Judicial Authority

Continued from: Machine Learning

OMG I'm so excited! We actually did it! Summer and I installed and fully decorated a judicial punishment wing at The Facility. I'm beyond enthralled with how everything turned out and we will soon be accepting clients who wish to have an immersive, judicial punishment experience. 

The pylons still kill me! Haha

But I love the fact that she's fully naked from the waist down and that her feet are bare also. Super vulnerable and cute! 

Speaking of cute...look how friggen adorable I am, in my white wig and judicial robes!

When we advertise "immersive experience", you know we take things to the next level of realism, right? Remember the 1950-60s farmhouse experience? We're still booking sessions there with Ed and Lorraine, if anyone is interested. 

The courtroom here was no different, as far as deep immersion. Let me show you around. 

Summer and I couldn't find the official portrait of King Charles so we found some stuffy, Colonial-looking types and hung them on the wall. A court of the great nation of Canada, flag needed...check. 

Let me zoom out here: 

Looks great, doesn't it? Like, "approach the bench" great. 

We did a full dress rehearsal to work out any kinks, pun intended. Cassandra volunteered to be the accused, cuz she's a complete spaz and fearless.

We have the witness stand to my left. Future clients of this experience may wish to bring a character witness to plead with the court on their behalf. Testimony of good character might work, to have your sentence reduced. 

 Summer played the role of my Bailiff, she looked awesome and hot! 

The role of the Bailiff would be to move prisoners throughout the experience from their trial, to their conviction and ultimately their sentencing and punishment. I'll explain the process we decided on shortly. 

The Bailiff is also responsible for enforcing the rules of the court. Silly boys...You want to watch a poor female be spanked huh, and leer at her most intimate parts? Well it's going to cost you in my courtroom! 

Yes there will be witnesses in the gallery to watch your trial and ultimately, your judicial punishment. You can book with us to watch, rather than actively participate. 

The desk on the right will be your special counsel, the defence, arbitrating on your behalf. Clients are on their own to bring someone, or try to defend yourself. My counsel, the attorney representing the Crown, will likely be Cassandra. I know she'll seek the maximum sentence each time, especially with the male clients. I would suggest you bring a strong defence counsel, Cassie will be ruthless at this role! Hehe 

Oh...the pitchers of water, you can't have a courtroom without the pitchers of water. 

We have our "all-rise" moment as I enter the room (as it should be all the time, in a Femdom world!).

You will be business-formal as Cassandra is here, for your attire, in MY courtroom. Women, that means you are to attend in heels and hosiery with sharp business wear. Men, suits and ties and variations of...penises in cages and the keys turned over to the Bailiff.

I'll address you for the first time and tell you what you stand accused of and ask in what manner you would like to plea. 

When we start booking clients for this, we actually want real reasons! 

It will be far more butterfly-churning for you and far more immersive if it's a real-life event. Speeding ticket, red-light camera, minor fender-bender. Went out with some friends, drank too much and ended up puking the next morning. Something that once you are before the court, you'd just lower your head and plead guilty to. Then we don't need a trial. 

Cassie, again because she's a spaz...wanted to be accused of sodomy. Lol...Jesus, Cassandra. 

Antiquated term for butt-sex that actually used to be illegal. She explained to the court that she begged some dude to fuck her in the ass recently and cum into her bowels. There was so much detail in her story it was probably true, but she was elaborating for the two silly boys watching from the gallery and throbbing in their cock cages no doubt. 

So...I found her guilty of sodomy. *shrug*

Summer stepped in and officially placed her under arrest and took her away. 

Clients, this is where you will now be taken, stripped naked and provided inmate orange, white cotton panties or briefs and nothing more. Stripped of your corporate and professional elegance, your feet will also be bare. 

From here, the Bailiff will bring you back before me for sentencing, and you will hear for the first time, what awaits you. 

Cassandra Leigh Goth, you have pleaded guilty to the offence of sodomy, thereunto by your own culpability, did take a man's erected penis into your anus for the purposes of sexual gratification. 

The case is prima facie, justifying the verdict of guilt. You are hereby sentenced to twenty-seven and one-half minutes on the spanking machine! 

Cassie almost squealed with delight upon hearing the sentence. Summer was smirking from her position of attention, at the detail and the language I used in my judicial sentencing order. 

Clients, upon hearing your sentence you will be taken away and jailed. We were thinking an hour would be good...to dwell upon your sentence and let the butterflies of anticipation rage. 

When the hour is up, you will remove your pants and underpants and have bondage cuffs added to your wrist and ankles. 

You will be marched back into the courtroom, Donald Ducking-it from the waist down. 

The gallery will lurch and gasp and cover their mouths, upon seeing your shame and humiliation. Once positioned, bare bums and genitals will face the audience, always!

