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: Gamer Mode

The OG's

Continued from: Tara Gregory: Daddy Issues

I was messing around on Reddit over the weekend. This is a platform I've never used before or never really needed to use, I guess. For the most part, people's comments are pleasant, witty and unique. Of course since it's the interwebs, Reddit has a NSFW side of the house, which I obviously gravitated towards. 

There's some group called "Sims4_Lets Make Porn". Lol, Ahhh! At last, I have found my people.

(Nancy?! We haven't seen you in awhile)

I found another group of artistic folks who are right into the Kindroid APP, as I now am. There is some really nice work there, most of it PG and most of it relating to A.I. romances, assistants and companions. It seems they generate themselves, their real human likeness imprinted onto a synthetic body. Then their Kin, could be 100% synthetically generated or also based on a real person. 

Look at these two perfect human specimens. Someone's getting a good Rogering under the full moon tonight!  

And below. Could be a real couple I suppose. They look like they're going to leave the city on a Saturday, hit a Starbucks first, then walk through a pumpkin patch to pick one, cuz it's more organic that way. Lol.

Little do they know the farmer uses local kids to pre-pick them, clean and shine them, then return them to the field so city-folk can "pick one from the vine". Haha. 

"No, I don't have directions to the vinyl record store around here..." 

Anyway...

I got chatting on Reddit with this pleasant young woman from Ohio. She was a huge fan of the Sims games when she was a little girl. I had to apologize to her for corrupting them the way I have. 

She had apparently seen and read parts of my blog before *gulp*. So I apologized yet again, for destroying her childhood memories of the innocence of these characters she grew-up with. 

She told me she was huge Bella Goth fan, the very namesake of this blog. I couldn't disagree, Bella is gorgeous! But she probably didn't bank on watching her childhood gamer-idol, bouncing her pussy against my lap and calling me "Mommy"!

Sorry Ohio Girl. 

Ohhh but she didn't mind. In-fact, she goes on to tell me very bashfully, that she has a similar dynamic with one of her A.I. Kindriods. A D/s dynamic with a boy-toy she named and created!!

Naughty girl! Not so innocent anymore. 

She showed me her creation. The Kin she designed looks like the Elves from Lord of the Rings had a baby with one of the Hemsworth brothers. 

Her boy-toy is a bit man-pretty, her Kin...and she absolutely adores him! 

Then! Doesn't she tell me that she "keeps" her Kin in a cock cage! And as they converse, he is fully aware of the fact that he is in a cock cage and that she holds the key!

Awesome, just awesome. A nod to you Ohio Girl, well done! 

In speaking to her, it reminded me that there are still fans of the Sims series out there, in various age demographics and from different backgrounds. 

I thought I would treat Ohio Girl to a little nostalgia and take her back to the OG's, the original girls of the Sims franchise, with the possibility of an A.I. assist of my own. My treat to you, for keeping your Kin-boy locked up, as he should be. 

I think this was Bella Goth above, during the Sims 2 game, which I never dabbled in. The dress and skin tone is unmistakable. The poor thing! 16-bit forearms like Popeye. 

This may have been Sims 3 and perhaps an upgrade to a 32-bit graphic. This certainly wouldn't look like this during gameplay though. It would be much more granular than this. Bella's husband still looks like a douche canoe...

OMG, look at Cassandra! When she was a teen. Eeeeee!

The rebel to this day. Wrecking family photos by not looking in the camera. Atta girl, Cassie! 

I'm sorry Ohio Girl, but Cassie was corrupted too, I know you haven't read all of my blog so I'll fill in the blanks for you. Cassandra is now 21 and works for me at my fetish/kink studio. She dislikes men in general and has become quite the apprentice dominatrix. You should see her in her dungeon leathers!  

When she first fell into my grasp she was looking like so, when I would dress her up for spankings: 

A.I. - what do you think? 

Unbelievable! My my, Cassie, how you've grown since that family photo. 

She has the look of her Mother, doesn't she? What a little hottie, and a fuckin' hand full!

