The Taboo Farmhouse

Continued from: Chat Bots and BDSM

Summer and I just bought an old, turn-of-the-century farmhouse on the other side of town. It's not for us, we're not moving. It is another facility where we will soon be offering our clients a very vulnerable and immersive experience. 

A safe place where they can explore their deepest and darkest and transport themselves back to a different time. 

Cute isn't it? 

The curators of this new location are a lovely retired couple named Ed and Lorraine. They will actually be living here and managing this location similar to a Bed and Breakfast for interested clients. 

"But what's the twist Mistress? There's always a twist..."

Indeed there is. For this is no ordinary B&B. 

Clients who come here will stay for the weekend, this is mandatory. There are no electronics permitted on the premises, meaning cell phones and computers. Outside of a client sneaking in a naughty masturbation there is no sexual activity permitted, not between clients and not with Ed or Lorraine.

My silly males, this means no chastity devices either! Yes I really just said that. Lucky you, but of course there is a catch that you'll read about later on.

"So it's just a normal farmhouse retreat, Bed and Breakfast then?" You ask. 

Clients who wish to book this space have two fantasy options to select from and only two.

1. You've been sent to stay with Auntie, Uncle and your cousins, at their farm for the weekend.
2. This is your childhood home, a hobby farm, with your Mommy, Daddy and your siblings. 

Your weekend session will not be solo, ever. There will always be "siblings". Other adult clients of mixed gender will be playing the roles of big sisters, little brothers or cousins, directly immersed in the vulnerability and humiliation of this experience also. 

The rooms are designed to take you back to a different time, where carpet was shag, Daddy read the paper in the "Daddy Chair", and the wallpaper had an odour of sweet pipe tobacco and potpourri. 

The furniture was ugly, the small television only had 12 channels and children had to do things like read books and play outside, pick up a board game or irritate their siblings. 

"You two, go outside and play, it's nice out."

This parental order would not be met with whines or back-talk, because this household, in this period of time, was managed by Daddy's belt and Mommy's hairbrush!

Over in the kitchen, a slightly different but equally antiquated decade. 

Mommy's heels would click across the linoleum floors as she hummed a song and baked banana bread. Supper in this home would involve a 1962 Betty Crocker Cookbook and some manner of casserole that required a tin of cream-of-mushroom soup. 

Lorraine WILL be making you food of this era during your stay and you better finish ALL of your green beans without making a face, crossing your arms or holding your breath at the table. The lifeless, baked pork-chop and triple-mix, frozen veggies? You'll be sitting at the breakfast table the next morning, with a sore bum and tears streaming down your face, finishing your supper from the night before. 

I wouldn't test her!

Lorraine looks sweet and caring and she is! But she also knows what's best for you and has implements of opportunity everywhere to quickly arm herself. 

From the wooden spoons of the kitchen, to the slippers on her hosed-feet in the evenings, there are implements of opportunity everywhere in this home! Even in the laundry room. 

Lorraine, who will play the role of Mommy or Auntie for the clients, loves earlobe marching and always has a bar of soap at the ready for potty-mouthed boys and girls! You'll be experiencing both during your stay!

 

 

  

Ed is no push-over either. If your "younger cousin" brings a note home from school indicating she cheated on a test, "Uncle" Ed will put her right over his knee while you listen from your bedroom. A familiar sound in this home of his firm man-hand meeting bare buttocks. 

In the bedroom where you will be staying, we wanted to capture the feel of your own childhood bedroom. You will be grounded here occasionally, you will be shedding tears into the pillow and you might end up just nervously sitting on the edge of the bed full of butterflies. 

Why...? 

Because Mommy told you to go up there and sit on your bed "and you just wait until your father gets home!" 

That's right my silly male clients! 

If you book this farmhouse experience your discipline will come from "Mommy" OR "Daddy". I know most of you are heterosexual males but this experience has nothing to do with sex. Your naked little penis and balls will be rubbing against Daddy's wool dress pants as you squirm and dance over his knee. 

Your female "cousins" will cover their mouths and giggle when they see Uncle's firm hand reddening your bare backside in the living room.  

"I heard you got it pretty bad?" Your attractive older "sister" will ask you empathetically, as you rub your itchy and sore bottom. 

"Yeah. Daddy took me out to the woodshed after school cuz Kyle and I broke old man Thompson's shop window." 

