That's my little girl!

Continued from: Ugly Cried

The ceremony was held in the heart of the forest, amidst towering oaks and ancient stones. A friend of Carley's is a Druid priestess, who can apparently officiate weddings. Her ethereal presence added an otherworldly, Celtic air to the proceedings. 

As I stood at the edge of the wooded clearing, waiting for Cassandra to emerge, I dabbed at my eyes with a delicate tissue, my emotions threatening to overwhelm me. When Cassandra finally appeared, my heart swelled with pride and love. She looked radiant in her little white dress, but of course, this was no ordinary bride. Beneath the virginal white, I caught glimpses of black fishnet stockings and heavy combat boots, a perfect blend of innocence and rebellion that was so quintessentially Cassandra.

As a distant piper began to play, an eerie, haunting tune that seemed to echo through the very trees themselves, it signaled the beginning of the ceremony. 

I stepped forward, offering Cassandra my arm with a smile. "Ready, my darling?" I asked softly. Cassandra nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Mommy," she whispered, her voice trembling, "I'm scared."

I pulled her close, enveloping her in a warm embrace. "I know, my sweetheart," I soothed, stroking her hair gently, "love can be scary at times, but you and Carley are meant for one another." 

Cassandra's hand trembled slightly, as she placed it over her heart, her eyes locked with mine. "Mommy," she whispered, her voice raw with emotion, "I've never let anyone in here before, it's dark in there." Her words hung in the air as she tapped her heart. 

I reached out, covering her hand with my own and intertwining our fingers. "My sweet Cassie," I hushed, "your darkness is part of what makes you so incredibly special. It's the shadow that gives depth to your light, the mystery that draws people like Carley to you, like a moth to a flame." I paused, allowing my words to sink in, watching as Cassandra's breathing slowed and her shoulders relaxed. 

I tried to remain stoic and confident for her, as I again offered her my gloved arm to escort her to her lover. 

Slowly, deliberately, we began our procession down the makeshift aisle, the soft earth cushioning our steps. With each stride, I could feel the weight of the occasion settling upon us, the gravity of the promises that were about to be made. 

To everyone's surprise, Robbie stood tall and proud beside Carley, who looked absolutely breathtaking in a black gothic dress, her tattoos a living tapestry against her pale skin. The sight of them together was a powerful reminder of the many forms love can take, the intricate dance of dominance and submission that binds hearts together. 

As Robbie prepared to give Carley away, I couldn't help but feel a kinship with him, both of us playing crucial roles in the lives of these extraordinary young women. 

And then there was Summer, my beautiful wife and Cassandra's maid of honour, her face streaked with tears of joy. She looked naturally radiant in her own unique way, her beauty amplified by the depth of her emotions. 

The Druid priestess was waiting patiently as we reached the alter. I placed Cassie's little hand in Carley's, giving them both a reassuring squeeze. "Take care of my girl," I managed to whisper to Carley, before my maternal emotion consumed me completely into a mess of tears. 

The two women turned to face one another, their eyes locked in a moment of pure unadulterated connection. Stepping back, I took my place beside Summer, reaching out to clasp her hand in mine. Together, we watched as the Druid woman began the ceremony, her voice rising and falling with the distant bagpipes. 

As the ceremony drew to a close, I watched with rapt attention as Carley and Cassandra sealed their vows with a passionate kiss, their bodies melding together in a perfect union of love and desire. As they finally broke apart, their faces glowing with joy and their hands tightly clasped, I couldn't help but let out of sob of pure happiness.

Hand in hand they began to walk past us, down the woodland aisle. Cassandra caught my eye, mouthing a silent "thank you, Mommy," before rejoining the gaze of her new wife. I stood there watching as they vanished into the woods to do god knows Druidish what to one another. 

Unable to contain my emotions any longer, I buried my face in my satin gloves, letting the tears flow freely. Summer was by my side in an instant, wrapping her arms around me as I shook with the force of my sobs. 

