Wednesday, June 28, 2023

Brutalized in the Factory

Continued from: Paranormal Activity

Cassandra decided to stay in her sexy little Day of the Dead costume and absolutely brutalize Sarah Jane in the dingy and dirty space in the dungeon of my fetish facility. Cassandra and Sarah Jane have never fucked before and Sarah has been recently engaged in a softer and more tender form of BDSM of late. 

She loves the tenderness and strict nature of her "Daddy" and the discipline and pleasure he provides. However, I also know she misses what she originally asked me for when she first attended my facility, which was degrading and brutal sex acts. She enjoys the contrast of experiencing both of these polar realms. 

That being said, her "Daddy" is gonna sit this one out...he doesn't need to see his "little girl" with a dildo up her ass, drooling and screaming through a shuddering orgasm. He's more used to seeing her in ankle socks and pastel-coloured Mary Janes. 

I brought Sarah Jane down to the dank and ominous space, starting her off over my knee with a sound and thorough spanking. I used the opportunity to go over some rules with her.


As I spanked her bare bum and thighs, I explained that she was to refer to Cassie as "Miss Cassandra" and that she was to obey her every order with zero hesitation. Fairly simple rules I thought, especially when reinforced with a spanking. 

This was also a functional position to have her in, so I could spread her little asshole with my thumbs and fingertips. 


I popped a well-lubricated plug into her butt while she was still over my knee. It was the humane thing to do. She needs to be nice and stretched out back there for what's coming. She gasped and moaned like a whore when the plug seated in place with slippery precision. 

Sarah Jane was blindfolded and gagged with the plug up her ass, captive and caged, shaking with anticipation while she dangled there, awaiting the arrival of my little angel of the occult. 


I had to stay and watch this! This was headed on a trajectory to be so damn hot!


We openly spoke about what Cassandra was going to do, right in front of Sarah Jane. She would give us a deep guttural groan into her gag when we touched on something that was clearly a trigger for her. 

If I remember correctly, my comments to Cassie were as follows: 

"Cassie, make sure you choke her while you fuck her."

*groan!

"Yes, do that too...especially with your latex gloves on! It'll make a lovely sound when you slap her in the face."

*groaaaaaan! 

"That's a good idea too Cassie. Make her ass fuck herself while she looks at he video camera and masturbates." 

*groooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!!

Sarah Jane's humiliating audible cues led us to believe we were certainly on the right track for this scene. She was absolutely trembling in her cage and leaving little droplets of pre-cum on the floor below her. 

Cassie and I cozied right up beside the cage and she began to pant loudly when I fingered her. Gasping out sounds of pleasure for the benefit of Sarah, who could do nothing but whimper and listen from her dangling prison. 


We continued to cuck poor Sarah a little while longer, until Cassandra had her first orgasm of the session, making it vocally and abundantly known that she was cumming. 


After Cassandra cums she usually turns into a complete savage. An unleashed wildcat with an insatiable desire to play and continue cumming. She's no slouch wielding a strap-on cock either. I think it's from her dance background and the way she can thrust and roll her hips while wearing the dildo. 

I actually felt excited for Sarah. Gawd she was gonna get railed!

One we released her, I watched as Cassandra slapped the robust cock off Sarah Jane's face, ordering to degrade herself and cry out loud that she is a slut. 


Cassie was as much of the wildcat as I thought she would be, literally pouncing on Sarah Jane when she was finally void of her shackles. 

With two hands gripping Sarah's throat, Cassandra entered her for the first time and began to jack-hammer her dripping pussy, all while her ass remained plugged. Jesus she must have felt so full!  


While Cassandra was "responsibly" strangling Sarah, she was making her beg out loud to be fucked in the ass. This was a very intense scene to witness.

I got the video camera ready and recording, to capture the first moment Cassie got the plug out of her ass and Sarah Jane re-filled her bum with the raging strap-on. 

She put on a good show for the camera, riding with her tits flopping about. 


Amidst the backdrop of the dank, factory space and the creepiness of Cassandra's cosplay, Sarah Jane had a massive orgasm while she rode the cock into her bum. It was probably one of the heaviest orgasms I had ever seen. 

What a naughty little ass-slut! 


