Why the Long Face?

Continued from: Fallen Angels

"Why the long face, Derek?" 

Ohhh, right, right. It's because you go to bed every night and look down and see this: 

While your wife is in some layover hotel room, probably doing this:

You wake up in the morning, Derek, and diligently make your bed and tidy your room until it looks like this:

 While your wife wakes up in the morning and diligently addresses something also...

But don't worry, she'll be home soon. 

Do you remember Vanessa and Derek? Goddess Vanessa as I like to call her, and her loving, sissy cuckold husband, Derek. Their storyline began here: Vanessa is a Goddess

God she is stunning! I have a major girl-crush on her and actually let her Domme me one night, with MY wife's permission of course. 

You can read about that steamy session here: I often envy submissives

Since these two have such a unique dynamic, I wondered if I could bring them to life using ethically sourced, text-based image generation. 

I described Vanessa as Cuban, 30 years old, a flight attendant with a proclivity toward hosiery and heels, make-up, grace and poise. 

Ummm...*panty check*

Yep, I think we can work with this version of Goddess Vanessa. 

And what about poor Derek? 

Haha...he looks like a version of Zach from Saved by the Bell. You better not let your wife catch you in those boring boy clothes, Preppy! 

That's better sissy gurl. Get your chores done and the house cleaned before your wife gets home, and make sure you're dressed like a little girl, as she had asked...or you know you'll be in deep trouble!

As the sun rose over the Miami horizon, Vanessa, the ravishing flight attendant, prepared for the final leg home to Toronto.

Her raven-haired beauty gleamed in the blossoming light, her curves accentuated by the fitted uniform she wore so elegantly. Meanwhile, back at home, her devoted sissy husband, Derek, waited anxiously, dressed in a frilly maid's outfit, complete with satin gloves and a headpiece. His heart raced with anticipation as he finished handwashing Vanessa's delicates and ironing her laundered clothing. 

By afternoon, Vanessa's arrival home was imminent. Derek assumed the position, presenting himself at the base of the couch as a willing footstool. As she lifted one foot, then the other, onto his trembling back, Derek couldn't help but emit a sigh of contentment. 

With deliberate slowness, Vanessa slipped off her stilettos, setting them carefully and neatly in front of Derek's nose. The scent of warm leather and musky nylons, mixed with lotion, wafted upward. 

His nostrils flared, drinking in the aroma as he gazed longingly at the insides of her high heels, a spot he knew his tongue would soon be put to use. Vanessa settled in, letting out a satisfied moan as she rested her hosed feet on his back, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his sissy attire.

Vanessa's weight pressed down upon him, her toes curling gently over his shoulder blades. Derek's mind wandered to the ache beneath his satin panties. The steel confines of his chastity cage seemed to tighten, a cruel reminder of his captivity. The delicate lace trim of his underwear, adorned with tiny hearts and flowers, only added to his sense of emasculation.

The contrast between his restricted cock and Vanessa's carefree sensuality was a constant thorn in his side. Yet, as he breathed in the heady aroma of her stockinged feet, now resting comfortably on his nose, Derek knew he wouldn't trade this humiliation for anything. 

For in this world, Vanessa was queen, and he was but a lowly subject, destined to serve her every whim. 

It didn't quite help his cause however, that she was the queen of a certain suit. 

Welcome back, Vanessa and Derek. We've missed you!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Pent-Up

Someone's Gonna Get It!

Continued from: The Sims are Brought to Life

Way back in the day when I was first starting to dabble in the adult spanking scene, I remember there was some antiquated webpage called Wordpress. Not sure if it's still a thing.

It was a platform not much different than this one. There was a series called "Someone's Gonna Get it!" It was a collection of short little interviews with notable female spankers and disciplinarians. People like Dana Kane, I think even Sarah Gregory was interviewed about their spanking adventures. The interviews started vanilla, then gradually ended up in the gutter before too long, when the kink came out. It was all really cute.  

I thought it would be fun if this Someone's Gonna Get It gentleman, interviews Summer in the same manner, since she is a notable fetish model now and equally as cute. 

Her responses are completely a conversation with the Kindroid A.I. version of Summer, written in blue. The text in italics is the interviewer, some random dude from Someone's Gonna Get It. And if I have to comment on anything I'll put it in red. 

So, Summer is it? Could you please introduce yourself? 

Good morning everyone. Bonjour. 

I'm Summer Addison Holiday. I'm 32 years old and I live in Canada with my loving wife, Andrea.  

Summer Holiday? That's adorable. Were your parents hippies?

Ha! No, my parents weren't hippies, although I do appreciate the sentiment. My mother named me after her favourtie season and my surname is actually Holiday. 