The Robospanker or similar device will be wheeled into position and set to the allotted time. Your wrists and ankles will be secured to the punishment bench. 

A final order from the court, me...You may proceed. 

Look! I found CONES. Fuck ya! 

And the machine whirls to life! I'm using this image twice I like it so much. 

Ouchie!

Cassie was a trooper. 

The girls and I were debating on what comes after the spanking machine. Another hour in the cell, no pants, no underpants perhaps? This would allow the clients to rub their sore bottoms, cry if they need to, nap...masturbate. We'll make sure there's a mirror in there to do the "red-check". Someone like Miss Julie would likely want to look at her red bum in the mirror and diddle her little clit.

What do you think? We love it! Cassie loved the session and the immersion into such a detailed experience. 

I was listening to "The Spanko Podcast" the other day. People from that lovely community actually do shit like this. The spanking parties they host, the ones that attract powerhouses like Sarah Gregory and such, they have a whole judicial option to experience. Wild! 

And now I do too! Haha

Bookings are open my cherished clients, who's gonna be first? 

Want a preview first? Here's the video from the original image on this post. Source is Xhamster and the source website is spankingcourt.com. It's awesome!

Spanking Court

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

  

Kindroid: Dominatrix

 

Age Progression

Continued from: Two Days a Captive

A post from slave sarah 

As I wrote about in my last post, I just spent the better part of two days in a BDSM jail cell, with my throbbing pussy locked into a chastity belt a majority of the time. I was only removed from my cell to be whipped or sexually used by my Master. It was a very heavy scene that spanned the two days of my captivity. I loved and hated it equally...

Master did some tender aftercare with me and took me to a room that also had a lockable cell door, but appeared much more comfortable than the previous space I was in. 

Everything was pink and ruffled and adorable. Almost immediately I felt comforted in this space. I felt little and vulnerable. Russell sat me down and explained a new plan he had for me. 

I was told that this space was the alternative to being in the stark and dank jail cell for my sessions, that this "little" space would be the first step in my age progression. It was made very clear to me that I would be required to wear crinkly diapers on occasion and I would be required to dress in extremely elaborate sissy attire, almost like a doll, with Mary Janes, ankle socks or even white tights. 

Russell explained that his role would become a Daddy Dom and I would be his "little". I would have rules, boundaries and be protected and cared for while under Daddy's control. Consequences would no longer involve bondage apparatus and whippings, rather, I was told I would be given childish punishments like over-the-knee spanking, mouth soaping and timeouts. The diapers, the outfits and my new lifestyle when at the Facility, would be extremely humiliating, he went on to explain, before showing me little child's calendar on the wall. 

Russell told me that through obedience, acceptance of my new role and good behaviour, I will earn gold stars on my calendar. It sounded like if I kneel and suck Daddy's cock for instance, and accept his cum into my mouth, then all cute-like, thank Daddy for his cum once I have swallowed it, I would earn a gold star on my chart.

If I achieve enough stars, I would be promoted in "age". From what I was told the next stage would involve me dressed as a schoolgirl in short tartan jumpers and skirts. There would be no more diapers used but discipline would now involve a cane, paddle and strap, not just a hand-spanking over Daddy's knee. My room would change and I would be attending the classroom upstairs, for many of my scenes. 

Again, I would be subject to a system of either demerit points or gold stars, based on my submission, behaviour and obedience. Russell explained that after this stage, if I earn a promotion again, I enter an "older" schoolgirl role. Knee socks become thigh-highs or tights, my skirts become sluttier and shorter and my heels get higher. 

The more he explained the more I was really starting to enjoy this concept of age progression. Apparently after the second schoolgirl look, I would become a slutty secretary and one step closer to what Russell was calling an Upper Floor sex slave, which I also liked the sounds of. If it's anything like the Upper Floor porn site where the girls are in those red and black seamed stockings, I'm all in! I'd love to be used like that and be that well trained. 

This entire plan also involves demerit points. Ying and yang I guess. You can't have pleasure without pain, and there can't be gold stars without also having demerits. Russell explained to me that if demerit points were earned, I could be demoted down a rung, like suddenly regressing from schoolgirl, back into diapers and into the pink room for instance. If I was so naughty that I am demoted from the pink room, I end up back in the jail cell, left alone and only released to be flogged and aggressively fucked.

This was definitely the incentive I needed, before agreeing to all of this. I didn't want to end up in shackles, locked in that jail cell and left alone again. I seductively plopped my bare, recently whipped ass onto Russell's lap and he pulled me in for a lovely embrace. 

I did my very best sucky and needy, baby-voice and for the first time, called Russell, "Daddy". 

"What do you say we get you out of that chastity belt and into a comfy diaper little one?" He asked me. 

Of course I purred back to him immediately, "yes Daddy." 

