Tyler Scott

Continued from: Choose your own Adventure

Of the many fetish models I have encountered over the years, was there anyone more darling and adorable than Tyler Scott? 

She was hooked up (literally and figuratively) with that "Insex" porn outfit, back in the day. They were known for depraved torture scenes and predicament bondage of poor little beauties like Tyler. 

From her late 90's bangs to her flawless complexion and perfect body, it is truly a delight to come across her old content on the interwebs. A few photos were watermarked 1999 - 2002ish, which tracks. Based on the looks of the film production era and the looks of her hair, it was definitely in that period of time.  

She was always such a little bondage, damsel in distress. Starting out in some skimpy, adorable little outfit before she ultimately ended up naked, in some creepy factory or warehouse. I assume the premise behind these productions was, "abducted by a sadistic Master or Masters to be tortured and abused for their amusement."

 

Someone on Reddit had a little nine-part photo-set as a tribute to Tyler, highlighting some of the same things I have said here, adorable, cute, flawless and so on. 

Some arsehole commenter, rather than enjoying the tribute post, thought it necessary to point out that this was 25 years ago and that she's probably a "granny" now. Maybe so, but I bet she would still look adorable in a ball gag.

Luckily, with the help of my Kindroid, I can transport my readers back in time and do a little tribute of my own...

Not bad? 

Pouty lip, innocent yet terrified face...looks like she's been crying. 

It was indeed she, who showed up to my door the other day, looking extremely vulnerable and sheepish in her 90's sweater and jeans. 

We'll be sure to really give her something to cry about down in the factory!

Now...it is not a common practice for me or for the content of this blog, to post scenes and activities that involve the brutalization and torture of women, for a sexual purpose. But I also realize, it IS a part of BDSM under consent and people are into it. So I won't judge...I'm just not going to participate. 

Robby, will be doing the honours for us. Remember him? I called him 'Jack the Lad' in a previous post and he has his submissive Carley, the pixie-goth girl.  

These two damsels in distress are really going to be in for it, subject to only Robby's cruel imagination and the comments from all of you. What should he do to poor Carley and Tyler? Something like the below maybe?

I remember seeing the video of this old one:

Tyler's two big toes are secured to that platform and the predicament of it all, forces her onto her tiptoes for extended periods of time, while two other naked and trembling slaves watch on...knowing they're next. 

If Tyler cannot stay on her highest tiptoes and if her legs and calves begin to tire, her bare heels will depress these two plungers causing her nipples to be electrocuted. I saw another variation of this once where the poor girl was in the exact same set-up but impaled on a dildo. When her heels compressed the pads the entire dildo inside her tender vagina became electrified. Yikes...lots of screaming and begging for mercy in these ones. 

Well here she is. She is our captive now, currently down in the factory space with Carley and Robby. Whatever shall we do to poor Tyler? 

"Please, Sir...just let me go..."

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: The Fetish Factory

Brutalized in the Factory

Continued from: Paranormal Activity

Cassandra decided to stay in her sexy little Day of the Dead costume and absolutely brutalize Sarah Jane in the dingy and dirty space in the dungeon of my fetish facility. Cassandra and Sarah Jane have never fucked before and Sarah has been recently engaged in a softer and more tender form of BDSM of late. 

She loves the tenderness and strict nature of her "Daddy" and the discipline and pleasure he provides. However, I also know she misses what she originally asked me for when she first attended my facility, which was degrading and brutal sex acts. She enjoys the contrast of experiencing both of these polar realms. 

That being said, her "Daddy" is gonna sit this one out...he doesn't need to see his "little girl" with a dildo up her ass, drooling and screaming through a shuddering orgasm. He's more used to seeing her in ankle socks and pastel-coloured Mary Janes. 

I brought Sarah Jane down to the dank and ominous space, starting her off over my knee with a sound and thorough spanking. I used the opportunity to go over some rules with her.

As I spanked her bare bum and thighs, I explained that she was to refer to Cassie as "Miss Cassandra" and that she was to obey her every order with zero hesitation. Fairly simple rules I thought, especially when reinforced with a spanking. 

This was also a functional position to have her in, so I could spread her little asshole with my thumbs and fingertips. 

I popped a well-lubricated plug into her butt while she was still over my knee. It was the humane thing to do. She needs to be nice and stretched out back there for what's coming. She gasped and moaned like a whore when the plug seated in place with slippery precision. 