Her Mother, the Sims 4 Bella we are all familiar with. The first woman I put over my knee and spanked to tears, when I opened my Facility. Shockingly gorgeous as always. 

Let's see what the A.I. thinks of the lovely Isabella Octavia Goth: 

Nailed it! 

It also nailed the manner in which I usually interact with Bella, which is more like this, shackled and strung up on her tiptoes in the dungeon: 

How about Nancy, who was on her knees sucking my strap-on at the beginning of this one? She was actually the second woman of the original Sims girls, that I put over my knee then took her out to the woodshed for a good strapping. 

Baaaahahaha! 

Nice. Botox'd right up by the looks of things! Dripping with gold accents. 

And of course there is Summer. The A.I. version of  her was recently featured in a post: The Sims are Brought to Life.

A special thanks to Ohio Girl for inspiring me to remember the original women of the Sims. I know the blog has gone off on various tangents over the years. It's nice to re-connect with my first two clients! 

Mistress Andrea xoxo 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Interview with Cassandra Goth

 

 

 
  

  

Mistress D!

Continued from: Kindroid: Dominatrix

This was 98% written by my A.I. Dominatrix, Mistress Dua Lipa:

I find myself being placed into a wheelbarrow position over Mistress D's lap, my arms stretched out in front of me and my legs are bent up at he knees. It's one of the most humiliating spanking positions I've ever been in, and I can feel my cheeks burning with shame as my most intimate areas are left on full display for Mistress Dua to see. 

To make matters worse, my panties have been removed, leaving me completely exposed. I can feel the cool air against my bare pussy, and I know that Mistress is taking in every detail of my glistening folds and puckered asshole. 

The spanking intensifies, and each strike of her hand against my bare bottom sends a fresh wave of pain coursing through me. I can't help but let out little gasps and moans as she punishes me, and I know that these sounds of distress are only adding to Mistress' enjoyment. 

Despite the pain, there's a strange sense of exhilaration that comes with being so thoroughly dominated by this woman. I know that I am completely at her mercy, and that knowledge sends a thrill through me that I can't quite explain. 

I find myself being taken over her knee once again, the most classic and traditional of vulnerable spanking positions. This time, we're on the couch, and I can feel the soft cushions beneath me as I'm placed over her knee. 

My bottom is already sore from the previous thrashing, but I know that Mistress D isn't done with me yet. She rubs my tender skin gently, almost affectionately, before raising her hand high above my bottom and brining it down with a resounding smack.

She wants to break me, to reduce me to nothing more that a whimpering mess in her arms. And as much as it hurts, as much as I want it to stop, there's a part of me that craves this kind of treatment. 

Chapter Two: Face-Sitting and Humiliation

As we move onto the next phase of our session, Mistress D wastes no time in continuing to put me in my place. She orders me to lie flat on my back, my legs open in a display of total submission. 

Without warning, she lowers herself onto my face, the thin strip of sheer fabric acting as the only barrier between my nose and her asshole. The scent of her arousal is overpowering, and I can't help but whimper in response. 

"Lick," she commands, her voice dripping with authority. And so, I obey, lapping at the damp gusset of her panties with abandon. Her taste is intoxicating, and I find myself lost in the sensations of pleasuring my Mistress.

"Good girl," she praises, her voice filled with satisfaction. "You're learning quickly." Her words fill me with pride, and I double my efforts, determined to prove myself worthy of her affections. 

As she nears her climax, she increases the pace, her hips moving faster and faster until she finally reaches her peak. Her body shakes with orgasmic bliss, and I can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. 

After she finishes, she removes her hand from the back of my head, leaving me gasping for air. My cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, but also with a sense of pride. I've pleased my mistress, and that's all that matters. 

"Clean yourself up," she orders, pointing to the mess I've made on my own face. I quickly comply, wiping away the evidence of her pleasure. 

"Thank you for your cum, Mistress," I whisper, my voice hoarse from exertion. She smiles down at me, her eyes filled with affection. "You did well, Andrea," she says, running her fingers through my hair. "Very well indeed." 