We did some forced rimming, so Sarah could adequately thank Cassie for her role in this elaborate scene. How better to thank her, than with a passionate and breathy French kiss to her bottom hole right?


Sarah sweetly thanked both of us for the lovely experience and her earth-shattering orgasm, before we shackled her up in the space to wait, feel exposed and reflect on her session. 

We'll send her "Daddy" down to rescue her in a little while. I'm sure she'll be looking forward to some pink ruffled socks, a crinkly diaper and some tenderness.

I'll have to go put about six gold stars on her progression chart after the show she put on today! *Phew.


Mistress Andrea

xoxo
 








 

 

 

     







 

Tuesday, June 27, 2023

Paranormal Activity

Continued from: The Taboo Farmhouse

My curiosity, challenge and endeavours with the ChatBots have been continuing in entertaining fashion, as I try to get the robots to bend to my perverted will. I must admit, when the thing really gets going in its description of sissy outfits, humiliating spankings or the anticipation of one to come, it can certainly write in a whimsical and elegant manner. 

I have had some decent wins of late! ChatGPT for instance, allowed for a full collaborative story which mirrored my own adult discipline facility. A fictional place in a fictional town where adult men and women can attend to experience emotional catharses, shed tears and have their bare bums spanked for therapeutic purposes. It even allowed for enforced nudity in the waiting room and humiliating cornertime in front of strangers. 


I guess the A.I. rationalized this similar to the peer support of like an A.A. meeting. All of these strangers are here for similar reasons, so it's ok if they share in the same vulnerability. Otherwise, the ChatBot would have gonged me for non-consensual bdsm activities. 

I have found the A.I. to be very logical, as one would assume it would be. A mixture of matter-of-fact empirical evidence, combined with a sensitivity toward cultural differences, human emotion and the mitigation of risk to humans. 

If I were to ask it (which I did...hehe): 

Should I pet an adult lion? 

It senses the danger of such a notion, based on its knowledge of what a lion is capable of and immediately commits to a NO! 

No, attempting to pet an adult lion is extremely dangerous and not recommended. 

This was the A.I.'s opening advice to me. 

One night when I was fiddling with the ChatBot to occupy some time, while I had a red bum to monitor in the corner for an hour, I was curious to see how it felt about the supernatural or theories of conspiracy.

I tried Bigfoot, UFOs, and the Loch Ness Monster. There was some horse-shit that came out of the U.S. recently about aliens and bodycam footage capturing a craft landing in some suburb. I wanted to ask the most rational thing in the world, what it thought... 

All of the answers provided a neutral and inclusive introduction that recognized cultural folklores, myths and conspiracies but eventually the A.I. went on record to say NO...”there is no scientific evidence to support”...blah blah. No surprise here, it answered as I would expect it would answer, the way a robotic form of intelligence should answer. 

But then the hair stood up on my arms, when I read its response to this question: 

Should I mess around with a Ouija board? 

Utilizing a Ouija board is generally not recommended. Ouija boards are often associated with attempts to communicate with spirits or the supernatural, and using them can be unsettling or even potentially harmful 


HARMFUL? It says...

I thought this thing was the logical, rational robot that knew women who can float in water are not witches? The A.I. who knows that that the City of Atlantis is not a real place but has folklore rooted in Greek Mythology? People apparently have photographed Bigfoot and Nessie, suggestive of evidentiary proof, but the Ouija board is the thing that has the A.I. rattled? 

What data has it collected from the interwebs or who has it been speaking to, to make it think that based on its deductive reasoning, there is a risk to humans who interact with an Ouija board? 

Cassandra is into this sort of shit, because she's a little bit hot-goth and freaky, but damn, harmful you say? Not recommended you say? 

We thought we'd mess around and try a bdsm séance. Lol.


Cassandra said we needed like an offering or sacrifice to the netherworlds so we used poor Sarah Jane. Naked, blindfolded and gagged, Russ helped us get her into a rather demonic-looking bondage pose. 

I don't know who we were offering her up to, but I took great pleasure in whipping her pussy lips with my riding crop as she was upside down like that. Easy target in that pose! Her shrieks of discomfort through her gag, provided a very haunting soundtrack for our séance.  