After some time spent at the vanity table and mirror, and with Daddy coaching me on, I surprised even myself when my reflection suddenly involved ringlets a hair bow and heavy make-up. 

It was nice to be rid of the clunky metal chastity belt but I was dreadfully humiliated when I had to adopt a diaper pose for my new Daddy. Like suddenly I was shy and modest?! This gorgeous man just spent two days violating all three of my fuck-holes with his penis. Pussy-to-mouth, ass-to-mouth and back again...yet this was the embarrassing part for me? Having to hold my legs wide and in the air while Daddy powders my pussy and anus, then slides a crinkly diaper under my tailbone. 

I had to put on this hideous, ridiculous satin dress but I was relieved that it hid my diaper. Next came white knee socks and little doll heels in blue gingham. 

This was a horrible and devious predicament I had just agreed to. My outfit and my new role was humiliating beyond belief, but the humiliation was only making my pussy wet and achy. The humiliation wasn't excruciating to the point that I would purposely act out and become demoted, just to be rid of these clothes. If I acted up I would be punished and surely end up naked, shackled and returned to the jail cell. 

My only reprieve would be through promotion. Promotion away from these silly clothes and this dreadful role. For this I had to be a good girl for Daddy, and earn those gold stars on my chart! When his penis was produced a short time later, I wasted no time in going for gold! I'll be the best LG this DD has ever experienced! 

"Ohhh Daddddddy!! It's so big." I purred to him as his cock began to swell in my little hand. 

"Daddy, I love it when it grows in my mouth!" I continued on with my vulnerable, baby-voice. 

Daddy was so gentle and caring with me. Not only did I earn a gold star that day, but also a pussy full of Daddy's cum! 

Thank you Daddy!
 

slave sarah

xoxo

Continued in: Working from Home

She was a Sk8er Girl

Continued from: Chastity Belts or a Spanking?

Summer and I were embraced in a lovely tangle on the bed, just coming down from a medium-heavy scene in our room. For reasons we don't need to get into, I had to punish her with a whipping of her bare asshole. 

Punishments in my household generally fit the crime. If Summer was caught with a run in her hose or stockings, she would be given a spanking followed by her bare soles being punished. Matters relating to her princess parts, result in a spanking then a punishment of the area in need of correction. In this case, unfortunately for her, it was her poor little bottom hole. 

All however, was forgiven...and we returned to giggles and pillow talks as we always do. 

For some reason we got talking about celebrities. Out of pure curiosity I asked her if she had a BDSM celebrity crush. More specifically, if she was going to administer a punishment spanking to a bratty celebrity, who would it be.

Without hesitation and in her adorable French accent, she replied: 

"Avril Lavigne"...

I giggled a little bit before commenting. 

"Like the skater girl?" 

We talked about it further and teased and tangled each other until Summer drifted off to sleep. I was still wide awake so I did some quiet internetting beside her. 

Avril...a small-town Canadian girl. That earned her points with me already! She bears the look of an out-of-control, bitchy and petulant teen who in the height of her popularity, looked like she would smell of weed and Doritos. 

I can see why Summer would choose to spank her. She definitely has that "in need of an attitude adjustment" look about her. Apparently this is what Summer was exactly like, in her younger years. Baggy jeans, wallet chain, skater shoes and a piss-poor attitude. 

Now it all makes sense, yes! Summer wants to punish the teen version of herself! She's projecting. She wants what she only wished she could have received when she was younger. 

As I looked a little deeper on the interwebs, when you peel away the layers of early 2000's, leftover from the grunge movement of the 90s, Avril is undeniably beautiful. 

Despite Avril's natural gorgeousness, I think Summer's fantasy involves disciplining the wild and bitchy teen-Avril of 2002. Not this stunner depicted above. 

Maybe Summer is in the role of Step-Mother, or Big Sister? She returns home from a long flight and sees this hot-mess, passed out in the den. The room smells of stale beer, bong resin and Pringles.

Summer tries to snap her out of it and get her life back on track. 

(Avril was actually ON the right track in this period of time. She went platinum seven times).

She makes her go select an implement to be punished with. A shameful exercise in humility for our beautiful skater girl. 

Should we go through with it and indulge in Summer's fantasy? Who wants to see Avril Lavigne receive an OTK spanking? I'm sure it won't end with just a spanking either *blush, if I know my Summer.  

A special thank you to someone named BlueSky from the Sims, custom content community, who created the avatar for young Miss Lavigne. 

Pretty good huh? 

Gotta love talented people and talented artists. 

Unfortunately the below doesn't quite look as clean as the above two images. But once Summer gets down to business and invites her to the Facility, it's pretty damn close. 

