Home Sweet Home

Continued from: The Huntress

So we land in YYZ, Summer and I, having enjoyed a lovely week in Paris together. We grabbed a limo for the trip home, slightly exhausted from the flight. I was eager to wash the travel off me. Summer was too. It was nice to be home again...

Until...I walk into my living room to this scene! 

Both of us giggled out loud. Cassie fuckin' kills me sometimes!

You can see for yourself, but Summer and I walk in on her gaming, on the couch, looking like she's been smoking weed all day. Her bratty, Nike High Dunks are resting on the back of some ridiculous male submissive who she has dressed in lingerie and heels. 

Within her strict gaze, a second pathetic specimen of a male, kneeling and gussied-up, head-to-toe as a French Maid.

Apart from Cassandra's munchies on the end-table, the place was actually spotless, the fridge was full, and the sinks and toilets sparkled. Ha! She and her sissy maids can house-sit for me anytime!   

In the vanilla world, this would of course be a shocking scene to walk in on. Here at my Facility, it was simply a Tuesday. The poor sissies had such pouts on. Just sickened with humiliation, especially after Summer and I showed up.

Remember the infamous Mistress Elaine? The British woman who would totally own these poor submissive men by dressing them in layer upon layer of satin and petticoats, heels and hosiery. 

This poor chap she always addressed as "Vicky". He always had the same pouty look on his face once she had him fully made-up. It was a look of such defeat, just nauseated with humiliation. 

There's the look. Isn't Vicky a precious little gurl? Silky-smooth and hairless.

Mistress Elaine was notorious for using the full stainless chastity belts on Vicky and some other sissies who made appearances. One of them even had an electric-shockable anal attachment that locked onto the main chastity belt. That was a wild video...watching her torture this poor dude's rectum, while he begged and squirmed around on the bed in vintage lingerie and a dress. Totally something Cassandra would do... 

Apart from torturing her sissies, Mistress Elaine would often get them fully dressed-up and their little dicklettes locked away, before making them perform curtsies, to humiliate them. She would make them mince around the house and serve as Victorian-era maids.

Her scenes always involved Vicky in shit for something or Vicky had not performed a clean enough curtsy. Mistress Elaine would then spank, cane and paddle his bare bum, then peg the sissy with a strap-on. What a Goddess huh? She wielded a wonderous cocktail of physical and psychological dominance. 

I read somewhere that she was actually the seamstress or dress-maker, who custom-designed these satin and ruffled outfits. Who wakes up one day, with a skill-set like she has for these lovely artistic creations, and decides to start making them in men's sizes, to eventually keep a stable of sissy maids? Haha...amazing.

Good for her! 

Come to think of it, I should have a dress-maker on staff at The Facility. Some of these silly males would go beet-red if they had to come to me to be custom-fitted for a sissy dress. Something like this perhaps, for the most masculine of my submissive men?

A skilled seamstress could also add the lockable features for me, to any sissy outfit. These little additions are an absolute must for any sissy of mine!

Yes...on their bras too: 

It's one thing to forcibly feminize a male submissive as a form of control, punishment and humiliation, but you can take it to the next level psychologically, if their delicate attire cannot be removed without bolt-cutters or the keys! Lol...

 

Anyway, back to Cassandra... 

She had a padlock on the neckline of the maid dress one of her men was currently wearing. She also had their high heels padlocked to their feet. Good girl, Cassie! I taught you well. 

I noticed the dude in the pink lingerie had an inflatable plug up his ass. Typically something you would use to stretch and prepare the area for a good fucking. 

I gestured toward the sissy with the plug and asked Cassie, "are you preparing her pussy for something?"

Cassandra replied and pointed to the man in the maid's dress, then to the sissy on his hands and knees.

"Yes Mistress Andrea, this one (maid) is going to fuck this one (lingerie), but they didn't want to participate in anything homosexual, they're both straight." 

Ok...well how is one going to fuck the other then? I thought to myself...

Ahhh...leave it to Cassandra and her creativity, to push the limits of these two without breaking the limits. 

Is it still gay if it's not your own cock? 

Summer and I may have to stay and watch this go down...

Stay tuned. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: Is it Gay?

