The Perfect Lubricant

Continued from: No Scrubs

Grabbing hold of his upper arm, I guided this silly man out of Mistress Andrea's office and down the hallway to our dedicated medical playroom. The padlock on his chastity cage jingled, as my heels clacked against the tile, each step resonating through my body. I could feel my nipples harden underneath the latex of my uniform, as I anticipated the session ahead. 

Once inside, I directed him to the waiting examination chair, its straps and restraints glinting menacingly under the harsh fluorescent lights. With a shaky breath, he lowered himself onto the cool surface as I sat on the nearby toilet and explained his fate.

I took a moment to explore my latex-clad body, as his cock twitched in the metal bars of his cock prison. I felt so sexy and in control! 

Placing a hand on his shoulder, I leaned down and whispered in his ear. "You're such a good boy for taking your punishment so well. Now it's time for your first enema."

I could feel his entire body tense as I reached for the lubricant, squeezing a generous amount onto my latex-gloved fingers. I slowly slipped my index finger past his tight ring, working it in and out to loosen him up. He let out a desperate moan as I stretched him open, the sensation both pleasurable and terrifying. My other hand picked up the nozzle of the enema bag, cold and unforgiving in my grasp. 

Once the nozzle was inside him and he was fully restrained to the chair, the door flung open and the "Doctor" entered the room. Her stiletto heels clacked on the tile floor, drawing his tear-filled gaze away from my gloved hand. 

Mistress strode over to us, her eyes lingering on the sight of his vulnerable form spread out before me. With a flick of her wrist, she turned on the valve, releasing the flow of soapy water into the nozzle. I pushed it deeper inside his anus, watching as it slowly disappeared inside him. 

After he had endured the indignities of the two enemas, Mistress and I returned to the room to find him seated on the toilet in shame. Sweat was dripping down his back as much as it was for me, as I adjusted my slutty nurse costume that clung to me like a second skin. 

Mistress handed me a clinical and frightening looking, ribbed prostate massager. Yikes!

She ripped open a fresh condom that was pink in colour, and expertly rolled it over his metal chastity cage. It looked so pitiful, trapped there and now encased in a reservoir of pink latex. I giggled, feeling a surge of power course through me.

With a cruel smirk, I pressed the sterile toy into his loosened entrance, watching as the ribs slowly slid inch by inch inside him. He pleaded and begged with us..."no, no please! Not like this!" He mewled. 

 
I twisted the wand and gently rocked it, searching for that elusive bundle of nerves. I applied more pressure to his prostate, using short, rapid movements. His breath hitched in his throat as small dribbles of cum started to leak from his cock cage and collect into the condom. 

"Good job, Nurse Summer," Mistress intervened. "That will work perfectly as lubricant." 

Work perfectly? I thought to myself. Work for what..?

Watching Mistress take control was like witnessing a work of art come to life. She removed the pink condom from his chastity cage, his cum pooling inside it. She held up the results of his humiliation, dangling it before his face and teasing him. 

He watched in horror, as she used the collected results of his anal-milking, to lubricate the large strap-on she was now wearing, before bending him over like a bitch. 

The head of her strap-on brushed against his already abused hole, coated with his own jizz. He whimpered and begged her not to fuck him (no safeword spoken btw). But the Doctor was relentless. With a single, powerful thrust, she impaled him. 

She set a brutal pace, fucking him mercilessly as he writhed and whimpered. I put my hand over his mouth to shut him up. His muffled screams filled the air, mixing with the slap of leather against flesh and the wet sounds of penetration. 

Mistress finally removed herself from his ravaged ass. He collapsed on the table, panting and sobbing. I helped him to stand, steadying him on his wobbly legs. 

"Now, it's time for the final stage of your treatment, young man," Mistress purred, gesturing to the medical treadmill that was in the room, complete with an anal hitching post. (You can read more about what this is, here: Treadmill with anal post

I don't think we could have fit any more humiliation and vulnerability into the scene, but somehow we managed to. His cock cage was never removed...

