Sports Betting

Continued from: Feet Lovers

[F/f] [spanking] [humiliation] [lezdom]

So the girls went on record and officially picked their teams for the Super Bowl last night, a game that before it started, could have gone either way. 

Patrick and the Chiefs probably represented the safe bet, while Jaylen and the Eagles could have been perceived as more of the gamble. 

As for me. I got to sit this one out, as my team are the New Orleans Saints. Black and gold...was there ever any question, it totally suits me! 

And, as many of you know who have read my blog in its entirety, New Orleans holds a special place in my heart. 

One of the nice features about living in Canada and being an NFL fan, is that we're not geographically bound to root for a home team. You can essentially just pick any team to become "my team". So the Saints have always been my jam. 

Alas, no black and gold to cheer for this year, and I certainly wasn't going to pick Taylor Swift's boyfriend's team. Hey, if we become the 51st state do we get an NFL team? The Toronto polar bears or something? That could be a perk to Trump's insanity...we get a home team to cheer for. 

There was talk once, about Canada getting a NFL team. I'm glad we didn't because we likely would have dicked it up. Having been to a tailgate before (Buffalo Bills), it is truly about the atmosphere and electricity of game day, the people, food and friends to enjoy the experience with. 

We still have laws pertaining to alcohol that date back to the prohibition era. People would complain about noise or traffic. There would likely be rules surrounding cooking in the parking lot, or that would be outlawed all together, so concession food has a monopoly. A tailgate would become a "beer gardens" to the tune of $12.99 for a can of beer. 

Yep, we would have dicked this up royally. Don't believe me, take a family of four to a Toronto Maple Leafs game, you'll be in for a thousand dollar night. 

Anyway...rant over. 

I ended up going with the Eagles, as the girls literally got into slutty cheerleader outfits with matching CFM boots. (Oooo, there's an old-school term!) 

Just as the kickoff was about to go down, Russ and I could hear them giggling and commiserating on the floor in front of us. They had apparently placed a wager on the game. The winning girl gets to spank the losing girl, followed by anal punishment. 

They asked us for permission to lay down this bet. Russell and I clarified with them, what exactly anal punishment consisted of. I guess the winner will get to strap-on bang the losing girl, in the butt. *Sigh, oh girls! That one was totally Sarah Jane's idea, I could tell, she's such a little butt-slut. 

With the stakes clearly laid out, the girls continued to giggle as they shook on it and hugged, sealing their fate with the bookies (Russell and I).  

By halftime, with a score of 24-0, our little Sarah Jane started to get quiet as Russ and I watched on in amusement. By the end of the game with the Eagles putting up 40 points to Mahommes' 22, Sarah Jane removed her panties and quietly walked to the corner to await her fate. 

At least she was a good sport about it! Certainly not a sore loser…yet! 

Russell and I watched from the opposing sofa as Summer took Sarah over her knee, lifted her adorable cheer skirt and went to town on her porcelain bare bum. Half way through the spanking I went to retrieve the "punishment" strap-on and some lubricant. We keep a special, more robust strap-on dildo for moments such as these, when "anal punishment" is necessary. 

Summer faced Sarah into the corner after her spanking, positioning her on all fours, starring ahead at the blank wall in shame and embarrassment. 

With a generous amount of lubricant, Summer saw to her task with a punishing enthusiasm, pounding her hips into poor Sarah's spanked bottom. The room was filled with Sarah's grunting, as she struggled to take her punishment. Each grunt was met with a sharp slap from Summer, telling her to be quiet and take it. 

We all slept in the same bed last night, all nestled in various positions of intimacy, Sarah Jane's spanked and ravaged ass, nuzzled against Russell's locked-up penis. 

"Sorry you lost," I heard him whisper to Sarah. 

"It was still a win in my books," she replied with a giggle from both her and Summer. 

What a pair, these two! Total butt sluts! 