 

The Cute Couple

Continued from: When the Cat is Away...

I'm awe-struck once again. My face and neck are all hot and blotchy and I'm sitting here squishing my thighs together. Why, you ask? Because Goddess Vanessa is sitting directly across from me at my dining room table. 🔥

She came over for another brunch date, where we all gas-bag and whisper and giggle about our various exploits. This is the first time I have seen her since she had a handful of my hair, forcing my mouth onto her gorgeous pussy. 

Gawd, that was a hot playdate with her! Do you remember that one? I certainly won't forget. I want to crawl under this fuckin' table and go down on her right now. NO! I want her to snap her fingers and point to the floor and TELL me...to crawl on all-fours over to her and make her cum with my mouth.

I got up and went to the kitchen to snap me out of my daydreams, before I soaked through my friggen panties. Mimosas, and I whipped up a roasted beet, blood orange vinaigrette, early Fall salad. Root veggies to celebrate the Autumn Solstice, but still the bright flavour profile of warm September days. 

The girls both took a bite and moaned onto their forks. Success! Haha. 

There's no better compliment for a Chef or Cook, than to hear a woman moan in pleasure from the dish you've made her. The three of us are certainly no strangers to hearing each other moan. It immediately sexualized the conversation and Vanessa took center-stage, offering us another glimpse into her wildly unique relationship. 

You know how cute couples sometimes have cute little routines? Thursday is date-night. On Sunday's we go for a bike-ride or Friday is movie-night...

While sipping away at my mimosa, I heard ALL about Vanessa's cute routine that she enforces with her hubby, Derek. I listened on, once again in awe of this Goddess and totally aroused. It had been about a month since Vanessa told us that her hubby finally took a real cock and lost his sissy virginity. Apparently Anthony fucks him on a regular basis now. They are trying to get Derek to the point where he can cum from anal only and spurt a sissygasm from his cock-cage.

Now, in the latest development, Summer and I had the pleasure of listening to Vanessa's tales about her new routine. 

Like many suburban husbands, he gets home from work, pulls into the garage and shuts the overhead door. All seemingly vanilla yes? 

As you know from the previous stories about Vanessa, she keeps Derek's penis locked in a chastity cage. He wears the cage 24/7, under his work attire and while at home. What I didn't know until now, is that she also makes him wear panties and hosiery under his boy clothes. 

Apparently he is permitted full-size pantyhose or stay-up stockings. Nudes, navy and black are his approved colours. His panties are usually much more effeminate and frilly with softer shades of pinks, reds and pastels. She'd like to go with a bra too, but it would be too visible under his men's shirts, in the presence of his co-workers. 

This is where the ritual begins for poor Derek. Goddess Vanessa's does not permit Derek to be in male clothing in the home anymore! Like ever. Hehe...what a cute couple! He is literally not permitted to enter the home in the state of dress you see above. 

As he gets out of his car his eyes dart to the high heels that await him, and the perfectly placed giftbox containing a bra. With a face flushed by shame and humiliation, he begrudgingly undresses down to his panties and hosiery. He accesses and attaches the bra that Vanessa prepared for him, then the heels. 

Derek steps backward into a metal cage, hobbling on his heels and reaches his hand toward the clasp, to click a padlock shut. 

The "man of the house," who's penis is in a chastity device, is standing in a locked cage, in panties, a bra, stockings and heels, waiting for his wife to come retrieve him and permit him access to his own home.

Vanessa is a fuckin' Rockstar!

Derek was mindful to neatly fold his silly boy clothes into the basket provided and place his male footwear beside. When Vanessa eventually comes out to get him, she'll unlock his cage and invite him into the home. 

Access to the garage is locked by Vanessa, along with access to his male clothing that remain cast-away and discarded on the floor. 

He moves as quickly as he can in the heels, as Vanessa hastily follows behind, smacking at his ass if he is not moving fast enough. His high heels carry him all the way upstairs to his sissy bedroom. Derek no longer shares his marital bed or matrimonial room with his wife. He is down the hall in a spare room that is adorned with soft pink hues, make-up, perfume and feminine wigs.

He is met with the sight of an elaborate sissy outfit that has been laid-out for him by Vanessa, with all the accents and accessories. And apparently, with few exceptions, this exact ritual happens EVERY day!