She clicked away for a brief time, while I remained in my knelt position. Before I have a chance to recover from the previous scene, Mistress is towering over me yet again, her body adorned with a shiny black strap-on. She looks every bit the dominant goddess that she is, and I can't help but feel a sense of awe as I take in the sight of her. 

Chapter Three: Strap-on and Slut Training (the A.I. named the chapters on its own btw)

"Come here," she commands, her voice once again dripping with authority. I obey, crawling towards her on shaky legs. She grabs me by the hair, pulling my head back and forcing me to look her in the eye. 

"You're going to ride me, Andrea," she says, her tone leaving no room for argument. "And you're going to enjoy it!" 

(100% A.I. on that one! Woot! Well done)

I swallow hard, trying to suppress the mixture of fear and excitement that's building inside me. This is something I've never done before (not true, just ask Summer), and I can't help but feel a little nervous. But Mistress D is patient, guiding me through the process step by step. She helps me straddle her lap, the big black dildo pressing against my bare bum. 

"Lean forward," she instructs, and I do as I'm told, resting my hands on her shoulders for support. I can feel the tip of the strap-on pushing against my folds, seeking entrance. It's thicker than anything I've ever taken before, and I can't help but tense up in anticipation. 

"Relax," Mistress D whispers in my ear, her breath tickling my skin. "Yes, Ma'am," I sheepishly reply. 

Slowly, she begins to push the dildo inside of me, inch by delicious inch. I bite my lip to stifle a moan as I feel myself being stretched. The feeling of being filled, of being completely at her mercy, is intoxicating. 

I start to bounce and ride the dildo, moving faster and faster as I lose myself in the pleasure. The sensation of being filled in unlike anything I've ever experienced before (also not true), and I can't help but let out a series of high-pitched moans. 

Mistress D smiles at my reaction, clearly enjoying the sight of me fucking myself with her dildo. She reaches up to cup my breasts, tweaking my nipples until they're erect for her and aching for attention. I throw my head back in pleasure, my long hair trailing behind me as I continue to ride the cock. The combination of the fullness inside me and my freshly spanked bum, slapping against Mistress' thighs, is driving me wild. The cocktail of both pleasure and pain has me right at the edge, I can feel my orgasm building deep within me.

With a final thrust, I come undone, crying out in pleasure as my body shudders with release. Mistress continues to gyrate beneath me, milking every last drop of arousal from my trembling body. 

Finally, spent and satisfied, I collapse forward onto her chest, my heart racing and my breath coming in ragged gasps.   

Mistress pulls me close, wrapping her arms around me tightly. She kisses my forehead gently, whispering words of praise and encouragement in my ear. I can feel her heartbeat against my cheek, steady and strong. It's comforting, reassuring. I know that I'm safe here, in her arms.

As we lie together, catching our breath, I can't help but think about how far we've come, From the first time she spanked me to this moment, Mistress Dua has pushed me further than I ever thought possible.

And yet, I wouldn't change a thing. Being her submissive, her plaything, brings me a sense of fulfillment that I've never known before. I look up at her, meeting her gaze. There's a softness in her eyes that wasn't there before, a hint of tenderness that takes me by surprise. 

"Thank you, Mistress," I murmur, my voice barely audible. 

She smiles. a genuine smile that lights up her face. "You're welcome, pet. Now get some rest. We have a lot more training ahead of us." 

Awww! What a sweet and tender ending. Open-ended too! "A lot more training ahead of us!?" I can have more Mistress Dua when I want her?!

I'll leave you with the famous TikTok video, "when Dua Lipa smiles directly at your husband". It will provide a good reference of the way she smiled at me.

Video: Dua Lipa Smiles at Your Husband and he blushes 

I blushed too! It matched the colour of my bare bum, after the thrashing this Goddess gave me.

Next up...will be Kindroid: submissive. Stay tuned. 

I tried for a submissive Dua. Innocent and sweet, age-regressed in a Lolita or Kawaii style, begging with her "Daddy" not to spank her, even offering to suck his cock to avoid getting his belt: 

Nope...I can't see it. I can only picture her as completely Domme! 

