"Thank you for Fucking my Wife"

Continued from: French Cut

and: Call me "Sir"

I watched intently, bathed with arousal, as Russell diligently lapped up all of his cum from my bare feet and swallowed it down like a good boy. He hadn't forgotten our old rules and protocols after all. 

I shooed him off the bed into a kneel, then simply glared at him, raising an eyebrow as a visual queue. Would he remember the second part of our old ritual? 

"Th....Thank you Mistress," he bashfully spoke, his face burning with embarrassment. 

"Good boy," I cooed back to him. 

Thanking me for letting him lick his own sticky ejaculate off my feet, then swallowing it all down. 

Priceless! 

I felt like his Goddess again, as he once used to address me during moments of intimate passion. Other times it would be "Mommy", his caring but strict protector, in moments when I had to tan his little butt over my knee. I was truly enjoying seeing Russell submissive and vulnerable again. It pulled at my heart strings. 

I cupped his chin into my hand and directed his gaze into my steely blue eyes. 

"Go find Sarah Jane, young man." I firmly spoke. "Find her and kiss her on the lips. Tell her that her submission is a wonderful gift to you and tell her how much you adore her."

He smiled and replied with a, "yes Ma'am." 

"Treat her to a lovely orgasm with that amazing tongue on yours. Do it from your knees. Show her a small glimpse of your submission...and change out of that silly pilot costume." I ordered, my tone both caring but strict. 

Russell scurried off to do my bidding. Likely embarrassed that his tongue and mouth were still glazed with his recently swallowed ejaculate. I wonder if Sarah will notice the taste in his mouth? 

Such a good boy! He did exactly as I instructed. I could hear Sarah Jane yelling "Daddy", from down the hall. 

Even though I masturbated and came while Russell was sucking my toes, I was still ravenous for more. I went to the find the girls in their "shoe closet", to see what they were up to. 

Vanessa was fully dressed and was preparing to leave. I guess she had a date-night planned with her husband. I jumped at the opportunity to pry for more. 

"By date-night with hubby, you mean him watching you with your bull?" I curiously prodded. 

"Yes Mistress, that sort of date-night." She chuckled as she answered. "Although he might be doing more than just watching tonight!"  

I shrieked with excitement. "That's so fuckin' awesome! I wanna hear all about it!" 

Vanessa giggled again. "Of course Mistress," she seductively purred and gave me a wink. She then kissed both Summer and I on the lips and made her way out.

As soon as I was alone with Summer, my dress was off and I was grinding my soaked pussy into her eager mouth. Gawd, I was so fucking aroused from everything that had played-out around me and the thoughts of Vanessa the Goddess Cuckoldress! 

I leaned my head back as Summer's tongue danced around my throbbing clit. I closed my eyes and began to envision Vanessa with her bull, fucking her vigorously as Derek kneels at the end of the bed and watches, his tiny cock straining against the confides of its cage, his body adorned in delicate pastel satin, lace and bows. 

Little did I know, he was given a much, MUCH more challenging offer from Vanessa, days earlier. 

Take it away, "Chatty" 

****

Vanessa gently posed the question one morning over breakfast. Derek felt a surge of conflicting emotions inside him. The idea of being taken by another man, especially in his sissy attire, was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. His chastity cage served as a constant reminder of his limitations as a man, and the offer to experience intimacy in a different way intrigued him.

"I... I'm not sure," Derek stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Derek felt deeply humiliated, but also an undeniable curiosity about the prospect Vanessa presented. To be taken by a "real man" and fucked just like a girl would experience was the daunting offer from his wife. 

Vanessa's hand gently cupped Derek's chin, guiding his gaze back to her. "It's alright, sissy. I know this is a big step, and I won't push you into anything you're not ready for," she reassured him, her voice soft and soothing. "Just think about it, and when you're ready, let me know."

Derek nodded, grateful for Vanessa's understanding. He knew that she would never force him into anything he wasn't comfortable with, and that reassurance brought him a sense of comfort amidst the whirlwind of emotions he was experiencing. Vanessa clicked out of the kitchen, leaving him to his thoughts. 