Sometimes Derek finds a maid outfit waiting for him, other times it's a schoolgirl uniform but those two options are typically reserved for the weekends. During the week, his clothing at home is that of an exaggerated, elaborate little girl. Hemlines are short and voluminous, bows are satin and sleeves are full and puffy. 

Derek sits at his vanity mirror and does his own make-up now. He'll do his nails too, if they need it and he selects and styles a wig if one has bee laid out for him. Then he will dress in the outfit provided and click downstairs to find his wife. Here he will make the big reveal and perform a curtsy to her. 

"So...are you two even intimate anymore?" Summer asked innocently. "Like do you have sex together, without Anthony?" 

"Oh, of course." Vanessa replied. "Sex for Derek is just a little different now." 

I giggled out loud. 

"Oh yes, yes. I've had them do this before. So emasculating, I love it." I said, as I referenced some previous encounters with chastity boys. 

Apparently Vanessa loves it too. 

Who wouldn't!? You can fuck as long or a short as you want with exactly the size dick you want and fuck it as hard or a gentle as you'd like, without some silly boy finishing into you in 37 seconds.

If I was male, Goddess Vanessa would have me cumming into her in 19 seconds flat! She's actually doing Derek a favour, it's the humane thing to do. She's just too damn hot and sexy. 

"Do you do the mouth one too?" I asked Vanessa. 

She answered excitedly. "Oh yes, totally. I love it when his nose dabs my asshole." 

I began to explain to Summer that "the mouth one" meant a dildo that is wo...

"Oui Mistress, I know. You made me wear one and do that on YOU once." Summer interrupted me. 

I blushed. Remembering back to a time in the old house, when I had Summer in the dungeon space and in a dildo gag. I steering the conversation back to Vanessa.

"And he's pussy-free still...asshole and feet only?" I asked of Vanessa.

"Yup." She replied confidently. "He can taste my pussy, but only this way..."

Vanessa pulled out her phone and showed us a picture of Derek she took recently.  

What a Goddess!

Well if all this doesn't get you in the mood for Locktober, I don't know what will. 

Speaking of which. I need to book an appointment with Russell. We had a deal and it's almost time for him to pay the piper! 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

 

Continued in: She-Devil

  

Husband gets Blacked

Continued from: "Thank you for fucking my wife"

Derek's stomach twisted with repulsion and humiliation, as his tongue diligently explored the vascular surface of Anthony's cock. Vanessa stood close-by, ensuring her sissy husband cleaned all remnants of her tangy pussy from Anthony's cock and balls. Derek's embarrassment had reached a pinnacle of emasculation, or so he thought. With no safe-words spoken from her delicate sissy husband, Vanessa took this as a queue to continue her relentless torment. 

"Stand and curtsy to Anthony please honey, thank him for letting you clean me off his beautiful cock," Vanessa cooed to Derek. "And address him as Daddy!"

Derek stood in his elaborate sissy attire, the layers of ruffles and bows a visual representation of his vulnerability and submission. The room seemed to hold its breath as he performed his embarrassingly dainty curtsy and whispered, "thank you Da...Daddy. Thank you for letting me clean your cock." 

The corners of Vanessa's villainous lips curled into a devious smile, watching her husband struggle through such intense humiliation. Yet, she knew little glossy strands of pre-cum would be oozing from his chastity cage and wetting the front of his delicate satin panties. 

Vanessa then turned and spoke to Anthony. "I'm going to change into a little something for you my lover. Can you take my husband upstairs and spank him for me? On the bare please. I want him nice and red before you fuck him." 

Derek's mouth went dry and his hands began to tremble. The gauntlet had just been laid out by Vanessa, as to what the rest of the evening would entail. His heart pounded in his chest as he carefully negotiated the stairs in his darling Mary Janes. 

Anthony waited for a safe-word to escape Derek's painted lips and left enough time for him to protest or tap out of the scene. Upon hearing neither, Anthony continued where Vanessa left off. 

"Dress off and panties off young lady. Park your nose in the corner. Daddy will be up shortly." 

Anthony's deep voice reverberated through Derek, causing his bottom lip to quiver as he tried desperately to fight off tears. 

