The Sims are Brought to Life!

Continued from: Tara Gregory: Beginnings

It didn't take long for my playful wife to discover my last few posts, then she more or less begged me for an A.I. version of us! I was a little apprehensive to upload our actual faces into this thing, but I must admit I was a bit curious also, as to what the robot may generate. How do we pack all things Summer, into a single picture and a description limited to 500 characters?

My earliest memories of Summer, when I first moved to the community of Willow Creek, were as such. A little Parisienne-patterned golf-tee with a flirty tennis skirt, and bare feet in navy blue deck shoes. She was super cute! Little did I know at the time, that she was actually from Paris. 

Not bad A.I., not bad. Does she look like she would have a French accent? I think so. She has the cuteness of Summer and the body. The avatar looks a little pissed off though, like a bratty teen which she can be from time to time. Nothing my hairbrush can't handle though. Hehe. 

Now it was my turn...

Summer wrote my description. "Tall, dominant, caring, loving and intimidatingly gorgeous." 

*blush* Summer Addison!  

Then we uploaded an actual picture of me, my face anyway...then came the big reveal. Viola!

I was a bit shocked. This actually does look like me. Well done A.I. 

Summer and I continued to play around with the app for a bit, capturing her various looks over the years and a few of mine. We had some wine, laughed, cried tears of happiness and reflected on our wonderful journey together. 

Remember way back, when I recruited her as a personal trainer? Train the Trainer. She was so sassy and feisty. Her French accent was adorable and still is, to this day. 

Good gawd! Look at that perfect, plump little arse of hers. 

That sporty audition escalated quickly! If I recall. 

As we stayed in touch, I learned of her profession as a Flight Attendant, which made her even more alluring to me as a potential submissive. I knew she must be into a little kink, when I learned of her Stewardess side-hustle: Now Boarding

Such feminine poise and grace by day, only to find herself in shackles and drooling from her ball-gag by night, once I finally got her in my talons and our relationship was beginning to blossom. 

She turned out to be far more submissive than I ever anticipated. We had some great sessions in the dungeon, in those early days. What's the Red Key for?

Summer craved not only the cold and dismissive role I played as her dominatrix...

...but also, the caring and maternal disciplinarian. She found comfort in draping herself across "Mommy's" lap and just letting the tears flow. Age-regressed clothing followed and she was identifying more and more as a "little". Summer's MDLG Weekend

A few times, to help with some of my silly male clients, Summer suited-up and tried her hand at female dominance. She did fantastic, but I could tell it was not the role for her: Domina Debut.

She still rocks a mean Domina outfit though, when needed. 

These days however, she spends most of her time around the house and even in public, dressed more like this, when she's not in her work uniforms. 

She eventually asked if she could be a "little", under my care as her "Mommy", amidst various other scenes of schoolgirl, slave-maid and dungeon sessions. I was more than happy to oblige. 

As the months fell off the calendar and we continued to explore our D/s relationship, we ended up falling madly in love with one another, in the old-world backdrop of New Orleans. She got a spanking there too! The Big Easy.

And who could forget our wedding day. It was so beautiful! The Maid of Honour.

The rest is history. But don't take it from only me, dear readers, let Summer tell you. I set up a really fun interview with her. Her fame in the fetish community has grown exponentially since she first modelled her feet and high heels. 

Stay tuned to catch her adorable interview. 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Someone's Gonna Get It

 

 

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

   

 

   

  

  

I Need my Daddy

Continued from: So Much Penis!

A Sarah Jane story

Hi everyone, it's Sarah. Daddy went up to bed to play more Starfield and since I'm a bit of a nighthawk, I thought I would continue from where he left off. 

Even though I was somewhat eager to play with Eleve and learn more about her, I needed my Daddy! She knew this too. She watched me for hours at Mistress Andrea's party, taking down every cock in the room. She watched me swallow load after load of cum and finally, bore witness to my ultimate degradation, which involved me being fucked in all three of my slut-holes. 

You know the rest of the story. I ended up buying her during a simulated slave auction for dirt-cheap and I brought her home to Daddy as a present. Although at this moment, as I slipped into the bath, I didn't know where she was, when Daddy finally joined me tub-side.

"Where did you put Eleve, Daddy? Is she in my 'pink room'?" I asked him. 

