Sunday Maintenance Ritual

Continued from: A quiet night in

Sissy Kaylee got everything he politely asked for, when Summer returned with two reasonably girthy strap-ons. After Summer and I had finished our special playtime with each other, Kaylee knew he was in for a horribly emasculating spit-roast. 

It's beautiful to hear him moan and gasp onto the cock that Summer had in his mouth, when I entered his little boi pussy from behind. 

His little clit remained limp inside the metal bars of his chastity cage, as the odd wisp of pre-cum dribbled from the tip of his penis. Kaylee doesn't get hard anymore, he gets wet, just like a girl! I absolutely love it. We frequently find girly wet stains in his panties and have even started making him use pads, if his pre-cum flow is especially heavy from one month to the next. 

He's so far down the rabbit hole we might as well try tampons next, up his little backdoor for a few days each month.  

After we had our fun with Kaylee, I asked Summer to take him upstairs and put him down for bed. Despite our best efforts with the strap-on, Kaylee never achieved a sissygasm from his assfucking. He would have to go to bed denied and horny unfortunately. 

Much like many of the rituals I like to use at my Facility, a sissy being "put-down" for bed also comes with its own routine. Summer would first help him out of his maid attire, then select a babydoll or teddy, sheer lingerie number for him to sleep in. This would be paired with matching panties and usually thin ankle socks with ruffles or lace. 

Summer would then give him a caring but sound spanking over her knee, while Kaylee's body is supported by his princess bed. 

Two splotches of Johnson & Johnson, pink baby lotion goes onto his bare bum cheeks next, which Summer will massage in, while cooing and humming to him. Then she will tuck him beneath the sheets, kiss his forehead and lock the pink cell door. This is where Kaylee stays until morning, usually only leaving his bed to use the potty or walk off a nocturnal erection in his cock cage. 

Quite the lifestyle this sissy has chosen for himself. Feminized, frustrated and in tears frequently. He spends most of the day Sunday in his sissy cell, so he cannot see or hear Summer receiving her maintenance spanking. He is usually let out late in the afternoon for another round of cleaning and chores and by evening, he heads home, still in his chastity cage, to prepare for his vanilla work week.

Sunday's for Summer go much differently. The ritual begins with me giving her a hot, soothing bath. After her bath she dresses in the outfit I have laid out for her, she does her hair very childish and her make-up like that of a doll. She spends all morning dressed like a ridiculous little girl.

My attire on Sunday mornings, we refer to as the "Costco Mom", which is the way Summer wants it. Jeans or yoga pants, a sensible top, sometimes a dress and boots. We haven't actually gone to Costco with her dressed like this but sometimes, before her spanking on a Sunday, I will take her out in public for some humiliation. We usually go to the park or through a drive-thru, the odd person will notice she's a full grown woman, then see the contrast in the way I am dressed compared to her.  

By the time we get home after these outings, Summer is extremely vulnerable and more than ready to go over "Mommy's" lap, to wipe her slate clean from the week prior and prepare to focus on the week ahead. 

Around noon on this particular Sunday, I quietly led her to the corner and informed her that it was time to begin. She immediately started to well-up, deeply absorbed into her role and headspace. Summer spends thirty minutes in timeout, anticipating her upcoming spanking. 

When her timer is up, I gently and caringly call her from the corner. She walks directly to my right side, while I am seated in an armless chair from the dining room. Without being prompted, she pulls her panties down to her ankles, raises her skirt and drapes herself across my lap. 

Regardless of what type of "little girl" attire I have her in for Sunday maintenance, her panties are always a style like this: 

They are always childishly patterned, big, full-bottomed, cotton panties. They fit her tightly but are large and frumpy, Summer absolutely hates them and they humiliate her deeply. Panties like this reinforce the fact that Summer's Sunday spanking is not sexual, in the moment, it's not playful or fun. It is meant to be thorough, memorable and embarrassing. Also, this is one of the reasons I administer her spanking in the living room where it's nice and bright, with the blinds open. 

Summer reddened up very nicely with just my hand, but this was only her warm-up. She had a long way to go yet. This is what she has asked for, pleaded with me for, and this is exactly what she needs to centre and ground her. 

