Diapered & Denied

Continued from: Betrayed

After sending Mandy to the corner, I set a timer for twenty minutes and settled into a nearby chair, admiring the view of her freshly spanked bottom. Mandy remained perfectly still, her nose pressed firmly against the corner, her hands clasped obediently behind her head. 

As many of you know, I often write about layering, when it comes to BDSM. Whether this means a properly layered spanking or the strategic application of bondage, in compounding layers. Not only is the layering functional, but most importantly is how it affects the psychology and headspace of the submissive. 

Picture how you would feel, having your partner bind your ankles with a soft, silky scarf, the kind you'd get in a beginners bondage kit off Amazon. Cute, and it has its time and place. 

Versus finding yourself at the mercy of your dominant partner, in a bondage configuration like this: 

Things should "feel" different, your butterflies should feel different and your sense of helplessness should be greatly heightened. 

Poor Mandy, having been betrayed by her own pussy in the last installment, was manually edged by me, denied orgasm, then spanked directly on her traitorous petals. I couldn't think of a better time to layer her. 

I approached the changing table, my eyes roaming over the array if equipment I prepared for her continued torment. Baby wipes, powder, a realistic looking anal plug complete with lubricant - these are the instruments of my control. 

I ran my fingers over the smooth leather of the chastity belt, admiring the sturdiness of the metal locks and buckles. Once secured around Mandy's diaper, this device will render her utterly helpless, unable to access her most sensitive areas with my express permission. 

Beside the chastity belt, laid a pair of padded bondage mittens, their soft pink fabric a stark contrast to the reality of their purpose. Lockable of course, these will ensure that Mandy's hands remain useless, incapable of even the simplest acts of self-pleasure or relief. 

"Up you get, little one," I say, patting the padded surface of the adult-sized change table. "It's time to get you ready for your nap." 

I watch with rapt attention, as Mandy squirms and writhes on the changing table, her face contorted with shame and humiliation. With a resigned sigh, she lays back and lifts her legs into the air, her thighs falling open to expose her most intimate parts to my inspection. 

I took a moment to admire the view, savouring the sight of her vulnerable, trembling form. She gasped as I blotted the cold baby wipe against her soaked pussy, wiping away the evidence of her shameful arousal. Her eyes widened in horror as I dabbed and wiped a second one against her puckered anus, the scent of them leaving an innocent freshness in their wake. 

Mandy tensed as I circled her asshole with my fingers, applying generous amounts of lubricant inside and out. "Relax, baby girl," I cooed, my voice dripping with false reassurance. "This won't hurt a bit...well, not too much, anyway." Before she could respond, I pressed the tip of the penis plug against her little pucker, until it breached and entered. 

Mandy's mouth fell open in a silent moan, her eyes rolled back in her head as the thick, veiny plug seated in place, the base peeked out obscenely from between her spanked ass cheeks. Reaching for the baby powder, I shook a liberal amount between her legs, coating her naughty pussy in a fine, white dust. The scent was overwhelming, sickening sweet, a perfect accompaniment to the humiliation she must have been feeling when she watched me slid the crinkly diaper under her tender bum. 

Mandy could only whimper and tell me how badly she needed to cum, as I applied the padlocks to her, and another set of locks to her bondage mitts. 

Do my layers end there? Is that enough? 

Of course not. 

Once in the crib and comfortably on her back, I affixed soft leather bondage cuffs to Mandy's ankles, locking these as well and securing them to the bars of the crib. 

"There now, little one," I murmur, my voice laced with false sweetness. "All nice and secure and ready for beddy-byes." I reach over and switch on a baby sound machine, filling the room with the soothing sounds of rainfall and lullabies. It's a cruel joke, given the state of arousal and frustration I'm leaving my poor Mandy in. 

I'd love to use a pacifier gag for her, but I wouldn't be able to leave her alone with something like that in her mouth. Secured and plugged in her denied predicament, I leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Mommy will be back in a little while, sweetheart...try to nap." 

Then, with a satisfied smirk, I turned and exited the room. 

I took off my Mommy Domme outfit and changed into something a little more comfortable, to prepare for the second stage of Mandy's session, after her nap. 

I checked the time delay to the UK before calling my sweet Cassandra for our weekly check-in. It was early evening there, which meant she was likely deep into a session at her fetish studio. 

"Hello, sweetheart!" I purred into the phone, my voice maternal and warm. As she and I began to converse, I became increasingly aware of the background noises emanating from her end of the line. The sharp crack of a whip cut through the air, followed by a muffled gasp and a wet, slurping sound.