"Ummm, actually no, huni. I offered but she wanted to spend the night in a locked cage." Daddy replied while shrugging his shoulders. 

We don't have a jail-cell area with sinks and toilets like Mistress Andrea's Facility has, but in the punishment room dedicated to the whipping of my pussy and asshole, we have a roomy, metal cage. Daddy usually puts me in this cage for about an hour before I am to be punished, so I can nervously anticipate what's coming. Spending the entire night in it though...I'm not too sure I could do that, especially if left alone. 

Daddy could see the concern in my face and chimed in. "We'll let her out for a pee in a bit, little one. She'll be fine in there until morning. Tonight, is all about Daddy and his little girl." 

That warmed my heart! Daddy spoke those words while combing my hair, as I played with the bubbles in my bath. The long brush-strokes and hot water embrace was making my eyes heavy. I could have fallen asleep right there. 

Daddy helped me from the tub and dried me off completely. He was being so tender and gentle with me. 

Then came some serious humiliation, as Daddy helped me into an extreme diaper pose so he could inspect my pussy and asshole. Gawd! This was so vulnerable.

He commented on how puffy and red my cunt lips were, from all the cock I had taken earlier that evening. He even mentioned that my asshole was gaping a bit, like winking at him, as Daddy described it. 

Fuck! I wanted to die from embarrassment!

"By the looks of things back here, you've taken enough cock for awhile, little one." Daddy said, as he gently wiped my princess parts with scented baby-wipes. Next came some cool and soothing lotion, on my cunt lips and asshole, followed by a crinkly diaper and some sockies. 

I felt very comforted and protected. I kissed Daddy's lips and told him how I felt, despite being an adult-woman who is diapered and coddled. "Thank you for caring for me Daddy, I love you."

"I love you too, Princess. Now come, tell me about the party and this Eleve girl." Daddy encouraged. He led me by the hand to my pink bedroom where he got me into a satin, printed diaper cover and matching top. We went downstairs to snuggle on the couch. 

I told Daddy everything. Every cock I sucked and all the penis that found its way inside of me. When I began to talk about buying Eleve, I spoke in a baby-voice and moved my body onto Daddy's lap. 

"She's YOUR present Daddy, but I'd love to have sex with her while you watch. Do you want to watch her bang me from behind?" I purred to Daddy. 

I started grinding my crinkle-covered crotch against Daddy's lap. I could feel him getting a huge hard-on, the more I spoke about performing sex acts with Eleve. 

I cooed to him in my baby-voice once again. 

"Daddy, you said I was done with cock for awhile. But can I have one more, before bed? Pretty please, Daddy?" 

I began to jerk him off from within his track-pants. Jesus, he was so hard!

Daddy let me play with his shrouded dick for awhile, before he finally told me to get him into my mouth. I was more than happy to have heard that. This is the ONLY cock that matters to me! 

With my great-big, padded, diaper butt in the air, I sucked Daddy like a pornstar, until he came into my mouth. It was such a yummy treat! 

I was so exhausted though, definitely ready for bed. As I sit here typing this with the taste of cum in my mouth, my pussy is oozing arousal into the absorbing liner of my diaper. Hopefully Daddy lets me orgasm when I come to bed.    

We checked on Eleve, who surprisingly, was still beyond content in her locked cage. 

Daddy and I released her briefly, so she could stretch and use the potty before bedtime. 

I helped her out of her heels, then her collar, just for safety, but the chastity belt stayed on. I provided Eve with blankie which she wrapped herself in, before crawling back into the cage as Daddy clicked the padlock shut. 

What a rollercoaster of a day! Holy shit. I'm sure tomorrow will be two-fold, when Daddy begins to direct Eve and I to play with each other.

For now however, I think I'm going to tiptoe into Daddy's room in just my sockies and diaper. I'm going to run a finger across his face and lips and ask, "is this seat taken?" Hehe. Hopefully that line works!   

Wish me luck everyone! 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Season's Beatings

 

 

  

 

So Much Penis!

Continued from: Paint the Town Red

After some begging and pouting my bottom lip, Daddy agreed to write this post for us and tell all of you about his surprise. 

Thank you, Daddy

xoxo

Sarah Jane 

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I literally thought Sarah was going to be gone all night at Mistress Andrea's party, doing God knows what with God knows whom...

