French Cut

Continued from: Pretty Please

I just watched the new movie trailer for Napoleon. My word does it look epic! From a Director who is no stranger to bringing us epic films. 

Speaking of the French, and my French-speaking wife, Summer, have you ever seen anything more feminine, elegant and beautiful as this? 

This is a picture that Vanessa took of Summer a few weeks ago, before they both left for a flight from YYZ to Atlanta and back again. It was like click-bait for her fetish-fans, she was totally sucking them in with the amplified elegance of French-cut hose. 

Our slutty Secretaries, Bella and Sarah Jane, back in the office, took this image and started featuring it on the fans sites. They were creating a decent amount of hype online, like real-estate agents seem to do these days when they try to entice a bidding war with their "coming soon" signs.   

Well...the hype certainly worked! Summer's French-cut hose, worn in her hot, leather, high heels aboard a round-trip to Atlanta, had 45 bids at the starting price of $89.99 and 67 people watching. Not too shabby! Fast-forward to today, the two foot-Goddesses Summer and Vanessa have Russell in my bedroom, in a pilot's uniform and I'm not sure if he realizes just how lucky he is.

Lets poke our head in on them and see what these two vixens are doing with poor Russell shall we?

Suntan French-cut this time? Well done Summer! They look fantastic. The scent from Russell's current predicament, must be intoxicating. 

As he inhales deeply, he is met with a heady combination of Summer's natural scent and the lingering fragrances of her perfume and body lotion. The fabric of her pantyhose carries the scent of her most intimate area. Russell feels a rush of both submission and arousal. 

Vanessa hits record on all the video equipment in the room, to capture the magical moment when Summer gently rests the gusset of her well-worn pantyhose against Russell's nose. 

"Do you know how much people pay us for these tights, Captain?" Vanessa firmly spoke. 

I guess their naughty little production has a script too! Cute. 

Russell's gasped for air as Summer removed her plump ass from his face, allowing him to breathe and respond. 

"No Ma'am," he gasped out. 

"You should consider yourself very privileged, Captain," Summer added, as she slips out of her high heels and places her hosed foot on Russell's nose. 

He can feel the warm dampness emanating from her sole, as her delicate arch came to rest on the tip of his nose. The unique blend of the day's toil, the warmth of the leather heels and the faintly lingering notes of lotion enveloped his senses. 

They certainly put on a good show for their fans, teasing the poor "Captain" with the most powerful of the human senses. The one most associated with the limbic system of the brain, which is involved with vivid memory and deep emotion. 

Their photo and video shoot wrapped up with the two little vixens tangled in a passionate embrace. Their bare breasts were mashed into one another while Summer was engaged in a lovely French-kiss. 

When it was all said and done, Summer, being Summer...surprised Russell by jumping into his arms and cooing to him in her baby-voice. 

"Thank you for helping us Daddy." She purred. 

"Oh dear...ok sweetheart. I'm happy to have helped." 

Russell awkwardly chuckled, likely trying to hide the fact that he has a massive boner in his pants from this whole ordeal. 

I'm sure if I inspected the inner front of his underpants, it would be dabbed like a bingo card with glassy little stains of pre-cum. 

Spanking Russell the other day, watching him trust me enough to open his raw emotions during his spanking, and now seeing him "under the stiletto" once again, I couldn't help but feel an old spark ignite within me. 

I thought I'd try my luck and see if he felt the same way toward me, as he did a decade ago. 

The girls disappeared to finish up their content editing. I playfully sat on the bed and summoned Russell to join me. As he got closer, I extended my feet and instructed him to remove my heels for me.

I started innocently enough. "These ankle straps are tricky, can you kneel and help me honey?"  

"Yes Ma'am." He quickly responded.

It would seem that spanking the other day, did him some good. Good boy!

I invited him up on the bed and we chatted, reminisced and giggled about our old D/s days together. 

"Do you remember when you used to worship my feet for hours?" I purred to him, all while kicking up my feet right by his face, and crossing my ankles in the most dainty of position. I swayed my feet back and fourth with the motion of my knees. Was I being too forward?? Haha.

Finally, I felt his strong hands grabbing the top of my foot, while his thumb gently traced a line down my tender arch. *Moaaaaaan! Gawd damn, I felt that right in my pussy!

"May I, Mistress Andrea?" Russell chivalrously asked. 

I purred back to him. "Mmmmm, you may!" 

He didn't miss a single inch of my feet and toes. His mouth felt so good. The sucking sensation on my baby toes had me reaching inside my panties and diddling myself to a shuddering orgasm. 

