Sinister Intent

Continued from: Difficult Choices

After the devastating kick to the scrotum of poor, Paul, he was helped into a bondage chair as previously described. The chair was designed for maximum access for follow-up kicks, only this time, Miss Cassandra was swapping out her little runners for heavy Doc Martins. Here's the rest of the story, leading up to the Doc Martin's being worn by Cassie.  

As Miss Cassandra settled into her throne of a chair, her gaze remained fixed on Paul's helpless form, her dominance radiating like an aura. With unhurried movements, she began to unlace and remove her hot running shoes. 

The pads of Cassie's socked-feet came to rest on the floor, leaving behind a humid little outline of their shape - a temporary impression created by the perspiration in her socks. The moisture-kissed imprints glimmered against the floor, creating ten little toe-prints beneath her feet. 

Tantalizingly slow, she began to roll the sweaty socks off her feet, Miss Cassandra's toes, adorned with two silver rings, emerged like polished jewels. Paul gasped in his bound state, witnessing her bare feet for the first time. 

Miss Cassandra lifted one of her discarded socks to his nose, the damp fabric wafting its beautiful aroma into his nostrils. "Breathe deeply, Paul," she commanded, her voice low and husky. The scent of her perspiration and the faint tang of vanilla lotion enveloped him, temporarily erasing the memory of his devastating ball-kick. 

Paul's senses reeled, his face flushing as he inhaled the heady fragrance of Cassie's sock. His imagination began to run wild, with fantasies of worshipping those magnificent feet, and despite the earlier kick to his scrotum, his erection began to grow more turgid by the second.

Miss Cassandra's gaze flickered downward, her expression twisting in disgust as she beheld the evidence of his arousal. "How dare you," she spat, her voice cold with disdain. "Your erection is offensive to me and how dare you respond so crudely, to something as simple as my sock!" She mashed the cotton sock into his mouth, to muffle his screams of what was coming next. 

Without hesitation, her bare foot swept upward, striking his dangling balls with the top of her toes. The blow landed with precision, Paul's bound form jerked in response, his face contorting in pain and humiliation. 

Amidst the agony of Paul's helplessness, Cassandra did not let up on her psychological torment, by offering the silly male yet another deal. 

"If we can get that thing limp again, limp enough to return it to its rightful confinement within the chastity cage - I'll let you worship my bare feet with your mouth, Paul." 

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he gazed up at Miss Cassandra, his face a picture of pitiful supplication. "P-please, Ma'am...kick me again. Harder, if need be, to help me get limp for the cage." 

With deliberate purpose, she raised her foot once more, the toes flexing in preparation for the coming blow. Paul braced himself, clenching every muscle and hoping his penis goes flaccid quickly. With a series of measured blows, Miss Cassandra had finally succeeded in deflating his offensive erection, restoring the chastity cage to its rightful place. He was unshackled from the bondage chair, and collapsed to his knees before Cassie's bare feet.

Miss Cassandra crossed a leg and extended one bare foot, presenting it to Paul like an offering. The sight alone was enough to send his heart racing. At last, he could indulge in the sublime saltiness and wrinkles of Cassie's tender soles. 

With an anguished moan, Paul fastened his lips around her big toe, suckling gently as his tongue explored every crevice and contour. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of textures and tastes that left him breathless. 

With the lingering flavour of her bare toes in his mouth, his sight blackened by a blindfold, Miss Cassandra began to lay her final offer on the table. 

"Paul, darling," she purred, her voice laced with sinister intent, "the time has come for you to make a final decision. 

She removed his blindfold so he could watch her retrieve the discarded socks and slip them onto her feet, before beginning the painfully slow process of lacing her Doc Martin's onto her feet.

"A final kick with my new boots, full-power, to your locked-up cock and balls? Or you may get down on all fours and take a nice, thorough ass-fucking..." 

With a fiery blush branding his face, Paul arched his back and accepted a ball gag into his mouth. He presented his puckered asshole to Miss Cassandra like a supine sacrifice. We think he made the right choice, this time. 

I think Cassandra is our resident ball-buster now. Take a bow Cassie, you did well on this one, a special fan request. Fan mail and comments praising Cassandra may be left in the comments. 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Trophy Wife

 

He's so Screwed!

