It's all in the Eyes

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Guilty Pleasures

Continued from: Save the last Dance

[F/f] [lezdom] [stripper] [BDSM] [kink]

As Cassandra continues her mesmerizing dance, her body moving with a fluid grace that defies description, I find myself growing increasingly aroused. The sight of her nearly nude form, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, is almost more than I can bear, and I feel my own desire rising to a fever pitch. 

Finally, unable to resist any longer, I crook my finger at her, beckoning her closer. Like a sleek, predatory cat, she crawls towards me on all fours, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that sends shivers down my spine. 

As she reaches me, she sits back on her haunches, her head bowed in a gesture of submission. "Please, Mistress," she whispers, her voice low and husky with need, "let me taste you." 

Unable to deny her request after being enchanted by her dancing, I part my thighs, granting her access to the molten heat that lies between them. With a moan of unadulterated lust, Cassie buries her face in my pussy, her tongue delving deep into my folds as she seeks out the sensitive bud of my clit. 

She quickly slipped me out of my dress, then bit my bare ass, causing me to yelp and react by slapping one of her tits. Cassandra simply smiled, all while sporting a bit of crazed look in her eyes.  

She hooked two of her fingers inside me and literally led me by my pussy, over to the other couch, where she pushed me down onto my back and continued to finger-blast me. 

Reaching up, I grasp her hair, tugging her head back until she is forced to meet my gaze. "Your turn," I growl, my voice thick with desire. Our interactions were beginning to look more like a fight, but I was loving every second of it, especially when she took hold of my throat once more and pinned me down on the couch cushion. 

She straddled my face between her thighs, lowering her dripping cunt onto my face. When she made contact with my lips, my tongue darted out to lap at her swollen clit. 

Together, we writhe and moan, taking turns flipping between offense and defense, hair being pulled, faces being playfully slapped, as the strip joint soundtrack continued to boom all around us.

As our passion builds to a crescendo, we shift positions, our legs intertwined as we scissor our pussies together, grinding and rubbing against each other in a desperate quest for release. 

Finally, after wrestling around some more in a haze of pure, unbridled ecstasy, we both cum at the same time, our bodies convulsing in a series of earth-shattering orgasms that seem to go on forever.

Exhausted and spent, I laid back as Cassie took top control once again, effortlessly launching my legs back and into the air to clean me with her mouth. 

As Cassandra and I lay entwined in each other's arms, our bodies still trembling with the aftershocks, I traced my palm over her smooth, perfect ass, the marks of her spanking having long since faded. I gave her a few motherly pats on the bum helped her to her feet. "I need to get you to the airport, sweetheart." 

Anthony Bourdain once compared unhealthy, good idea at the time, fast food, to a trashy street-walking hooker in ripped stockings and shitty heels. His theory being, that sometimes, you just want that! Haha, its classic Tony!

"It's 3AM, you're drunk and stoned, and you leave your apartment to hit up the Brooklyn-style, folded pizza slice joint down the street. You know it's a bad idea, but sometimes you just need to."  

That's what sex with Cassandra is like...

I was watching that show "The Taste", again last night. The food challenge was called guilty pleasures. Anthony took a bite of the eventual winner's dish and I watched him close his eyes and say: 

"Ohhh, take me home and treat me badly!" Haha! 

Haha! That...is Cassandra on a spoon. Unlike the photo above however, she bites back! 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Enigma

Save the Last Dance

Continued from: Christmas Cards

[F/mfff] [F/f] [lezdom] [spanking] [BDSM] [kink] [lesbian] 

Watching Sarah and Mandy cuddled together on the couch, their bodies intertwined and their faces glowing with the aftermath of their heavy session downstairs, I couldn't help but marvel at the unique connection that had formed between them. 

Adorable little things, those two are. Kissing each other's lips and nuzzling noses as they giggled and whispered about the ferocity of their recent orgasms. Mandy eventually made her way home, back to her own family, with a very sore bottom to sit on during Christmas dinner. 

Christmas Day here, had been an absolute delight, with Summer and Sarah slipping effortlessly into their age-regressed personas, their innocence and charm enhanced by the darling Mary Jane Loubies they unwrapped in the morning. 

