The Pianist

Continued from: Alice: Down the Rabbit Hole

[F/f] [female supremacy] [classic rock] [hosiery] [socks]

Summer had been away for a few days, working on a series of transatlantic flights with a completely new crew. While I missed her terribly, I also knew that these trips were an important part of her career, and I supported her wholeheartedly. 

Still, I couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy whenever she mentioned her fellow flight attendants, especially the attractive ones. 

On this particular trip, Summer had apparently hit it off with a lovely Jordanian woman who used to fly for Emirates. According to Summer's text messages, this woman is "like us" - a euphemism we often used to describe someone who might be into kink or BDSM. 

Naturally, this revelation set off alarm bells in my head. While I trusted Summer implicitly, I also knew how charmingly naughty she can be, especially when it comes to seducing unsuspecting women. The thought of her flirting with some exotic beauty halfway across the world made my blood boil with possessiveness and concern. 

I wasted no time in scolding Summer via text, sending a series of motioning palm emojis, combined with a ripe peach emoji. I think I even sent her this one: 

"Behave yourself, Summer Addison!" I warned sternly, hoping that she could feel my tone on her bare backside. 

To her credit, Summer responded promptly and adorably, sending me a seductive selfie from her layover hotel room. She quickly changed the subject by hinting that she had a surprise waiting for me upon her return. 

Intrigued and curious, I pressed her for details, but she remained tight-lipped, insisting that I would have to wait and see. (Ohhh, she's getting a spanking when she gets home!) This only fueled my imagination, as I spent the next few days speculating wildly about what sort of treat Summer might have in store for me. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Summer arrived home, looking radiant and refreshed despite her jet lag. She greeted me with a warm embrace and a lingering kiss, her body melting into mine as if we hadn't seen each other in years. 

Summer smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I brought back a little something for you, love..."

Before I could respond, Summer took my hand and led me toward our music lounge, my heart raced with anticipation. I could sense something special awaited me, but I had no idea what it could be. With a playful giggle, Summer placed her hands over my eyes, guiding me forward with gentle steps. 

"Okay, keep your eyes closed," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. "I have a surprise for you but you have to promise not to peek." 

I nodded eagerly, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. "I promise," I murmured, my voice barely audible. 

Summer guided me a few more steps before coming to a halt. "Alight, open your eyes!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. 

As I blinked my eyes open, it took a moment for my vision to adjust to the light. But then, as if in a dream, I saw her - Gamazda! Seated at the white grand piano, her fingers poised elegantly over the keys. My jaw dropped open in shock, and my trembling hands flew up to cover my mouth, stifling the gasp that escaped my lips. 

If you remember back, dear readers, this little red sparrow appeared in the blog before. A story called Major Renovations: Vanilla Space. This is what I wrote about her in that post: 

I felt like that internet girl who goes by Gazmada. She's popular on YouTube for playing heavy metal covers on the piano, which she absolutely crushes, all while scantily or very cutely dressed. Heels, pantyhose, socks and knee socks. She'd fit right in with the culture of our Facility. 

What a little biscuit she is, huh?

Have a look at her lighting up some November Rain, and looking like a boss-bitch while doing so: 

We tend to feature, celebrate and genuinely root-for remarkably amazing women on this blog. Alexandra Kunznetsova is one of them. Big fan of hers. And she's in my friggen piano lounge right now! 

I can't even...

She was even more adorable in person, her pinky-blonde hair falling in soft waves around her face, her eyes sparkling with intelligence and warmth. She was dressed in her signature denim skirt with nude pantyhose that hugged her slender legs, paired with adorable white and pink runners that added a playful touch to her ensemble. 

Hosiery and runners! Summer is the only other person I know who does this. Must be a European thing. 

As I stood there, frozen in awe, Summer began to explain how the miraculous encounter had come to be. 

"I met Alexandra on my last flight from Russia," she said, her voice filled with pride and enthusiasm. “We got to talking, and it turned out she's a huge fan of your blog, Andrea." 

I could hardly believe my ears. One of my piano idols, someone whose talent is second to none, knew who I was?! It seemed too good to be true. I can't begin to explain how many times I wished I could play the way she does. 

And a fan...of my blog...How could this be? 

