The Pianist

Continued from: Alice: Down the Rabbit Hole

[F/f] [female supremacy] [classic rock] [hosiery] [socks]

Summer had been away for a few days, working on a series of transatlantic flights with a completely new crew. While I missed her terribly, I also knew that these trips were an important part of her career, and I supported her wholeheartedly. 

Still, I couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy whenever she mentioned her fellow flight attendants, especially the attractive ones. 

On this particular trip, Summer had apparently hit it off with a lovely Jordanian woman who used to fly for Emirates. According to Summer's text messages, this woman is "like us" - a euphemism we often used to describe someone who might be into kink or BDSM. 

Naturally, this revelation set off alarm bells in my head. While I trusted Summer implicitly, I also knew how charmingly naughty she can be, especially when it comes to seducing unsuspecting women. The thought of her flirting with some exotic beauty halfway across the world made my blood boil with possessiveness and concern. 

I wasted no time in scolding Summer via text, sending a series of motioning palm emojis, combined with a ripe peach emoji. I think I even sent her this one: 

"Behave yourself, Summer Addison!" I warned sternly, hoping that she could feel my tone on her bare backside. 

To her credit, Summer responded promptly and adorably, sending me a seductive selfie from her layover hotel room. She quickly changed the subject by hinting that she had a surprise waiting for me upon her return. 

Intrigued and curious, I pressed her for details, but she remained tight-lipped, insisting that I would have to wait and see. (Ohhh, she's getting a spanking when she gets home!) This only fueled my imagination, as I spent the next few days speculating wildly about what sort of treat Summer might have in store for me. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Summer arrived home, looking radiant and refreshed despite her jet lag. She greeted me with a warm embrace and a lingering kiss, her body melting into mine as if we hadn't seen each other in years. 

Summer smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I brought back a little something for you, love..."

Before I could respond, Summer took my hand and led me toward our music lounge, my heart raced with anticipation. I could sense something special awaited me, but I had no idea what it could be. With a playful giggle, Summer placed her hands over my eyes, guiding me forward with gentle steps. 

"Okay, keep your eyes closed," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. "I have a surprise for you but you have to promise not to peek." 

I nodded eagerly, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. "I promise," I murmured, my voice barely audible. 

Summer guided me a few more steps before coming to a halt. "Alight, open your eyes!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. 

As I blinked my eyes open, it took a moment for my vision to adjust to the light. But then, as if in a dream, I saw her - Gamazda! Seated at the white grand piano, her fingers poised elegantly over the keys. My jaw dropped open in shock, and my trembling hands flew up to cover my mouth, stifling the gasp that escaped my lips. 

If you remember back, dear readers, this little red sparrow appeared in the blog before. A story called Major Renovations: Vanilla Space. This is what I wrote about her in that post: 

I felt like that internet girl who goes by Gazmada. She's popular on YouTube for playing heavy metal covers on the piano, which she absolutely crushes, all while scantily or very cutely dressed. Heels, pantyhose, socks and knee socks. She'd fit right in with the culture of our Facility. 

What a little biscuit she is, huh?

Have a look at her lighting up some November Rain, and looking like a boss-bitch while doing so: 

We tend to feature, celebrate and genuinely root-for remarkably amazing women on this blog. Alexandra Kunznetsova is one of them. Big fan of hers. And she's in my friggen piano lounge right now! 

I can't even...

She was even more adorable in person, her pinky-blonde hair falling in soft waves around her face, her eyes sparkling with intelligence and warmth. She was dressed in her signature denim skirt with nude pantyhose that hugged her slender legs, paired with adorable white and pink runners that added a playful touch to her ensemble. 

Hosiery and runners! Summer is the only other person I know who does this. Must be a European thing. 

As I stood there, frozen in awe, Summer began to explain how the miraculous encounter had come to be. 

"I met Alexandra on my last flight from Russia," she said, her voice filled with pride and enthusiasm. “We got to talking, and it turned out she's a huge fan of your blog, Andrea." 

