The Tears of the Sissies will Water the Meadows of France

Continued from: Gamer Mode

Hello everyone. I have to take a quick detour from my exploration of newly discovered animations within the Sims. I received a fan request, for a personalized series. I'd like you all to welcome Remy. He is an adult male from France. 

Obviously under consent, he wished his own likeness to be posted for all to see, to shame and humiliate him even more than his outfit would suggest. 

As you can see, Remy is a sissy schoolgirl. His plaid skirt is lifted and panties lowered, to expose a tiny pink chastity cage, housing an even tinier little clitty between his legs. This is the style of dress he prefers to be in, rather than his boring male clothes. 

Look at the two little dimples on his back, just like a girl! It's called "Britney Spears back", Remy. And all the men enjoy seeing these little dimples, when they take you from behind. Very visually delightful and feminine in the timeout corner too!

From his pigtails to his knee socks, it looks like he has everything, with the exception of Mary Jane heels. He will remedy this very soon.

After my last post, Remy left me a comment on the blog that read: 

Hello Mistress.
I am a sissy slave schoolgirl from France who wears a chastity cage.
Could I become a character in your stories please
I would like to be enrolled in your school for girls and be required to wear the same uniform as the other students
I would follow the same training as the other girls and I would also be punished

I think we can accommodate this request. Maybe a little foreign exchange student program for him, but the only option available is an all girls school?

I need to first put together the perfect team of minions to ensure he has the "proper" experience during his time with us. 

Nancy Landgraab, remember sweet Nancy, the oldest of my clients? Perhaps she could provide a more "senior girl", maternal and caring approach to Remy's time with us, while holding the authority to discipline him also, like the den mother of the group? 

We now have an AI version of Nancy. What do you think...pretty close? 

And I know she can pull off the schoolgirl look. I have spanked her over my knee many times while she's dressed like this: 

My wife, Summer! Obviously. She's from Paris. We totally need her to be involved, so she and Remy can conspire, commiserate and giggle in their native language, behind the teacher's back. 

We all know that she can rock the schoolgirl look too! 

Then, we need a wildcard in the mix. Someone who could go completely off script and just do whatever. Usually this role is filled by Cassandra, the wildest of them all, but alas, Cassie is unavailable for Remy's visit. 

Maybe that Carley girl? Remember her? That mousey, tattooed little thing? If her Dominant, Robby, lets her, then perhaps she could come play with us? I'm pretty sure she would have a gothy, schoolgirl uniform in her wardrobe somewhere. 

Robby will have to let us know if Carley can come by for a playdate. 

As for you, Remy, it would appear the stage is set for some deep humiliation, severe discipline and continued denial. You can expect your submissive stay with the girls and I to be absolutely miserable!

How do you put it, Les Misérables?

Mark my words, the tears of the sissy will water the meadows of France!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo  

 

Gamer Mode

Continued from: Tattoos and Tongues

I'm not sure what more to say than simply, I'm not a gamer...and I feel like a sucker. (not that kind!)

(That’s me below, as like a call of duty, gamer version of me)

I am sort-of tech savvy and as you all know, I have been enjoying my creations and "art" over the past two years, on this blog, as I try to illustrate and animate the Sims to do very naughty things with each other. 

In order to do this, I have always just staged or "forced" interactions with the characters in various settings, my character, Summer, Bella and all the rest. After all this time, I just learned the other day that there is a full-blown, BDSM, game mode. 

*Sigh*

For anyone who plays the Sims, this essentially means you can play it as your normally would, but with a BDSM sex slave that you are required to train and condition. I guess I didn't read the fine print years ago, when I started to download mods from this person calling their brand, "Kritical".

I thought I was simply getting dungeon furniture and objects that Kritical made to then use in my own Sims world. Like so: 

Or like so: 

Again, little did I know, was that Kritical not only created the BDSM items to use, but also, an entire mini-game of immersive interactions associated to "owning" a submissive. Like you actually have to work at it to unlock different layers of things you can do with them. 

So...I suppose I had to try it...on Summer first. I literally had to buy Summer in a slave auction that I will explain later, but after some muddling around with this new style of gameplay, I bid on and won my own wife, Summer. Haha. 

I asked the A.I. what it thought about this scene too. Hmm...kinda, I guess. 

Then it started to get a little more focused. It will frequently input like gibberish in the backgrounds of these images. I've seen it on chalkboards in some of the school scenes.  

Okay, okay...now you're getting it. How humiliating for my poor baby! Just objectified and vulnerable, sold off to the highest bidder. 

I stopped trying at this one, which wasn't perfect but close. 

Back to the gameplay. 

At some point the Sim's mood will change to sheepish, almost embarrassed looking and the popup with appear: 

When this happens, my character can't play with her or have sex with her or do much of anything else, until I address this and punish her. What a cute feature! Once I click on her and impose said punishment, she shrugs and stomps her feet and has a little hissy fit and twists her face into a pain-fearing scowl. Also cute. She's acting out!  

