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

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

Is it Gay?

Continued from: Home Sweet Home

So, what's the verdict here...is it gay? 

Your Dominatrix mashes a penis extender over your chastity cage then makes you fuck a dude with it. Does that absolve you from homosexuality? There's of course nothing wrong with homosexuality but these two men, in the clutches of Cassandra, do not identify as such. 

The idea itself is brilliantly creative, terribly humiliating and emasculating.

Both these guys have safewords they haven't used, so I guess it's game on. Summer and I settled into the couch to watch the performance. By the colour of one of their bums, the maid-sissy seems like he needed a little motivation to go through with this. 

Cassie began the scene by having the one male kneel, after the other was fitted with the hot pink, fake dick. She offered her kind words of support, by gently cooing and encouraging the man to "get him hard". 

I was embarrassed for them! Just watching this. 

Cassandra was relentless in her orders, now instructing the kneeling man to "take him into your mouth". Caressing his spanked bottom while he sucked that cock was a little gay, I must admit. Look at his hand placement! Ha 

"He's nice and hard for you, show him your pussy, baby. Let him take you like a girl," Cassie continued to coo. 

The man in the lingerie set got into a very slutty doggy-style pose, arching his back deeply and presenting his asshole. 

And in it went *plop*. The spanked maid was fucking this other guy, wearing a penis extension over his cock cage. Amazing! I love what denial and desperation does to these silly men. 

Holding the other man's hips to assist in pile-driving his asshole...that seems a little gay. But is it?! It's not his actual cock...no one will be ejaculating into anyone's bum here. This is still safe, partially sane, and consensual, heterosexual bdsm, no?

Jesus. He was really goin' to town on this poor guy. Maybe the cock-sleeve was providing some stimulus? Some sensation to his locked-up penis that felt good? Does that make it gayer? If maid-boi is feeling pleasure from this? Or if hands-and-knees boy is feeling pleasure from being fucked? 

Although this was awesome to watch and listen to, I had seen enough. I can only assume Cassie would make the giver become the receiver soon, so they both get to experience the two perspectives of whether or not this was gay. Still, no safewords were spoken by these two, as Summer and I excused ourselves from the show. 

We went out back to soak the travel off us for awhile. Conveniently, we still had a decent view of the show going on inside. Hmm, looks like Cassie did make them switch places. 

Riding the cock-sleeve, while holding each other's bras and looking into each other's eyes. Things are getting gayer in here...

"Cassandra, send the dark-haired one up to my room when you're done with him. Have the other one mop up this water mess we just made," I said to Cassie, who was continuing to orchestrate the scene before her.

Summer giggled at my authoritative commands. She knew I was up to something, probably for her benefit. We had just spent a romantic week in Paris and we didn't pack a strap-on, purposely. We focused on the tender romance of our mouths, tongues and touches, when we had sex together. It was beautiful and fantastic and I love her so much...but I could tell she needed some dick. 

Real dick? The dark-haired guy I asked Cassie to send upstairs? Hell NO!

His humiliation and emasculation can continue, this time with my gorgeous wife! I posed her on the bed as I heard this non-gay dude coming up the stairs.

She was looking irresistible as always.

 

Cassandra sent dark-hair boi upstairs, still wearing his lingerie and heels. Summer very bluntly asked if he would fuck her, while they both looked down at the penis extension he was shamefully wearing over his metal cock cage. Yes, we ARE that cruel!

Go ahead sissy! Fuck my beautiful wife while I watch. Hehe...

You're welcome Summer! 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Uniformity

 

 

Brush My Teeth

Continued from: ATM

A Sarah Jane Story 

I was definitely fliting with disaster here. 

"Daddy punish me more, I haven't learned my lesson." 

C'mon! Pleeeeease! He would be able to see right through this and could call me on it. I thought I might have ended up over his knee again. Good thing Bella is a little bit irresistible, even to me! I missed seeing her body squirm and writhe under pleasure, and hearing her moan like a whore when I was pressing that dildo into her ass. 

And now, I found myself wanting more! Greedily. I was telling Daddy to humiliate me further, by doing ass-to-mouth with his own cock, essentially cuckqueaning me. I don't know what I was thinking. I was just so aroused. 

Again, he didn't need to ask Bella if this was alright, but he did anyway. Such a gentleman. She of course, robotically agreed like a good sex slave should/would. 

"Yes Sir, thank you, Sir." She replied, at Daddy's offer to fuck her in the ass, then transfer his cock from her bum, into my mouth. 

