Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts

Monday, December 23, 2024

Christmas Cards

Continued from: Serenity

We have to decide on a Christmas card to send out this year, on behalf of the Facility and all our lovely clients and fans. Will you help us choose one? 

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The adorable sweetness of Summer and Sarah Jane, who left her leather and whip behind in the dungeon, as both women got into their Christmas Day dresses and Mary Janes.


"Daddy, we'll make you feel joyful and triumphant...if it's ok with Mommy?" 

Haha, how's that for a caption? 


2.
My very best and sharpest little pony slave, Bella Goth. I suppose it could be interchangeable with a reindeer? We just need to get her a red nose. 


Or better yet, a bright red ball gag! 

There's not many things in the BDSM world, as aesthetically pleasing and beautiful as a red ball between luxuriously feminine, painted lips. 


3.
We dangled a little carrot awhile ago, about two doctoral students from U of T, who may have had an unconventional way of motivating each other's schooling. Remember Skylar and Eesha? I looks like she's about to be spanked over Skylar's knee. 


Fully bare naked OTK, while the disciplinarian is fully clothed, is such an incredibly powerful tactic and vulnerable experience, regardless of the gender of the adult miscreant. 

4.
Sweet Nancy! She should be warming her buns by the fire. I guess I'll have to do it with a paddle instead. 


She wanted to sneak in a quick age regressed trip over my knee, before her grandkids showed up. Imagine her squirming in her seat at the lavish Christmas dinner she'll be hosting, her entire family around her as her spanked bottom comes to rest on the rigid wooden dining chair. 

5.
Vanessa (my girl crush who we haven't seen in awhile), and my sweet Summer! Mixing in one final holiday flight to infuse their dominant essence into their hosiery and high heels. 


That would make a good stocking-stuffer for a lucky young man, Summer's actual stockings? 

6. 
The fiery and ferocious Carley and Cassie. If you're interested in making some New Years resolutions and actually sticking to them, these two can keep you on track with one of their custom punishment programs! Eeek. 


Remember to discuss your safeword ahead of time, if you happen to visit the Facility U.K. in the new year. 

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Last but not least...moi? I am looking forward to a very exciting 2025, with my unconventional family and the wonderful power dynamics that only BDSM can provide. 


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Oooo, next year I should do an advent calendar, what do you think? Twenty-four days of pictures of the girls and I. 

Happy Holidays everyone. Again, wishing you all a safe, sane and consensual end of the year and new year. 

Thank you for being a fan of my work. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 








Serenity

Continued from: Christian Christmas

As I stood before the Christmas tree, admiring this powerful man on his hands and knees, kissing my recently unwrapped Loubies, all felt right with the world once again. 


"You may stand, young man." I announced graciously, extending a hand to assist him in standing. Once he was upright, I gestured towards the nearby coffee table, where an array of colourful wrapping paper and ribbons lay waiting. 

"Be a dear and help me with the rest of the girl's presents, won't you?" I requested, my tone playful yet commanding. 

As we worked side-by-side, two more Christian Louboutin boxes were produced from beneath the tree. I reached for one of the boxes, then the other, carefully lifting the lid to show Russell its contents. Inside, nestled amidst tissue paper, lay a pair of glossy black Mary Janes with a lower heel, their patent leather surface gleaming in the soft light of the tree. 


Then the second pair, featuring a darling double strap design, lending them an air of youthful innocence that seemed almost at odds with the sophisticated elegance of the red soles. 

"I must admit," Russell remarked, "I wasn't aware that Loubie produced Mary Jane styles. Aren't these like four-thousand dollars a pair?" 

I chuckled softly, "not quite...well, Sarah's boots were." 

"So...business is going well then, Ma'am?" Russell sheepishly asked, almost with a touch of jealously in his voice. 

I explained that yes, in fact, business was going quite well of late. Between the Facility U.K. sending a cut of their profits our way, and Vanessa and Summer's foot fetish racket, things were quite financially comfortable of late. 

"Summer sold a pair of her Loubies that she wore on flights for like two years," I giggled as I spoke, "to some gentleman on the west coast for twelve grand." 


"Oh, is that all?" Russell chuckled. "She has quite a gift that girl." 

As we finished wrapping the two Loubie boxes, I carefully placed them under the tree with a smile. "I'd like Summer and Sarah Jane to wear these Christmas morning, Daddy, when they're in their little velvet dresses." 

They'll look simply adorable in their white tights and Christmas dresses, I thought to myself , all while humming a holiday tune. 


My mind quickly changed direction, as I began to envision what must be happening in the basement this very moment. A significant contrast from Mary Janes and opaque tights... 


A Sarah Jane story

Meanwhile, down in the sex dungeon... 


I had Mandy right where I wanted her - on her hands and knees, her tongue diligently tracing the contours of my new Christian Louboutin boots. As Mandy's tongue worked its way up the shaft of my boot, I could feel the heat of her breath, sending a delicious shiver up my spine. 

My body thrummed with anticipation as I lifted one booted foot onto a nearby surface. With a firm grip on Mandy's hair, I guided her head between my thighs, forcing her face into the damp heat of my pussy. 


As Mandy worked her magic, the supple leather of my riding crop whispered through the air as I brought it down on her bare ass. "That's it slut," I purred, my voice dripping with sadistic glee. "Worship your Mistress with that lezzy little tongue of yours." 

