A Score to Settle

Continued from: Hall Passes

After my night of being absolutely owned and completely subby to Goddess Vanessa, I woke up tangled into her gorgeous, naked body. We had since dropped our roles when we drifted off to sleep last night but I pulled us right back into the lovely D/s dynamic, as I offered to wake her up "properly". 

I addressed her by formal title once again and indulged in some deep oral worship of her pussy and bottom hole. It was my unique way of thanking her for a lovely evening. A Hallmark card would have been pleasant too, but Vanessa cumming onto my tongue seemed fitting. Ha!

I verbally thanked her too, before realizing I didn't bring any clothes with me.

Since I arrived last night in rope bondage and a tiny overcoat only, Vanessa had to give me some clothing to go home in. I think she deliberately picked the skimpiest little top and bottoms she had. 

Vanessa and I grabbed a light breakfast as Summer arrived to pick me up. I felt like a bit of hooker. Dropped off by my "pimp", Summer, only to be picked up by her in the morning! Haha. She's a cute pimp though. 

During the drive home Summer described in explicit detail, how her evening with Russell and Sarah Jane went. I could feel my nails involuntarily clawing into my bare thigh as she spoke. My eyebrow raised on it's own, with a slight pang of jealously. 

We agreed on this hall pass night, everything was consensual, but still! My dominant mercury was rising, as protector of my wife, Dominatrix and den-mother of the Facility. I felt order needed to be restored. 

That afternoon, I was definitely back into my groove. Back into my hosiery and heels, reading glasses but no book. I don't want to call it bitch-face because I'm not bitchy. Let's just call this look, "ebony hairbrush face." 

And who was I glaring at? 

You guessed it. The person who just had their dirty dick in my wife! 

Another professional disciplinarian named Georgia Payne said it best. I love this excerpt from her website. 

Something I relish about domestic discipline play is the "take down". Domestic players at their core are all about the need for correction. They enter the room with many different attitudes but they all deep down want the same thing. They want to be put in their place. They know that until they find themselves being forced to look me in the eye, with their chin held firmly in my hand, they won't be truly satisfied and neither will I. 

It's that moment, after they've been over my knee for an extended blistering on their bare bottom, the moment when I stand them up and that cocky swagger, that they entered the room with, has melted away and I am staring at the bashful little boy or girl where once stood a man or woman. That, for me, is the moment that both players strive for. Because as you stand in the corner, eyes down, ass red, you'll feel complete in ways few other moments could ever offer you. That's what makes domestic players so much fun for me and so rewarding. 

Well put Miss Payne. By the looks of her she knows how to blister a naughty male arse, something I will be seeing to very shortly.  

"The cocky swagger that they entered the room with..."

Kinda like Russell, when I summoned him to my office quite firmly for a "chat" today. A swagger fueled by the machismo of fucking my beautiful wife all night?

"Bu...but Ma'am...I thought this was all pre-arranged, with the hall pass thing? I had Summer's permission, she had yours?" He stammered in panic.

"Well you didn't have MY permission!" I snapped back. 

"Russell, you and I used to be playmates, and Summer is my wife. The least you could have done is check in on me before last night, to ask me if I'm sure it's ok. Is that fair?" I continued my scolding. I was starting to see the bashful little boy in him, rolling his shoulders forward into a hunch and lowering his eyes to the floor. 

"It's starting to turn into a bunny ranch around here, with all my submissives fucking one another. Order must be restored, with a woman's touch." I continued my rant. 

"Yes Ma'am. You're right." His gaze downcast as his words trembled. 

"You are familiar with the popular blog written by Strict Miss Julie, young man?"

Julie's Spanking Blog

"Yes Ma'am. I follow her diligently." Russ replied. 

"Then you should be aware she has a new e-book out?" I asked. 

"Actually, I wasn't aware of that Ma'am." Russell replied. 

"Pick up that tablet in front of you. Go to Amazon and purchase the Kindle version. You'll see that it is a collection of stories based on F/m spanking only...as things should be." I hissed. 

Get your copy here

I watched as Russell obeyed me immediately. Accessing the tablet and making his purchase. 

"Get that little sex doll of yours, Sarah Jane, to buy a copy also. Before she ends up over my knee as well, young man!" I barked at Russell. 

"BDSM is a community. We support each other, especially a local gal!" I continued. 

"Yes Ma'am." He peeped out, acknowledging my firmness with him. 

"Now young man. You are to read each of Julie's stories and select one that best represents the manner you wish to be punished. Is that clear?" I said. 

He looked a bit puzzled, as he stood sheepishly in front of my desk. I carried on before he had a chance to respond. 

"When you have read them all and picked one. You will return to my office and read the chapter to me, with your pants and underwear at your ankles. Do I make myself clear?" 

I thought I'd add this additional shaming. Since he fucked my wife he can stand there and read to me with his penis on display and bottom bare. I giggled at the thought of it...

Basically my plan is to have him read all the stories, then based on his preference for positions, the role of the female in the story or a particular implement used, I will carry out for real, the spanking story he selects.

