The Huntress

Continued from: Threesome with Bella

It's been almost two years since I posted a story titled, Bella's Daughter, Cassandra. This story recounted the the first time I laid eyes on this raven-haired beauty, who bears a striking resemblance to Dua Lipa (my newest butterfly-causing, girl crush...Dua! Omg...can't even)!   

Cassie was only 19 years old in that period of time. She was bitchy, slightly emo, with a great big chip on her shoulder. She's still all of those things, but over the years we have channeled her inner-rage into something much more productive.  

Cassandra's creativity and cruelty when it comes to physically and mentally torturing men, surpasses even my skill level. Of course this is at their request. Clients have even begun asking for her now, rather than me. They call her "Mistress Cassie". She is truly remarkable to watch. She has become a Pro Dominatrix. 

Do you remember the fetish and spanking model, Miss Cassie? Often times referred to as Cassie Canes or The Huntress? She was an idol of mine when I was a younger girl, diddling myself to videos of her spanking men and sissies over her strict lap. And oh boy, she had a strict lap. Her canings were just savage! Her strappings were epic. 

The Huntress actually reminds me a lot of "my" Cassie. Oozing confidence and rarely breaking character or cracking a smile.

She had some great content back in the day. What a Goddess! 

Now it would seem that I have a Huntress of my own. I don't know where her clients are coming from, they're not clients of mine. Tinder maybe? Swipe up if you're male and want to become her bitch for the night? 

I guess there's never any shortage of ridiculous males out there, who find themselves in her talons and under her stiletto. All of their toxic machismo gets stripped away by her enchantment, eventually finding themselves in a bra and panties, sniveling and begging for mercy.

I asked Cassie if she would do the honours and blog about her "house-sitting", while Summer and I were in Paris. Unfortunately Cassandra is of a generation who communicate in emojis and TikTok dances, rather than written-word. It seems I'll have to regurgitate her exploits, on her behalf. 

I'm not sure what the name of her captive is, I suppose it doesn't matter. We can just call him, Sissy or Sissy Bitch. His tiny penis is locked in a tiny chastity cage, he's in a matching bra and panty set, I'd say that makes him her bitch. 

He's wearing a blindfold but doesn't know that there is lettering on the front of it. 

Toward the end of the session, Cassie made him pose in his bra and his panties, wearing the gag and the blindfold. She took pictures with his phone and set the above image as his lock-screen. Lol, what a weapon she is! 

Then, I think she spent the next few nights messaging him about how badly she wants to fuck him, but doesn't mention anything about unlocking his penis.

Accepting defeat, denial, frustration, and hoping to get a chance to fuck Mistress Cassie, the silly sissy will return for a session with her. It is then he will realize that wearing a pink blindfold that says "fuck me", will usually get you fucked at my Facility...haha. 

Oh is he ever fucked, indeed! 

Cassie won't do make-up or wigs like I do with my sissy bitches. I do full transformations. She on the other hand, wants him to still present as male. A male who happens to be in a sundress with knee socks and high heeled-sandals. She wants him to feel humiliated and ridiculous.

She'll pose her sissy bitch and photograph him...threatening to post the images if he doesn't suck dick. 

(Blackmail fantasy requested by the client. Yes it's a thing...) 

She'll remove his gag and hover her finger over the imaginary upload to social media button, until he finally begs for her cock. He's concerned about the image of him in a dress being out there for the world to see. 

Sure enough the veiny, realistic dick ends up in his heterosexual mouth. She makes him moan like a whore and pretend he's enjoying the blowjob, from the opposite side of things.

Nice head-bob, Sissy Bitch. 

 

Over to the bench for a good paddling and whipping now, where Cassie will critique his poor cock-sucking skills and punish him for it. 

Then into a cage to reflect on his punishment, reflect on the fact that he is in a dress and heels and to anticipate what he knows is coming next. Cassandra towers over him, stroking her girl-cock while his remains locked in a tiny chastity cage.

Cassie can safely leave him to reflect, with no hope of unlawful masturbation or escape from the room. Before she does however, she tells him he's going to be fucked in the ass when she returns, just like a bitch. Then she'll leave him for 45 to an hour, to hang on those final words. 

I told you she was a weapon, didn't I?

Turning men into her bitches since 2022! Haha

I'm proud of you Cassie. You have definitely earned the title of "Mistress". You're a Dominatrix now. 