That's right my beloved guests, this farmhouse has a woodshed and you will absolutely be marched out here for the most serious of correction. 

The younger "children" in the home and the dainty womenfolk don't need to see or hear you getting some sense strapped back into you by Daddy. 

Kyle's Mom brought him over to answer for the broken window too. I'm sure they’re commiserating right now actually! Talking about the best size and style of wooden spoon for both baking and spanking. 

There are eyes everywhere! The interconnected network of Moms and rotary dial phones, all supported by their sleeper-cell of teachers and shop owners in the community. 

This was a time when Mommy would get a call from Timmy's Mom. "You'll never guess what your son taught my son to say!" 

Did Mommy cast blame away from you, try to blame the schoolboard or the teachers or maybe it's Timmy's parents fault? Hell no! YOU were held accountable for your actions!

And your sister probably made your misery even worse! "I heard him swear last week too Mom!"

"He said WHAT?!!"

Then, as you're grounded to your bedroom with the taste of soap in your mouth and a blistered backside, you mischievously grin because your Marsha Brady-looking sister is now being throttled for tattling.

The naughtiest of my female clients and friends of this blog, you know who you are! I haven't forgotten about you.  

Your backsides won't escape a trip to the woodshed either. Once Daddy gives you and your sister an OTK warm-up in the house, you'll be marched out to the dreaded shed where the strap and sawhorse await. 

You know you need this manner of therapeutic discipline and regression! Female clients will be provided with clothing styles like yellow gingham dresses, knee socks and sandals or saddle shoes. Male clients will be age regressed with little shorts, tighty-whiteys, dress shirts and Buster Brown shoes. 

Please don't hesitate to contact Cassandra at the Facility to book this truly immersive experience. The Farmhouse is open for business and Ed and Lorraine are eager to meet you and provide you with a wonderful escape from adulting for awhile. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Paranormal Activity 

To jump right to the next iteration of this storyline: Miss Julie books the taboo Farmhouse

 

 

 

And the winner is...

Continued from: Sissy School

It was the final day, the grand finale, of sissy Lexi's weekend under the care of this dominant couple. Lexi is the name provided to this hetero male, every Friday when he checks himself in for a weekend of crippling humiliation, cuckolding and "forced" bi-sexuality. 

On Sunday's, after Sunday school had finished for Lexi, he brought a note home to his "parents" indicating his bare bottom was caned at school for misbehaviour. He now has to feel the wrath of either Mommy or Daddy. 

Like a wheel of chance, Lexi nervously stood in front of his simulated parents, and tore open the envelope he was holding. After a quick glance at the card inside, he held back tears, focused his eyes toward Erin and squeaked out: 

"Mommy, may I please be given a spanking, Ma'am?" 

"Yes young lady, you may," Erin spoke sternly. "Now get that bum bare and get in the corner." Erin barked. 

"Yes Ma'am," Lexi replied. 

"Mommy will come get you when it's time Alexis," Erin added. She clicked out of the room to go change into more of an old-fashioned, Mommy look. 

For the next 45 minutes, Lexi stood in the living room corner with his caned bum on display. Brad watched TV in the same room and puttered around within earshot and in the kitchen, carrying on with his vanilla life, as the sissy nervously waited. 

He had plenty of quiet thought while he was in timeout, to process the fact that he was about to spanked by Mommy. His stomach sickened with humiliation, as he reflected on the times he has been spanked over Brad's lap, sometimes fully naked in only his chastity cage and having to call him "Daddy". 

He had a genuine fear of Daddy's belt, that Brad would snap through the loops of his jeans before doubling it over, causing the buckle to jingle. 

Today however, Lexi now knew he was in for a little less humiliating spanking, at the hands of "Mommy", but equally, if not more of a severe blistering of his bare bum. Erin was always more strict with maternal discipline of this kind and she used more implements than Daddy spankings. 

Lexi shivered with nerves, as he thought about Mommy's slipper, her wooden spoon and tears began to form when his mind fixated on her long-handled bath brush and how brutally severe it can be. 

But...this was all something he asked this couple for, it was his fantasy...as a sissy spanko cuckold. 

Lexi's quiet reflection in the corner ended quickly and shockingly, as Erin grabbed him by the earlobe and marched him out of the room. 

