Julie: 1998

Continued from: 

Alice in Wonderland

[Strict Julie Spanks] [M/f] [spanking] [ddlg] [taboo] [daddy issues] 

Yes, dear readers, that's her alright! Long before there was a Strict Julie or Miss Julie it was simply, Julie, and the year is 1998. 

Just look at this little bone collector! 

It was the late 1990's, and eighteen-year-old Julie Delmar was the epitome of a spoiled, rich brat. With her long, flowing blonde hair, lone green eyes, and slender, toned body, she was every boy's wet dream. 

Her perky little tits and juicy, round ass were always on display, barely contained by the skimpiest of outfits that left little to the imagination. 

Julie was used to getting her way, and she knew exactly how to use her assets to her advantage. She would flirt and tease, batting her long lashes and pouting her full lips until she got what she wanted. And what she wanted, more often than not, was to be the center of attention. 

Her stepfather, Alan, was a handsome and successful man in his early fifties. He had been a popular weather man on local TV for many years, known for his chiseled features and charming smile. But he had always harboured a secret desire to be an actor, and a few years ago, he had finally gotten his big break. 

Alan had landed a recurring role on a hit sitcom show, playing the lovable but bumbling next-door-neighbour. The role made him a minor celebrity, and he reveled in the attention and adoration of his fans. But this was a long time ago, back in the 80's, when Alan first met Julie's mother. 

Julie had always been a handful, even as a child. But now that she was eighteen, she had become downright defiant. She would stay out late partying with her friends, coming home smelling of alcohol and weed. She would talk back and argue with Alan, pushing his buttons at every turn, yet he would never lay a hand on her. 

Lately, there was something else. Something darker, more perverse. Julie had started to notice the way Alan looked at her, the way his eyes would linger on her body when he thought she wasn't watching. She could feel the tension between them, the unspoken desire that hung in the air like a thick, heavy fog. 

At first, she had been disgusted by it. Alan was her stepfather, for god's sake! It was wrong, so wrong. But as the days beyond her eighteenth birthday turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, Julie found herself increasingly drawn to the taboo nature of their relationship. 

She started to wear even skimpier clothes around the house, bending over in front of Alan to give him a view of her barely-covered ass. She would "accidentally" brush up against him, pressing her soft, supple body against his hard, muscular frame. She even caught herself fantasizing about him, imagining what it would be like to feel his strong hands on her flesh, his lips on her skin. 

But there was one fantasy that consumed her above all others. One dark, twisted desire that haunted her every walking moment. 

Julie Delmar...wanted to be spanked. 

August 15, 1998 

Dear Diary, 

It had become a ritual for me. Some nights, after everyone else in the house was asleep, I would sneak downstairs to the basement. The stairs creaked under my feet but I knew exactly where to step to avoid making too much noise. 

The basement was where we kept all of Daddy's old tapes. Rows and rows of VHS cassettes, filled with recordings of his weather reports, his guest appearances on talk shows, and of course, his episodes of that cheesy sitcom. I knew exactly which tape I wanted, I had watched it so many times, I could probably recite the episode from memory. But that wasn't why I was down here. 

No, I was here for something else entirely. 

I pulled the tape from the shelf, my fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. I popped it into the VCR, the machine whirring to life as it began to play while the glow from the television illuminated the darkened room. 

I fast forwarded through the opening credits, past the first few scenes, until I reached the moment I was looking for. 

22 minutes and 12 seconds in, to be exact. 

On the screen, Daddy's character was arguing with his on-screen wife, played by a pretty brunette actress who always wore conservative dresses and aprons with heels, like a stereotypical 50's housewife.

In this particular episode, she had done something silly, like forgetting to pick up the dry cleaning or burning the pot roast. And Daddy, in his role as the playful head of household, was about to law down the law.

"I'm sorry, honey," the actress would say, batting her long lashes at him. "I promise it won't happen again." 

But Daddy just grinned, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her over to the couch. He sat down and pulled her over his knee. 

I watched transfixed, as his hand came down on her covered bottom before the scene faded to black. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my panties were already damp with arousal. I slid my hand down between my legs, rubbing myself through the thin fabric as I reached for the remote to rewind the scene once more. 

In my mind, I wasn't just watching anymore. I was there, in that vintage living room, bent over Daddy's knee. I could feel his hard, muscular thighs beneath me, the rough fabric of his slacks rubbing against my bare skin. 

