The New Recruit

Continued from: Sarah's Junior School

If you remember back to the post called Slave Sisters, I set my wife Summer up with Russ and Sarah, under the masquerade that the two women would be having a playdate with "Daddy". The additional façade, was that Summer needed to be babysat by Russ because I was going on a date!

It was actually a business meeting, it didn't quite turn into a date until the end of the night, after too much bourbon. 

Remember Vanessa? The Flight Attendant who works alongside Summer.

*Phew* Yes, this little rocket! 

Vanessa first appeared in my crosshairs long ago, around the same time I learned Summer would occasionally sell her used nylons and high heels after flights. Vanessa was apparently the co-worker who taught Summer about this naughty little side-hustle and how to post images like so. This is Vanessa below. 

Since that time, Vanessa was the Maid of Honour to Summer, when she and I got married. I think Bella might have tongue-banged her in the pool that night, if I remember correctly.

Anyway, I set a meeting with Vanessa, not to talk about her pussy, rather, her feet. She's made a little bit of money off the foot fetishists over the years, I wanted to ask if she was ready to go pro.

How do you conduct a job interview for the position of: foot fetish model who will also be selling her nylons, shoes and socks?

"Ummm, Vanessa, show me your feet." 

 

"Congratulations, you're hired." 

She was more than eager to accept and after some legal paperwork in the days following our meeting, some talk of finances and a make-out session on my front porch, Vanessa now worked for me. She and Summer had full reign over the "shoe closet", as it has come to be known, the area at the Facility dedicated to feet, heels and hosiery. 

Cassandra helped with some of the photography work and marketing as usual and before long, Summer's feet pay-site was once again spinning triple 7's!

The girls would literally have to prove to potential buyers, that the pantyhose they boarded the flight wearing, were the same ones they were peeling off, eight hours later before sealing and shipping. It was a lot of dicking around but through pictures, codes and short videos, they maintained the continuity of this process. 

Sometimes they would come right home from the airport and immediately head to the "shoe closet". After I give my sexy little wife a smooch of course. 

I guess this was the critical time to capture all the magic, that first moment they pull a tired foot out of a hot stiletto. 

Now with the pair of them playing footsies, literally, the popularity of her site went through the roof and sales almost doubled! As for actual clients attending the "shoe closet" to have a live-session with both Summer and Vanessa, the cost is astronomical. Yet that space in the Facility is constantly booked solid. 

You know what I say? I say good for them! No one should judge these two. 

They found a little niche in this wonderful world of kink and they're profiting from it. Cripes, if I could sell pictures of my back deck to some lumber-fetishist, I totally fuckin' would!

"Oh Jesus that's a nice deck! That's a nice deck-pic!"

"Is that White Cedar? God I can picture running my nose across it. That deck must smell so good!" 

"Send me an unsolicited deck pic, like randomly when I'm at work. It'll be hot! Like I don't know it's coming and I open my phone and BOOM! It's a picture of your deck. I'll even pay for it, like money for it, please?" 

LOL...right?

It costs like $11.99 for a head of Iceberg Lettuce these days. Fuckin' right I'd sell you my best deck pics!  

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Beautiful Brainwashing

 

 

 

Sissy's morning Ritual

Continued from: Sissy slave to a couple

On Saturday mornings, Lexi's cell door electronically unlocks at 7AM, the exact time his alarm clock sounds. I can picture him waking up in a daze, cloaked by Disney princess sheets and looking down at his sheer lingerie. He would feel his morning erection competing with the rigid bars of his chastity cage and would be feeling the thin band of his thong panties, riding into his ass crack. 

Brad and Erin are undisturbed by their sissy and get to sleep in on Saturday mornings, while Lexi heads for the shower. He is then responsible for doing his own make-up and wig and is required to re-dress in the same lingerie he slept in. 

Any deviation of this morning ritual, would result in severe punishment and likely a month or two added to his next chastity unlock date. 

To compliment Lexi's sissy attire, some strappy heels are provided in his room. Strappy so his toenail polish can pop, a perfect match to his pink outfit. 