"It was just so beautiful," I managed to choke out between gasps.

"That's my little girl!" I cried out. 

Mistress Andrea xoxo

Continued in: The Stuffie or the Whip

Ugly Cried

Continued from: Thumb Suckers

I set my phone aside, having just messaged Russell about the new and shocking turn of events that just played out in foggy London. His reaction was similar to mine. 

"Holy shit!" 

I caught myself filling with maternal emotion, as I took in the sight of my little Cassie, sitting on the bed in our hotel room, a love-drunk smile on her face. What a journey we have had. My mind was recalling all of the turbulent times we had together as well as the sweet moments.

I'll never forget the day I decided to take her firmly in hand. She was just 19, a beautiful, wild creature with a heart full of rebellion and a body made for sin. But if you recall, she was out of control, pushing every boundary and testing every limit. Like being plunged into an ice bath to shock her system, I took her directly over my knee and gave her the spanking of a lifetime, on the bare; something her parents should have done long before my intervention. 

Cassie's First Spanking

This was around the time she had signed-on as my receptionist of the BDSM Facility. 

She needed my help to avoid being kicked out of her swanky dance school. Unbeknownst to her parents in that period of time, she was dancing alright, but there was a pole involved, as well as drugs, booze and unwanted male attention. 

Cassie and I made an agreement that she needed rules, structure and consequences in her life. Through my guidance and genuine care for her well-being, we set up a sort of summer school, once a week. She had homework to do under my watchful eye, and each of these weekly visits involved a trip over my knee, her bottom bare and plenty of tears. These structured maintenance spankings saved her, she would later tell me and the little sweetheart never missed a single session.  

Cassandra Enrolls in Summer School

Then, there was that time she essentially discovered that her mom, Bella, was a client of mine who would see me for her own adult discipline and submissive needs. She even listened to me give her mother a spanking once. 

Listening to mom get a spanking 

I seem to recall, shortly after this revelation, the vengeful Cassandra may have given her own snooty mother a spanking too. What a pair!

Sometimes I used to think about what it would be like to spank the two of them together, in front of each other. How they would react to the childish outfits I'd make them wear, how they would react to the humiliation of being over my knee while the other is forced to watch. One day maybe. I would need a genuine reason to punish them though. It would be too sexualized if it was a staged role-play, no, this would have to be for real!

My girlfriend at the time, Summer, who later became my wife, she and Cassie hit it off almost immediately. The two of them are complete brats when they get together and their misbehaviour tends to fuel off each other. This was also when Cassandra went through her drastic hairstyle phase, while learning and growing into quite the little temptress. 

Memories of Cassie and Summer

It was no surprise how effortlessly she gravitated toward female dominance, she was basically learning by my example as she quietly watched me with the male and female clients. Whether it was Daddy issues or something else, she always seemed to have a rather icy disposition toward men, later taking on some male clients of her own. 

Her hairbrush spankings became legendary. The silly men wouldn't sit comfortably for a week, after collapsing off her strict lap in a sobbing heap of pain and humiliation. 

With her weekly maintenance spankings getting her back on track, I had never seen her so focused and fit. She was looking totally jacked by the time she graduated from her dance academy, and on the Facility front, she was adored by the clients as much as she was feared. 

But...despite the fact I was still spanking Cassandra on a regular basis, I could never spank away that chip she carries around on her shoulder. Later, this would become one of the traits I enjoyed most about her, her ability to just not give a flying fuck sometimes. 

Our very own Russell, got to once experience first-hand, the darkness that resides inside of this little thing, around the time when she was essentially my apprentice. 

Cassie is learning the ropes

These days, sporting full sleeve tattoos and a fiery demeanour, she's has reached the status of Goddess. 

And sorry boys, she still dislikes men! Ha.

With these lovely memories clinging so closely to my heart, I sat on the hotel bed and watched her take Summer's hands into hers and sweetly ask her to be her maid of honour. I absolutely came apart at the seams and ugly cried like I never ever ugly cried before, or so I thought...