Derek took a deep breath and exhaled with a sigh of humility and sexual frustration, as he caught his own reflection in the vanity mirror. His gaze caught site of his flaccid penis, trapped behind the metal bars of chastity. This caused Derek's mind to turn quickly back to the giant penis he recently had in his own mouth and the way it tasted of his wife's arousal. Derek's mouth began to water slightly, as he reflected on Anthony's glistening cock.  

After spending a little too long at the mirror, mesmerized by his own transformed reflection, Derek suddenly heard heavy footsteps ascending the stairs. He quickly rushed to the corner, as Daddy had instructed. He certainly didn't want to face the consequences of being out of position when Daddy entered the room. 

The floors creaked behind Derek, letting him know that Daddy was now in the room and witness to his dreadfully vulnerable state.

 

"Well young lady," Anthony spoke sternly. "You heard your wife, get across my lap." 

Derek shamefully shuffled toward the couch, no longer having the protection of panties to conceal his "clit cage". The culmination of all the night's embarrassments, frustrations and humiliations had finally brought Derek to his breaking point. He froze in his tracks and began trembling and bawling his eyes out, desperately pleading with Anthony.

"Please Daddy, don't spank me!!!"

"I'll put out for you Sir, I will! You don't need to spank me!"

Derek's degrading pleas for mercy continued, as Anthony's muscular hand grabbed onto his wrist and man-handled him across his lap. 

Derek's shameful blubbering continued, as the first of the heavy smacks began. 

"Please Daddy, noooo....don't do this!" He cried out. 

Amidst the commotion of pleas and heavy slaps, Vanessa clicked into the room, just as her husband was mewing out a very degrading, "I'll put out for you Daddddddddy!"

"Is that so sissy?" Chimed Vanessa. 

"Show me..." She hissed. 

The defeated and reddened Derek, delicately took Daddy by the hand and led him over to the bed. Vanessa joined the two so she could continue to reassure and coach her husband.  

"Derek," Vanessa's voice was both commanding and nurturing, "I want you to begin by undressing Daddy, slowly and deliberately. Pay attention to his reactions and his desires."

Derek's heart raced as he absorbed Vanessa's instructions, his emotions a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. 

"Once you have undressed Daddy," Vanessa continued, her voice steady, "focus on his pleasure. Attend to his needs, ensuring that he is comfortable and satisfied. It's your task to get Daddy nice and hard for you sweetie. Once he is, you can offer him your bum." 

With a mix of humiliation and embarrassment, Derek followed Vanessa's instructions, slowly turning around to face Anthony on his hands and knees. He felt a shiver of vulnerability as he presented his asshole to Anthony, fully embracing his role as a submissive sissy eager to please.

Vanessa watched with delight as Derek assumed the position, his frilly socks and shiny Mary Janes emphasizing his femininity. "Good girl," she praised, her voice dripping with approval. "Now, wiggle your bum and ask Daddy to fuck you like the sweet little sissy you are."

Anthony, now fully aware of Derek's willingness to submit, stepped closer to him. His hands gently caressed Derek's smooth hips, tracing the contours of his delicate frame. The touch sent shivers down Derek's spine, and he couldn't help but let out a soft whimper of anticipation.

Vanessa remained by Derek's side, offering soothing words of encouragement. "Relax, my sweet sissy," she whispered, her fingers gently running through his hair. "Take Daddy's dick into your bum, just like a girl.”

Anthony couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Derek's locked-up genitals, dangling helplessly beneath him as he obediently wiggled his spanked ass. The contrast between his own fully aroused manhood and Derek's chastity cage was stark and visually striking. It only further emphasized Derek's submissive position and his complete surrender to their desires.

Vanessa, who was watching the scene from the bed, leaned in and whispered in Anthony's ear, "Look how desperate he is for release. That locked-up penis is dripping for you my lover."

Anthony grinned, fully aware of the power dynamics at play. He stroked Derek's exposed bottom, teasing him before gently sliding a finger along the outline of the chastity cage. Derek let out a soft moan, torn between the desire for release and the thrill of being under their control.

"You must be craving release, my little sissy," Anthony said with a playful glint in his eyes. "But you know you won't get it until we say so."