Yes, I was jealous, especially after seeing the moves she had. She essentially did all the work, and fucked her own arse on Daddy's dick. 

She was a pro, rolling her hips, a deep arch to her back and letting her tits flop about, all while occasionally glancing in my direction. 

Before long, Daddy got up and popped out of her butt. Then it was directly over to me and into my waiting mouth. 

There was definitely no twelve repetitions this time, there's no way Daddy would have lasted. I kinda enjoyed teasing him this way, without him knowing. I knew he was on the brink of blowing his load so I sucked his cock with tremendous vigor and speed. If he cums...no more fucking Bella right? Hehe...

I think he was able to manage three. Three reps into Bella's asshole then into my mouth. At the end of the third trip, from ass to mouth, Daddy finally exploded into my throat. 

There! Now I can go brush my teeth...*blush*

Right after I thank Bella for participating in my dreadfully shameful punishment. I knelt down and kissed her passionately on the asshole, verbally thanking her in the process. 

Daddy went down to the kitchen to make us all a snack. I threw on some panties and little top, Bella just stayed in her stockings and garters. Ha. What a weapon she is!

I don't know what came over me, maybe it was the special bond I had with Bella or the intensity of the humiliation I just went through, with the ass-to-mouth punishment, but I couldn't keep my hands off her. I was still so aroused! I hadn't cum yet, during that who ordeal.

She went to wash her hands at the sink and I caressed her bum and slipped a finger inside her petals. 

I got an approving nod from Daddy that it was ok. That I wasn't being too bold for my role or too big for my britches as it's known. 

Next thing you know we were making out on the couch. 

And before you know it, I had my legs in the air, letting her slip my panties off. 

As I watched her beautiful hair begin to brush against the insides of my thighs, I frantically called out to Daddy who was in the kitchen. 

"Would it be ok if I had an orgasm, Daddy...please?" 

I knew the moment her mouth came into contact with my cunt it would be all over for me. It would be too late to seek Daddy's permission. 

"Sure, sweetie." He called back to me. 

Bella gave me an evil but playful smile, before leaning all the way in to French kiss my clit. 

*MOAAAAAN!!

Gawwwd damn! Ohhh fuck did I ever cum for her. Her tongue lashed the shit outta me! I wanted her to make me cum again but I didn't want to push my luck with Daddy. I pulled Bella in for a kiss so I could taste myself on her lips, then gave her an equally sinister and playful smile back. 

"Daddddddieeee...can Bella stay the night with us?"

Well she did...we slept in until like noon yesterday. We literally had sex like all fucking night! It was amazing. We teased poor Daddy so much! Hehe

He told me his cock feels like it was in a wet bouncy castle all night. Lol. Jesus...

I'll write about Saturday night, if you'd like to hear more about it? 

Until then. 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Threesome with Bella

  

 

All Three Holes

Continued from: Quid Pro Quo

A Sarah Jane story

As I mentioned in the last post, I told all of you that I would just fast-forward to the party that Daddy let me attend. He didn't join me *pout*. He likes watching me with other women, but I suspect he's not too keen on seeing me taking down multiple cocks. In his absence, Mistress Andrea was to be my guide and controller for this particular evening. She looked stunning as usual, it was actually nice to see her again. Bella was there too, but this time it would be her as the more passive observer while I get to indulge. 

Mistress introduced me to a few of the men. My instructions were simple and a ritual I was very used to: Kneel directly in front of the men with my head down and palms on my thighs, then politely ask for permission to suck their dicks. If they say yes, find and expose the bare penis, kiss the tip and say, "thank you Sir," then directly into my mouth with it. 

If they cum on my face or into my mouth, again, a "thank you, Sir," after I have swallowed, and I kiss the tip of the penis. Easy peasy. Daddy has the same rules for me, when it comes to my oral worship of him. 

It mustn't have been more than an hour into the party and I had already sucked three cocks, ending with one facial and two full swallows. I felt like such a dirty whore and I was loving it. Mistress even made me wear the strange man's cum on my face as the evening continued. 

This was around the time that "SHE" came in. This tanned and stunning woman with dyed, blazing-red hair and the most adorable bangs. She was in heels and a collar only...nothing more. She just quietly sat at the feet of the man she was with. 

I had moved on to cock number four which was now in my mouth, only this time, I was shockingly aware that the red-head was watching me. The old me would have been super embarrassed and self-conscious but there was something about the setting, my attire and my sexpertise that actually had me showing off for her, for this random, naked female. I would look her way and arch my back just a little deeper, moan a little louder and allow my tits to flop about with the motion of being railed. 

