Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 1

Continued from: The New Recruit

A Sarah Jane story

A month or so had passed since I was promoted to the rank of "junior schoolgirl". I got into a fairly regular routine of showing up to the Facility in the mornings, to be greeted by Cassandra. I'd be corporately or professionally dressed, just to experience the dichotomy of having that feminine power and confidence stripped away. 

I'd soon find myself in the regulation attire of "junior school". It meant pigtails, very short kilts and either knee socks or those little ankle socks with the ruffles around the tops. Sometimes I was required to wear socks and heeled sandals...icky! It was dreadful looking. 

I felt shame and vulnerability most of the time. I was constantly humiliated yet constantly aroused. I was embarrassed to be clicking around in my patent Mary Janes, while the rest of the stunning women around the facility were power-strutting in their five-inch stilettos. I was ready to be promoted again. I wanted to be more like those other ladies, rather than dressed like a naughty little girl. 

I had one final class and assessment in my junior school curriculum, before the "Headmaster" (Russ) would consider me for promotion. I had been avoiding it. The class was called "foot worship". I had a fairly good hunch as to what it would entail but also a bit of anxiety of the unknown. The class was taught by substitute "teachers", Miss Summer and Miss Vanessa. 

I don't know who Vanessa is but Summer and I got to know each other a little. We played adult Twister where my face was essentially pressed against the seat of her mini skirt. Later that evening I went down on her while I was being fucked. I guess that qualifies as getting to know each other a little. 

I knew about their special closet at the Facility and how much male clients pay them to be in that space. I guess then men sniff their high heels after they've been worn and buy their nylons and stuff? When I was reluctant to complete the "foot worship" class, I assumed this is what the content would be. Nevertheless, absent of a foot fetish, I needed to take this class to be promoted by the Headmaster. 

*Sigh*

Like many of my other experiences thus far at the Facility, I found myself kneeling with my eyes down. My heart beats out of my chest, my stomach is in my throat and I wait quietly, for the first sign of any sort of stimulus. This time it was the sound of confident heel clicks against marble, followed by a slip-stream of expensive perfume. My substitute teachers had arrived, and when I snuck my eyes up to peek, I noticed they were dressed like Flight Attendants. 

Without warning, Summer was up under my skirt and pulling the front of my panties aside. She told me to spread slightly and in one fluid motion, an object was inserted into my soaked pussy. It was oddly shaped and pink in colour. My greedy pussy gobbled the object up with ease, and the little tail portion rode up my slit toward my clitty. 

Nothing further was said, as the pair of them helped me into a chair and busied themselves tying my ankles, knees and wrists together with soft ropes. A red ball gag was placed into my mouth by Summer and fastened around my head. She kissed my cheek and seductively purred to me, "hello again Sweetie." 

Summer introduced Vanessa briefly, I could only nod my head in her direction as drool cascaded from my lips. Vanessa rolled a TV monitor into my field of view and started what appeared to be a slideshow. They dimmed the lights and both of them clicked out of the room, leaving me alone. 

The slideshow illuminated to life. Each photo hung in place for about 15 seconds, before fading out and being replaced by the next. 

By the third photo, the toy in my pussy suddenly whirled to life in a crescendo of intense vibrations. I shrieked into my gag, startled by the sudden shock of the sensation. I pulled against my bondage but the girls had me roped-off to the chair quite snugly. Ironically enough, the third photo happened to be rope bondage on hosed ankles. 

Followed by another one...

I couldn't help but appreciate the artistic beauty of some of these photos. Like they were actually pleasant to look at, beautiful even. In that moment of epiphany I must have let my guard down, subconsciously. I felt an orgasm building, assisted by the powerful toy that was trapped in my pussy and being remotely controlled. 

As another photo appeared, I tipped over the edge and came, directly and shamefully into my panties, all while looking at a female foot in a sandal and groaning against my ball gag.  

Was I being brainwashed in this closet of hell!! What were they doing to me?! 

The slideshow kept rolling and the vibrator resumed its relentless onslaught. I was about to orgasm a second time. 

Please help! !

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 2

 

  

 

Thanking after Spanking

Continued from: Sunday Maintenance Ritual

In the domestic discipline relationship that Summer and I enjoy, not only is it important for us to adhere to certain rituals and structure, but it is equally important for both she and I, that I be thanked after Summer is given a spanking. 

It doesn't matter if the spanking is her weekly maintenance, or if she has been punished for a real reason. Summer is always required to thank me after her cornertime. 

In a male-led, female-sub relationship, this may appear as the wife or girlfriend, getting down on her knees while her husband stands, and takes his cock into her mouth. The mere positioning alone, is strikingly symbolic of the D/s roles at play. 

Yes, Summer does take my strap-on like this, after she has been spanked, but not right off the bat. First she worships her "Queen”. 

Essentially what worship means for us, is that Summer gives me a massage, all the way from my toes, to just beneath my earlobes, only using her lips and tongue. She is not permitted to have my pussy, until she has earned it, by pleasing the rest of me. Generally, she begins with my feet. 

Each toe is individually kissed, then sucked on. First one foot and then the other, before she moves on to my soles and arches. 

She will kiss and lick all the way up my calves and thighs until she reaches my bum, which she skips for the time being, moving to my other leg to kiss all the way down it, back to my ankle. It is quite the little tease to feel her warm breath, graze past my asshole and pay it absolutely no attention. But she'll be back!

The same cute little French kisses are now planted all over my bare bum and into my bum crack which she also licks the full length of. The tease this time, is her hot breath now on my pussy, which she won't go near yet. Eventually her sharp little tongue finds its way into my asshole and I completely melt into the bed. 

