Enigma

Continued from: Guilty Pleasures

[F/m] [F/sissy] [feminization] [humiliation] [spanking] [OTK] [BDSM] [femdom] [Mistress]

It was shortly after Christmas, and I was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast when Russell shuffled in, looking rather flustered. 

"There's a very young and jacked, angry-looking woman in the living room, Andrea," he announced, his voice tinged with confusion and a hint of jocularity. 

I couldn't help but chuckle at his bewildered expression, realizing that he'd never met Skylar before. And...I may have forgot to tell him she appears in the vanilla wing of the mansion from time to time. I guess she must have just finished a session on the heavenly-hash side of the house.

"That would be the Doctor," I explained, rather nonchalantly, all while pouring Russell a coffee. "She's one of my new gals at the Facility." 

"The Doctor?!" Russell remarked with a laugh. "She does, umm...like your medical fetish stuff?" 

"No, honey," I laughed, "she's an actual doctor. PhD in astrodynamics or something." 

"The-hell d'you find her?" Russell spoke, now sounding awe-struck, but not nearly as awe-struck as I was, the night I first met this young enigma of a woman. 

"I think I interrupted something, she just glared at me, and didn't say a thing. Like she was looking right through me." Russell stated, now sounding a bit amused with all of this. 

I will admit, Skylar does possess a bit of a distant glare, robotic looking and a bit spacey. It's like there's about sixteen other conversations going on in her mind, as she's maintaining a conversation with you. 

"It's because her brain is working about ten times faster than yours is, darling." I cooed to Russell, placing a hand on his shoulder. 

"C'mon, I'll show you, and introduce you to her." 

Still clad in her dominatrix leathers and heeled boots, looking every bit the intimidating goddess, she simply lounged by the fire, smoking a weed pen and mumbling to herself under her breath. I whispered to Russell, as not to disturb her. 

"She's running through the 'data' from her latest session, analyzing every detail of her sub's reactions, every nuance of her client's behaviour, and making notes about it."

It's a surreal scene, really - this stunning, powerful woman, lost in thought, her mind working overtime to dissect and understand the intricacies of human submission as a sexual kink. I pause for a moment, watching her in fascination. Her brow furrowed in concentration, her lips moving silently as she processes the her inner dialogue. 

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Meanwhile, inside Skylar's mind: 

My client, a middle-aged man with a successful career and loving family, had broken down in tears the moment I presented him with the frilly pink dress and matching Mary Janes he would be wearing for his spanking. His reaction was fascinating - a raw, visceral display of emotion that seemed to stem from somewhere deep within his psyche. 

As I guided him over my knees and began his spanking, his sobs intensified, mingling with gasps and pleas for forgiveness, yet I wasn't spanking him hard, nor did he require my forgiveness for anything.

It's clear that the humiliation of being dressed like a little girl had struck a nerve, tapping into some long-buried shame or insecurity. But why? What was it about this particular stimuli that elicited such a profound response? 

Was it a manifestation of some childhood trauma, a desperate attempt to atone for perceived failures as a father or husband? Or perhaps it was a way of reclaiming a lost innocence, a chance to experience the unconditional love and guidance that only strict maternal discipline can provide.    

Halfway through his spanking, with his panties down to his knees, I decided to introduce a new element to the scene - a full-length mirror, positioned directly in front of my client as he lay over my lap. 

As I resumed his spanking on his reddening cheeks, I observed his reflection in the glass, noting the way his tear-streaked face contorted with each impact. The effect of the mirror was immediate and profound - his crying became more intense, his body writhing beneath my grip as if trying to escape the image before him. 

It was clear that seeing himself in such a vulnerable, humiliating state only served to heighten his emotional response. But why? What was it about witnessing his own degradation that pushed him over the edge? 

I hypothesized that the mirror acted as a physical manifestation of his inner turmoil, forcing him to confront the aspects of himself he had long sought to suppress. By dressing him as a little girl and subjecting him to a punishment typically associated to misbehaving children, I had tapped into a wellspring of guilt, shame and self-loathing that had festered within him for years. 