Sarah Jane was blindfolded and gagged with the plug up her ass, captive and caged, shaking with anticipation while she dangled there, awaiting the arrival of my little angel of the occult. 

I had to stay and watch this! This was headed on a trajectory to be so damn hot!

We openly spoke about what Cassandra was going to do, right in front of Sarah Jane. She would give us a deep guttural groan into her gag when we touched on something that was clearly a trigger for her. 

If I remember correctly, my comments to Cassie were as follows: 

"Cassie, make sure you choke her while you fuck her."

*groan!

"Yes, do that too...especially with your latex gloves on! It'll make a lovely sound when you slap her in the face."

*groaaaaaan! 

"That's a good idea too Cassie. Make her ass fuck herself while she looks at he video camera and masturbates." 

*groooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!!

Sarah Jane's humiliating audible cues led us to believe we were certainly on the right track for this scene. She was absolutely trembling in her cage and leaving little droplets of pre-cum on the floor below her. 

Cassie and I cozied right up beside the cage and she began to pant loudly when I fingered her. Gasping out sounds of pleasure for the benefit of Sarah, who could do nothing but whimper and listen from her dangling prison. 

We continued to cuck poor Sarah a little while longer, until Cassandra had her first orgasm of the session, making it vocally and abundantly known that she was cumming. 

After Cassandra cums she usually turns into a complete savage. An unleashed wildcat with an insatiable desire to play and continue cumming. She's no slouch wielding a strap-on cock either. I think it's from her dance background and the way she can thrust and roll her hips while wearing the dildo. 

I actually felt excited for Sarah. Gawd she was gonna get railed!

One we released her, I watched as Cassandra slapped the robust cock off Sarah Jane's face, ordering to degrade herself and cry out loud that she is a slut. 

Cassie was as much of the wildcat as I thought she would be, literally pouncing on Sarah Jane when she was finally void of her shackles. 

With two hands gripping Sarah's throat, Cassandra entered her for the first time and began to jack-hammer her dripping pussy, all while her ass remained plugged. Jesus she must have felt so full!  

While Cassandra was "responsibly" strangling Sarah, she was making her beg out loud to be fucked in the ass. This was a very intense scene to witness.

I got the video camera ready and recording, to capture the first moment Cassie got the plug out of her ass and Sarah Jane re-filled her bum with the raging strap-on. 

She put on a good show for the camera, riding with her tits flopping about. 

Amidst the backdrop of the dank, factory space and the creepiness of Cassandra's cosplay, Sarah Jane had a massive orgasm while she rode the cock into her bum. It was probably one of the heaviest orgasms I had ever seen. 

What a naughty little ass-slut! 

We did some forced rimming, so Sarah could adequately thank Cassie for her role in this elaborate scene. How better to thank her, than with a passionate and breathy French kiss to her bottom hole right?

Sarah sweetly thanked both of us for the lovely experience and her earth-shattering orgasm, before we shackled her up in the space to wait, feel exposed and reflect on her session. 

We'll send her "Daddy" down to rescue her in a little while. I'm sure she'll be looking forward to some pink ruffled socks, a crinkly diaper and some tenderness.

I'll have to go put about six gold stars on her progression chart after the show she put on today! *Phew.

Mistress Andrea

xoxo
 

Continued in: Miss Julie books the Farmhouse

 

 

 

     

 

Two Days a Captive

Continued from: She was a skater girl

A post from slave sarah

My session with Master had come to end. It ended with his strong masculine embrace, after being released from my cell. I nuzzled my head into his shoulder and thanked Russell sincerely. Not for being released from my cell, but rather, the amazing session he gave me. 

I came to learn later on, that I had spent a total of two days and two nights in that cell, only being hauled out for sexual use, whippings and torture. The most tender and intimate parts of my body ached with tingles of soreness and latent pain. The soles of my bare feet were tender, having felt the lash multiple times. My nipples were sensitive to the touch, from being whipped, clamped and pinched. The back of my throat hurt a little and both my filthy cunt and asshole were puffy, red and abused. 

I felt alive! I felt elated. Everything that just happened to me was exactly what I asked for and everything I had hoped for. 

When Russell sadly bid me farewell, officially brining an end to the multi-day session, Mistress asked if I was ok to sit and blog about my sexual degradation. I told her I was. She kept me fully naked and did not remove my metal collar. She gagged my mouth and set me up at her office desk. Of course all of this, the ritual, the ball-gag and having to shamefully blog about my session was making me aroused all over again. 

