The Big Easy

Continued from: The entire storyline of Summer, but most recently:

I have a plane to catch

Despite the fact that New Orleans smells like a humid hangover and pee, I really do enjoy the place. It has a smoky, old-world feel to it. I'm not much of a Bourbon Street or Mardis Gras gal, I much prefer the Chandelier District and the speakeasy feel that it has. Seamed stockings and a properly made Old-Fashioned, that's more my style. The sad tambour of a trombone in the background, giving me goosebumps, as charbroiled oysters flare up from the kitchen. I can only hope that Summer likes all of this too, she doesn't strike me as a tits-out, neck full of beads sorta girl. 

Summer's tits...fuck I miss her! *sigh*

She was already one night in, at some postage-stamp hotel room her airline puts the crew up in. I sent her an address via text and she asked me if it was the upscale room I booked. I replied with: 

"No huni it's a Tailor, they'll look after you, xoxo".

She of course LOL'ed me over text, declaring she was excited and that I was so mysterious sometimes. 

The finished product, was pretty fuckin' cute though!

Look at my little prohibition, sex-slave mobster, complete with a felt Fedora and pocket watch! The outfit and tailoring was grotesquely expensive, but I didn't care, look how sexy she is! You don't want to be the richest person in the graveyard right? 

When I eventually got landed, limo'ed and checked into the swanky hotel room, Summer was just finishing up at the tailor. I sent her the address to the famous, Court of Two Sisters restaurant. It's such a beautifully, romantic place. I settled on a leather two-piece outfit with gold accents and heels. Anyone who saw the pair of us out in public might subtly notice our D/s dynamic, with the way I was dressed. 

Even though Summer had sent me numerous messages saying "let's go back to the room and fuck" (which I'll be spanking her for later), I wanted this night to be different, my heart was so full for her.

We gazed into each other's eyes throughout dinner, amidst the backdrop of slow jazz music in this 300 year-old courtyard, adorned with rich vegetation and twinkling lights. 

Tableside Caesar salad from scratch, turtle soup, then shrimp and grits. It was all so amazing. I'm not much a dessert person but Summer ordered Bananas Foster, a NOLA classic. She ran her fork across the length and girth of the flaming banana, all while looking at me invitingly and raising an eyebrow. 

What a huge slut! lol...and yes I packed my strap-on for her.

After too much Absinthe and both of us kinda wobbly in our heels, we made it back to the room, complete with a hot tub on a covered veranda. 

I got right down to business and spanked her ex-figure skater arse, right over her skin-tight dress pants. I was scolding her for being a giant slut, but we were both laughing and giggling. This wasn't a REAL spanking, it was just foreplay. 

With my playlist providing some ambiance in the background, I got her to her feet and she helped me out of a layer of clothing. 

A song came on, an Elvis cover by Ingrid Michaelson. I can't help falling in love. 

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=o2U8_vR3yUI

It was perfect for this moment and this was the moment I had been waiting for. I put her hat on, ridiculously, in just my bra and panties, and pulled her in for a dance. 

We listened to the sweet lyrics and didn't say a word. We just swayed in circles around that room, enchanted by each other's eyes. 

I ended up straddling Summer on the bed and leaning in for a kiss but ended up turning my head into her shoulder to hide my face. Tears were beginning to stream down my cheeks.

She bucked me with her hips a little, as a prompt, saying, "Andrea, what's wrong?" 

I summoned the courage to turn and face her, my eyes soaked with moisture. The minute she saw this she began to well up also. Just as she was about to say something I went for it...

"Summer..."

"I don't know how to say goodbye to you anymore"...

"Summer...I love you!" 

I finally dropped it, my heart was pounding out of my chest. 

Her face was vacant, as the tears continued to cascade down her temples. 

I was starting to panic. She hadn't said anything yet! Time was standing still as we were frozen in this moment that felt like and eternity to me.

Finally a smile crested her face, a big one, followed by a cheeky little grin. 

"Say it again", she purred to me. 

I smiled back at her as my heart filled with relief. 

"Summer...I love you", I told her again. 

"I've loved you since the moment we met, Mistress", she replied.