Summer was bawling and hugging her. I was still sobbing, but then, she turned to me, her little pixie face becoming serious as tears rolled down her cheeks. She thanked me for saving her life, a unique choice of words she decided to use. 

With her voice hitching back tears she called me "Mommy", a term now extending beyond the roles of our kink and into the realm of the real. Rather than her dominatrix, disciplinarian or even her close friend, she sees me more as a mother figure to her.

This Mommy was bracing for ugly cry number two, as I now knew exactly what she was about to say. 

"Mommy," her little voice sang out in vulnerable affection. "Would you walk me down the aisle tomorrow?" 

😭😭😭

Mistress Andrea xoxo

Continued in: That's my little girl!

The Sims are Brought to Life!

Continued from: Tara Gregory: Beginnings

It didn't take long for my playful wife to discover my last few posts, then she more or less begged me for an A.I. version of us! I was a little apprehensive to upload our actual faces into this thing, but I must admit I was a bit curious also, as to what the robot may generate. How do we pack all things Summer, into a single picture and a description limited to 500 characters?

My earliest memories of Summer, when I first moved to the community of Willow Creek, were as such. A little Parisienne-patterned golf-tee with a flirty tennis skirt, and bare feet in navy blue deck shoes. She was super cute! Little did I know at the time, that she was actually from Paris. 

Not bad A.I., not bad. Does she look like she would have a French accent? I think so. She has the cuteness of Summer and the body. 

Now it was my turn...

Summer wrote my description. "Tall, dominant, caring, loving and intimidatingly gorgeous." 

*blush* Summer Addison!  

Then we uploaded an actual picture of me, my face anyway...then came the big reveal. Viola!

I was a bit shocked. This actually does look like me. Well done A.I. 

Summer and I continued to play around with the app for a bit, capturing her various looks over the years and a few of mine. We had some wine, laughed, cried tears of happiness and reflected on our wonderful journey together. 

Remember way back, when I recruited her as a personal trainer? Train the Trainer. She was so sassy and feisty. Her French accent was adorable and still is, to this day. 

Good gawd! Look at that perfect, plump little arse of hers. 

That sporty audition escalated quickly! If I recall. 

As we stayed in touch, I learned of her profession as a Flight Attendant, which made her even more alluring to me as a potential submissive. I knew she must be into a little kink, when I learned of her Stewardess side-hustle: Now Boarding

Such feminine poise and grace by day, only to find herself in shackles and drooling from her ball-gag by night, once I finally got her in my talons and our relationship was beginning to blossom. 

She turned out to be far more submissive than I ever anticipated. We had some great sessions in the dungeon, in those early days. What's the Red Key for?

Summer craved not only the cold and dismissive role I played as her dominatrix...

...but also, the caring and maternal disciplinarian. She found comfort in draping herself across "Mommy's" lap and just letting the tears flow. Age-regressed clothing followed and she was identifying more and more as a "little". Summer's MDLG Weekend

A few times, to help with some of my silly male clients, Summer suited-up and tried her hand at female dominance. She did fantastic, but I could tell it was not the role for her: Domina Debut.

She still rocks a mean Domina outfit though, when needed. 

These days however, she spends most of her time around the house and even in public, dressed more like this, when she's not in her work uniforms. 

She eventually asked if she could be a "little", under my care as her "Mommy", amidst various other scenes of schoolgirl, slave-maid and dungeon sessions. I was more than happy to oblige. 

As the months fell off the calendar and we continued to explore our D/s relationship, we ended up falling madly in love with one another, in the old-world backdrop of New Orleans. She got a spanking there too! The Big Easy.

And who could forget our wedding day. It was so beautiful! The Maid of Honour.

The rest is history. But don't take it from only me, dear readers, let Summer tell you. I set up a really fun interview with her. Her fame in the fetish community has grown exponentially since she first modelled her feet and high heels. 

