Update your Resume

Continued from: Non-derogation Clause

Summer and I returned home after our little masquerade as civil lawyers, for the sake of Sarah Jane's blossoming female-led-relationship, both content that she and Russell will have plenty to keep themselves busy for the foreseeable future. 

As I stepped into the familiar surroundings of my Facility, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. The scent of leather and the faint echoes of past sessions hung heavy in the air, a warming reminder of the countless hours I had spent within these walls, dominating and correcting adult men and women from all walks of life. 

With Cassandra and Carley somewhere in Europe, and Summer still working as a flight attendant, the responsibility of managing the Facility and its clients, fell squarely on my shoulders once again. A bittersweet smile played on my lips as I looked at the picture Cassie had sent me from Budapest - her dark features underscored by the city's iconic architecture, her eyes sparkling with the joy of newfound love. 

Her absence left a void not only in my heart, but in the daily operations of the Facility. It was more than just a fetish studio; it was a sanctuary, a haven for folks to escape, where they could safely and consensually explore the farthest reaches of their desires. Cassandra, once just my receptionist booking appointments, later rose to the rank of a Goddess Dominatrix, and was instrumental in creating these experiences for my clients. I needed to fill this void once again. 

Two weeks ago the girls were in Prague, embarking upon their extended honeymoon. They treated me to a rather...ahem...spicy little selfie from their hotel room, where I noticed Carley appears to have been collared by my little Cassandra.

Maybe lay off the weed a little bit, you two. You look stoned...

Prague, with its Gothic architecture and rich history, provided the perfect setting for explorations of a darker nature. Cassie would text me and regale me with tales of underground clubs, where the air was thick with the scent of leather and latex, where the crack of whips and muffled cries formed a symphony of sensual delights. 

Cassie's descriptions of Europe's kink scene were nothing short of breathtaking - elaborate bondage apparatus that push the boundaries of human endurance, public displays of submission that blur the lines between art and BDSM. Through it all, one thing became abundantly clear: Cassandra had found her element. Her dark enthusiasm was oozing through her messages to me. 

She spoke of these European city's embracing the heavier aspects of BDSM with a fervor that was both inspiring and slightly concerning. The extreme punishments, the elaborate tortures scenarios - these were elements that had always existed on the fringes of my Facility, but hearing Cassie's firsthand accounts brought them into sharp focus. I just hope she is being safe about it all. The last text exchange I had with her, she and Carley were in Belgium.

From their hotel room, they sent me a selfie with some ridiculous dude in the background. He was bound and ring-gagged, his mouth forced open in an obscene manner, gaped and ready to accept god knows what. It appeared to me that he was a sissy already, or the girls got their hands on him and forcibly feminized him. 

Either way, I hope this fellow knows what he's getting into. 

I responded to her selfie with a "LOL"...followed by a, "who the eff is that?!" 

The petulant Cassandra ended up just snapping another photo and sending it to me with the caption, "say hello to Alice," with two eggplant emojis behind it. 🍆🍆

Young people who communicate via symbols, does that mean they're both going to fuck this guy, the eggplants? 

Kids these days, with their emojis! I dunno. Either way, Alice...whoever you are...I hope you know what you've just signed-on for! 

I just shook my head and set my phone aside, re-contemplating the need for a new receptionist / assistant. My thoughts inevitably drifted to Mandy, the delectable soccer mom who had recently begun frequenting the Facility. She was one of those clients I really looked forward to seeing, her deep submissiveness and eagerness to please was a perfect cocktail for the role Cassandra once held in her earlier days. 

I've seen Mandy in her nursing scrubs...cute. 

But the mental image of her clad in form-fitting professional attire, sent a shiver of delight through my body. Her curvaceous figure, accentuated by tailored dress pants and pencil skirts, would undoubtedly prove irresistible to the chastity boys, as she "checks them in" to the Facility. 

The thought of her juicy bum, encased in grey tweed...delicious!

I could already envision the effect she would have on our clients, their eyes drawn helplessly to her swaying hips as she moved about the lobby, her every gesture imbued with an unconscious sensuality. 

But beyond her physical allure, Mandy possessed qualities that made her uniquely suited to the role. Her nursing background spoke to a compassionate nature, a genuine desire to care for others that would translate beautifully into the world of adult spanking. Additionally, her own journey into submission has given her a deep understanding of the dynamics at play within her role. 

As I weighed the possibilities, I found myself growing increasingly excited about the prospect of brining Mandy on board, even though she now has a unique relationship with Sarah Jane. Though neither woman identified as lesbian, the bond they shared through their own submission was intense, a friendship and lust for each other that defied conventional labels. 

