Judicial Authority

Continued from: Machine Learning

OMG I'm so excited! We actually did it! Summer and I installed and fully decorated a judicial punishment wing at The Facility. I'm beyond enthralled with how everything turned out and we will soon be accepting clients who wish to have an immersive, judicial punishment experience. 

The pylons still kill me! Haha

But I love the fact that she's fully naked from the waist down and that her feet are bare also. Super vulnerable and cute! 

Speaking of cute...look how friggen adorable I am, in my white wig and judicial robes!

When we advertise "immersive experience", you know we take things to the next level of realism, right? Remember the 1950-60s farmhouse experience? We're still booking sessions there with Ed and Lorraine, if anyone is interested. 

The courtroom here was no different, as far as deep immersion. Let me show you around. 

Summer and I couldn't find the official portrait of King Charles so we found some stuffy, Colonial-looking types and hung them on the wall. A court of the great nation of Canada, flag needed...check. 

Let me zoom out here: 

Looks great, doesn't it? Like, "approach the bench" great. 

We did a full dress rehearsal to work out any kinks, pun intended. Cassandra volunteered to be the accused, cuz she's a complete spaz and fearless.

We have the witness stand to my left. Future clients of this experience may wish to bring a character witness to plead with the court on their behalf. Testimony of good character might work, to have your sentence reduced. 

 Summer played the role of my Bailiff, she looked awesome and hot! 

The role of the Bailiff would be to move prisoners throughout the experience from their trial, to their conviction and ultimately their sentencing and punishment. I'll explain the process we decided on shortly. 

The Bailiff is also responsible for enforcing the rules of the court. Silly boys...You want to watch a poor female be spanked huh, and leer at her most intimate parts? Well it's going to cost you in my courtroom! 

Yes there will be witnesses in the gallery to watch your trial and ultimately, your judicial punishment. You can book with us to watch, rather than actively participate. 

The desk on the right will be your special counsel, the defence, arbitrating on your behalf. Clients are on their own to bring someone, or try to defend yourself. My counsel, the attorney representing the Crown, will likely be Cassandra. I know she'll seek the maximum sentence each time, especially with the male clients. I would suggest you bring a strong defence counsel, Cassie will be ruthless at this role! Hehe 

Oh...the pitchers of water, you can't have a courtroom without the pitchers of water. 

We have our "all-rise" moment as I enter the room (as it should be all the time, in a Femdom world!).

You will be business-formal as Cassandra is here, for your attire, in MY courtroom. Women, that means you are to attend in heels and hosiery with sharp business wear. Men, suits and ties and variations of...penises in cages and the keys turned over to the Bailiff.

I'll address you for the first time and tell you what you stand accused of and ask in what manner you would like to plea. 

When we start booking clients for this, we actually want real reasons! 

It will be far more butterfly-churning for you and far more immersive if it's a real-life event. Speeding ticket, red-light camera, minor fender-bender. Went out with some friends, drank too much and ended up puking the next morning. Something that once you are before the court, you'd just lower your head and plead guilty to. Then we don't need a trial. 

Cassie, again because she's a spaz...wanted to be accused of sodomy. Lol...Jesus, Cassandra. 

Antiquated term for butt-sex that actually used to be illegal. She explained to the court that she begged some dude to fuck her in the ass recently and cum into her bowels. There was so much detail in her story it was probably true, but she was elaborating for the two silly boys watching from the gallery and throbbing in their cock cages no doubt. 

So...I found her guilty of sodomy. *shrug*

Summer stepped in and officially placed her under arrest and took her away. 

Clients, this is where you will now be taken, stripped naked and provided inmate orange, white cotton panties or briefs and nothing more. Stripped of your corporate and professional elegance, your feet will also be bare. 

From here, the Bailiff will bring you back before me for sentencing, and you will hear for the first time, what awaits you. 

Cassandra Leigh Goth, you have pleaded guilty to the offence of sodomy, thereunto by your own culpability, did take a man's erected penis into your anus for the purposes of sexual gratification. 

The case is prima facie, justifying the verdict of guilt. You are hereby sentenced to twenty-seven and one-half minutes on the spanking machine! 

Cassie almost squealed with delight upon hearing the sentence. Summer was smirking from her position of attention, at the detail and the language I used in my judicial sentencing order. 

Clients, upon hearing your sentence you will be taken away and jailed. We were thinking an hour would be good...to dwell upon your sentence and let the butterflies of anticipation rage. 

When the hour is up, you will remove your pants and underpants and have bondage cuffs added to your wrist and ankles. 