AI Summer and Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

 

 

No Scrubs

Continued from: The Nurse and the Doctor

I guess we're doing another medical fetish scene. That silly, middle-aged man from the previous scene is on his way to The Facility. Time to get out of my scrubs and into my doctor mode. Hehe 

As I previously mentioned, this one was going to be both Summer and I, playing the roles of Doctor and Nurse for our sniffling, humiliated client. 

We both went and got suited up together, as you saw in the last post: 

Yep, we look hot!

The A.I. wrote some of this one, and surprisingly, from Summer's perspective. Which we haven't done before. Lets give it a chance and see how she does. 

As I stood in front of the mirror, I smoothed my hands over the slick, skintight latex of my nurse's uniform. The white material clung to every curve, highlighting my round breasts and nipping in at my waist. I admired the way my ass looked in the reflection - firm an enticing, begging to be spanked. 

My stockings ended in a tantalizing tease just below my garters, and the red strappy heels added an extra four inches to my height. I felt powerful, sexy and in control. 

As I clicked down the hall I could already hear the spanking well underway. A fleshy, sharp barrage of smacks and soft whimpers. 

When we designed this session, the first stage for this poor client was CFNM. The humiliation of being out-of-shape and fully naked in front of Mistress.

Next she was going to apply and lock a metal chastity cage around his genitals and flaccid penis...no brainer there. Male's typically don't even enter her presence without being locked up. 

She would have done a weighing on the scale and some humiliating comments about weight-loss goals and "man-boobs". 

He would be apologizing and shamed at this point, which is the best time to go over her strict lap for a spanking. 

I had since changed and walked in to her office when the spanking had ended, but I certainly heard it from down the hall. There she sat, resplendent in her dominance behind the clinical glass desk. Her shapely leg crossed over the other and she bobbed her high heel off her hosed toes. I bit my lip, my body responding instinctively to her commanding presence. 

In the corner of the room, Edward stood completely naked and vibrantly reddened, a testament to Mistress Andrea's skilled hand and whatever else she used to cause the welts. I could hear some gentle weeping from the corner, adding a touching vulnerability to the scene before me. 

Mistress looked up from her fake chart, her blue eyes meeting my smile, as I closed the door behind me. 

"Ah, Nurse Summer," she purred, "thank you for your assistance with our client today." She arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing across her lips. "Now tell me, have you reviewed his file? What do you think our little patient needs today?" 

I licked my lips, my heart pounding in my chest. 

"Well Doctor, in the case notes I am seeing weight gain, chronic masturbation and several concerning fetishes involving women's undergarments. I believe we should start with a thorough cleansing. Perhaps an enema would be appropriate?" I offered, watching as Andrea's eye gleamed with approval. 

"And then, Ma'am, I think some exercise would do him good - maybe some time on the treadmill with the anal hitching-probe, just to keep things interesting." I continue, my voice dripping with excitement. 

Mistress Andrea taps her chin thoughtfully, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I like where your head is at, Nurse Summer. But let's not forget about the piece de resistance - a prostate milking. Make sure you put a condom over his cock cage first, we need to collect any semen that may dribble out.

I nod eagerly, and Edward is released from his humiliating cornertime, having just listened to our entire conversation. His breaths came quicker, and I could see his cock straining against the confines of the chastity cage. 

The mixture of fear and desire painted across his face made my own pussy ache with need. Poor boy, I thought, he has no idea how much worse it's going to get! 

Nurse Summer and Mistress Andrea xoxo

Continued in: The Perfect Lubricant

Medical Room?

Continued from: Major Renovations

By special request, we were asked if we had or could do a medical fetish room. Sure we can! I still have the outfit somewhere. 

So does nurse Summer! What a little cutie patootie...

Can you picture her, speaking to you in her French accent while her gloved finger probes cold lubricant into your asshole?