My mind raced with possibilities, trying to piece together the puzzle of her interest in kink and BDSM. 

(She's covering Don't Speak by No Doubt in this one: Don't Speak)

It occurred to me that there were clues scattered throughout her public persona, hints of a darker, more femdom side, lurking beneath her polished exterior. 

I thought back to some of her earliest online videos, where she had gained notoriety for her jaw-dropping renditions of hardcore rock classics. 

(She's covering November Rain by Guns n' Roses here: November Rain)

Watching her attack the keys with such ferocity and precision, it was clear that Alexandra possessed a wild, untamed spirit that belied her classical training. It was like she had 15 fingers! There was something undeniably edgy and alternative about her approach to music, a rebellious streak that set her apart. 

(This one is Don't Cry, another from Guns n' Roses: Don't Cry)

Pantyhose AND socks? A noticeable proclivity towards hosiery and high heels in other videos too. Her petite frame and youthful features cut a strikingly alluring figure, one that would be catnip to anyone with a foot fetish. 

She went full schoolgirl in this one, while playing a Pink Floyd classic: Another Brick in the Wall

As I considered all of these factors, a realization began to hit me as to why she might be a fan of my work and what we do here, at the Facility. 

Is that a lace top? Are those stockings? Atta girl! 

(Here, she's right into some Don't Stop Believing by Journey: Don't Stop Believing)

Plaid skirt...pencil skirt actually! Maybe she would fit in around here...? 

While it is certainly tempting to project my own fantasies onto her, imagining her as a willing submissive or a powerful dominatrix, that's not why I made this post, the intention was not to objectify her in that way. 

The truth is, I could listen to her play for hours and I'm a huge fan. I would love to see her climb to one million YouTube subscribers, so go find her and subscribe. The poor thing is hanging at 947,000. 

There's certainly enough dumb shit on YouTube that has over a million subscribers, but this woman, has a real gift and she's sharing it with the world. 

With that, I dismissed the notion of corrupting this little red sparrow. And with the lovely backdrop of Alexandra playing for us, I turned to Summer, a small grin tugging at the edges of my lips. 

"So..." I leaned in close for a whisper, my serious face boring into Summer's eyes. "Tell me about this Jordanian woman."

Mistress Andrea

xo

Continued in: Innovation Lab

Christian Christmas?

Continued from: The Season for Giving

[M/f] [F/f] [DDLG] [little] [lezdom] [dungeon] [bondage] [leather]

A Sarah Jane story

With a final squeeze of Mistress's hand, I turned to hurry from the room, my heart was already pounding with anticipation and my mind racing with deliciously depraved ideas for Mandy's session. 

"Wait a sec, princess," Mistress gripped and didn't let go of my hand. "Here, baby girl...for you." 

"What's this, Mommy?" I asked, my voice trembling with excitement. Mistress smiled warmly, leaning in to plant a tender kiss on my forehead. 

"An early Christmas present, my dear," she explained, her voice soft and loving. "I thought you might appreciate having something special to wear for your session with Mandy. Something that will make you feel powerful, confident, and utterly irresistible." 

Intrigued, I carefully untied the bow and peeled back the wrapping paper, revealing a large black box embossed with the iconic Christian Louboutin logo. With trembling fingers, I lifted the lid, gasping in amazement as I beheld the magnificent boots nestled within. 

They were a work of art, crafted from the finest leather and designed to accentuate every curve of my legs and ass. The towering heels would add almost half a foot to my height, while the liquid red soles absolutely oozed feminine dominance. 

I ran my fingers over the stiletto heel like it was a triumphant, erect cock. "They're perfect, Mommy," I breathed, my eyes filling with tears of gratitude. "I know where her lips will be going first. Thank you so much, Mommy." 

Mistress beamed with pride, clearly pleased by my reaction. "You're welcome, my little one," she replied, her voice brimming with affection. "Now, go and get yourself ready, tell Daddy you have my permission. Mandy will be waiting for you and I have no doubt that she'll be putty in your hands once she sees you in those boots!" 

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I burst into the bedroom, my pussy throbbing with excitement, and found Daddy standing on a little step stool, carefully hanging a picture on the wall. He turned to face me, a look of mild surprise crossing his features as he saw the slutty boots I was holding. 