Maybe next year, I'll enter the mix with a bet of my own. Maybe Russell and I should square off with a bet? One that could land me over Daddy's knee. Should I start shopping for my own cheer uniform? 

Hehe

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Heavenly Hash

Continued from: Don't try this at home!

Would you let me abduct you, tie you up and have my way with you? Bound to a chair, bare naked, with my panties in your mouth to keep you quiet? 

I'm sure you'd struggle and fight and cry out, "no please Ma'am, don't force me to lick your gorgeous pussy, I don't wanna!"

Ya ok...you'd have it so bad it would seem. Please! ;) 

Well, my very special client Nancy, didn't have to "let" me do anything, she actually asked for it, amidst this marathon of a scene. 

Thus far, Nancy had been placed in a thirty-minute timeout alongside a sissy slave. She was paddled and caned in front of others in a classroom setting, with her knickers pooled around her ankles and dressed head-to-toe like a schoolgirl. She was sent to the Principal's office after this, where she was spanked over-the-knee and paddled again. Once her tears dried she was made to clean the gym supply room, which only led to her being blackmailed by the creepy Coach and "forced" to suck his cock. 

When her school day finally finished, she was on her way to catch the make-believe bus and head home, but was abducted at knife-point by a pair of sadistic freaks. 

These two savage animals, now had her captive in some creepy basement, blindfolded, gagged and terrified.  

The two captors would leave her in silence, unable to see but forced to listen to the running of a furnace or the dripping of old pipes. 

They would return and randomly re-position her, all while groping at her tits, grabbing her ass and pussy and whipping at her with canes and floggers. 

The two captors had a script that was all designed for Nancy's benefit. They would argue in front of her, fighting over who gets to fuck her first.

They even went so far as to drag her around the room by her hair, whipping her bare legs in the process and dehumanizing her by making her eat from a pet's bowl. 

"If you end up seeing my face, or my partner's face, you'll never leave this basement, slut!" I barked at her, struggling to remain in the role she wants me in. (It's sooooo not me. At ALL, but she's a paying for me to act this way).

As you know, all of this is just an illusion, a fantasy that Nancy wished to play out. Her level of arousal was incredible! When my partner-in-crime and I got her up and shackled to the bed, to cut her cheer uniform off her body, I could see the proof of her arousal on the gusset of her delicate panties. They were absolutely soaked!

This phase of random beatings, dehumanizing and degradation was just to soften her up and allow her to enter a headspace where she believes this is all being done against her will. 

When we finally began to sexually "assault" her, she wasn't struggling or fighting with us at all. She moaned through her gag when she was in one, and eagerly embraced our cocks.

The stunt-cock I was using for this elaborate session was actually Branson, the Principal. Hehe! 

He had a lot more sexual longevity since he blasted a load into Kaylee's mouth. Nancy was likely in for some serious fucking and sucking. 

I threw on a stunt cock too, my trusty strap-on, so we could treat her to some spit roasting. 

We used a system of suspended reality or accelerated timings. We wanted Nancy to feel that she has been captive in this space for several days. We would fuck her for a bit, "force" her to suck cock and clean herself off the dicks that had just been inside her, then cage her up and leave her. 

Branson and I would return like 10 minutes later, speaking as though hours had gone by or that it was evening now. 

Nancy admitted to me during our session debrief and aftercare, that she would secretly masturbate and cum when we caged her up. Haha! What a naughty little sprite! 

My fault for not cuffing her wrists behind her back. Oh well, I'm glad she enjoyed all of this. 

We did about three cycles of to the cage and from the cage, with aggressive and rough sex in between. 

This was probably the most wild BDSM scene I've ever been involved with, and I do this for a living! 

We finished the scene in somewhat of a surprising manner. I mean, it wasn't scripted ahead of time. Branson was under orders that when he cums, it would bring an end to the session. So I told him to hold-out as long as he can. 

At some point during our third cycle of dragging Nancy out of her cage, Branson orgasmed his huge load of cum, directly onto my asshole. 

