The Tears of the Sissies will Water the Meadows of France

Continued from: Gamer Mode

Hello everyone. I have to take a quick detour from my exploration of newly discovered animations within the Sims. I received a fan request, for a personalized series. I'd like you all to welcome Remy. He is an adult male from France. 

Obviously under consent, he wished his own likeness to be posted for all to see, to shame and humiliate him even more than his outfit would suggest. 

As you can see, Remy is a sissy schoolgirl. His plaid skirt is lifted and panties lowered, to expose a tiny pink chastity cage, housing an even tinier little clitty between his legs. This is the style of dress he prefers to be in, rather than his boring male clothes. 

Look at the two little dimples on his back, just like a girl! It's called "Britney Spears back", Remy. And all the men enjoy seeing these little dimples, when they take you from behind. Very visually delightful and feminine in the timeout corner too!

From his pigtails to his knee socks, it looks like he has everything, with the exception of Mary Jane heels. He will remedy this very soon.

After my last post, Remy left me a comment on the blog that read: 

Hello Mistress.
I am a sissy slave schoolgirl from France who wears a chastity cage.
Could I become a character in your stories please
I would like to be enrolled in your school for girls and be required to wear the same uniform as the other students
I would follow the same training as the other girls and I would also be punished

I think we can accommodate this request. Maybe a little foreign exchange student program for him, but the only option available is an all girls school?

I need to first put together the perfect team of minions to ensure he has the "proper" experience during his time with us. 

Nancy Landgraab, remember sweet Nancy, the oldest of my clients? Perhaps she could provide a more "senior girl", maternal and caring approach to Remy's time with us, while holding the authority to discipline him also, like the den mother of the group? 

We now have an AI version of Nancy. What do you think...pretty close? 

And I know she can pull off the schoolgirl look. I have spanked her over my knee many times while she's dressed like this: 

My wife, Summer! Obviously. She's from Paris. We totally need her to be involved, so she and Remy can conspire, commiserate and giggle in their native language, behind the teacher's back. 

We all know that she can rock the schoolgirl look too! 

Then, we need a wildcard in the mix. Someone who could go completely off script and just do whatever. Usually this role is filled by Cassandra, the wildest of them all, but alas, Cassie is unavailable for Remy's visit. 

Maybe that Carley girl? Remember her? That mousey, tattooed little thing? If her Dominant, Robby, lets her, then perhaps she could come play with us? I'm pretty sure she would have a gothy, schoolgirl uniform in her wardrobe somewhere. 

Robby will have to let us know if Carley can come by for a playdate. 

As for you, Remy, it would appear the stage is set for some deep humiliation, severe discipline and continued denial. You can expect your submissive stay with the girls and I to be absolutely miserable!

How do you put it, Les Misérables?

Mark my words, the tears of the sissy will water the meadows of France!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo  

Continued in: Dream Team

 

Major Renovations: Heavenly Hash Space

Continued from: Major Renovations: Vanilla Space

Alright, lets jump right into the new an improved Facility and some of the new features available for our lovely clients. 

If you've followed our blog you'll know that we like to provide people with very immersive experiences, ranging from childhood spankings at the Farmhouse to a feet and hosiery wonderland of scents and textures. 

How do we bring Summer and her cabin-crew nylons, right to the client? 

I designed her a simulated plane fuselage and cabin! Haha 

How cute is this!? 

Clients may now experience their most interactive flight attendant fantasies yet. 

There is enough room in the seats to be taken across Summer's strict lap for being an unruly passenger. There is enough room in the aisle to be stripped and splayed out, as Summer describes how damp her nylons have become, having been in her hot high heels during a transatlantic flight. 

After your session, as always, you may leave with a souvenir from Summer. Socks, hose, stockings and even her high heels are available for sale, but at a hefty price. 

This should be a fun space for Summer and Vanessa to do some great work and some great photo shoots. 

Will we still have an authentic classroom with school desks and a chalkboard? Absolutely. And don't forget the Principal's office where the canes and paddles are kept. 

For the sissy gurls, age players and fans of mdlg and ddlg, we still have you covered with an explosion of pink and ruffles. 

If you'd like to be wrapped in the crinkly comfort of a diaper, we have an adult change table and crib all ready for you in the nursery. 

If colouring books and stuffies are more suitable for your level of regression, we have a playroom to accommodate. 

And everything in between for Mommy's little princes and princesses. 