You will be marched back into the courtroom, Donald Ducking-it from the waist down. 

The gallery will lurch and gasp and cover their mouths, upon seeing your shame and humiliation. Once positioned, bare bums and genitals will face the audience, always!

The Robospanker or similar device will be wheeled into position and set to the allotted time. Your wrists and ankles will be secured to the punishment bench. 

A final order from the court, me...You may proceed. 

Look! I found CONES. Fuck ya! 

And the machine whirls to life! I'm using this image twice I like it so much. 

Ouchie!

Cassie was a trooper. 

The girls and I were debating on what comes after the spanking machine. Another hour in the cell, no pants, no underpants perhaps? This would allow the clients to rub their sore bottoms, cry if they need to, nap...masturbate. We'll make sure there's a mirror in there to do the "red-check". Someone like Miss Julie would likely want to look at her red bum in the mirror and diddle her little clit.

What do you think? We love it! Cassie loved the session and the immersion into such a detailed experience. 

I was listening to "The Spanko Podcast" the other day. People from that lovely community actually do shit like this. The spanking parties they host, the ones that attract powerhouses like Sarah Gregory and such, they have a whole judicial option to experience. Wild! 

And now I do too! Haha

Bookings are open my cherished clients, who's gonna be first? 

Want a preview first? Here's the video from the original image on this post. Source is Xhamster and the source website is spankingcourt.com. It's awesome!

Spanking Court

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

  

Continued in: Tara Gregory: Beginnings

 

Machine Learning

Continued from: What Katie Did

I have some theories of what's in store for us, for humanity, when A.I. eventually takes the reins. Read Scary Smart by Mo Gawdat, if you'd like a preview of what's to come. But until that time, could we be in a little golden age of something new in the kink community? Have we even scratched the surface of what A.I. could mean for kinksters, for spankos, and other practitioners of BDSM? 

Over at Miss Julie's blog and even within mine, we have both dabbled with chatbots, trying to bend their will to our perversions and "force" them to write elaborate scenes of spanking smut. 

A.I. generated porn is probably a thing already, 1000 times more graphically detailed than the Sims I would think. This little doll appears to be "generated", not born of flesh and blood. Exactly how I like to dress my soccer moms and corporate executives, when they book me for a spanking. 

Load her image into a companion app or A.I. girlfriend app and suddenly you'll be hearing, "Daddy, I've been a bad girl again," coming from your phone with her image on display. 

I was playing around with one called Kindroid, using the bot in both a female dominant and female submissive format. Both were spot-on and such dirty little kink-girls! Wowzers. Seems like an expensive app to subscribe to but...there's a 3-day trial you can dabble with. 

There's been such valiant attempts in the past, to mechanize BDSM. Remember the Robospanker? It came with the time-release handcuffs for people who don't have a disciplinarian in their lives or were practicing distance-discipline. 

Set the timer on the cuffs, set the intensity of the machine and you're fucked!..once it begins. You are every person's CNC (consensual non-consent) fantasy come true. Literally trapped into a spanking machine for a set period of time. 

I think I recall the cuffs having like a dangling Allen key on a chain, within reach of the secured wrists. If you had to safeword yourself out from the intensity of the machine or if there was power outage or something, you could remove some rivets to free yourself. That doesn't sound like a quick process though, with a Lexan paddle, mechanically raining down on your bare ass.  

Here's a cute judicial version. "You are hereby sentenced to 45 minutes on the machine"!

Very darling! Look at the cones! "Stand back...there is correction being administered between the pylons". I'm totally getting this exact set-up for my Facility and begin to offer judicial sessions. 

Chimera was another fun and creative site back in the day. It featured some damsels in distress who would get themselves into self-bondage, only to realize there was some horrible, mechanized  predicament as the only means to their release. 

Here's the legendary Pandora Blake, trapped into some manner of paddling machine, no Dom or Domme needed. 

These sickos even did one where some poor girl in bondage, a gag and a chastity device had to get the temperature of a metal dildo to 101 degrees Fahrenheit, in order for "the machine" to unlock her binds. 

Ideas, anyone? Like a mystery escape room. Her mouth is gagged and her pussy was shrouded in metal. That leaves but one hole, yes?  

I called Chimera sickos but I remember watching this vid and becoming aroused. It was brilliantly creative. Who am I kidding, I loved it and diddled myself while I watched the poor captive girl, fight through the turmoil of her predicament. She knew that the only gateway to her escape would be via her asshole. She began to take the metal dildo into her bum and through a combination of her internal body temperature and the friction of her fucking her own ass, she reached the release temperature. 