"Let's go young lady, you're totally in for it." Erin threatened. 

Sunday spankings for Lexi are sometimes witnessed, Mommy spanking the naughty little Lexi in front of Daddy and so on, but not today. Erin wanted the wails of sobbing and cracks of wood against buttocks to echo down the stairs where Brad would remain. 

She lobe-marched the poor sissy all the way to Mommy and Daddy's bedroom where Lexi was stripped nude to just her school socks and Mary Janes. The OTK chair was waiting, and Lexi was stood directly in front of Mommy. Once Erin sat, her vantage point would be directly on the tiny pink chastity cage that was locked onto Lexi's penis. 

Mommy cupped the cage and balls into her hand. 

"Are you becoming aroused young lady?" She asked. 

Lexi groaned in utter humiliation, mewing out a, "Mommy, nooooo!"

"Is your little pee pee trying to get hard in that cage Alexa?" Erin continued as she reached for the dreaded bath brush. 

Sissy Lexi, overwhelmed by the relentless humiliation and fear of the spanking to come, began to cry big wet tears. 

"There we go young lady, right where Mommy needs you to be, its ok to cry", Erin cooed to him. "Now, lets get this unsightly thing covered up before you go over Mommy's knee. I don't want any white stains on my stockings." Erin stated. 

With that, she produced a pink satin pouch, trimmed with delicate lace and an elasticized opening. She slipped this humiliating item over Lexi's chastity cage and his balls. He continued to softly cry as his face reddened even further. 

Erin took up a more comfortable seat on the couch and draped Lexi across her strict lap. With Lexi's torso supported by the couch, Erin began the long and thorough warm-up with her hand. 

The slipper came next for this sissy slave, followed by the wooden spoon and finally the vicious bath brush. Erin didn't let up until she was sure Lexi's wails could be heard by the neighbours, amidst the deep, wooden smacks. Lexi was crying out, "I'll be a good girl Mommy, please no more," when Erin finally finished with him. 

Again, it was Sunday, now late in the afternoon. Erin or Brad deliver the same manner of spanking to Lexi every Sunday, to mark the end of his weekend of sissy slavery. They each ensure that Lexi feels the spanking all throughout the week, right up until the following Friday, when he's ready to return to them once again. 

Lexi spends about an hour in the corner when his spanking finishes, with his bare bum on display. He usually continues to cry for part of his timeout, all while listening to Erin and Brad fuck on the bed, or fuck right beside him. 

Lexi's penis is never brought up in a sexual context, there is never mention of a key to unlock it. If he ever asks permission to be unlocked he gets punished immediately. 

This poor sissy gets to listen only and sometimes taste. 

Once Brad has unloaded into Erin's gorgeous pussy, Lexi once again has a chance to taste his sweet Mistress but yes, it will involve taking Brad's cock into his mouth. 

Lexi is then on the clean-up detail of Brad's cock first, sucking and licking it fully clean, before tending to Erin's pussy, to clean and consume all of the cum. 

The sissy is then sent to the bathroom with nail polish remover and makeup remover, his male clothes are returned to him and he is sent on his way. 

Brad makes himself scarce and Erin sees Lexi to the door, kissing him on the cheek and cheerfully saying, "see you next Friday Huni!" 

What a lifestyle! 

**Special thanks to the fan and reader who submissively suggested this entire storyline**

It started here, with a post called Sissy slave to a couple

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

 

Sunday Maintenance Ritual

Continued from: A quiet night in

Sissy Kaylee got everything he politely asked for, when Summer returned with two reasonably girthy strap-ons. After Summer and I had finished our special playtime with each other, Kaylee knew he was in for a horribly emasculating spit-roast. 

It's beautiful to hear him moan and gasp onto the cock that Summer had in his mouth, when I entered his little boi pussy from behind. 

His little clit remained limp inside the metal bars of his chastity cage, as the odd wisp of pre-cum dribbled from the tip of his penis. Kaylee doesn't get hard anymore, he gets wet, just like a girl! I absolutely love it. We frequently find girly wet stains in his panties and have even started making him use pads, if his pre-cum flow is especially heavy from one month to the next. 

He's so far down the rabbit hole we might as well try tampons next, up his little backdoor for a few days each month.  