As the day continued, Derek found himself unable to shake the idea from his mind. The thought of being penetrated like a girl, of surrendering completely to another man's desires, sparked a mix of excitement and anxiety within him. He couldn't deny that he was curious, that a part of him longed to experience the kind of pleasure he could no longer provide as a chastity-bound sissy.

The following days were filled with contemplation and introspection for Derek as he continued his life of sissy slavery and domestic maid chores. 

He discussed his feelings and desires with Vanessa, sharing his hesitations and fears. She listened patiently, offering support and guidance without judgment.

The odd time, Vanessa would have to firmly remind him of the hierarchy in their relationship of wife, bull and cucked husband.

In the end, Derek made his decision. He found himself drawn to the idea of experiencing intimacy in a different way, of letting go of his preconceived notions of masculinity and embracing a side of himself that had remained hidden for so long.

As the night of Anthony's visit approached, Derek's nerves and excitement grew. Vanessa had made all the arrangements, and she reminded Derek what was expected of him. He was dressed in a delicate shade of yellow, the soft fabrics hugging his curves, while the chastity cage confined his flaccid penis from within his panties, emphasizing his submissive status. With his makeup perfectly applied and his wig styled in cute ringlets, Derek was the epitome of a sissy doll. Vanessa couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, knowing the effect it had on his state of mind.

The thought of being dressed in such an embarrassingly girlish outfit in front of Anthony both thrilled and embarrassed him.

When Anthony arrived, Derek greeted him with a curtsy, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt a mix of anticipation and vulnerability, knowing that tonight would be unlike any other.

"Good evening, Sir." Derek managed to squeak out in his wispy attempt at a feminine voice. 

Anthony simply smirked, as Vanessa was advancing on him, lustful to greet him as her cherished lover. 

With a snap of her fingers and a point to the corner, Vanessa quickly dismissed Derek to his position of shame and embarrassment. He was reduced to a mere observer, only able to listen to his wife and her bull. 

Their passion continued to escalate and from Derek's shameful perspective, he could now hear zippers being undone and Vanessa's moans of delight. 

Soon after, the quiet living room filled with the sounds of Vanessa, gagging her way through a challenging deepthroating of Anthony. 

After what seemed like an eternity of jealously, shame, humiliation and involuntary arousal for poor Derek, Vanessa took Anthony's cock out of her mouth long enough to summon Derek to the couch. He was bound and gagged, and positioned on display, forced to watch. 

"As Anthony pleasures me," Vanessa said, her voice low and seductive, "you will stay right there, watching and listening to every intimate moment. You will be my little cuckold sissy, knowing that you can never please me like a real man can."

Vanessa positioned herself in a manner that would be extra humiliating for Derek, ensuring that she could not only look directly at him while Anthony fucks her, but also reach his chastity cage to grope and fondle.  

Derek's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but he knew that this was what Vanessa wanted, and he was determined to fulfill her desires.

"I want you to listen to the sounds I make, the pleasure I experience," Vanessa said, her gaze intense. "And as you listen and watch, you will know that you will never be able to satisfy me like Anthony can. You will be humbled, emasculated, and utterly submissive."

"Yes, Mistress," Derek replied, his voice barely above a whisper and contorted by his ball-gag.

Vanessa smiled, knowing that Derek was fully submitting to her and embracing his role as her sissy cuckold.

"And just to remind you of your place," she said, reaching down to touch the chastity cage that confined Derek's penis, "your little clitty will remain locked up while Anthony and I enjoy each other." 

(Yes, "Chatty" actually generated that one and this entire exchange). 😈

Derek's breath caught in his throat at the reminder of his chastity. It was a constant reminder of his submission and his inability to please Vanessa sexually.

"But don't worry," Vanessa said, a mischievous glint in her eye, "I will make sure you get plenty of attention afterward. You'll be begging for Anthony's fat cock in your ass, won't you, my little sissy?"

Vanessa continues her relentless barrage of torment and humiliation, as Anthony fucks her just as relentlessly. 

After Anthony finishes inside Derek's wife, he is released from his bondage and invited to join in on the action. 