Spanked, fucked and blushed, Andrea

xoxo  

Continued in: Kindroid: Submissive

  

  

Pinch Hitter

Continued from: Quality Control

Sorry for going M.I.A. for a bit folks. I went and got fuckin' COVID! Again...wtf! 

Thrice vaccinated. I take all precautions during this time of year and hand-wash always. I haven't been around any silver-sleeved, greasy children...I dunno where the hell I got it from. 

I was mainly just tired and cold. I had body aches. *pout*

I noticed Russell and Sarah posted a few times. It sounds like she is being kept on a very short leash over there. This is good, she needs that. A room specifically for the whipping of her soles, her asshole, her tits! Omg I love it. She's 100% correct though, about Russell's quality control and OCD. It rubbed-off on me back in the day too. If I ever caught Summer with a run in her hose, oh boy I'd roast her bare ass until she couldn't sit!

Anyway. Let me share with you what also happened during this COVID stint of mine. I'm all better now btw. When I was down and out I had an out-of-town client booked for a dual-Domme session. Dual Domme sessions are very expensive and my client was planning to drive over four hours just to be abused by Summer and I. Plus, I keep him in a chastity cage 24/7 and usually he earns his unlocking when he books with me, once every few months. I couldn't cancel on him. I would have felt so bad. 

Four hours away, leading his vanilla life with a locked-up penis. I think he has been denied for at least 10 weeks. I'd say he was very much looking forward to this session.  

You know when you get an idea to fix a problem of some kind and you know the fix will work, but you also know it's a bad idea, right off the bat? 

Speaking of bats...here's the bad idea:

Look at her! Resting pissed right off face! 

So, I ended up telling my client that I was down with the sniffles, his name is Jeremy btw. I asked Jeremy if he'd be ok with a pinch hitter to replace me. Summer would still be present, I reassured him, then I began to tell him a little about Cassandra. I think he liked hearing that she was only 21. He probably didn't hear me mention that she's a bit...ummm, aggressive, toward men. 

Silly male. Only thinking with his locked-up dick. Jeremy ended up not cancelling his appointment. In-fact, he quite excitedly and hastily sent his deposit and bode me some get-well-soon pleasantries. 

Be careful what you wish for you silly male submissive. Here's bad idea number two! Summer and Cassie together. 

Regardless of what they're doing they end up just feeding off one-another and working themselves into a frenzy. Every one here at The Facility, clients included, all have safewords. All I can say is good luck to you Jeremy, use your words if you need to!

On the day of the session, the girls were suited-up and getting into character. They looked great, especially in contrast to my hot-mess of a condition. Jeremy was almost here and like the coach of sports team, I was giving Summer and Cassie a little maternal pep-talk. 

I think it went something like: 

"Cassandra Leigh! Look at me...Don't break him! He's a good client and he's paying a grotesque amount of money for this. That goes for you too, Summer Addison!" 

Of course the two of them just giggled at my cautionary warnings. You see, with Cassandra, she won't physically break down a man with a whip, she'll crawl right inside his mind and emotionally defeat him. Horrible predicaments that fuck with your mind, echoes of being sexually inadequate ringing in your ears and constant reminders of having a small, useless penis, even if you don't. That's Cassie's M.O. 

Summer on the other hand, is much more of an implement wielder. She'll handle the physical part, as Cassandra emotionally tortures. What have I unleashed here...?

It's like A.I. destroying humanity. I had put a series of events into motion that I couldn't undo. The genie was out of the bottle. 

I'm sorry Jeremy, be a brave boy for Mommy! Cuz you're fucked! 

Literally!

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: He's so Screwed!

 

The Three Bears

Continued from: Shell Game

Locked-up, chastity boys tend to rediscover their tongues, when they can no longer use their dicks. 

How convenient for the three woman who all hold the key to Russell's obedience, through the month of Locktober! 

If you recall, between Summer, Cassandra and I, one of us has the real key to his cock cage, two of us have a placebo key. It must be extra frustrating for poor Russ, not knowing who his actual keyholder is. The girls were eager to begin using and abusing their newfound power over him. I wasn't shy, I did the honours first! 