This poor fucker didn't pay for both of us, so he'll have to settle for lil' ole me. 

I was equally skilled with the cold lubricant though, as his legs hung helplessly open and vulnerable in the exam chair. 

Yikes, those were big beads! 😬

This young man was given about an hour head-start on the session, after he took a good thrashing over my knee. His penis was confined in a metal chastity device and his instructions were to clean himself out. 

Here, I'm explaining to him what an enema is and how I'm about to start the flow of warm soapy water into his bowels. He was so horrified and mesmerized he could only apologize and kiss my high heels.

There we go! Nice and full. Let those soap-suds do their job. I explained to him that in my absence, he would be required to give himself a second enema, a flush of clear, clean saline, which I had ready. 

I'll make him hold it in until I can see the beads of sweat begin to form on his forehead and lower back. The urgency to release becoming more mentally frantic. I'll torment him, telling him his cock cage won't be unlocked if he doesn't hold it for me. 

Once I see him broken and begging, this is where I will take my leave. I don't need to hear, see or smell what's about to happen. His instructions are to be fully cleaned out for me, or face severe consequences. His penis remains locked...no additional supervision is needed. 

This was the hour head-start I referenced. It will take him about that long to release, flush and release again, spending a significant amount of time with his thrashed backside on a hard toilet seat. Yes, this was by design. *evil chuckle*

It gives me time to go and change, then the actual session begins, this was all just the logistics phase.

How do I look?  

"I'll remove your cock cage if you suck a dildo on the toilet seat for me..."

How humiliating! He is returned to the scene, where he so recently experienced the sounds and splashes of his own putridity. Kneeling and sucking a dildo for me. 

His simulated and "forced" bisexual, medical scene did not end there. He took more cock for me with those giant anal beads up his ass.  

And of course...there was a a reason why I wanted him cleaned out for me! Look at this desperate little slut.

Well...how did we do? Shall we keep the medical fetish room? I just put on my skin-tight scrubs. 💝

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Nurse and the Doctor

Sears Wish Book

Continued from: Miss Julie books the taboo farmhouse

Julie, now dressed like a retro little girl from the 60s,  made her way down the creaky stairs and toward the sound of her "Uncle's" leather belt, being applied to bare flesh. Her "Auntie" Lorraine invited both she and her role-play "cousin" Patrick, to witness Claire's punishment strapping.

Claire had apparently attempted to fiend illness to get out of going to school. Her dishonestly was being harshly addressed by her "Daddy's" belt, all while her "brother" Patrick and visiting "cousin" Julie, knelt and watched on in horror. 

The scene was unfolding similar to this: 

Poor Claire's princess parts and little pucker were aimed directly at Julie and Patrick. Her floral-printed panties that once offered some modesty, were nowhere in sight, long kicked-off by her dangling legs.

Julie's butterflies raged with intensity and despite the dreadful scene she was witnessing, she couldn't help but feel her own princess parts, tingle to life. This was an adult woman, likely a wife and mother who booked the farmhouse experience for her own reasons. She dangled over his knee in such a vulnerable manner Julie thought, all while dressed like a little girl and crying out "Nooooo Daddy!" 

In that moment, as Julie began to squish her thighs together and feel her heartrate increase, she longed to take Claire's place and dreaded the thought of taking Claire's place. 

The poor girl ended up burring her nose back into the corner, on her knees as her sobbing echoed off the wallpaper around her. The scene looked like this, as Lorraine approached, now wielding a hairbrush. 

Patrick and Julie wanted to cry out "mercy," mercy on her behalf! "Not the wooden hairbrush, she's been punished enough," they hoped. 

Lorraine spoke in a no nonsense manner:

"Would you like to head up to the bathroom for your enema young lady, or would you like to go over my stocking tops for a dose of the hairbrush?"

Through her sniffles and snot, Claire managed to crackle out a, "bathroom please Mommy." She was then released from the corner and physically ran out of the room and up the stairs with her palms covering her rosy red bum. 