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

 

 

   

Continued in:

Collaring Ceremony

Continued from: Remember, be girly

From what I have heard, of the deeply kink community and the lifestyle BDSM participants, a submissive or slave being collared for the very first time by their new owner, is quite the experience. 

I understand it can become rather emotional, with tears of overwhelming joy. I get it...A submissive being taken on as an "owned slave", meaning they are accepted, never judged and now the property of another. Powerful stuff indeed!

Since I am relatively new to town, this town anyway, I haven't been around long enough to fully and formally collar a slave as my property, until now.

She was my very first client, looking for adult spanking as an alternative form of emotional therapy. She has opened her vulnerability to me and shared her tears countless times over. She has shared her daughter with me and she has been taken to both extremes of the BDSM spectrum, once when she was age regressed and diapered, and another session where she was harnessed-up as a prancing, pony slave.

You can read about these lovely moments here: 

Her very first Spanking

Bella's Age Regression Kink

Bella is a Pony Slave

I could think of no one better in my life, professional or personal, who not only deserves a collar but also, earned a formal ceremony to accompany one.

The beautiful Bella Goth, just last week, asked me to collar her!

I had never done a formal collar ceremony before and since Bella was asking to be collared, I wanted to ensure it was a memorable experience for her. My first instinct was that I needed assistants. I was picturing some ancient Egyptian beauties, a few wisps of white linen covering their most intimate areas, leading Bella to some sacrificial altar. 

Yet instead of canopic jars and me dressed like Anubis, it would be bondage, collars, high heels and lingerie! Eff-you ancient Egypt, I got this!

So, I needed two scantily-clad beauties. Who better to ask than my ultimate side-chick and girl-crush, Summer and the fiery Cuckoldress, sissy-tamer, Katrina. 

They were more than happy to help, to play the roles of my props during this elaborate sonnet that was unfolding, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene. 

We went with matching gold-leaf collars for these two vixens, latex opera gloves and a beautiful, soft satin rope tie to accentuate and bind their breasts. Down below, a pussy covering, anal opening g-string, white stockings and d'orsay heels. 

They looked absolutely stunning!

I phoned Bella who was already anticipating her collaring was going down tonight. I left the phone conversation mysterious and cryptic for her, by only saying:

"Dress in an evening gown. It's time"...

Then I hung up immediately. 

I didn't have to ask if Bella owned a gown, of course she did! Look at this stunner. 

No receptionist to greet her this time. I simply left a note on the desk. 

My dearest Bella,

Please report to my private chambers

Your collar awaits 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo 

I spared no expense with the pomp and circumstance of this occasion. We were laying it on thick for her. 

She walked in on quite the scene, when she entered my bedroom. I heard an audible gasp escape her crimson painted lips. I'm not certain she expected assistants. Certainly not ones so beautiful and scantily-clad. 

Summer and Katrina swapped places, moving very slow and robotic, not saying a word. Summer took up a position at my right side and began to officiate the ceremony. 

"Isabella Octavia Goth, down on your knees and bow your head", Summer told her, remembering her script perfectly. 

It was very moving to see a grown woman so elegantly dressed, kneeling as a submissive. I hadn't said a word yet. I sat their stoic and Goddess-like, as I felt the situation demanded.

Summer continued with her scripted content:

"Repeat after me, I Isabella".

"I Isabella". She followed along perfectly...

"Am a slave to my wet cunt".

Katrina almost broke character into a giggle. Bella hesitated for a moment, embarrassed at the crassness of Summer's script. 

"Am slave to my wet cunt".

"And my wet cunt, makes me a slave".

"And my wet cunt, makes me a slave".

I chose this paradoxical mantra for Bella to recite, as it describes the infinite cycle of a submissive. Being humiliated and degraded makes her pussy ache and drip. When her pussy aches and drips she becomes humiliated and embarrassed from the involuntary arousal, and so begins the vicious cycle of her infinite submission.

A predicament? A conundrum? I don't know *shrug*. I thought it was an excellent mantra for her.

Summer continued. 

"Who owns your wet cunt Bella?" 

"My Mistress".

"If YOU are a slave to your cunt, and your wet cunt is the property of Mistress Andrea, who is your owner?" 

"Mistress Andrea", Bella gasped out, breathy and aroused. 

