Crying is not a Safeword

Continued from: Summer gets caught

Today is going to be all business with my poor Summer. She knows she needs to be punished and punished she will be!

Cassandra was under instructions to put Summer through the full "process" of being checked into my facility for a spanking. The check in process is meant to embarrass, humiliate and create deepened feelings of vulnerability, prior to a spanking commencing. 

This usually assists some of the more resistant or stubborn adults, as it sets the stage to let their emotions come to the surface. When the spanking eventually begins, it is much easier for them to feel remorse, shame and release anything they might have pent up. 

And it's a safe, judge-free environment to do exactly that.  

I have a feeling that Summer will definitely be in for quite the surprise. 

She arrived at exactly 9:55AM. Her appointment was scheduled for 10. She greeted Cassie properly with a formal and polite, "Good morning Miss Cassandra". 

Out of the corner of her eye she caught movement, suddenly realizing she wasn't alone in this waiting room. She sat down immediately with her back to the bare-naked male behind her. She was too embarrassed to turn and look. 

"Summer, what brings you to the facility today?" Cassandra asked purposely. I had trained her to ask questions like this, so the clients have to declare out loud, the reason they are there. 

Summer blushed deeply and lowered her head. 

"I'm here to be punished, Miss Cassandra", she mumbled out. 

"And why are you being punished?" Cassandra asked. 

Summer looked at her feet in embarrassment, the irony being that her feet got herself into this pickle in the first place. Then she looked slightly over her shoulder, like doing a blind-spot check. She was dreadfully aware that she was not alone in the waiting room.

"Mistress caught me selling my used nylons on the internet Miss Cassandra", she squeaked out. 

"I see", Cassandra responded with a scorned look on her face. 

"The room to my right Summer, the one labelled for both male and female, is a changeroom. Inside there are lockers. Please strip fully naked. Remove all jewelry, rings and watches and along with your purse and phone, place everything into an open locker". 

Summer was a bit frozen, perhaps in shock at the formality of all of this. She eventually composed herself, took a deep breath and obeyed. 

"Yes Miss Cassandra". 

Summer emerged several minutes later, mortified with feelings of embarrassment and humiliation. 

Cassandra escorted her to a seat in the waiting area, motioning for her to sit. 

"Miss Cassandra, when I closed the locker with all my things in it, it locked", Summer innocently said. 

"Yes Summer, Mistress is the only one who has keys to the lockers, and keys to the boy's cock cages. Isn't that right Kyle?" Cassandra teased. 

It just dawned on Summer, that the poor male sitting behind her, was the same male submissive that she beat and pegged in her first Dominatrix debut: Domina Debut

Now she felt even more embarrassed. Having to admit she was there to be punished, right in front of a male she absolutely, sexually owned, less than a month ago. 

Before she could protest to Cassie or ask for mercy, a ball gag was stuffed into her mouth and padlocked at the buckle. Her wrists were tightly bound behind her back, causing her to lurch forward in the seat. Then came the final and ultimate humiliation, having her legs forced open with a spreader bar, to expose her bare, bald, beautiful pussy. 

Cassandra sat back down and recited her usual script, that she does with all the nervous and trembling clients. 

"Alright you two. 'Mommy' will be here to deal with you shortly. You are both going to be punished in the room to your right. Please remember that crying is encouraged, but it's not your safeword. Nod if you understand me". 

They did. Summer looked on the brink of tears already. Cassie called me to indicate they were ready. 

I clicked into the room, confident and powerful, wearing my finest Mommy-wear, seamed hose and pearls.

"Kyle first please, Cassie", I commanded. 

She attended to him. Removing his bondage and gag. He was noticeably fighting off a little stiffy in his chastity cage.

I noticed Summer's beautiful puss puss was glistening with shame as well. She looked at me in panic and desperation. I didn't give her the comfort of a wink or a smile. It was all business today. 

