A Proper Homecoming

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Summer moves in with me

Continued from: 

Say it Again

and

Bella becomes a collared sex slave

Summer and I spent a beautiful three days together in New Orleans, falling deeper and deeper in love with each passing day. We foodie explored, drinkie-explored and took in some of the old-world history of that place. 

French Quarter beignets and café au lait by day, wildly passionate, lezdom sex by night. I'm pretty sure some of the things we were doing in the hotel room at night, would be illegal in Pennsylvania.

 

Hehe. 

The long and short of NOLA, is that we had a blast together! We were in love and we adored each other immensely. This still didn't save her naughty little arse though! I paddled her bare bum right before we left to head to the airport. She was forced to squirm in her airline seat the whole way home, soaking through he little thong all the while.

It was a long enough flight that we had plenty of time to discuss the logistics of being in love with each other. Does she leave a toothbrush at my house now? Does she fully move in? Would she be helping with my clients or enjoying the spoils of dominant life, using and abusing my numerous slaves? 

Anyone who has been a fan of my little Summer from the beginning, knows that she has Mommy issues, she enjoys dressing and behaving more "little" and needs to be cared for like a mdlg relationship. You'll also know that when she needs a spanking she wants it to be REAL, severe, humiliating and for real reasons. She wants actual rules and consequences.

These are some of the factors we discussed on the flight home, eventually arriving at a domestic discipline-type relationship being the best fit for us, with a healthy dollup of age regression and mdlg. The DD lifestyle would always be running in the background with Summer and I, amidst slaves coming and going, sissy maids and adult clients to the Facility.  

Summer was going to move in with me.   

Summer knew she wouldn't have to lift a finger if she didn't want to, there was always a sissy in chastity and a lockable dress to deal with chores, cleaning and all our laundry. We agreed that she would have dominant rights over all of my slaves and sissies, and was willing to help in the dungeon or punishment room, if a client wanted a dual-Domme session.

She was planning on staying with her current airline but would likely just work less shifts. She also had her Flight Attendant, nylon and heels fetish side-business still running, a hobby she was making both she and I gobs of money from!

I set her up and took this one in our hotel room in NOLA. Cha-ching! $$

I think we had it all, the best of every corner of kink that we enjoy and two people in love to enjoy it together! Life was good. 

About a week after New Orleans, I had Bella booked for some anal training. Since she became a collared slave of mine during her official ceremony, she no longer books or dictates when she sees me for discipline and training, I tell her when it's happening. 

A wise person once told me the difference between a submissive and a slave. A submissive has to consent and submit to the dominance of another, every time. A slave only submits once...

Bella was now the latter and for safety purposes we of course had a contract written out. It spells out the terms of how she is required to serve me and what is expected of her. The contract has a 6-month term of renewal. Nothing about how she is used or treated can be negotiated until her maturity date, trumped only by her safeword as an additional layer of safety. It was a good system. Bella confessed once that merely reading her contract, which she does often, makes her gush with arousal and want to masturbate. 

Such a naughty slave girl! 

All of this being said, these are the type of conversations we have now. It seems harsh and aggressive but trust me, she absolutely loves being spoken to like this:

See?...Simple as that. 

Now she has all afternoon and evening to fill with butterflies, worry, fantasize, become aroused, become afraid. The perfect cocktail of emotions for her. 

I asked Summer if she wanted to help and showed her the text exchange. 

She giggled out loud. 

"Hells yes I do! Bella is a smoke-show!" She replied. 

Typically one would be jealous of a comment like that from the person you love, angry even, but not us and she's not wrong. 

Bella IS a fuckin' smoke-show. And she's about to get her asshole violated in my dungeon!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Bella takes an enema

  

Say it Again

Continued from: The Big Easy

So now what? 

Summer and I are madly in love with each other. But I think we knew this long ago.