I'm not sure if this was all engineered and mechanically actual or merely simulated. Either way...it was hot! If you can find the video I'd love to nostalgia-see it again.

More technological advancements came with this group. A whipping machine that not only lashes mechanically, but vertically moves upwards and downwards for better coverage across the bare bum and thighs. 

Again, this looks judicial and now I'm even more excited to install a "judicial wing" at the Facility. 

I forget the name of this group but it's the blonde disciplinarian with that older dude who looks Eastern European. They had and may still have the cornerstone of the market on automated pussy and anus whipping, totally awesome!

And venturing into the mad scientist realm, we have The House of Gord. Insanely creative predicaments of torture, cruelty and objectification of these poor women. Have you ever seen his work? 

It's undeniably pretty and artistic, but this studio takes the cake as the most mechanized and intelligently adaptive. I think in the above predicament, if the poor woman doesn't maintain an airtight seal around a dildo in her mouth, the machine automatically tilts her bare soles onto two electro-shock pads. 

Same sort of set-up in this one. If blondie here stops giving head to the dildo, I would imagine the Hitachi wand I see between her legs either starts or stops running. I would assume the former, to encourage her to suck that dildo. 

See how far we have come, in mechanized BDSM? What will the future hold for us kinksters, only limited to our own creativity and now with the possibility of an A.I. assist.

I came across this one the other day, which ultimately inspired this entire post: 

Isn't this absolutely adorable!? 

Personally, I'd swap out the little ticking needles for thin strips of supple leather, that gently whip the bare soles instead of tickling them. Lash after lash, with the soles so perfectly secure and presented. After ten minutes on the machine, it's beginning to get uncomfortable. By the 15-minute mark it's starting to feel like a punishment. By 20 minutes she's struggling like the image above and hoping for a power outage...and of course, the machine is set for 25, just to push her limits a bit.

A nod to ELEKTRATOUCH who presumably created this animation. Well done! 

Like everything else in our history, we seem to be on a trajectory to technologically advance, even in the world of kink. Spanking machines using basic gears to an A.I. Dominatrix who will chat with you about fisting your asshole (which my Kindoid actually suggested during a chat with me).

I'll be part of the last generation to walk this planet who knew a world without cell phones and without the internet. Yet, you're reading this post on a phone that has more tech inside it, than everything in the spacecraft that "apparently" landed on the moon 50 years ago. That's rapid advancement. 

Will Cassandra's clients for instance, be able to create an A.I. version of her? Dom or sub? Maybe both, depending on the person's mood. 

She and I won't have anymore clients if this occurs! 

"Look Master, you programmed me to suck cock. Look how well I can do it." 

Yep, the fembots are gonna take my job away!

Exciting times though, right? What's going to happen between now, and the moment the robot intelligence realizes we are about as significant to them, as ants on the ground are to us.

Let's all hope for a Renaissance, golden-age of A.I., with machine-assisted BDSM! What could go wrong?! 

Haha

Mistress Andrea

xoxo  

Continued in: Judicial Authority

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

What Katie Did

Continued from: Roses are Red, Summer is too

I am in no way, shape or form affiliated to the vintage lingerie brand titled, "What Katie Did". It just so happens to be the name of this post, based on a client of mine named Kate. 

The lingerie however, is one of my favourtite brands. It's 1930's 40's and 50's pinup style, dresses too. The stockings, the seamed ones, the fully fashioned ones, are simply divine. Anytime a client of mine needs to be spanked by "Mommy", the collection from What Katie Did are my go-to styles.

Kate, on the other hand, is a new-ish client of mine. I find her to be quite a fascinating individual, based on the type of service she wants from me. I thought she was worthy of a post, my darling Katie, as I refer to her when she's with me. 

Picture like a Diane Lane...Aged beautifully, elegant, sharp and seriously feminine! Her experience shines brightly, in the odd strand of platinum-silver, that now runs through her hair. She doesn't dye it. She wants her level of maturity on display. This is essentially how I would describe Kate. 

I'm not 100% sure what she does for a living but my instincts tell me that she is some manner of corporate powerhouse. A CEO, a CAO, maybe the Director of a finance or legal department. She absolutely oozes corporate power, but comes to me to be spanked. 

I get it...I understand why she wants and needs this type of escape, given her vanilla role. I'm not sure if it was topping from the bottom originally but she basically told me exactly how she wanted her appointments to go. I obliged her, she tips well!