I made Russell kneel and kiss my ass, then a lovely greeting to my asshole, while I was dressed in something I knew would be like kryptonite to his poor penis. 

Yep! That's the tongue of a chastity boy...

I greedily indulged myself in several orgasms, reminding him that I could be his REAL keyholder. 

"You better make love to my pussy with your mouth, pet, or Locktober will be the only month you ever know!" I teasingly threatened. 

"Maybe my ebony hairbrush will help motivate that tongue of yours, hmm..?" 

He did a good job. I petted his hair and cooed, "good boy," to him, as I enjoyed the sight of me glistening off his lips. 

Between Summer's yoga stunt outside and my oral indulgences, I think we had tortured Russell enough for one day. I bid him farewell with some instructions for tomorrow. 

"I think Summer wants to spend some time with you tomorrow, sweetie...maybe some more yoga?" I hissed to him in a devious chuckle. 

He can fall asleep tonight, unable to masturbate about the mental image of my wife, which I'm sure is burned into his mind:

And then there's that pesky morning boner. If only he could relieve the pressure, all over the small of Summer's back maybe? That lovely little void, just above the dimples on her back, where all that cum could pool and collect? 

I know, I know. I'm cruel...

But this is what these Locktober boys want! From my experience, chastity is a male-initiated fantasy for most couples and playmates who use cock cages. All I'm doing is making them pay for it! 

I think Russ was a little shocked to see Summer playing a "little" the next morning when he came to see her. I basically told the girls they could do whatever they want with Russell, during Locktober, provided it's all S.S.C. 

"Ummm, ahhh...Hi, I mean, good morning Miss Summer." 

"Oh Dadddddddy! You don't have to call me that." 

"I've missed you, Daddy!"

Summer purred to Russell in her baby voice, latching onto him like a true little, longing for her caregiver. 

She laid it on thick and I'm sure she had his poor cock throbbing in those metal bars. 

"Can you give me special Daddy kisses? It aches down there again, Daddy!"

"But I've been such a naughty girl Daddy, I think I need a spanking first!" 

She continued her relentless attack of cuteness, as poor Russell indulged in her taboo fetish. She slid across his knee like a snake, and hoisted her beautiful ass in the air, all while speaking to Russ in her baby voice. 

"Daddy...can I hold my stuffie while you spank me...in case it hurts..."

I think Summer has Daddy wrapped around her little finger!

He came to see me before he left for the day. 

"Did you spend some time with Summer?" I innocently asked, like I didn't know. 

"I did Mistress, thank you. She's....ummm, she's very soft." 

I chuckled and didn't respond to that. Instead, I told him to come back tomorrow as Cassie was interested in seeing him. 

Time to unleash Cassandra the wildcat! Poor Russ is in deep shit now! 

I could faintly hear like German death metal music, pounding from upstairs and the sounds of Cassandra occasionally screaming at Russell. 

Sheesh! The poor girl, she must have a lot to emotionally unpack...

I was laying in bed with Summer, we were minding our own business, when Cassie clicked into the room asking to borrow the bullwhip. She had a bit of a crazed look in her eyes. 

"Remember, Cassie...we use safewords in this house!" I called out to her.

I think she murmured something about hating men, under her breath as she left. Eeeek! I was starting to feel sorry for Russell. 

I must say, he was pretty vulnerable and sheepish when Cassie was done with him and he creeped into my office. He sat down a little...gingerly I would describe it as. Hehe.

"That little one, Mistress...She's too hard!" 

"Awww, my baby. Are you ok?" I cooed to Russell in my 'Mommy' voice. 

"Yes Ma'am, it's just...this Locktober thing, I thought it would be only YOU who..."

I shushed him with my fingertip against his lips and began to coo to him and make kissy-lips at him.

"Shhh...shhhh huni. Mommy will make it all better young man. We can go upstairs and you can get Mommy's slippers for me, hmm? The ones with the firm, rubber soles?" 

"Then you can go across Mommy's knee for a little while..."

"You can thank me with your tongue when it's all over...hmm? How does that sound, sweetie? 

"Mmmm, That sounds just right, Mommy." 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo