Halloween Harem

Continued from: The Future is Female

I'll take a quick break from our main storyline to let the girls show off some of their costume ideas for Halloween, starting with mine. What do you think? Who wants me to put a spell on them? I may have to change my official title from 'Mistress" to "Enchantress'. 

With Cassandra gone, Summer has lost her favourtie partner-in-crime, fellow cosplayer, Star Wars nerd and gamer girl. She has been a little bummed about that and about not having Cassie around for Halloween this year. 

The last time we heard from Cassandra and Carley, there were touring around Croatia and Serbia. Cassie told me she's been keeping a journal of their exploits and travels, along with some detailed accounts of their playtime with that sissy slave they found, named, Alice. That poor, poor man, oh my! Or perhaps lucky, depending on how you look at it. 

But...on the bright side, we have the new girl, Skylar, with her PhD in space rocketry or whatever it was. She must be a super nerd! 

However, she's also an Olympic medalist and mixed-martial-arts fighter, so maybe not the nerd I think. 

Summer is going to kick things off for us this year. Remember when she cosplayed before and the girls formed their own little Rogue Squadron? Super cute. 

The Rogue Squadron

This year, she's staying within the theme of movies. I think my cute little wife nailed it!

The lovely Bella, the original member of my harem, is rocking a little Princess Jazz vibe and looking super hot. 

Sweet and innocent Nancy Landgraab, went with an old-school classic. She doesn't have a stitch of female dominance in her, but wanted to be a slutty police woman. *shrug*

Despite the fact that little Sarah Jane took on a more dominant role at home and entered into a female-led-relationship with Russ, she wanted to be "little" and whimsical again. She went with an adorable Wonderland look this year.

 

Sarah's newfound play-toy, Mandy, the soccer mom...I suppose she could have just donned her scrubs and arrived as a nurse. 

But...she went with an adorable classic also. 

The only wildcard was Skylar. Our shy librarian who worked for NASA once, has a cat named Gary, and is probably the most intriguing woman I've ever met, even though she doesn't look it. 

You've managed to capture the essence of you as a person, equal parts badass and geek, all wrapped into one adorable package!

Atta girl Skylar, a Star Wars nerd...Summer will be happy. 

Who wins the best costume award? Feel free to comment. The winner gets to choose their own reward! Maybe a spanking? 

Happy Halloween everyone.

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Lord Impaler

 

The Perfect Lubricant

Continued from: No Scrubs

Grabbing hold of his upper arm, I guided this silly man out of Mistress Andrea's office and down the hallway to our dedicated medical playroom. The padlock on his chastity cage jingled, as my heels clacked against the tile, each step resonating through my body. I could feel my nipples harden underneath the latex of my uniform, as I anticipated the session ahead. 

Once inside, I directed him to the waiting examination chair, its straps and restraints glinting menacingly under the harsh fluorescent lights. With a shaky breath, he lowered himself onto the cool surface as I sat on the nearby toilet and explained his fate.

I took a moment to explore my latex-clad body, as his cock twitched in the metal bars of his cock prison. I felt so sexy and in control! 

Placing a hand on his shoulder, I leaned down and whispered in his ear. "You're such a good boy for taking your punishment so well. Now it's time for your first enema."

I could feel his entire body tense as I reached for the lubricant, squeezing a generous amount onto my latex-gloved fingers. I slowly slipped my index finger past his tight ring, working it in and out to loosen him up. He let out a desperate moan as I stretched him open, the sensation both pleasurable and terrifying. My other hand picked up the nozzle of the enema bag, cold and unforgiving in my grasp. 

Once the nozzle was inside him and he was fully restrained to the chair, the door flung open and the "Doctor" entered the room. Her stiletto heels clacked on the tile floor, drawing his tear-filled gaze away from my gloved hand. 

Mistress strode over to us, her eyes lingering on the sight of his vulnerable form spread out before me. With a flick of her wrist, she turned on the valve, releasing the flow of soapy water into the nozzle. I pushed it deeper inside his anus, watching as it slowly disappeared inside him. 