Nothing really changed to be honest. We finished up some tears of joy and passion on the bed, then took things into the hot tub for a lovely soak. It felt a little different when I kissed her. Like her lips were the only ones on earth!

"Did you bring your girl-cock", Summer asked sweetly. 

"I most certainly did sweetie", I replied to her, as I gave both of her nipples a little pinch and twist to verify my dominant role over her. 

"Get it for me slut, and beg your Mistress to fuck you", I declared. 

The booze was definitely talking a little now, as my sexual aggression took over. Summer loves this though. She groaned out loud and scampered out of the tub to fetch the harness and cock. 

Her tipsy state was taking over too, as she bent herself over the edge of the hot tub and begged me to fuck her, spreading her ass checks apart with her hands. 

"Force me to take your cock please Mistress. Force me to be your slut!" She cried out. 

I slapped her beautiful ass and entered her from behind. I was doing a bit of thrusting but she was doing a fine job herself, pounding her pussy back onto the dildo.

I sat up on the ledge so she could do ALL the work now and ride me, as deeply as she wanted and as fast as she wanted. She gave herself one hell of a pounding! 

Then I made her suck her beautiful wetness from the dick. 

"That's it my delicious slut, clean yourself off my dick", I barked at her. 

She moaned in delight as I continued to tastefully degrade her. 

We did a few more rotations of pussy-to-mouth until I allowed her to orgasm for me. She played with her lovely little clit while I fucked her deeply and brought herself to a trembling orgasm. 

We cast aside the harness and I ordered Summer to lick my asshole while I masturbated. Mmm, her tongue was magical, deeply fucking my ass as the steam rose all around us. 

It was a beautifully passionate night together. After our skirmish in the hot tub we took things over to the bed and popped a bottle. Summer was tipsy enough that she asked permission to suckle champagne from my toes. I'm her foot-pimp after all, why not, I thought to myself. 

She might be the one making money hand over fist, with her little nylon and feet racket, but my toes and soles would make any foot-person drool. I keep my feet pristine. I choose ivory white polish for this trip!

She filtered two glasses of champagne over my toes and sipped from the glass while spending the next hour massaging and licking my soles. 

The tender sensation was blissfully comforting. It was putting me to sleep. 

I pulled her up from her kneel and we snuggled under the sheets. She looked right at me with lust in her eyes and said, 

"I love you Mistress". 

I smiled back. 

"Mmmm, say it again!" 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Summer moves in with me

 

The Leaves are Changing

Continued from: Should we let the Sissy's Cum?

With our sissy "girls" idle and safely tucked-away in bondage, Katrina and I retired to my personal chambers to deal with our little arousal problem. 

Watching our silly sissies suck each other off and cum into each other's mouths had us extremely horny! 

Kat went down on me and skipped all stages of foreplay, she went right for my clit. Fuck me! Did I ever cum.

I pinned Katrina's wrists down and returned the favour. I soon had her beautiful sheen, cascading off my lips. 

We chewed up around 45 minutes, going down on each other and waiting for our sissy's to "re-load". She even gave my asshole a nice, deep fucking with her tongue. Such a good girl!

We entered the sissy bedroom once again, to check on our idle girls. Andrew, who wasn't gagged but was locked in a cage, dropped his safeword of "yellow", as we entered the room. I knelt down to confirm it was in-fact a safeword moment. 

We got him out of the cage immediately and Katrina took him out in the hallway to chat where he upgraded his status to "red" and done. She returned a short time later and told me she was taking Andrew home. Apparently he couldn't rebound back into role, after his orgasm. And I think he suspected we were going to peg the pair of them (yes that was the plan). 

"See, these fuckin' male subs!" I said to Katrina. "It should be permanent chastity and anal only for these pathetic sissy bitches", I vented further. 

"Ya no kidding", Katrina said. "I know you warned me this would happen Mistress. It makes me want to find a bull even more now and keep him locked up forever", Katrina frustratingly advised.