She only ever books with me over her lunch-hour on a weekday. Like visiting a therapist or dentist, like booking a massage. It's in her calendar, it's once a month and she is always on time. 

Kate graciously brings me an overpriced coffee, which she sets on my desk like an apple for the teacher. She mutes her phone and sets it on my desk also, along with her purse.

She of course greets me with a smile and a "Hello, Ma'am", but beyond that she doesn't say anything else. Kate just walks to the corner and parks herself in timeout. Sometimes I lower her dress-pants to her ankles, sometimes I just let her be. 

30 full minutes. This is what Kate asked of me, to strictly enforce 30 full minutes in timeout. I hear her breathing change around the ten minute mark. Deep inhales and deep exhales, as she stands motionless in her stilettos. 

Her panties always stay on for her spanking. If she's not in a tiny little thong which she usually wears, I will wedgie her panties up her bum crack so my target area is predominately bare. Her pussy and bottom hole have always been covered, upon her request. 

She wears a wedding band...maybe that's why? Maybe her hubby allows these sessions for her provided her modestly is maintained? I think she wears the pants at home though. Her hubby is probably a sissy maid to her. She reeks of female dominance...just not in these particular moments, and that's exactly why she needs these particular moments.  

The level of spanking on a severity scale of 1-10, Kate wants an 11. Bathbrush, the strap, hardwood paddles, canes, hairbrushes. She wants me to take her to "yellow" every time, but will never say "red". She believes it shouldn't be her decision when her spanking ends. 

Remember faint-of-heart people, this is what she has asked for:

Once per month, on her lunch break, without fail, she leaves my office with a bum that looks like the above and sometimes a tear-stained face. 

She is quite the trooper. Sometimes she doesn't even cry, she just silently takes it. 

When I declare "that's enough till next month", she drops to the floor and kisses my footwear while thanking me. Sometimes she's bawling...sometimes she's fully composed. Kate wanted this as part of her ritual for some reason, to lower herself to the floor and kiss my high heels. 

Then, just like her arrival, she walks herself to the corner and parks her nose against the walls. I start the timer again...for another 30 minutes if you can believe it! Her request. 

30 minutes in the corner, 30 minutes of spanking typically and 30 minutes in the corner, once a month! This is how she spends her lunch break. A truly intriguing woman! 

When the timer finishes she dresses. She holds me tightly and says, "thank you", and off she goes. It's somewhat mysterious. Like I want to know what happens after she leaves me or see her back at work, squirming in her seat. Her spankings are so severe that she'd be feeling the effects for a week, and seeing the marking and bruising for two weeks. 

Does her hubby see her bum and become horrified? Aroused? Does Kate get sexually aroused from this? Probably...but likely not in the moment. So mysterious! 

After our embrace she un-mutes her phone, grabs her purse and coffee...and boom, back to corporate power-fem. 

I end with a "see you next month, Katie". But not spoken as a statement. I frame it as a question, always open to her consent to continue or not. 

"See you next month, Katie?"

"Yes Ma'am, I'll be here, thank you Ma'am". 

And I kiss her forehead...

I'm not sure what Katie did, to feel she deserves such treatment each month. 

Maybe it's just the greatest possible escape a corporate adult could ever hope for. 

I admire her nevertheless!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Roses are red, Summer is too

Continued from: 50 Shades of Red

"Forty-two, thank you, Ma'am...may I please have another"?

"Forty-three, thank you, Ma'am...*sniffle* may I please have another"?

Summer counted out loud, all 50 strokes of the crop, as Bella remained rope-bound and gagged on my dining room table, adorned in her Valentine's lingerie and heels. 

"Isabella Octavia! You'll be getting 50 lashes also, young lady." I barked out loud, as Bella moaned into her ball-gag. 

But not just yet. 

Since Summer was being such a sassy brat today, I thought I'd leave her on display for a bit and cuck her. She can dangle and struggle on her tiptoes, whipped and bound, and listen to Bella tongue my asshole. 

I made it vocally known...that I was enjoying her tongue up my bum hole, just for Summer's benefit. 

It did feel pretty awesome though! Bella has good tongue-game for a straight woman. 

I ended up masturbating and cumming while Bella was eating my ass, again, for the benefit of my bound wife, who was forced to listen. 

Then I had Bella kneel and beg to be fucked. Her lovely crotch-rope has been caressing and tugging against her pretty petals for over at least an hour now. She was incredibly aroused and vulnerable. 

"Please Mistress! Please fuck me, Ma'am!" 