Stay tuned to catch her adorable interview. 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Someone's Gonna Get It

 

 

Old Flame

Continued from: Jail Bird

What do you think dear readers? What would you do if you were Russell? He's currently in the arms of his 🔥old flame🔥, kissing her neck, just below her earlobe, with his dick locked in a metal cage. 

And MY Gawwwwwd, he's good at this! Goosebumps were spreading all across my body and my toes were curling!

(Speaking of Old Flames. If you haven't tried this brunette craft-brew, I would highly recommend it. It's toe-curling also. Port Perry, Ontario! - support local)

As Russell continued his exploration of THIS brunette, up and down my neck with his lips, I realized the silly man was just stalling, he had a decision to make. I had just offered him a wonderful yet horrible predicament. 

If you read the previous post you know he was recently spanked and strapped with a police-belt, by my two cute Officers. This was likely not arousing for him in the moment, but post-spanking, as he still feels and sees the effects of that belting, his arousal would begin to creep back in.

This was right around the point I locked his dick into a chastity cage, shutting down any and all penile activity without my permission. Once locked, he got to hear the two policewomen get spankings over my knee. Then he got to watch and hear them kiss, go down on each other and eventually me, as the scene culminated into a hot, lezzie threesome. 

All while poor Russell observed from this vantage-point:

And NOW...

I had just offered to unlock his penis to re-kindle an old role that he used to provide for me, when I was his submissive. The predicament part? If he wants to take me, right here and now, he has to celebrate Locktober this year, and submit to inescapable chastity for the entire month, with me as his keyholder. 

What would you choose, hmm? 

I know what Russell is going to choose. The fact that he's already been denied most of the day, spanked, then a helpless witness to a hot lesbian threesome, should influence his decision. Was this cheating on my part? Too much stimulus and influence over his decision making? Maybe a little...😈

But if that wasn't enough, I started rubbing the metal bars of his cock-cage against my pussy. Hehe. This she-devil wasn't playing fair at all! 

As expected, I was soon accessing the keys for his chastity device to unlock him. We switched roles right then and there, once his cock was free. I was now his submissive pet, to do with as he pleases. I was naked and on my knees. It was about to be a nice little vacation / slave-cation for me.

"How would you like me prepared for you, Sir?" I whispered out, in my most submissive tone. 

"A pleated plaid skirt, young lady, like you used to do for me," Russ said. 

I immediately felt a rush of adrenaline and arousal form between my thighs. "Schoolgirl", back in the day, usually meant a spanking, a really long one! But then he continued...

"Boots with your skirt please, my doll. A subtle nod to your current role." He smiled as he suggested this deviation from the norm. 

Oooo, ok. I can get behind this idea! Rather than the innocence and vulnerability of white knee socks and Mary Janes, Russell clearly wants me a bit more edgy and "grown-up", not so innocent perhaps?

Before heading off to prepare, Russell stood me up and performed a wet-check. I was embarrassingly soaked for him. I shuddered with ecstasy as his manly hand cupped my pussy, his two middle fingers explored their way deep inside. 

Those two fingers ended up in my mouth, where I shamefully and greedily sucked them clean, like a huge slut. Russ had me right where I wanted to be, panting and hypnotized with submissive arousal. 

I returned a while later, dressed and ready for Russell. I was feeling both sexy and vulnerable in my new look. Without being prompted, I knelt to await my instructions, noticing that Russell had moved some of my furniture around and positioned a few mirrors, strategically, near the bed. 

"You look beautiful young lady." 

"Thank you, Sir."

"Come here, little one." 

I was all melty and gooey in his strong arms. I was right back to the sub-space I once enjoyed with Russell. I felt so safe and cared for. He was my protector!

Pretty soon he was patting his lap invitingly. I rose from my knees slightly and slowly and deliberately slithered my mid-section over his lap like a snake. 

I got a mild spanking with his hand, over my skirt, then over my panties until those were eventually peeled down and off my feet. 