"In you go Kyle. Mommy will be with you shortly. Park your nose in the timeout corner", Cassie hissed at him. 

For about the next twenty minutes, the deathly quiet waiting room was filled with the muffled sounds of wood and leather meeting bare buttocks and thighs. Summer's butterflies would have been raging in her tummy, especially when she started to hear the high-pitched yelps and pleas coming from Kyle. 

"No Mommy, please no! Not the hairbrush!" He was shrieking out, sounding more like a naughty little girl than a man. The sharp wooden smacks rang out again and again. 

When the room was once again silent, the door creaked open and Summer turned her head to see the puffy wet eyes and red-face of Kyle. She groaned into her gag when she saw the crimson redness of his bare bum, haloed around two white looking splotches. 

He was directed up on the stage by Cassie and put into his timeout position. 

"Undo Summer for me please Cassandra, then set a 30-minute timer for Kyle". I said. 

"Yes Ma'am", Cassandra responded. 

"Alright Summer Addison, follow me", I sternly spoke to her, slipping her middle name into the mix.

I raised my voice a little, to call out to the waiting room as Summer followed me into the spanking room. 

"Cassandra huni, bring me the foot cane. It's the thin one with the gold handle, behind your desk". 

"Mommy, please no. Not my feet!" Summer pleaded with me as the door shut behind us. 

I disregarded her pleas and began to describe the mechanics of the punishment table to her. I pointed out where her wrists will be bound, where her feet will be bound and how I expect her to arch and present her soles for me. I pointed to the center bolster and told her this is for raising and presenting her bare bum. 

She whimpered in defeat, continuing to apologize for being so naughty.

Cassandra entered the room with the cane I requested, specifically designed for bare soles. It’s light and thin enough to ensure no damage is done to the small bones in the feet, but whippy enough to truly administer a memorable punishment. 

Cassie placed the vicious cane on the punishment table and left the room. 

I pulled Summer over to the couch and had her sit down next to me for a chat. I gently explained to her why she was going to be punished and asked if she agreed it was fair, given her behaviour.

With tears in her eyes she trembled out a "yes Mommy, I'm sorry". 

I patted my hosed thighs. 

"Alright Summer Addison, over Mommy's lap. You need to be taught a long and hard lesson young lady". 

She got a very firm and lengthy hand-spanking, as a warm-up, before I brought her to a spanking bench and bound her in place. 

I used the foot cane on her bare bum and thighs, which would have the sensation of cutting a switch and using it on her bare bum. Then she was given a strapping with a leather belt, while she remained bound in this position. 

She had marked up very nicely on her bare bum. Next came the punishment table where she was first paddled, before I declared it was time for her bare soles. 

"Summer, since the reason for your punishment relates to your feet, I feel it is fitting that part of your punishment involves your soles, is this fair?" 

Summer was gently sobbing at this point, nodding her head and saying, "yes Mommy". 

I told her to flex her toes back and arch her feet against the table. She then received 20 stokes of the whippy-cane, on each sole. She was howling and begging by the time I was done. 

I undid her restraints and got her back on my lap, this time in the dreaded, wheelbarrow position which forces EVERYthing...to be on display. 

I used some pink baby lotion and gently massaged this onto her thrashed bottom. She softly moaned and calmed down, her tears subsided. 

Before leaving the room, I pulled her onto my lap and told her that she was forgiven, yet we still had to go see Cassie for her cornertime. 

"Yes Mommy, I understand. Thank you Mommy", she breathed-out. 

Cassandra. 10 minutes please, on her tip-toes. If her heels touch the floor, bring her and the foot cane back to see me. Summer had never been on the horrifying, time-out stage before. She was slightly relived that Kyle was no longer there, but felt deep shame that Cassie had to monitor her. 

When her time is up Cassie, send her up to my bedroom please. 

"Yes Ma'am", Cassandra answered. 

Twelve-ish minutes later. A very sheepish and vulnerable, bare-naked Summer, crept into my bedroom. 