I could hardly believe my ears. One of my piano idols, someone whose talent is second to none, knew who I was?! It seemed too good to be true. I can't begin to explain how many times I wished I could play the way she does. 

And a fan...of my blog...How could this be? 

My mind raced with possibilities, trying to piece together the puzzle of her interest in kink and BDSM. 

(She's covering Don't Speak by No Doubt in this one: Don't Speak)

It occurred to me that there were clues scattered throughout her public persona, hints of a darker, more femdom side, lurking beneath her polished exterior. 

I thought back to some of her earliest online videos, where she had gained notoriety for her jaw-dropping renditions of hardcore rock classics. 

(She's covering November Rain by Guns n' Roses here: November Rain)

Watching her attack the keys with such ferocity and precision, it was clear that Alexandra possessed a wild, untamed spirit that belied her classical training. It was like she had 15 fingers! There was something undeniably edgy and alternative about her approach to music, a rebellious streak that set her apart. 

(This one is Don't Cry, another from Guns n' Roses: Don't Cry)

Pantyhose AND socks? A noticeable proclivity towards hosiery and high heels in other videos too. Her petite frame and youthful features cut a strikingly alluring figure, one that would be catnip to anyone with a foot fetish. 

She went full schoolgirl in this one, while playing a Pink Floyd classic: Another Brick in the Wall

As I considered all of these factors, a realization began to hit me as to why she might be a fan of my work and what we do here, at the Facility. 

Is that a lace top? Are those stockings? Atta girl! 

(Here, she's right into some Don't Stop Believing by Journey: Don't Stop Believing)

Plaid skirt...pencil skirt actually! Maybe she would fit in around here...? 

While it is certainly tempting to project my own fantasies onto her, imagining her as a willing submissive or a powerful dominatrix, that's not why I made this post, the intention was not to objectify her in that way. 

The truth is, I could listen to her play for hours and I'm a huge fan. I would love to see her climb to one million YouTube subscribers, so go find her and subscribe. The poor thing is hanging at 947,000. 

There's certainly enough dumb shit on YouTube that has over a million subscribers, but this woman, has a real gift and she's sharing it with the world. 

With that, I dismissed the notion of corrupting this little red sparrow. And with the lovely backdrop of Alexandra playing for us, I turned to Summer, a small grin tugging at the edges of my lips. 

"So..." I leaned in close for a whisper, my serious face boring into Summer's eyes. "Tell me about this Jordanian woman."

Mistress Andrea

xo

Continued in: Innovation Lab

Feet Lovers

Continued from: Helping a Friend

[Flight Attendant] [feet] [foot fetish] [hosiery] [high heels] [F/m]

A.I prompt: Can you make me an image of a play on words. A Domino's pizza box that says "feet lovers" instead of meat lovers?

This was about the 30th attempt at this image above, and it's actually kinda cute. I can live with this one. 

This one was a bit concerning, with the knife, and not A.I. generated. This one came from the interwebs. Sorta cute also. 

You know what else is cute? My wife, Summer! 

Now get inside and warm those buns up before I'm forced to help you warm them up!

"Oui, Mummy." 

After a few years and over 300 short stories, I have realized that Summer herself, has never written one. She was interviewed once, by some wiener from the internet but she has not once, authored a story on here. Probably because her English is not 100%, she has a noticeable, one could say thick, French accent. Also very cute! 

Go have a look at her interview: Someone's Gonna Get It

So, dear readers, try to follow along as best you can, with her Frenchness sprinkled into this one. Take it away Summer, after you get off eBay and put your phone down. 

"Oui Mademoiselle." 

I remember zee moment I first realize zee power of my feet, so vividly. I was une jeune fille, fresh out of flight attendant training, et eager to explore zee vast world. One of my first long-haul flights, I found myzelf noticing some of zee male passengers...zey would be starring at my feet. My feet zat were encased in sheer black stockings and perched atop zee high stilettos. 