Next comes the first of many, major humiliations of the day for poor Lexi. Just outside of his sissy bedroom, in the gentlemen's palour and adjacent to Erin and Brad's bedroom, this awaits: 

The picture doesn't do it a ton of justice as there's nothing to compare the size to, but it's a giant, realistic, black cock. 

Lexi knows what is required of him but is always apprehensive at first. 

Fearful of additional punishment, Lexi continues with his morning ritual. He gets down on his knees and takes the vascular, giant black cock into his mouth and just holds the pose. It's now around 8AM and by the rules that Erin has establish for her sissy, this is the way she wants to find him, when she wakes up. Feminized, denied, humiliated and holding a great big cock between his painted lips.

"Good girl!" Erin will coo to him, when she finds Lexi exactly how she wanted him positioned. 

Yes, in case you are wondering, Erin wears bedroom heels in the mornings, because she's a hottie. 

Erin then releases Lexi and they both click into the bedroom and over to the unwashed laundry hamper. Lexi has to kneel and find the panties that Erin wore yesterday, under her business attire, as Brad watches on. 

Cornertime is far more embarrassing and shameful when you have to hold an object against the wall with your nose. I've seen this done with a coin or with a piece of paper, the shamed individual is under strict orders that they will be harshly punished if the item drops. Additionally, with their nose pressed to the wall, it causes the bum to jut-out nicely and is a good way to present a spanked bottom. 

Erin uses a similar tactic, only her method is a little more devious. She makes poor Lexi open the inner gusset of her panties, the one's she was in all day yesterday, and hold the delicate material against the wall with his nose. 

How dreadfully humiliating for him, and the worst part is yet to come. 

Haunted and enchanted by the lingering scent of his Mistress, Lexi now has to listen to her have sex with her husband Brad. Lexi is under very harsh threats to not let the panties fall to the floor and sometimes his wrists are even cuffed behind his back. 

Painfully, Lexi now hears the unmistakable sounds of a cock being sucked, a pussy being licked and that first audible gasp from Erin, as she takes Brad's entire length into her pussy. 

Poor sissy can do nothing but listen and focus on that panty gusset with all the wonderful scents it captured a day earlier. 

The over stimulus that Lexi was now experiencing, combined with his crushing humiliation and having to listen to Erin and Brad both orgasm, had his little cock straining in its cage. 

Then came the gut-sinking order from Erin, one that Lexi knows well, from having performed this Saturday morning ritual many times before...

"Alexis huni, clean him up," escaped Erin's lips. 

Lexi slowly reached for the panties he was holding against the wall with his nose, still not letting them drop. He folded them carefully and neatly, trying to prolong the inevitable for as long as possible. Eventually, he hung his head in shame and wobbled in his heels toward Brad. 

"May I please clean you off Sir?" Lexi managed to squeak out, before dropping to his knees. 

"Of course," Brad cheerfully replied. 

Erin watched on as her husband guided Lexi's head onto his cock. Lexi cleaned down the shaft of the erect penis with his mouth, sucked a few times and polished each of Brad's balls with his tongue. 

"Thank you Sir." Lexi peeped out, after removing Brad's dick from his mouth. 

Brad began to head for the shower and in leaving, heard Lexi ask Erin, "may I please clean you up Ma'am?"

Once Brad's cum was suckled from Erin's hot pussy and swallowed by Lexi, this officially represented the end of sissy's morning ritual. 

Gawd damn this sounds so humiliating for him!

Could it get any worse? Silly question likely...of course it will. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Wait for him by the door

 

Sissy slave to a Couple

Continued from: Thanking after Spanking

One of my readers has asked for a rather specific scene to be played out. Apparently it's been a recent daydream / fantasy he's been having and would like to see it come to life at my Facility. 

In short, he would like to be a sissy submissive to an alpha couple, but only on the weekends. The fantasy sounds almost like some manner of judicial sentence, "serving weekends" so to speak. This poor sissy spends his vanilla Monday to Friday, in 24/7 chastity and panties. Then, at the end of his workday on Friday, he is required to report to the Facility for "check-in", where he will remain until late Sunday. 

It's really no different than sissy Kaylee's arrangement, yet rather than the same-sex, dominant couple of Summer and I, this sissy reader wanted to try a 'Ma'am' and 'Sir' configuration, with plenty of emphasis on ritual, structure and humiliation. 