We talked for a moment, she thanked me for her punishment and promised to never sell her hosiery on the internet again, unless I have given her permission to do so. She admitted to deep feelings of vulnerability but felt very cared for and loved.  

I led her over to one of my worship chairs. She knelt and hugged my waist. 

"Mommy, can I be a 'little' for the rest of the day?" She sweetly asked me. I wasn't surprised, given how vulnerable her session was. 

"How little, sweetheart?" I asked her. 

She thought about this for a moment, before answering...

"Like...one step above diapers Mommy, if that makes sense?"

"I think I have something that will fit you little one", I stroked her hair and cooed to her.  

I gave my little Summer a bubble bath, then got her dressed as she requested. 

Look how cute this little biscuit is, in her onesie and sockies!

It was now time for her to properly thank me, for her punishment 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Becoming a foot-pimp

Summer gets caught!

Continued from the storyline of: Sissy sucks and cucks

What's the expression? When the cat's away the mouse will play?

Clearly I haven't been keeping my little tart, Summer, on a short enough leash. I think she's currently in Chicago O'hare, on a layover. Out of mere curiosity, I happened to check her secret little "fans", buy and sell site that we used to play out a fantasy of hers: Summer is spanked by the Pilot

Much to my surprise, look what I find. A new post from her hotel room in Chicago!

She wrote a caption to separate this picture and the second one below, that she posted of her feet and heels. It read: 

French-cut, 40D pantyhose, in my leather pumps for a six-hour Venezuela to Chicago.

It feels so great to take my heels off in the hotel room!

Then the audacity, at the end of her post:

Starting bid, pantyhose: $18.00 USD

Starting bid, full leather pumps, size 7.5, two years old, 100+ flights: $99.00 USD

What a naughty little girl!! Ohhh she's in deep shit with me. I text her right away. 

I have come to learn that Summer's fetish and fantasy as it relates to adult spanking, needs to be real for her. She needs to feel like she is actually being punished for something in her real life, not a made-up roleplay of schoolgirl / Principal for instance. She actually wants and needs to have real-life consequences for her actions.

Did she bait me, and make that sales-post thinking I'd catch her and punish her? I don't think so in this case. I think she genuinely would never have assumed I would look there. I'm not buying cabin-crew tights, why would I ever be on a site like that. 

I left her hanging in anticipation for a bit, then sent a follow-up message. 

Pro tip: Use the middle name too, when spanking an adult submissive or letting them know that one is coming, but don't overuse it. It's vulnerable, it's childish and places you into that Mommy or Daddy, authoritarian, care-giver role. 

You want the use of their first and middle name to be serious and rare. It will conjure that deep, pit-of-the-stomach despair that Summer is now experiencing. She doesn't need a plane and a pilot tomorrow, the butterflies in her stomach will flap her home to Toronto. Ha! 

Again...this is what she wants. This is how she wants to be disciplined as an adult. 

I didn't tell Cassie what was up, I let it come as a surprise to her the next day. 

"You've reached The Facility, this is Cassandra speaking, how may I help you?"

"Cassie, it's Summer. We met in the dungeon space that day, remember?"

"Of course Summer, why are you calling in on this line, is everything ok?"

"Oh yes yes, well...no actually...ummm. I have to book an appointment to be punished".

Cassandra paused for a moment. 

"Well in that case, it's Miss Cassandra, are we clear?"

"Yes Miss Cassandra". 

"Let me start a new file for you here and take down some information. Can you tell me the reason that you're booking a punishment?"

Summer was incredibly embarrassed, but slowly and methodically proceeded to tell Cassie what she was caught doing and why I needed to punish her. 

Cassie, on the other end of the line:

"Really? People pay for those things?" 

I can't say I blame Cassie, that was my initial reaction too.

"I'm going to email you a confirmation and a consent form Summer. You're booked for 10AM tomorrow morning, I would highly recommend you be on time. Please fill everything out, sign it and send it back to me".