After finishing off with the wooden hairbrush, Summer was a bawling mess. Crying out "I'm sorry Mommy, I'll do better," and anything else that made sense to her to say. This wasn't even a punishment spanking, for any particular reason. Sometimes she just needs to say "I'm sorry Mommy," even if that language doesn't fit the setting. 

She was permitted a brief moment of rubbing the nasty brush strokes away, before it was off to the corner to finish up the rest of her tears. 

A timer was once again set for thirty minutes, without fail. This was part of her Sunday ritual and she knew it. Half-hour before her spanking and a half-hour after. Someone do the math for me. If Summer lived for another sixty years and we maintained this ritual every Sunday, how many days of her life would have been spent with her nose in the timeout corner? 

I grabbed my tea to re-heat it in the microwave, once Summer was all positioned in the corner. 

"Worship, in thirty minutes young lady," I called out to her. 

"Yes Mommy," she replied through her sniffles. 

 Worship. Also a Sunday ritual. What does that mean? Stay tuned to find out. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: Thanking after Spanking

A quiet night in

Continued from: All three holes

I look forward to Saturday nights. Unless Summer and I are hosting some manner of upper floor party, it's typically just the two of us. Sometimes a sissy slave is present, mincing around in heels with their bum plugged. Summer is usually extra cuddly and extra subby, as she knows Sunday is her maintenance spanking day. On the eve of her maintenance, she's usually well behaved and less sassy. 

Much easier to grope and play with on Saturday nights. Ha!

It had been a long week with much activity at the Facility. Sarah and Russ spent quite a bit of time here yesterday, before heading out. As written by Sarah in the last few posts, she and Russell got along quite well together, before wrapping things up and going their separate ways. 

Russ was brilliant with her. Simply stating, "until we meet again," as he departed. This left poor Sarah to wonder if she was his now, an owned slave, did she perform okay for him, would they have another session? I'm quite certain if I know Russ, he'll continue her training over text and work out all his rules and expectations of her, then have another session. 

Sissy Kaylee showed up late Friday, to stay the weekend. He was put into a sheer babydoll and panties, before I locked him into the princess bedroom for the night. By morning he showered, did his own hair and makeup and reported for duty in the maid-attire I had laid out for him. 

Summer and I spent most of the day outside as Kaylee completed his list of chores for us. Hand-washed delicates, polished heels, clean floors and windows, these were just a few items on Kaylee's list. The odd time he would come find us with pout on his face, asking if his anal plug could be re-lubricated. 

He wasn't wrong in asking and of course we allowed it. Prolonged use of an anal plug requires several re-lubings so it stays comfortable. As comfortable as an ass plug can be, that is. 😈

As the sun was setting, Summer joined me on the couch and we snuggled in to start a movie. 

I set up a training dick for Kaylee so when he wasn't serving us and was idle, he could at least wait with a realistic cock in his mouth or practice some fellatio.

Dreadfully, white-noise humiliating, but with his "clit" locked up he didn't have much choice in the matter. 

Of course while Kaylee was emasculated in the corner, with a dildo in his mouth, Summer and I had to remind him exactly what he can never have. 

Kaylee couldn't see but he could definitely hear. Between his loud wretches and gags on the cock, were Summer's cries and pleas of ecstasy, begging out loud for permission to cum. 

She was granted permission several times! She was so finger-licking delicious I couldn't help myself but to allow her orgasm. Plus, this gets some of her pent-up sexual energy released, before her maintenance spanking tomorrow. 

Equally as delicious, is ME! And now it was my turn to enjoy a hot, wet little mouth that is insatiable for my pussy and ass. 

Poor Kaylee got quite the earful as he continued to work that cock and practice his technique. The odd time Summer or I would call over to him, and remind him to kiss and lick the balls too. 

As Summer and I wrapped things up I called out to Kaylee and reminded him about that time he was fucked by the pilot, on my wedding night. 

"Would you like us to call him back for you sissy? So you can pleasure a real cock and take some dick again?" I teased. 

I didn't allow him time to remove the dick from his mouth to answer. 

"Or would you like Summer and I to fuck you before bedtime instead?" 

Kaylee removed the cock from his mouth and turned to face me, submissively. 