We'll call this hot little, power couple, Erin and Brad. Erin is a nurse but has since been promoted to a managerial role at the hospital. Brad is a paramedic. These two enjoy a very robust BDSM lifestyle together, with both of them playing switchy roles, as their mood dictates.

Their weekend sissy slave is named Connor, however, once he reaches the Facility he is addressed only as Lexi.

Lexi is required to submit to both Erin and Brad but Erin is his primary dominant and keyholder. Upon check-in, she wastes no time in getting his silly boy clothes off, stripped right down to his feminine undergarments and chastity cage. 

Rather than panties under his Monday to Friday attire, Erin makes Lexi wear a panty girdle. She likes how restrictive and constrictive the old-fashioned shapewear is, to contain Lexi's chastity cage and provide him a more of an hourglass figure. 

Through a combination of shaving and electrolysis, Lexi is hairless from his neck down. Beneath his panty girdle which Erin made him remove, you would see his cute little clitty, safely locked away to prevent any stimulus or masturbation. Here's a picture of Lexi's humiliating predicament. 

Lexi is marched through the house, bare naked in only his clit cage. He becomes dreadfully embarrassed if he sees Brad, who is usually in the kitchen prepping dinner. Brad typically just drops a "hi Lexi". Brad is not too keen on seeing or interacting with Lexi unless he's been fully feminized. Both of them are straight males, so I guess that makes sense, somewhat. 

That being said, "forced" feminization becomes the next stage of check-in, as Lexi is taken to the sissy bedroom, in front of the vanity. For the added effect of being "forced", Erin binds Lexi's ankles and wrists to the vanity chair, facing the mirror. Lexi's fingernails and toenails are then painted, usually pink or red, before Erin applies his make-up. 

A wig is applied next, followed by a humiliating sissy outfit with hosiery and heels. Lexi is told he will be getting a spanking and is left to hang on those words and anticipate Erin's firm hand. 

Erin takes her time, heading back downstairs to the classroom to collect a few items. She favours a leather strap, a wooden hairbrush and one of her sandals which has a flat rubber sole. 

This spanking is not the "main event" of discipline that Lexi will receive this weekend. This is merely an entry spanking to set the tone. 

Still in her strict corporate attire, Erin takes Lexi over her knee and begins with a warm up onto his layers of lace and frills. 

With the dreaded wooden hairbrush at the ready, Lexi's frilly bloomers eventually come down. He is spanked on the bare, brush included, until Erin is satisfied that he has entered the proper headspace to sustain his role for the weekend. 

Lexi's humiliation reaches a climax, when he is brought downstairs, now in the presence of the alpha-male, Brad. The entire situation and this arrangement, orchestrated predominately by Erin, is uncomfortable for both males in the room. 

Brad will awkwardly break the silence with something like, "uh oh, looks like someone has been a bad little girl." 

Poor Lexi has to stand in the timeout corner in silence, as Erin and Brad sit to have dinner. Lexi's disgraceful cornertime could be anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour, with his red bum on display. 

After dinner, Lexi's conditioning and training officially begins. Erin has been in her heels and business attire all day, while at work and remained unchanged during the spanking and her dinner with Brad. For the first time today, she finally slips out of her heels. Lexi is called from the corner and invited to kneel and rest his nose inside her high heel. 

Brad is still cleaning up the kitchen after dinner and by the time he comes to sit on the couch and watch TV, Lexi has now been permitted to massage and kiss Erin's tired feet. 

Today, Erin was wearing nude knee highs in her heels. Lexi was not permitted to remove them. He had to perform his foot worshipping over the thin and pleasantly-scented veil of nylon. 

Brad and Erin talked and watched some Netflix, as the white-noise that was Lexi, continued to kiss and nuzzle Erin's feet. 

This is all Lexi would be receiving tonight, as far as sexual stimulus goes. Just the scent and taste of Erin's hosed feet. Lexi gets sent to bed early while serving his weekends at the Facility and it was almost bedtime. 

Erin picked out some appropriate nightwear for the poor sissy and helped him slip the delicate little thong over his pink chastity cage. 