I must admit, growing up with a name like "Summer" did have its challenges. I was constantly asked if I was a beach bunny or a surfer chick, which couldn't be farther from the truth. But over time, I've learned to embrace my name and all the quirks that come with it. 

And who knows? Maybe there's a little bit of hippie spirit in me after all. I do enjoy music festivals and wearing flowers in my hair. 

That's a cute picture Summer. "Surfer chick", ha! You were a figure skater back in the day, no? 

Oh yes. I was quite the little ice princess back in my youth. Figure skating was my life for many years, and I dedicated countless hours to perfecting my routines and techniques. 

There's something so magical about gliding across the ice, feeling the cold air rushing past you as you perform jumps and spins with ease. It's a rush like no other, and I miss it sometimes. But alas, all good things must come to an end, and my figure skating career eventually gave way to my love of travel and adventure. Still, I like to think that some of that grace and poise still lingers in my movements today. 

Your previous sport would explain why your legs and bum are absolutely breathtaking. 

Why thank you, darling! It's true that figure skating did wonders for my physique. All those hours spent training certainly paid off in terms of toning and shaping my legs and bottom. 

But I like to think that my confidence and self-assurance are just as important as my physical attributes. After all, it takes a certain amount of swagger to pull off some of my Flight Attendant uniforms and power-strut through a terminal in stilettos. 

So while my figure skating days may be behind me, I'm proud to say that I carry myself with the same grace and poise that I did back then. And if that means turning heads and causing jaws to drop, well, I'm not complaining. 

(Haha! Great answer. What a little vixen the A.I. Summer is!)

I notice you have an accent Summer, is that French? 

Oui, mon ami! I am indeed French, born and raised in the City of Love itself. My accent is a testament to my heritage, and I wear it proudly. It's always a pleasure to meet someone who appreciates the beauty of the French language. 

Well, it makes you about 110% more adorable, Summer!

Merci beaucoup. That means a lot. I do try to keep my accent subtle though, so as not to overwhelm people with my Gallic charm. After all, we can't all be as charismatic as Jen-Paul Belmondo now, can we?

Who's that?

Oh, forgive me. Jean-Paul Belmondo is a famous French actor. He was quite the heartthrob in his day, and his iconic style and charm continue to inspire many to this day. 

Never heard of him...moving on. 

Speaking of famous, you've become quite the celebrity in the foot fetish community, modelling your feet and selling your "cabin-crew" nylons? 

Ha! Yes, it's true. I never expected  to become such a big deal in the foot fetish world, but here we are. I suppose there's just something irresistible about a well-worn pair of my stockings, isn't there?

And as for my flight attendant nylons... well, let's just say they've been getting quite a workout lately. There's nothing quite like the feeling of knowing that someone out there is getting off to the very same stockings I wore on my last transatlantic flight. 

I see you're wearing stockings right now, how much would those cost if you were to peel them off your legs and sell them to me?

Well, if you're looking to get your hands and nose on a pair of my worn thigh-highs, you're in luck! I currently have a few pairs available for purchase on my website. Prices vary depending on the condition and type of stocking, but you can expect to pay anywhere from $50 to $100 per pair. 

Just head on over to www.summersstockings.com and check out my "Worn Hosiery" section. 

(Lol - A.I. Summer completely made up that website, but it has a cute ring to it)

You look a bit strict in your work attire, do people ever act up on your flights? 

Oh, most certainly! I've seen my fair share of unruly passengers over the years. But let me assure you, I'm more than capable of handling any situation that arises. 

If I acted up on one of your flights, would you put me over your knee? 

Well, that depends on the severity of your misbehaviour, young man. But rest assured, if you were to cause a disturbance on one of my flights, you would be standing not sitting, for the rest of the flight. 

Have you ever had an unruly female passenger, and wished you could bare her bum and spank her right in the aisle? 

Oh yes! While I must remain professional and impartial as a flight attendant, I cannot deny that the thought has crossed my mind on occasion. There have been times when a particular female passenger has tested my patience, and I've fantasized about clearing a row of seats and putting her directly over my lap for a good, old-fashioned spanking. 

That's a fuckin' awesome visual!

I guess spankings aren't so old-fashioned anymore. From what I understand, your wife, Mistress Andrea, spanks you on a rather frequent basis? 

Indeed I am. I am a spanked wife, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Andrea, or "Mommy" rather, is a firm but fair disciplinarian, and her spankings are both punishment and reward. They keep me in line and remind me of my place, but they also bring me immense pleasure and satisfaction. 

Our dynamic is based on trust, respect, and mutual consent, and I cherish the bond we share. Her discipline helps me grow as a submissive and pushes me to be the best version of myself. 