"Just remember Kat, no punishment for him safe-wording out. He has to know that there's no negative repercussions in doing that", I reminded her.   

I kissed Katrina goodbye and saw the two of them out. Safe-wording doesn't mean Andrew's dick gets unlocked, it just means that his session ends. I kept the keys to his device as they left. 

I returned to Kaylee to unlock his shackles and remove the dildo that was up his ass. I told him the session was over but had him lick my boots while we chatted. 

"Kaylee, I need a secretary. A receptionist. You know, Cassandra's role, when she checks you in for appointments downstairs?" I said to him. 

"I'd like this to be you, since you are almost completely passable as female", I added. 

It was a sad truth. The leaves on the trees were starting to change colour, Autumn was upon us and with that, it meant Cassie had to return to school. We both had a little ugly-cry the other day, when we had to bid each other farewell, but Cassandra was adamant that she wished her maintenance spankings to continue. 

Without fail, Cassie would make it home on the train every Sunday, to have dinner with her family. Sunday's became her maintenance days. She would come to my office for her spanking first, then go see her family for dinner afterwards.

I think her Mom Bella, caught on, watching Cassandra wince and squirm on a sore bottom throughout their Sunday dinners. 

Occasionally Bella would be in the same boat, trying to keep a straight face and hold normal conversation with her husband, while nursing a sore bottom. It would be more efficient for me if I just spanked Bella and Cassie together! Maybe I'll suggest that to the pair of them.  

Cassie was still given 20 minutes in the corner before her spanking and 20 minutes after. Since she wasn't doing any summer-school extra credit anymore, we eliminated the need for her to dress in proper school attire. Sometimes she was spanked bare naked, other times her jeans and panties would come down and every state of undress in between.

The conclusion of her maintenance appointments always ended in snuggles and kisses. If we had enough time before her dinner, she'd treat me to a little dance too. I think she missed my strip joint! Haha

As for Kaylee, he was predominately used to wearing frilly sissy clothes in baby pink and white, everything had bows and ruffles. I decided to take him shopping for some new bras and panties, options a little more "grown up". We also got him some professional, Secretarial outfits with hosiery and high heels in his size.

Of course I made him try things on in the stores and have the sales ladies help pick out his bra and panty sets while his face burned with embarrassment.  

He wore little B-cup, falsey tits in his bras. With his make-up heavily applied and a high-quality wig in place, he was just about passable as female. 

Of course he was dreadfully humiliated, being my feminized Receptionist, but with his little clitty locked in a chastity device, I still made the rules. 

Sometimes he needed extra motivation over my knee and he was in no-way as proficient as Cassandra was, but at least I didn't have to pay him.

His payment was the occasional moments when I let him lick my bare asshole, or kiss my high heels. 

I even got him a little desk name-plate, with pink hearts on either side of the name: 

💕Kaylee💕

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Summer requests a MDLG weekend

I just became a foot-pimp!

Continued from: Crying is not a Safeword and the storylines involving: Cabin Crew Nylons 

"There, there sweetheart, you can stay 'little' for as long as you like ok? Mommy will take good care of you", I softly swooned to her. 

This is the manner in which I was speaking to Summer, after her punishment session with me and we had her in the tub for a nice soak. 

Her spanking experience and punishment session, administered for something naughty she had actually done in her life, brought her emotions to a deeper level of vulnerability. 

I guess the only thing that made sense to her in the moments after, was to ask me if she could be a 'little', for the rest of our time together. I happily indulged her. 

She soon found herself in an adult-baby onesie, a delicate lace choker and fuzzy pink socks that went over her knees, with little sheep prints on them. 

Summer slipped my hosed-feet, out of my high heels that I had been in for the past few hours. It was a welcome relief. She sat on her bum in front of me. 

"So this must be what the gentleman who buy your pantyhose fantasize about huh? That first moment when your hot and sweaty heels come off. They picture you running your hands over the damp musk of your nylons?" I said to her.

