Making out behind the bleachers

Continued from: Safe, sane, consensual

Did you know the term "bleachers" is derived from open-air, baseball seating known as "bleaching boards". Typically the seating was just bare wooden planks, bleached by the sun...

Isn't etymology fun? 

So this is how we started the scene. Making out behind the bleachers...

We had Nancy and Kaylee all done up in their Catholic school uniforms with Kaylee playing the role of an actual female, not a sissy male. Hair, makeup, perfume, cotton knickers, Summer and I had thought of everything. 

They were having a grand ole' time, cutting class to fornicate and smoke darts, until they were caught by Coach Cooper.

Cooper had a script to stick to. Which would have sounded something like: 

"What's the meaning of this!! You two young ladies need to come with me right now! Who's your homeroom teacher?" 

The Coach marched the two miscreants back to my classroom to rat them out and tell me what he caught them doing. 

I handed down both their sentences swiftly, as they faced the blackboard at the front of the class. 

"Thirty minutes facing the blackboard girls, then you are going to be paddled and caned on your bare bottoms before seeing the Principal," I chirped out.

They both groaned out loud in humiliation and shame, knowing the other students were watching them and would most definitely witness their punishments. 

Coach Cooper, then stated out loud (part of his script), that since he was the one who caught them, as the aggrieved party, he should be allowed to stay and watch the paddling and caning. 

Ummmm, no. 

"Creeper", I whispered under my breath as the Coach left. Summer and Cassie giggled from their desks. 

After a thirty minute timeout, Kaylee was called to the pommel horse first. He draped his body overtop so his Mary Janes were off the floor. I lifted his skirt and pulled his panties down to his knees. 

Summer and Cassie came closer to watch, as poor Kaylee was paddled and caned on his bare bottom. 

Nancy was next. She received the exact same punishment as Kaylee while the other students watched on. Twelve strokes of the paddle and six of the best with the cane. 

Both punished girls fully removed their panties and hung them on the hooks with the implements. I marched them down the hall to the Principal's office, bare naked under their pleated skirts. The cool draft may have helped soothe the stinging of their bottoms. 

They both turned to say "I'm sorry Ma'am", as I left them alone with Principal Branson. He wasted no time in getting Nancy into the naughty corner, so she could listen to what Kaylee was about to endure.

The Principal led Kaylee over to the sofa and took him across his knee. Branson administered a long, hard spanking, before switching to a school paddle that had Kaylee bawling like a little girl. All Nancy could do was listen and tremble in the corner of that office. 

The sobbing Kaylee, took Nancy's place in timeout when it was her turn for a dose of the same. 

Her entire jumper eventually came right off, and she was spanked directly on the bare, wearing only her knee socks, bra and Mary Janes. 

Principal Branson finished with Nancy and helped her to her feet. 

"Young lady, dry your tears and get dressed. I want you to head down to the gymnasium equipment room and spend the rest of the day cleaning and organizing it, is that understood?" 

"Yes Sir", she sniffled out. 

"Kaylee, you'll be staying here with me, in detention"...

******

Nancy put herself to work right away, wondering what might be happening up in the Principal's office at this very moment. Was Kaylee still in the corner, was he being made to write lines, or maybe the Principal had Kaylee doing something else? Nancy thought curiously.  

She was suddenly startled by the feeling of a presence behind her. 

"Oh heavens! Coach Cooper, you scared the daylights out of me," Nancy proclaimed, in her very best Dorothy in distress tone. 

This was awkward, the Coach hadn't said anything yet. 

As Nancy turned around, she noticed something in his hand. It was a cell phone. Coach Cooper turned it face up to reveal an image on the screen and Nancy leaned in to look. 

"Oh God no!" Nancy mewed out. 

The Coach's phone was displaying a photo of Nancy kissing Kaylee behind the bleachers. The next photo was Nancy and Kaylee sneaking a cigi together.

The Coach finally spoke...

"Nancy, you know I play darts every Tuesday night with your Father right?" 

"Please Coach Cooper no! Nooooo. Don't tell my Daddy, he'll surely take his belt to me," Nancy cried out, continuing to plead with the Coach. 

"Please Sir, I'll do anything you want. Just don't tell Daddy!" 

With a slight underbite to his jaw and a sinister gin, framed by his creepy moustache, the Coach told Nancy: 

"You can start by changing into your cheer outfit, don't you have practice today, young lady?"

Meanwhile, up in Principal Branson's office, things weren't going much better for poor Kaylee...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Don't try this at home!

  

The Upper Floor

Continued from: Abduction Fantasy

Have you ever come across the kink dot com content? I guess I could describe it as the most professionally produced, bdsm porn out there. Most of the models are legends, the outfits and settings are always on-point. Some of their spinoff sites involve the likes of Whippedass, the Training of O, Device Bondage and Chanta's Bitches, to name a few.  