We moved to the bed and my spanking continued. Only this time, Russell would spank and finger me, spank and finger me. I even felt several swats directly onto my pussy lips and bottom hole. Shamefully, I think I was moaning like a whore the entire time. But I didn't care. Tonight, I was his whore, and I was loving it!

Russell, much to my delight, busted out some old-school tactics he used to do back in the day. While I was still draped over his lap being systematically spanked and fingered, he used my wetness and transferred it onto my little bum hole, until it was glistening and slick.

Let me repeat that...

He used my own arousal as lubricant for my asshole! What a freakin' stud he was.

That being said, the butt plug that came next slipped into my bottom with ease. He then removed my top and gagged me. 

Another of his old moves. Having me ride his tongue while I'm anally plugged and gagged, with a mirror to stare into.

When he flips me around to face his cock, it's frustrating because I want to inhale the entire thing, but my gag remained in place. In this position, as I grind my pussy into his mouth, his nose presses on the base of my anal plug. I get a joyful little ass-fucking sensation because of this and I was soon screaming into that gag-ball as I came. 

When I ride his tongue, Russell actually edges himself. Just slow-stroking his cock until it's ridiculously hard for me. Boy, did I ever get fucked after that! Sometimes I was allowed to be in control of the speed and tempo. 

Other times it was all him. 

When I was made to face the mirror, he ensured a sharp tug to my ponytail would remind me to watch. 

Around this point he was taking frequent breaks, fighting off the urge to cum so he could extend our playtime as long as possible. He would pull completely out of me and I could hear him heavy breathing, it was cute. Then I would feel the awesome and full sensation of his cock slowly re-entering, competing with the contours of the anal plug, pressing against my vaginal wall. 

The reverse pressure of the anal plug is also an incredible sensation for his cock. The poor guy held out as long as he could, edging himself each time he had to stop, then re-start. Eventually he absolutely unloaded into my pussy while he clawed at the bedsheets and shook like a leaf. 

He could barely stand afterwards, his knees were so shaky. It was super cute, to have this paralyzing effect over a man from a position of submission.  

You know what else was cute? Seeing his belt-strapped little bum while we had sex. It was almost as red as mine, and his spanking from the girls was hours ago!

I ended up getting another one, with his firm hand, in the dreaded wheelbarrow position. EVERYthing is on display when you're put in this pose and spanked. There's no modestly whatsoever. He would have had a good view of his cum oozing from my puffy, red pussy. 

He actually chose this one specifically so he could pull the anal plug out of my ass. 

Disheveled, sweaty, sore...and completely blissful in each other's arms. It was exactly as I remembered our times together. We popped some champagne and got right into some pillow-talk, as Russell helped me out of my hot boots. 

I was beyond content! Recently Domme'd by Goddess Vanessa, now Dom'ed by Russ. I was a lucky girl. I certainly had my fix of submission for awhile. I decided to return the balance of things and remind Russell of our Locktober agreement. 

"Yes Mistress Andrea." He replied with a cute and bashful smile. 

His gaze was locked onto me, he gazed directly into my eyes for what felt like an eternity. It was a look I had not seem from him in over a decade. I felt it penetrate my heart. I tried to lighten the atmosphere. 

"Did you ever think we'd end up here? The two of us with spanked bums, pretty much running a harem of BDSM enthusiasts and re-connecting the way we have?" 

"Never in a million years, huni." 

"Russ, I've never told you this before, but I love you...I always have."

Oh FUCK! Fuck, what did I do?! I had no idea where that suddenly came from. I was literally holding my breath until he said something. I couldn't look at him. He had tears in his eyes and it was gonna make me cry too!

He finally did speak, as he drew me close onto his lap, shielding his face in my neck to hide his tears. 

"Andrea, it's been ten years..."

"And not a day went by that I didn't think of you." 

😢💓

*sigh*

Be still, my heart... 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: Back to School