"Consent? Consent for what Miss Cassandra?"

"On the form you're basically acknowledging and consenting to the possibility of seeing other naked adults or being around complete strangers in various forms of undress". 

"Oh...ummm. Thank you Miss, I'll see you tomorrow. 

That's right! It hadn't dawned on me until now. Summer has never experienced the formalities of a session booking at my facility. She's either been straight to my bed, straight to the gym or most recently, beating a slave-boy in my dungeon space. Domina debut

I was kinda eavesdropping from the kitchen when that call came in. I tried to play it aloof with Cassie and clicked into the waiting room, just as she was finishing up on the phone.  

"Mistress Andrea, that was...ahhhhumm, Summer". Cassie said, sounding surprised. "Aren't you two like dating?" She asked. 

"I'm not really sure what we are Cassie huni, playmates I guess. Did she just book an appointment?" I asked her. 

"Yes Ma'am, for tomorrow at 10", she replied. 

"Mistress, is she..."

Cassie paused for a moment. 

"Am I to give her the FULL 'check-in' experience Ma'am?" Cassie finally asked, while slightly cringing. 

"Yes Cassie, she's here tomorrow to be punished", I said sternly. Then I asked if her if I had anyone else booked for 10. 

"Yes Ma'am, Kyle is booked too. A 'Mommy' experience, he has indicated on his request form this time", Cassandra replied.

"Oh perfect! Summer is going to be seeing 'Mommy' tomorrow too. It's exactly what that naughty little girl needs! Did she tell you why she's being punished?" I asked Cassie. 

She giggled out loud and replied yes. 

"Have you seen what she and some of her co-works post on their fan-sites?"

I grabbed my phone and showed Cassie an image from a previous post, of Summer's co-worker, Vanessa, who was posting her nylons for sale. 

She scanned the image for longer than I expected, before blurting out:

"That's kinda fuckin' hot Ma'am". 

*sigh*

"What am I gonna do with you Cassie!" I sighed and shook my head.

"Language young lady!” Was all I could think of saying to fight off my laughter. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

Continued in: Crying is not a Safeword

  

 

Domina Debut

 Continued from the storyline of: Monday Maintenance Spanking

"Are you ready to do this babygirl?" I softly spoke to Summer. 

"Absolutely Mistress!" She replied, with profound confidence. 

"You have trained me well Ma'am".

"God we look hot!" She added. 

I had arranged a dungeon session with a male client of mine named Kyle who is a bona fide masochist. 

This was going to be Summer's debut on the other side of the whip. We were helping each other get kitted-up in my room and admiring the finished product in a mirror. 

"Kyle, when he's not gagged with my panties, calls me Goddess Andrea, so for today, you'll be Mistress Summer, ok?" I said to her.

Summer laughed over the panties comment. "I like the sound of that Ma'am". 

"Mistress Summer", she said aloud and chuckled.  

"Alright, let's do this", Summer excitingly declared. 

My receptionist Cassandra, had received Kyle into my facility about an hour ago. As per my instructions, she had him shackled up down in the dungeon, inside the locked cell (you can read more on my receptionist here: Cassandra Goth).

Blindfolded and gagged, Kyle's remaining senses would become more heightened, especially since he has been in captivity like this for almost an hour. 

He would hear one set of heel clicks, then a second set. I watched as his breathing intensified, all while bubbling drool from around the red ball. As we moved in closer, he would now be nosing our perfume, the closest scent associated to memory. His heart would be pounding, his body would be trembling. 

We let him suffer the anticipation for a few moments, fearing the unknown and the unseen. Summer finally started us off by not stepping in, but plunging in to her role.  

"Who's this piece of shit?" She asked me. 

I had to cover my mouth to hold back a giggle fit. God damn she's unpredictably adorable sometimes.  

"This is my slave boy Kyle, Mistress Summer, but feel free to call him whatever you want. 'Pet, 'slave', or as you put it, a second ago". I told her as I almost broke character into a laugh. 