I pictured the sting of his hand on my ass, the way it made me squirm and wriggle with each smack. I could hear the sound of my own voice, crying out in pain and humiliation as he punished me for being such a bad, naughty girl. 

And then, as the spanking concluded, my fantasy took a darker turn. I imagined Daddy ordering me to my knees, his cock hard and throbbing in his pants. I imagined dutifully unzipping his fly, pulling out his thick, veiny erection, and shoving it into my mouth. 

As I re-wound and re-watched the scene once more, my fingers moved faster and faster, rubbing my clit in tight, frantic circles. I was so close, so ready to explode. And like many evenings before this one, I arched and bucked my hips off the couch, biting my fist to stifle a scream while my orgasm consumed every inch of me. 

Please, Daddy, don't make me wait any longer. I need you so badly. 

I need you to punish me. 

Julie  

Continued in: Julie 1998: Hit me baby one more time

Alice in Wonderland

Continued from: Miss Julie's Blog

[FF/m] [F/fm] [kink show] [spanking] [sissification] [chastity/denial] [public humiliation] 

A special thank you to those who were able to use my blog as a book of condolences for our beloved Miss Julie. Please continue to do so if you'd like her to see a farewell message from you. I am sure she will be checking and may reply in the comments. 

To help fill the void that has been left behind, perhaps I'll bring back her iconic character for some family dynamic, Daddy spankings, right at the dinner table. Her little green cargo pants didn't stay up for long during this one, as her actual Dad gives her a spanking on the bare, right in front of her immediate family: The Spanking She Never Got

With Julie's blessing, perhaps we can even create an A.I. version of her, to enhance any future works or tribute posts.

In the meantime, I'll try to quench the thirst of her readers and followers by inviting you to follow along with this blog. For the best experience, I suggest starting at the very beginning and reading in order from oldest to newest posts, as there is a main storyline that develops throughout the entirety of the blog. The earlier stuff is a little clunky as I was just starting out and trying to hone-in on the overall art and content. I am thankful for Miss Julie's help in the early stages, as she was always open to my "how does this work?" questioning. 

Some of my content is purely fictional, as are a few of the characters who exist in the Sims world. However, much of the content, even if a fictional character is involved, is based on my own relationships and experiences with BDSM and spanking, even romance within the main storyline. 

What should be purely fiction, what should be a whimsical wonderland of erotic dreams, is actually the new reality of sissy alice, who is here to tell us all how far down the rabbit hole he just went. Directly continued from: A Star is Born

A sissy alice story:

As far as outings go, my first as alice was pretty awesome. Bent over the knee of a beautiful and renowned disciplinarian and being spanked was a dream come true, a wonderful gift from Mistress Andrea who sent me there for a "real" spanking. 

I was not prepared however for the task about to be bestowed upon me, or what would happen thereafter. 

This was bombshell one...

...what Mistress wrote about in her last post and the message I got from her that day. "Do you have any idea what Lady Jose has just asked me, sissy?" 

Mistress sent me a screen shot of an email from Lady Jose to Mistress Andrea which was also described in the last post. Wait, does that say what I think it does? I had to read it multiple times for it to sink in. Damn my clitty cage felt tight that day, especially when I was given permission to attend this kink function. 

The good thing is there was only about a week and a half until the event so I had little time to wind myself up about it. The bad news was there was only a week and half to go until the event so I needed to get my things in order. Dresses, make up, logistics. I'm a planner. First time I went to my spanking appointment with Lady Jose I had my dress hanging on display in my discipline corner a few hours before my session. 

Fortunately, I had already got approval from my online "Daddy" for a bunch of new dresses that were on the way via post. As the dates ticked by I grew more and more excited. I organised the hotel rooms for Lady Jose and I and after some discussion, we agreed on three outfits I would bring to the hotel and try on and let Lady Jose decide how I should dress. 

The side effect of all this planning and anticipation were my panties pretty much being constantly wet, my clitty would NOT stop leaking. Like, it was ridiculous! By Tuesday I was changing my panties twice a day. 

Then, the next bombshell hit just two days before the event. "There might be another girl joining us, Kitty. She's a lovely easy going person like me." 

Ok, sounds fun. Hopefully I'm still spanking I thought...