I spoke for the first time. 

"Rise Isabella". 

I'll admit, this was a bit much. We were entering the realm of , "rise a Knight" territory. However, were also nearing the end of our ceremonious script and ready for some action. I could tell all the girls were anxiously aroused.   

"Girls, take her to the dungeon please", I spoke again. 

Katrina and Summer each took an arm and led her away as if against her will. 

They knew that once in the dungeon, she was to be stripped of her gown and strung up on her tip-toes for a whipping. 

My two minions did my bidding and manhandled Bella down to the dungeon space. She was aggressively stripped of her heels, her gown and her bra and panties. Her elegant necklace was removed to make-way for her collar. 

When I clicked into the dungeon I was met with the most beautiful scene. I had to snap a photo it was so artistically lovely. 

I slowly clicked toward the trio. Watching Bella jump with each of my heel clicks. 

"Thank you ladies", I seductively purred. 

I specifically wanted to use a riding crop with a heart-shaped tip. My plan was to cover her beautiful, bare ass in red heart prints. It would look so cute to mark her like this before she got her collar. 

Forty or so lashes did the trick, enough to cover both cheeks and her upper thighs. It looked as darling and beautiful as I expected. I photographed the smattering of heart-shaped welts to show her later. 

Did it look like this, all over her bare bum? Not really, but it was the thought that counted!

The girls got her spun around to face me. I went to another area of the space to get Bella's collar.

"Girls, please kneel while I officially take Bella as my prized possession". I mixed in this additional flamboyant and ceremonious line. 

I approached slowly with the collar in my hand. Bella never took her eyes off me. I held the soft leather in front of her face and ran it's smooth lustre against her breasts. I watched as her nipples hardened instantly and goosebumps consumed her entire body. 

I held it up to her nose so she could smell the unmistakable aroma of leather.

I turned it over to face it toward Bella for the first time. The rhinestone lettering twinkled in the candlelight, spelling out the word "OWNED". 

I watched several stray tears, rolling down Bella's cheeks. It was not from the pain of her whipping, certainly not. I could see the desperate lust in her eyes, the loving devotion toward me and the freedom of acceptance. 

It was a beautiful moment. I'm glad we decided to make this so formal and decadent. I kissed both of her cheeks to taste her briny tears, then removed her gag to kiss her lips and transfer her tears onto them. 

I finished by rolling her lower lip into mine and slowly tugging on it as a drew my head back to look into her eyes. 

"Mine!" I playfully hissed out. 

That was all that needed to be said to conclude her ceremony. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Take her to my Chambers

 

 

 

 

   

Happy Endings

Continued from: White Noise

Poor Cassandra had just spent nearly two hours in idle submission, a practice I referred to in the last post as "white noise". The experience was extremely humiliating for her, yet as our time together drew to an end, she was begging through her gag, asking permission to cum. I guess the humiliation of her predicament had made her ravenous with arousal. 

I allowed it, but on the condition that she masturbate right in front of me and at the dining room table, where she and I have shared countless meals together. Masturbating in the vanilla façade of the dining room, should make Cassandra feel extra degraded and dirty. 

It didn't stop her from getting right down to business and flopping a leg up on the table. It was so hot to watch! God damn did she ever give herself a fine seeing to! 

With drool cascading down between her tits, bubbling from the gag, it did a superb job of lubricating her pussy. If we had more time I would have bent her right over that table for a good Rogering!

Alas, I had to drive her to her parents mansion for dinner. I poked my head in on Summer in the gym. I told her I was just dropping Cassie off, then told Summer to shower when she was done in the gym and wait for me on my bed, bare naked. She giggled and kissed me with a: "yes Mistress Andrea".

Little Cassie had me all hot and bothered...I intend to take this out on Summer when I returned, or so she thought. 

When I dropped Cassandra off she kissed my mouth, thanking me for everything and hugging me tightly. 

"I'll see you next Sunday, Ma'am?" She said in a hopeful voice. 

"Ohhh your poor little bum. I wouldn't miss it young lady", I replied. 

I watched her up to the door, rubbing her bum, likely to mitigate the dull ache before she had to sit with her family.  