I ended up being spit-roasted by two of the men, before this symphony of an evening reached the ultimate crescendo. I actually couldn't believe it was happening to me. All three of my holes were stuffed with hard dicks. I was so full and so turned on! "Red" continued to watch, occasionally smiling in my direction, as the man she arrived with fucked my asshole. 

Drool, slobber and cum were everywhere. This was such a hot mess but I was absolutely loving how degraded and abused I felt. All three of these stallions eventually came, but not at the same time. I'm pretty sure the gentleman underneath me came first, into my cunt, followed by a load for my throat from the second man and finally, a hot, squishy feeling, filled the inside my bum from the man behind me. 

I was spent. The men drained the last few droplets from their balls, onto my face and tits and I lay there panting. 

When I finally got to my feet on shaky legs and wobbly heels, I was permitted to go clean myself up and fix my smeared makeup and mascara runs. Bella was freed from her cage to begin sexually serving the guests and upon my return, I was gagged and bound and placed on display to wait to be used again. 

This was the moment that "Red" approached me for the first time. 

"I enjoyed watching you. You're very good at this." She said to me in her broken English. I think she was speaking in a German or Nordic-sounding accent. 

Then, without warning, she used her fingers to lasso a rope of drool that was hanging from my bottom lip, and glistened her pussy with it.

I was so embarrassed...

But that was probably the hottest fuckin' move I have EVER seen a woman do! I wanted to go down on her so badly, this mysterious European vixen. 

As she towered over me in her heels, in that moment, I actually didn't know if she was a top or a bottom. She had the confidence and control reminiscent of Mistress Andrea in that very moment.  

What she said next cleared this up for me, but boy was I ever confused as to what was going on. She leaned right in and whispered into my ear, scanning the room to ensure no one else would hear her. 

"Bid on me tonight...I'm begging you! Please help me!

Then she hastily clicked away from me in a clandestine manner. 

What in the actual fuck...was going on?!

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Paint the Town Red

  

 

Quid Pro Quo

Continued from: 'Tis the Season

A Sarah Jane story

Hello everyone. It's Sarah. Thank you to Mistress Andrea for inviting me back on this platform to share some details about why I'm a huge slut. 

A series of events recently occurred which landed me back in the clutches of Mistress Andrea and her Facility. I literally sucked about half-a-dozen stranger's cocks last night, ate-out numerous female pussies and assholes and swallowed a huge amount of hot, sticky, cum. 

But what about my Daddy? I belong to Daddy only! I love him...💕

Because he loves me back 💕, he allowed me to try something I have always fantasized about. If you remember back to my days of training and growth at the Facility, I had to endure dungeon brutality and captivity, the shame and humiliation of diapers and adult high-chairs. I was strapped, caned and paddled as an adult schoolgirl, transformed into the corporate, office slut and "forced" to prance like a pony with bells on my nipples and a tail up my ass.

 

ALL of this objectification and embarrassment, every one of my shameful orgasms and incidents of "forced" lesbianism, was all in pursuit of reaching the highest rank at Mistress' Facility; an Upper Floor sex slave.  

And I reached that level, as most of you know. It was a personal goal. I achieved it and I was proud of myself, cocky even, to be so sharp and well-trained. 

I was issued the official uniform of the Upper Floor. It made me feel so sexy and desired, powerful actually.  

During my Upper Floor debut, I found myself gagged and placed in a locked cage, only to observe, as I watched Bella take cock in both ends. Was I slightly jealous? Did I want to trade places with her in that moment? Fuckin' right I did! You can read about my debut evening here: The Fourth Guest

Little did I know at the time, that this was all a well-constructed masquerade by Mistress Andrea, to land me in the arms of Russell, my Daddy, my owner...my everything! And I wouldn't trade him for the World.

Yet that night, if you recall, I was given a choice: Go with Daddy and become HIS, officially, or stay with Mistress and become the sex slave that I was trained to be. The decision was easy, fueled by suspense, emotion and surprise. I've been loving my time and my role with Daddy. I am his baby girl. He cares for me and protects me. I'm his whore, his sex-doll and his personal porn-star. I wouldn't want it any other way.

But...

I often catch myself gazing out the window in the direction of the Facility. It's an expressionless stare, as I wonder what might be going on at the Upper Floor. 

Did I miss out on my ultimate fantasy, by choosing Daddy over the Upper Floor? Would he be mad at me if I asked to re-visit the Facility as a sex slave? 

I can't think this way...it's not what I want. I belong to Daddy and to Daddy only! 