"Is she a spankee or spanker, Lady Jose?" I asked innocuously. My brain was going overtime. Am I going to be spanked by two beautiful women now? Am I to stand in the corner whilst Kitty is spanked? Is this all a dream? 

The response from Lady Jose was so normal, an almost throw away comment as if this was everyday conversation. Maybe for Lady Jose it is, but for me it's not so when I read the response: "She's a porn model." 

My jaw hit the floor. When I clicked on the Fetlife link I think my jaw carried on falling through the floor of my 4th floor apartment and ended up in level -2. 

Drop

Dead

Gorgeous!

So now, the reality of my situation was sinking in. I was going to a fetish show, dressed like a little girl, to be potentially spanked by the beautiful Lady Jose and there was going to be Kitty there as well - a stunning porn model to join in. 

Pinch me, pinch me. This is definitely a dream. 

My chastity cage had definitely shrunk, by this point it almost felt like constant pressure. I cope pretty much all the time with my clitty cage, I have been locked up for 216 days and I haven't seen a naked woman in real life for years, YEARS! 

The next thing I knew, these two women were in my room, picking out my attire and dressing me up like a little girl, complete with hair and make up, jewelry and accessories. After getting to the event we got our VIP wrist bands and headed inside. It was still quiet, things apparently would pick up later in the evening but I was still in shock, being the arm-candy of Lady Jose and a submissively-dressed, near-naked porn model named Kitty. 

We went into the fetish area of the show, where the more kink oriented happenings were going on and soon had a bottle of bubbly on the go. There was some amazing rope bondage being demonstrated, the skill involved was mind-blowing. It was inside this fetish area we got our first spanking, and I mean WE because Lady Jose made Kitty and I stand face-to-face, holding hands whilst she took turns spanking us. I was on cloud nine, standing in front of the gorgeous Kitty, being spanked while people walked past or stopped to watch. I felt so vulnerable yet so safe there, I couldn't have let go of her hands even if I wanted to. I needed her support. 

After this we walked around some more, looking at the stalls, grabbing some food and checked out some of the stage activities. 

Later, after another walk around it was time for another spanking back in the fetish area, and it was getting busier. This time there was no Kitty to hold my hands, she was busy holding the camera! Oh boy this was a good one. Lady Jose kept tugging my panties, wedgy-style and almost using them as a handle to hold my butt in place whilst I was spanked. 

It felt so good and so vulnerable, there with my arms and legs spread on the St. Andrews cross. I didn't realise until the end that we had gathered quite the crowd!

Lady Jose had also spanked Kitten up against the cross too, and I must say it was one of the hottest things I have ever seen, and two of the best pictures I have ever taken. 

Like, wow! Everybody by this point has stopped to watch, transfixed.

We took a break and watched a male strip show on a stage. All three of us enjoyed watching them before heading back for what would be my last spanking of the night. The big one! 

Up against the cross again, more crowd, more intensity. The strokes started to hurt now. Lady Jose expertly knew when to push my limits and when to ease back a little. Subtle check ins, a gentle hand on the shoulder, tender nails across my hot bottom. All expertly done as ever. 

I was so aroused by this point, I could feel my clitty literally dripping between my legs as I held onto the rings and just let the experience take over me. 

The girls then took on a gentleman from the audience that stopped to...admire the situation. I have never witnessed a man wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underpants, stand in public with his hands down his underpants whilst two women put on a spanking show...but now I have. Kink is awesome!

He expressed an interest in being spanked by both Lady Jose and Kitty and they didn't disappoint. 

Now, I admit, I was soooo jealous of the man at that stage. I wanted to be there instead. Well you know what they say, be careful what you wish for. Once the ladies were done with Mr. Underpants, Lady Jose asked if she could use my bare bum to give Kitty a lesson on where and how to spank. 

So I found myself one last time against the cross, panties pulled down, female hands wandering across my bottom, lower back and legs as Lady Jose went through the 101's of where it is safe to spank and where it isn't. They took turns spanking me at first, and Kitty was really good at it. 

At first I couldn't feel the difference between Lady Jose and Kitty - the intensity was discernible but as it went on it became a blur. 

When the two ladies teamed up, each spanking a bum cheek, I was in heaven, and my god was the crowd big! By the end, my tooshie was on fire, the divine feeling of two different hands caressing and soothing my abused bottom was almost too much. I felt so aroused, so humiliated, so sexually frustrated at that point. 