So I did what any home-alone, middle-aged man would do when the woman in his life is out for the night. I ordered a pizza and turned on the Xbox. Starfield to be exact. Starfield was a new game apparently 25-years in the making, that was just released in September. They created a game with over 1600 planets to just openly explore. The scale of the game is massive! The artwork, breathtaking. 

That's not the Earth, in the second image. In the game, humanity destroyed the Earth (imagine that). This was out near Alpha Centauri or Vega or something. With 1600+ planets, it's easy to get lost in the vastness of space.

So anyway. I was sitting quietly, working on my space exploration when Sarah text me. "Come to the door and cover my eyes?" Oh good lord...this could be anything. Nevertheless, I played along. 

With my eyes closed, I heard the front door open, followed by a playful, "okay Daddy, open!"

I was ready for just about anything, but maybe not this. I see my little girl, dressed vanilla and holding onto a leash, attached to the collar of a naked woman with the brightest red hair I had ever seen. 

I think I said something to the effect of, "Jesus, Sarah. Get in here! She's naked." 

Sarah giggled and led her inside. This random woman just knelt with her head down. "I got you an early Christmas present Daddy, do you like? I bought her for like fifty bucks." Sarah told me.  

While I was processing all of this visual stimulus and information, the red-head began pleading with me not to hurt her. Wtf!? 

"Please Mister! I'll do anything you want...please don't hurt me!" She mewled out. 

She rapidly changed her position so her forehead was on the floor and used her hands to spread her asshole, the only offering that wasn't shrouded by her metal chastity belt.  

"Take whatever you want, Mister! Just let me go!" She continued. 

I gave Sarah Jane a inquisitive eyebrow raise, before pulling her in for a kiss so I could whisper to her sternly. "Hurt her? What the eff is that all about?"  

"It's her thing...just go with it, Daddy." Sarah reassured. 

"I trust you'll explain all this, little one?" I replied. "Thank you for the lovely gift, now tell Daddy, how was your evening?"

"Ohhhh, Daddy. There was so much penis! I need my Daddy!" She replied to me, with a longing in her eyes. 

I could only imagine what Sarah endured at the Upper Floor, being a sex slave at a bdsm party. Despite the fact that she probably loved it, I could tell she needed a night of snuggles with me.

"So, who's your friend here?" I asked. The red-head had not moved from her position. I was still looking directly at her asshole as Sarah introduced her. 

"This is Eleve, Daddy, but you can call her Eve. I won her in a slave-auction, isn't she stunning?" 

I just shook my head in disbelief and told Sarah to head upstairs and fill the tub. I helped this Eve girl to her feet and told her she was safe here...that no harm would come to her. I wasn't sure if that's what I was suppose to say. I got the feeling that Eve wanted to be a hardcore slave. 

This was confirmed when I showed her to one of the spare rooms. Sarah needed her Daddy tonight, so I thought it would be gentlemanly to offer Eve the comfort of Sarah's little girl bedroom and Sarah could sleep with me in my room. 

"Thank you, Sir. You're very kind. But I'm usually kept in a cage or a cell, do you have one?" 

I took Eve down the punishment hallway to one of the specialty rooms that had a cage. 

"Like this, are you sure?" I uneasily asked her. 

"Just like this, Sir! So I can't escape." Eve replied, while her eyes lit up with what I could only describe as pure joy and arousal. 

I was beginning to understand what this woman's fantasy entailed. I needed to hear more about this auction though. 

"Does Sarah have the keys to your chastity belt?" I asked her. 

"Yes, Sir." She replied in her unique accent. 

I told her that the belt was going to stay on, as I didn't want her masturbating without permission and supervision. She responded that this was a good idea, then she crawled right into the cage as I opened the door. 

She watched me click a large brass padlock shut, on the door of the cage. I think she audibly gasped with pure arousal as she watched me do this. To each their own I guess. 

Before I left the room, Eve volunteered the following from her cage: 

"Your little one needs her Daddy. She did very well tonight, I had the pleasure of watching her. I'll be just fine here, Sir..." 

I left Eve according to her wishes and found Sarah naked and in her bathroom. I helped her into the extra-hot water and bubbles, watching all the tension melt away from her muscles. 

I sat on the floor so I could begin brushing her hair. 

"Little one..?"

"Could you please explain to Daddy why there is a strange naked woman in a cage down the hall?"

Russell

Continued in: I Need my Daddy