The BDSM Spectrum - According to Mistress Andrea

Continued from: I let Katrina Domme me, sort of

I have never found an image on the interwebs, that more accurately depicts my take on the BDSM spectrum, than this one:

I see naughty vs. nice here, I see ying and yang, fire and ice, the need for both pleasure and pain, name your cliché. I see the balance required, for BDSM dynamics to work. The need to be whipped on the left, and the cuddles of aftercare on the right. 

It's a beautiful image. A close second place, of similar concept would be:

Yet, this is MY style and MY interpretation of BDSM, according to Mistress Andrea. It's not backed by any empirical evidence or research of any kind. This is merely my opinion, based on my own experiences. 

I rely heavily on outfits and settings in my scenes. I find that the participants have a much deeper and more rich experience, when attention to detail is closely adhered to. Submissives can immerse themselves into their role much easier, and achieve that escape they are craving. Dominants can get into their groove much easier too, pushing the limits of their subs with less inhibitions. 

I have a difficult time picturing a kink couple, floating around in the vanilla world, wearing their Levi 501's and deciding to bust out the flogger and ball gags on a whim, in their current attire in their vanilla bedroom.

Perhaps that's what spontaneity is? I don't know. I need more of a plan, more of a script and a need to know where I am playing within the spectrum. 

Once again, this spectrum I speak of is according to me. 

Bella Goth, during her recent session, experienced one of these poles for the first time. She's an adult woman, mother and executive and I had her dressed like a little girl, spanked her and later put her in an adult diaper. The beginnings of that 3-part story can be found here: Bella's Age Regression Kink

This was so humiliating for the poor thing. So much so that she was soaked and had an orgasm, figure that one out.

Let's call this kink of hers, the extreme right. It's ddlg, mdlg, adbl, diaper use, age play, humiliation and for males, sissy slavery and forced feminization. 

On the other end of the spectrum, the extreme left we'll call it, I associate with pony play. Have you ever come across it on the interwebs? 

Elaborate leather body-harnesses, high-heeled boots, gags and plugs. The slaves' look so sharp and well trained, that it makes me think it's the absolute apex you can achieve, as a submissive. 

Their movements and behaviour is almost cocky and proud. That's how switched on they are. Something for a new submissive to aspire to be? Who knows. This is just my take on things, I find pony slavery to be elegantly beautiful and artistic. Your slave has "made it to the show", if they are at this level, and they should be extremely proud of it. 

However, therein lies the horrible and wonderful predicament of a submissive. Both ends of my spectrum are degrading, embarrassing and dreadfully humiliating. Yet we all know what humiliation does to a submissive. It traps them in the vicious cycle I want them in. 

So we have polar left, and polar right, as described above, lets not forget all the goodness in between those poles. This is where you find the rope bondage, the schoolgirl attire, nurses uniforms and enemas. This is where all the other uniforms and fantasies and BDSM activities reside. 

I enjoy playing on both poles of the spectrum and everything in between.

Why is all of this important right now? 

I thought I would explain it first, as I am going to take Bella to the polar left, on her next session. She's going to be a prancing pony slave for me! My goal with her was to show her one extreme, then show her the other, before we do everything else, in between.

Now I just need to find a BDSM barn / country setting. 

Stay tuned. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

Continued in: Bella's Pony Play  

 

Darwinist Domination

Continued from: Domina Debut

Any pathetic male who willingly requests my services, knows very early on that they can kiss their orgasms goodbye. Conventional orgasms with their penis that is. 

Ladies, in a vanilla relationship, after your two minutes of penetrative sex with no release for you and your man cums inside you, what does he do next? 

Gets the eff outta there or falls asleep. Am I right? 

Nature is fighting against you. He's just spread his seed to reproduce the population and now, like an ape, he's not interested in you anymore. He needs to go find another receptacle for his seed or falls into that post-orgasmic slump.

Control when and how he cums, deny him orgasm or better yet, get yourself an inescapable chastity device like I use with all my silly male clients.