It seemed they started out with creepy and dirty factories, barns and basements, mattress' on the floor that Summer and I just dabbled in. The site then branched out into specialties, one of which is titled, "The Upper Floor".  

The theory behind the Upper Floor seems to be, that all the same models who spent hours upon hours in the dirty dungeons, being tortured and beaten, have now made it to the upper floor. They are sharp enough and so well trained that they basically get a promotion.

As for the Upper Floor space itself (in these porn productions), it's old fashioned décor, jazz music and piano music. It has a smoky lounge feel, antiquated wallpaper and Persian rugs, to partially protect the poor girl's knees. 

Within this speakeasy atmosphere, massive sex-club orgies are had. The newly promoted sex slaves are degraded, humiliated and heavily used by the guests. They are whipped into performing bisexual acts on each other and kept in cages and shackles when not in service. 

I needed an idea for the upper floor of my new Facility...this was it! 

A high-end sex club where slaves like Bella, like Nancy and even the sissies, can serve and be used by men and women in a black-tie, formal setting. 

If you've happened across the kink dot com Upper Floor models before, you'll recognize them from their quintessential "uniform". Cuban-heel stockings with red tops and red seams, complimented by a four or six-strap garter belt, finished with a heavy leather collar and heels. Simple, yet stunning and vulnerable, with their bare asses, genitails and tits always exposed. 

These stockings...

Usually worn by the likes of model, Cherry Torn, while she serves in the Upper Floor. Always been a big fan of hers! 

Does it all look familiar now, to the actual kink site? 

I think I did a pretty good job with the renovations in my home, to capture the feel of this sex club space. This is but one area only, my bedroom is upstairs also and eventually the sissy bedrooms and such. Don't focus on the slave girls you naughty people! I'm asking about my reno similarities.  

I found some stockings somewhat similar to what is depicted above. Lets see how they look on Summer and Bella. 

Yummy! Look at my two Upper Floor beauties! 

Summer of course, upon seeing the newly renovated space, squealed with excitement. Bella kinda lowered her head in defeat, imagining a future of being objectified and humiliated amidst this classy backdrop. 

It was time to have some fun with these two. 

I began by explaining that they are mere fixtures in this room, no different than artwork on the walls. They will be seen but not heard and as motionless as a beautiful sculpture, until called upon for a guest's pleasure and/or amusement. 

Summer knew she wouldn't be "put to work" as a sex slave in the upper floor, but she played along anyway. Bella on the other hand, was fully aware this would be a future role of hers. She secretly loved it, she shamefully hated that she loved it. 

I caged both of them and allowed Bella and Summer some time to feel what it's like to simply be a fixture of submissive artwork, in a space designed for gang-bangs and orgies. 

Summer asked me a question from her cage, innocently. I sternly reminded her, still playing into my role:

"Seen but not heard slave!! Did I not make myself clear?"

She whimpered out a "I'm sorry Ma'am", before I removed both of them from their cages.

I told Summer she was going to be punished and asked her to select a whip. I snapped my fingers at Bella and pointed to my hosed legs. 

"See, this is what a slave's mouth is for, certainly not for speaking", I purred to the pair of them as Bella kissed and licked my nylon claves. 

After enjoying some of Bella's skillful leg worship, I turned her into an artistic fixture yet again. She lowered her eyes and remained as still as the statue she was perched on. 

I gave Summer a whipping for her boldness, then returned her to a bondage device to be displayed. 

I was really enjoying this new space! Everything was so beautiful and classy, especially my love, Summer and my alluring slave Bella. 

Yes, of course I know how to play the piano. 

Who do you think gave me my first spanking when I was in my late teens, for acting out during my piano lesson, likely setting me on a course to become what I am today.

Hehe...water under the bridge. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

Continued in: Guess Who's Back?

 

 

The Facility Redux

Continued from: Indecent Proposal

After a painful few months of waiting for our new house and about a half-million dollars in renos, the Facility 2.0 was almost ready for Summer and I. This was going to be our newlywed home, when that day comes, and thus far, the renovations have been beautiful. Summer referred to it as "a mansion" before, I guess it is...I went a little overboard this time. 

The backyard and the entire main floor was completely done to my specifications, only this time, it involved more vanilla living space, for Summer and I. We went with a humiliating waiting room again, with a few modifications. Clients will have a more captive and institutional experience, when attending to be punished. 

For the backyard I designed a New Orleans feel, a place to conjure up memories of the backdrop where Summer and I fell madly in love. Hanging vegetation and twinkling lights, reminiscent of the Court of Two Sisters. I may have added a pool and a hot tub too, that Summer and I can have sex in!

Oooo! Isn’t this a wonderful space? Let’s take this tour back inside. 

When clients enter through the front door, they first experience the jail-type atmosphere, as metal security screening surrounds them to the right and left. As they approach the reception desk to be checked-in by either Kaylee or Cassandra, they are directed to the right of the desk, where outerwear and footwear is removed. Next comes the dreaded gender-neutral locker room. 