"I guess so Mommy. That last post I made, the one that got me punished, those nylons sold about three minutes after I posted them, and for two times the price I was asking", Summer explained. 

"Show me what you think the gentlemen wish they were doing Summer", and I extended a foot to her. 

She closed her eyes slightly, then ran her nose along the sole of my foot, tracing a line up and down the seam that ran through the middle of the sole. She was inhaling deeply, while brushing her lips against my arch. 

"Are my nylons smelly Summer?" I bluntly asked her. 

"No Mommy, not at all. They smell like feet...that have just been in hot, high heels. I smell beautiful, feminine lotion and strict leather. Your soles are very warm and damp against my nose Mommy". 

I leaned back into a more comfortable position. 

"Massage both of my feet Summer, using only your lips and tongue", I commanded. 

"Yes Mommy, right away", she replied. 

Look at her poor, spanked ass cheeks, peeking out of her little 3-snap onesie. How adorable!

I began to speak to her about this whole cabin-crew tights fetish, as she continued to cradle my hosed foot and suckle on my toes. 

"Perhaps little one, Cassandra and I could help you market and legitimize you little side hustle? Rather than sneaking a quick sale after a long flight, we could normalize your business, so to speak?"

"But Mommy, isn't it a dirty and naughty thing to do?" She innocently asked. 

"No sweetheart, you're simply providing a service to people, bringing them happiness". 

"So I wouldn't be punished for posting my hosed-feet online and selling my nylons, Mommy?" 

"No Summer, you might be punished for not producing enough content for me. You'd become my little feet hooker", I giggled. 

"We'll talk some more about this, after you make Mommy cum", I ordered. 

I slipped out of my dress and rode Summer's tongue to an amazing orgasm. She was still in a very submissive state and insatiable, she wanted more! 

I gladly indulged her. She ended up licking my pussy, feet and asshole for probably the next two hours. She had so much sexual energy!

Look at her magical little tongue, fucking my tight bottom hole. 

"That's it my baby girl! Make Mommy cum onto your lips", I continued to encourage her until my clit was too sensitive to continue. 

I threw on a satin robe and we went downstairs. I made Summer a hot chocolate with mini marshmallows floating in it, while we talked more about her side hustle. 

"We'll get you some professional photos done, of your feet Summer, as a first step. Cassandra is 19 so she knows all about the social medias, the hype, followers and smashing like buttons and so on". I reassured her. 

"Then we'll make sure you're well stocked-up with Ziploc bags and we'll start to sell your hosiery after every flight and build your little foot-slave empire." I explained. 

Summer giggled in delight. 

"You're like my foot-pimp Mommy! Are you going to smack me around if I'm underperforming?" She asked, holding back laughter. 

"Absolutely young lady. Ten toes on the curb!" I jokingly declared. 

"And I still get to be your 'little' sometimes, Mommy?" She asked me, looking all adorable and pouty. 

"Of course little one", I assured her, as I kissed her pouty lips. 

About a week later, Cassandra had a full website up and running with about 15.5K followers. She named it "Arrivals and Departures". 

There were plenty of Flight Attendant references and hotel-room pictures. Neck scarfs and high heels were in abundance. Most images of Summer looked exactly like this: 

Finally her professional cover photo that we had done.

Summer's feet:

I think in the first week, Summer had about 42 people, pre-ordering her worn pantyhose from flights. Starting deposits to even get a chance to bid, were set at $45.00 USD. 

I take half the profits of this business, Summer gets a controlled portion, like an allowance. This was her idea, she said it would make her feel more little and cared for. I set up the same arrangement with Cassie, who also received an allowance from this side-hustle. 

Yes it's official, I'm her foot-pimp now! 

After a month or so, maybe Summer can just buy her own airline, with her new-found revenue stream?  We'll have a "stable" of Flight Attendants, all working for us and selling their hosiery like an assembly line! Haha!

World Domination via fetishists. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: What would you do for the key?