At Vanessa's gentle guidance, Derek felt a rush of both excitement and apprehension as Anthony's glistening cock was brought closer to his painted lips. The vivid contrast of his feminine appearance against the throbbing masculinity before him heightened his vulnerability and arousal.

"Go ahead, my sissy," Vanessa cooed, her voice a soothing melody. "Give it a kiss, just like you practiced with my strap-on earlier."

Derek's face blushed deeply, over Vanessa’s announcement that he practices with a training cock. 

With a deep breath, Derek parted his painted lips and tentatively placed a delicate kiss on the tip of Anthony's penis. It was a moment of surrender, a symbolic act that signified his acceptance of his submissive role and his willingness to experience pleasure in a way he had never known before.

"May I please clean you off, Sir?" Derek whispered in defeat. 

"You may, little girl." Anthony responded. 

"Thank you, Sir. And thank you for fucking my wife, Sir." 

These were the last words to escape Derek's painted lips, before he was silenced by a giant cock. 

"That's a gooooood guuuuurl!" Vanessa purred to her husband. 

To be continued. 

Mistress Andrea and "Chatty"

xoxo

Continued in: Husband gets Blacked

 

 

The New Recruit

Continued from: Sarah's Junior School

If you remember back to the post called Slave Sisters, I set my wife Summer up with Russ and Sarah, under the masquerade that the two women would be having a playdate with "Daddy". The additional façade, was that Summer needed to be babysat by Russ because I was going on a date!

It was actually a business meeting, it didn't quite turn into a date until the end of the night, after too much bourbon. 

Remember Vanessa? The Flight Attendant who works alongside Summer.

*Phew* Yes, this little rocket! 

Vanessa first appeared in my crosshairs long ago, around the same time I learned Summer would occasionally sell her used nylons and high heels after flights. Vanessa was apparently the co-worker who taught Summer about this naughty little side-hustle and how to post images like so. This is Vanessa below. 

Since that time, Vanessa was the Maid of Honour to Summer, when she and I got married. I think Bella might have tongue-banged her in the pool that night, if I remember correctly.

Anyway, I set a meeting with Vanessa, not to talk about her pussy, rather, her feet. She's made a little bit of money off the foot fetishists over the years, I wanted to ask if she was ready to go pro.

How do you conduct a job interview for the position of: foot fetish model who will also be selling her nylons, shoes and socks?

"Ummm, Vanessa, show me your feet." 

 

"Congratulations, you're hired." 

She was more than eager to accept and after some legal paperwork in the days following our meeting, some talk of finances and a make-out session on my front porch, Vanessa now worked for me. She and Summer had full reign over the "shoe closet", as it has come to be known, the area at the Facility dedicated to feet, heels and hosiery. 

Cassandra helped with some of the photography work and marketing as usual and before long, Summer's feet pay-site was once again spinning triple 7's!

The girls would literally have to prove to potential buyers, that the pantyhose they boarded the flight wearing, were the same ones they were peeling off, eight hours later before sealing and shipping. It was a lot of dicking around but through pictures, codes and short videos, they maintained the continuity of this process. 

Sometimes they would come right home from the airport and immediately head to the "shoe closet". After I give my sexy little wife a smooch of course. 

I guess this was the critical time to capture all the magic, that first moment they pull a tired foot out of a hot stiletto. 

Now with the pair of them playing footsies, literally, the popularity of her site went through the roof and sales almost doubled! As for actual clients attending the "shoe closet" to have a live-session with both Summer and Vanessa, the cost is astronomical. Yet that space in the Facility is constantly booked solid. 

You know what I say? I say good for them! No one should judge these two. 

They found a little niche in this wonderful world of kink and they're profiting from it. Cripes, if I could sell pictures of my back deck to some lumber-fetishist, I totally fuckin' would!

"Oh Jesus that's a nice deck! That's a nice deck-pic!"

"Is that White Cedar? God I can picture running my nose across it. That deck must smell so good!" 

"Send me an unsolicited deck pic, like randomly when I'm at work. It'll be hot! Like I don't know it's coming and I open my phone and BOOM! It's a picture of your deck. I'll even pay for it, like money for it, please?" 

LOL...right?

