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

Chastity Belts or a Spanking?

Continued from: The Countess of Monte Cristo

What would you chose, as an incredibly sexy and aroused young lady? Turning over the key to your arousal, literally, and having your aching cunt locked up in a chastity belt? Perhaps not knowing when or if, in the foreseeable future, it will be unlocked. 

Or do you take your lumps and submit to a painful and humiliating spanking on your bare bottom, in hopes that maybe your pussy will get some attention afterwards? 

I like to give my naughty girls, naughty male slaves and sissies options to choose from. It fucks with their minds. The embarrassing predicament of having to chose from the lesser or two evils. Or at least what you think is the lesser of the two. 

I approached my two girls and cut right to the chase. 

"What's it gonna be ladies...your chastity belts or a spanking?" 

If you're just joining in on this predicament bondage, Cassandra in the pillory, who was kind enough to offer my wife Summer, (on her back with legs forced open) some erotic dance lessons. They got themselves into full stripper heels and attire and while I worked away in the kitchen, I could hear the pounding of music from the strip-joint on the upper floor of our house.

I was preparing a delicious lunch for the three of us and when I returned upstairs, I caught the two of them about to embark on a delicious sixty-nine with each other's soaking pussies. 

Summer and I have a unique relationship and having her pussy devoured by my sexy Receptionist is not unheard of, but both of these naughty young ladies know they need my permission first. 

In this instance, I did not give it, nor was I asked. This is why Cassandra's face was forced to stare at my wife's pussy and inhale her sweet arousal for the past hour. It was a fitting punishment, but as they now realized, their punishments were not over. 

I would have loved to see these two desperately begging to be unlocked. Watching me openly masturbate and please myself with toys, as they pull and tug at their belts. I'd make them suck each other's nipples and make out in front of me. Watching their faces twist in frustration as the ache in their clits intensifies. 

Alas, not this time, they both chose to be spanked...

Unfortunately for them, I was still working in the kitchen. This means wooden spoons and spatulas are readily available and I think I used every wooden utensil in the holder!

I relieved them from their stripper outfits and marched them bare naked up to the kitchen and living room. I started with Summer first as Cassandra was forced to watch. 

After a nice long warm-up for both of them, I moved a dining chair into position and arranged my bouquet of wooden spoons, within my reach. 

Once Summer was howling and sobbing, promising not be a naughty girl again, it was Cassandra's turn. 

I asked her to choose which wooden utensil she would like (mind fuck again). When she hesitated I motivated her with my palm. 

I bent her over the kitchen counter and watched her do a little dance in her bare feet, as I soundly smacked her rosy bottom. 

She made her spoon selection without hesitation the next time I asked her to pick one. I then took her over my knee and finished her off in a frenzy of sobbing spoon slaps, blubbering apologies and kicking legs. 

I loved the fact that my large picture windows in the dining room, look out and IN...to the street below. The pair of them, both still crying liberally, mashed their tits and nipples as far as they could get them against the corner, in an attempt to hide their shame from the outside world. 

Now...I can sit and enjoy my fancy grilled cheese in peace...maybe I'll take some down to Sarah in her cell. These two will be facing that wall for the next hour at least...I wouldn't want my beautiful culinary creation to get cold or go to waste. 

"Next time girls, just ask me if you want to go down on each other, so I can at least watch or help. Sheesh!" 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: She was a Sk8er Girl

Hall Pass

Continued from: House Warming

The party was going smashingly if I do say so myself. Cassandra's dancing was so beautiful and sexual, everyone literally stopped everything else they were doing, just to come over and watch her.

She'd do a three-song set up on the pole, then come down to mix some drinks and tease the guests and tantalize my fiancée, Summer. 

Summer however, had started to take a liking to Nancy, which doesn't surprise me. Summer gravitates toward more mature women and caring Mommy-figures. Nancy is older than I am, so again, I wasn't surprised to see Summer flirting with her and sitting on her lap occasionally. 

During Nancy's Sunday school session, Summer got to see her dressed up like a schoolgirl and spanked on the bare bum. This could also have something to do with the way Summer was now lusting for her. 

After a bit more champagne and some looser inhibitions, Summer sweetly took my hand and whispered to me, asking me if it was ok to have sex with Nancy. 

"Of course Babygirl, hall pass remember, but I think Nancy is straight." I replied to her. 

"So's spaghetti, until it gets wet", she blurted out. 

I think she totally just stole my line. I think I've used that exact line before. I laughed, then gave her a judgey-face. 

"Thank you Mistress, you're the best", she said as she kissed me on the cheek and skipped off to find Nancy. 

Summer doesn't fool around when she wants something. I heard her from across the room, walk right up to Nancy and say, 

"Excuse me Nancy, would it be ok if I went down on you?" 