I don't think your mother would approve. Lets just not tell her, what do you think? 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Home Sweet Home

   

 

   

  

  

Cum Junkies

Continued from: Pet Play

A while ago, Russell and I collaborated on a post and a punishment actually, of his slave-girl, Sarah Jane. During that particular session, we were calling her a "Cum Brat". She was belt-spanked and given some other emotionally humiliating punishments, because she was taking her orgasms for granted and over-indulging.

The Cum Brat

Women have the biological gift of being able to masturbate and cum repeatedly, back-to-back, with no negative effects or post-orgasmic slump. If women were firearms, their classification would be semi-automatic. 

Sarah Jane is very much like this. When she has been given permission to cum, all that she wants to do is orgasm a second time, and a third and so on. I'm the same way, Summer is...come to think of it, we all are!

From another post, this is Miss Julie below, having at herself after being age regressed and spanked at the retro farmhouse. Did she cap it off at just one cummy? I highly doubt it. She probably went semi-auto on herself while looking at her red bottom in the mirror. 

Cousins Punished Together

As I was reflecting on female versus male climax, it got me thinking about Locktober, and how us dominant women are actually helping the silly men in our lives from becoming junkies. 

Let me ES'plain...

My sissy boys have all told me that prior to being locked in 24/7, enforced chastity, they masturbated on a fairly regular basis. They reported however, that the moment of climax was bittersweet for them, due to the massive, post-orgasmic slump. 

Apparently their cycle of addiction, over years, would go something like this: 

The sissy or male submissive would feel his arousal building, day-after-day, waiting for the moment when he can get his fix. Pants off in front of the computer might work for now, as the silly male begins consuming large amounts of porn, all while pumping jizz from his cock.

Once he gets his fix, he feels the need for a stronger "hit" next time. As a result, the type of porn begins to evolve into more hardcore scenes, more sissy porn and femdom, or any other kinky fetish he has been harbouring.  

He may need to use some accessories this time, just to get more of a thrill. The silly boy plugs his asshole and gags his mouth, all while watching hardcore dungeon bdsm. 

This leads to a powerful, shuddering orgasm for him. It feels great but it's short-lived. He slumps quickly into the post-orgasmic mode and no longer wants a gag in his mouth or a plug up his ass. Basically, all that happened here was a junkie getting his fix.

Fast forward months, even years of living this cycle and now our silly male has to masturbate like this: 

Nipples clamped, cross-dressed, anally plugged and sucking on a dildo is the only way this junkie is satisfied with taking a "hit" now.

He might self-spank, he might have an online Domme by this point, telling him to perform this way for her, spank himself and degrade himself. Maybe he films his moment of climax for his Mistress, showing her how well he can take a facial. He holds his mouth open like a slut, trying to catch the flying streams of cum and swallows it all down like a good sissy. 

Shortly after this fix, ALL of this masturbation infrastructure will be cleaned up and put away. His sissy attire and heels will be removed, plugs, wigs...all of it. His post-orgasmic self wants nothing to do with looking like, or acting like a sissy slut.

Until...

He needs another fix.

It is at this point, or at this stage of their cycle, where they usually seek out a more real experience. It is at this stage when the silly boys come to see me, and pay for my services. If I had to assign a title to this, an identity, it would be submissive male, with sissy tendencies and a craving for deeper feminization, up to and including bi-curiosity. 

Anyone who has followed this blog and these stories will know that my very first move in fixing the addicted junkie, is cold turkey. Tamper-proof, highly secure, inescapable chastity cages. It may seem cruel, but the subby male actually wants to break his vicious cycle, or so he thinks. 

Go ahead sweetie...watch all the porn you want. Even when I'm not there to supervise I know he cannot conventionally masturbate. His keys are safe with me. I then go ahead and mark 14-days in my calendar. 

Fourteen days is my personal mantra as it relates to chastity and male orgasm denial. I won't even begin to consider training him, until I'm certain he has not had a conventional orgasm in that time. And with the cock cages I use, it is quite literally impossible. 

When I eventually show up, he will be overflowing with sexual energy, desire and submission. Almost too eager to serve and please, becoming needy and overwhelming. That being said, I'll cool his jets a little, by roasting his sissy ass over my knee. 

What does a male do, after they have cum inside you, lights off, in vanilla missionary? That's right, they roll over and fall asleep. Or...if you were a booty call, they dress quickly, get their shit and get outta there. 

With the denial in place, all of his sexual energy is no longer blasted into his hand, it's all directed at me!

"Oh, you want to put your tongue into my asshole? For an hour you say? That's sweet of you my sissy boy. Mistress likes when you fuck her bum with your mouth."