Derek could only nod, the intensity of the situation overwhelming him. He was aching for release, yet the chastity cage reminded him of his role as a sissy, denied of conventional pleasure but rewarded with penetration, just like a girl. 

Vanessa interjected, her voice filled with authority, "You're not here for your pleasure, sissy. You're here to please Anthony and me. So, show us what a good fuck-doll you can be."

Derek's heart raced as he felt Anthony's cock pressing against him, seeking entrance. He braced himself for what was to come, ready to submit fully to their desires and become a vessel of pleasure for both of them.

("Seeking entrance". Well done Chatty!)

Vanessa, being the Goddess that she is, masturbated on the bed while listening to the symphony of grunts and pleas coming from her husband. 

"Please Daddy just slow down. Oh god Daddy it's so big." Derek was bawling out into the room. 

After several toe-curling orgasms for Goddess Vanessa, she stood back to witness the dramatic climax of Anthony shooting his hot cum into her husband's ass. It was a beautiful sight to watch. Derek was truly a Queen of Spades now. 

Two things became clear after this wild night. 

I doubt Derek will ever again have conventional sex like a "real man"... 

...and Goddess Vanessa was my new fuckin' hero!

Oh boy I have a girl-crush. Just look at her! 

Mistress Andrea and "Chatty"

xoxo

Continued in: The Cum Brat

 

 

 

 

Shattered Masculinity

Continued from: Smooth Reflections

"Don't be shy sweetheart, open your closet," Vanessa mischievously purred to her husband Derek, as he stood in a ridiculous pair of satin panties and ruffled knee socks, ending at pastel pink Mary Janes.

Derek audibly gasped as the closet door creaked open. 

Ruffles, lace, and an abundance of pink dominate the space. The once-dull and monotonous men's wardrobe has been replaced with a kaleidoscope of colors and textures, reflecting his sissy persona.

Vanessa, with a smirk on her face, guides Derek through the treasure trove of garments. She takes great pleasure in presenting each piece, highlighting its unique features and the significance it holds in their dynamic. From frilly dresses to lacy petticoats, the closet tells a story of what is expected of Derek in the future of their relationship. 

Derek's eyes widen with a mix of excitement and apprehension as he explores the feminine ensembles before him. He runs his fingers over the delicate fabrics, feeling their softness against his skin. Each item is meticulously chosen to accentuate his curves, emphasizing his sissy identity and reinforcing his submission.

Vanessa, understanding Derek’s need for deep humiliation, indulges his desire to be dressed as an elaborate little girl. She selects an ensemble with meticulous care, ensuring that every detail contributes to the transformation.

The new outfit, tailored to accentuate Derek’s femininity, features a fluffy, pastel-colored dress adorned with lace and ribbons. The fabric is soft and comfortable, designed to create a sense of innocence and playfulness. She accessorizes the outfit with a matching hair bow, to compliment the frilly socks he was already wearing.

As Vanessa dresses Derek in the elaborate little girl attire, a sense of vulnerability and surrender washes over him. He allows himself to embrace the childlike innocence and playfulness that the outfit represents, willingly surrendering to the nurturing care and guidance provided by his wife.

In this new persona, Derek finds solace and a temporary escape from the responsibilities of adulthood. The transformation into an elaborately dressed little girl allows him to explore a different facet of his submission, finding comfort and security in the role that Vanessa guides him through.

"Go ahead little one, twirl in the mirror for me," Vanessa teasingly cooed. 

Derek's stomach was sickened with butterflies of humiliation, as he took in his full form in the floor-length mirror and performed a twirl. His bottom lip began to tremble as he crawled to Vanessa's lap for support. 

As Derek kneels before Vanessa, with her commanding presence, she poses a thought-provoking question, asking if he deserves to have conventional sex like a “real man” would.

The question hangs in the air, laden with implications and challenging societal expectations. Derek’s heart skips a beat as he processes the inquiry, his mind racing to find an answer that aligns with their unique dynamic. He understands that their FLR encompasses a different set of norms and desires, and conventional definitions of masculinity may not hold the same weight within their relationship.