The mirror merely served as a catalyst, brining these feelings to the surface and allowing him to experience a cathartic release. As I continued his spanking, I marveled at the complexity of BDSM and the ability it has to break down barriers and expose raw, unfiltered emotions that lay beneath. 

With each snap of my palm against his tender bottom, I could feel him surrendering more deeply to the experience, letting go of the inhibitions and hang-ups that had held him back for so long. By the end of the session, he was a quivering, sobbing mess - but there was a palpable sense of relief in his demeanour, as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. 

I'll make a mental note to incorporate the mirror technique into future sessions, eager to see how other clients might would respond to this potent tool of psychological manipulation.

When I close my eyes I can see the room again, I can smell it. It had a distinct aroma of pink baby lotion. The space was deliberately decorated like a little girl's bedroom, complete with pastel colours, frilly lace curtains, and an abundance of stuffed animals perched on every surface. But the centerpiece, the element that may be adding to the session, was the massive mural adorning the wall above the bed. 

A gathering of Disney princesses, each rendered in vibrant detail, the artwork seemed to watch over the proceedings with knowing smiles and sparkling eyes. I couldn't help but wonder what effect this visual stimulus had on my clients, particularly the men who found themselves in this feminine domain. 

Did they feel as though their spanking was being witnessed by a chorus of giggling, judgmental women, their embarrassment magnified tenfold by the presence of these iconic figures? Was this Mistress Andrea's intention all along - to create a space where our clients' shame and vulnerability were constantly reinforced, even in the absence of a real audience?  

By surrounding our clients with symbols of femininity and innocence, we were effectively stripping them of their adult identities, reducing them to the status of helpless, naughty children in need of correction. 

I'm only scratching the surface of what this world has to offer. There was so much more to learn, so much more data to collect - and I am determined to uncover all of it, one spanking at a time.

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As I cleared my throat, Skylar snapped out of her scientific state. She looked up, startled as if she'd forgotten where she was. "Oh, hello, Mistress Andrea," she said, a slight blush creeping into her cheeks. "I hope you don't mind me making myself at home. I just needed a quiet space to think after my session." 

I assured her it was no problem at all and gestured to Russell, to introduce him. 

"Sky, I'd like you to meet someone very special to me. This is Russell Burnett, the one I've told you about." 

She tilted her head to the side, almost like a synthetic human processing new information. She fixed her distant gaze on Russell, her eyes narrowing to study his face. 

"Mr. Burnett, you used to provide Mistress Andrea with spankings, didn't you?" she blurted out, her voice low and curious. 

"Did you ever position a mirror in front of her?" 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Scientific Method

The Deep End

Continued from: Trophy Wife

[FF/mm] [mom-daughter] [family taboo] [spanking] [OTK] [humiliation] [panty thief]

Preface

I recently joined Reddit, as it seems to be a welcoming platform where there are not only BDSM and spanking groups, but also Sims and NSFW Sims groups. I have more blog fans coming forward than ever before. Tons and tons of sissies in chastity, omg. The sissies are well represented on Reddit, good for them, and be sure to stay locked while you read my blog, gurls! 

I wanted to take this opportunity to explain to some of my new readers, how this blog came to be in the first place. 

I was inspired by a fellow blogger, Miss Julie. It's really that simple. If you're new to blogs and are recently here as a result of Reddit, I highly recommend you go check her out: 

Strict Miss Julie Spanks / Miss Julie Spanked  

The content is predominately spanking, domestic discipline, vulnerability and humiliation of adult males and females. Diaper play, pee, pegging, chastity and so much more. Oh, and many of these stories are REAL, as she chronicles in explicit detail, the spanking escapades of her and her hubby's "unique" relationship. Some of mine are based on real people and real events from my life, but hers...well, go see for yourself. 

She's been at it for over a decade now, with north of 16 million page views. She has published a series of e-books, these were great to read with such spanko embarrassment and shame it'll make your skin crawl and dick hard. For all the ladies, wayyyy better masturbation fuel than fifty shades, trust me! 