Continued from: Pinch Hitter

Despite his collar, Jeremy was fully naked, locked in a small metal cage in the dungeon space. He had tape over his mouth and his penis has been in a metal chastity cage for about ten weeks. It's safe inside this cage, but will his desperation for kink and the potential for an orgasm convince him otherwise? 

Outside of the cage, the sharks were circling. 

The resounding and commanding sounds of high heels on tile, echoed through the dank space, as Cassandra and Summer paced around the room like predators. 

I'm not sure about you Jeremy, but maybe it's best if you just stayed in the cage?

Cassandra however, can be extremely convincing when she begins to fuck with your mind. Offering horrible predicaments and forcing the submissive to choose their own peril.

"I'll let you out of that cage to play with us, Boy, but it's going to cost you a kick to the balls," Cassandra hissed. 

Summer fought to contain her laughter at this extreme turn of events. She turned away covering her mouth with her hand, as Jeremy nodded his head in the affirmative, choosing the ball-kick to earn his freedom. 

Ouch! 

He crumpled to the floor in a heap. Maybe don't let a professional dancer with dancer's legs, kick you in the balls?

Cassandra then made him kiss the shoe that just kicked him. 

"Don't thank ME you worthless piece of shit, I said thank my shoe!" She barked. "Kiss her and say, thank you Miss Loubie, for kicking me in the balls."

Jeremy complied with the dreadfully humiliating request, literally speaking to Cassie's shoe and kissing the area that had just ricocheted off his scrotum.

With his penis still in full retreat, the girls used that opportunity to get him out of his everyday chastity cage and into something a little more...snug. 

Have you seen those flat ones? The ones that just mash the penis into nothingness? Yikes! 

Once the girls had Jeremy locked away once again, Cassandra resumed her mental torment. 

"Isn't Mistress Summer beautiful, Slave Boy?" Cassandra floated out there. "Wouldn't you just love to fuck her?"

"I don't fuck boys who have little micro-dicks," Summer interjected, then asked him directly, "do you have a little micro-dick, young man?" 

Poor Jeremy just lowered his head and nodded, consumed by shame and embarrassment. 

Cassie didn't let up, and quickly produced a unique and brilliant solution, coupled with another dreadful predicament for Jeremy. 

(I've been seeing more and more of these online. I absolutely love the idea!) 

"Do you see this, you pathetic loser? It just screws into the tip of your cage. Much more appealing to Mistress Summer than your tiny dick," Cassie teased, waving the ultra-realistic dildo in Jeremy's face. 

"If you'd like me to screw this onto you, you can fuck Mistress Summer, would you like that, boy?" 

Jeremy sheepishly meeped-out a little, "yes, Miss Cassie," as his face burned with humiliation. 

To make matters worse, Cassandra cheerfully began to pretend it was a real penis. "Here, Mistress Summer, let me help. Let me fluff this big boy for you!"

Jeremy could only whimper and groan in frustration, as Cassandra performed a hand-job on his prosthetic member, followed by a blow-job. The tape was removed from his mouth momentarily. Cassie wanted to hear him beg! 

If his real dick was attempting to get hard in that little nub of a cage, I don't imagine that would have felt very nice. 

"Ohhh, Mistress...he's nice and hard for you, look!" Cassie purred toward Summer, winking at her in the process.

"Thank you Miss Cassie." Summer replied. "I can't wait to ride that raging cock."

Summer wasted no time in climbing up on the poor submissive, and lowered her wet pussy onto the stunt-cock. 

She bounced away, all while pestering Jeremy into making another predicament choice. 

"Do you want to fuck me doggystyle, loser? Do you want me to be a whore for you?" Summer offered. 

Before he could process a positive or negative head-nod, Summer then said, "if you fuck me like that, I'll be fucking you right back in the same way. Now what's it gonna be?"

It looks like Jeremy is going to be taking it up the bum from Summer, once he gets done with his fake dickering... 

Silly boy!

Let me know if you want me to continue the tale of poor Jeremy, and Summer fucking his bum? She's out for revenge!

Disclaimer: 

Please remember that when clients book with me they always have safewords. No one gets kicked in the balls, golden showered or subjected to small penis humiliation for instance, unless they have outright told me this is what they want. To each their own...different strokes for different folks. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Emasculation