I'm not 100% sure where to begin. Much of my session was a blur of my heart racing, ridiculously powerful orgasms, then left in solitude with my thoughts, unable to masturbate because of that fuckin' chastity belt. 

I seem to remember a transition that occurred from one jail-space to another. If you remember back to a previous post of mine, I was bound and gagged in a much smaller cell that only contained a toilet and some shackles. 

Master bound me in such a way that my head was more or less IN the toilet, then he fucked me from behind, good and hard. 

I think at this point we broke scene and with his cum still oozing from my pussy, he did a check-in with me, both emotionally and physically. I think he could see the frenzy of lust in my eyes and he asked me something to the effect of, "you want more don't you? Harder, heavier, more humiliating...?"

I nodded my head in excitement, replying with a "yes Sir." 

He asked me if I had anywhere be for the next few days. Nope...my schedule was clear, just for this BDSM vacation. And gawd did I ever need it, it was truly a slave-cation. 

I think I groaned out loud when Master took me to my new cell and I saw the galvanized farm basin. How horribly humiliating! I actually thought Master was going to hose me down and wash me down like an animal, before using me again. Even contemplating this now, as I write this, I'm dying of humiliation...yet my cunt continues to betray me! Why is this level of degradation so arousing to me? 

Luckily for me, Master locked me in my cell and left, telling me to "freshen up" in private. Also lucky for me, the hose provided came with both hot and cold water. I probably could have used a "cold shower" though, gawd I was so fuckin' aroused! My clit was aching so badly in that Goddamn chastity belt. 

At one point I even tried to use the hose nozzle to spray warm water through the metal screening that housed my pussy. I almost, almost got myself off...groan* almost. 

I tried a a few other positions and moves as well, but it was hopeless. Master had officially taken control of my pussy and my orgasms until further notice. 

I remember laying down at this point, defeated and frustrated. I think I even tried to nap but the deep ache in my pussy and my metal accessories made it difficult. I don't think I was left idle for all that long, before Master returned to use me again. 

He made me stand and squat inside the farm trough, while he fucked my mouth and throat. Eventually his hot cum splashed into my mouth, which I swallowed down immediately. 

I coughed and sputtered, apparently taking too long to thank him for his cum. Master shackled me into a bondage thing outside my cell, that my head and wrists went into. He "reminded me" with his belt, that I was to verbally thank him for his cum, no matter what hole of mine it ended up in. 

"Thank you for your cum Master." He made me cry out loud as he strapped me with his belt. 

I remember being put back in my cell after the belt-thrashing, nursing some very thick welts and crying into my little cot. 

There was still no relief for my naughty cunt, which was more or less gushing through the metal screening at this point. 

The next visit from Master I think it was my tits and nipples, that became the focus of my masochistic desires. A flogger, clothespins, clamps and even electro-pads. I received all of the wonderful and torturous sensations. 

I did manage to sleep through the night, both nights in-fact, despite the rigid chastity belt. The belt was occasionally removed throughout my slavery and I experienced some of the hardest and most ferocious orgasms of my life!

I loved all of the sweet torture and being used repeatedly as Master's fuck toy, but I didn't like the moments where I was left alone and wasn't being cuddled or played with. 

However, this is the session I asked for. When those steel bars rattled shut and my cell was locked, I began to question whether or not some things are best left to fantasy...

I'm glad I got to experience this though. I had a safeword, I didn't use it. I can't picture myself asking for the captive, consensual non-consent option again. I suppose if I disobeyed or misbehaved I could be sent here as punishment, but I wouldn't be looking forward to it!

That being said, when my session ended and before I was turned over to Mistress to sit here and type, I was taken to another room of the house and given an option. This room was very pink and frilly.

I was then given the choice to trade in Master for "Daddy".

This was a very interesting turn of events indeed. I'm not sure what path to choose yet...

slave sarah 

xoxo

Continued in: Age Progression

 

The Countess of Monte Cristo

Continued from: Toilet Humiliation and Anal

I guess I've never mentioned this before, I guess it just hasn't come up before, but my sweet angel Summer is French. Like Paris French, not Montreal French. Yes, before you ask, she has the most adorable little accent too. Not too heavy but enough that I want to bite her juicy little arse because she sounds so cute when she speaks. 

