Farewell Julie

Continued from: Oops, I did it Again

[spanking] [M/f] [kink] [bdsm] 

In peace, may you leave your blog

In love, may you find the next.

Safe passage on your travels

Until your next project, 

May we meet again. 

I intended on doing a tribute post to our beloved Miss Julie, after she was literally nuked from Blogger, (as she put it). Turns out, I ended up writing six tribute posts...

But, it is well deserved and warranted, I mean, this is Miss Julie we're talking about!

We "cast" her character in the late 90s, an eighteen-year-old Julie Delmar, can you picture it? A yellow Sony Discman in-hand, pouty lips and a bitchy attitude.  

She harboured some pretty strong feelings towards her step-daddy in our tales, which he eventually addressed with his belt, only fueling her fire even hotter. 

"Oh boy" is right. She tried to be good, she really did. But it seemed her horns were too often holding up her halo. 

We ended her 1998 journey in suspense, she was completely bare naked and freshly spanked, as she anxiously waited for him on his bed. I wonder what those two got up to?

I wonder how much of a little handful she was in the proceeding years, into her twenties? 

Just look at that twenty-year-old butt! That's not even fair!

Well into her thirties, long after her Britney phase, she still found people in her life who cared enough about her to give her the spankings that she needed. 

Even into her forties, still being spanked while maintaining the butt of a twenty year old.

In her farewell address to her fans, (which can be found here: Technical Difficulties), Julie is absolutely right, that "kids" these days don't have the attention span to read or write, let alone visit a blog. If we could mainline dumb information and stimulus directly into their brains, so they don't have to raise a phone up to look at it, they'd probably opt for that, it's more efficient. 

I listened to some kink podcasts recently, with two Dommes interviewing a younger person, likely a millennial in their late twenties. This person spent more time trying to tell the Dommes how they identify, rather than enjoying the fact he was in the presence of two Dommes. 

"I'm a service top, dark little...which is different than being an ABDL little, traditional sissy, because I identify with leather tendencies and female feet...blah blah".

Just...shut the front door, establish your safewords, develop a list of hard and soft limits, trust your partner and have fun with it. 

Is my blog dying a slow death too? Is there any appetite to continue it? Or maybe I used the "D" word too liberally in the last six posts (Daddy), and I'll get nuked too? Perhaps the missile is already in the air?

Should I suddenly disappear, like Miss Julie did, should I find myself in my funeral attire, saying goodbye to my fans, it's been fun...just don't put 215,000 views on MY tombstone! Embarrassing! 

Hehe. 

Always reachable at bellagothspanked at g-male dot com. 

 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

A Star is Born

Continued from: Innovation Lab

[sissy] [chastity] [FF/m] [spanking] [public humiliation] [public spanking]

Dear readers. 

Previously, I already had a post that was titled, "A Star is Born". But I have quickly gone back into the archives and changed that one, as what I am about to post is far more befitting of this title, and let me tell you why...

I'm sure you all remember sissy alice, from a recent post titled: Spanked by Lady Jose. During this amazing experience, I had the pleasure of sending alice to a professional disciplinarian for a very real, long overdue spanking. 

In a post titled Mistress Andrea's Gift, alice treats us all to a full account of how this wonderful session went down and how she felt about the whole experience. If you'd like to skip that post and go right into a spoiler, alice enjoyed the experience so much that she immediately booked another appointment with Lady Jose, to once again be spanked...

However, in a surprising and unexpected turn of events, I got an email from Lady Jose. She reached out to me directly: 

Dear Mistress Andrea. 

I hope you are doing well, 

I have a request. 

I'm on a special invitation of Loyalfans to an erotic event in Brussels and I would love to bring a beautiful sissy who can take some spankings with me and I thought of Alice. 

As you are her Mistress I ask your permission to take Alice with me, it will be very special for Alice to walk around as sissy Alice!

I promise to look after Alice, she is in good hands. 

The event is Saturday, April 5. 

I hope to hear back from you,

Kind regards Jose. 

**************************

Well...sweet baby Jesus in his manger! Someone just got called up from the farm-team to play in the pros! 