Zee hours spent walking up and down zee aisle, attending to pazzengers' needs, had left my feet aching and swollen. But as I admired zem, I could see what zaa silly men were seeing, 'ow shapely and elegant zey looked. Zee arch of my foot was perfectly defined, my toes delicately tapered, and zee skin smooth and unblemished. Look and zee for yourzelf:

It was zen zat I decided to celebrate my beautiful pieds, to adorn zem and show zem off to zee world. I began wearing dainty anklets and zee toe rings, painting my nails a deep, seductive red, and slipping into zee finest silk stockings and lace-topped hold-ups. I took all zaa pride in caring for my feet, massaging zem with luxurious French lotions and keeping zem soft and supple. 

After meeting ma cherie, Vanessa, she told me her naughti, naughti little secrets. She is a very bad girl, who needs zee spanks! Somezing we also dabbled in, cherie and I. 

After zees long flights we would kick off our heels in zaa h'otel room and snap pictures of our stocking-clad feets, zee sheer fabric clinging to our sweaty soles and toes. We posted zees images onto the internets, describing zee aches and pains of our travels, telling zee men how much we needed the massages and comforts. 

To my surprise, zee responses were overwhelming. Men from all over zaa world began messaging me, complimenting my feet and begging for more photos. Zees men were captivated by my feet, driven wild with desire by zaa sight of my sweaty stockings and exhausted arches. They offered me money, gifts, anyzing to convince me to send to them my worn nylons or shoes. 

And so, my little side business was born, I started selling my used stockings, pantyhose, and heels to zee highest biddars, carefully packaging zem to preserve my unique scent and zee evidence of my femininity. 

I developed a system with Vanessa's help, verifying the authenticity of my items, taking photos and videos of myzelf wearing zem, sealing zem in airtight bags with my signature and a personal note. 

But zee more I embraced my role as a purveyor of worn delicates (I was zelling my knickers, too) zee more I found myself drawn into zee world of kink and BDSM. Zee men who bought my items often had very specific requests, asking me about my last spankings or if I like to be tied up. I must admit, zier ideas were exciting to me. 

This is a time in her life where she can't explain it in English, but she basically didn't want her severed feet to end up in some dude's freezer. Oh look, a creepy basement!

The bad man on the internet said it was safe down there...go on, Summer. He just wants to take some pictures of your feet." 

Oh fuck! 

Safety, ladies! Safety, safety! I get the whole CNC (consensual non-consent) play, but please take care of yourselves and be smart about power dynamics play. 

Zat is when I met my beloved Mistress Andrea. She led me through zee various rooms of her Facilitee, each equipped with its own array of bondage gear, whips, and other implements of discipline. Here was a place where I could safely indulge my deepest, darkest fantazee, where I could surrender completely to zee pleasures of submission. She was tall and statuesque, with jet-black hair, piercing blue eyes, and a commanding presence zat made my knees weak. A woman who could bend me to her will, with nothink more zan a glance. 

Eventually, our relationship evolved beyond zee confines of zee fetish studio. We moved in together, sharing a grand mansion on zee outskirts of zaa city. Mistress continued to run her business, welcoming clients into our home and guiding zem tru dare own journey of submission and self-discovery. Meanwhile, I balance my duty as her devoted slave with my career as a flight attendant, jetting off to exotic destinations and returning home to kneel at her feet. 

Our love story culminated in dramatic fashion. I'm going to start crying. Our love story culminated in a hotel room in New Orleans, when Mistress hid her face from me, to hide zaa tears in her eyes. 

That storyline can be found here: I have a plane to catch

"I don't know how to say goodbye to you anymore." She zed to me. Right before she told me that she loved me. 

"Say it again..." I replied to her. Hehe, and she did! 

As I embraced my role as Mistress Andrea's devoted wife and submissive, she encouraged all of zaa feet content and grew my side-hustle into a lucrative business zat has made us beyond rich. 

Who would have thought, oui? Somezing zoe zimple as my little toes. 