When I returned to Summer, I found her naked and on my bed, like I ordered. Yet she somehow managed to get both her wrists into the bed cuffs. 

I'm not sure how the little spider monkey accomplished this, but it was fuckin' hot to walk in on, a little tied-up present of sexiness on my bed!

She spent the majority of the weekend extremely age regressed and participating in MDLG activities. She specifically requested this as an escape, but it is also very vulnerable and very degrading for her emotionally. I needed to build her back up again, not keep her under my stiletto or chained to my bed.

I unhooked her wrists and sat her up. 

"I want you to fuck me Summer! Good and hard!" I breathy-voice moaned to her. 

I helped her into a robust sized strap-on and just let her go to town on me. Boy, did she ever!

I finished off by riding her, so she could look into my face while I orgasmed all over that cock. 

I wanted her to stay. Gawd, I think I wanted her to stay forever. I was falling for Summer, hard!

She unfortunately had to go back to work tomorrow. She showered me with kisses and hugs, thanking me repeatedly for exactly what she needed this weekend. 

Cassandra, Summer...both spanked, humiliated and degraded, yet I'm being thanked repeatedly by them and showered with hugs and kisses?!

Happy endings all around I guess, except for the way my heart ached. 

Tears were welling up in my eyes as she left. The reason I knew I was falling for her, was I no longer knew how to say goodbye...

************************

Kaylee, who you'll remember from previous posts, is my male, sissy slave. He took over the role of my Receptionist, when Cassandra had to go back to school. Sissy Secretary 

Often times you'd find me sitting on his lap, being a total slut, grinding my leather pants into his mid-section. His poor mid-section where you would find a locked-up dick, housed by the most delicate and feminine of panties. 

Despite being mortified with humiliation most days, he's actually doing a decent job with my clients. 

Early in the week I called him into my office for a chat. 

"Yes Goddess Andrea?" He spoke. 

He calls me Goddess now. It seems to me that he interprets this as a "rank" higher than Mistress. Whatever, I allow it. 

"Kaylee huni, we have a client due this afternoon and I'd like to try something new today, for an additional cost of course". I explained. 

"I want you to start giving the male clients happy endings"...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Remember, be Girly!

White Noise

Continued from: Summer gets a babysitter

There's a term I like to use for a specific BDSM activity. I call it slave "white noise" or submissive "white noise". 

White noise is a tactic I like to use to humiliate a submissive while ensuring they are feeling extra-subby for me. What white noise means, is that I'm doing something vanilla, in a vanilla environment, while something from the kink world is going on. 

Take Julie's horribly humiliating spanking at the dinner table for instance, as described here: The Spanking she Never Got

The family continued with their meal while her spanked and naked bottom was on display in the timeout corner. (Her actual, spanked and naked bottom...thank you Miss Julie for the permission 👍)

Ouchie! 

In this example, naughty Julie is the white noise in the background. No one is interacting with her but she is engaged in kink-content, amidst a vanilla backdrop. As Julie can and probably will attest to, it's dreadfully humiliating. Cornertime is a good example of what I mean by white noise. 

A spanked adult male, nursing a sore bottom is in the corner for an hour. I decide to call my Mom to talk about the weather and what's new on the Food Network. 

A naughty female slave is bound, gagged, collared and blindfolded, riding a fucking machine while I do a work zoom-call in the same room, reminding her to be quiet or we're upgrading the ball-size for her mouth.

Something about the submissive being somewhat ignored, but still trapped within a BDSM scene, is what creates the humiliation and makes the act more degrading and punishing for them. 

Read a magazine while a silly male right beside you is being ass fucked by a machine, why not. You're loosely paying attention. 

I have seen plenty of content online, usually it's a Mistress or Dominant female having her feet suckled on and she looks like she's loosely paying attention. Or a Mistress is on a queening stool with a slave beneath her, his tongue up her asshole, and she's gaming, or chatting with friends. 

Here's a challenge for you dominant, work-from-home ladies. Rock a zoom call with your colleagues, while you make him lick your asshole! Wear a professional upper, skirt with no panties lower. Let him listen in stomach-churning humiliation, as you have a budget meeting while his tongue is deep in your bum hole. 

Trust me on this one, you'll feel like an absolute Goddess!