I raise and spread for her, so she can passionately kiss my anus directly, moaning out loud as she does.

She traces up my tummy and along the sides of my ribs, which gives me wild goosebumps. Such amazing chills that my nipples harden instantly, just as her mouth arrives up there. Summer spends a few moments on both breasts and both nipples, kissing and suckling away. 

When she finally reaches my mouth for a kiss, this is the moment she purrs to me and formally thanks me for her spanking. We usually hug at this point and tell each other, "I love you." Then she makes the slow and deliberate journey back down my chest and stomach, having now earned my throbbing puss puss. 

When Summer's tongue finally gets to her ultimate prize, pussy worship begins. She has earned it, after doing such an amazing job with feet, legs and ass worship. 

I cum repeatedly, directly onto her pouty lips, in a number of wonderful positions, eventually ending with a face ride...my all-time favourite. 

When I flip around and face her feet, she continues to diligently lick as my fingertips use her nipples as speed and depth dials. This pinching and twisting, also causes her to moan directly onto my wet pussy. The vibrations feel amazing. 

This whole worship and thanking process takes well over an hour, sometimes considerably longer than that. When Summer knows this stage has concluded, without being prompted she goes to our wardrobe and gets a strap-on harness, which she helps me into and attaches. This is the symbolically submissive moment, when she kneels and takes my cock into her mouth. 

Just enough to lubricate the dildo nicely, before I take in a handful of her hair and fuck her on the bed.

If she can cum from penetration only, which is rare for her, she may, but she is not permitted to manually masturbate her clit while she's being fucked. 

Is it more of a discipline fucking by that logic? I guess so, it's rough. The strap-on we use for "thanking after spanking" is considerably larger than a standard one or the ones we use on the sissies. 

When I pull out of her for the final time, she thanks me once again. 

"Thank you Ma'am." Sometimes, "thank you Mommy," I usually hear, depending on her mood.

Then, just like someone flipping a switch, we are back into vanilla mode. Outfits and toys and implements all get cleaned up. We end up downstairs in jammies, giggling and watching a show, eating popcorn. 

Vanilla, despite how Summer likes to dress around the house, which is usually "little", especially after she's been spanked and fucked. She even kept her hair bow in for tonight! What a cutie. I love her so much. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Sissy slave to a Couple

 

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

The Maid of Honour

Continued from: Hall Pass

Have you ever walked into your own bedroom, after all your party guests have departed and are met with the sight of your future fiancée, straddling another girl's face, spanking her bare pussy and calling her a bad girl? 

Just a common occurrence in this household I guess, *shrug*.

If I wasn't so tired, I likely would have bound and whipped the pair of them. Rather, I peeled myself out of my dress and joined the action. I made a point of reminding them that during the entire party, I don't recall getting any pleasure of my OWN! 

Summer went down on Nancy for quite some time during that party. Later in the evening, while feeling rather tipsy, Summer and Cassandra rocked a disappearance, to go have drunken sex in my bed. Heck, even sissy Kaylee got in on some action. Mind you, it involved him sucking a dick through a glory hole near some urinals, but at least he got something before being returned to his cell. 

Now it was morning. Kaylee would be walking up in a cute bra and panty set, trying to make his nocturnal, morning boner go away from within his chastity cage. 

Cassandra crashed on the couch at the end of our bed. I'm not 100% sure why she didn't just sleep with Summer and I like we have many times before. 

"Should we wake her", Summer asked me. 

"Yes, we'll need to. Remember, her Mother is coming over for brunch with us." I replied. 

I think Cassandra was a bit hung-over. She went right for the coffee maker first, as we all giggled and reminisced about the wild housewarming party. I checked the bathroom to make sure there wasn't a tiger in it...nope, all good. 

Cassie took her coffee to go and headed out. She knew her Mom was coming over and didn't want to cross paths with her, looking like a bit of a hot mess. No one wants your Mom to see you, when you wake-up looking like Keith Richards. 

Speaking of hot...

My Portuguese beauty had just arrived. Isabella Octavia Goth. A woman who by all accounts, is shockingly, shockingly beautiful and has been a part of my life since I moved to this town. 

The affluent corporate executive, mother of two and wife, later to become a taken-in-hand, spanked, adult woman, eventually becoming a collared sex slave. 

Despite countless sessions with Bella, where she had endured severe discipline, gut churning humiliation and sexual degradation, she and I are actually close friends. When not immersed in a BDSM scene, we maintain a very strong, vanilla friendship.  

Summer and I invited her over for brunch, not only because she had missed the party last night and we felt bad about that, but also, I had something to ask her. 

I came right out and asked. 

'Bella huni, you know I adore you, both sides of you", I said. Referring to the woman I know and befriended in the vanilla world, and the naughty sex slave she has blossomed into.

"Will you be my Maid of Honour?" I sheepishly asked her. 

"Oh my God yes, yes Mistress of course!" 

Summer was welling up a bit as she clapped with excitement, before planting a passionate one, right on Bella's lips. 

After our brunch, we talked through a few of the details we knew and had planned thus far, Bella seemed overjoyed to be this directly involved in the wedding of Summer and I. 

Once all the real-world discussions were out of the way, I again reminded Summer of the person who did NOT indulge in any pleasures of the party last night. 

We didn't tell Bella what I meant by that, because it involved her daughter's tongue inside my fiancée's pussy. Bella took the hint however and got back into her slave role, as Summer returned to her submission also. 

Brunch at my home doesn't just mean it's served with a slice of cantaloupe at the end, it also means I get treated to a tongue up my butt and one on my clit!

Bliss!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Wedding Party

 
 

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