Major Renovations: Vanilla Space

Continued from: Interview with Cassandra Goth

Good morning everyone. 

Since Summer and I had a nice little break over the last while, with all the Kindroid and Tara Gregory posts that emerged, I am pleased to announce that we did a massive renovation on The Facility. Like massive! 

We're so excited to show you and our clients some of the new features of this place, which also doubles as our actual, vanilla home. Why don't we start on the vanilla side and we'll see if we can keep it vanilla for a bit...hehe (highly unlikely).

Summer is overjoyed to be your adorable little tour guide and of course she wants to play dress-up, relative to the type of room she is in. 

Take it away Summer...you show, I'll tell. 

We went for a cute little raised living room this time. A few steps up to a sitting area with television and comfy furniture. 

This area was a bit of a surprise to me, that Summer worked with the developers to create. She squealed and leapt into my arms after the big reveal. Yes I had to close my eyes and be led into the room by Summer's hand. *sigh*

With the elevated living room we noticed it makes us appear closer and more "present" in photographs. Like being closer to the ceiling seems to have changed the angle or perspective.

Cornertime too, in this room anyway, will look a little different now and possibly "closer". 

We didn't stage this one for the sake of the tour. Summer left our new bathroom a mess this morning and she got a spanking in her schoolgirl uniform. 

She'll be getting to know these two walls very intimately. Hopefully she likes the paint colour, she picked it!

The best feature of this living room, besides the empty time-out corner, is the way it looks down from behind railings, onto the two lounge areas. 

Isn't that delightful. Bar and lounge then a completely separate piano lounge, just for me! My heart! This was a huge surprise, the new grand piano. 

She went to change to show off the piano lounge. Rather seductively I might add. 

I played her a romantic cover song while she purred at me and behaved like a complete slut. 

So that escalated things...she still tastes like friggen gummy bears, btw! Mmmm!

Jesus...we couldn't even make it out of the vanilla space of our home, without someone getting railed. 

She watched me play another song for her, bottomless, just to drive her wild. 

I felt like that internet girl who goes by Gazmada. She's popular on YouTube for playing heavy metal covers on the piano, which she absolutely crushes, all while scantily or very cutely dressed. Heels, pantyhose, socks and knee socks. She'd fit right in with the culture of our Facility. 

What a little biscuit she is, huh?

Have a look at her lighting up some November Rain, and looking like a boss-bitch while doing so: 

November Rain, Piano Cover 

Hey, have heard the one about the tiny piano and the 12-inch pianist? lol... 

Looks like I'll have to turn this into a second post now, since our tour of the vanilla side of the house derailed significantly. Stay turned for the kink side of The Facility. I have a specialty, surprise room for Summer that she does know about. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Major Renovations: Heavenly Hash

 

Uniformity

Continued from: Is it Gay?

There had been quite a bit going on, leading up to the holidays, through the holidays, then Summer and I vacationing in France for a stint. In our absence, Cassandra let her wild-side shine through and had gone rogue. She was building a stable of sissy-slaves and doing God-knows-what to some other male clients of hers. I was feeling like I needed to right the vessel, restore some order and get back to the basics of what we do best at The Facility. 

"Good morning Mister! You're here for your spanking?" 

Could you imagine!!? The gut-twisting butterflies of being looked up and down by these women?

Some silly male, standing there fully naked in front of these four, covering his junk with his palms. His head would be lowered, occasionally glancing at their boots while feeling his face burn with embarrassment. The head-girl in all black, makes him choose which disciplinarian it will be for this session, herself included of course. They are equally strict, their scolding can reduce you to tears and each of them know exactly what you need.  

Uniformity. That's what I needed to restore at The Facility. Everything else would fall into place once order was regained through our high and tight conduct, professionalism, pride in one's appearance and attention to detail. No matter what language you speak, the appearance of uniformity is interpreted as authority. Once you walk through the doors of my Facility, you better believe that authority will be generously available.  

Summer was always at-the-ready to help with the clients. She brought along her bestie, Vanessa, or Goddess Vanessa as I like to call to her (major girl-crush of mine!). Cassandra...well...she needed a little more convincing to "get in line". 

Nothing that I couldn't handle though. She was definitely due, overdue even. A little too big for her britches as of late. 

I donned my very best, vintage "Mommy" look, dressed Cassandra like a little girl, and roasted her backside until she was sobbing uncontrollably. 

Tears, snot, mascara runs, and frantically trying to rub away the effects of my ebony hairbrush. Problem solved. Cassie was brought back under a bit more control. She told me a few days afterwards it was much needed.

With our new-found uniformity, working as a team and looking like a team, the girls and I got The Facility back on-track. Jan-March is a busy time of year for a Professional Disciplinarian. It's like my "tax season". Haha. Business was boomin'. 

Think about all the New Years resolutions, dry-Febs, new gym memberships and trendy diets. Many of my clients want my unique form of "extra motivation", to stick to their goals. Before long my Facility was once again buzzing with business. The sounds of straps and paddles meeting bare flesh could be heard behind the closed doors. Female voices cracking and crying out, "I'm sorry, Ma'am," and the bass of male voices bawling out "Mommy, nooooo!"

Domestic scenes, writing lines on a chalkboards, mouth soaping, office scenes, we did it all. 

Noses were once again in corners, right where they belong!

We were once again doing the world a service, for those strong enough to admit and seek-out what they know they need. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: 50 Shades of Red