 "Should Mistress Summer unlock your cell and release you Slave?" I called out to him. 

All Kyle could do was nod his head in the affirmative. 

"You know if she does that, she's probably going to beat you, then we're both going to rape you?" I stated very bluntly. 

(Kyle of course, is here under his own will and has a safeword that would stop any and all activity immediately. He gets off on the consensual non-consent play, and the feelings of being forced against his will. Summer gets off on this too as a submissive, she understands).

Summer did the honours, also removing his gag and blindfold so he could see for the first time, his beautiful peril.

"Pet, this is Mistress Summer. Greet her properly", I ordered. 

He licked and kissed at her boots like a good puppy dog should. 

"How long have you had his dick locked up, when was his last orgasm?" Summer asked me. 

Summer rolled him over with the toe of her stiletto boots to inspect his chastity cage. 

I actually didn't know, I called Cassie at reception and asked her to bring his file down. This will be dreadfully humiliating for Kyle, having three beautiful women talking about his locked-up penis and orgasm denial. 

Cassandra made her way down, armed with the information that I had asked her for. This was not in the session plan, but a nice way to embarrass and emasculate Kyle.

"Cassie huni, when was the last time I removed this pet's chastity cage and milked his penis?" 

"Ummm, 67 days ago Ma'am", Cassandra replied. 

Kyle whimpered in shame, while Summer purred out in delight, "that's hot". 

"Oh Cassandra, meet Mistress Summer", I gestured to her.

In true Summer manner, bubbly and Air Stewardess-friendly, she stopped everything she was doing to greet and hug Cassie. 

"So you're Cassandra. Wow you're gorgeous!" Summer said. "I've heard a lot about you."

"I've heard lots about you too Ma'am, and thank you, you're quite the little dish also", Cassandra replied. 

"From what I understand, I hear I need to see you dance some day?" Summer asked. 

Cassandra blushed deeply. 

"Ummm, Monday's at noon!" Cassie chirped out in a somewhat embarrassed manner, but turned to wink at me, before she went back upstairs. 

"Now back to this pathetic loser", Summer said. 

"You're going to suffer for me, before Goddess Andrea ever considers releasing that puny cock of yours". She continued. 

Summer and I took turns whipping Kyle. She used a lovely riding crop while I used my vicious, Lexan cane. 

He was definitely suffering for us at this point. When we concluded his whipping, we flipped him around on the cross and re-bound him. I guided Summer's head as she sucked the metal rungs of his cock cage. 

Kyle's erection grew strong, tugging at the metal base ring around his balls. The pressure, pulling against his sac, creates a great deal of discomfort. 

What horrible, horrible torture for him!

We gave his caged cock a rest and thought we'd try some tactics to make his erection go away. I'm sure he'd enjoy the relief of a limp penis in that metal cage, rather than a raging boner. 

But he's not going to like the means we chose, of making him limp.  

We brought him to the Medieval side of the dungeon space, on a heavy bondage rack. We gagged and blindfolded him as Summer began to stroke her riding crop against the soles of his feet. 

Kyle whimpered and pleaded through his gag. With his ankles in stocks, he knew what was coming. 

Bastinado, as it's known to the gourmet BDSM players, Falaka for our Turkish friends...

Summer whipped the soles of Kyle's feet until his erection was completely gone, perhaps even turtled into his scrotum. What a dreadful predicament this poor slave was in, and it was about to get worse!

"More of the feet, or would you like to be raped now?" Summer bluntly asked him. 

I already knew the answer and began heading over to get strap-ons for both Summer and I. Kyle was ugly-crying and trying to answer Summer. 

He managed to blabber out: 

"Please Mistress Summer, no more. Please rape me Mistress, I'm begging you!" 

"Spit-roasting, I think it's called Goddess Andrea?" Summer asked. 

"That's right Mistress Summer", I replied. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Darwinist Domination