Lexi was kissed goodnight as Erin reminded him about his morning ritual, she pointed to the high heels she wanted him to be in by morning, to complement his sheer nightie

With that, it was lights out for sissy Lexi, as he heard the cell door to his princess bedroom shut and lock. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: Sissy's morning ritual

 

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

Pickle Barrel

Continued from: Foodie Porn

Did you notice in my last post that the word umami, is pronounced: "Oooo, Mommy"? 

A term I'm quite familiar with and I'm just as savory! Just sayin'. Haha

I digress. This post is not about me this time, it's about my beautiful and sexy fiancée Summer, and her growing number of fans. 

What started as a naughty but innocent revenue stream, when Summer would occasionally sell her worn nylons after a flight, has turned into a complete empire of capitalism. 

Have you ever seen a Pickle Barrel menu? It's like 38 pages long. It's like trying to read Great Expectations, all while a server looms over you, wondering why it's taking so long to decide.

Well my little Summer, provides so many delicious options to her fans and clients, that it would rival any 38-page menu from the Picky-B. 

Cassandra helped, with her knowledge of social media, combined with the new area I built for her in the Facility 2.0, the feet people are on the brink of banging down our door.   

My personal favourite, is a service she offers where a fan of hers just books the room, for a maximum of thirty minutes. Summer doesn't even have to be there! It's crazy. We don't film or ask questions about what the person may be doing in this room. These are predominately all males who are NOT in chastity devices...if you catch my drift....ahem.

They also have to consent to be searched on the way out, to ensure they have not stolen any of her shoes, socks or nylons. 

Sissy Kaylee comes in and does a deep clean of the space, after it has been rented, just in case. 

The business model is very much like a resort mentality, or the Disney business model. You've rented the space for thirty minutes, which is NOT cheap, oh but wait, you can also:  

• Add a souvenir to your existing booking, take home one of Summer's socks - $20.00
• Take home a photograph of Summer's bare feet and toes - $25.00
• Take home Summer's toenail polish - $35.00
• Leave with her most recently worn pantyhose - $55.00

And so on, and so on...escalating all the way up to premium packages, which of course, you first need to be a premium member. Enter the streaming service business model, who $12.99 per months you to death. Premium services then include: 

• Feet sniffing - $100
• High heel sniffing - $100
• Toe sucking - $200
• Full foot worship, toes, soles, ankles - $250
• Masturbating onto her feet (there's a catch with this one though) - $300
• Have Summer give you a footjob - $350

All of this, THEN take a souvenir home too! 

The items have been worn by Summer for various lengths of time in various circumstances. Athletic socks, stockings, knee socks, sneakers, high heels, sandals, you name it. It's all for sale with a premium membership. 

White, Under Armour athletic socks, worn for a 1-hour workout or run, is there a cost difference between these and say, suntan pantyhose worn for a 12-hour flight in her heels? Oh hell yes there's a price difference! 

It all kinda happened when Cassie and I created a more professional site for her, a pay-site that also required a membership. Within this pay-site was an online auction. This worked very well for awhile. 

After Summer moved in with me and decided she'd help with the clients and dual-Domme sessions, Cassie started to leak little hints on Summer's social medias that she was a practicing Dominatrix now, working alongside me. 

Suddenly, her fans who had spent years, following her pictures and purchasing her nylons, could actually meet her. They could be groveling on their hands and knees at the base of this stool, waiting for that first moment she begins to bob a heel off one of her feet and offer it to the silly male. 

She'll point and snap her fingers, directing the male's nose into the heel. He'll obey willingly. 

This view from this vantage point with the high-heel bob off the toes, is apparently like crack-cocaine!

Ladies, if you want to find the potentially submissive man in the room, some day you're with a bunch of people, in a large meeting, or in a classroom setting or conference...try the heel-bob. Hosiery and heels is best but bare and heels works too. 

Be dainty, be feminine, look as though you're in charge, then go for the toe-dangle and gentle bob. Once you've thrown out the bait, watch for the person in the room who is laser-focused on your feet. Quick little glances, trying to look away but keeps sneaking looks back, completely mesmerized. 

That's likely your submissive...

You've captured their gaze, they're frozen. They can't look away. 

Be their Medusa. Turn those silly males to stone! 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: House Warming