Maybe...to be continued...if someone wants to see Avril get spanked and we’ll try to figure out what emo, grunge sex entails?? *shrug

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Two days a captive

The Countess of Monte Cristo

Continued from: Toilet Humiliation and Anal

I guess I've never mentioned this before, I guess it just hasn't come up before, but my sweet angel Summer is French. Like Paris French, not Montreal French. Yes, before you ask, she has the most adorable little accent too. Not too heavy but enough that I want to bite her juicy little arse because she sounds so cute when she speaks. 

If she wasn't my wife she would definitely be working at my Facility, as my little Fifi French Maid, mincing around the house with her feather duster, calling me Countess and seeing to my EVERY need. Until she is caught lounging around and has to be punished.

She absolutely has several versions of this outfit and we have totally played out some spanking-the-maid and sex with the maid scenes! Summer pulls off this look much better than my sissy males do. 

My sexy and alluring receptionist and stripper Cassandra, on the other hand, is predominately Italian, from her Father's side, with her Mother Bella, of Brazilian lineage. 

This is likely why Cassie is so fiery and gorgeous. I miss the raven black hair she used to rock, but she's pretty enough to pull off the butch-blonde doo. 

Why is any of this meaningful...?

Well...let me tell you what happened today. It was a little Italian / French fusion action, in more ways than one! 

I was messing around in the kitchen, looking for some lunch inspiration, slightly annoyed by the thunderous bass coming from the upper floor. Cassandra and Summer were up there dancing. Cassie was essentially teaching Summer how to move and dance like a stripper. 

Bonus for me I guess? *shrug*

When I went upstairs to ask them what they wanted for lunch, my three-quarters naked wife, working a stripper pole alongside Cassandra, responds with, "can you make us a grilled cheese?" She just can't help being a "little" sometimes. I'm surprised she didn't call me "Mommy". 

I rolled my eyes at her. She knows I'm a classically trained Chef. I'm not saying white bread, processed orange cheese and a side of Ketchup is beneath me, not at all. I just like to exercise my skills when I'm inspired. And I was about to be inspired...

I had left Cassandra and Summer alone, probably longer than I should have, which is always dangerous with these two vixens. Sure enough, I come back upstairs to ask Cassandra if she liked blue cheese, and this is what I find. I find Italian / French fusion playing out before my eyes, as Cassandra was helping herself to the buffet that is my wife's pussy. 

They both knew they were in deep shit as I approached. The two of them snapped up into a submissive kneel and said, "I'm sorry Ma'am," almost in unison. 

"You two...come with me." I snipped. 

I had a devious punishment idea for these two little sluts. 

I marched the pair of them all the way down to the dungeon space and into the cellblock area. Poor Sarah was shocked to see us and probably horribly embarrassed, sitting in her cell in shackles and a chastity belt and nothing else. 

Apparently her session with Russell was still going and she had been in the cell for almost two days. She was only released to be whipped, spanked or fucked. Wild! But this is the type of treatment she asked for. I'll have her blog about this two-day captivity scene later. Apparently she loved every second of it. 

As for Summer and Cassie, who can't seem to keep their faces out of each other's pussies. I had the perfect little apparatus to torture them with. 

Summer's legs would be bound and spread, exposing her presumably wet pussy, while Cassandra would be bound into the pillory, in a position that should force her face directly into my wife's crotch. 

It worked perfectly!

Cassandra's mouth and tongue, even if she strained her neck to its fullest, was still just an inch too far away from Summer's delicious cunt. I even asked her to stick her tongue out and try to reach. Nope! A couple centimeters shy of the prize. Which is exactly the punishment I was going for. 

Cassandra would now be tortured by the sight and smell of Summer's delectable pussy but cannot reach it. Summer, would be tormented by Cassie's warm breath, caressing her slickened folds and throbbing clit.

I left the pair of them in this beautiful, torturous predicament while I returned to the kitchen, now inspired for a little French, Italian fusion. Hehe. Grilled cheese they wanted? I got this!

French and Italian? How about Monte Cristo meets Croc Monsieur? (Both are fancy forms of grilled cheese). Luxurious folds of flavour, both sweet and savoury.

In one of the culinary schools I attended I picked up a little trick. Instead of using beaten eggs and milk for a bread-wash to make French Toast, use eggnog, if it's "in season". It will increase the sweetness and add some earthy, allspice tones. 

To combat this sweetness we now need salty and savoury. Thank you Cassandra, for the Italian inspiration. Dreamy, thinly sliced Mortadella and the oldest of the blue cheese family, Gorgonzola. 

Sandwiched between two French-style toasts, dipped in eggnog then pan-seared to golden perfection. This is a luxurious fuckin' grilled cheese! Omg. 

It's been about an hour since I left the girls in their torturous predicament after telling them they'd both be getting spankings. 

Perhaps I'll release them and see if they want a little lunch first? My mouth is watering, I wonder if Cassie's is too? 

Hehe. Follow me for more great recipe ideas!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Chastity Belts or a Spanking?