"And you two!"

"Oh Shit!" Julie gulped. 

The vicious hairbrush being wielded by Lorraine was now being aimed at her and Patrick in the most threatening of manner. 

"You two better get up to your rooms and wait there, you're grounded!"

"What, for what??" Julie thought to herself.

"Julie, I received a call from Becky's mother. It seems we need to have a little chat about your attitude of late." 

"And Patrick, did Daddy read the note you brought home from school because I certainly did and you're in deep trouble Buster Brown!" 

There it was! The butterfly-inducing injects that had been built into their sessions, based on their preferences for discipline questionnaire. 

Julie and Patrick both responded without hesitation and in succession, before scurrying up the stairs to their childish bedrooms. 

"Yes Auntie." 

"Yes Mommy..." 

They passed poor Claire waiting in the bathroom. Obviously this wasn't her first rodeo at this farmhouse or her first retention of an enema. She anxiously waited for her "Mommy" with her bare bottom hole facing the open doorway and her red bum still glowing with heat. 

Julie thought to herself in that moment, that she'd likely accept the enema into her bowels too, if it meant avoiding a hairbrush spanking. 

She wondered if Lorraine would make Claire hold it in for awhile until cramping begins? Or maybe Auntie would only let her release a little ounce or two at a time? What was inevitable however, what Julie continued to ponder, was that Claire's sore bottom would be forced to sit on that hard toilet seat for an extended period of time, adding to the longevity of her overall punishment.  

These thoughts passed quickly, as Julie began to reflect introspectively on her 16-year old self, her attitude in that period of time and the fact that she was now grounded to her bedroom to await God knows what next!

Would it be Unckie's belt, that she just had the arousing horror of witnessing? Or maybe it would be Auntie's slipper or carpet beater, right in front of her cousins too!?

"Shit, shit, shit!"

Julie had an idea to sneak across the hall to Patrick's room. She wanted to ask him if he had ever done this farmhouse experience before, what the hell does being grounded mean and what would happen to them next. 

Julie could hear Claire crying from the bathroom and begging Lorraine for permission to release her soapy enema, all amidst loud, explosive sounds of gaseous water, echoing in the porcelain bowl and splashing into the water.

Julie's mind was reeling from all of the stimulus and vulnerability of this experience, she was beginning to panic. She tiptoed across the hall, hoping to not be caught out in the open while supposedly grounded to her room. She didn't want to knock as Auntie or Uncle might hear. She cracked the door quietly and crept into her cousin's room to ask him what happens next. 

She let out an audible gasp at the sight before her. Patrick had his shorts and tightie-whities completely off, his five digits wrapped around his erect dick, and a Sears Wish Book propped up on the bed.

Julie remained in the room as Patrick scurried to hide his erection with a nearby pillow. Regardless of how evident the scene was, Julie took the opportunity to whisper as loud as she could. 

"What were you DOING?!" 

As if it wasn't obvious. Tissues, wastebasket and you might be curious about the Sears Wish Book? 

Julie could see the opened page on the bed now. 

Remember dear readers, this space is set in a different era of nostalgia. There are no phones and no computers allowed, so the clients are immersed into a decade where these things hadn't been invented yet. 

What has been deliberately placed in the farmhouse though, especially enticing to my silly male clients, is a trusty old Sears Wish Book. A common and reoccurring treasure of this period of history.  

Flip to around the middle of these ancient tomes and you'll find six, maybe seven pages of great big satin panties in white and beige, girdles and a selection of dainty hosiery and bras. If you're lucky enough maybe one of them would be in black lingerie this year, revealing a more dominant "Mommy" aesthetic. 

My naughty male clients, now free of their chastity cages but denied their modern masturbation fuel, have nothing left to turn to, literally, but to turn the pages of a trusty women's "delicates" section of a Sears Wish Book. Haha!

