What do you say?

Continued from: The Night we Met

A Sarah Jane story

It was good to be back home, even though our modest house didn't come with the intense specialty rooms of Mistress Andrea's Facility, it had a nice domestic, D/s feel to it. 

Daddy led me by the hand upstairs, my heart fluttering with his possessiveness over me. On the bed lay a few scraps of black and white satin - a French maid apron that would leave my ass predominately bare, stockings and sky-high heels. I knew instantly what it meant. It was service mode for tonight.  

I quickly changed, adjusting the frilly choker around my neck before clicking downstairs to make Daddy's drink. I mixed his whiskey, adding just the right amount of ice. As I carried it to him, I felt his eyes on me, drinking in my slutty outfit. 

I performed a small curtsy while balancing his glass on a silver platter, then knelt before him with a demure smile on my face. 

As per the rules of our household, I settled back on my heels and reached for his zipper, ready to free his cock and worship it with my mouth, like the good little slut I am. 

I paused, my satin-gloved fingers on his zipper, as Daddy stopped me. 

"You've done so much for me this weekend, pet," he kindly murmured, his voice gentle. "Let me take care of you for a change." Before I processed this amazing treat, he was guiding me to the sofa, positioning me on the plush cushions. 

With my legs spread wide and my heels resting on his broad shoulders, I was completely exposed to him, my glistening pussy on full display. He dove in, his skilled tongue lapping at my sensitive clit. I moaned and bucked against his face as he brought me higher and higher, until I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me with blinding intensity. 

As I came down from my orgasmic high, I couldn't help but recall Mistress Andrea's suggestion about switching roles. The idea of taking control, of having Daddy kneeling at my feet as he was now, sent a thrill through me. But I quickly pushed the thought away. Daddy would never allow such insubordination. If I even hinted at wanting to top him, I'd get a spanking for certain.

Shockingly, his gaze met mine with such bashful innocence, my pussy still juice glistening off his lips when he spoke. "Huni," his voice hitched, "do you think you might want to give female dominance a try for a bit, and switch roles, maybe?" 

I stared at Daddy in shock, hardly believing the words coming out of his mouth. Him, the ever-dominant alpha, asking me to switch roles? It went against everything we'd established, everything I thought he wanted. And yet...the idea was tantalizing. 

A wicked grin spread across my face as I gazed down at Daddy. "I just came onto your lips," I purred, my voice dripping with honey. "What do you say?" I wanted to hear the words, to have him acknowledge my gift. To set the tone for this new dynamic he was proposing. 

"Thank you?" He phased, more like a question. 

"Thank you, Ma'am, you mean?" I hissed back in response to his lack of manners. 

"Thank you, Ma'am," he whispered and lowered his eyes. 

I smirked, relishing the power coursing through my veins. "Good boy. Now do it again," I ordered, spreading my legs wider. "And this time, show some enthusiasm. I want you to start at my asshole and work your way up to my clit. Slowly. Methodically, understood?" 

"Yes Ma'am," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. 

"Much better, young man. Now kiss my asshole before you begin. Show it proper respect." 

I watched as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my delightful little pucker. I settled back against the comfy armchair, watching as Russell dutifully began at my asshole, his lips soft and warm against my most sensitive area. 

"That's a good boy," I praised, running my fingers through his hair. "Now, start licking. Slowly. I want to feel every stroke of your tongue." 

I came again, harder than before, my body convulsing with pleasure as Russell's tongue worked its magic. As I caught my breath, I couldn't help but think how easily I could get used to this new dynamic. The power, the control - it was intoxicating. 

I kicked off my slutty heels, placing my stockinged feet on his back, as he assumed a position on his hands and knees. Crossing my ankles, I reached for the whiskey I had so dutifully prepared for him. Brining the glass to my red lips, I took a slow sip, savouring the burn as it slid down my throat. I felt like a fucking Goddess!

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Sign Here, Initial There

Why the Long Face?

Continued from: Fallen Angels

"Why the long face, Derek?" 

Ohhh, right, right. It's because you go to bed every night and look down and see this: 

While your wife is in some layover hotel room, probably doing this:

You wake up in the morning, Derek, and diligently make your bed and tidy your room until it looks like this:

 While your wife wakes up in the morning and diligently addresses something also...

But don't worry, she'll be home soon. 

Do you remember Vanessa and Derek? Goddess Vanessa as I like to call her, and her loving, sissy cuckold husband, Derek. Their storyline began here: Vanessa is a Goddess

God she is stunning! I have a major girl-crush on her and actually let her Domme me one night, with MY wife's permission of course. 

You can read about that steamy session here: I often envy submissives

Since these two have such a unique dynamic, I wondered if I could bring them to life using ethically sourced, text-based image generation. 

I described Vanessa as Cuban, 30 years old, a flight attendant with a proclivity toward hosiery and heels, make-up, grace and poise. 

Ummm...*panty check*

Yep, I think we can work with this version of Goddess Vanessa. 

And what about poor Derek? 

Haha...he looks like a version of Zach from Saved by the Bell. You better not let your wife catch you in those boring boy clothes, Preppy! 

That's better sissy gurl. Get your chores done and the house cleaned before your wife gets home, and make sure you're dressed like a little girl, as she had asked...or you know you'll be in deep trouble!

As the sun rose over the Miami horizon, Vanessa, the ravishing flight attendant, prepared for the final leg home to Toronto.

Her raven-haired beauty gleamed in the blossoming light, her curves accentuated by the fitted uniform she wore so elegantly. Meanwhile, back at home, her devoted sissy husband, Derek, waited anxiously, dressed in a frilly maid's outfit, complete with satin gloves and a headpiece. His heart raced with anticipation as he finished handwashing Vanessa's delicates and ironing her laundered clothing. 

By afternoon, Vanessa's arrival home was imminent. Derek assumed the position, presenting himself at the base of the couch as a willing footstool. As she lifted one foot, then the other, onto his trembling back, Derek couldn't help but emit a sigh of contentment. 

With deliberate slowness, Vanessa slipped off her stilettos, setting them carefully and neatly in front of Derek's nose. The scent of warm leather and musky nylons, mixed with lotion, wafted upward. 

His nostrils flared, drinking in the aroma as he gazed longingly at the insides of her high heels, a spot he knew his tongue would soon be put to use. Vanessa settled in, letting out a satisfied moan as she rested her hosed feet on his back, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his sissy attire.

Vanessa's weight pressed down upon him, her toes curling gently over his shoulder blades. Derek's mind wandered to the ache beneath his satin panties. The steel confines of his chastity cage seemed to tighten, a cruel reminder of his captivity. The delicate lace trim of his underwear, adorned with tiny hearts and flowers, only added to his sense of emasculation.

The contrast between his restricted cock and Vanessa's carefree sensuality was a constant thorn in his side. Yet, as he breathed in the heady aroma of her stockinged feet, now resting comfortably on his nose, Derek knew he wouldn't trade this humiliation for anything. 

For in this world, Vanessa was queen, and he was but a lowly subject, destined to serve her every whim. 

It didn't quite help his cause however, that she was the queen of a certain suit. 

Welcome back, Vanessa and Derek. We've missed you!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Pent-Up

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