It costs like $11.99 for a head of Iceberg Lettuce these days. Fuckin' right I'd sell you my best deck pics!  

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Beautiful Brainwashing

 

 

 

New Dungeon Space, Attracts a New Client

Continued from: Keyholder

With the wedding, weeks behind us and the Facility slowly coming back online with bookings, I finally had the time and vision to complete the dungeon space. Although I had the dark, dank, consensual non-consent room with a mattress on the floor, some clients were missing the options I used to have, which involved cages, pillories and bondage apparatus. 

Problem solved! (Little trip to Home Depot, maybe Bed, Bath and Beyond...if we have enough time)

I think Summer was looking forward to getting back into her dungeon groove as well, clicking around in sky-high boots and vinyl, hearing the silly boys whimper and beg for her during a dual session with me. Part of me was missing some of that play too, the dungeon is a fairly intense space. 

Near the upper floor and similar to the feel of the upper floor, I also added a more Victoria-era "parlour." A gentleman's den if you will. (Not sure why I am speaking in a British accent right now, as I write this).

A space where like that show Bridgerton, everyone may feel safe and free to have-at one another, if you can get through the bustle and the layers of petticoat to get to a woman's fanny. This could also be a space where a Victorian sissy maid for instance, could serve and service a gentleman caller or face a sound birching on the bare if they don't.  

No sooner did I ask Cassandra to post and feature these new spaces on my site, did we have a request for a consultation from a potential, new client. 

She was calling herself Sarah, and indicated she was a fan of the Facility and our website, but had merely been a lurker up until this point. She was interested in exploring her kinks and excited when she saw our images of the new dungeon space and parlour. 

It was in the afternoon, on a weekday, when this tiny little thing crept through the door of the Facility and approached reception. She looked sharp and professional while not flashy, young too. She wore little make-up and had lovely, dirty-blonde hair. 

"Miss Cassandra, how do you do? I'm Sarah". She squeaked out, looking red-faced and embarrassed. 

She must have read our protocol section of the website. She knew how to address Cassie properly, who usually remains at resting bitch face, level 12, until she is greeted properly. 

I was watching the live video feed of the lobby and listening in from my office. I absolutely swooned when I heard this little pixie say, "how do you do?" Omg how cute! Who says that anymore? I liked her old-fashioned flare already. 

I liked her even more when I noticed she was in heels and hosiery. Such a perishable trait these days.  

Cassie had her sit and try to relax, while I took a moment to review Sarah's online application from my office. 

When people first show interest in my Facility they fill out an online application. It's basically what they wish to get out of a session and some generic themes and interests. 

Age regression, school-themed, adult spanking. Detention centre, cop-lady, judicial punishment. Sissy adult-baby, diapers and maternal-Domme, to name a few. 

This young lady however, expanded elaborately and wrote in full, articulate, detailed sentences. Some of the things she was looking for, was making even ME, blush! It all seemed so very degrading and dehumanizing, coming from this presumably, well put together woman. 

In moments like this, I have a secondary screening so to speak, to verify and confirm some of these deep and dark requests. 

I buzzed Cassandra at her desk, on speaker so the nervous Sarah could hear me. 

"Please take her into secondary screening Cassie", I said very officially, over the phone. 

"Yes Ma'am", Cassie responded. 

"Secondary" doesn't mean that Sarah receives a body cavity search after her luggage is tossed. It simply means a more detailed questionnaire is provided to her. This however, is done in the vulnerable classroom setting, in a desk facing the wall, so she feels like she's in detention. 

Throughout this document, Sarah will have the opportunity to provide more details about what she likes and deeply desires. Examples of some of these questions with a simple 'yes' or 'no' checkbox, are as follows:

1. I want marks and bruises to appear on my body for days after my session. 
2. I desire to be slapped, pissed on and degraded during a sexual encounter.
3. Unless it's my safeword, I don't have a voice during a session, I am a piece of fuckmeat.
4. If someone wrote "cum dumpster" on my forehead, I would become very aroused. 

There were thirty questions of very similar nature on this document. When Sarah was done, Cassandra ushered her into my office. Sarah passed me the questionnaire with her hands trembling and her eyes down. She addressed me as Mistress and remained silent as I reviewed her answers. 