Aren't I cruel? Staging something so sinister. They're probably used to wanking it while watching 4K high-def, ass-to-mouth, dungeon lezdom porn right? Let's see how they manage with only an image of a giant pair of beige panties!

*sinister laugh*  

In the client's welcome package, masturbation is not necessarily prohibited at the farmhouse, just don't get caught with your silly dick in your hand boys, or double-clicking your mouse, girls! This place has a woodshed to be marched out to remember? The consequences could be severe if your "Auntie" or your "Daddy" were to find out you were masturbating. 

Julie, now in the driver's seat, stood before her groveling cousin as his obnoxious erection began to shrivel. Whatever would she do? 

Tattle on him? Tease him? 

Try to use this information to save her own keister from whatever she had coming? Hmm...

Perhaps Julie may answer herself...which could dictate the direction of the next iteration of this experience. 

Would she tell her Uncle, to fuel her burning desire to watch a heterosexual man get spanked over the knee by another man? 

We shall see.

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Don't make me come up there!

 

 

 

 

 

Bella takes a humiliating Enema

Continued from: Summer moves in with me

Summer, who now lives with me about 70% of the time when she's not at work, eagerly agreed to help me in the dungeon with my sex slave, Bella. Linked here, is the first moment Bella orgasmed from anal only, along with a few other posts about her transformation into a slave: Bella's Pony Play

During Bell's Pony Play, linked above, I had her pussy locked up in a chastity belt leaving anal as her only vessel of pleasure. She actually had a squirting orgasm from being fucked in the ass!

It was so epic and powerful for her that she's become a bit of an ass-slut. She's frequently plugged under her vanilla clothing, including at work! She finger-bangs her asshole in the shower when I order her to and she loves a good strap-on sodomizing. 

She was all booked for an anal training session today and the fun twist, is that my beautiful Summer is going to help!

We discussed the session details over breakfast. Bella was due to arrive at 10AM and in vanilla clothing, but wearing her slave collar. I didn't have to tell her which collar to wear today as she has several options. She knew who and what she was going to be when she got here!

Summer and I greeted Bella when she arrived. Her face was burning with embarrassment, now realizing Summer would be involved with her training today. 

We quickly got her down into a kneel with her palms open on her thighs and legs spread. She performed this position by simply being given the slave-command of, "open". 

I actually said, "you remember Summer, don't you slut? Open for her". 

Then Bella got into position and faced Summer, offering herself. Such a well-trained slut I have here!

Summer couldn't help but rub it in a little when she spoke to Bella. 

"I like your collar slave girl", she chirped. 

Bella just moaned out loud while I watched her shoulders begin to tremble in anticipation. 

I reinforced with Bella, why she was here today and loosely generalized what we would be doing in the dungeon, without showing my entire hand of course. Some things had to be left to butterflies and anxiety of the unknown.  

Summer surprisingly piped-up and told Bella to lay prone on her back, a very vulnerable pose to be forced into. 

"Mistress tells me you actually orgasmed from just anal?" Summer asked her. 

Bella closed her eyes for a moment, feeling deeply embarrassed, before replying, "yes Miss Summer". 

I think I'll give her a timeout facing a mirror to start with. Her hands on her head, fully nude and forced to just stare at the rhinestone lettering of the collar. 

Starting her off with a long few minutes of shame and degradation will get her in the right headspace and get her pussy ridiculously excited. My vanilla-world, corporate executive was so ashamed and vulnerable. 

She kept her gaze focused on her reflection as she heard me speak to Summer. 

"Remember that outfit we discussed huni?" I said to Summer. 

"Yes Mistress, shall I go change", she replied. 

"Yes please. I'm going to take the slut to the dungeon for a quick whipping, you can meet us down there when you're ready", I said. 

"Yes Mistress Andrea", Summer politely replied. 

I glanced to Bella, who's body was now fully trembling after hearing one of her trigger words, "whipping". 

Just like a spanking enthusiast, they love hearing the word "spanking" said aloud, to seal their fate. It's all part of their mental fantasy when not in a scene. They'll fantasize about the moment they are told they're getting a spanking. 