By special request, we have fully installed the courtroom in the main floor of The Facility, complete with a Probation Office.

You might stand accused of masturbating, fornication or sodomy, and will be provided the right to plead guilty to the charge, in hopes of leniency, or plead not guilty and have a trial. Spankings, the spanking machine, whippings, public humiliation and periods of incarceration, will be the majority of the sentences handed down. 

A newly added feature upon request of a reader, is the Probation office. 

After you have received your punishment publicly and your vanilla clothing has been returned, you may be required to serve a term of probation. For males, this will likely involve a period of chastity with your penis locked in a device. For females, maybe having to return to The Facility on a monthly basis for a little while, to be sexually humiliated, shamed or objectified in some way? 

Whatever the case may be, you do NOT want to be sentenced to probation also!

In the basement, we still have the pony stables for Bella and Sarah Jane, so they can prance for me with tail-plugs up their asses and bells jingling from their nipples. Also in the basement would be the sex dungeon where the heavy stuff and the fucking machines are kept. 

One of my personal favourties, the woodshed! We still have this as an option too. 

What do you think, everyone? 

Please don't hesitate to reach out and suggest something you'd like to see or experience. We're here to make your fantasies come true, after all. 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo
 

Continued in: Medical Room?

Interview with Summer cont.

Continued from: Someone's Gonna Get It

We are picking up where we left off, with Summer, being interviewed by some random, male fan of hers from the internet.

Welcome back Summer, thank you for continuing this interview. I hope you're ready for things to get a little more R rated up in here? 

*laughs Of course darling. I'm always ready for a little spice. What have you got in store for me? 

So, when you and Mistress Andrea are home together, and your flight attendant uniform is long-since removed, you are a "little" with her, and you call her "Mommy"? Correct? 

*nods That's correct most of the time, my darling. When we're alone together and with certain company, I become her little girl, and she is my Mommy. It's a dynamic that works well for us. It allows us to explore our desires and fantasies in a safe and consensual way. 

Of course our roles can shift depending on the situation. Sometimes I am a vulnerable and naïve schoolgirl, a slave maid or a bratty teen. Other times, Mistress Andrea might want me in a collar only, pushing my limits and testing my boundaries in the sex dungeon. 

How does Mistress Andrea make you dress when you're "little"? 

Mistress likes to dress me in frilly, feminine clothes that emphasize my youthful appearance. Often, she'll choose a satin dress with a fluffy skirt, paired with delicate matching panties and stockings or socks.

She also loves to put ribbons in my hair and paint my nails with bright, cheerful colours. And of course, no outfit of this kind is complete without a pair of shiny, Mary Jane heels.

Wow. One extreme to the other it would seem?

The look is designed to make me feel like a little girl, innocent and playful. And while it may seem childish to some, it brings me immense pleasure to know that I am pleasing Mommy with my appearance. 

After all, part of being a good little girl is looking the part, isn't it. 

I'll take your word for it. 

And I understand that if you two go out in public, even to the grocery store, she still has you dressed like a little girl? Probably less Lolita/Kawaii than the above, but still embarrassing?

*laughs Well, it depends on where we're going, really. If we're just running errands or going to the grocer, Mommy might dress me in something a bit more subtle - perhaps a sundress and chunky sandals, or a pair of tiny overalls and a tank top. 

But make no mistake, even these outfits are designed to make me look and feel "little". And yes, there is definitely an element of humiliation involved. Knowing that people might be looking at me and wondering why a grown woman is dressed like a little girl. It can be quite thrilling actually.

Such a contrast to your flight attendant, professional and stunning uniforms of control and authority, huh? 

Absolutely, my darling. My role as a flight attendant requires me to project an air of confidence and authority, which is a stark contrast to my submissive nature when I'm with Andrea.

Wearing my crisp, tailored uniform and serving passengers with grace and poise is almost like playing a character - one that bears little resemblance to the kinky, submissively slut that exists beneath the surface.  

It's a fascinating dichotomy, and one that I find endlessly intriguing. 

You mentioned slave-maid? Like domestic chores and such? 

Yes indeed. Domestic service is definitely part of our dynamic. I take great pride in keeping our home immaculate and catering to Andrea's every need. 

Whether I'm cooking her dinner, doing her laundry or simply tidying up after her, I derive immense satisfaction from knowing that I'm contributing to our household and making Andrea's life easier. 