It took me about two seconds to recognize that she had answered 'yes', to all thirty of the additional screening questions. The examples I listed above are rather extreme, but there were questions even more hardcore than that. 

I sat her down and immediately explained that no one here would ever judge her for what she desires and that it is a safe place to explore her deepest and darkest, provided everything remains safe, sane and consensual. 

When I spoke these words to her, it looked like a huge weight had been lifted from her chest. She exhaled deeply with a glimmer of a tear in her eye, and said, "thank you Mistress." 

"May I ask a question Ma'am?" She followed with. 

"Of course Sarah," I smiled. 

"I saw your new space, 'The Gentleman's Palour.' Do you have a male Dom at the Facility now Ma'am?" She beamed with hope as she asked. 

"I'm sorry Sweetie, we don't." I put my hand on her knee as I spoke. 

Some kid is taking a deep breath to blow out all their birthday cake candles, but some other, greasy kid, leans in and does the honours for them. Have you seen that look before? This was the look on Sarah's face...

Maybe I stepped on her birthday cake too, after fucking up her make-a-wish, candle moment. I felt my heart ache for her, I knew what she needed so badly and I got her hopes up. She was so close to indulging in her kinks. 

"I'm sorry Mistress, this is certainly no disrespect to you or the way your run your Facility, but I was hoping you had a male Dom option now." She pouted as she spoke. 

"I mean, you're really, really pretty and so is that Cassandra girl, but I'm just not into girls Mistress," She added. 

Sensing an opportunity, and from what I knew of her file and questionnaires, I thought I'd try a little experiment. She had a safeword within these walls, she could easily stop anything without repercussions. 

"Stand and strip naked Sarah...everything!" I commanded her sternly. 

She hesitated for a millisecond, before robotically obeying. 

I could tell she had done BDSM before, as a submissive. She obeyed orders with urgency, always acknowledging me with a 'yes Ma'am' or 'yes Mistress' while keeping her eyes lowered. 

"Put your hair in a high pony," I continued to try my luck with the short commands. 

Again she obeyed with a, "yes Ma'am."

I handed her a hair elastic from around my wrist. 

I reached into the top drawer to my left, to retrieve a special little item I had for her. I affixed this around her neck, she could not yet see what it said. 

I sat back down and told her that I wanted to try something, an experiment of sorts. 

I told her to stand and walk to the mirror, then place her hands on top of her head. She audibly groaned, out loud in my office, when the sign around her neck finally came into view in her reflection. 

This was a groan of pure lust, full of arousal and want, but a groan of pure humiliation all the same. 

I sat back at my desk. 

"Ten minutes Sarah, facing the mirror. You are not to move or make a sound." I barked. 

I typed away and called Cassandra at one point, while Sarah stood motionless in front of that mirror, dying of embarrassment. 

A timer went off and she jumped and gasped. 

I stood and told her to spread her legs for me. 

She shook her head 'no' as I approached her spread legs, her face was blushing deeply, burning with shame. I could already see strands of pre-cum, connecting each of her spread thighs like laundry lines. She knew what was coming next...

I used the pads of three of my fingers and just gently rested them against her pussy, giving her a wet-check. No penetration, just a gentle, horse-feeding motion.

She groaned out loud once more, mortified with shame.

My gawd she was dreadfully, dreadfully wet! Sopping wet! Which I used to my advantage and verbalized, to disgrace her even further. 

"It would seem your kinks, your submission, is gender neutral Sarah?" I asked rhetorically, before gently tugging her ponytail like a hand towel, to wipe my soaked fingers off in her hair.  

"But the male Dom thing, leave it with me ok Sarah, I want to help you." I reassured her. 

Her bright, youthful eyes lit up like stars. 

"Oh thank you Mistress!" She mewed out loud, then asked me if she could dress. She was now covering her soaked pussy with one of her hands and covering her nipples with the opposing forearm. 

I removed the sign from around her neck and handed her clothing back. 

"Give me a few days Sarah and Cassandra will be in-touch ok?" I said, as I saw her out. Sarah was over-the-moon, with hope. 

Me...I wasn't so sure...