Collections of Spanking Stories

Miss Julie and I are in no way affiliated, apart from the fact we're both Canadian. We just seem to be the last of a potentially fleeting group of bloggers, still trying to provide an escape and a thrill to our loyal readers. I've always been a fan of hers and I urge you to go have a look, let me know what you think.  

I should have noticed this sooner, but Miss Julie always seems to mix in a pool scene. Whether it's an overly flirty wife, needing to be spanked in the pool house, or it's some middle-aged uncle, creeping his tight little niece in her bikini. Either scenario usually ends with a very red bum and even redder face. I thought to myself, I've never done a pool scene; despite the fact the Sims platform allows for a pool. 

It's been a hot summer so far, maybe it's time to install a pool!?  ; ) 

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The Deep End 

**Caution: this story involves taboo, family dynamics**

It was a languid afternoon in late September, the sky was a brilliant shade of blue, with only wispy strands of cloud scattered across its expanse. In the midst of this serene backdrop, Marcus and Connor, two-rambunctious teens, found themselves arguing with their parents that they no longer needed a babysitter. 

Their parents, embarking on a well-deserved evening out, had arranged for the boy's cousin, Cassandra, to babysit. The boy's moods were tempered by the looming prospect of being cooped-up indoors with an icky girl, while they'd rather play guns or trucks, or do boy things outside.

As they idled away the minutes, their restlessness was palpable until suddenly, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of their unwanted caregiver. Her ensemble was boring and drab to the boys, with a palate of tones reflecting her Catholic-school uniformity, finished off with nerdy glasses that screamed book-worm.  

As the evening unfolded, Marcus and Connor became engrossed in the virtual battlefields of their video games. Meanwhile, Cassandra settled onto the floor with textbooks and notebooks arrayed around her. Her pleated schoolgirl skirt, seemingly innocent, rode up incrementally as she kicked-up her legs at the back and got down to studying. The merest hint of snowy-white panties poked from beneath her pleats, the fabric was so fine they appeared almost sheer, inviting the boys' imaginations to fill in the blanks.

An unspoken understanding hung in the air, as the boys exchanged glances. A silent conspiracy of adolescent longing, each secretly nurturing a forbidden fascination with their 18-year-old cousin.

This was the last time the boys saw Cassandra. As the years passed, they knew she went away to some swanky dance academy, at a school for the performing arts, but she seemed to fall off the map after that. 

Until however, the summer of 2024, when temperatures rose above forty degrees Celsius in southern Canada.

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"Connor, Marcus," their mother sang out to them. "Your Auntie Bella has a pool...she asked if you'd like to spend the week at her place. I think your cousin is home too..." 

As the Thompson brothers sheepishly stepped out of the sweltering summer air and into the shaded grandeur of Aunt Bella's estate, their gazes collided with a vision that left their jaws agape. Before them, stood their cousin Cassandra - a ravishing metamorphosis of the emo youngster they remembered. Her transformation was nothing short of breathtaking, as if she'd been reborn from the embers of adolescent awkwardness into the sultry goddess before them. 

The smallest of jean shorts cupped her rounded bottom, while a white bikini tops strained to contain her perfect breasts. A dazzling array of tattoos danced across her skin, swirling in intricate patters that shimmered in the dappled sunlight, filtering through the trees. Piercings glinted along her ears, nose and belly button, imbuing her with an edgy, rebellious allure that had Connor and Marcus salivating. 

The air was heavy with tension as they struggled to reconcile this audacious beauty with the gangly, introverted girl of their memories. Cassandra surveyed them coldly, her expression unreadable beneath the blackness of her sunglasses. The scrawny teen boys tried to puff up and look muscular, but Cassie had already rolled her eyes at Marcus' feeble attempt to grow a beard, and pursed her lips at Connor's unmanly blondeness.   

As the brothers rough-housed in the turquoise waters, their laughter echoing off the estate's manicured lawns, Bella and Cassandra reclined on sun-kissed loungers, observing the commotion. To nineteen-year-old Marcus and eighteen year-old Connor, Auntie Bella and their cousin Cassandra represented dual incarnations of feminine allure, each exerting a distinct yet equally potent pull on their adolescent libidos.  