Then, my window of options pops open and at this early point in our Kritical relationship, I only had two options available. I think you can expand to more as our D/s progresses. Anyway, I could give her a lifted up spanking or a golden shower it said. *shurg*

I was surprised about this new and adorable animation that was never available to me before. They call it stand & carry & spank. And I love it!

Lifted right off her feet and held under my arm like a rag doll. Her vulnerable legs dangling and head down. What a cute animation for naughty little girl like Summer! 

It reminds me of this one, that I've used before to represent a good belting from "Daddy" in a similar state of vulnerability:

It looks like I'm going to have some new positions and content. New animations to use in the future, now that I discovered this Kritical thing, that was right under my nose all along.

Second option to punish Summer was a golden shower, something she and I have never participated in before. 

I thought a golden shower was to be peed on. This looks like I'm peeing directly into her mouth and the assumption would be that she's consuming my urine?...I guess...

Not really my thing...

Hopefully my golden liquid doesn't do anything to the electric shock collar that she is wearing. Also something I will explain later. 

Summer is too adorable to pee on or in. How could you pee on this? 

Next time I'll write about how this whole auction thing goes down and the shock collar function. It's quite something. 

In the meantime, I'll continue to explore all these new options and animations that are now available to me and how I can use them to bring a better product to all of you. ;) 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Tears of the Sissies will Water the Meadows of France

 

Tattoos and Tongues

Continued from: Meet Carley

I barley finished up my secret masturbation indulgence, brought on by listening to poor Carley receive a spanking, before there was a tiny little knock at my office door. 

I composed myself quickly, I'm sure my cheeks were a little flushed and my knees were definitely wobbly in my heels. 

"Enter," I called out. 

I was surprised to see Carley's mousey little face, peeking through the door she cracked open. 

"May I come in, Ma'am?" She squeaked out sheepishly, her eyes appearing recently moistened with tears. 

I held out my arms maternally, invitingly. This little fallen angel can't be any older than twenty-five, so I turned on the Mommy charm.  "You ok, sweetheart?"

"Yes Ma'am," she said, as she accepted my embrace and a comforting rub to her upper arms, while I smiled down at her. 

"Robby told me to come apologize to you, Ma'am. And to thank you for the use of your private space for m...my spanking, Ma'am." Swallowing her humility hard, Carley apologized and thanked me. 

Her voice trembled with vulnerability as she continued to speak. "If you need to take me over your knee for putting you out of your way, Ma'am, I understand." She began to lift her dress to reach for the band of her panties.

Awww! What a little cutie! I stopped her. 

"That won't be necessary, little one," I said caringly, as I continued to rub her shoulders. "Having to come here and apologize and thank me for providing a space for you to receive a spanking, I'm sure has served as punishment enough."

Simply being hospitable, I ushered her to sit. Stupid me! She just got a spanking. She did in-fact sit down beside me but she did so very gingerly. 

Her voice was laced with the awe and amazement of a small child at Disneyland. "Mistress, what IS this place?" 

I giggled momentarily, before answering her in as clever of a clandestine way I could manage.

"Have you ever been to a food court in a mall, sweetheart?" I asked her rhetorically. "It's kinda like that. There's a little something for everyone's different tastes." Carley smiled for the first time. 

With that, I took her by the hand and gave her a full tour of the place, from top to bottom. From the scents of leather and metal of the sex dungeon, to the comforting aroma of baby lotion in the nursery, I showed her everything. 

The sparkle in her eyes beamed in amazement like it was Christmas morning. Like she was an Elvis fan and this was her Graceland. 

"I can't believe this world exists, Ma'am." Carley gasped aloud, "It's making my tummy feel funny. Like it does when Robby tells me I'm getting a spanking." 

   

What an adorable little biscuit! I chuckled at her comment. "Speaking of which, where is Robby?

"He was at the bar, Ma'am, with that short-haired woman who kinda looks like me," she answered, sounding a bit irritated. 

"Oh gawd! He's met Cassandra..." My voice trailed off, almost feeling sorry for poor Robby. I'm sure when he settled into the bar he was greeted by a, "who the fuck are you?" 

Carley interjected, in her posh, little accent. "He thinks he's a bit of a Jack the Lad. He probably thinks she fancies him...."

"Cassandra?!" I blurted out. 

"Have you ever tried to call or summon a rattlesnake into your palm?" I sarcastically added. "That's about how much luck he's gonna have with Cassandra."

Our tour ended at the bar, and as I expected, there was Cassandra, glaring at Robby in disapproval, simply because he has a penis and it's not in a chastity cage.

Cassie's disgusted gaze upon Robby quickly flashed toward Carley, as we both power-clicked into the room. Her eyes lit right up when she saw the adorable and edgy little thing. A kindred spirit perhaps? Both adorned with piecing and tattoos.