But, why was I squishing my thighs together to stop the ache? Why was I gazing out this window, imaging my little hands jerking-off two cocks, while I ride a third into my pussy and bob my head on a fourth dick that's in my whorish mouth?

I jumped when Daddy spoke. I didn't know he was behind me in the kitchen. This was about a week ago. In the mornings we have some specific rituals that we do. One involves me masturbating and edging for him, the other involves me exposed and displayed with a dildo in my mouth. After this, I'm usually in something very skimpy with my collar, in ankle or knee socks. I looked cute! I had finished my kneeling time and removed my mouth from the dildo. I needed some water. This is when I got caught in the daydream, gazing out the window...

"Something on your mind, princess?" He spoke and startled me, as I jumped and nearly dropped my glass. 

I summoned the courage to ask him right then and there. 

"Daddy, I have something to ask you. Promise you won't get angry?" This is what I managed to squeak out in my baby-voice. 

I think he answered me all official and Daddy-like.

"You know I can't promise that sweetheart." He began to explain. "You know that even if I was angry with you, you'd eventually be spanked, forgiven and hugged, right?" 

Awww...I DID know this! And I loved that I was held accountable in this manner.

I guess the worst that could have happened would be a spanking, his belt and some time in the corner. I decided to go for it. 

"Daddy, will you let me go back to the Upper Floor, the next time Mistress Andrea has one of those special parties?" 

"Of course you can, huni..." He quickly replied. 

Ummm...pardon? WTF...

That was way too easy! I didn't know what to think. Part of me was flooded with arousal and butterflies at the thought of being used in the Upper Floor, while another part of my brain was struggling with how easily Daddy agreed to this, for me to be a slut for other, random people.

Was I that insignificant to him, a piece of meat to be passed around and used for my fuck-holes? 

No! That can't be it. He must have some angle to play here. Plus, it IS my fantasy to be passed around and used for my holes and become a cum-dumpster for Christ sakes! I was conflicted. 

"Thank you Daddy." I said in a somewhat shocked and puzzled tone, as I reached for his concealed penis.

"May I please suck your cock, Daddy?" *shrug* 

I don't fuckin know!? That's all I could think of doing in this moment. I was confused. 

When Daddy said yes, I knelt like a good girl and kissed the tip of his penis. "Thank you Daddy," I said. Acknowledging his consent for me to proceed.

I got down on my knees and pounded my throat with his beautiful dick. 

He loves it when I gag and wretch on his cock, so I lined myself up to really fuck my own face. 

I was getting ready for a hot stream of cum to splash against the back of my throat, but much to my delight AND my surprise, Daddy manhandled me over the table and entered me from behind. I'm such a lucky girl and gawd it felt so good!

He was beginning to fuck me roughly, and pull my hair...and then he finally broached the Upper Floor subject again. 

"Is this what you want, slut? To moan like a whore while some random dude fucks you?" 

(We do this sort of talk sometimes, cuz I love it!) 

"Yes Sir." I cried out between gasps and moans, as he continued to pound the shit outta me. 

Daddy had to slow everything right down, likely trying to fight-off an orgasm. He flipped me around and gingerly re-entered my cunt, allowing us to look at each other as he continued to fuck me. 

As Daddy fucked me, he got me to edge my clit until I was ready to explode. I would have agreed to anything in this moment, if it meant I could orgasm. This is when Daddy showed his hand, and moved his Chess piece into position. 

"When you return to the Upper Floor," he spoke, while thrusting his cock into my pussy. "I want you to meet a new friend. I want you to have a slave-sister..."

"Yes Daddy...anything you wish, Sir!! (I think I was screaming at this point) May I cum pleeeeease Daddy, Oh gawd I'm gonna cum!" 

Agreeing to something under duress, was fair game. If I didn't want to recruit a slave-sister to play with, I could have safe-worded out. I didn't...

Plus, I kinda missed the soft, smooth and beautiful deliciousness of women's most intimate areas. 

I'll write some more when I have time. I'll continue from when I was all suited up and entered the Upper Floor. It was the first time I laid eyes on "her"...There was something about her I was very, very attracted to. I couldn't look away...

I mean, Bella is beyond beautiful. I had so much fuckin' sex with her...but this girl, this new girl in a collar and leash, naked and kneeling at the feet of a well-dressed man, she was just Goddamn enchanting!

We eventually met that night, at the party. She kissed me directly on the lips and in broken-English, said, 

"Hello... My name is Eve, what's your name?"

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: All Three Holes