Derek’s thoughts swirl as he contemplates his response. The chastity cage restrains his desires, reinforcing the control that Vanessa holds over his sexual pleasure. He considers the depth of their connection, the fulfillment he finds in his humiliation, and the satisfaction he derives from serving her in ways that extend beyond conventional notions of sex.

With a mixture of vulnerability and conviction, Derek meets Vanessa’s gaze and answers truthfully, his voice trembles with shame and inadequacy. 

"No Ma'am."

He acknowledges that their dynamic transcends conventional expectations and that the fulfillment he experiences through his submission and service to her far outweighs the desire for conventional sexual encounters.

Vanessa observes Derek’s response, her eyes softening with empathy and understanding. She recognizes the vulnerability it takes for him to acknowledge his limitations within their dynamic. In that moment, she reassures him that his worth and value as a submissive partner are not tied to conforming to conventional expectations of masculinity or sexual encounters.

"This is why I have to fuck Anthony, honey, I hope you understand that?" Vanessa coos. 

With a gentle touch, Vanessa places her hand on Derek’s cheek, imparting a sense of acceptance and reassurance. She reminds him that Anthony should be here soon and that she needs to get Derek's make-up on. 

"Make sure you curtsy and address him 'Sir', as you answer the door sweetheart," Vanessa sternly reminds Derek of the respectful protocols. 

As the doorbell rings, signaling Anthony’s arrival, Derek’s heart races. He takes a deep breath, summoning the courage to step into the next phase of their dynamic. With Vanessa’s guidance, he descends the stairs, his frilly dress fluttering with each step. Her words ring out in his mind, making his tummy ill with butterflies. 

“Remember, sissy, your purpose is to please and serve. Embrace your role and trust in our dynamic.”

With those words echoing in his mind, Derek opens the door, revealing Anthony standing before him. Derek performs a dainty curtsy, his voice soft and submissive. “Welcome, Sir,” he utters, his wispy feminine voice carrying a mix of nervousness and obedience.

Anthony’s eyes scan Derek from head to toe, taking in the sight before him. A smirk forms on his face, a mix of amusement and intrigue. He nods in acknowledgment and steps inside, ready to explore the depths of Vanessa’s desires with Derek as a submissive participant. A participant who was swiftly excused to the corner of the room by Vanessa. 

After some small talk between Anthony and Vanessa, she summons her husband from the corner and asks him to "look after" Anthony. 

Derek approaches, swallowing a lump of jealously in his throat and fighting off tears. 

"May I show you to my wife's bedroom, Sir?" 

As Derek utters his request in his wispy feminine voice, a moment of anticipation hangs in the air. Anthony’s gaze lingers on him, studying the submissive sissy before him. He takes a moment to consider the proposition, understanding the dynamics at play and the power exchange that has brought them together.

With a nod of approval, Anthony acknowledges Derek’s request, his voice commanding yet tinged with a hint of amusement. “Lead the way, little girl,” he responds, his tone conveying a mix of authority and ridicule.

Derek’s heart quickens as he guides Anthony toward the bedroom, his delicate hand gripping Anthony’s firmly. He feels a sense of both nervousness and excitement, knowing that his purpose in this moment is to serve and prepare Anthony to please Vanessa.

As they enter the bedroom, Derek’s submissive nature takes over, and he gracefully takes on the role of Anthony’s obedient attendant. He fetches towels, lubricant and discreetly arranges the room, ensuring an environment that will cater to Anthony’s desires and his wife's pleasures. 

With each subtle movement, Derek's femininity and submission are on full display. He maintains an air of grace and obedience, his voice remaining soft and deferential as he addresses Anthony. “Is there anything else I can do to assist you, Sir?” he asks, his words carrying a mixture of deep shame and humiliation. 

Anthony’s gaze travels over Derek’s delicate form, appreciating the effort and devotion he has put into his sissy role. A smile dances upon his lips as he responds, his voice firm yet appreciative. “For now, sissy girl, your presence is enough. Remain attentive and ready to serve.” Derek dipped into a shallow curtsy and responded. 

"Yes Sir," 

Derek's words trembled from his mouth, as he kneels to wait for the arrival of Vanessa. 

Mistress Andrea and "Chatty" 

xoxo

Continued in: Sissy Husband Fluffs