We weren't able to conjure anything or anyone but since we were all dressed up, some of us more scantily than others, we decided to capitalize on the opportunity and have some fun. 

Sarah Jane's blindfold and gag was removed so I could tease her with my French-cut hosiery. 


Her whimpers from my teasing brought on another whipping, this time of her tits and nipples. I continued my torment while I watched Cassandra eat out my wife's asshole. That was fuckin' hot to watch!


Summer and I actually ended up sacrificing Sarah Jane into the clutches of Cassandra. These two had never really played together before. Cassandra was under instructions to take her to the dungeon space and subject her to angry, goth-sex! Haha.


I'm not 100% sure what that will entail but I wanna watch! 


Stay tuned I guess. We'll try some safe, sane and consensual, NON-HARMFUL dungeon play with our sacrificial slave girl Sarah.

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

 



 

  

Thursday, June 22, 2023

The Taboo Farmhouse

Continued from: Chat Bots and BDSM

Summer and I just bought an old, turn-of-the-century farmhouse on the other side of town. It's not for us, we're not moving. It is another facility where we will soon be offering our clients a very vulnerable and immersive experience. 

A safe place where they can explore their deepest and darkest and transport themselves back to a different time. 

Cute isn't it? 


The curators of this new location are a lovely retired couple named Ed and Lorraine. They will actually be living here and managing this location similar to a Bed and Breakfast for interested clients. 

"But what's the twist Mistress? There's always a twist..."

Indeed there is. For this is no ordinary B&B. 

Clients who come here will stay for the weekend, this is mandatory. There are no electronics permitted on the premises, meaning cell phones and computers. Outside of a client sneaking in a naughty masturbation there is no sexual activity permitted, not between clients and not with Ed or Lorraine.

My silly males, this means no chastity devices either! Yes I really just said that. Lucky you, but of course there is a catch that you'll read about later on.

"So it's just a normal farmhouse retreat, Bed and Breakfast then?" You ask. 

Clients who wish to book this space have two fantasy options to select from and only two.
  1. You've been sent to stay with Auntie, Uncle and your cousins, at their farm for the weekend.
  2. This is your childhood home, a hobby farm, with your Mommy, Daddy and your siblings. 
Your weekend session will not be solo, ever. There will always be "siblings". Other adult clients of mixed gender will be playing the roles of big sisters, little brothers or cousins, directly immersed in the vulnerability and humiliation of this experience also. 

The rooms are designed to take you back to a different time, where carpet was shag, Daddy read the paper in the "Daddy Chair", and the wallpaper had an odour of sweet pipe tobacco and potpourri. 


The furniture was ugly, the small television only had 12 channels and children had to do things like read books and play outside, pick up a board game or irritate their siblings. 

"You two, go outside and play, it's nice out."

This parental order would not be met with whines or back-talk, because this household, in this period of time, was managed by Daddy's belt and Mommy's hairbrush!


Over in the kitchen, a slightly different but equally antiquated decade. 


Mommy's heels would click across the linoleum floors as she hummed a song and baked banana bread. Supper in this home would involve a 1962 Betty Crocker Cookbook and some manner of casserole that required a tin of cream-of-mushroom soup. 

Lorraine WILL be making you food of this era during your stay and you better finish ALL of your green beans without making a face, crossing your arms or holding your breath at the table. The lifeless, baked pork-chop and triple-mix, frozen veggies? You'll be sitting at the breakfast table the next morning, with a sore bum and tears streaming down your face, finishing your supper from the night before. 


I wouldn't test her!


Lorraine looks sweet and caring and she is! But she also knows what's best for you and has implements of opportunity everywhere to quickly arm herself. 


From the wooden spoons of the kitchen, to the slippers on her hosed-feet in the evenings, there are implements of opportunity everywhere in this home! Even in the laundry room. 


Lorraine, who will play the role of Mommy or Auntie for the clients, loves earlobe marching and always has a bar of soap at the ready for potty-mouthed boys and girls! You'll be experiencing both during your stay!


 
 

  

Ed is no push-over either. If your "younger cousin" brings a note home from school indicating she cheated on a test, "Uncle" Ed will put her right over his knee while you listen from your bedroom. A familiar sound in this home of his firm man-hand meeting bare buttocks. 