Love always, 

Summer Addison Holiday 

💋

Continued in: Sports Betting

 

Christmas Cards

Continued from: Serenity

[F/fffff] [lezdom] [Mistress] [lingerie] [high heels] [stockings] [flight attendants] [feet]

We have to decide on a Christmas card to send out this year, on behalf of the Facility and all our lovely clients and fans. Will you help us choose one? 

1. 

The adorable sweetness of Summer and Sarah Jane, who left her leather and whip behind in the dungeon, as both women got into their Christmas Day dresses and Mary Janes.

"Daddy, we'll make you feel joyful and triumphant...if it's ok with Mommy?" 

Haha, how's that for a caption? 

2.

My very best and sharpest little pony slave, Bella Goth. I suppose it could be interchangeable with a reindeer? We just need to get her a red nose. 

Or better yet, a bright red ball gag! 

There's not many things in the BDSM world, as aesthetically pleasing and beautiful as a red ball between luxuriously feminine, painted lips. 

3.

We dangled a little carrot awhile ago, about two doctoral students from U of T, who may have had an unconventional way of motivating each other's schooling. Remember Skylar and Eesha? I looks like she's about to be spanked over Skylar's knee. 

Fully bare naked OTK, while the disciplinarian is fully clothed, is such an incredibly powerful tactic and vulnerable experience, regardless of the gender of the adult miscreant. 

4.

Sweet Nancy! She should be warming her buns by the fire. I guess I'll have to do it with a paddle instead. 

She wanted to sneak in a quick age regressed trip over my knee, before her grandkids showed up. Imagine her squirming in her seat at the lavish Christmas dinner she'll be hosting, her entire family around her as her spanked bottom comes to rest on the rigid wooden dining chair. 

5.

Vanessa (my girl crush who we haven't seen in awhile), and my sweet Summer! Mixing in one final holiday flight to infuse their dominant essence into their hosiery and high heels. 

That would make a good stocking-stuffer for a lucky young man, Summer's actual stockings? 

6. 

The fiery and ferocious Carley and Cassie. If you're interested in making some New Years resolutions and actually sticking to them, these two can keep you on track with one of their custom punishment programs! Eeek. 

Remember to discuss your safeword ahead of time, if you happen to visit the Facility U.K. in the new year. 

7.

Last but not least...moi? I am looking forward to a very exciting 2025, with my unconventional family and the wonderful power dynamics that only BDSM can provide. 

8.

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10.

Oooo, next year I should do an advent calendar, what do you think? Twenty-four days of pictures of the girls and I. 

Happy Holidays everyone. Again, wishing you all a safe, sane and consensual end of the year and new year. 

Thank you for being a fan of my work. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

Continued in: Save the Last Dance

"Come on, let's Colour"

Continued from: The Facility U.K.

[MF/ff] [F/f] [f/f] [littles] [BDSM] [DDLG] [MDLG] [spanking] [bisexual] 

A Sarah Jane story

As the knock sounded at our front door, I looked up from my colouring book, my eyes wide with curiosity. "Daddy, someone's at the door!" I exclaimed, my voice high and childlike. "I'm too little to answer it by myself. Can you get it, pweeease?" I asked, gazing up at Russell with a pleading expression. 

He smiled indulgently and rose from his armchair, setting aside his book. "Of course, sweetheart," he replied, kissing my forehead affectionately as he passed by. I watched him go, admiring the way his muscles rippled beneath his shirt and the confident swagger of his gait. 

As Daddy opened the door, I heard a familiar voice, and my heart leapt with joy. "Summer!" I squealed, jumping up from the floor and rushing to the entryway. There, standing on our doorstep, was our dear friends Mistress Andrea and Summer. 

Summer, dressed in the cutest pink overall skirt, white nylons and sporting adorable pigtails, was shocked to see me in knee socks and plaid once again. Without hesitation, I threw myself into her arms, giggling with delight as we embraced. 

"Sarah Jane, tus es a nouveau soumise?" she chuckled as she spoke. I looked to Mistress for a translation, who had her eyebrow raised at Daddy. 