I don't think Sarah has chosen to collar Mandy as her official sex slave, yet; she has her hands full with Russell for now. Plus, that may complicate things if I decide to offer Mandy the job at the Facility. I had better get my hands on Mandy before Sarah does. Sorry, darling. 

I had witnessed the electricity that crackled between these two during their recent sessions, the way Mandy's body responded to Sarah's touch as if it was a finely tuned instrument. I know that Sarah intends on including Mandy in her sessions with Russell, forcing him to watch and twitch in his cock cage as she fucks her right in front of him. Awesome move, girl! 

Maybe the blossoming chemistry between Sarah and Mandy is a direct result that they haven't bound themselves to formal titles or collaring ceremonies. Their bond seems more pure and innocent, rather than the rigid roles that BDSM can often create. 

Brining Mandy on board would not only benefit the Facility but would also provide her with a new avenue for growth and discovery. Under my guidance and mentorship, who knows, maybe she'd become a Dominatrix one day? I do have a knack for empowering women and letting them see the beauty of the Goddess that remains hidden beneath. The work of art was always there, like a sculptor, I just smoothed out the rough edges. 

Mandy the Dominatrix, can you imagine that? Apparently her bum already "won the internet", as a fan once remarked. Could you imagine kneeling before this? 

Phew...my face just went flushed. 

Well...I think I've talked myself into this one, an easy decision. It's time to tell sweet Mandy to update her resume!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

 

Continued in: The Librarian

 

 

   

   

Secretary Fantasy

Continued from: Mad Men

I was going to give this post more of a clever name...but nope. It's a Secretary fantasy, plain and simple.

I did however, learn a new term while I was thumbing around for images for this post. Someone was referring to their page as the "DiD Domain", with lovely pictures of corporately dressed women in extensive rope bondage, tape gags and handkerchief gags; always hosiery, always heels. Then, despite my black hair, I had a blonde moment for a quick second as I thought, "wtf does DiD stand for...?" 

Lightbulb...Damsel in Distress!

I saw a meme once that said: "blame Sunday morning cartoons for my current kinks" .

Fair point...

Check out the below shot. The camera seems to have captured and somehow emphasized the ring-finger of the woman in this image. If this is like a marriage or engagement announcement by this couple, that's pretty friggen cute and creative! 

Speaking of other damsels in distress, let us get back to Bella shall we? I had her dress into something more sexualized that entailed slutty "office" boots. The image below is how the scene ended for my bound and gagged damsel. I'll narrate the juicy details leading up to this. 

As Bella knelt before me, her normally composed demeanour was now fractured by the desperation of her roleplay "script". She clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture. 

"Please, Sir...don't fire me. I'll do anything. Anything at all."

The quaver in her voice was almost palpable, her body language screaming surrender. I leaned in to explain our next steps and after a deliberate pause, I spoke, my tone strict and unforgiving. 

"Very well, Mrs. Goth. You may keep your job - but there will be conditions." Her face lit with hope, only to flush crimson red as I continued. "You will receive a corrective spanking, on the bare, followed by a more...intimate demonstration of your appreciation."

With a reluctant nod, she sealed her fate, acknowledging the terms of our little arrangement... 

As Bella rose from her supplicant position, her trembling legs barely supporting her weight, I issued the inevitable command. "Remove your pants and panties, Mrs. Goth, lets get this over with." 

As I led Bella to the sleek, polished expanse of the boardroom table, her slutty heeled boots clicking against the floor in rhythmic obedience, I couldn't help but admire the vision before me. Her gorgeous figure, attired in such provocative clothing, seemed tailor-made for the debauched scenario unfolding. 

Her slender fingers fumbled at the zipper, hesitant yet resigned, as she shed the confining fabric of her dignity. It was a sight both poignant and surreal - a grown woman stripped of her defenses, about to submit to a punishment more suited to a naughty schoolgirl than a capable, executive secretary. 

I ran my hand over the smooth curves of her bum, usually hidden beneath layers of professionalism, lay bare and vulnerable, framed perfectly but her suspender straps. 

Bella's palms came to rest on the boardroom table, steeling herself for the impending correction. Without being prompted, she bent forward, presenting her bare bottom and blooming princess parts, as she arched her lower back. 

She turned and looked to the corporate office windows, shuddering at the thought of someone witnessing this from the street below. My hand rose, paused, and descended with a resounding crack onto her bare bum. 

Well spanked and contrite, Bella knelt before me as I settled into one of the office chairs. Her trembling hands reached up to grasp the button tab of my pants. From the fly, my substantial strap-on cock sprang forth, hidden beneath my pin-stripes this whole time. 

The velvety grip of her fingers encircled the base, stabilizing the monstrous shaft as she prepared to take me into her throat. 