I held them up, my eyes shining with delight. "Look what Mommy got me, Daddy!" I exclaimed, my voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "She said I can dress like a big girl and have sex with Mandy!" Daddy's eyes narrowed into a judgey glare. "Is that so?" he growled under his breath. 

"Mom said!" I giggled out, as I scurried into the en suite, leaving a happy squeal of joy in my wake. 

As I slipped my stocking feet into the luxurious leather and zipped up the sides, I felt a surge of power and confidence coursing through my veins. These boots were more than just a fashion statement - they were a symbol of my reawakened dominance. 

Just as I was slipping into a leather corset, Mommy entered the room, her presence immediately commanding everyone's attention. She approached Daddy, her expression stern yet composed. "Russell," she began, her voice calm and authoritative. "I wanted to confirm with you that my decision regarding Sarah is accurate, and that she's not parent shopping. She has my full permission to assume the role of a dominant this afternoon with Mandy, and to engage in whatever sexual activities she deems appropriate." 

Daddy's brow furrowed, and I noticed him tugging at his crotch in obvious frustration. His chastity cage, a constant reminder of Mommy's status as the head of this household. I felt a twinge of sympathy for him, knowing how difficult it must be to watch me embark on this exciting adventure, while he remained confined and restricted. 

"Didn't Sarah generously gift you that hot redheaded German woman for Christmas last year? I seem to recall that she did, and hearing that you thoroughly enjoyed her company, alongside Sarah Jane...hmm?"

Last Christmas: Season's Beatings

"So in my opinion," Mommy continued to playfully scold Daddy, "the two of you are more than even when it comes to indulging in side-pieces." 

"And don't let me catch you moping about like a pouting child, or you'll find yourself in frilly pair of panties over the holidays along with a very red bum!" 

Daddy blushed at the mention of such humiliating consequences, his eyes widening in alarm. "Y-yes, Ma'am," he stammered, knowing her word was final. 

As I added some finishing touches to my outfit, I giggled and stuck out my tongue at him from the behind the edge of the bathroom door. He knows I'm untouchable and can't throttle my bare bum for having a playdate with Mandy, as it's on Mommy's blessing...but the tongue thing may have just earned me a trip over his lap, when this is all over. Fuck, I didn't think that one through. 

"Now, if you'll excuse us, Russell," Mistress cheerfully cooed as I stepped out into the room for the first time in my new Loubies, "Sarah and I have some business to attend to downstairs." 

"Daddy! How do I look?"

"Shall we, my dear?" Mistress asked me, while extending her arm in a gesture of invitation. 

"Absolutely, Mommy," I replied, my voice filled with eagerness. 

As Mistress and I approached the door to the basement, I spotted Mandy waiting for us, leaning casually against the wall with one high heel propped up behind her. Almost cocky looking, in her new Loubies. 

She looked absolutely stunning in her black lace thong and matching bra, her curvaceous figure accentuated by the sheer of her stockings. An open blazer provided a touch of modesty, but it hung loosely around her shoulders, revealing the tantalizing swell of her tits beneath the lacy cups of her bra. 

As our eyes met, I felt a surge of desire and possessiveness coursing through my veins. This gorgeous creature belonged to me, at least for the duration of our session, and I was determined to make the most of every second. Without a moment's hesitation, I closed the distance between us, pressing Mandy firmly against the wall with my body. Our lips met in a searing kiss, my tongue delving deep into her mouth as I claimed her with unbridled passion. 

"Hello my little angel!" I purred, my fingers tracing the delicate line of her jaw. "Loose the jacket," I cooed to her, all while circling her like a shark, slowly getting into role. 

With a swift motion, I retrieved my riding crop, pressing the tip firmly beneath her chin and forcing her to meet my gaze. 

I reached over to open the medieval basement door, leaving the dark sprawling expanse of the staircase that disappeared into the depths of the Facility's infamous basement. 

"Get down there, slut!" I hissed, gesturing towards the staircase. 

"Yes, Ma'am," Mandy nodded quickly, her heels clicking against the hardwood as she hurried to obey. I watched appreciatively, as she descended the stairs, her juicy ass swaying enticingly with each step.

Once she had disappeared from view, I turned to Mistress, my expression serious, as I took a deep breath. 