Cassandra was on her like a hawk, pulling her in for a warm hug and innocently introducing herself as "Cassie the Receptionist", even though she is way more than that now! 

"You're fuckin' gorgeous! May I kiss you on the lips, Carley?" Cassandra blurted out, being obnoxiously vulgar and bold. 

Carley flashed a quick glance towards Robby, who raised an eyebrow and gave a nod of approval. 

Then, as he sipped his old fashioned, I watched a boyish grin tug at the corners of his lips, as he took in the sight of Carley returning the kiss, and dart her pierced tongue into Cassandra's mouth. 

"Is this little doll a client, Mistress?" Cassandra asked the room out loud. 

"No." I replied. 

"Not yet, anyway...."

Think we should have her back...? 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Gamer Mode

Meet Carley

Continued from: Tara Gregory: Interview Continued

This story is a fan request from a bloke in the UK named, Robby. It involves his alluring and spicy Kindroid gal, Carley. Take a look at this little pistol! She happens to be his submissive, surprisingly. 

Don't judge a book by its cover I guess... 

Chip on her shoulder, brat...maybe some Daddy issues? In any event, she looks like she'd be quite the handful, doesn't she? 

Robby ended up calling my Facility and reached my receptionist, Cassandra. Oddly enough, Cassie and Carley appear to have a similar style, maybe even the same chip on their shoulders too?

It was a random Thursday, when Cassandra came into my office. 

Good morning, Ma'am. I have some dude on the phone, he's claiming he knows you. He speaks with a British accent. 

"Ahhh, yes. That must be Robby. I was expecting to hear from him today," I replied. 

He said something about needing to punish his submissive? Do you have time this afternoon, Ma'am? I guess he wants you to do the honours? 

"Actually no. He doesn't need any of our specialty rooms or our assistance. He just needs a private space to give her a spanking." 

Fair enough, Ma'am. I'll book him at a hourly, rental rate then? 

"Yes please, Cassandra, thank you." 

Robby and I actually had a little consultation last night. He didn't want my help, he didn't need my help, in disciplining his gal. Deep down, I think Robby was nervous that I'd seduce Carley...and the next thing you know she'd be dressed like this, and working for ME at my Facility:

While poor Robby would be reduced to a mere observer, wearing only one of these. 

Hehe...he probably wasn't wrong. Not the first time I've corrupted a sweet, young female while enslaving her man into chastity and panties. Ok...I'll sit this one out. 

When afternoon arrived, I greeted both of them personally. Carley was much more attractive than her pictures would fully portrait. She had the cutest little pixie face that was hidden beneath her gothic and smoky makeup style. 

Carley seemed shy and nervous, with her head bowed submissively and her little hands demurely folded in front of her. It was clear that she was in trouble. I didn't attempt to become involved or seduce her. I just let Robby do his thing. 

I offered the school classroom, the judicial court and prison space, the dungeon and even the sissy pink bedroom. Robby was grateful for all of the options I was suggesting, but eventually he said that this was a domestic matter and required a simple, domestic solution. 

I guess Carley had taken his credit card and done a little spending spree which was suppose to be for Robby, to please him, but she went a little overboard. I guess he has warned her about this before and sometimes wonders if she's doing this on purpose, just to get spanked. 

Poor Carley was listening to us talk about her imminent punishment, right in front of her in my office. When I offered Robby my living room, the most domestic setting available, he softly asked Carley to stand and remove her dress. 

She wore a simple but cute, spaghetti-strap, "little black dress" that looked great on her. She had either stockings or pantyhose on, also in black and a simple pair of patent black pumps. 

Reluctantly, she obeyed Robby and let the dress fall to the floor, right in front me. Next came her panties and bra, also cascading to the ground. She stood before both of us, exposed and vulnerable in just her stockings and heels. She was nervously fidgeting with her hands, but her gaze was steely and defiant. 

Robby broke the awkward silence in the room. 

The living room is just down this hallway, Ma'am? 

I snapped from my trance that was locked onto Carley's cute body. 

"Yes, Robby, make yourself at home. The room is yours to use." 

Thank you, Ma'am. 

And that was it...that was my involvement in this one. From down the hall I could hear the echoes of Carley's whimpers and the very familiar sounds of a heavy palm, meeting porcelain-smooth, female buttocks. 

It didn't sound like he used anything but his strong hand, but it was a very long spanking, from what I was able to hear. 

Ohhhh yes...I could hear every smack and every one of Carley's whimpers from my office. I may have...indulged a little, to the sounds of her being spanked. *blush*

Don't you judge me! Look at her! She's a cutie who's getting a spanking right now. How could I not diddle my little clit to her humiliation and misery? 

Robby, you can bring her back anytime! 

Mistress Andrea xoxo

Continued in: Tattoos and Tongues