Just look at how sexy Kitty is!! Omg. 

This dream had to end eventually I guess, but my goodness it was the most amazing experience I can remember. Even writing this now I wonder if it was a dream, or how I got so lucky to be able to experience this?! I can only thank Lady Jose and Kitten for such a night. 

And Mistress Andrea, oh how I am forever indebted to Mistress Andrea. It is only because of her this is all possible, through her guidance, wisdom and encouragement. 

So thank you Mistress, thank you Lady Jose and thank you, Kitten. That truly was a once in a lifetime experience that I will always treasure! 

Kisses

alice

xxx

It certainly sounds like sissy alice had a fun time, despite being publicly spanked, humiliated, feminized and never to be freed from his chastity cage. From what I understand, he has booked a one-on-one, full and proper spanking session with Lady Jose again, towards the beginning of May I believe. I'll be sure to post an update on that one. He might be dressed as a schoolgirl and introduced to the cane, hehe. 

Additionally, it seems sissy has earned the trust and fame of this wonderful community, enough so that he has been invited to hold the camera once more and film some kink content for Lady Jose. It's like a torturous form of cuckolding right? He's a docile sissy, he will likely be dressed like a parody of a little girl, in ridiculously frilly attire. He's not a sexual threat or concern to the women as his penis is and will forever be locked up...

He's the perfect camera holder, albeit, incredibly frustrating for him. Apparently another internationally renowned, female disciplinarian will be in town soon. Sissy alice will be helping to film the production and I expect, before too long, he'll be staring in these productions also. 

I wish him all the best in his future endeavours and who knows, perhaps you'll see sissy alice content pop up here from time to time, along with other, more professional porn content that he is now engaged in. 

He's gonna be a sissy porn star in no time! Go check out "Sissy Joyce" if you want to see what that looks like and what alice's new reality might be. 

Good luck, alice. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo    

   

Continued in: Julie: 1998

 

Miss Julie's Blog

 Continued from: A Star is Born

For anyone else who noticed, who may go online and check Miss Julie's blog daily, as part of their morning routine, right between coffee and checking the news...her blog is gone.

She didn't ghost her fans and in-fact, was kind enough to send me an email this morning, affirming that she herself is okay, which would have been a worry of many of her fans upon seeing the sudden disappearance. 

Two people even commented about the disappearance on my last story, which first alerted me to this shocking development. In the event you haven't read all of my blog, it was Miss Julie's blog and her content that ultimately inspired me to begin this one. We collaborated on several occasions and truly rooted for each other, leading to many red bottoms and many hours spent in the timeout corner, both fictional and IRL.  

It is with profound sadness that due to content policy, her entire blog was "nuked", as she put it. 

In Julie's developer view, all of her content is still in-tact and preserved for her, but the public-facing version that we are accustomed to seeing, is gone.

I asked if she would like to use my blog to make a formal "statement" to all of her fans and what may come next for her or from her. She is considering this option. 

Please stay tuned. 

Mistress Andrea xo  

I asked the A.I. to make the saddest version it could of me: 

Julie’s blogger obituary, sent to me this afternoon:

Hi all,

Julie from the old ‘Strict Julie Spanks!’ blog. Thank you to Mistress Andrea for offering to post this for me.

Google deleted my blog and gmail account for terms of service violations. The terms have always been strict, officially banning most types of pornography. However, the algorithms seemed to be permissive, letting a lot slip through the cracks. But I think I raised the ire of their algorithms with a story or two about older teens under 18 being spanked and having sexual thoughts about their spankings. At no point was there any action described between adults and minors, nor any images depicting it. But I guess my writing what I did was enough. I tried to appeal, but it was no good. I never had any opportunity to interact with a human so far as I know, but I would have offered up a spanking (either way) and a blowjob if they had, so I guess they miss out!

The blog had a great run. I started it in November, 2011, so it lasted almost 14 years and picked up over 17M views across more than 300K unique users. I posted some absolutely outrageous stuff, and most of it pretty true where not marked otherwise!

While the blog started femdom, I did a couple of “brand extensions”, adding femsub stuff as I got interested in playing with that, and later adding more political posts as I developed an interest in that. My husband and I have calmed down over the past few years, and I moved the blog towards AI-assisted fiction and politics. Each brand change lost me viewers overall, but it was only fun for me if it evolved with me and matched my current interests, so I kept doing that despite the decline and the potential dangers of political speech mixed in.