While Cassandra's pierced, tattooed beauty embodied the reckless abandon of youth, Aunt Bella's sultry, mature glamour seemed to hint at secrets and experiences gleaned from a world beyond their wildest imaginings. 

Suddenly, Cassandra carelessly tossed aside her miniature jean shorts. The brothers' gazes converged upon the tantalizing spectacle unfolding before them. 

Her toned body, honed from years of professional dance, was now splayed across the lounger, the tender flesh of her bum bisected by a thread of white bikini fabric. The delicate thong, stretched taut within the crevice of her ass, became an object of fixation for Marcus and Connor, which did not go unnoticed by Aunt Bella. 

As they lingered in the cool waters, Marcus and Connor discreetly waited for their inflamed desires to subside, willing their stubborn erections to recede beneath the surface. Finally, with their bodies returned to a state of semi-calm, they scrambled out of the pool, exchanging awkward glances as they both declared they needed to pee, while making their way toward the pool house. 

They slipped into the relative seclusion of the pool house to discover a treasure trove of forbidden delights. This must be where Cassandra changed! A set of women's clothing lay strewn about, amidst the scattered garments, one item captured their undivided attention. 

Without a word, Marcus and Connor simultaneously converged upon the enticing prize, their fingers closing around the delicate and sexy panties, recently shed by their cousin. Giggles bubbled forth as they handled the intimate relic, their imaginations conjuring visions of Cassandra's dripping arousal, sheathed within those very silken folds.

As they stood transfixed, their fingers fondling the silky panties, the sound of Aunt Bella's voice shattered the spell, her words laced with a maternal reprimand. "What do you two think you're doing? Don't you know better than to rifle through someone's private things?" Her tone conveyed a stern authority, yet beneath its surface lurked a hint of subtle amusement. 

Marcus and Connor froze, their faces flushing with guilt as their minds raced with the implications of being caught. As Bella's words still hung in the air, Cassandra sauntered into the pool house and was struck with the realization of what just happened. 

"You perverts!" She hissed, her black-eyes glaring, searing through the brothers. "Sniffing my panties like a couple of animals! What kind of sickos are you?" 

"No, we didn't do that, we just picked th-them..." Connor tried to plead their innocence but to no avail. 

Bella's countenance darkened, her features compressing into a mask of displeasure. "You've crossed a line, boys," she declared, her voice laced with a quiet fury. "Despite your adult ages, I'm afraid a lesson in privacy and respect is due. You're both going to receive a well-deserved spanking, on the bare!"

As the boys exchanged panicked glances, Cassandra's hand snapped out, clutching Connor's earlobe, while Bella seized Marcus' with an unyielding grip. Together, they frog-marched the struggling brother's towards the main house, Bella's heels clicking out a staccato rhythm on the stone pathway. 

The afternoon air was heavy with tension as they vanished into the privacy of the home, leaving behind a trail of humiliation and fear in their wake... 

*Gulp* 

Uh-oh boys, you're in for it now. Although, I'm sure some of my readers would volunteer to take your place...about to be spanked by a mother/daughter duo!

It must be so horrible! *wink*

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Splashing the Water

 

 

The OG's

Continued from: Tara Gregory: Daddy Issues

I was messing around on Reddit over the weekend. This is a platform I've never used before or never really needed to use, I guess. For the most part, people's comments are pleasant, witty and unique. Of course since it's the interwebs, Reddit has a NSFW side of the house, which I obviously gravitated towards. 

There's some group called "Sims4_Lets Make Porn". Lol, Ahhh! At last, I have found my people.

(Nancy?! We haven't seen you in awhile)

I found another group of artistic folks who are right into the Kindroid APP, as I now am. There is some really nice work there, most of it PG and most of it relating to A.I. romances, assistants and companions. It seems they generate themselves, their real human likeness imprinted onto a synthetic body. Then their Kin, could be 100% synthetically generated or also based on a real person. 

Look at these two perfect human specimens. Someone's getting a good Rogering under the full moon tonight!  