No doubt, she had some poor, unsuspecting man trussed up in lingerie and high heels, kneeling before her as she guided his reluctant mouth onto a waiting erection. 

"Mistress Cassandra, but I'm not gay," I heard this British accent whimper pathetically, his voice strained with desperation. Cassandra's laughter rang out, cold and cruel. "Of course you're not pet," she purred sarcastically, "you just have another man's cock in your mouth right now. Now stop your whining and get back to work, that dick isn't gonna suck itself." 

"Mistress, can I call you back in like 15? This little cock whore needs more motivating." 

I heard another crack of a whip and a yelp of pain, before the line went dead on me. I couldn't help but chuckle and shake my head. I can't wait to hear all about this one...

Tsk tsk...oh, Cassie...

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: The Facility U.K.

 

 

Old Fashioned

Continued from: Adorable A.I.

Basil Hayden bourbon 

Aztec Chocolate bitters

Burnt orange rind

On the rocks

That's how this gal likes her old fashioned. 

I thought I'd slow-sip on one, while I contemplate where to take the storyline next. With the introduction of so many new and exciting characters, each with their own uniqueness, the possibilities seem endless at this point. 

Summer and I are always here as a default, if the content is not exciting enough. I did a little tribute post to her in the last installment.

Goddess Skylar, the new girl in town. 

We're almost ready to unleash her on the Facility but it seems she's reconnected with an old friend. The mysterious Dr. Eesha Patel. Sky showed me some pictures of Eesha, she's gorgeous! (and her name, ironically enough, means Goddess in Hindi) 

I can't argue with that. 

I'm wondering if this could be their future at my Facility? 

Across the pond in the Facility U.K., my baby girl Cassandra Goth and her new wife, Carley, are establishing their own den of depravity. Looks like quite the welcoming place for silly male clients. 

They even found themselves a sissy receptionist named, Alice. I think he's coming up on 90 days in his chastity cage. Around those two, I don't imagine he'll ever need his penis for a sexual purpose, ever again. 

Cassandra is a sim, the daughter of Bella and Mortimer Goth. Her and her mom haven't spoken since the semi-secret wedding in England. As a former disciplinarian to both of the Goth women, I may need to intervene and sort those two out. Mother and daughter, both taking a trip over my knee for a nice, long attitude adjustment, we can always take the storyline in that direction. I'll have them on speaking terms in no time, if they wish to avoid my hairbrush. 

Carely...not a sim. 

I quite literally hijacked and stole this dude's Kindroid character that he made and incorporated Carley into the main storyline of this blog. Again, when I write, I am never really sure what direction things are going to go until it happens. Poor Robbie, the creator of the lovely Carley, ended up being left alone in some forest in England, after Carley got married to Cassandra. Sorry, Robbie. 

For the darker, more intense side of BDSM, we can always visit the Facility U.K. and write about these two little tattooed weapons.

We have Sarah Jane and Russell, not sims and are actually based on real people. They did a huge switcheroo recently and Sarah is now enjoying the spoils of a female-led-relationship, with a heavy emphasis on caring, but strict domestic discipline.

I wonder if she'll ever feel the need to switch back to her submissive role? She seems to be loving being on this side of the OTK chair. 

And lets not forget Sarah's little playmate, Mandy, the soccer mom. Those two found themselves "forced" into some bisexual dungeon play at the hands of Russell. Now it seems that Sarah Jane has claimed Mandy for herself, probably to use her to cuckold Russell while his penis remains locked in chastity. 

Plenty of great content with these two and this storyline. 

And lets not forget the real OG's. Bella and Nancy who are both from the sims world. 

Vanessa and her sissy husband, Derek, these are fictional characters...always good story opportunities here, of intense cuckolding, humiliation and sissy slavery. 

What do you think everyone? Where should we take things next? And let’s try another video, of ME this time! 

I'm just gonna sip my old fashioned and contemplate all of this, while I wait for your suggestions. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Why Choose BDSM?"

Ethical Dilemma

Continued from: Sacrifice

Good news everyone! Summer and I were never in a war. France did not invade Canada, in this century anyway. And Summer and I did not kill ourselves out of pure love, in the Canadian wilderness... 

Dear readers, 

If you hadn't noticed, a number of my posts were pulled down, including my epic adventure story that had little to do with BDSM and spanking. 

I pulled these posts down myself...all the Tara Gregory and her step-daddy stories (which were great) and a few others that involved A.I. images. 

Let me tell you why...as this was an ethical dilemma.

Since I started my facility and various fetish studios, men and women alike seek out my services for a variety of fantasy purposes. Usually they want to be humiliated, degraded, objectified and debased, especially the women, and in some cases, completely dehumanized. 