"May I please have your strap-on Goddess, and your strap-on please Mistress?" He politely asked us, while using our official titles. 

"What do you think Babygirl?" I purred to Summer. "Are you up for a spit-roast?" 

She giggled out loud as she always does... 

"Fuck yes I am!" she chirped. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Sunday Maintenance Ritual

The Journal

Continued from: Once a Submissive

The last time Russ and I spent any longer than ten minutes together, I think I was riding his face while he was bound to my headboard.

Gawd, we were so young back then. 

When I sent out that Hail Mary text message to him, completely out of the blue, almost instantly he responded.

"Yes Goddess Andrea?"

I missed hearing that escape his lips in moments of desperation and under duress. There was always a sexy, slightly raspy hitch in his whiskey-soaked voice.

After exchanging pleasantries, I told him he didn't have to call me that. 

"Nonsense Goddess, you earned this title long ago. You deserve the very best of what that title comes with."

Leave it to Russell to have me completely melted and swooning, in a matter of five text messages.

I got right to the point and told him why I was reaching out and asked whether or not he was in a position in his life or in his sexuality, where he would consider taking on a female submissive.

"She needs the old you, the person you were when you and I first met, then turn that dial up to maximum." I messaged him. 

He was definitely interested. We agreed to meet for coffee the next day. What I didn't tell him, was that I invited Sarah also, just an hour later than he and I planned to meet. He and I needed time to catch up.

He was as I remembered, only aged to perfection a little. His chestnut eyes were gleaming for me as I ran my fingernails through the flank of his hair.

"Oh I like this," I purred to him. Commenting on the salt and pep he was now sporting in the flanks. 

"Thank you Ma'am, you haven't aged a bit." He replied, while gazing into my eyes longingly. 

He makes me blush, he always has. I couldn't help but giggle to hide the raging butterflies that snuck up on me when I saw Russ. 

Russell was a bit shocked when I told him I was married to a woman. He must have been thinking back to the marathon BDSM afternoons we used to have together, questioning my commitment to lesbianism. Alas, these are all just titles. No one needs to be pigeon-holed into a title, I'd still fuck Russ if Summer was cool with it. 

I told him Sarah was coming to meet him for the first time today. He was calm, cool and collected as always. She on the other hand, seemed a bit speechless. Russell is no supermodel but he's certainly a handsome man. I think Sarah had a little crush going already.  

Much to Sarah's surprise, we didn't say a single thing about BDSM or her desire to be a submissive, sex-slave. Russell and I worked this out beforehand. I wanted her to see who he really was, not a role he might end up playing with her. 

The only time he even came close, was a quasi compliment about her hosiery and heels. 

"Stockings or pantyhose?" He bluntly asked Sarah. (Russ is a huge fan of hosiery on women. He's a bit old-fashioned that way)

She blushed and nervous-giggled, replying, "stockings, Sir." 

He purred a "good girl," at her. I'm sure she felt those words hiss right into her pussy!

I also noticed that throughout our entire exchange, Sarah continued to call him 'Sir', and Russell never corrected her or told her otherwise. A subtle display of dominance I thought. Well done Russ! 

One last test to assess comfort level, was to leave them alone together. 

I asked if they could meet me back at my Facility in an hour, before I excused myself and left them at the bistro. 

This will be the true test, with me gone. If it's all creepy and awkward when the two of them are alone, I'll likely hear about it from both of them later and we may have some compatibility issues. 

Or, they get along smashingly and Russ ends up banging her in the bathroom of a Mucho Burrito down the street. 

Hehe...he would never do that, too much of a gentleman...which, he and I are going to have to work on, based on what Sarah wants him to do. 😳

We all ended up back at my place, for a more adult drink. The time that Russ and Sarah spent at the bistro alone, must have gone well. They seemed quite comfortable with one another. I hadn't asked if they actually talked about BDSM or defined roles / rules, but I'd find out in due time. 

In true Russ fashion, Mr. Lance Romance as I remembered him to be from our days together, he took Sarah's hand and kissed it, then told her, "I'd like to see you again Miss Sarah, back here, in a more private setting." He emphasized the word 'private' as he spoke to her. 

Haha! 'Miss Sarah.' That's probably the last time she's going to be called that, by him. 