Overall, though, there was a much more significant drop in viewership when google implemented tougher age restrictions and prevented search engines from indexing adult content. Any new content on a blogger NSFW blog has a hard time being found nowadays. Moreover, written word blogs have seen their day. Young people don’t have the attention span for the most part. So, it was dying a bit anyways, and all google did was put it out of its misery! Honestly, I knew I was courting disaster with my content, but didn’t much care, and feel surprisingly “unburdened by what has been”, to quote my hero, Kamala.

Thank you to all my loyal readers over the years, it’s been a blast! I’ll likely continue writing fiction and perhaps some non-fiction regarding spanking in book form on kindle from time to time (as Julie Delmar), and I may or may not start up another, tamer blog. I’m on the fence about it.

If you’d like to reach out, you can email me at strictjuliedelmar at google dot com.

So long, and thanks for all the fish!

Continued in: Alice in Wonderland

A Star is Born

Continued from: Innovation Lab

[sissy] [chastity] [FF/m] [spanking] [public humiliation] [public spanking]

Dear readers. 

Previously, I already had a post that was titled, "A Star is Born". But I have quickly gone back into the archives and changed that one, as what I am about to post is far more befitting of this title, and let me tell you why...

I'm sure you all remember sissy alice, from a recent post titled: Spanked by Lady Jose. During this amazing experience, I had the pleasure of sending alice to a professional disciplinarian for a very real, long overdue spanking. 

In a post titled Mistress Andrea's Gift, alice treats us all to a full account of how this wonderful session went down and how she felt about the whole experience. If you'd like to skip that post and go right into a spoiler, alice enjoyed the experience so much that she immediately booked another appointment with Lady Jose, to once again be spanked...

However, in a surprising and unexpected turn of events, I got an email from Lady Jose. She reached out to me directly: 

Dear Mistress Andrea. 

I hope you are doing well, 

I have a request. 

I'm on a special invitation of Loyalfans to an erotic event in Brussels and I would love to bring a beautiful sissy who can take some spankings with me and I thought of Alice. 

As you are her Mistress I ask your permission to take Alice with me, it will be very special for Alice to walk around as sissy Alice!

I promise to look after Alice, she is in good hands. 

The event is Saturday, April 5. 

I hope to hear back from you,

Kind regards Jose. 

**************************

Well...sweet baby Jesus in his manger! Someone just got called up from the farm-team to play in the pros! 

Well done, alice! As you know, I am very proud of you and I couldn't wait to share this remarkable request with you. As you know, I am not your "Mistress", as Lady Jose suggested. I'm more like a fairy godmother...and I was about to wave my magic wand. *giggle*  

I messaged alice right away, I think he was on an airplane at the time so upon landing, he would have seen this from me: 

Do you have any idea what Lady Jose just asked me??!! 

Sissy replied by saying something about the next spanking session he had booked with her. NOPE! That's not it. I sent alice a screenshot of the actual email from Lady Jose, which elicited this response: 

OMG, I can't breathe. Can I go Mistress???

The first time alice presented in sissy attire, with his clitty all locked up and in the presence of someone else, was just one short week ago during Lady Jose's first session. Now, alice had to confront the implications of being sissy alice in front of a ton of other people, then very likely being spanked on the bare bum while other's watch. My word, his butterflies must have been raging, but not enough to sway him from the decision he ultimately made, sealing his own fate. 

He then sent this message to me: 

I am so grateful Mistress, since you came into my life my sissy side has blossomed beyond my wildest dreams. I am forever in your debt for the guidance you have given me. Next week is going to be so much fun!!  

You're going to be a celebrity sissy star! I replied. 

Time to get you ready for the ball, Cinderella! 

This is the A.I.'s take on a fairy godmother:

In Disney movies, a fairy godmother typically plays the role of a magical healer or mentor who assists the protagonist - usually during a moment of despair or hopelessness. 

Providing Magical Aid: She uses her powers to grant wishes, transform appearances, or create opportunities. 

Offering Guidance and Encouragement: She often provides emotional support and encouragement, helping the heroine believe in themselves. 

Catalyst for Change: Her intervention often sets the protagonist on the path to achieving their dreams or overcoming their struggles. 