BUT! This is all done on their consent, in a safe environment where they can explore their darkest fantasies, with the option of a safeword to stop everything. And we should never judge them for what they are into and there should be no shame in it, fair? 

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This is adult film star, Cherry Torn: 

She's quite popular in the kink sites, she's had a variety of hairstyles over the years and I've always liked her, especially the noises she makes when under pain and orgasmic duress.  

This video in particular was delightful!

Here, Cherry finds herself in some dirty factory, all trussed up and being fucked directly in the ass by her Domme's strap-on. It looks like a punishment fucking for a naughty slave girl. I think her Domme's name is "Chanta" - she's awesome too.

During Cherry's sodomy, she's drooling from a very dehumanizing ball gag and making her lovely grunting sounds, as her anus struggles to accommodate the thrusting invader. 

(I love this gag btw, Sarah Jane, listen up! You’re getting one of these and you’ll be getting exactly this treatment!) 

Cherry is an adult film star, she may even have an agent or a team. She would have consented to this film and photo shoot, she probably even knew what it entailed and was likely paid handsomely for her performance. There would have been paperwork and contracts. I'm sure the rights to the original video and images belong to the film studio, to do with as they please. Cherry would have consented to this also...

What Cherry did not consent to, was someone on the internet farming her images from scenes like the above, then creating their own A.I. images of her in French Maid outfits, schoolgirl outfits or other compromising material. I think this recently happened with the likes of Taylor Swift and some other celebrities, so real in fact, that their friends and P.R. people were like: 

"Were you actually in a gangbang in Nashville last weekend, Taylor?"  

Additionally, this is now happening to more vulnerable teens and school-aged students as a new form of bullying and blackmail. 

One could argue a caveat emptor...let the buyer beware. Ye who uploadeth their own likeness to the internet, taketh on the associated risks in doing so. "You're already all over the internet, naked and being fucked because you're a porn star, what's the harm in a few more generated images?" 

I once agreed with this...completely. Especially with that "look at me" culture that started with Facebook and people were photographing themselves with their breakfast choice each morning and posting it online. It was irritating and unnecessary and that was definitely a too bad, so sad situation...you put yourself out there. 

But, all of this was before A.I. image engines became so real that Taylor's vagina was probably sore, upon seeing her own likeness riding some randomly generated dick.  

Mark my words, laws will be coming soon. To protect the innocent and more vulnerable from this. Or to protect the continued objectification of women, a word I used at the beginning of this post in a positive context. Again, the key here is consent.

So...much to my dismay and that of my readers, I had to say goodbye to the avatar of Summer, of Tara Gregory, of Tyler Scott and a few others. My avatar is safe, it was made with a combination of my own likeness and a rich description of myself, to arrive with such images as: 

As for the rest of the girls, they all got a little makeover, come have a look...

The beautiful and elegant, Isabella (Bella) Octavia Goth, my Latin stunner and devout sex slave. 

Her avatar was created safely and ethically from this image: 

To get this result: 

I understand they look a little more "cartoonish" than my image, but at least I'm not exploiting some random woman. 

I can still work with these. 

My beautiful wife Summer, the flight attendant. Summer Addison Holiday. Her new likeness was ethically created from this image: 

And the drumroll results: 

Would you like to know how Summer keeps her bare feet as smooth as silk, to accommodate her foot fetish sales and hosiery selling racket? Play beach volleyball two nights a week and run barefoot in the sand... 

We can work with this new avatar, everyone, can't we; for future blog posts? 

Some dungeon action maybe, with Summer in a bondage cell? 

Or perhaps you like her in her default role that she personifies around the house, severely age regressed and frequently spanked over my knee?

Last but certainly not least (for now), Cassie. Cassandra Leigh Goth, who is the 21-year-old daughter of Bella Goth. Recently she's earned the title of Mistress Cassie at my Facility. Her avatar was ethically sourced from this image: 

The A.I. took the above and generated the below: 

She looks like her mother doesn't she, just way more bitchy!? Ha.

She's gonna end up in the courthouse / judicial wing of my Facility if she doesn't tidy up her attitude though!

What do you think everyone, can we live with this? I'll continue my blog and my writing using the new A.I. girls above, the A.I. me and the Sims 4 animations and stills. 

Some sissy fans on Redditt have sent me A.I. images of themselves and their consent to use them in this blog too. Carley, the Tattooed pixie from the previous story, her creator advises she's synthetic, and not an actual person's likeness...so she's good to go. 