I encouraged Russell to relieve himself also. Between his time with the girls and now watching me orgasm while my toes were in his mouth, I'm sure he was quite aroused and desperate for release. 

The girls might be the foot-porn stars but let me tell you, I'm no slouch either. Look at my pretty little piggies! 

For the sake of his bare butt, let's hope Russell remembers how he is expected to clean this mess up!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

 

Continued in: "And Thank you for Fucking my Wife"

 

  

Pretty Please

Continued from: A Punishment Spanking

In the days following Russell's punishment spanking, I was little more micro-managerial as it related to the office. I would make frequent visits and ask the girls what they had been tasked with. 

It seems I walked-in on "break-time", during one of the said tasks. 

"You didn't want to do the honours yourself Russell?" I teased, while looking down at his mid-section. 

He blushed and whispered back to me, "no Ma'am." 

Clearly his bare bum was still in no shape to be visibly exposed to his two subordinates. You're going to be feeling this for a week is what I was going for during his punishment the other day. I think I achieved my goal. 

"Well, lets take a seat for a moment, Russ. Don't you just love that she's forced to watch her own boobs in the mirror, flopping and dangling about?" I said, as we both sat and watched on.

"Bella huni, if she looks away from the mirror again, slap her." I instructed.  

We watched for a little while longer. 

"Just make sure it's not an all day break, ladies," I sternly counselled. 

"Yes Ma'am," they both replied. 

"Russ, the girls are almost home from the airport. Lets go help them with their luggage." I said. 

He whispered out a little, "yes Ma'am" to me. Hoping his Secretaries wouldn't hear. He must have thought they did hear him, because he felt the need to reassert his dominance as we walked out of the office. Silly man!

"Five more minutes ladies." He called out. "Then you can kneel and clean off that cock, Sarah Jane. After that, it's back to your desks, ok?" 

"Yes Sir," they both moaned out loud. 

Russell and I left them to their business. I was excited to see Summer and secretly excited to see Goddess Vanessa as I now call her. I wonder if she has any new tales about cuckolding her sissy husband?!

Russell helped the two of them with their carry-ons and after kissing Summer passionately, I went to greet the supreme Goddess who is my newest girl crush. 

"Hello Goddess Vanessa," I purred to her, as I embraced her into my arms. 

She giggled and blushed. "Ohhh Mistress, you're too much!" 

Meanwhile, I watched Summer do her best "Daddy's little girl" move, slithering herself onto Russell's lap. She must want something. Ha. 

I heard her crying out "pretty pleasssssse" to him in a baby voice, yet I didn't catch what she had actually asked him. She was bouncing up and down on his lap at this point.

With the added weight of Summer on his lap, I noticed Russell wince a little, adjusting his tender buttocks against the hard chair. 

"You better ask Mistress," I heard him say to Summer. 

Instantly, I get a "Mommmieeeee?" From her. 

*Sigh*...

"Yes sweetheart?" 

"Can Russell come shoot some content with us? We need a pilot for a new idea.” She mewed out. 

"Feet only?" I asked her. 

She looked over at Vanessa. 

"Maybe some bum too." Vanessa said. 

I nodded my head in a gesture toward Russ, then looked at Summer while raising an eyebrow and said, "soumis?" 

"Oui Maîtresse." Summer replied. 

Haha! Summer taught me some French. I can talk about Russell right in front of him now 😈!

Preserving the essence of their long flight in hosiery and heels, the girls clicked off down the hall to their special space to grab some film equipment and sealed baggies to eventually package up their tights. 

I took Russell up to my bedroom to brief him on what was about to go down. 

"Russell, I don't image you wish to end up over my knee again, do you?" I spoke firmly. 

"No Ma'am," he replied as he lowered his gaze. 

"The girls want to dress you like a pilot and create some content relating to their feet and high heels. I expect you to do whatever they say, is that understood?" 

"Yes Ma'am," he peeped out. 

"You used to worship my feet for hours back in the day, remember? This should be a breeze for you." I reassured him. 

We got Russell into the pilot outfit while the girls were setting up the video equipment in my room. 

There was a nice fire in the background, making their stilettos glow. This was of course complimented by a silly man on his hands and knees, where he belongs, in the presence of such elegance and beauty. 

Lets hope Sarah Jane doesn't walk in on this, and see her "Daddy" in such a compromised position. 

"He's all yours girls. Don't bother being gentle." I purred to them. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: French Cut

The Secretary

Continued from: Call me "Sir"

Meanwhile, back at MY den of debauchery, everything was seemingly vanilla. Everything except my wife Summer, who was dressed like a little girl, and my new idol, Goddess Vanessa, who came over for brunch before both of them had a flight to catch. 