The sweet and degrading sounds of Bella's sloppy blowjob, echoed through the room. Strings of saliva connecting her lips to the cockhead, was evidence enough that my strap-on was lubricated enough for her slutty pussy. 

Her legs, still clad in stockings and boots, formed a shameless 'V', as I laid her prone on the board table. Her exposed pussy glistened with arousal and trembled in anticipation for the impending invasion. The very same cock that had so recently brutalized her mouth, now menaced her delicate opening. 

In a fluid motion, I flipped Bella onto her tummy and bent her forward. A crisp, authoritative smack landed on her already-spanked backside, reminding her to arch her back like a whore. 

I grasped a handful of Bella's hair, forcing her to look out the window while she was being fucked. Simultaneously, my free hand slapped her bare ass, ensuring that her climax would be entwined with the shame and debasement she felt. 

And then, it happened - a pitiful, helpless cry escaped Bella's lips as her body betrayed her, yielding to the overwhelming sensations of orgasm. I released her hair, allowing her to collapse to the table as she began to giggle in disbelief at just how shattering her orgasm was.

The scene was over. We shared a joyful, tender giggle and a passionate kiss, as we basked in the afterglow of our unique dynamic. 

Hold on a second!

How can Bella be my Secretary? Her daughter, Cassandra, is my actual admin assistant and receptionist...

Hmm...

Maybe I should just get the pair of them together, and back into my boardroom? A little Mommy / Daughter session...what do you think? 

Or maybe a Mommy / Daughter school spanking? The sky is the limit. Let me know what I should do.

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Difficult Choices

 

 

Mad Men

Continued from: Pent-Up

During these early months of warm weather I had certainly been seeing enough of Cassandra, throughout that whole court scene we did. This ultimately culminated in my sweet Cassandra developing big feelings for her newfound girl-crush, Carley. It was adorable to watch. She had the look of her mother in those moments of deep emotion. 

Which reminded me...I actually miss Bella. I haven't seen her in awhile for any form of play, despite her practically begging me over text for a session. With Cassandra now gone on a hot date with not only Carley but Carley's boyfriend too *shakes my head*. Summer was at work for a few days on flights, it seemed like the best time than any to reconnect with my original slave girl, the stunning and elegant Bella Goth. 

But...whatever shall we do? What scene should I construct for her. I have so many options with this beauty. The innocence and vulnerability of knee-socks and a short plaid skirt, as she is made to write "I'm sorry for being a naughty girl", over and over on the chalkboard in my classroom? 

Which would no doubt lead to a trip to the female Principal's office where special equipment is available for her correction. Look how vulnerable and beautiful this set-up is: 

I have a table just like this, with bondage options and a bolster for her naked hips. She's probably quite overdue for a good thrashing on that bare bum of hers. 

Maybe...just maybe we'll end up here. Perhaps the objectification of serving me as a maid would be better for today? She could mince around the house in her heels, feather-dusting and scrubbing on her hands and knees while I leer up her dress and whistle in her direction. 

Pony play seems like too much work for today. I could do deep age regression and dress her up like a precious little girl, she hates those outfits! Hates them, that is, until I draw attention to how wet her pussy gets, after dressing her up like a little doll. 

Ahhh. I've got it! Something she and I haven't played in awhile. I reached for my phone to message: 

What a sweetheart! 

You're about to witness Bella's "Mad Men" fantasy. She will actually flip-flop and start calling me "Sir", when she arrives. We've done this scene before, and with little to no instruction, she'll arrive here dressed perfectly and ready to go. Sexualized but timid, meek and demure, ultra-feminine and a bit of an office tart with the right encouragement. 

I'm playing the role of her misogynistic, dickhead of a boss from another era. A time when it was completely normal to slap your Secretary's ass and call her 'toots'. A time where if she wasn't at a typewriter, she'd be out buying the boss a bottle of scotch, as he burnt through the first one during another liquid lunch with "important clients". 

How do I look? Jacket or no jacket? 

No jacket I think... 

Sure as God's got sandals, my shy and timid Secretary clicked into my boardroom about an hour after I text her. I cleared my throat and braced myself for my very best of chauvinism and toxic masculinity.

"Ahh, Miss Goth, please enter..." I spoke as I began our scene. 

"Good morning, Sir", she meekly responded with her eyes down, "I picked up your dry cleaning on the way in to work." Bella ventured out into perfect character. 

In some of these roleplays, especially this one, it's difficult not to break character and burst out laughing, as I was being such a douche-bag...

"Thanks, Sweet Cheeks." I replied, while putting my feet up on the board table like an a-hole. 

"You know, the senior partners and I were talkin'...that big promotion might be in your future, if you start dressing a little sexier around here..." I said with a chuckle. 