There's a huge difference for someone like Bella, hearing: 

"Go upstairs and wait for me young lady". Versus: 

"Go upstairs and wait for me young lady, it's time for your spanking", with that final word accentuated and emphasized clearly.

She needs to hear the word "whipping". Then feel that pit-of-the-stomach dread that follows. 

Bella spent another ten minutes at the mirror while I changed into something a little more dungeon appropriate, then it was time to begin. 

I took the naked and trembling Bella into the dungeon space and gave her moderate whipping on her bare butt. I made her hold both of her nipples with her fingertips, so her arms were out of the way. I commanded her to stand on her tip toes and hold that position, while I gave her about 40 lashes with this suede beauty:

Not too much, just enough to awaken and tantalize her beautiful skin, making her more responsive and sensitive to touch. 

I shackled Bella up in the medical fetish space to wait for Summer, who I actually heard clicking down the stairs toward us. 

"Slut...meet Nurse Summer. She's going to give you a nice, warm enema before we get started", I cheerfully explained. 

Summer gave me a look, as if to say, "I've never administered an enema before", all while Bella whimpered in shame.

"We need to make sure you're filthy backdoor is all cleaned out for us", I added. Bella groaned at my choice of words, loving and hating the way I was speaking about her asshole. 

"Nurse Summer, do you have the enema syringe all prepared?" I asked her.

Hehe...look at my little cutie!

We got Bella unhooked and to her feet. Her humiliation levels were so high that she began to try and hide her tits and pussy, all bashful and suddenly shy. 

I scolded her immediately, for trying to cover her most intimate areas, then slapped her ass and said, "hands on your head and spread". 

Summer ordered her into the medical examination chair and I bound her legs to the stirrups. What a horribly vulnerable predicament for her. 

Who are we trying to fool here? Using words like dreadful, ashamed, embarrassed and humiliated was exactly the feelings Bella craves to experience. As soon as Bella reluctantly got into her position and spread her legs in the stirrups, we could see she was absolutely soaking wet!

I showed Nurse Summer what to do next, by starting with her gloved finger, gently massaging lubricant up Bella's anus. 

Next came the enema syringe of warm saltwater. The tip of the syringe looked more like a hollow butt plug. This was inserted into Bella's ass and we listened to her moan like a whore. 

I told Summer to slowly and gradually press the warm water into Bella's bowels. I watched Bella's lower belly distend a bit, as she took the full syringe. She had a look of urgency on her face. The cramping in her bowels must have begun and her need to release becoming more urgent.

She begged and pleaded with Nurse Summer to let her use the toilet. 

I looked at the clinical clock on the wall. "Hold it for two more minutes my little ass slut, then you may release". 

I undid Bella's calves from the stirrup bondage and she waddled over to the toilet box. There is an actual, flushable toilet within this device, it just looks really savage and dirty, like a galvanized pail in some dirty jail cell that you're forced to do your business in.  

I like to use the wooden box veneer with the toilet seat attachment, to make the submissive feel more dirty and dehumanized.

Release she did! There was plenty of loud splashes, some gassy liquid noises and a great deal of just running water sounds. I told Bella yesterday to have her rectum squeaky clean when she arrived, which she totally did. This enema was more for show, to humiliate and degrade her. She was already squeaky clean. 

We left the medical space after Bella was finished on the box and I got her bound to the St. Andrew's Cross. Once she was spread wide and captive for me, I locked her pussy up in a metal chastity belt. 

Three attached padlocks securing the metal screening over her wet cunt, all while keeping her asshole bare and open. I added another devious accessory to her breasts, I think she was all prepped to begin!

"Mistress, what's on slut's nipples?" Summer inquisitively asked. 

"Those are electric shock pads Nurse Summer, I can control them with a remote!" 

Summer squealed with excitement! "Can I have the remote Mistress?!" 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Bella's Anal Training