After we had our fun with Kaylee, I asked Summer to take him upstairs and put him down for bed. Despite our best efforts with the strap-on, Kaylee never achieved a sissygasm from his assfucking. He would have to go to bed denied and horny unfortunately. 

Much like many of the rituals I like to use at my Facility, a sissy being "put-down" for bed also comes with its own routine. Summer would first help him out of his maid attire, then select a babydoll or teddy, sheer lingerie number for him to sleep in. This would be paired with matching panties and usually thin ankle socks with ruffles or lace. 

Summer would then give him a caring but sound spanking over her knee, while Kaylee's body is supported by his princess bed. 

Two splotches of Johnson & Johnson, pink baby lotion goes onto his bare bum cheeks next, which Summer will massage in, while cooing and humming to him. Then she will tuck him beneath the sheets, kiss his forehead and lock the pink cell door. This is where Kaylee stays until morning, usually only leaving his bed to use the potty or walk off a nocturnal erection in his cock cage. 

Quite the lifestyle this sissy has chosen for himself. Feminized, frustrated and in tears frequently. He spends most of the day Sunday in his sissy cell, so he cannot see or hear Summer receiving her maintenance spanking. He is usually let out late in the afternoon for another round of cleaning and chores and by evening, he heads home, still in his chastity cage, to prepare for his vanilla work week.

Sunday's for Summer go much differently. The ritual begins with me giving her a hot, soothing bath. After her bath she dresses in the outfit I have laid out for her, she does her hair very childish and her make-up like that of a doll. She spends all morning dressed like a ridiculous little girl.

My attire on Sunday mornings, we refer to as the "Costco Mom", which is the way Summer wants it. Jeans or yoga pants, a sensible top, sometimes a dress and boots. We haven't actually gone to Costco with her dressed like this but sometimes, before her spanking on a Sunday, I will take her out in public for some humiliation. We usually go to the park or through a drive-thru, the odd person will notice she's a full grown woman, then see the contrast in the way I am dressed compared to her.  

By the time we get home after these outings, Summer is extremely vulnerable and more than ready to go over "Mommy's" lap, to wipe her slate clean from the week prior and prepare to focus on the week ahead. 

Around noon on this particular Sunday, I quietly led her to the corner and informed her that it was time to begin. She immediately started to well-up, deeply absorbed into her role and headspace. Summer spends thirty minutes in timeout, anticipating her upcoming spanking. 

When her timer is up, I gently and caringly call her from the corner. She walks directly to my right side, while I am seated in an armless chair from the dining room. Without being prompted, she pulls her panties down to her ankles, raises her skirt and drapes herself across my lap. 

Regardless of what type of "little girl" attire I have her in for Sunday maintenance, her panties are always a style like this: 

They are always childishly patterned, big, full-bottomed, cotton panties. They fit her tightly but are large and frumpy, Summer absolutely hates them and they humiliate her deeply. Panties like this reinforce the fact that Summer's Sunday spanking is not sexual, in the moment, it's not playful or fun. It is meant to be thorough, memorable and embarrassing. Also, this is one of the reasons I administer her spanking in the living room where it's nice and bright, with the blinds open. 

Summer reddened up very nicely with just my hand, but this was only her warm-up. She had a long way to go yet. This is what she has asked for, pleaded with me for, and this is exactly what she needs to centre and ground her. 

After finishing off with the wooden hairbrush, Summer was a bawling mess. Crying out "I'm sorry Mommy, I'll do better," and anything else that made sense to her to say. This wasn't even a punishment spanking, for any particular reason. Sometimes she just needs to say "I'm sorry Mommy," even if that language doesn't fit the setting. 

She was permitted a brief moment of rubbing the nasty brush strokes away, before it was off to the corner to finish up the rest of her tears. 

A timer was once again set for thirty minutes, without fail. This was part of her Sunday ritual and she knew it. Half-hour before her spanking and a half-hour after. Someone do the math for me. If Summer lived for another sixty years and we maintained this ritual every Sunday, how many days of her life would have been spent with her nose in the timeout corner? 

I grabbed my tea to re-heat it in the microwave, once Summer was all positioned in the corner. 

"Worship, in thirty minutes young lady," I called out to her. 

"Yes Mommy," she replied through her sniffles. 

 Worship. Also a Sunday ritual. What does that mean? Stay tuned to find out. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: Thanking after Spanking