She giggled and blushed deeply, answering as submissively as possible. 

"I'd like that, Sir."

Russell left us. I invited Sarah into my office. 

She looked like she had so much to say she was ready to burst. I stopped her, and produced a red book instead. 

"Sarah Huni, this is a journal. I noticed that when you filled out the comments section during your application on my website, that you were articulate, descriptive and elaborated deeply about your feelings. That's rare these days." I complimented. 

"Do you like to write?" I followed-up with. "You seem good at it." 

Timidly, she replied that she did. I figured as much. 

"Every experience you have here, at my Facility, Sarah, I would like you to journal about it. You are not to miss an entry, or you will be punished." I explained to her. 

She lit right up in her chair, as the words 'punished', escaped my lips. 

"Yes Ma'am." she replied. "Thank you Ma'am."

I stood to hug her and see her out, reminding her she's in good hands and this is a safe space to explore her darkest kinks. 

As she was leaving she asked if she should journal about today and about her initial consultation day. 

"Yes Huni, start there. I want to know how you felt with that sign around your neck." 

Mistress Andrea.

xoxo

Continued in: Sarah's First Post

 

Once a submissive

Continued from: New Dungeon Space attracts a New Client

I'm glad Summer was at work, because right now I was up on my bed, having a bit of moment. After meeting Sarah I wanted nothing more than to help her. She seemed like a really good person, who had some dark desires and needs to unpack, but with a male Dom.

I knew one once. A long time ago...

I must have had a mixture of longing and sadness on my face as I lay upstairs, debating with myself whether or not to message him. 

It was over a decade ago, when I first met Russell. We carried on a clandestine relationship for a number of years until one day, we broke each other's hearts. Yet, we were never in love. Figure that one out. 

What we were in love with, was the illusion of happiness that we created together, the escape. The things we did were real, it felt real, but our reality was clouded by fantasy.

When Russ and I were together, colours were brighter, food tasted better and pleasures were like nothing I had ever experienced. No bills to pay, no rent was due. We just escaped from reality together, for hours at a time. 

In the beginning, I spent a lot of time here, in my little bedroom of the day, and a lot of time across his knee, having my bottom thrashed with that awful wooden hairbrush. 

Tender moments came next, aftercare and snuggles, before this escalated into lingerie, me in a ballgag, collar and ass plug, and being wildly fucked from behind. 

He was my first experience with D/s, spanking and kinks. He taught me everything there was to know about my submissive kinks that I didn't know I had. 

I recall him always reminding me, that you shouldn't do anything Dommey to anyone, unless you have first experienced it as a sub. I trusted him completely for this reason, I knew he had pervious experiences with Domme women and was likely the recipient of that hairbrush many times. 

I finally understood the meaning of this, when one day, after we had exhausted and explored all of my submissive role, he asked me to switch for him. I was apprehensive at first, exclaiming that I wouldn't know what to do. 

"Of course you will Andrea, you've just done it all from the other side." He would say. 

Well let me tell you, once I found my groove, I liked THIS side of things!

Pampered, waited on, treated like a Goddess. My sexual needs always came first, pun intended. Who would have ever guessed that I'd enjoy having my toes sucked on or my asshole licked. 

Those became two of my favourite activities actually! I always felt amazing with Russ kneeling at my feet, he had created a monster. 

There was no longer any switching with us, as the mood struck, I was his exclusive dominant Goddess, I loved it and he loved it. 

By no fault of anyone's things just changed and evolved in both of our lives. We weren't having regular sessions anymore and we began to just naturally drift apart, with no hard feelings or regrets. 

He would blush and absolutely die of bashfulness if he heard me say this, because he's a very modest person, but I think I turned my attention to women because I knew I wouldn't find another man like him.

*sigh...corny I know! That's just me...being a hopeless romantic sometimes. 

Things have been going well on that front, if you have been reading along, I have a beautiful wife named Summer and a thriving business. Within that business there is a whole other cast of characters to keep me pleased, entertained and financially sound. 

As for Russ, I had no idea what he was up to. It had been years since we last spoke. 

I think he has too much of a soft spot for women and a tender heart, to do some of the things that Sarah is looking for at my Facility. But, like I said, there is no one else on Earth I would trust with this. 