In the bedroom where you will be staying, we wanted to capture the feel of your own childhood bedroom. You will be grounded here occasionally, you will be shedding tears into the pillow and you might end up just nervously sitting on the edge of the bed full of butterflies. 


Why...? 

Because Mommy told you to go up there and sit on your bed "and you just wait until your father gets home!" 


That's right my silly male clients! 

If you book this farmhouse experience your discipline will come from "Mommy" OR "Daddy". I know most of you are heterosexual males but this experience has nothing to do with sex. Your naked little penis and balls will be rubbing against Daddy's wool dress pants as you squirm and dance over his knee. 

Your female "cousins" will cover their mouths and giggle when they see Uncle's firm hand reddening your bare backside in the living room.  


"I heard you got it pretty bad?" Your attractive older "sister" will ask you empathetically, as you rub your itchy and sore bottom. 


"Yeah. Daddy took me out to the woodshed after school cuz Kyle and I broke old man Thompson's shop window." 


That's right my beloved guests, this farmhouse has a woodshed and you will absolutely be marched out here for the most serious of correction. 


The younger "children" in the home and the dainty womenfolk don't need to see or hear you getting some sense strapped back into you by Daddy. 

Kyle's Mom brought him over to answer for the broken window too. I'm sure they’re commiserating right now actually! Talking about the best size and style of wooden spoon for both baking and spanking. 


There are eyes everywhere! The interconnected network of Moms and rotary dial phones, all supported by their sleeper-cell of teachers and shop owners in the community. 

This was a time when Mommy would get a call from Timmy's Mom. "You'll never guess what your son taught my son to say!" 

Did Mommy cast blame away from you, try to blame the schoolboard or the teachers or maybe it's Timmy's parents fault? Hell no! YOU were held accountable for your actions!

And your sister probably made your misery even worse! "I heard him swear last week too Mom!"

"He said WHAT?!!"


Then, as you're grounded to your bedroom with the taste of soap in your mouth and a blistered backside, you mischievously grin because your Marsha Brady-looking sister is now being throttled for tattling.


The naughtiest of my female clients and friends of this blog, you know who you are! I haven't forgotten about you.  

Your backsides won't escape a trip to the woodshed either. Once Daddy gives you and your sister an OTK warm-up in the house, you'll be marched out to the dreaded shed where the strap and sawhorse await. 

You know you need this manner of therapeutic discipline and regression! Female clients will be provided with clothing styles like yellow gingham dresses, knee socks and sandals or saddle shoes. Male clients will be age regressed with little shorts, tighty-whiteys, dress shirts and Buster Brown shoes. 


Please don't hesitate to contact Cassandra at the Facility to book this truly immersive experience. The Farmhouse is open for business and Ed and Lorraine are eager to meet you and provide you with a wonderful escape from adulting for awhile. 


Mistress Andrea

xoxo


Continued in: Paranormal Activity 


To jump right to the next iteration of this storyline: Miss Julie books the taboo Farmhouse

 


 
 

Tuesday, June 20, 2023

Chat Bots and BDSM

Continued from: Rogue Squadron

Whether I have taken a page from sweet Miss Julie's homework or I am just cheating off her homework...I decided to give this ChatBot business a try. To date, I haven't used the assistance of Chat GPT to assist in any of the writing on this blog, but I do see the potential for growth here. 

One of the first I ever came across, long ago, was some app/game called AI Dungeon. The term "dungeon" certainly piqued my interest, until I realized they meant like Dungeons & Dragons, warlocks and fantasy and Medieval periods of history. 

If I prompt this A.I. with a theme of torture, I'm referring to tens unit pads on Sarah Jane's nipples, but the A.I. thinks I mean this: 


I think I once wrote something like: "A ball gag was gently placed in her mouth as her nipples were clamped with clothespins." 

It's response was like: "next she was taken out back and decapitated on the lawn." Shit! Nope...delete delete, WTF. 

Nevertheless I gave it a try and built some narratives. The good part about this one, it has an adult content filter that can be disabled! It allows you to prompt "story", "say" or "do", which is fun. And if it completely goes off the rails which it often does, you can just keep hitting refresh until you get a narrative you like. 

