Sexual Aggression

Continued from: Working from Home

Do you ever get that insatiable desire to just fuck the living shit outta someone? On their consent of course...hehe. 

Ohhh my word I was ravenous today! 

My beautiful wife Summer was absolutely in for it! We were about to have the house to ourselves and my sights were set directly on her as my victim. 

Spending the afternoon on an outcall session with Hunter and Carley had gotten me all fired up. Dominating a couple was so empowering! I felt like a complete Goddess. Sure, Carley was "forced" to go down on me and made me cum, right in front of her chaste husband, but that only fueled my sexual aggression even more. 

I had Hunter dressed like a schoolgirl from the waist down. In between their zoom meetings of the day they booked me for a "visit". Carley ate my pussy while I sat on her husband's lap, grinding my ass crack into his chastity cage that I could feel from beneath his skirt and panties. 

Hunter was sent to stand in the corner while Carley continued to work away with her tongue, gently cooling me down after I had cum onto her pouty lips. Cool me down she did not. Not even close. I pulled out my phone while her face was still buried in my snatch and I text Summer. 

I mixed in the "sweetie xoxo" so she knew I wasn't irate with her, and that she was about to enter a bdsm scene. 

"Slut, Summer, sweetie..." A rose by any other name would smell as sweet...

Summer has the proper "upper floor" uniform, worn by the sex slaves of my Facility. She knew how to prepare herself for the order I gave, complete with a high-pony and collar. 

After I got myself dolled up for fun, this is how I found my sexy wife, waiting like a good girl and breathing heavily. 

I slowly and methodically clicked toward her, watching her goosebumps raise with each of my heel clicks. I moved into her field of view and listened to her gasp, then moan out loud. I guess she liked my choice of outfit. 

"Good afternoon Mistress," she squeaked out. 

"Get your FUCKING eyes lowered in my presence slut!" I barked at her. 

"Go to our room and select a whip," I followed up with. 

She hung her head and shuffled off down the hall like a scolded child. 

Summer returned with a heart-tipped crop and knelt at my feet, this time, remembering to keep her head bowed. 

"That's better young lady," I purred to her. 

The heart whip lets her know I love her, when she does a mirror / bum check later this evening. 

Beautiful isn't it? 

A good whipping usually makes Summer's tongue extra eager for me! This afternoon was no exception. 

She treated me to a lovely orgasm from her knees, before I got the strap-on and renewed my original mission statement of fucking the shit outta someone today.

Oh boy did I ever give her a good rogering. 

We did some pussy-to-mouth behind the bar, so she could taste her delicious cunt and appreciate, as I do, just how yummy she is. 

I kissed her passionately so she could transfer some of her own pussy-flavour off her own lips and onto mine. Fuck that was hot!

I clicked a leash onto her collar and made her crawl, hands and knees over to the pool table, where I continued to give her a good seeing to!

With each thrust of my strap-on and each yelp and groan from Summer, my sexual aggression was slowly beginning to disperse. I was fucking it all away. 

We tangled in front of the fire and let the vanilla world naturally creep back in. 

"What got in to you today!? That was amazing!" Summer jokingly blurted out. 

She knew about my outcall session with the couple, but I didn't want to let-on that Carley's married but lezzy little tongue got me all hot and bothered.  

"Not sure Sweetie, moon phase maybe?" I seductively hissed. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: Only if it's ok with Daddy

She was a Sk8er Girl

Continued from: Chastity Belts or a Spanking?

Summer and I were embraced in a lovely tangle on the bed, just coming down from a medium-heavy scene in our room. For reasons we don't need to get into, I had to punish her with a whipping of her bare asshole. 

Punishments in my household generally fit the crime. If Summer was caught with a run in her hose or stockings, she would be given a spanking followed by her bare soles being punished. Matters relating to her princess parts, result in a spanking then a punishment of the area in need of correction. In this case, unfortunately for her, it was her poor little bottom hole. 

All however, was forgiven...and we returned to giggles and pillow talks as we always do. 

For some reason we got talking about celebrities. Out of pure curiosity I asked her if she had a BDSM celebrity crush. More specifically, if she was going to administer a punishment spanking to a bratty celebrity, who would it be.

Without hesitation and in her adorable French accent, she replied: 

"Avril Lavigne"...

I giggled a little bit before commenting. 

"Like the skater girl?" 

We talked about it further and teased and tangled each other until Summer drifted off to sleep. I was still wide awake so I did some quiet internetting beside her. 

Avril...a small-town Canadian girl. That earned her points with me already! She bears the look of an out-of-control, bitchy and petulant teen who in the height of her popularity, looked like she would smell of weed and Doritos. 

I can see why Summer would choose to spank her. She definitely has that "in need of an attitude adjustment" look about her. Apparently this is what Summer was exactly like, in her younger years. Baggy jeans, wallet chain, skater shoes and a piss-poor attitude. 

Now it all makes sense, yes! Summer wants to punish the teen version of herself! She's projecting. She wants what she only wished she could have received when she was younger. 

As I looked a little deeper on the interwebs, when you peel away the layers of early 2000's, leftover from the grunge movement of the 90s, Avril is undeniably beautiful. 

Despite Avril's natural gorgeousness, I think Summer's fantasy involves disciplining the wild and bitchy teen-Avril of 2002. Not this stunner depicted above. 

Maybe Summer is in the role of Step-Mother, or Big Sister? She returns home from a long flight and sees this hot-mess, passed out in the den. The room smells of stale beer, bong resin and Pringles.

Summer tries to snap her out of it and get her life back on track. 

(Avril was actually ON the right track in this period of time. She went platinum seven times).

She makes her go select an implement to be punished with. A shameful exercise in humility for our beautiful skater girl. 