I saw Nancy smile and nod her head. Summer took her by the hand and led her over to the VIP couch. 

Just then, Tiffany clicked back into the room in his high heels. I guess Kaylee drew the short straw on this one. The next time Cole goes for a pee, he can get his dick sucked if he wants. 

Gawd, how humiliating is this?? But such a good gurl!

Kaylee would have knelt down and flipped the light switch to his left. Now he has to just wait, for a little treat to pop through that hole. 

It wasn't lost on Cole, as he was washing his hands, that the red light above him was on.  

What's the harm? He thought to himself. Katrina unlocked Cole's penis before this party, just for a moment like this. I guess he had a hall pass tonight too.  

Speaking of which, Summer had Nancy peeled out of a few layers and was just goin' to town on her. 

Down the hall in the urinals, Cole took the plunge and guided his dick through the glory hole, which Kaylee reluctantly took deeply into his mouth. 

According to what Kaylee told me the next morning over coffee, Cole must have been a little pent-up from the chastity device. I guess the load of ejaculate that Kaylee had to swallow was enormous. 

Nancy had cum once already too. I knew this because I was in the same room watching my little Summer in action. I think she was going in for seconds. 

Summer would lick and kiss her pussy for a bit, then crawl up on Nancy's lap to straddle her and kiss her mouth, transferring her pussy flavour onto her lips. Then she'd once again kneel, and get back to work on her hot, puffy, clit. 

I can't speak for the two sissies, but everyone else seemed to be having a great time! Haha...

As the party was wrapping up, Cassie and Summer had enough booze in them that they fucked-off somewhere. I can only imagine what they're getting into.

I treated the remaining guests and one sissy, to some lovely piano. Mahler. Piano quartet in A minor. Although I was missing three pieces to the quartet. 

It still sounded lovely nevertheless. 

Cole was ordering up an Uber on his phone, and from what I heard later, made another trip to the gloryhole before he left. Poor Kaylee.

Competing with the sound of my piano playing, was my future matrimonial bed, thumping against the wall from the other room!

Aren't hall passes fun? 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Maid of Honour

Pickle Barrel

Continued from: Foodie Porn

Did you notice in my last post that the word umami, is pronounced: "Oooo, Mommy"? 

A term I'm quite familiar with and I'm just as savory! Just sayin'. Haha

I digress. This post is not about me this time, it's about my beautiful and sexy fiancée Summer, and her growing number of fans. 

What started as a naughty but innocent revenue stream, when Summer would occasionally sell her worn nylons after a flight, has turned into a complete empire of capitalism. 

Have you ever seen a Pickle Barrel menu? It's like 38 pages long. It's like trying to read Great Expectations, all while a server looms over you, wondering why it's taking so long to decide.

Well my little Summer, provides so many delicious options to her fans and clients, that it would rival any 38-page menu from the Picky-B. 

Cassandra helped, with her knowledge of social media, combined with the new area I built for her in the Facility 2.0, the feet people are on the brink of banging down our door.   

My personal favourite, is a service she offers where a fan of hers just books the room, for a maximum of thirty minutes. Summer doesn't even have to be there! It's crazy. We don't film or ask questions about what the person may be doing in this room. These are predominately all males who are NOT in chastity devices...if you catch my drift....ahem.

They also have to consent to be searched on the way out, to ensure they have not stolen any of her shoes, socks or nylons. 

Sissy Kaylee comes in and does a deep clean of the space, after it has been rented, just in case. 

The business model is very much like a resort mentality, or the Disney business model. You've rented the space for thirty minutes, which is NOT cheap, oh but wait, you can also:  

• Add a souvenir to your existing booking, take home one of Summer's socks - $20.00
• Take home a photograph of Summer's bare feet and toes - $25.00
• Take home Summer's toenail polish - $35.00
• Leave with her most recently worn pantyhose - $55.00

And so on, and so on...escalating all the way up to premium packages, which of course, you first need to be a premium member. Enter the streaming service business model, who $12.99 per months you to death. Premium services then include: 

• Feet sniffing - $100
• High heel sniffing - $100
• Toe sucking - $200
• Full foot worship, toes, soles, ankles - $250
• Masturbating onto her feet (there's a catch with this one though) - $300
• Have Summer give you a footjob - $350

All of this, THEN take a souvenir home too! 

The items have been worn by Summer for various lengths of time in various circumstances. Athletic socks, stockings, knee socks, sneakers, high heels, sandals, you name it. It's all for sale with a premium membership. 

White, Under Armour athletic socks, worn for a 1-hour workout or run, is there a cost difference between these and say, suntan pantyhose worn for a 12-hour flight in her heels? Oh hell yes there's a price difference! 