The stuff that was coming out of her mouth, oh my word! About what she just did with her husband and her bull. I was blushing and covering my mouth. 

Her wild tales became the inspiration for the last few posts I made, as she told Summer and I about her unique relationship in extreme detail. I was calling her "Goddess Vanessa" to her face, I was so impressed. I treated the two of them to Montreal smoked meat, eggs Benny! A truly luxurious dish.   

When I served Vanessa she immediately said, "thank you Mistress Andrea, this looks divine." I responded with a, "you're welcome Goddess Vanessa," after hearing the descriptions of her playdate. I was actually feeling a little subby toward her, which is extremely rare for me these days.  

From the couch in the living room, Russ even cocked his head in our direction, his arm lovingly wrapped around his baby-doll, Sarah Jane. 

"You made him do WHAT?!" He shouted toward Vanessa, referring to something he overheard. "Good lord!" Russell said as he chuckled and tickled Sarah Jane who giggled in his arms.  

Russ and Sarah Jane had become such a cute and blossoming little BDSM couple. They adored each other, that was evident. Today she wore over-the-knee socks of a senior schoolgirl, a role she had spent some time in now, slowly but confidently earning her gold stars of progression. She looked super cute. His palm rested on her bare thigh, the lovely void of exposed flesh between her socks and flirty, plaid skirt. 

She still called Russ, "Daddy", but that was about to change. The next morning she was set to be promoted to the role of his slutty secretary, and she would now be addressing him as, “Sir". 

I think they celebrated with one last night in her "little girl" bedroom. Sarah Jane was a bit torn, she knew "Sir" would be a welcome escape from stuffed animals and pink sheets, but she would ultimately miss her "Daddy", and the comfort that space provided for her. 

I'm sure "Daddy" gave his little one a good “farewell for now.” By morning, her socks, kilts and Mary Janes would be replaced by pencil skirts, stockings and stilettos.  

Meanwhile, it was just Cassandra and I alone in the bar, Summer and Vanessa left for work. You know what pairs perfectly with the richness and luxury of eggs Benny? Champagne! 

After two glasses Cassie was offering me a lap dance and pole dance. I got comfortable on the couch to watch her sexy little frame, gyrate and sensually sway like a cobra. 

She slowly stripped her top off, one arm at a time, followed by her little bra, before spinning her bare back into the pole. 

Gawd she is sexy! As you can probably imagine, things escalated from there. 

The Champs had gone right to my pussy, which tingled like the bubbly I continued to suckle off Cassie's nipples. 

Cassandra begged to go down on me. She knows I like it when she flips to full blown submissive for me, even though her verbiage is not as eloquent and refined as her Mother, Bella. 

"Please Mistress! Please may I taste your hot cunt!" 

Trucker mouth...sheesh! 

When her Mom goes down on me, she asks my permission like she's speaking to Queen Victoria in 1837. 

What an eager little tongue though! Holy Christ did I ever cum. 

In preparation for Sarah Jane's promotion, Cassie and I had spent the past few weeks converting a loft in my home, into a cool office space with a bit of a steampunk feel to it.  

It served as a fantasy space for Boss / employee scenes for my clients who wished to be spanked by their a lady boss. I was letting Russ use the space to further train and condition Sarah Jane. The Secretary stage is one step closer to Sarah's ultimate goal of reaching the Upper Floor. When promoted to that illustrious rank, she would become a sex slave to multiple partners, couples and required to serve at large parties or events.   

Russell and I both agreed that Sarah Jane would benefit from a mentor. Who better to join her in the office space than my beautiful Bella Goth? A woman of incomparable grace and elegance, who happens to be my owned sex slave and has already been promoted to the Upper Floor. 

I can think of no better mentor for Sarah Jane to help her make the transition from a "little one" to a "big girl." 

Of course these two will need a boss, Russell, to keep them in-line and on task. Bella and Sarah Jane will actually be doing work in this space. We have so much online content, client bookings, fetish sales and the fan sites for Summer and Vanessa to manage. 

We'll see if Russell can manage these two with his firm leadership. I just hope he doesn't get too distracted, we actually have deliverables that need to be accomplished here. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: "Forced" Labour

Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 2

Continued from: Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 1

A Sarah Jane story 

In my last post I blogged about my initial experience in the "shoe closet", which is the fetish room at Mistress Andrea's Facility, exclusively dedicated to foot worship. I use the term "initial experience" because the torture and torment I was enduring had only just begun. 