Seeing them clicking around in their festive attire, their eyes sparkling with childlike wonder and excitement, filled my heart and Russell's, with warmth and joy. The girls had become very comfortable with calling Russell and I, "Mommy" and "Daddy", with Summer slipping in the odd "Papa", in her thick accent. 

Up here in the North, we ended up getting a white Christmas, which seems to becoming more and more rare of late. News people said only three out of our last eight Christmas Days were white ones, which, twenty years ago, would have been unfathomable. Climate change is real, people! 

Of course, the highlight of the day was undoubtedly the feast I prepared for everyone - a traditional prime rib roast with Yorkshire pudding. Turkey was outlawed in my household years ago, due to its similarity to sawdust on the palate. 

The beef was much better. High heat sear on all sides to get a nice crust, then 200 degrees only, very low and slow, for 4-6 hours depending on the size of the roast. Pull it out when your internal is 137 if you want a perfect medium doneness, evenly from outside to the very middle. 

Once I was able to shed my apron, "Mommy" got herself into a velvet dress, just like the girls only a little more sensual and mature. 

As I descended the staircase and, the click of my heels echoing through the marble grand lobby, I was greeted by the sight of Russell, standing there in a suit, a glass of champagne held out in offering. His eyes widened with admiration, as he took in my appearance. "My Goddess," he breathed out, his voice thick with emotion, "you look absolutely radiant." 

Blushing at his heartfelt compliment, I step into his strong arms, allowing him to enfold me into a tender embrace. 

He tossed his jacket aside as I melted into his arms once more, swaying gently around the room with absolutely no music playing. From the corner of my eye, I catch sight of Summer and Sarah, their faces aglow with happiness as they watched Mommy and Daddy slow dance. 

As we swayed gently around the room together, lost in our own memories, I was transported back to a time when he and I were younger, carefree, our love burning bright and fierce like a raging inferno. 

As our impromptu dance came to a gentle conclusion, I found myself drawn irresistibly to Russell's face, my gaze fixed upon the single, crystalline tear that was trickling slowly down his cheek. With a tenderness born of our history together, I leaned in to capture the salty, briny tear, kissing him on the cheek in the process. 

The tears I'm afraid, did not stop there, as Boxing Day marked the tearful departure of Cassandra, back to the U.K. and back into the arms of her wife, Carley. After saying goodbye to Russell, to Sarah Jane and to a bawling Summer, Russell took the girls shopping, allowing some alone time for Cassie and I. 

"Is there anything else I can do for you before I leave, Mistress? You've done so much for me!" A slow, wicked grin, spread across my face as I considered her question. 

"As a matter of fact, there is," I purred, my voice laced with seduction. "Come with me." Taking Cassie's hand in mine, I lead her up the sweeping staircase and down the hallway, towards the hidden entrance to the strip club that lies concealed within the depths of the Facility. 

Gentle music was playing in the background, as Cassandra turned and began to grind her ass into my midsection. I leaned in close, my voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Dance for me, Cassie. Just like you used to." 

She pushed me back onto the couch, her little frame pouncing on me like a jaguar locking eyes with its prey, before she drove her tongue into my mouth. "If I dance for you, Mistress" she gritted her teeth and put a hand around my throat, "can we fuck afterwards?"  

I smiled at her softly and gestured to the change room, despite being partially strangled at that moment, I was able to breathe out a, "you can change in there."

Cassie quickly slipped into a scandalously revealing outfit that left little to the imagination. Her body is a work of art, all sleek muscles and tantalizing curves with a skinny waist and juicy arse. 

I jumped when the music started, the first note ripping through my chest with a deep boom of bass. This was definitely a stripper song, carefully chosen by Cassandra. 

Winner till the day I die

She likely picked a song like this to reflect her current mood, brazen enough to put her hand onto her Mistress' throat! How dare she! 

Truth be told, I think I did this move on her once, when we were having sex, and directed her hand around my neck. She's never let me forget that *blush*.   

I found myself utterly captivated. Each thrust of her hips, each sensual roll of her shoulders, sent a jolt of electricity directly to my pussy, igniting a fire deep within my core. Lost in the hypnotic rhythm of her dace, I allowed myself to be swept away by the primal, animalistic energy that filled the room, surrendering to the dark, delicious pleasure that only Cassie can provide.

Turn that song up really loud, gaze upon the image below and just image our little Cassie, working that stripper pole as she slowly rids herself of her clothing. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Guilty Pleasures