"I know you want me to unlock you so you can cum, sweetness...but the minute you do you'll want to take off all your girly lingerie, isn't that right?"

"Here, let's try this instead. Get it nice and wet for 'Mommy'."

"It's ok if you gag and wretch like that, men like that..."

"Should we try to milk a little cum out of your clitty, you must be so pent up for Mommy?"

"No, not this time sweetie, the cage stays on, it's a different kind of milking. If you take my cock, we'll talk about unlocking you in a few days, how does that sound, princess?" 

"Good guuuuuuurl!" 

Discipline, Dominance and Denial are the three pillars of female dominance. Denial, in my opinion, being the most important of the three, if done correctly. 

And by the looks of the above, I think I'm doing it correctly...

Now as for Russell, who I coerced into a full celebration of Locktober, is now approaching 25 days in the cage. Defeated, desperate and ready for release. But he still has no idea who is holding the key the his chastity device.

The girls have not been shy in putting his pent-up sexual energy to good use and teasing him relentlessly. 

Apparently it's a thing nowadays, to be a really cute and sexy gamer-girl? Then film yourself video-gaming? I dunno...

Both Summer and Cassie are into it. I guess it helps with the "other" content they create. 

I guess some new game recently came out called Starfield, that the two of them are right into. I guess the game is so massively expansive that you can spend hours exploring 1000 different planets or something? (Too involved for me. Give me my Contra or Double-Dragon). 

I watched Cassandra play it for at least two hours the other day. She made Russell massage her asshole with his tongue the ENTIRE time! His face essentially became her gaming chair. 

And Summer, during her gaming breaks, would ask Russell to peel her little socks off with his teeth, then massage her bare feet with his lips. 

Either one of them could be his keyholder. Disobedience to any of their requests could result in the keyholder adding additional time to his Locktober. He had no choice but to adhere to their orders. 

As for me, also a possible keyholder from his perspective...

I made sure he understood what female supremacy means, by maintaining his discipline when the girls were done with him. 

He had plenty of time to reflect on his current state of denial and submission to us women, while standing in the corner in his tightie-whities. 

Then it was over my knee for a little maintenance...

Have I mentioned this before? I love Locktober! 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Fourth Guest

  

 

The Stable Master

Continued from: Ponytail

A Sarah Jane story: The Stable Master

I was still freaking out and fixated on the line, "be brave." Which was the last thing Bella said to me before she left my training stall to await the arrival of Mistress Andrea. When Mistress eventually appeared, her immersion into the scene was incredible as always. She was such an arousing and intimidating figure, oozing with feminine power and sexuality. 

In her right hand she held a horse whip. Or a riding crop I guess it's commonly known. She also had a lunge whip, like this: 

My bare ass and hips were not looking forward to that vicious, thin strand of leather. Fuck, that whip had a bite to it when I eventually felt it kiss my bare thighs...but that came later on. First, I had to be accessorized. 

The tone in my stall was very formal and proper. Bella was addressing Mistress as "Madam Trainer". A Stable Master she was not...Stable Madam maybe? 

While they were basking in their old-English formalities, I didn't feel quite as elegant as the manner in which they were speaking. I felt far more degraded and dirty. Bare naked near a straw bale, in a makeshift farm-stall, with my tits dangling like a cow and drool bubbling from my mouth-bit. 

The situation got incredibly worse for me, when Mistress unraveled the garden hose and sprayed down my pussy and asshole. I screamed into my bit-gag from the shock of the water blast. It wasn't cold but it certainly wasn't warm water either, coming out of that hose-nozzle. 

Thankfully, Bella was close-by with a towel, to pat-dry my shamefully exposed bum hole and cunt. When the soft towel made contact I flinched. My mind was racing as I pulled against my restraints to try and free myself. Every sensation was heightened, my heart was pounding out of my chest and I was flinching and twitching with every touch, just like a pony.

Next I felt a big glob of cold lubricant, on the end of Mistress' finger that had just invaded my asshole. Her leather-gloved digit penetrated me with ease, but I still clenched immediately, squeezing her tightly. 

Right away Mistress noticed my squeezing, my futile attempt to repel the intruder from my anus. 

"Good guuuuuurl," she praised. Then she proceeded to clack her tongue against the roof of her mouth, as if she was calling a horse. 

*tutt* *tut* 

"Squeeze me again, that's it," she said. As she continued her mouth-clacking: *tutt-tut* *tutt-tut*

I clenched and squeezed her finger a second time...OMFG! 

