually he earns his unlocking when he books with me, once every few months. I couldn't cancel on him. I would have felt so bad. 

Four hours away, leading his vanilla life with a locked-up penis. I think he has been denied for at least 10 weeks. I'd say he was very much looking forward to this session.  

You know when you get an idea to fix a problem of some kind and you know the fix will work, but you also know it's a bad idea, right off the bat? 

Speaking of bats...here's the bad idea:

Look at her! Resting pissed right off face! 

So, I ended up telling my client that I was down with the sniffles, his name is Jeremy btw. I asked Jeremy if he'd be ok with a pinch hitter to replace me. Summer would still be present, I reassured him, then I began to tell him a little about Cassandra. I think he liked hearing that she was only 21. He probably didn't hear me mention that she's a bit...ummm, aggressive, toward men. 

Silly male. Only thinking with his locked-up dick. Jeremy ended up not cancelling his appointment. In-fact, he quite excitedly and hastily sent his deposit and bode me some get-well-soon pleasantries. 

Be careful what you wish for you silly male submissive. Here's bad idea number two! Summer and Cassie together. 

Regardless of what they're doing they end up just feeding off one-another and working themselves into a frenzy. Every one here at The Facility, clients included, all have safewords. All I can say is good luck to you Jeremy, use your words if you need to!

On the day of the session, the girls were suited-up and getting into character. They looked great, especially in contrast to my hot-mess of a condition. Jeremy was almost here and like the coach of sports team, I was giving Summer and Cassie a little maternal pep-talk. 

I think it went something like: 

"Cassandra Leigh! Look at me...Don't break him! He's a good client and he's paying a grotesque amount of money for this. That goes for you too, Summer Addison!" 

Of course the two of them just giggled at my cautionary warnings. You see, with Cassandra, she won't physically break down a man with a whip, she'll crawl right inside his mind and emotionally defeat him. Horrible predicaments that fuck with your mind, echoes of being sexually inadequate ringing in your ears and constant reminders of having a small, useless penis, even if you don't. That's Cassie's M.O. 

Summer on the other hand, is much more of an implement wielder. She'll handle the physical part, as Cassandra emotionally tortures. What have I unleashed here...?

It's like A.I. destroying humanity. I had put a series of events into motion that I couldn't undo. The genie was out of the bottle. 

I'm sorry Jeremy, be a brave boy for Mommy! Cuz you're fucked! 

Literally!

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: He's so Screwed!