"Do you have a session plan, honey?" She asked. 

"Yes, Mommy," I nodded, while an evil grin developed on my lips.

"Remember, if you're leaving her in bondage or in a cage, nothing in her mouth, right?" She reminded, one last piece of motherly, Domme to Domme safety advice, before she clicked off and left me staring into the depths of the basement. 

As I made my way down into the dim lighting, I surveyed the array of implements and equipment, neatly arranged on walls and racks. The air was thick with the scent of leather, metal, and the unmistakable musk of arousal as I closed in on Mandy. Suddenly she was shy and vulnerable, attempting to shield her panty-covered pussy with her fumbling fingers. 

"Hands at your sides...kneel!" I snipped at her, offering her a reassuring wink. 

"Do you like my new boots?" I purred, as I extended one foot in offering. 

"Kiss them." 

Meanwhile, back upstairs, as if the house was cursed with an echo, "kiss them," escaped Mistress Andrea's lips. 

Shortly after, a very sheepish Russell, crawled on all fours to comply. 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Serenity

Adorable A.I.

Continued from: Doctor Patel

[FF/f] [Flight Attendants] [hosiery] [feet] [heels] [lezdom] [MDLG]

Summer and I have a little surprise for all of you. You remember Summer, don't you? My precious wife, born in Paris, speaks with a cute French accent, maintains her job as a flight attendant so she can sell her cabin crew hosiery and heels, and most importantly, the lowercase 's' in our D/s marriage.  

If I had to describe her in one word, it would simply be...adorable. 

In a story called The Sims are brought to Life, and another one called The OG's, I began to dabble in A.I. generated images of not only myself, but some of the other characters who appear in the blog. 

It more or less started out looking like this:

The character of Summer, in the Sims 4 game, has a signature hairstyle that was uniquely hers. The A.I. seemed to run with this theme no matter what the setting of the photo was. 

Isn't she adorable, with her little figure-skater arse? 

Without having to prompt the A.I., the braids carried into most of the selfie requests for Summer. In this one, she and I were about to have a playdate in the living room. 

Corner time, a spot in the house she knows intimately well. The A.I. kept her adorable aesthetic and quintessential hair style. 

When she's not in the timeout corner, Summer can play the role of teacher...

...as easily as she can play the student. (In the description of the setting for this photo, I think I just said "chalkboard in a classroom". The A.I. generates its own gibberish on the board, as you can see above and below. Secret robot language maybe? Plotting to destroy humanity?) 

Most fans of Summer will also know that her default role at home is that of a "little". She doesn't speak like a baby or need to be changed or fed, unless we're playing a scene like that, but around the house, she feels most at peace dressing like an exaggeration of a little girl. 

Domestic Discipline, MDLG, D/s relationship, is probably how I would officially describe our dynamic. 

From the sweet lips of Summer, I am usually "Mommy", sometimes I'm "Ma'am", and occasionally, "Mistress". 

This one is definitely a "Ma'am" moment. Ohhhh she was about to get the spanking of her life, that day!

Mistress mode? Sometimes we dabble in the upscale dungeon space, yes. 

Sometimes she ends up down in the basement, in the darker, more captive dungeon space. 

When not in a defined role, Summer will usually be working on her feet content.

Perhaps or out for a jog, ensuring her hosiery or socks, her sneakers, are pleasantly infused with her gorgeousness, before they go up for sale online. 

Clients who want to spend a little more money on all things Summer, can anxiously wait for a trans-Atlantic flight pair of nylons. 

That's her bestie, Vanessa, who first got her started on the cabin crew hosiery sales racket. I have a major girl-crush on Vanessa to the point that I even let her Domme me once. Summer was ok with it. 

Gawd it was so hot! I think that story was called I often envy submissives.

Vanessa is an absolute Goddess, you should go back and read about what she does to and with her husband *giggle. 

But, this post is not about being a Goddess, it's about being adorable. And no one really pulls it off as well as my darling wife, Summer Addison Holiday.

Ok, we're going to try a video here. Hopefully it works. 

and...

Surprise, everyone! Summer is real!

And thank you A.I., for bringing this sprinkle of sunshine to life. Even in this little clip, she was nothing short of adorable. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Old Fashioned