My silly male slaves and my ridiculous sissies know ALL about being white noise. Clicking around the house trying to balance in lockable heels, moping and vacuuming. Or having to watch and listen to Cassie and I enjoying lunch at the dining room table together, while they are chained to the kitchen sink, handwashing my panties. 

Cassandra knows about the burning shame of white noise too, and the manner in which I use it. So this is going to be her punishment today, for being caught with an unkempt pussy.

We have two hours before her dinner with her family. She's going to spend every second of that two hours as white noise.

 "Cassandra huni, do you know why I have to punish you", I spoke to her in a gentle tone. 

"Yes Ma'am", her eyes lowered in defeat. "Because my pussy wasn't pristine for you Ma'am". She stammered out. 

"Are you going to whip my pussy Ma'am?" She asked nervously. 

"Not today young lady, no. You are going to be spending the next two hours bare naked and gagged, regardless of whether or not Summer sees you". I ordered. 

"Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am", she said. 

I had her fetch one of the ball gags she uses when checking in my clients at the reception desk. The ball is smaller, better on the jaw for longer-term wear and the buckle has a padlock option. 

Once the gag was locked in place she whimpered, as she heard me say "naked and drooling". 

Red, feminine lips framed around a shiny ball. There is a certain, artistic beauty to ball gags, even with the drool. I love them!

I don't think Cassandra knew she was going to be put into white noise, until it actually happened. I had her kneel for me and put my feet up to relax. Summer would be awake soon and we had already agreed that after her nap, would mark the end of her age regression weekend. 

Summer knew and probably heard that Cassandra received her maintenance spanking with me, but I don't think she knows Cassie is now being punished. I heard the shower running down the hall, as did Cassandra. It must mean Summer is up, out of her diaper and ready to return to the adult world again.

I was furiously page-turning Miss Julie's latest book again. A young man named David is sent to stay with his hot, MILF Aunt and her cute, young, bubbly wife (who actually reminds me a lot of Summer). David soon finds himself being spanked by his Aunt for REAL!

Anyway, it's a hot read! Check it out! Miss Julie's Third Book!

As I was saying, I was reading with my feet up on Cassandra as Summer walked in. 

"Oh my!" She gasped out loud. "This doesn't look like a maintenance spanking." Summer stated.

"She already received that. Cassie is being punished for something else Summer", I said. 

Cassandra groaned and protested through her gag. Obviously hating every moment of me spilling her tea to Summer. 

"Summer Addison, how are you expected to keep your pussy for me young lady?" I asked in a sharp and official manner. 

Summer's feet came together as though standing at attention. 

"My pussy is to be pristine for you at all times Ma'am. Shaved bald and pleasantly scented", she rattled off like a soldier. 

I nodded my head in a telling motion toward Cassandra, while looking at Summer. 

"Ohhhh, I see. Yikes", Summer compassionately said, yet this only humiliated Cassandra even further. 

"Well, I'll be in the gym". 

Summer chirped-up, all chipper and energized, as though a naked and gagged female, kneeling in the room with my feet up on her was just a normal thing to see. 

I brought Cassie downstairs and put her in a "present" position while I made coffee. Strands of drool were glistening from her tits and nipples as she struggled to swallow more down. 

I sat at the table and had my coffee, while scrolling through my phone, all the while, my soothing and calming white noise, played in the background. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Happy Endings  

I just became a foot-pimp!

Continued from: Crying is not a Safeword and the storylines involving: Cabin Crew Nylons 

"There, there sweetheart, you can stay 'little' for as long as you like ok? Mommy will take good care of you", I softly swooned to her. 

This is the manner in which I was speaking to Summer, after her punishment session with me and we had her in the tub for a nice soak. 

Her spanking experience and punishment session, administered for something naughty she had actually done in her life, brought her emotions to a deeper level of vulnerability. 

I guess the only thing that made sense to her in the moments after, was to ask me if she could be a 'little', for the rest of our time together. I happily indulged her. 

She soon found herself in an adult-baby onesie, a delicate lace choker and fuzzy pink socks that went over her knees, with little sheep prints on them. 

