Continued from: Toilet Humiliation and Anal
I guess I've never mentioned this before, I guess it just hasn't come up before, but my sweet angel Summer is French. Like Paris French, not Montreal French. Yes, before you ask, she has the most adorable little accent too. Not too heavy but enough that I want to bite her juicy little arse because she sounds so cute when she speaks.
If she wasn't my wife she would definitely be working at my Facility, as my little Fifi French Maid, mincing around the house with her feather duster, calling me Countess and seeing to my EVERY need. Until she is caught lounging around and has to be punished.
She absolutely has several versions of this outfit and we have totally played out some spanking-the-maid and sex with the maid scenes! Summer pulls off this look much better than my sissy males do.
My sexy and alluring receptionist and stripper Cassandra, on the other hand, is predominately Italian, from her Father's side, with her Mother Bella, of Brazilian lineage.
This is likely why Cassie is so fiery and gorgeous. I miss the raven black hair she used to rock, but she's pretty enough to pull off the butch-blonde doo.
Why is any of this meaningful...?
Well...let me tell you what happened today. It was a little Italian / French fusion action, in more ways than one!
I was messing around in the kitchen, looking for some lunch inspiration, slightly annoyed by the thunderous bass coming from the upper floor. Cassandra and Summer were up there dancing. Cassie was essentially teaching Summer how to move and dance like a stripper.
Bonus for me I guess? *shrug*
When I went upstairs to ask them what they wanted for lunch, my three-quarters naked wife, working a stripper pole alongside Cassandra, responds with, "can you make us a grilled cheese?" She just can't help being a "little" sometimes. I'm surprised she didn't call me "Mommy".
I rolled my eyes at her. She knows I'm a classically trained Chef. I'm not saying white bread, processed orange cheese and a side of Ketchup is beneath me, not at all. I just like to exercise my skills when I'm inspired. And I was about to be inspired...
I had left Cassandra and Summer alone, probably longer than I should have, which is always dangerous with these two vixens. Sure enough, I come back upstairs to ask Cassandra if she liked blue cheese, and this is what I find. I find Italian / French fusion playing out before my eyes, as Cassandra was helping herself to the buffet that is my wife's pussy.
They both knew they were in deep shit as I approached. The two of them snapped up into a submissive kneel and said, "I'm sorry Ma'am," almost in unison.
"You two...come with me." I snipped.
I had a devious punishment idea for these two little sluts.
I marched the pair of them all the way down to the dungeon space and into the cellblock area. Poor Sarah was shocked to see us and probably horribly embarrassed, sitting in her cell in shackles and a chastity belt and nothing else.
Apparently her session with Russell was still going and she had been in the cell for almost two days. She was only released to be whipped, spanked or fucked. Wild! But this is the type of treatment she asked for. I'll have her blog about this two-day captivity scene later. Apparently she loved every second of it.
As for Summer and Cassie, who can't seem to keep their faces out of each other's pussies. I had the perfect little apparatus to torture them with.
Summer's legs would be bound and spread, exposing her presumably wet pussy, while Cassandra would be bound into the pillory, in a position that should force her face directly into my wife's crotch.
It worked perfectly!
Cassandra's mouth and tongue, even if she strained her neck to its fullest, was still just an inch too far away from Summer's delicious cunt. I even asked her to stick her tongue out and try to reach. Nope! A couple centimeters shy of the prize. Which is exactly the punishment I was going for.
Cassandra would now be tortured by the sight and smell of Summer's delectable pussy but cannot reach it. Summer, would be tormented by Cassie's warm breath, caressing her slickened folds and throbbing clit.
I left the pair of them in this beautiful, torturous predicament while I returned to the kitchen, now inspired for a little French, Italian fusion. Hehe. Grilled cheese they wanted? I got this!
French and Italian? How about Monte Cristo meets Croc Monsieur? (Both are fancy forms of grilled cheese). Luxurious folds of flavour, both sweet and savoury.
In one of the culinary schools I attended I picked up a little trick. Instead of using beaten eggs and milk for a bread-wash to make French Toast, use eggnog, if it's "in season". It will increase the sweetness and add some earthy, allspice tones.
To combat this sweetness we now need salty and savoury. Thank you Cassandra, for the Italian inspiration. Dreamy, thinly sliced Mortadella and the oldest of the blue cheese family, Gorgonzola.
Sandwiched between two French-style toasts, dipped in eggnog then pan-seared to golden perfection. This is a luxurious fuckin' grilled cheese! Omg.
It's been about an hour since I left the girls in their torturous predicament after telling them they'd both be getting spankings.
Perhaps I'll release them and see if they want a little lunch first? My mouth is watering, I wonder if Cassie's is too?
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Mistress Andrea
xoxo
Continued in: Chastity Belts or a Spanking?