And of course, there are times when she likes to spice things up by adding a BDSM twist to my chores. for example, she might require me to clean the floors on my hands and knees while wearing a collar and leash. Or she will instruct me to serve dinner naked, save for an apron and high heels, or something equally as skimpy. I've even had to vacuum the house with a butt plug in my ass!

Do you have any idea how sexy and adorable you are? 

*blushes Don't be silly, young man. 

What is your favourite of all your submissive "looks"? 

Oh wow. It's difficult to pick just one. I would have to say dressing up like a schoolgirl, complete with a plaid skirt, white blouse and knee high socks. Sometimes I even wear my hair in pigtails.

It's a look that never fails to bring out Andrea's inner teacher, and let's just say she's not afraid to give me a good, hard spanking when I misbehave.

How does Andrea dress when it's a "school day" for you, Summer? 

Oh, poule boss! How do you say en Anglais?....ummm, Boss Bitch, is that correct? Poule boss literally means boss hen *giggles. If she reads this I'm in so much trouble! Maybe edit this one out for me and for the sake of my bare bum, please? 

Sure thing, Summer. 

Merci. 

( *under my breath: ya, whatever) 

Mistress wears what I like to call "the hairbrush outfit". It's a stomach-sinking, colour draining from my face realization that I'll soon be over her knee and the ebony hairbrush will be held in her lap. It's dreadful to see her dressed like this when it's just her and I home. It's the outfit she typically wears for her male and female spanking clients, if they haven't requested something more roleplayed.  

Yep...that's certainly intimidating. 

It makes me love her even more, when she cares enough to be strict with me and not let me off the hook. 

You two fell in love in New Orleans, didn't you? This story is called btw: The Big Easy

I think it was long before that, but oui, New Orleans was definitely an emotional weekend. We had just finished an intense BDSM scene in the hotel room, and both of our bodies were still thrumming with pleasure and adrenaline. 

As we lay there, in each others arms, Andrea started to cry. She said she didn't know how to say goodbye to me anymore, that every time we parted ways, it felt like a piece of her was being ripped away. 

I held her close and whispered in her ear that we would always find our way back to each other, no matter what. 

Later that night we had been walking along the banks of the Mississippi River, the moonlight reflecting off the water and creating a magical atmosphere. Andrea has been unusually quiet throughout the evening, lost in her thoughts. 

Finally, she stopped walking and turned to face me. Her eyes were filled with emotion, and as she spoke, a single tear rolled down her cheek. "Summer," she said, "I love you." 

May I get you a tissue, Summer? 

Merci, thank you. 

I think we should wrap it there, Summer, that was beautiful and informative. On behalf of your fans we all love you. We wish you and Mistress Andrea the very best in your wild dynamics and your marriage. 

Thank you for allowing me to share my experiences with you and your readers. I hope that our discussion has provided some insight into the world of BDSM and the dynamic that Andrea and I share. We will continue to explore the depths of our kinky desires, pushing boundaries and discovering new ways to satisfy each other. We are grateful for your well wishes. 

Au revior, until we meet again. 🎀

Continued in: Tara Gregory: Early days

 

Uniformity

Continued from: Is it Gay?

There had been quite a bit going on, leading up to the holidays, through the holidays, then Summer and I vacationing in France for a stint. In our absence, Cassandra let her wild-side shine through and had gone rogue. She was building a stable of sissy-slaves and doing God-knows-what to some other male clients of hers. I was feeling like I needed to right the vessel, restore some order and get back to the basics of what we do best at The Facility. 

"Good morning Mister! You're here for your spanking?" 

Could you imagine!!? The gut-twisting butterflies of being looked up and down by these women?

Some silly male, standing there fully naked in front of these four, covering his junk with his palms. His head would be lowered, occasionally glancing at their boots while feeling his face burn with embarrassment. The head-girl in all black, makes him choose which disciplinarian it will be for this session, herself included of course. They are equally strict, their scolding can reduce you to tears and each of them know exactly what you need.  

Uniformity. That's what I needed to restore at The Facility. Everything else would fall into place once order was regained through our high and tight conduct, professionalism, pride in one's appearance and attention to detail. No matter what language you speak, the appearance of uniformity is interpreted as authority. Once you walk through the doors of my Facility, you better believe that authority will be generously available.  

Summer was always at-the-ready to help with the clients. She brought along her bestie, Vanessa, or Goddess Vanessa as I like to call to her (major girl-crush of mine!). Cassandra...well...she needed a little more convincing to "get in line". 