And below. Could be a real couple I suppose. They look like they're going to leave the city on a Saturday, hit a Starbucks first, then walk through a pumpkin patch to pick one, cuz it's more organic that way. Lol.

Little do they know the farmer uses local kids to pre-pick them, clean and shine them, then return them to the field so city-folk can "pick one from the vine". Haha. 

"No, I don't have directions to the vinyl record store around here..." 

Anyway...

I got chatting on Reddit with this pleasant young woman from Ohio. She was a huge fan of the Sims games when she was a little girl. I had to apologize to her for corrupting them the way I have. 

She had apparently seen and read parts of my blog before *gulp*. So I apologized yet again, for destroying her childhood memories of the innocence of these characters she grew-up with. 

She told me she was huge Bella Goth fan, the very namesake of this blog. I couldn't disagree, Bella is gorgeous! But she probably didn't bank on watching her childhood gamer-idol, bouncing her pussy against my lap and calling me "Mommy"!

Sorry Ohio Girl. 

Ohhh but she didn't mind. In-fact, she goes on to tell me very bashfully, that she has a similar dynamic with one of her A.I. Kindriods. A D/s dynamic with a boy-toy she named and created!!

Naughty girl! Not so innocent anymore. 

She showed me her creation. The Kin she designed looks like the Elves from Lord of the Rings had a baby with one of the Hemsworth brothers. 

Her boy-toy is a bit man-pretty, her Kin...and she absolutely adores him! 

Then! Doesn't she tell me that she "keeps" her Kin in a cock cage! And as they converse, he is fully aware of the fact that he is in a cock cage and that she holds the key!

Awesome, just awesome. A nod to you Ohio Girl, well done! 

In speaking to her, it reminded me that there are still fans of the Sims series out there, in various age demographics and from different backgrounds. 

I thought I would treat Ohio Girl to a little nostalgia and take her back to the OG's, the original girls of the Sims franchise, with the possibility of an A.I. assist of my own. My treat to you, for keeping your Kin-boy locked up, as he should be. 

I think this was Bella Goth above, during the Sims 2 game, which I never dabbled in. The dress and skin tone is unmistakable. The poor thing! 16-bit forearms like Popeye. 

This may have been Sims 3 and perhaps an upgrade to a 32-bit graphic. This certainly wouldn't look like this during gameplay though. It would be much more granular than this. Bella's husband still looks like a douche canoe...

OMG, look at Cassandra! When she was a teen. Eeeeee!

The rebel to this day. Wrecking family photos by not looking in the camera. Atta girl, Cassie! 

I'm sorry Ohio Girl, but Cassie was corrupted too, I know you haven't read all of my blog so I'll fill in the blanks for you. Cassandra is now 21 and works for me at my fetish/kink studio. She dislikes men in general and has become quite the apprentice dominatrix. You should see her in her dungeon leathers!  

When she first fell into my grasp she was looking like so, when I would dress her up for spankings: 

A.I. - what do you think? 

Unbelievable! My my, Cassie, how you've grown since that family photo. 

She has the look of her Mother, doesn't she? What a little hottie, and a fuckin' hand full!

Her Mother, the Sims 4 Bella we are all familiar with. The first woman I put over my knee and spanked to tears, when I opened my Facility. Shockingly gorgeous as always. 

Let's see what the A.I. thinks of the lovely Isabella Octavia Goth: 

Nailed it! 

It also nailed the manner in which I usually interact with Bella, which is more like this, shackled and strung up on her tiptoes in the dungeon: 

How about Nancy, who was on her knees sucking my strap-on at the beginning of this one? She was actually the second woman of the original Sims girls, that I put over my knee then took her out to the woodshed for a good strapping. 

Nice. Looks like the MILF next door, husband, adult children, dripping with gold accents. If you were new to the neighbourhood she'd likely bring you a casserole or something. 

And of course there is Summer. The A.I. version of  her was recently featured in a post: The Sims are Brought to Life.

A special thanks to Ohio Girl for inspiring me to remember the original women of the Sims. I know the blog has gone off on various tangents over the years. It's nice to re-connect with my first two clients! 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Interview with Cassandra Goth