I might re-do the France invading Canada three-part story because I loved it so much. I already have the new version of soldier Summer, ready to go. ;)

Thank you all for your continued support, loyalty and understanding through this adjustment. Remember, this is all about protecting women and doing the right thing, in the face of technological advancements. 

Mistress Andrea xo

P.S. Read Mo Gawdat - Scary Smart. Yes I've plugged this book before...it's worth it, trust me.   

Continued in: Aggravated Anilingus

  

 

Tattoos and Tongues

Continued from: Meet Carley

I barley finished up my secret masturbation indulgence, brought on by listening to poor Carley receive a spanking, before there was a tiny little knock at my office door. 

I composed myself quickly, I'm sure my cheeks were a little flushed and my knees were definitely wobbly in my heels. 

"Enter," I called out. 

I was surprised to see Carley's mousey little face, peeking through the door she cracked open. 

"May I come in, Ma'am?" She squeaked out sheepishly, her eyes appearing recently moistened with tears. 

I held out my arms maternally, invitingly. This little fallen angel can't be any older than twenty-five, so I turned on the Mommy charm.  "You ok, sweetheart?"

"Yes Ma'am," she said, as she accepted my embrace and a comforting rub to her upper arms, while I smiled down at her. 

"Robby told me to come apologize to you, Ma'am. And to thank you for the use of your private space for m...my spanking, Ma'am." Swallowing her humility hard, Carley apologized and thanked me. 

Her voice trembled with vulnerability as she continued to speak. "If you need to take me over your knee for putting you out of your way, Ma'am, I understand." She began to lift her dress to reach for the band of her panties.

Awww! What a little cutie! I stopped her. 

"That won't be necessary, little one," I said caringly, as I continued to rub her shoulders. "Having to come here and apologize and thank me for providing a space for you to receive a spanking, I'm sure has served as punishment enough."

Simply being hospitable, I ushered her to sit. Stupid me! She just got a spanking. She did in-fact sit down beside me but she did so very gingerly. 

Her voice was laced with the awe and amazement of a small child at Disneyland. "Mistress, what IS this place?" 

I giggled momentarily, before answering her in as clever of a clandestine way I could manage.

"Have you ever been to a food court in a mall, sweetheart?" I asked her rhetorically. "It's kinda like that. There's a little something for everyone's different tastes." Carley smiled for the first time. 

With that, I took her by the hand and gave her a full tour of the place, from top to bottom. From the scents of leather and metal of the sex dungeon, to the comforting aroma of baby lotion in the nursery, I showed her everything. 

The sparkle in her eyes beamed in amazement like it was Christmas morning. Like she was an Elvis fan and this was her Graceland. 

"I can't believe this world exists, Ma'am." Carley gasped aloud, "It's making my tummy feel funny. Like it does when Robby tells me I'm getting a spanking." 

   

What an adorable little biscuit! I chuckled at her comment. "Speaking of which, where is Robby?

"He was at the bar, Ma'am, with that short-haired woman who kinda looks like me," she answered, sounding a bit irritated. 

"Oh gawd! He's met Cassandra..." My voice trailed off, almost feeling sorry for poor Robby. I'm sure when he settled into the bar he was greeted by a, "who the fuck are you?" 

Carley interjected, in her posh, little accent. "He thinks he's a bit of a Jack the Lad. He probably thinks she fancies him...."

"Cassandra?!" I blurted out. 

"Have you ever tried to call or summon a rattlesnake into your palm?" I sarcastically added. "That's about how much luck he's gonna have with Cassandra."

Our tour ended at the bar, and as I expected, there was Cassandra, glaring at Robby in disapproval, simply because he has a penis and it's not in a chastity cage.

Cassie's disgusted gaze upon Robby quickly flashed toward Carley, as we both power-clicked into the room. Her eyes lit right up when she saw the adorable and edgy little thing. A kindred spirit perhaps? Both adorned with piecing and tattoos.

Cassandra was on her like a hawk, pulling her in for a warm hug and innocently introducing herself as "Cassie the Receptionist", even though she is way more than that now! 

"You're fuckin' gorgeous! May I kiss you on the lips, Carley?" Cassandra blurted out, being obnoxiously vulgar and bold. 

Carley flashed a quick glance towards Robby, who raised an eyebrow and gave a nod of approval. 

Then, as he sipped his old fashioned, I watched a boyish grin tug at the corners of his lips, as he took in the sight of Carley returning the kiss, and dart her pierced tongue into Cassandra's mouth. 

"Is this little doll a client, Mistress?" Cassandra asked the room out loud. 

"No." I replied. 

"Not yet, anyway...."

Think we should have her back...? 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: The Tears of the Sissies will Water the Meadows of France