Should we go through with it and indulge in Summer's fantasy? Who wants to see Avril Lavigne receive an OTK spanking? I'm sure it won't end with just a spanking either *blush, if I know my Summer.  

A special thank you to someone named BlueSky from the Sims, custom content community, who created the avatar for young Miss Lavigne. 

Pretty good huh? 

Gotta love talented people and talented artists. 

Unfortunately the below doesn't quite look as clean as the above two images. But once Summer gets down to business and invites her to the Facility, it's pretty damn close. 

Maybe...to be continued...if someone wants to see Avril get spanked and we’ll try to figure out what emo, grunge sex entails?? *shrug

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Two days a captive

No Turning Back

Continued from: The Wedding Party

The wedding of Summer and I was going to be a small gathering, as we wanted it. We selected a hipster, brew-pub downtown that had an intimate, rooftop veranda. 

Cute huh? 

When the wedding music started, I had a huge lump in my throat. We decided that I would be the one to wait at the front, under the arbor while pilots, Lance and Eric, in their official dress uniforms, walked Summer down the aisle to me (I still don't know which one is Lance and which one is Eric).

As soon as I saw my little Summer, in her wedding gown, framed perfectly by the two studs on either side of her, tears were rolling down my cheeks. There was no turning back now!

After exchanging our vows, we sealed the deal with a kiss, to the thunderous applause of our guests. 

I was so utterly content. My heart was finally full, and would now be forever. 

I played Summer a classic, from one of our most intimate slow-dances ever, the night in New Orleans where I told her I was madly in love with her.  

"I can't help falling in love with you." Elvis originally, I believe. 

She sat beside me on the piano stool and laid her head against my shoulder, crying tears of joy as I played. It was a beautiful moment on such a beautiful day, but the day was still young. 

All of the guests either knew or were briefed, on why every member of my side of the wedding party were in slave collars. Our tight group of friends are very open and understanding, it turns out the pilots and Vanessa were too. No one would ever judge our lifestyle choices.  

The reception was planned at the Facility, a.k.a. our matrimonial home, in the upper floor of course. We hired a caterer, Cassandra was going to dance for us again and given the environment, the guests were aware that "things" from the kink world, may happen. 

Summer and I could both sense that some wild adventures may occur tonight, we both noticed it from our seat at the piano. 

The booze was flowing liberally and people were starting to get a little handsy. 

"Do you think the sissies are crushing on the pilots?" I asked Summer. 

"It could be the other way around Mistress", she replied? 

"REALLY?!" I declared, sounding absolutely shocked. 

"Oh ya", Summer said. 

"Eric is for sure bisexual and Lance, he's just a huge swordsman. It wouldn't surprise me if they tried. They know Vanessa and I won't touch the two of them, even though they've attempted multiple times on our flights and I assume Bella is probably not permitted to." Summer went on to explain. 

"Only two options left", I said, in a cheerful tone. 

"Two options who have been in chastity cages for months right?" Summer quipped. 

We both giggled, and agreed to do our hardest to try and make it happen, without pushing or breaking anyone's limits. 

"Once they let two men fuck them, there will be no turning back," I concluded. 

It turns out, this one is Lance, the swordsman, who happens to have a thing for redheads. 

Hehe! 

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Bridesmaids

 

The Wedding Party

Continued from: The Maid of Honour

The big day is approaching fast. Summer and I went dress shopping a few times and we still hadn't decided on how our same-sex, D/s dynamic wedding should play out. I didn't want Summer to feel like she's a spectacle for the eyes of others, we also talked about whether or not she should be in innocent, virginial white (hehe), maybe not so virginal but I like the white bride look. 

Should I be in a suit, or leathers...should Summer be in a collar? There were plenty of ideas floated around.

I really liked this one on her, a corseted, lingerie bride? 

Isn't she a freakin' hottie? 

But...I wanted to look like a bride too! Not a groom. I really liked this one and tried some latex gloves with it, as a nod to our kink lifestyle but not so kink that we enter into a full-blown, BDSM wedding. 

I think it was Natalie Mars, the very famous, sissy porn star, who got married to his/her Dominatrix. They went with a fun gender reversal, bride/groom feel. I wonder if Natalie's penis was locked up during this ceremony? The clamps are certainly a nice, decorative touch. 

I'm not sure if Natalie goes by her or him, I assume the former. No disrespect if I got it wrong.

Speaking of sissy slaves, was there ever any doubt, who my bridesmaids would be? Of course it's going to be Kaylee and Tiffany! This will be their ultimate humiliation and the ultimate point of no return for them. There will be absolutely no returning to being a man for these two, after this wedding.

Katrina let me "borrow" Tiffany for this event and this role. Kat is going to be attending anyway, with her alpha-bull, male submissive, Cole. 

Do you remember Vanessa? This little stunner...

Way, way back from the original post, where I first discovered that some Flight Attendants sell their used hosiery? That Vanessa.

Summer essentially learned their naughty little trade-secret from Vanessa, they have been partners in nylon fun and games and best friends ever since. This is who Summer selected as her Maid of Honour. 

Yep, she's about an 11, as I suspected she would be. 

As for the rest of Summer's side of the wedding party, she went with her actual flight crew from work, the pilot and co-pilot. 

I don't often get impressed by silly males, and these two are likely as silly as all the rest, but what a pair of studs these pilots were! Holy shit. Of course one of them is named Lance but I can't remember which one, the other is named Eric. 

Look at the machismo dripping off these two. They probably fly the plane with their cocks! Is that where the term cockpit comes from? Hehe.

We're definitely going to have a very handsome and gorgeous wedding party! 

When the day finally arrived, I was absolutely right, we were stunning! I hadn't seen Summer yet, the morning of. I had butterflies like crazy!

Alright, time to do this thing! Wish me luck. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: No Turning Back