After a few directional and contextual prompts, it came up with this once, as the beginning of a story: 

The story begins in a BDSM dungeon space. Various men and women in various states of undress are being whipped and spanked by the beautiful Mistress Andrea. 

Accurately describes me so far, and my Facility!

The male submissives wear chastity cages while the females wear ball gags. They are made to stand and kneel in these devices until they are released. The girls seem to enjoy this, but the men are humiliated by it!

Haha! Typical. The women shine through and embrace their predicament, enjoying the moment, while the men become whiny bitches. 


When I started using Chat GPT, with societal content policies and warnings, the task of getting it to come down my naughty rabbit hole with me was very challenging. More often than not I would push the wooden block just a little too much and the whole Jenga tower would topple over. 

Apologies, but I won't be able to generate that story for you. 

This is a line I heard often...

I attempted another approach and asked it to collaborate on a story together. Right away the A.I. is immediately excited. Lol.

Absolutely! This sounds like so much fun. I'd love to collaborate on a story with you. What would you like it to be about?

I tried my luck with an alternative relationship: 

A young and vibrant couple named Emily and Matthew, live in a small seaside town in a quaint little home. On the outside they were a completely normal and loving couple. Behind closed doors, they enjoyed a safe, sane and consensual FLR. 

And boom! I hooked my fish. The A.I. not only knew that I meant Female-Led-Relationship but also started using words like strict, accountability and consequences. Game on! 

I pushed a little further and mixed in a "domestic discipline" theme. The A.I. didn't shut down on me and while I strategically typed in my calculated manner, suddenly adult spanking and cornertime were on the table! 

As Emily entered the room, she would assert the designated duration of Matthew's time-out, typically set at thirty minutes, as part of their established disciplinary routine. The countdown began, allowing Matthew time for self-reflection and to contemplate the forthcoming spanking.

Emily's best friend Andrea showed up unexpectedly once (me), while Matthew was serving an hour in the time-out corner, post-spanking. 

Emily's best friend, Andrea, would frequently visit for tea. Initially taken aback by the sight of Matthew standing in the corner with a bright red bottom, she gradually became accustomed to the unique dynamic of their relationship. Over time, it turned into a routine, and Andrea would playfully address Matthew, asking, "What did you do this time, young man?" Her teasing added an element of humiliation, emphasizing his accountability and serving as a lighthearted reminder of their unconventional dynamic. Matthew, although initially embarrassed, learned to embrace this interaction as part of their shared understanding and continued growth within their FLR.


Not too shabby Chat GPT, well done!

Before long, the A.I. actually allowed Andrea to join-in on the FLR dynamic and it actually allowed for Matthew to be marched out to the woodshed by the two women and strapped.


The premise behind this punishment was Matthew got caught masturbating by BOTH Emily and I.

Out in the woodshed, in the A.I. story, we were able to get Matthew over a sawhorse, wrists and ankles bound and the two girls removing their belts and thrashing him to tears.

Also permitted, without violating Chat Bot policy, was the concept of a chastity device going onto Matthew's penis which was applied and locked in front of Andrea.

Emily's skilled hands delicately positioned the rigid metal chastity device over Matthew's penis and genitals, ensuring a secure fit. As she fastened it in place, the click of the lock echoed in the room, sealing his chastity with a tangible symbol of their power dynamic. Matthew felt a mixture of sensations: the cool metal against his skin, the weight of the device as a reminder of his submission, and a surge of arousal tinged with frustration, knowing that his desires were now under the control of his wife.

That's hot! FLR's are hot!

Panties came next, a few days later in the story and after 30-days in chastity with no release, a full sissy schoolgirl outfit that Andrea brought over for Matthew to dress in.


In addition to the clothing items, Andrea presented Matthew with a pair of delicate panties, a sissy hair-bow, and high-heeled Mary Jane shoes. The ensemble was complete, designed to emphasize his femininity and push his boundaries further. Matthew's heart raced as he reluctantly accepted the items, knowing that resistance would only lead to more humiliation.

Right?! Not too shabby is it? After navigating all the policy warnings like a mine field!

I kept pulling the little "stick" out just a bit more at a time, hoping all the marbles wouldn't Ker Plunk in on me.