Don't even begin "training" him, until he's been locked up for 14 days, minimum! You can tease the fuck out of him, maybe give him your asshole or feet, but nothing more. 

You'll begin to see changes in his attentiveness, attitude and behaviour. More pleasant, more helpful around the house and more willing to dote on you. All this will go away the moment he has hand-sex.

You're down on the couch watching your Hallmark Christmas movies on the W-Channel, and he's "gone to bed early", so he can jerk off to my blog and images of me. So take away his ability to masturbate.

After 14 days you're making him go down on you daily, after 30 he's licking your asshole while you use a vibrator and by day 60, you've got him in panties under his business attire and he's begging for your strap-on. 

Such is the peril of poor Kyle here, as I helped Mistress Summer to debut as my well-trained Dominatrix.

 

This is a heterosexual male. Yet he has a realistic dildo in his mouth while he jerks off another. How is this possible? 

Well, he took a pretty good beating and begged to be raped by Summer and I, but to understand the true underpinnings of this emasculating submission, go back to the start of this post and read it through again. 

How humiliating! He thinks if he does a good job for Summer and I, I might unlock his caged penis. I might...but he hasn't taken enough dick yet. 

I asked Summer if she was ready to fuck. A term that had new meaning for her. This was the first time she had ever tried dungeon Dominatrix play.

She did not disappoint!

Look at my little sniper in action!

We finished off poor Kyle with a doggy, spit-roast. Can you believe he's paying $900 for this?! Cripes. 

What was it again? 67 days in his cock cage, with no cumming, limited erections and no masturbation? I wondered if his penis would even work anymore? 

I thought we'd better find out. Summer and I took him to my bedroom and I unlocked his penis. We set him up in a position where he could give himself a facial. 

When I DO allow an unlocking, the orgasm always has to be humiliating and shameful. 

Summer and I encouraged him to masturbate and cum onto his face and into his open mouth. It was dreadfully humiliating!

I wasted no time in getting him locked back up, while his spooge dripped from his face and lips. 

Summer and I celebrated with a kiss. I told her she did fantastic. Her response: 

"I fuckin' love this, Ma'am!!" 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Bella's Age Regression Kink

 

 

 

Domina Debut

 Continued from the storyline of: Monday Maintenance Spanking

"Are you ready to do this babygirl?" I softly spoke to Summer. 

"Absolutely Mistress!" She replied, with profound confidence. 

"You have trained me well Ma'am".

"God we look hot!" She added. 

I had arranged a dungeon session with a male client of mine named Kyle who is a bona fide masochist. 

This was going to be Summer's debut on the other side of the whip. We were helping each other get kitted-up in my room and admiring the finished product in a mirror. 

"Kyle, when he's not gagged with my panties, calls me Goddess Andrea, so for today, you'll be Mistress Summer, ok?" I said to her.

Summer laughed over the panties comment. "I like the sound of that Ma'am". 

"Mistress Summer", she said aloud and chuckled.  

"Alright, let's do this", Summer excitingly declared. 

My receptionist Cassandra, had received Kyle into my facility about an hour ago. As per my instructions, she had him shackled up down in the dungeon, inside the locked cell (you can read more on my receptionist here: Cassandra Goth).

Blindfolded and gagged, Kyle's remaining senses would become more heightened, especially since he has been in captivity like this for almost an hour. 

He would hear one set of heel clicks, then a second set. I watched as his breathing intensified, all while bubbling drool from around the red ball. As we moved in closer, he would now be nosing our perfume, the closest scent associated to memory. His heart would be pounding, his body would be trembling. 

We let him suffer the anticipation for a few moments, fearing the unknown and the unseen. Summer finally started us off by not stepping in, but plunging in to her role.  

"Who's this piece of shit?" She asked me. 

I had to cover my mouth to hold back a giggle fit. God damn she's unpredictably adorable sometimes.  