After a few more sizzling strokes of the whip, Mandy redoubled her efforts, her tongue delving deeper into my slick folds. I could feel the familiar tightening in my tummy, the telltale signs of an impending orgasm. As the pressure mounted, I increased the frequency and intensity of my strikes, steadily whipping her bare butt as her tongue took me over the edge. 

As the last tremors of my orgasm faded away, I released my grip on her hair, allowing her to slump back on her haunches, her face glistening with the evidence of my pleasure. 

"Thank you for your cum, Ma'am," she breathed out deeply, as I patted her on the bum. 
 

"You're welcome, my pet. Now strip!" 

Mandy wasted no time in obeying, her fingers trembling with eagerness as she shed what little garments she had left. With a satisfied nod, I took her by the hand and led her toward a narrow, flat bondage bench with a bolster pillow in the middle. 


"Up you get, huni," I instructed, watching her with predatory interest as Mandy climbed onto the padded surface, arranging herself face down with her hips elevated by the strategically placed bolster. The sight of her, naked and vulnerable, her ass raised invitingly towards me, sent a fresh wave of desire pulsing through my clit. 


I tied her wrists and ankles off quite tightly, stretching an presenting her naked body perfectly, along the length of the padded bench. Approaching the bench, I ran my hand along the beautiful mounds of Mandy's sit spots, admiring the almost blank canvass that had already been kissed by my riding crop. 

"Such a bad, bad girl, I purred, my voice a sultry purr. 


Reaching the nearby wall, the click of my Loubie boots echoing off the stone walls, I selected a sturdy leather strap and rested it on the small of Mandy's back. 

"You're getting a strapping, young lady, on the bare," I hissed. "I expect you to count and thank me, after each stroke. We'll be doing twenty-five per side." 

Without warning, I brought the leather down across her presented ass cheeks, the sharp crack of impact filling the air. It was music to my ears. Mandy yelped in surprise, her body jerking against the restraints that held her in place. 

I settled into a steady rhythm, administering twenty-five lashes of the strap from the left side of her body, before switching to the right side to administer the same. Mistress taught me once, that this is the way you keep colour even, when using something that connects with both bum cheeks, in one stroke. 

I marveled at the way Mandy responded to the strapping, as if she was melting into the punishment bench, surrendering herself completely to the sensations. 

Once helping her off the strapping bench, I guided her towards another station in the dungeon. This particular apparatus featured a padded surface for her to kneel on, with various point of restraint and bondage. 


As I assisted Mandy into position, returning her Loubies to her feet, I couldn't help but admire the her body moved with fluid grace, even in her weakened state. 

While reaching for a ball gag that would silence her cries of pleasure and pain, I noticed something remarkable. As I slid the rubber sphere between Mandy's parted lips and tightened the straps around her head, I saw her eyes flutter closed, a look of utter serenity washing over her features. 

It was as if, in that moment, all the stress and weight of her vanilla life simply melted away, replaced by a profound sense of peace and freedom. This was a feeling I knew all to well. 


I could feel Mandy's eyes following my every move, as I clicked over to a lovely display of floggers and selected one from the rack. Satisfied with my choice, I turned back to Mandy, a wicked smile playing at the corners of my mouth as I swooshed the flogger through the air. 

I brought the whip down on Mandy's tits and nipples, landing with a sharp string that drew a muffled gasp from behind her gag. I continued with a second lash, then a third, alternating between swift stinging strokes and slower, more sensual caresses, until Mandy's chest was flushed like a sunburn. 

"So responsive, so eager to please your Mistress," I purred, setting the flogger aside and letter her watch me attach a strap-on harness around my hips. "And now, it's time for your reward."

Mandy's muffled screams dripped from the dungeon walls, as I plunged the dildo into her soaking wet cunt and set a punishing pace. With one hand firmly gripping Mandy's hair, I lifted her head, forcing her to gaze into a mirror in front of her. 


"Look at yourself," I commanded, my voice low and husky with desire. "Look at the wanton slut you've become, the desperate little whore who lives to serve me!"

The moment the words left my lips, calling Mandy a slut and a whore, her body erupted in a violent orgasm. The humiliation and degradation proved to much for her to bear, pushing her over the edge into a realm of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. 

Her pussy clamped down around my strap-on like a vice, pulsing and spasming as I slowed my pace, praising her and calling her my babygirl.


I got Mandy all unhooked and rid myself of the strap-on. We collapsed onto a mattress on the dungeon floor, our bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. 

Despite the rigidness of our roles in a scene - mistress and slave, domme and submissive, top and bottom - there was a warmth of camaraderie between us. As we lay there, entwined in each other's arms, laughter bubbled up from deep within us. 


"Holy shit!" Mandy, breathed, her voice still hoarse from screaming through the gag as she came. 

"That was...incredible!"

I pounced my little frame on top of hers, giggling and showering her with kisses as her toes curled in her Loubies. 


"Merry Christmas, my babygirl," I cooed. 

"I'm so glad this world exists Sarah, and that I get to escape to it with you."  


Happy holidays, from Sarah Jane and Mandy!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

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Christmas Cards

Continued from:  Serenity We have to decide on a Christmas card to send out this year, on behalf of the Facility and all our lovely clients ...