Then the stud grabbed Nancy's head and rubbed her nose in it, eventually removing her gag and making her lap it all up!

Wow. No more kid's table with those big-boy moves. Well done Branson! 

I got the added bonus of feeling Nancy's lovey tongue on my asshole. I ended up turning over while my partner-in-crime "forced" her mouth onto my pussy. She brought me to two amazing orgasms. 

I found out later this was her first time ever licking a pussy. Girls just know how to do it better! It comes naturally. 

She had me toe-curling in no time. 

As we were in the midst of seeing her out, those feel-good and fight or flight chemicals were still surging through her body. She was giddy, uplifted and very appreciative of all the work that went into her session. 

I almost felt like the entire cast and crew of this hot mess, should all come out and take a bow, maybe get handed a bouquet of roses.  

As the door opened Nancy stood at the threshold, just staring out into the "normal" world. She sighed. I knew what she was thinking...

"It's difficult to enjoy vanilla when you've had a taste of heavenly hash, isn't it sweetheart?" I cooed to her as she left. 

She turned back to me and smiled, while blowing me a kiss. 

Do not attempt heavenly hash play if, one, you have a peanut allergy, or two, you haven't established a safeword! ;) 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Foodie Porn

 

Don't try this at home!

Continued from: Making out behind the bleachers

Kaylee had a reluctant and nervous look on his face, when Principal Branson went up his skirt to probe around for the surprise beneath. 

Branson's firm hands soon found a silky-smooth pair of testicles, slightly squeezed and presented by the metal ring at the base of the scrotum. His hand then moved to stroke and fondle the metal bars that housed Kaylee's penis. 

All he could do was whimper and blush, aroused yet horrified, ashamed yet electrified with butterflies.

Meanwhile, in the gymnasium equipment room, Coach Cooper had just produced his erect cock, right into the field of view of poor Nancy. 

Nancy was playing the character of a pure and virginal schoolgirl, speaking in the tone and cadence, reminiscent of Judy Garland from the Wizard of Oz. She was currently being blackmailed by the creepy Coach and she promised to do anything he asks of her. 

Upstairs was far more barbaric, Principal Branson simply threatened to paddle Kaylee's bare bum again, if he didn't get down on his knees and open his mouth. 

The poor spanked girls, both had mouthfuls of cock, all wrapped up in their Sunday school, consensual non-consent scenes. 

Kaylee took a full load of the Principal's cum, into his mouth and onto his face, all while his little cocklette remained locked up. Nancy was doing her finest to have a similar experience. 

Branson came to get me to advise me that this particular leg of the session was over. I went into my office to collect Kaylee, we debriefed and did some aftercare together, before he was taken upstairs to his room. 

The sissy bedroom in the new Facility is more like a cell now, with a locking cell door. It's across the hall from my bedroom and the cell door allows for any occupant of the room, to be forced to listen to what Summer and I get up to at bedtimes and in the mornings. 👿

Kaylee will be staying the night in his sissy cell, but right now he was left just sitting on the edge of his bed with cum on his face, likely wondering how he let himself get this far down the rabbit hole.

 As the pink cell door shut and locked, I wondered how Nancy was making out. 

"Such a good girl", the Coach purred out, in his creepiest voice ever, before ropes of hot cum, spasmed into the back of Nancy's throat. 

The Coach got outta there quickly, he didn't want to be caught, leaving Nancy in a degraded and ashamed pile on the floor. 

I was getting dressed and into character for the final leg of this scene, I sent Summer into the locker room to check on Nancy.

"No safewords, all smiles, full steam ahead!" Is what Summer reported back to me when she came to find me upstairs. Then she just shook her head and said: 

"Oh Andrea, your friggen outfit!!"

She burst out laughing. 

"I told Nancy to head back to the area with the bleachers to wait for her school bus", Summer finally said to me. 

Don't try this at home! Don't let the neighbours see. The knife was realistic but plastic btw. 

Nancy never made it to the bus...

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Heavenly Hash