You know I have my own D/s dynamics on the go in real life, which is why I cannot be your Mistress, alice. But, am I your fairy godmother? It certainly sounds that way! 

I love that despite my whimsical attire, it still puts me in the setting of a basement sex dungeon! Ha. It knows me too well. 

I believe it was a few days before the grand party, I get a message from alice: 

Lady Jose has just informed me that she might have a friend coming along on Saturday as well, Mistress.

A nice lady from Holland called Kitty, who happens to be an adult film model!!! 

Then alice followed that message with several horrified-face emojis. 

He's certainly in the major leagues now! I think a star was born in this moment and throughout the days leading up to this event, alice believed it to be all a dream, a fairy tale if you will.  

I assure you it was very real! I've seen the evidence. It looked a little something like this. That's the lovely Kitty strapped to the cross, not alice...but alice had his turn too!

Here's alice at his hotel room, all ready for the ball. His chastity key did not make the trip. A bit of a predicament I suppose, that you're now in a hotel room with Lady Jose and a lovely adult film star named Kitty...and oooopsie, your little penis is locked up. *Shrug* 

Alice is going to tell us ALL about that night, in his own words. Spoiler alert: He got spanked by BOTH women, in front of an audience, all while dressed like a little girl. Crazy! 

Looking back on my journey as both a dominant and a submissive, I am struck by the incredible power and importance of BDSM being a community. For those of us who identify as kinksters, fetishists, or otherwise sexually non-conforming, finding a sense of belonging and support can be a lifeline in a world that often seeks to shame, marginalize, or erase us. 

As someone who has been involved in the scene for many years, it can be a very lonely place if you think you're the only one, to be alone in your desires or ashamed by them. Whether you're a sissy or a crossdresser, a masochist or a sadist, a rope bunny or a spanking aficionado, knowing that there are others out there who share your interests and understand your struggles can be a profoundly validating and empowering experience.  

There's my wisdom for the day. I think a fairy godmother is suppose to be wise too, right? 

I just need a better outfit. *Waves magic wand* 

*Poof!

That's better. 

I can't wait to read of your experience, alice. You're a good gurl! 

Mistress Andrea

xo

Continued in: Miss Julie's Blog

 

 

Innovation Lab

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The Pianist

Continued from: Alice: Down the Rabbit Hole

[F/f] [female supremacy] [classic rock] [hosiery] [socks]

Summer had been away for a few days, working on a series of transatlantic flights with a completely new crew. While I missed her terribly, I also knew that these trips were an important part of her career, and I supported her wholeheartedly. 

Still, I couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy whenever she mentioned her fellow flight attendants, especially the attractive ones. 

On this particular trip, Summer had apparently hit it off with a lovely Jordanian woman who used to fly for Emirates. According to Summer's text messages, this woman is "like us" - a euphemism we often used to describe someone who might be into kink or BDSM. 

Naturally, this revelation set off alarm bells in my head. While I trusted Summer implicitly, I also knew how charmingly naughty she can be, especially when it comes to seducing unsuspecting women. The thought of her flirting with some exotic beauty halfway across the world made my blood boil with possessiveness and concern. 

I wasted no time in scolding Summer via text, sending a series of motioning palm emojis, combined with a ripe peach emoji. I think I even sent her this one: 

"Behave yourself, Summer Addison!" I warned sternly, hoping that she could feel my tone on her bare backside. 

To her credit, Summer responded promptly and adorably, sending me a seductive selfie from her layover hotel room. She quickly changed the subject by hinting that she had a surprise waiting for me upon her return. 

Intrigued and curious, I pressed her for details, but she remained tight-lipped, insisting that I would have to wait and see. (Ohhh, she's getting a spanking when she gets home!) This only fueled my imagination, as I spent the next few days speculating wildly about what sort of treat Summer might have in store for me. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Summer arrived home, looking radiant and refreshed despite her jet lag. She greeted me with a warm embrace and a lingering kiss, her body melting into mine as if we hadn't seen each other in years. 

Summer smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I brought back a little something for you, love..."

Before I could respond, Summer took my hand and led me toward our music lounge, my heart raced with anticipation. I could sense something special awaited me, but I had no idea what it could be. With a playful giggle, Summer placed her hands over my eyes, guiding me forward with gentle steps. 

"Okay, keep your eyes closed," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. "I have a surprise for you but you have to promise not to peek." 