After he had endured the indignities of the two enemas, Mistress and I returned to the room to find him seated on the toilet in shame. Sweat was dripping down his back as much as it was for me, as I adjusted my slutty nurse costume that clung to me like a second skin. 

Mistress handed me a clinical and frightening looking, ribbed prostate massager. Yikes!

She ripped open a fresh condom that was pink in colour, and expertly rolled it over his metal chastity cage. It looked so pitiful, trapped there and now encased in a reservoir of pink latex. I giggled, feeling a surge of power course through me.

With a cruel smirk, I pressed the sterile toy into his loosened entrance, watching as the ribs slowly slid inch by inch inside him. He pleaded and begged with us..."no, no please! Not like this!" He mewled. 

 
I twisted the wand and gently rocked it, searching for that elusive bundle of nerves. I applied more pressure to his prostate, using short, rapid movements. His breath hitched in his throat as small dribbles of cum started to leak from his cock cage and collect into the condom. 

"Good job, Nurse Summer," Mistress intervened. "That will work perfectly as lubricant." 

Work perfectly? I thought to myself. Work for what..?

Watching Mistress take control was like witnessing a work of art come to life. She removed the pink condom from his chastity cage, his cum pooling inside it. She held up the results of his humiliation, dangling it before his face and teasing him. 

He watched in horror, as she used the collected results of his anal-milking, to lubricate the large strap-on she was now wearing, before bending him over like a bitch. 

The head of her strap-on brushed against his already abused hole, coated with his own jizz. He whimpered and begged her not to fuck him (no safeword spoken btw). But the Doctor was relentless. With a single, powerful thrust, she impaled him. 

She set a brutal pace, fucking him mercilessly as he writhed and whimpered. I put my hand over his mouth to shut him up. His muffled screams filled the air, mixing with the slap of leather against flesh and the wet sounds of penetration. 

Mistress finally removed herself from his ravaged ass. He collapsed on the table, panting and sobbing. I helped him to stand, steadying him on his wobbly legs. 

"Now, it's time for the final stage of your treatment, young man," Mistress purred, gesturing to the medical treadmill that was in the room, complete with an anal hitching post. (You can read more about what this is, here: Treadmill with anal post

I don't think we could have fit any more humiliation and vulnerability into the scene, but somehow we managed to. His cock cage was never removed...

AI Summer and Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Tara Gregory: Long Live the Queen

 

 

No Scrubs

Continued from: The Nurse and the Doctor

I guess we're doing another medical fetish scene. That silly, middle-aged man from the previous scene is on his way to The Facility. Time to get out of my scrubs and into my doctor mode. Hehe 

As I previously mentioned, this one was going to be both Summer and I, playing the roles of Doctor and Nurse for our sniffling, humiliated client. 

We both went and got suited up together, as you saw in the last post: 

Yep, we look hot!

The A.I. wrote some of this one, and surprisingly, from Summer's perspective. Which we haven't done before. Lets give it a chance and see how she does. 

As I stood in front of the mirror, I smoothed my hands over the slick, skintight latex of my nurse's uniform. The white material clung to every curve, highlighting my round breasts and nipping in at my waist. I admired the way my ass looked in the reflection - firm an enticing, begging to be spanked. 

My stockings ended in a tantalizing tease just below my garters, and the red strappy heels added an extra four inches to my height. I felt powerful, sexy and in control. 

As I clicked down the hall I could already hear the spanking well underway. A fleshy, sharp barrage of smacks and soft whimpers. 

When we designed this session, the first stage for this poor client was CFNM. The humiliation of being out-of-shape and fully naked in front of Mistress.

Next she was going to apply and lock a metal chastity cage around his genitals and flaccid penis...no brainer there. Male's typically don't even enter her presence without being locked up. 

She would have done a weighing on the scale and some humiliating comments about weight-loss goals and "man-boobs". 

He would be apologizing and shamed at this point, which is the best time to go over her strict lap for a spanking. 

I had since changed and walked in to her office when the spanking had ended, but I certainly heard it from down the hall. There she sat, resplendent in her dominance behind the clinical glass desk. Her shapely leg crossed over the other and she bobbed her high heel off her hosed toes. I bit my lip, my body responding instinctively to her commanding presence. 