Miss Summer and Miss Vanessa, both dressed as Flight Attendants, had me gagged and bound to a chair with a remote vibrator up my pussy. I was being forced to watch a slideshow of women's feet, women's footwear and women's feet in bondage, all while the vibrator pulsed and buzzed inside me. 

Essentially I was being forced to orgasm, while looking at images of feet. I thought it must have been some sick, twisted manner of slave conditioning. Forcing me to associate my own pleasure with something I don't find pleasurable...feet!

Apparently Mistress Andrea does a similar conditioning program with male slaves. I learned about it in my junior school classes. Tactics like only unlocking a male's penis to masturbate or edge him, if he sucks a realistic dildo for her. Or only unlocking his penis for a hand job, if he's fully dressed like a sissy girl. Powerful stuff!

After my second shuddering orgasm, directly into my panties, maybe their tactic was starting to work and break me down. Maybe they were altering my mind a little. Some of these images were undeniably gorgeous! 

 

What I also began to notice and appreciate, was how much some styles of female footwear, emulate the look of bondage. Is that done on purpose? To deliberately or subtly display a female to the rest of the world as confined and bound, beginning with her feet? Or is it just to sexualize the feet? 

That might be too political and too deep for me to comprehend right now, certainly when there is a vibrator trapped in my pussy. 

Quite sexy I must say. A look that belongs in a BDSM dungeon as much as it belongs at a courtyard bistro. 

Before I had the chance to embarrassingly and shamefully cum a third time, to feet porn, the vibrations ended and the slideshow monitor darkened. Summer and Vanessa returned to the room and removed my gag and bondage. I was mortified when she reached for the toy in my pussy, having to negotiate the gusset of my panties which were drenched at this point. 

I was knelt before the pair of them and Summer used me as a seat. 

"How do you feel?" Summer asked me. 

I replied that I was embarrassed. Embarrassed that I was forced to cum to images of female feet. 

She then encouraged me to cradle her high heel with my hands, and rest my lips against her gold anklet that encircled her nylons. 

While I was still in a kneel, Summer told me to unfasten the ankle straps of her heels and slip them off her feet. Vanessa moved in closer so I could undo her heels also. I was forced to rest my nose inside the high heel of Summer and manually masturbate to orgasm. Despite my gut-churning humiliation, I came almost instantly before my head was moved into Vanessa's high heel, so I could repeat the degrading process again. 

With my body still trembling from the orgasms, I was laid prone on my back, as they took turns resting and running their nylon soles over my mouth and nose. There was a dampness I could feel in the nylon and definitely a scent, but not an unpleasant one. 

I spent the next few hours kissing and licking their hosed feet and toes, their shoes and even a pair of boots that Vanessa put on. Their feet were not dirty, nor was their footwear, but I felt dirty and degraded by performing these acts. Dirty and degraded enough that my pussy remained soaked throughout this whole ordeal! *Sigh

In the time I spent in the "shoe closet", I had gained a new-found appreciation for just how sexy a woman can be, below the knees, if she puts the effort in. Vanessa and Summer's feet are absolutely pristine. I learned about the use of toe rings, nail polish, anklets and hosiery. All things they told me I would need to know, before I ever make it to the upper floor.  

Summer wrote me a proper report card of my experience in the shoe closet. I had to take the report card to the Headmaster for review. I think she had been overly gracious with my grades. 

Categories like eagerness and enthusiasm I got a B minus when I probably should have earned a D! I'll have to thank Summer later, if I had a D on my report card I wouldn't be sitting comfortably for a week and I'd likely be demoted back to diapers and onesies. 

Nevertheless, I was still punished. I am required to achieve straight A's only. The Headmaster had me spend 30 minutes in timeout, in just my bra with socks and shoes while he prepared a note to take home to my "Daddy". 

(Which is funny because it's the same person playing both roles! *blush) 

I'm not sure what the note said when I passed it to Daddy, but it must have rhymed with "Daddy's Belt". I got a good lickin' over his knee when I got “home”. Over my skirt first, over my panties and then on the bare. 

When my belt strapping ended, I watched as Daddy placed the final gold star on my chart, under the category of "feet appreciation". I wiped my tears and hugged him, thanking him for consequencing me and the promotion to "senior school". 

Finally, I was going to be free of this room and upgrade to a "big girl's" room and big girl's bed. I was excited! 

I thought I better thank Daddy, before jammies and bed and possibly...the last night spent in this frilly, pink room.

Thank you Daddy. 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: "Big-Girl Room"