I was trying to be brave, like Bella said, but the tears were coming. I've never felt so dirty and dehumanized in my entire life!! 

In my mind I was repeating "yellow", "yellow", "yellow", over and over again. I wanted to say it, to bring an end to this horror, but my naughty cunt didn't let me. My filthy whore of a cunt was loving this...and I hated her for it!  

Next came a moan, an audible confirmation of my arousal and lust. It was a whorish, guttural *groan* actually, that escaped my gagged mouth, as Bella seated the girthy tail-plug into my ass. 

I could feel my pussy pulsating, they were tremors of arousal as my clit ached for attention. Bella helped me down and out of my bondage and held me tight. I was trembling in her arms while Mistress used a hairbrush to brush out my actual ponytail. 

They helped me into thigh-high stockings, so my feet and legs would more easily glide into the elaborate boots. 

They weren't quite hoof-boots, which I have seen on the internet before. I was slightly relieved. Actual hooves, head-harnesses with ears and pulling a carriage around the lawn would have broken me. I would have safe-worded out of that level of humiliation. It didn't seem like Mistress Andrea's style, and I was glad when this was confirmed. 

My pony-boots were like a platform heel but without the heel, so they forced me onto tip-toe. I stood at attention before Madam Trainer and kept my head high and alert. The posture of the boots caused my entire core to tighten, my legs to flex and my hungry bum-hole to clench around the tail-plug. 

Every strand of soft leather had a buckle, every connecting point on my body had a padlock. My arms were trapped within a binder that kept them folded behind my back and above my bum. This served to thrust my tits forward while exposing my ass and hips for the sizzle of the whips. 

The elaborate ensemble was finally finished with two clamps on my nipples, each with a brass bell. As I hobbled around the stall in those dreadful boots, my tits would occasionally jingle and all the padlocks would clatter. My restrained and over-stimulated body was reacting in ways I couldn't explain. Aching with whorish arousal, sickened with humiliation and not knowing whether to cry or to beg Mistress to let me cum.

I half-expected that I was going to receive a whipping first, but much to the relief of my throbbing cunt, "Madam Trainer" decided to fuck me instead. Very simply, Bella started filming from the corner of the stall, Mistress attached reins to my bit-gag so my head was guided upwards, forcing me to look into the camera. Then she lifted my tail out of the way and plunged a strap-on into my pussy. 

The minutes that followed were an embarrassing symphony of guttural moans, muffled by my gag, the jingle of bells, and that shameful mixing of Kraft Dinner sound, emanating from my sloppy cunt.

I was experiencing a range of emotion and sensation that far exceeded anything I had endured at this Facility before. All of this felt like I was now operating at a different level of submission, more elite, if that makes sense? Like this whole journey of mine was still in the minor leagues, but today, I just made it to the majors...and this was only day ONE, of I don't know how many more to come, in the stalls!!

FUCK! What have I gotten myself into? 

As I sit here typing this for all of you and reflecting on how many times I just shamefully orgasmed and dripped onto that straw floor, my entire body feels like I spent six hours at the gym. 

Despite the body aches, my legs and ass feel tight and jacked! My core feels like I've done 1000 crunches. Who needs a gym membership? I'd rather be a pony slave! 

sarah jane xoxo

 

Continued in: When the Cat is Away...

     

 

 
 

  

 

 

Hall Passes

Continued from: I often envy submissives

It has been quite awhile since I have felt this submissive and vulnerable, especially in the presence of a woman. A beautiful, alluring, dominant woman. Once she got me into her bedroom I was knelt on loveseat, while Goddess Vanessa "accessorized" me. I was put into snug, red leather bondage cuffs and an equally snug ball gag. It's been years since I've been in a ball gag. I forgot how psychologically impactful it can be and the amount of drool it causes. 

Being the online feet and heels star that she is, I expected I would be required to worship her feet and footwear at length. She had me do a little, but not an excessive amount. I was instructed to kiss and lick her high heels first, after my gag was removed. That was humiliating. 

She eventually slipped her damp feet out of her heels so she could run her soles across my nose. 

The gentle friction of the nylon against my lips and nose was a lovely sensation and the subtle scents of her feet, leather and perfume was quite sexy! 

While I was still on the floor, on my back, she used a crop to target my breasts and nipples. Next came a flogger, that Goddess carefully lashed against my bound and presented pussy lips. She was gentle, she was not overly strict with me, although I was sporting some very nice whip marks on my bum, which she encouraged me to check out in the mirror. 