In the corner of the room, Edward stood completely naked and vibrantly reddened, a testament to Mistress Andrea's skilled hand and whatever else she used to cause the welts. I could hear some gentle weeping from the corner, adding a touching vulnerability to the scene before me. 

Mistress looked up from her fake chart, her blue eyes meeting my smile, as I closed the door behind me. 

"Ah, Nurse Summer," she purred, "thank you for your assistance with our client today." She arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing across her lips. "Now tell me, have you reviewed his file? What do you think our little patient needs today?" 

I licked my lips, my heart pounding in my chest. 

"Well Doctor, in the case notes I am seeing weight gain, chronic masturbation and several concerning fetishes involving women's undergarments. I believe we should start with a thorough cleansing. Perhaps an enema would be appropriate?" I offered, watching as Andrea's eye gleamed with approval. 

"And then, Ma'am, I think some exercise would do him good - maybe some time on the treadmill with the anal hitching-probe, just to keep things interesting." I continue, my voice dripping with excitement. 

Mistress Andrea taps her chin thoughtfully, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I like where your head is at, Nurse Summer. But let's not forget about the piece de resistance - a prostate milking. Make sure you put a condom over his cock cage first, we need to collect any semen that may dribble out.

I nod eagerly, and Edward is released from his humiliating cornertime, having just listened to our entire conversation. His breaths came quicker, and I could see his cock straining against the confines of the chastity cage. 

The mixture of fear and desire painted across his face made my own pussy ache with need. Poor boy, I thought, he has no idea how much worse it's going to get! 

Nurse Summer and Mistress Andrea xoxo

Continued in: The Perfect Lubricant

Medical Room?

Continued from: Major Renovations

By special request, we were asked if we had or could do a medical fetish room. Sure we can! I still have the outfit somewhere. 

So does nurse Summer! What a little cutie patootie...

Can you picture her, speaking to you in her French accent while her gloved finger probes cold lubricant into your asshole?

This poor fucker didn't pay for both of us, so he'll have to settle for lil' ole me. 

I was equally skilled with the cold lubricant though, as his legs hung helplessly open and vulnerable in the exam chair. 

Yikes, those were big beads! 😬

This young man was given about an hour head-start on the session, after he took a good thrashing over my knee. His penis was confined in a metal chastity device and his instructions were to clean himself out. 

Here, I'm explaining to him what an enema is and how I'm about to start the flow of warm soapy water into his bowels. He was so horrified and mesmerized he could only apologize and kiss my high heels.

There we go! Nice and full. Let those soap-suds do their job. I explained to him that in my absence, he would be required to give himself a second enema, a flush of clear, clean saline, which I had ready. 

I'll make him hold it in until I can see the beads of sweat begin to form on his forehead and lower back. The urgency to release becoming more mentally frantic. I'll torment him, telling him his cock cage won't be unlocked if he doesn't hold it for me. 

Once I see him broken and begging, this is where I will take my leave. I don't need to hear, see or smell what's about to happen. His instructions are to be fully cleaned out for me, or face severe consequences. His penis remains locked...no additional supervision is needed. 

This was the hour head-start I referenced. It will take him about that long to release, flush and release again, spending a significant amount of time with his thrashed backside on a hard toilet seat. Yes, this was by design. *evil chuckle*

It gives me time to go and change, then the actual session begins, this was all just the logistics phase.

How do I look?  

"I'll remove your cock cage if you suck a dildo on the toilet seat for me..."

How humiliating! He is returned to the scene, where he so recently experienced the sounds and splashes of his own putridity. Kneeling and sucking a dildo for me. 

His simulated and "forced" bisexual, medical scene did not end there. He took more cock for me with those giant anal beads up his ass.  

And of course...there was a a reason why I wanted him cleaned out for me! Look at this desperate little slut.

Well...how did we do? Shall we keep the medical fetish room? I just put on my skin-tight scrubs. 💝

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Nurse and the Doctor