"You two switched again, didn't you?" Mistress Andrea asked, with an undertone of judgement in her voice. 

Summer and I jumped up and down on the spot, as I saw Mistress smirk and shake her head. "Oh my goodness, look at you two!" Her eyes twinkling with amusement as she took in the sight of two adult women, dressed the way we were. "You're just too precious for words." 

Glancing up at Daddy, I saw a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, his eyes softening as he watched us. "Why don't you girls go play while "Daddy" and I catch up?" Mistress suggested, her tone warm and encouraging. 

"That sounds like fun, Ma'am," I agreed eagerly, grabbing Summer's hand and tugging her towards the living room. "Come on, let's colour!" As we settled onto the floor, surrounded by crayons and colouring books, I could hear the low murmur of adult conversation drifting in from the kitchen.

I knew that Daddy and Mistress Andrea were discussing the intricacies of our dynamic flip, the complex dance of power and submission that defined our relationship. 

But in that moment, I was content to lose myself in the simple joys of being a little again, to revel in the companionship of my dear friend and the comforting presence of my beloved Daddy. As Summer and I chatted and laughed, our hands moving in tandem as we filled the pages with vibrant hues, I felt a profound sense of peace wash over me. This was where I belonged, nestled in the warmth of our home, surrounded by the people I loved most in the world. 

As Summer and I sat cross-legged on the living room floor, our heads bent over our colouring books, I couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship with my fellow age-regressed submissive. We may have taken different paths to arrive at this place, but in many ways, our journeys mirrored one another, reflecting the deep-seated desires and vulnerabilities that drove us to seek out these unique dynamics. 

"You know, Summer," I began, my voice barley above a whisper as I selected a bright pink crayon from the box between us, "I really missed calling him 'Daddy', I kinda just missed being adorable and cute, you know?" 

I pulled up some content on my phone to show Summer. "Here, like this." 

"Do you know what I mean?" I asked, as I thumb-flicked to the next one. 

Summer nodded in understanding, her own crayon pausing mid-stroke as she listening intently. "Oui, I know exactly what you mean," she replied softly. "There's a certain freedom in letting go, in surrendering yourself to someone else's care and guidance. It's like you can finally breathe again, after holding your breath for so long." 

I smiled, grateful for her empathy and insight. 

"Even when he has to punish me, I know it's because he cares. It's not always easy, and the spankings definitely suck sometimes, but at the end of the day, I know that he's doing it because he loves me." 

Summer reached out and squeezed my hand, her touch warm and reassuring. "That's the most important thing," she agreed. "Knowing that you're loved and protected, no matter what." 

Summer eventually talked me into getting my top and skirt off and started playing with my boobs, giggling and pinching my nipples through the delicate fabric. I pleaded with her to stop, reminding her that we're about to get in trouble if we're caught. 

I couldn't help but overhear snippets of the conversation between Mistress and Daddy. 

"Here, take these," Mistress said to Daddy, and I heard the jingle of keys changing hands. "They're for the Facility. Please keep an eye on the place while we're gone."

I turned to Summer, my eyes wide with excitement for her. "Are you and Mistress Andrea going on a trip?" I asked, bubbling with enthusiasm. Summer nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Oui! We rented a cottage in the woods up north. It's suppose to be absolutely gorgeous, with a cozy fireplace and a big, steaming hot tub, it's going to be so romantic."  

Summer drew me in for a passionate kiss, I suddenly felt her hand slip into my panties, her fingers teasing my sensitive folds. "Summer!" I gasped, shocked but aroused. "What are you doing?" She just grinned and kissed me again to muffle my moans as I melted under her expert touch. 

Just then, I heard Daddy's voice in the opening to the kitchen. "Now, now, you two," he admonished, his tone firm but playful. "Girls, behave yourselves," he warned, giving us a wink in the process. 

Summer withdrew her fingers from my pussy, leaving me squirming with unsatisfied desire. I picked up my crayon, determined to focus on anything but the throbbing need between my thighs. 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Cabin Fever