As clients remove all of their clothing and belongings, we added a large window feature that opens into the vanilla space of our home, my kitchen actually. Haha!

Imagine the gut-wrenching humiliation that my clients will feel, stripping naked for their upcoming spankings, all while fully visible to a vanilla portion of the house. Imagine their horror, having to watch my beautiful little Summer, beating some eggs while they strip naked in the locker room. Bella was called upon to model the proof of concept for us. Such a good slave girl!

Look at my sassy new kitchen! It's all open concept into the dining room at the top end, and opens into the living room at the bottom end, near the pub tables. 

Prior to becoming a Dominatrix, I was actually a classically trained chef. I guess I still identify as a chef, but identifying as a Dominatrix has been much more rewarding. I'll be looking forward to doing some serious damage in this kitchen when my chef instincts kick in from time to time. 

Back to the waiting room...

The chairs now face one another. As the clients are bound and gagged with the spreader bars in place, their genitalia will now be aimed at the person across from them, to intensify their humiliation and vulnerability. 

Look at how perfect this set-up is! Gawd, this will be so vulnerable and exposing for my poor clients. I can just picture it now: 

I think it will be more mortifying for the female clients, as their vagina's are not just exposed, but spread and displayed to the person across from them. Any sign of involuntary wetness, will most definitely be noticed!

Much like the concept of the locker room visible to the kitchen, I did the same with the waiting room. It is now visible to my office via similar windows. I wanted to use sheer curtains so the place doesn't look like a zoo or fish aquarium. The sheer just adds that nice touch of elegance.

Anyone who has ever had do to cornertime in front of others, whether bare bottomed or clothed, the disgrace and embarrassment makes you want to crawl right into the floor and hide. If you happen upon Miss Julie's blog, ask her. She can attest to what cornertime feels like, in front of others, her family members specifically. 

To further exploit this concept, I've added special cornertime lighting in key locations. 

There's no better way to present and illuminate a naughty young lady, nursing a brutally red bare bottom, for her thirty minutes in timeout. 

Or in the case of Nancy, a naughty mature lady. Yes Nancy, I'd be pouting too, the first moment I see those cornertime lights flicker to life, knowing exactly what they are for. 

They work brilliantly to better display and expose a naughty, spanked adult. 

Now for the surprise room that I made especially for Summer. It is immediately adjacent to my office, hidden by some decorative privacy screening. The screening is on tracks and opens much like a sliding door, to reveal the secret space behind. 

That's right! Summer has her own private space, for her foot fetish business and to work on her fan sites and buy and sell sites. 

Her business has grown to such a level that this space needs its own post entirely. You'd be shocked to learn the multitude of services she now offers. Summer has more options than a Pickle Barrel menu, and 90% of those options relate to her feet, hosiery and footwear. 

But, as I mentioned, this is for another post entirely...

As we circle back from my office, out to the main waiting room you'll notice the hallway to the left of desk. This is where my naked and trembling clients are marched to the punishment room. 

We decided to leave this entrance open all together, void of any manner of door. My clients in the waiting room will now fill with fear and anticipation, having to listen to every strap of the belt, every swoosh of the cane and the desperate pleas of the adult men and women, promising to be good little boys and girls for me. 

The interior of the punishment room is similar to the last one, but I included a traditional schoolroom area. Lately, instead of fully naked spankings, I have been dressing my clients up like schoolgirls, both the men and the women. It seems the age regressed attire helps them to emotionally release, a lot sooner and a lot heavier. 

At the top right, you'll see the strategic, cornertime lighting in play again. There's a third "detention" desk in this room, facing a corner, as well as a strapping bench, pommel horse and all my implements of chastisement. 

I went with more bondage options in the punishment room this time. My office is a great place for strict and old fashioned OTK, but when you're waiting in the cellblock-style reception area for your turn in the punishment room, things should feel a little more intense. The bondage options certainly help with that.

Well folks, there's your tour of the ground floor, as the renos continue on. I still have an upper floor and a basement (sex dungeon obviously), to design and decorate.  

Summer and I were taking much needed break in the living room, watching something raunchy on TV. 

I guess she got all hot and bothered because she first asked me if we could sleep here tonight, in the new house, yet she knows full-well we don't have a bedroom yet. 

Then she whispered to me about a mattress on the floor upstairs and an old fantasy she told me about once. She nudged me and sweetly admitted, "I organized a little area upstairs for us Mistress".

Awww. How cute. 

Newley engaged lovebirds, spending their first night in their new house. The little area she set up must be dripping with romance, candles and chocolates right...?

Hehe...not for a kink couple. I knew exactly what this fantasy was and what she wanted. 

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Abduction Fantasy

 

 

 

 

I lost the bet!

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