I was calling her Goddess and she was telling me what to do and how to do it, but it didn't feel like a serious D/s encounter. She was providing me with as much pleasure and stimulation as I was providing her. I don't even need to use my words for the rest of this, we simply had awesome sex for hours together! It was fantastic and Vanessa was truly a Goddess in the bedroom! Her poor chaste hubby is truly missing out.

Yes, a strap-on was eventually deployed. Used only by her. 

I was made to taste myself off the length and girth of her girl-cock...

Then she fucked me again. 

I had the pleasure of feeling her little asshole, squeeze my tongue while she contracted her muscles into a heavy orgasm. 

We 69'ed for awhile and both came in this position. 

Overall, it was a wild WILD night. I'm glad Summer suggested this hall pass agreement. 

I wonder how she's making out...

If you remember back to the stories: 

Cummy Brat

and

Dealing with a spoiled brat

Sarah Jane is actually being punished in the above animation. If you look closely you'll also notice she is still sporting some decent colour on her naughty bum. She got quite the spanking four days ago. Enough so that it left a lasting impression. 

And her punishment didn't end with that spanking and cornertime. She now found herself in a ring gag, locked into a chastity belt and secured to a bondage apparatus, while forced to watch Russell fuck my wife. 

He would occasionally give Summer a small break, removing his cock from her drenched pussy and placing it directly into Sarah's mouth for a "rinse off". 

Russell would fuck Sarah's throat for awhile, ensuring Summer's arousal was cleaned off his dick, all while listening to Sarah Jane wretch and gag. 

Then he turned his attention back to my little Summer, to give her the good hall-pass rogering that she had been craving. 

She came a few times while Russ was fucking her in various positions and differing levels of aggression. Russell eventually finished into Sarah's mouth, that was conveniently forced open by the ring gag. She performed one final humiliating cleansing of Summer's arousal from Russell's cock, before the scene was officially over. 

For poor Sarah Jane however, her punishment for being a spoiled cum-brat wasn't over. She had one final stage of dreadful humiliation. 

Summer had long-since left the two of them alone, content with her fill of dick for the time being. Sarah remained frustrated and denied, still in her chastity belt and shackled to the bed with a very secure panel gag in place. 

She looked at Russell, helpless and puzzled as he returned to her side with a fleshlight, and positioned it near the bed. 

Ohhhh GAWD! Sarah Jane! 

I know what he's gonna do! Oh fuck you're in for one hell of a humiliating punishment young lady!

As I suspected, Russ zip-tied the fleshlight to the metal frontage of her chastity belt, sitting right above where her real pussy trembled and soaked, housed in captivity.

Then Russell fucked it, while Sarah watched on in horror, screaming into the large ball of her panel gag. It was like she was being horribly tortured but wasn't being physically hurt. This was purely psychological torture, causing her to scream into the gag.  

Just like so: 

Russell jacked Sarah's legs onto his shoulders and fucked the daylights out of that fleshlight, eventually cumming deep inside it. 

As he pulled out and stood beside the bed, Sarah Jane desperately looked in his direction. Her eyes pleading with him to say something. 

"Are you sorry for being a spoiled little brat?" 

Tears rolled down her temples as she made a muffled noise and nodded her head in the affirmative. 

Age regressed and humiliated. Shamed in the timeout corner for others to see. Severely spanked and belt-strapped, cuckqueaned by Summer and Russ and finally THIS! The fleshlight move! WTF! 

Russell smiled at her vulnerable state and said the words she had been waiting for. 

"Daddy forgives you little one. Let's not have to discuss this again."

And she was left as is, bound and gagged with her pussy throbbing like crazy from within the metal screening of the belt. She was left to quietly reflect on her punishment and the forgiveness that followed.

I must say, across town, I was a little more content and comfortable than poor Sarah. Snuggled into Vanessa with her cum still coating me like lip gloss. 

"Thank you Goddess." I seductively purred to her. 

"That was amazing." She sighed back to me. 

"Hey...where's your husband by-the-way?" I queried. I had a moment of sudden realization and embarrassment. We were pretty loud, I was really loud. Was her hubby in a room down the hall during all of this, dick in a metal cage and listening?! 

"Oh Derek?" She chirped up. "I dolled him up like a sissy slut and sent him to Anthony's for the night. He better be putting out like a good girl, if he knows what's good for him!" She jingled the chastity cage key she wore on her necklace. 

*sigh*

Jesus, Vanessa. What a Goddess! 💖

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: A Score to Settle