It all kinda happened when Cassie and I created a more professional site for her, a pay-site that also required a membership. Within this pay-site was an online auction. This worked very well for awhile. 

After Summer moved in with me and decided she'd help with the clients and dual-Domme sessions, Cassie started to leak little hints on Summer's social medias that she was a practicing Dominatrix now, working alongside me. 

Suddenly, her fans who had spent years, following her pictures and purchasing her nylons, could actually meet her. They could be groveling on their hands and knees at the base of this stool, waiting for that first moment she begins to bob a heel off one of her feet and offer it to the silly male. 

She'll point and snap her fingers, directing the male's nose into the heel. He'll obey willingly. 

This view from this vantage point with the high-heel bob off the toes, is apparently like crack-cocaine!

Ladies, if you want to find the potentially submissive man in the room, some day you're with a bunch of people, in a large meeting, or in a classroom setting or conference...try the heel-bob. Hosiery and heels is best but bare and heels works too. 

Be dainty, be feminine, look as though you're in charge, then go for the toe-dangle and gentle bob. Once you've thrown out the bait, watch for the person in the room who is laser-focused on your feet. Quick little glances, trying to look away but keeps sneaking looks back, completely mesmerized. 

That's likely your submissive...

You've captured their gaze, they're frozen. They can't look away. 

Be their Medusa. Turn those silly males to stone! 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: House Warming

  

Safe, Sane, Consensual

Continued from: Sunday School

As I mentioned in the previous post, it was on a Saturday morning, when I first told Summer about the wildly elaborate, logistically substantial, Sunday school idea. 

Of course she squealed in excitement and did a little bum wiggle, happy-dance beside me, until she found out that should would only be a "prop" in this extravagant production.

She pouted her bottom lip and flapped her doey eyelashes at me. 

If that wasn't cute enough, yes, Summer does in-fact wear clothing like Hello Kitty bra and panty sets, thigh-highs with bows, around the house and at bedtime.

She frequently identifies as a "little", so I certainly allow and encourage it. Her favourite site to order from is called "Little for Big". Incredibly adorable and darling outfits for adult littles. 

I pulled her pouty little lip into my mouth and soothed her. 

"Don't worry Angel, I'll make it up to you with some private school lessons", I hissed at her seductively.

I explained to Summer that we had two clients who had booked the Sunday school experience for tomorrow, each of them had also selected from a menu of fantasy options. As described in the previous post, the suite of choose-your-own-adventure kinks, were as follows: 

• Spend a few hours at school 
• Spend a full day at school 
• Be held back for detention with the teacher 
• Sent to the Headmaster's office
• Sent to the Headmistress' office
• Blackmailed by the Coach in the supply room
• Abducted by a stranger after cheer practice

The clients who booked this experience were my sissy slave, Kaylee, and the slutty and extremely naughty, occasional client, Nancy Landgraab. (Mother, wife, corporate executive, power-femme, totally my style of person to work with!)

Depicted in red above, are the options that BOTH, Nancy and Kaylee picked for their session. The options in blue, Nancy picked in addition, to those in red. 

No one wanted to see the Headmistress this time, *pout. Should I be insulted by that?? WTF

Oh well, that just means I get to be the teacher and Summer gets to be a student in this grandiose production. Also being used a prop on Sunday, is my hottie Secretary, Cassandra.

Just look at these two weapons! Not that long ago we all had an afternoon of fucking, in my bedroom. It was wicked hot!: A Proper Homecoming

The logistics didn't end here however, based on the choices above (each one adding additional cost of course), I still needed a Headmaster, I still needed a creepy, leering Coach and two bandits to abduct Nancy after her fake cheer practice. 

Introducing anyone to a BDSM dynamic, especially when you're introducing a person to someone who already trusts you, is a very delicate matter. I needed to choose people who I absolutely knew were safe, sane and consensual in every way possible. 

A strict but loving and caring, Daddy-feel of the Headmaster. We weren't going with an old-fashioned Sunday school so this role would actually be the "Principal". 

And the creepy, likely suspected of panty-stealing, Coach...

Summer, Cassie and I spent hours on that Saturday morning, combing through our client files until we found the perfect matches for this scene. 

What a scene it was! Holy shit, it was a marathon!

This is how it ended...

Sissy Kaylee, in his bedroom/cell, sitting on his princess bed in shame and disgrace, wondering why his locked up "clitty" is leaking. 

And two sexually sadistic abductors, seeing Nancy to the door to wish her goodbye, as they listen to her kind words of thank you, for designing such a wonderful scene. 

Okay, okay...enough suspense, I'll get right to it in the next post. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Making out behind the bleachers