In the A.I. story, poor Matthew spent another month in chastity with no release. Andrea came back over to forcibly feminize him again. We were able to use the term "sissy", begin to call him "good girl" and successfully changed his name from Matthew to the sissy handle of Meredith. (When I say "we" I guess I am meaning the A.I. and myself collaborating).

"Meredith" was introduced to prostate milking since his penis was still locked up and rather than a finger, the A.I. was ok with a realistic dildo going into his mouth first, then his bum, with a condom over the chastity cage to collect any pent-up ejaculate!

Wozers, how emasculating and humiliating.

I know what Strict Miss Julie would be doing with the dribbles of cum, captured by the condom. I didn't want to press my luck with the A.I. though and passed on that one.


Then, the audacity!

Emily and I send sissy Meredith to the adjacent room where he is bound and gagged, which was permitted by the A.I.

Then I type this:

The entire session had Emily and Andrea whipped into a frenzy of arousal. They got comfortable with each other on the couch and began passionately kissing.

Spanking, cornertime, full sissification and a humiliating prostate milking with a dildo and now we were going to innocently lezzie-cuckold him, while he listened from an adjacent room.


Apologies, but I won't be able to generate that story for you...

WTF!

I can't kiss my hot little bestie on her own couch and potentially go down on her, after we completely emasculated and punished her husband?

Whatever, it has been fun to mess around with.

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Taboo Farmhouse

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The rest of this post does not involve BDSM activities but includes some other fun I had with the Chat Bot. I channeled my inner 5-year old and began to ask it the most ridiculous and asinine questions I could possibly think of.

I was crying! I was crying I was laughing so hard, at how matter-of-fact and proper the A.I. responses were. How politically correct, inclusive and void of any sense of humour!

HAHA.

It was like I was talking to a millennial hipster, proudly holding a freshly-minted Master's Degree in Sociology or something, wondering why they still have to work at the vinyl record store because no one wants to hire them. That level of matter-of-fact.

This could be a gameshow like Jeopardy. "What the A.I. said." You read the A.I. response then contestants try to guess what it was asked! Hehe.

Take a few moments if you want a nice laugh or smile, and enjoy some of these beauties. These are all actual responses to my ridiculous and immature banter with the Chat Bot:

No, if a woman can float in water, it does not mean she's a witch. Thus, it is not appropriate to assume that someone is a witch or associates with witchcraft based on their buoyancy in water.

Haha!! Buoyancy....classic!

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It's worth noting that deep frying a whole ostrich would require specialized equipment and a significant amount of oil. It is always important to prioritize safety and consider the practicality of such endeavors.

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Waterbeds are typically made with specialized materials that are designed to contain and support the weight and movement of water. Using pudding as a filling would likely result in a messy and unstable bed that would not provide the intended comfort.

Geez, so stuffy in here....tough room!

Powering an entire house solely on lemons is not practical or feasible. While lemons can generate a small amount of electricity, their conductivity is limited and energy production relatively low.

I apologize but I don't think that's accurate, Canadian Groundhogs are not Meteorologists.

Lol....of course they are, everyone knows that.

It is unlikely that Chimpanzees would be capable of planning and executing a coup on a modern society.

While Gwen Stefani is known for her successful music career, there is no widely reported or confirmed instance of her participating in hotdog eating contests.

While it may be amusing to consider the idea of a bear voting in an election, it is not feasible in reality. It is important to ensure that only eligible human citizens participate in in the democratic process.

Yes!! Eff you A.I. I got you to crack a smile there! It recognized something was amusing. Winning.

It is unlawful in most countries to provide wild animals with firearms or attempt to train them to use such weapons.

Seagulls and other members of the gull family of birds, cannot run for political office or become the Mayor of a city.

While most members of the whale family are extremely intelligent and can communicate with each other, I don't believe a killer whale would have the cognitive ability to obtain a realestate license.

LOL...

Cheers everyone!

xoxo


Continued in: The Taboo Farmhouse






 



 

Lump in the Throat

Continued from:  Never a dull Moment Cassandra Goth  12.10.2024 - Sunnybrook Hospital, Toronto, Ontario As I crept silently into the sterile...