If she wasn't my wife she would definitely be working at my Facility, as my little Fifi French Maid, mincing around the house with her feather duster, calling me Countess and seeing to my EVERY need. Until she is caught lounging around and has to be punished.

She absolutely has several versions of this outfit and we have totally played out some spanking-the-maid and sex with the maid scenes! Summer pulls off this look much better than my sissy males do. 

My sexy and alluring receptionist and stripper Cassandra, on the other hand, is predominately Italian, from her Father's side, with her Mother Bella, of Brazilian lineage. 

This is likely why Cassie is so fiery and gorgeous. I miss the raven black hair she used to rock, but she's pretty enough to pull off the butch-blonde doo. 

Why is any of this meaningful...?

Well...let me tell you what happened today. It was a little Italian / French fusion action, in more ways than one! 

I was messing around in the kitchen, looking for some lunch inspiration, slightly annoyed by the thunderous bass coming from the upper floor. Cassandra and Summer were up there dancing. Cassie was essentially teaching Summer how to move and dance like a stripper. 

Bonus for me I guess? *shrug*

When I went upstairs to ask them what they wanted for lunch, my three-quarters naked wife, working a stripper pole alongside Cassandra, responds with, "can you make us a grilled cheese?" She just can't help being a "little" sometimes. I'm surprised she didn't call me "Mommy". 

I rolled my eyes at her. She knows I'm a classically trained Chef. I'm not saying white bread, processed orange cheese and a side of Ketchup is beneath me, not at all. I just like to exercise my skills when I'm inspired. And I was about to be inspired...

I had left Cassandra and Summer alone, probably longer than I should have, which is always dangerous with these two vixens. Sure enough, I come back upstairs to ask Cassandra if she liked blue cheese, and this is what I find. I find Italian / French fusion playing out before my eyes, as Cassandra was helping herself to the buffet that is my wife's pussy. 

They both knew they were in deep shit as I approached. The two of them snapped up into a submissive kneel and said, "I'm sorry Ma'am," almost in unison. 

"You two...come with me." I snipped. 

I had a devious punishment idea for these two little sluts. 

I marched the pair of them all the way down to the dungeon space and into the cellblock area. Poor Sarah was shocked to see us and probably horribly embarrassed, sitting in her cell in shackles and a chastity belt and nothing else. 

Apparently her session with Russell was still going and she had been in the cell for almost two days. She was only released to be whipped, spanked or fucked. Wild! But this is the type of treatment she asked for. I'll have her blog about this two-day captivity scene later. Apparently she loved every second of it. 

As for Summer and Cassie, who can't seem to keep their faces out of each other's pussies. I had the perfect little apparatus to torture them with. 

Summer's legs would be bound and spread, exposing her presumably wet pussy, while Cassandra would be bound into the pillory, in a position that should force her face directly into my wife's crotch. 

It worked perfectly!

Cassandra's mouth and tongue, even if she strained her neck to its fullest, was still just an inch too far away from Summer's delicious cunt. I even asked her to stick her tongue out and try to reach. Nope! A couple centimeters shy of the prize. Which is exactly the punishment I was going for. 

Cassandra would now be tortured by the sight and smell of Summer's delectable pussy but cannot reach it. Summer, would be tormented by Cassie's warm breath, caressing her slickened folds and throbbing clit.

I left the pair of them in this beautiful, torturous predicament while I returned to the kitchen, now inspired for a little French, Italian fusion. Hehe. Grilled cheese they wanted? I got this!

French and Italian? How about Monte Cristo meets Croc Monsieur? (Both are fancy forms of grilled cheese). Luxurious folds of flavour, both sweet and savoury.

In one of the culinary schools I attended I picked up a little trick. Instead of using beaten eggs and milk for a bread-wash to make French Toast, use eggnog, if it's "in season". It will increase the sweetness and add some earthy, allspice tones. 

To combat this sweetness we now need salty and savoury. Thank you Cassandra, for the Italian inspiration. Dreamy, thinly sliced Mortadella and the oldest of the blue cheese family, Gorgonzola. 

Sandwiched between two French-style toasts, dipped in eggnog then pan-seared to golden perfection. This is a luxurious fuckin' grilled cheese! Omg. 

It's been about an hour since I left the girls in their torturous predicament after telling them they'd both be getting spankings. 

Perhaps I'll release them and see if they want a little lunch first? My mouth is watering, I wonder if Cassie's is too? 

Hehe. Follow me for more great recipe ideas!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Chastity Belts or a Spanking?