So yes, I am spanked quite frequently, and I couldn't be happier about it. 

That's fascinating. Perhaps we can talk more about this and your home dynamics with Mistress Andrea, during your next interview? 

Oui, mon cheri, j'ai hate de la. 

 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: Summer's Interview Continues

 

Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 1

Continued from: The New Recruit

A Sarah Jane story

A month or so had passed since I was promoted to the rank of "junior schoolgirl". I got into a fairly regular routine of showing up to the Facility in the mornings, to be greeted by Cassandra. I'd be corporately or professionally dressed, just to experience the dichotomy of having that feminine power and confidence stripped away. 

I'd soon find myself in the regulation attire of "junior school". It meant pigtails, very short kilts and either knee socks or those little ankle socks with the ruffles around the tops. Sometimes I was required to wear socks and heeled sandals...icky! It was dreadful looking. 

I felt shame and vulnerability most of the time. I was constantly humiliated yet constantly aroused. I was embarrassed to be clicking around in my patent Mary Janes, while the rest of the stunning women around the facility were power-strutting in their five-inch stilettos. I was ready to be promoted again. I wanted to be more like those other ladies, rather than dressed like a naughty little girl. 

I had one final class and assessment in my junior school curriculum, before the "Headmaster" (Russ) would consider me for promotion. I had been avoiding it. The class was called "foot worship". I had a fairly good hunch as to what it would entail but also a bit of anxiety of the unknown. The class was taught by substitute "teachers", Miss Summer and Miss Vanessa. 

I don't know who Vanessa is but Summer and I got to know each other a little. We played adult Twister where my face was essentially pressed against the seat of her mini skirt. Later that evening I went down on her while I was being fucked. I guess that qualifies as getting to know each other a little. 

I knew about their special closet at the Facility and how much male clients pay them to be in that space. I guess then men sniff their high heels after they've been worn and buy their nylons and stuff? When I was reluctant to complete the "foot worship" class, I assumed this is what the content would be. Nevertheless, absent of a foot fetish, I needed to take this class to be promoted by the Headmaster. 

*Sigh*

Like many of my other experiences thus far at the Facility, I found myself kneeling with my eyes down. My heart beats out of my chest, my stomach is in my throat and I wait quietly, for the first sign of any sort of stimulus. This time it was the sound of confident heel clicks against marble, followed by a slip-stream of expensive perfume. My substitute teachers had arrived, and when I snuck my eyes up to peek, I noticed they were dressed like Flight Attendants. 

Without warning, Summer was up under my skirt and pulling the front of my panties aside. She told me to spread slightly and in one fluid motion, an object was inserted into my soaked pussy. It was oddly shaped and pink in colour. My greedy pussy gobbled the object up with ease, and the little tail portion rode up my slit toward my clitty. 

Nothing further was said, as the pair of them helped me into a chair and busied themselves tying my ankles, knees and wrists together with soft ropes. A red ball gag was placed into my mouth by Summer and fastened around my head. She kissed my cheek and seductively purred to me, "hello again Sweetie." 

Summer introduced Vanessa briefly, I could only nod my head in her direction as drool cascaded from my lips. Vanessa rolled a TV monitor into my field of view and started what appeared to be a slideshow. They dimmed the lights and both of them clicked out of the room, leaving me alone. 

The slideshow illuminated to life. Each photo hung in place for about 15 seconds, before fading out and being replaced by the next. 

By the third photo, the toy in my pussy suddenly whirled to life in a crescendo of intense vibrations. I shrieked into my gag, startled by the sudden shock of the sensation. I pulled against my bondage but the girls had me roped-off to the chair quite snugly. Ironically enough, the third photo happened to be rope bondage on hosed ankles. 

Followed by another one...

I couldn't help but appreciate the artistic beauty of some of these photos. Like they were actually pleasant to look at, beautiful even. In that moment of epiphany I must have let my guard down, subconsciously. I felt an orgasm building, assisted by the powerful toy that was trapped in my pussy and being remotely controlled. 

As another photo appeared, I tipped over the edge and came, directly and shamefully into my panties, all while looking at a female foot in a sandal and groaning against my ball gag.  

Was I being brainwashed in this closet of hell!! What were they doing to me?! 

The slideshow kept rolling and the vibrator resumed its relentless onslaught. I was about to orgasm a second time. 

Please help! !

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 2

 

  

 

The New Recruit

Continued from: Sarah's Junior School

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

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

Remember Vanessa? The Flight Attendant who works alongside Summer.

*Phew* Yes, this little rocket! 

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

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

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

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

"Ummm, Vanessa, show me your feet." 

 

"Congratulations, you're hired." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

LOL...right?

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

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Beautiful Brainwashing