Summer slipped my hosed-feet, out of my high heels that I had been in for the past few hours. It was a welcome relief. She sat on her bum in front of me. 

"So this must be what the gentleman who buy your pantyhose fantasize about huh? That first moment when your hot and sweaty heels come off. They picture you running your hands over the damp musk of your nylons?" I said to her.

"I guess so Mommy. That last post I made, the one that got me punished, those nylons sold about three minutes after I posted them, and for two times the price I was asking", Summer explained. 

"Show me what you think the gentlemen wish they were doing Summer", and I extended a foot to her. 

She closed her eyes slightly, then ran her nose along the sole of my foot, tracing a line up and down the seam that ran through the middle of the sole. She was inhaling deeply, while brushing her lips against my arch. 

"Are my nylons smelly Summer?" I bluntly asked her. 

"No Mommy, not at all. They smell like feet...that have just been in hot, high heels. I smell beautiful, feminine lotion and strict leather. Your soles are very warm and damp against my nose Mommy". 

I leaned back into a more comfortable position. 

"Massage both of my feet Summer, using only your lips and tongue", I commanded. 

"Yes Mommy, right away", she replied. 

Look at her poor, spanked ass cheeks, peeking out of her little 3-snap onesie. How adorable!

I began to speak to her about this whole cabin-crew tights fetish, as she continued to cradle my hosed foot and suckle on my toes. 

"Perhaps little one, Cassandra and I could help you market and legitimize you little side hustle? Rather than sneaking a quick sale after a long flight, we could normalize your business, so to speak?"

"But Mommy, isn't it a dirty and naughty thing to do?" She innocently asked. 

"No sweetheart, you're simply providing a service to people, bringing them happiness". 

"So I wouldn't be punished for posting my hosed-feet online and selling my nylons, Mommy?" 

"No Summer, you might be punished for not producing enough content for me. You'd become my little feet hooker", I giggled. 

"We'll talk some more about this, after you make Mommy cum", I ordered. 

I slipped out of my dress and rode Summer's tongue to an amazing orgasm. She was still in a very submissive state and insatiable, she wanted more! 

I gladly indulged her. She ended up licking my pussy, feet and asshole for probably the next two hours. She had so much sexual energy!

Look at her magical little tongue, fucking my tight bottom hole. 

"That's it my baby girl! Make Mommy cum onto your lips", I continued to encourage her until my clit was too sensitive to continue. 

I threw on a satin robe and we went downstairs. I made Summer a hot chocolate with mini marshmallows floating in it, while we talked more about her side hustle. 

"We'll get you some professional photos done, of your feet Summer, as a first step. Cassandra is 19 so she knows all about the social medias, the hype, followers and smashing like buttons and so on". I reassured her. 

"Then we'll make sure you're well stocked-up with Ziploc bags and we'll start to sell your hosiery after every flight and build your little foot-slave empire." I explained. 

Summer giggled in delight. 

"You're like my foot-pimp Mommy! Are you going to smack me around if I'm underperforming?" She asked, holding back laughter. 

"Absolutely young lady. Ten toes on the curb!" I jokingly declared. 

"And I still get to be your 'little' sometimes, Mommy?" She asked me, looking all adorable and pouty. 

"Of course little one", I assured her, as I kissed her pouty lips. 

About a week later, Cassandra had a full website up and running with about 15.5K followers. She named it "Arrivals and Departures". 

There were plenty of Flight Attendant references and hotel-room pictures. Neck scarfs and high heels were in abundance. Most images of Summer looked exactly like this: 

Finally her professional cover photo that we had done.

Summer's feet:

I think in the first week, Summer had about 42 people, pre-ordering her worn pantyhose from flights. Starting deposits to even get a chance to bid, were set at $45.00 USD. 

I take half the profits of this business, Summer gets a controlled portion, like an allowance. This was her idea, she said it would make her feel more little and cared for. I set up the same arrangement with Cassie, who also received an allowance from this side-hustle. 

Yes it's official, I'm her foot-pimp now! 

After a month or so, maybe Summer can just buy her own airline, with her new-found revenue stream?  We'll have a "stable" of Flight Attendants, all working for us and selling their hosiery like an assembly line! Haha!

World Domination via fetishists. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: What would you do for the key?