Here goes...

Goddess Andrea 💓

xoxo

Continued in: The Journal

New Dungeon Space, Attracts a New Client

Continued from: Keyholder

With the wedding, weeks behind us and the Facility slowly coming back online with bookings, I finally had the time and vision to complete the dungeon space. Although I had the dark, dank, consensual non-consent room with a mattress on the floor, some clients were missing the options I used to have, which involved cages, pillories and bondage apparatus. 

Problem solved! (Little trip to Home Depot, maybe Bed, Bath and Beyond...if we have enough time)

I think Summer was looking forward to getting back into her dungeon groove as well, clicking around in sky-high boots and vinyl, hearing the silly boys whimper and beg for her during a dual session with me. Part of me was missing some of that play too, the dungeon is a fairly intense space. 

Near the upper floor and similar to the feel of the upper floor, I also added a more Victoria-era "parlour." A gentleman's den if you will. (Not sure why I am speaking in a British accent right now, as I write this).

A space where like that show Bridgerton, everyone may feel safe and free to have-at one another, if you can get through the bustle and the layers of petticoat to get to a woman's fanny. This could also be a space where a Victorian sissy maid for instance, could serve and service a gentleman caller or face a sound birching on the bare if they don't.  

No sooner did I ask Cassandra to post and feature these new spaces on my site, did we have a request for a consultation from a potential, new client. 

She was calling herself Sarah, and indicated she was a fan of the Facility and our website, but had merely been a lurker up until this point. She was interested in exploring her kinks and excited when she saw our images of the new dungeon space and parlour. 

It was in the afternoon, on a weekday, when this tiny little thing crept through the door of the Facility and approached reception. She looked sharp and professional while not flashy, young too. She wore little make-up and had lovely, dirty-blonde hair. 

"Miss Cassandra, how do you do? I'm Sarah". She squeaked out, looking red-faced and embarrassed. 

She must have read our protocol section of the website. She knew how to address Cassie properly, who usually remains at resting bitch face, level 12, until she is greeted properly. 

I was watching the live video feed of the lobby and listening in from my office. I absolutely swooned when I heard this little pixie say, "how do you do?" Omg how cute! Who says that anymore? I liked her old-fashioned flare already. 

I liked her even more when I noticed she was in heels and hosiery. Such a perishable trait these days.  

Cassie had her sit and try to relax, while I took a moment to review Sarah's online application from my office. 

When people first show interest in my Facility they fill out an online application. It's basically what they wish to get out of a session and some generic themes and interests. 

Age regression, school-themed, adult spanking. Detention centre, cop-lady, judicial punishment. Sissy adult-baby, diapers and maternal-Domme, to name a few. 

This young lady however, expanded elaborately and wrote in full, articulate, detailed sentences. Some of the things she was looking for, was making even ME, blush! It all seemed so very degrading and dehumanizing, coming from this presumably, well put together woman. 

In moments like this, I have a secondary screening so to speak, to verify and confirm some of these deep and dark requests. 

I buzzed Cassandra at her desk, on speaker so the nervous Sarah could hear me. 

"Please take her into secondary screening Cassie", I said very officially, over the phone. 

"Yes Ma'am", Cassie responded. 

"Secondary" doesn't mean that Sarah receives a body cavity search after her luggage is tossed. It simply means a more detailed questionnaire is provided to her. This however, is done in the vulnerable classroom setting, in a desk facing the wall, so she feels like she's in detention. 

Throughout this document, Sarah will have the opportunity to provide more details about what she likes and deeply desires. Examples of some of these questions with a simple 'yes' or 'no' checkbox, are as follows:

1. I want marks and bruises to appear on my body for days after my session. 
2. I desire to be slapped, pissed on and degraded during a sexual encounter.
3. Unless it's my safeword, I don't have a voice during a session, I am a piece of fuckmeat.
4. If someone wrote "cum dumpster" on my forehead, I would become very aroused. 

There were thirty questions of very similar nature on this document. When Sarah was done, Cassandra ushered her into my office. Sarah passed me the questionnaire with her hands trembling and her eyes down. She addressed me as Mistress and remained silent as I reviewed her answers. 