I nodded eagerly, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. "I promise," I murmured, my voice barely audible. 

Summer guided me a few more steps before coming to a halt. "Alight, open your eyes!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. 

As I blinked my eyes open, it took a moment for my vision to adjust to the light. But then, as if in a dream, I saw her - Gamazda! Seated at the white grand piano, her fingers poised elegantly over the keys. My jaw dropped open in shock, and my trembling hands flew up to cover my mouth, stifling the gasp that escaped my lips. 

If you remember back, dear readers, this little red sparrow appeared in the blog before. A story called Major Renovations: Vanilla Space. This is what I wrote about her in that post: 

I felt like that internet girl who goes by Gazmada. She's popular on YouTube for playing heavy metal covers on the piano, which she absolutely crushes, all while scantily or very cutely dressed. Heels, pantyhose, socks and knee socks. She'd fit right in with the culture of our Facility. 

What a little biscuit she is, huh?

Have a look at her lighting up some November Rain, and looking like a boss-bitch while doing so: 

We tend to feature, celebrate and genuinely root-for remarkably amazing women on this blog. Alexandra Kunznetsova is one of them. Big fan of hers. And she's in my friggen piano lounge right now! 

I can't even...

She was even more adorable in person, her pinky-blonde hair falling in soft waves around her face, her eyes sparkling with intelligence and warmth. She was dressed in her signature denim skirt with nude pantyhose that hugged her slender legs, paired with adorable white and pink runners that added a playful touch to her ensemble. 

Hosiery and runners! Summer is the only other person I know who does this. Must be a European thing. 

As I stood there, frozen in awe, Summer began to explain how the miraculous encounter had come to be. 

"I met Alexandra on my last flight from Russia," she said, her voice filled with pride and enthusiasm. “We got to talking, and it turned out she's a huge fan of your blog, Andrea." 

I could hardly believe my ears. One of my piano idols, someone whose talent is second to none, knew who I was?! It seemed too good to be true. I can't begin to explain how many times I wished I could play the way she does. 

And a fan...of my blog...How could this be? 

My mind raced with possibilities, trying to piece together the puzzle of her interest in kink and BDSM. 

(She's covering Don't Speak by No Doubt in this one: Don't Speak)

It occurred to me that there were clues scattered throughout her public persona, hints of a darker, more femdom side, lurking beneath her polished exterior. 

I thought back to some of her earliest online videos, where she had gained notoriety for her jaw-dropping renditions of hardcore rock classics. 

(She's covering November Rain by Guns n' Roses here: November Rain)

Watching her attack the keys with such ferocity and precision, it was clear that Alexandra possessed a wild, untamed spirit that belied her classical training. It was like she had 15 fingers! There was something undeniably edgy and alternative about her approach to music, a rebellious streak that set her apart. 

(This one is Don't Cry, another from Guns n' Roses: Don't Cry)

Pantyhose AND socks? A noticeable proclivity towards hosiery and high heels in other videos too. Her petite frame and youthful features cut a strikingly alluring figure, one that would be catnip to anyone with a foot fetish. 

She went full schoolgirl in this one, while playing a Pink Floyd classic: Another Brick in the Wall

As I considered all of these factors, a realization began to hit me as to why she might be a fan of my work and what we do here, at the Facility. 

Is that a lace top? Are those stockings? Atta girl! 

(Here, she's right into some Don't Stop Believing by Journey: Don't Stop Believing)

Plaid skirt...pencil skirt actually! Maybe she would fit in around here...? 

While it is certainly tempting to project my own fantasies onto her, imagining her as a willing submissive or a powerful dominatrix, that's not why I made this post, the intention was not to objectify her in that way. 

The truth is, I could listen to her play for hours and I'm a huge fan. I would love to see her climb to one million YouTube subscribers, so go find her and subscribe. The poor thing is hanging at 947,000. 

There's certainly enough dumb shit on YouTube that has over a million subscribers, but this woman, has a real gift and she's sharing it with the world. 

With that, I dismissed the notion of corrupting this little red sparrow. And with the lovely backdrop of Alexandra playing for us, I turned to Summer, a small grin tugging at the edges of my lips. 

"So..." I leaned in close for a whisper, my serious face boring into Summer's eyes. "Tell me about this Jordanian woman."

Mistress Andrea

xo

Continued in: Innovation Lab