"This is my slave boy Kyle, Mistress Summer, but feel free to call him whatever you want. 'Pet, 'slave', or as you put it, a second ago". I told her as I almost broke character into a laugh. 

 "Should Mistress Summer unlock your cell and release you Slave?" I called out to him. 

All Kyle could do was nod his head in the affirmative. 

"You know if she does that, she's probably going to beat you, then we're both going to rape you?" I stated very bluntly. 

(Kyle of course, is here under his own will and has a safeword that would stop any and all activity immediately. He gets off on the consensual non-consent play, and the feelings of being forced against his will. Summer gets off on this too as a submissive, she understands).

Summer did the honours, also removing his gag and blindfold so he could see for the first time, his beautiful peril.

"Pet, this is Mistress Summer. Greet her properly", I ordered. 

He licked and kissed at her boots like a good puppy dog should. 

"How long have you had his dick locked up, when was his last orgasm?" Summer asked me. 

Summer rolled him over with the toe of her stiletto boots to inspect his chastity cage. 

I actually didn't know, I called Cassie at reception and asked her to bring his file down. This will be dreadfully humiliating for Kyle, having three beautiful women talking about his locked-up penis and orgasm denial. 

Cassandra made her way down, armed with the information that I had asked her for. This was not in the session plan, but a nice way to embarrass and emasculate Kyle.

"Cassie huni, when was the last time I removed this pet's chastity cage and milked his penis?" 

"Ummm, 67 days ago Ma'am", Cassandra replied. 

Kyle whimpered in shame, while Summer purred out in delight, "that's hot". 

"Oh Cassandra, meet Mistress Summer", I gestured to her.

In true Summer manner, bubbly and Air Stewardess-friendly, she stopped everything she was doing to greet and hug Cassie. 

"So you're Cassandra. Wow you're gorgeous!" Summer said. "I've heard a lot about you."

"I've heard lots about you too Ma'am, and thank you, you're quite the little dish also", Cassandra replied. 

"From what I understand, I hear I need to see you dance some day?" Summer asked. 

Cassandra blushed deeply. 

"Ummm, Monday's at noon!" Cassie chirped out in a somewhat embarrassed manner, but turned to wink at me, before she went back upstairs. 

"Now back to this pathetic loser", Summer said. 

"You're going to suffer for me, before Goddess Andrea ever considers releasing that puny cock of yours". She continued. 

Summer and I took turns whipping Kyle. She used a lovely riding crop while I used my vicious, Lexan cane. 

He was definitely suffering for us at this point. When we concluded his whipping, we flipped him around on the cross and re-bound him. I guided Summer's head as she sucked the metal rungs of his cock cage. 

Kyle's erection grew strong, tugging at the metal base ring around his balls. The pressure, pulling against his sac, creates a great deal of discomfort. 

What horrible, horrible torture for him!

We gave his caged cock a rest and thought we'd try some tactics to make his erection go away. I'm sure he'd enjoy the relief of a limp penis in that metal cage, rather than a raging boner. 

But he's not going to like the means we chose, of making him limp.  

We brought him to the Medieval side of the dungeon space, on a heavy bondage rack. We gagged and blindfolded him as Summer began to stroke her riding crop against the soles of his feet. 

Kyle whimpered and pleaded through his gag. With his ankles in stocks, he knew what was coming. 

Bastinado, as it's known to the gourmet BDSM players, Falaka for our Turkish friends...

Summer whipped the soles of Kyle's feet until his erection was completely gone, perhaps even turtled into his scrotum. What a dreadful predicament this poor slave was in, and it was about to get worse!

"More of the feet, or would you like to be raped now?" Summer bluntly asked him. 

I already knew the answer and began heading over to get strap-ons for both Summer and I. Kyle was ugly-crying and trying to answer Summer. 

He managed to blabber out: 

"Please Mistress Summer, no more. Please rape me Mistress, I'm begging you!" 

"Spit-roasting, I think it's called Goddess Andrea?" Summer asked. 

"That's right Mistress Summer", I replied. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Darwinist Domination