It took me about two seconds to recognize that she had answered 'yes', to all thirty of the additional screening questions. The examples I listed above are rather extreme, but there were questions even more hardcore than that. 

I sat her down and immediately explained that no one here would ever judge her for what she desires and that it is a safe place to explore her deepest and darkest, provided everything remains safe, sane and consensual. 

When I spoke these words to her, it looked like a huge weight had been lifted from her chest. She exhaled deeply with a glimmer of a tear in her eye, and said, "thank you Mistress." 

"May I ask a question Ma'am?" She followed with. 

"Of course Sarah," I smiled. 

"I saw your new space, 'The Gentleman's Palour.' Do you have a male Dom at the Facility now Ma'am?" She beamed with hope as she asked. 

"I'm sorry Sweetie, we don't." I put my hand on her knee as I spoke. 

Some kid is taking a deep breath to blow out all their birthday cake candles, but some other, greasy kid, leans in and does the honours for them. Have you seen that look before? This was the look on Sarah's face...

Maybe I stepped on her birthday cake too, after fucking up her make-a-wish, candle moment. I felt my heart ache for her, I knew what she needed so badly and I got her hopes up. She was so close to indulging in her kinks. 

"I'm sorry Mistress, this is certainly no disrespect to you or the way your run your Facility, but I was hoping you had a male Dom option now." She pouted as she spoke. 

"I mean, you're really, really pretty and so is that Cassandra girl, but I'm just not into girls Mistress," She added. 

Sensing an opportunity, and from what I knew of her file and questionnaires, I thought I'd try a little experiment. She had a safeword within these walls, she could easily stop anything without repercussions. 

"Stand and strip naked Sarah...everything!" I commanded her sternly. 

She hesitated for a millisecond, before robotically obeying. 

I could tell she had done BDSM before, as a submissive. She obeyed orders with urgency, always acknowledging me with a 'yes Ma'am' or 'yes Mistress' while keeping her eyes lowered. 

"Put your hair in a high pony," I continued to try my luck with the short commands. 

Again she obeyed with a, "yes Ma'am."

I handed her a hair elastic from around my wrist. 

I reached into the top drawer to my left, to retrieve a special little item I had for her. I affixed this around her neck, she could not yet see what it said. 

I sat back down and told her that I wanted to try something, an experiment of sorts. 

I told her to stand and walk to the mirror, then place her hands on top of her head. She audibly groaned, out loud in my office, when the sign around her neck finally came into view in her reflection. 

This was a groan of pure lust, full of arousal and want, but a groan of pure humiliation all the same. 

I sat back at my desk. 

"Ten minutes Sarah, facing the mirror. You are not to move or make a sound." I barked. 

I typed away and called Cassandra at one point, while Sarah stood motionless in front of that mirror, dying of embarrassment. 

A timer went off and she jumped and gasped. 

I stood and told her to spread her legs for me. 

She shook her head 'no' as I approached her spread legs, her face was blushing deeply, burning with shame. I could already see strands of pre-cum, connecting each of her spread thighs like laundry lines. She knew what was coming next...

I used the pads of three of my fingers and just gently rested them against her pussy, giving her a wet-check. No penetration, just a gentle, horse-feeding motion.

She groaned out loud once more, mortified with shame.

My gawd she was dreadfully, dreadfully wet! Sopping wet! Which I used to my advantage and verbalized, to disgrace her even further. 

"It would seem your kinks, your submission, is gender neutral Sarah?" I asked rhetorically, before gently tugging her ponytail like a hand towel, to wipe my soaked fingers off in her hair.  

"But the male Dom thing, leave it with me ok Sarah, I want to help you." I reassured her. 

Her bright, youthful eyes lit up like stars. 

"Oh thank you Mistress!" She mewed out loud, then asked me if she could dress. She was now covering her soaked pussy with one of her hands and covering her nipples with the opposing forearm. 

I removed the sign from around her neck and handed her clothing back. 

"Give me a few days Sarah and Cassandra will be in-touch ok?" I said, as I saw her out. Sarah was over-the-moon, with hope. 

Me...I wasn't so sure...

There was only one man, one man in my entire universe who I would ever trust with such a thing.

Fuck...it's been so long...

What do I say to him?

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: Once a Submissive