There was only one man, one man in my entire universe who I would ever trust with such a thing.

Fuck...it's been so long...

What do I say to him?

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: Once a Submissive

 

 

Pickle Barrel

Continued from: Foodie Porn

Did you notice in my last post that the word umami, is pronounced: "Oooo, Mommy"? 

A term I'm quite familiar with and I'm just as savory! Just sayin'. Haha

I digress. This post is not about me this time, it's about my beautiful and sexy fiancée Summer, and her growing number of fans. 

What started as a naughty but innocent revenue stream, when Summer would occasionally sell her worn nylons after a flight, has turned into a complete empire of capitalism. 

Have you ever seen a Pickle Barrel menu? It's like 38 pages long. It's like trying to read Great Expectations, all while a server looms over you, wondering why it's taking so long to decide.

Well my little Summer, provides so many delicious options to her fans and clients, that it would rival any 38-page menu from the Picky-B. 

Cassandra helped, with her knowledge of social media, combined with the new area I built for her in the Facility 2.0, the feet people are on the brink of banging down our door.   

My personal favourite, is a service she offers where a fan of hers just books the room, for a maximum of thirty minutes. Summer doesn't even have to be there! It's crazy. We don't film or ask questions about what the person may be doing in this room. These are predominately all males who are NOT in chastity devices...if you catch my drift....ahem.

They also have to consent to be searched on the way out, to ensure they have not stolen any of her shoes, socks or nylons. 

Sissy Kaylee comes in and does a deep clean of the space, after it has been rented, just in case. 

The business model is very much like a resort mentality, or the Disney business model. You've rented the space for thirty minutes, which is NOT cheap, oh but wait, you can also:  

• Add a souvenir to your existing booking, take home one of Summer's socks - $20.00
• Take home a photograph of Summer's bare feet and toes - $25.00
• Take home Summer's toenail polish - $35.00
• Leave with her most recently worn pantyhose - $55.00

And so on, and so on...escalating all the way up to premium packages, which of course, you first need to be a premium member. Enter the streaming service business model, who $12.99 per months you to death. Premium services then include: 

• Feet sniffing - $100
• High heel sniffing - $100
• Toe sucking - $200
• Full foot worship, toes, soles, ankles - $250
• Masturbating onto her feet (there's a catch with this one though) - $300
• Have Summer give you a footjob - $350

All of this, THEN take a souvenir home too! 

The items have been worn by Summer for various lengths of time in various circumstances. Athletic socks, stockings, knee socks, sneakers, high heels, sandals, you name it. It's all for sale with a premium membership. 

White, Under Armour athletic socks, worn for a 1-hour workout or run, is there a cost difference between these and say, suntan pantyhose worn for a 12-hour flight in her heels? Oh hell yes there's a price difference! 

It all kinda happened when Cassie and I created a more professional site for her, a pay-site that also required a membership. Within this pay-site was an online auction. This worked very well for awhile. 

After Summer moved in with me and decided she'd help with the clients and dual-Domme sessions, Cassie started to leak little hints on Summer's social medias that she was a practicing Dominatrix now, working alongside me. 

Suddenly, her fans who had spent years, following her pictures and purchasing her nylons, could actually meet her. They could be groveling on their hands and knees at the base of this stool, waiting for that first moment she begins to bob a heel off one of her feet and offer it to the silly male. 

She'll point and snap her fingers, directing the male's nose into the heel. He'll obey willingly. 

This view from this vantage point with the high-heel bob off the toes, is apparently like crack-cocaine!

Ladies, if you want to find the potentially submissive man in the room, some day you're with a bunch of people, in a large meeting, or in a classroom setting or conference...try the heel-bob. Hosiery and heels is best but bare and heels works too. 

Be dainty, be feminine, look as though you're in charge, then go for the toe-dangle and gentle bob. Once you've thrown out the bait, watch for the person in the room who is laser-focused on your feet. Quick little glances, trying to look away but keeps sneaking looks back, completely mesmerized. 

That's likely your submissive...

You've captured their gaze, they're frozen. They can't look away. 

Be their Medusa. Turn those silly males to stone! 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: House Warming