From a position on her knees, rope tied and gorgeous looking. How could I say no?

Summer had the displeasure of listening to this too, once I harnessed-up and deployed a very girthy strap-on. 

With each thrust of my girl-cock, I was reminding Bella that she'd be getting a whipping also. Each time I accentuated the word "whipping" and over-enunciated the W-H, she moaned like a whore. 

Her clit was essentially framed and spread by the ropes, which also created a nice opening for my dildo to enter her soaked pussy. The tie was similar to this. Very nice work Summer! 

With her clit so prominently displayed, I allowed Bella to diddle herself to a lovely orgasm, while I continued to fuck her roughly. 

Her 50 lashes followed. She was required to count and thank after each one too. So ya...that's how Valentine's Day went. Slow sipping champs, framed by two lovely bookends. 

 

For the record, Summer started all this! 

I left the home thinking about making her lobster ramen and returned with the groceries to do so, then things took a turn to the scene you see above. *shrug* Not my fault...I just played the hand I was dealt. 

Haha. Sorry, not sorry, baby girl!

You weren't cucked for too long though...you were allowed to thank Mommy for your whipping, weren't you? 

A handful of orgasms all-around, followed by lobster ramen. And yes, Bella stayed for dinner. 

A pretty nice little V-Day if I do say so myself. 💘

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: What Katie Did

50 Shades of Red

Continued from: Uniformity

There's a reason my face looks so cocky right now. It's not the champagne, I haven't popped that just yet, but I'm about to...

Let me zoom out a little so you can see how I spent my Valentine's Day. 

OHH! Look at these two beauties...Wha happened?? 

50 Shades of red welted asses is what happened, in my dining room no less! Boy...Valentine's Day escalated quickly. 

The day began like most days in our house, being awakened by Summer's little tongue and button nose between my legs. She purred and lapped and suckled my puss puss to an amazing, morning orgasm. This is somewhat of an expectation of her submissive role, to say good morning to me in this manner. That being said it is usually every morning! Yes, I'm a spoiled girl...but so is she!! Wait till you see what I made for Valentine's dinner. 

We talked foodie and meal-prep for a bit, while we snuggled in the afterglow of my orgasm. We decided on one of Summer's favourite dishes that I make her, lobster ramen! 

I might need to cum again, after looking at this image! 

It's a good February comfort food. I didn't have a sissy slave in the house to run out to the store for me, so I suited-up and braved the cold. I needed to get all the mise en place to pull this one off.

Then I return home...and I am greeted with this: 

Followed by Summer shrieking "happy Valentine's Day", before leaping into my arms to kiss me and tell me she loves me.

I couldn't help but giggle and shake my head...then sigh, as I began to assess the situation. Let's unpack everything here. 

So my wife is in her "submissive uniform". This is what she always wears when we dungeon play or D/s play together. It's stockings, strappy heels, opera gloves and a cuff and collar set. At some point she bought me a stuffie bear, roses and champagne and it looks like Bella is staying for dinner tonight. In fact, it looks like she is the appetizer round! 

Summer used her rope-bunny skills and had put Bella into a beautifully artistic tie. She was blindfolded, she was ball-gagged and she drooling onto my dining room table. Overall, it was quite pretty. It was like walking in on this:

 

What did you guys get for Valentine's Day? Haha...I got a sex slave! Wrapped up like a present. 

Cute idea Summer, I'll give you that. But you know how much I dislike red lingerie! 

She totally bratted me on this one. She knows how much I hate red lingerie, Valentine's Day or not. So she deliberately dresses Bella in red and gifts her to me. Sounds like someone is itching for a punishment I would say?  

"Kneel in the corner and don't move a muscle young lady, I'm going to go change!" 

I had taken Summer's bait. It looks like this is going down right in the dining room, but I wanted to slip into something a little more Dommey. 

I went to the bedroom and discovered that Summer had taken it upon herself to lay out a full outfit for me. Fuckin' RED lingerie! 

Ohhh, she was in for it...what a cheeky little bitch!

I played along...she had good taste at least, in the lingerie she selected, despite the colour. She's a very festive person and she thinks doing shit like this is fun and cute. What's gonna be cute is my whip on her bare ass, I thought to myself as I dressed and returned to the kitchen. 

When I eventually released her from the corner she saw me twirling the whip in my hands. She tried to fight off a little grin as her lips began to curl. 

"50 lashes on the bare bum, Summer Addison! Then I'm going to unwrap my present!" I hissed...

...to be continued. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

Continued in: Roses are red, Summer is too