Omg I can't even! lol

My, my ladies, we've come a long way. I apologize in advance for this one, it's just a fantasy scene! 

My dickish comment made Bella blush, but she didn't miss a beat with her role. She let out a ditzy giggle and flipped her hair to the side. "Yes Sir, I'll try harder, Sir." 

I seem to remember an old story on this blog where this young lady named Julie, was blowin' the boss to try to earn that big promotion. She ended up getting a spanking from the boss instead...

Perhaps Bella will end up down that same path today? 

She's a good sport, isn't she?! 

Stay tuned for the conclusion of this one. 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo 

Continued in: Secretary Fantasy

 

 

Pretty Please

Continued from: A Punishment Spanking

In the days following Russell's punishment spanking, I was little more micro-managerial as it related to the office. I would make frequent visits and ask the girls what they had been tasked with. 

It seems I walked-in on "break-time", during one of the said tasks. 

"You didn't want to do the honours yourself Russell?" I teased, while looking down at his mid-section. 

He blushed and whispered back to me, "no Ma'am." 

Clearly his bare bum was still in no shape to be visibly exposed to his two subordinates. You're going to be feeling this for a week is what I was going for during his punishment the other day. I think I achieved my goal. 

"Well, lets take a seat for a moment, Russ. Don't you just love that she's forced to watch her own boobs in the mirror, flopping and dangling about?" I said, as we both sat and watched on.

"Bella huni, if she looks away from the mirror again, slap her." I instructed.  

We watched for a little while longer. 

"Just make sure it's not an all day break, ladies," I sternly counselled. 

"Yes Ma'am," they both replied. 

"Russ, the girls are almost home from the airport. Lets go help them with their luggage." I said. 

He whispered out a little, "yes Ma'am" to me. Hoping his Secretaries wouldn't hear. He must have thought they did hear him, because he felt the need to reassert his dominance as we walked out of the office. Silly man!

"Five more minutes ladies." He called out. "Then you can kneel and clean off that cock, Sarah Jane. After that, it's back to your desks, ok?" 

"Yes Sir," they both moaned out loud. 

Russell and I left them to their business. I was excited to see Summer and secretly excited to see Goddess Vanessa as I now call her. I wonder if she has any new tales about cuckolding her sissy husband?!

Russell helped the two of them with their carry-ons and after kissing Summer passionately, I went to greet the supreme Goddess who is my newest girl crush. 

"Hello Goddess Vanessa," I purred to her, as I embraced her into my arms. 

She giggled and blushed. "Ohhh Mistress, you're too much!" 

Meanwhile, I watched Summer do her best "Daddy's little girl" move, slithering herself onto Russell's lap. She must want something. Ha. 

I heard her crying out "pretty pleasssssse" to him in a baby voice, yet I didn't catch what she had actually asked him. She was bouncing up and down on his lap at this point.

With the added weight of Summer on his lap, I noticed Russell wince a little, adjusting his tender buttocks against the hard chair. 

"You better ask Mistress," I heard him say to Summer. 

Instantly, I get a "Mommmieeeee?" From her. 

*Sigh*...

"Yes sweetheart?" 

"Can Russell come shoot some content with us? We need a pilot for a new idea.” She mewed out. 

"Feet only?" I asked her. 

She looked over at Vanessa. 

"Maybe some bum too." Vanessa said. 

I nodded my head in a gesture toward Russ, then looked at Summer while raising an eyebrow and said, "soumis?" 

"Oui Maîtresse." Summer replied. 

Haha! Summer taught me some French. I can talk about Russell right in front of him now 😈!

Preserving the essence of their long flight in hosiery and heels, the girls clicked off down the hall to their special space to grab some film equipment and sealed baggies to eventually package up their tights. 

I took Russell up to my bedroom to brief him on what was about to go down. 

"Russell, I don't image you wish to end up over my knee again, do you?" I spoke firmly. 

"No Ma'am," he replied as he lowered his gaze. 

"The girls want to dress you like a pilot and create some content relating to their feet and high heels. I expect you to do whatever they say, is that understood?" 

"Yes Ma'am," he peeped out. 

"You used to worship my feet for hours back in the day, remember? This should be a breeze for you." I reassured him. 

We got Russell into the pilot outfit while the girls were setting up the video equipment in my room. 

There was a nice fire in the background, making their stilettos glow. This was of course complimented by a silly man on his hands and knees, where he belongs, in the presence of such elegance and beauty. 

Lets hope Sarah Jane doesn't walk in on this, and see her "Daddy" in such a compromised position. 

"He's all yours girls. Don't bother being gentle." I purred to them. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: French Cut