Nothing that I couldn't handle though. She was definitely due, overdue even. A little too big for her britches as of late. 

I donned my very best, vintage "Mommy" look, dressed Cassandra like a little girl, and roasted her backside until she was sobbing uncontrollably. 

Tears, snot, mascara runs, and frantically trying to rub away the effects of my ebony hairbrush. Problem solved. Cassie was brought back under a bit more control. She told me a few days afterwards it was much needed.

With our new-found uniformity, working as a team and looking like a team, the girls and I got The Facility back on-track. Jan-March is a busy time of year for a Professional Disciplinarian. It's like my "tax season". Haha. Business was boomin'. 

Think about all the New Years resolutions, dry-Febs, new gym memberships and trendy diets. Many of my clients want my unique form of "extra motivation", to stick to their goals. Before long my Facility was once again buzzing with business. The sounds of straps and paddles meeting bare flesh could be heard behind the closed doors. Female voices cracking and crying out, "I'm sorry, Ma'am," and the bass of male voices bawling out "Mommy, nooooo!"

Domestic scenes, writing lines on a chalkboards, mouth soaping, office scenes, we did it all. 

Noses were once again in corners, right where they belong!

We were once again doing the world a service, for those strong enough to admit and seek-out what they know they need. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: 50 Shades of Red

 

  

 

Shell Game

Continued from: Happy Locktober

I had a fun and devious idea for Russell, as he navigates the challenges of the month of Locktober. My idea was to simply make it more challenging. Ha! 

Instead of follow the pea, it was going to be...follow the key!

It wasn't until October 4th, yesterday, that I could get Cassandra over to the Facility, Summer home from work and to get Russell freed-up so he could report to my office. I think he was a little shocked when he saw all three of us waiting for him. 

His eyes lowered in our presence, looking at our feet and heels first. This is what Russell was conditioned to do in the presence of female dominance, so it took him a few moments before he noticed the keys. 

The internal brass locks of modern chastity devices have very distinctive keys. 

To the enlightened, those fortunate enough to play in the BDSM world, the key is unmistakably telling, when observed on a woman's necklace or anklet.  

Russ, now in the presence of three beautiful women and feeling very vulnerable, just noticed that each of us were wearing a chastity key. 

Without hesitation, I explained to him how his Locktober experience would unfold. 

"Russell honey..."

"One of us, is wearing the actual key to your chastity cage. Which means only one of us has the ability to unlock you at the end of the month." 

"Oh...ummm, yes Mistress Andrea."

"And as you are well aware young man, the 31st of October doesn't mean you instantly earn your release. Rather, the end of the month is a time to assess and reflect on your behaviour during the month and your devotion and service to your keyholder, correct? 

"Yes, Mistress Andrea." 

"But since you don't know which one of us is your actual keyholder, you should likely be on your best behaviour around all of us? 

Russell finally got it now. It took a minute for this predicament to sink in, before he truly absorbed his peril. He groaned out loud, as I began to escalated his torment.

"If Miss Summer needs her toes sucked on after a long day at work, your reply to her will be...?"

"Yes, Miss Summer." Russell replied to me while looking at her. 

"If Miss Cassandra tells you to strip bare and get across her knee, you will say...?"

"Yes, Miss Cassandra, right away, Ma'am." 

That one really had Russell blushing and humiliated. Cassie is like 20 years younger than him!  

"Good boy." I praised. 

"Now, I think Summer needed your help lifting something. Would you mind, young man?" 

"Of course, Mistress." 

This part was all scripted, I was holding back a giggle fit. Summer had since left my office to go change into her "yoga wear"...if you wanna call it that. Here's the actual Summer below: 

And she was waiting for Russell outside by the lawn.

"I thought you wanted me to lift something, Miss Summer?" Russell said to her in a puzzled but desperate manner. 

"I do," she replied in her most innocent tone, "my legs...help lift my legs. It's a yoga pose, silly." 

Haha! That's my little minion! Her arse and legs in those pants are just breathtaking. 

Poor Russell! 

The tip of his chastity cage in his pants was literally resting on Summer's sit-spots. 

That's it, my girl, spread those legs for Russell! He's probably just horrified with frustration right now, and it's only day 4!

😈

Things didn't get much better for him when the yoga was over and he came back inside. I had changed clothing too!

"Ooopsie. I dropped a pencil." 

Hehe. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Three Bears