Well done, alice! As you know, I am very proud of you and I couldn't wait to share this remarkable request with you. As you know, I am not your "Mistress", as Lady Jose suggested. I'm more like a fairy godmother...and I was about to wave my magic wand. *giggle*  

I messaged alice right away, I think he was on an airplane at the time so upon landing, he would have seen this from me: 

Do you have any idea what Lady Jose just asked me??!! 

Sissy replied by saying something about the next spanking session he had booked with her. NOPE! That's not it. I sent alice a screenshot of the actual email from Lady Jose, which elicited this response: 

OMG, I can't breathe. Can I go Mistress???

The first time alice presented in sissy attire, with his clitty all locked up and in the presence of someone else, was just one short week ago during Lady Jose's first session. Now, alice had to confront the implications of being sissy alice in front of a ton of other people, then very likely being spanked on the bare bum while other's watch. My word, his butterflies must have been raging, but not enough to sway him from the decision he ultimately made, sealing his own fate. 

He then sent this message to me: 

I am so grateful Mistress, since you came into my life my sissy side has blossomed beyond my wildest dreams. I am forever in your debt for the guidance you have given me. Next week is going to be so much fun!!  

You're going to be a celebrity sissy star! I replied. 

Time to get you ready for the ball, Cinderella! 

This is the A.I.'s take on a fairy godmother:

In Disney movies, a fairy godmother typically plays the role of a magical healer or mentor who assists the protagonist - usually during a moment of despair or hopelessness. 

Providing Magical Aid: She uses her powers to grant wishes, transform appearances, or create opportunities. 

Offering Guidance and Encouragement: She often provides emotional support and encouragement, helping the heroine believe in themselves. 

Catalyst for Change: Her intervention often sets the protagonist on the path to achieving their dreams or overcoming their struggles. 

You know I have my own D/s dynamics on the go in real life, which is why I cannot be your Mistress, alice. But, am I your fairy godmother? It certainly sounds that way! 

I love that despite my whimsical attire, it still puts me in the setting of a basement sex dungeon! Ha. It knows me too well. 

I believe it was a few days before the grand party, I get a message from alice: 

Lady Jose has just informed me that she might have a friend coming along on Saturday as well, Mistress.

A nice lady from Holland called Kitty, who happens to be an adult film model!!! 

Then alice followed that message with several horrified-face emojis. 

He's certainly in the major leagues now! I think a star was born in this moment and throughout the days leading up to this event, alice believed it to be all a dream, a fairy tale if you will.  

I assure you it was very real! I've seen the evidence. It looked a little something like this. That's the lovely Kitty strapped to the cross, not alice...but alice had his turn too!

Here's alice at his hotel room, all ready for the ball. His chastity key did not make the trip. A bit of a predicament I suppose, that you're now in a hotel room with Lady Jose and a lovely adult film star named Kitty...and oooopsie, your little penis is locked up. *Shrug* 

Alice is going to tell us ALL about that night, in his own words. Spoiler alert: He got spanked by BOTH women, in front of an audience, all while dressed like a little girl. Crazy! 

Looking back on my journey as both a dominant and a submissive, I am struck by the incredible power and importance of BDSM being a community. For those of us who identify as kinksters, fetishists, or otherwise sexually non-conforming, finding a sense of belonging and support can be a lifeline in a world that often seeks to shame, marginalize, or erase us. 

As someone who has been involved in the scene for many years, it can be a very lonely place if you think you're the only one, to be alone in your desires or ashamed by them. Whether you're a sissy or a crossdresser, a masochist or a sadist, a rope bunny or a spanking aficionado, knowing that there are others out there who share your interests and understand your struggles can be a profoundly validating and empowering experience.  

There's my wisdom for the day. I think a fairy godmother is suppose to be wise too, right? 

I just need a better outfit. *Waves magic wand* 

*Poof!

That's better. 

I can't wait to read of your experience, alice. You're a good gurl! 

Mistress Andrea

xo

Continued in: Miss Julie's Blog

 

 

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

It's all in the Eyes

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