It should be a humiliating and humbling predicament for him.   

******

"What'cha reading Daddy?" The cute and Secretarial Sarah Jane, asked of Russell. 

"Ummm, do you have Kindle on your phone babygirl? There's an e-book you need to buy. Mistress' orders, ok?"

“Oh…ummm. Yes Daddy.” Sarah replied curiously.

To be continued…

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

Continued in: Good Cop, Bad Cop

 

 

 

   

Sissy slave to a Couple

Continued from: Thanking after Spanking

One of my readers has asked for a rather specific scene to be played out. Apparently it's been a recent daydream / fantasy he's been having and would like to see it come to life at my Facility. 

In short, he would like to be a sissy submissive to an alpha couple, but only on the weekends. The fantasy sounds almost like some manner of judicial sentence, "serving weekends" so to speak. This poor sissy spends his vanilla Monday to Friday, in 24/7 chastity and panties. Then, at the end of his workday on Friday, he is required to report to the Facility for "check-in", where he will remain until late Sunday. 

It's really no different than sissy Kaylee's arrangement, yet rather than the same-sex, dominant couple of Summer and I, this sissy reader wanted to try a 'Ma'am' and 'Sir' configuration, with plenty of emphasis on ritual, structure and humiliation. 

We'll call this hot little, power couple, Erin and Brad. Erin is a nurse but has since been promoted to a managerial role at the hospital. Brad is a paramedic. These two enjoy a very robust BDSM lifestyle together, with both of them playing switchy roles, as their mood dictates.

Their weekend sissy slave is named Connor, however, once he reaches the Facility he is addressed only as Lexi.

Lexi is required to submit to both Erin and Brad but Erin is his primary dominant and keyholder. Upon check-in, she wastes no time in getting his silly boy clothes off, stripped right down to his feminine undergarments and chastity cage. 

Rather than panties under his Monday to Friday attire, Erin makes Lexi wear a panty girdle. She likes how restrictive and constrictive the old-fashioned shapewear is, to contain Lexi's chastity cage and provide him a more of an hourglass figure. 

Through a combination of shaving and electrolysis, Lexi is hairless from his neck down. Beneath his panty girdle which Erin made him remove, you would see his cute little clitty, safely locked away to prevent any stimulus or masturbation. Here's a picture of Lexi's humiliating predicament. 

Lexi is marched through the house, bare naked in only his clit cage. He becomes dreadfully embarrassed if he sees Brad, who is usually in the kitchen prepping dinner. Brad typically just drops a "hi Lexi". Brad is not too keen on seeing or interacting with Lexi unless he's been fully feminized. Both of them are straight males, so I guess that makes sense, somewhat. 

That being said, "forced" feminization becomes the next stage of check-in, as Lexi is taken to the sissy bedroom, in front of the vanity. For the added effect of being "forced", Erin binds Lexi's ankles and wrists to the vanity chair, facing the mirror. Lexi's fingernails and toenails are then painted, usually pink or red, before Erin applies his make-up. 

A wig is applied next, followed by a humiliating sissy outfit with hosiery and heels. Lexi is told he will be getting a spanking and is left to hang on those words and anticipate Erin's firm hand. 

Erin takes her time, heading back downstairs to the classroom to collect a few items. She favours a leather strap, a wooden hairbrush and one of her sandals which has a flat rubber sole. 

This spanking is not the "main event" of discipline that Lexi will receive this weekend. This is merely an entry spanking to set the tone. 

Still in her strict corporate attire, Erin takes Lexi over her knee and begins with a warm up onto his layers of lace and frills. 

With the dreaded wooden hairbrush at the ready, Lexi's frilly bloomers eventually come down. He is spanked on the bare, brush included, until Erin is satisfied that he has entered the proper headspace to sustain his role for the weekend. 

Lexi's humiliation reaches a climax, when he is brought downstairs, now in the presence of the alpha-male, Brad. The entire situation and this arrangement, orchestrated predominately by Erin, is uncomfortable for both males in the room. 

Brad will awkwardly break the silence with something like, "uh oh, looks like someone has been a bad little girl." 

Poor Lexi has to stand in the timeout corner in silence, as Erin and Brad sit to have dinner. Lexi's disgraceful cornertime could be anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour, with his red bum on display. 

After dinner, Lexi's conditioning and training officially begins. Erin has been in her heels and business attire all day, while at work and remained unchanged during the spanking and her dinner with Brad. For the first time today, she finally slips out of her heels. Lexi is called from the corner and invited to kneel and rest his nose inside her high heel. 

Brad is still cleaning up the kitchen after dinner and by the time he comes to sit on the couch and watch TV, Lexi has now been permitted to massage and kiss Erin's tired feet. 

Today, Erin was wearing nude knee highs in her heels. Lexi was not permitted to remove them. He had to perform his foot worshipping over the thin and pleasantly-scented veil of nylon. 

Brad and Erin talked and watched some Netflix, as the white-noise that was Lexi, continued to kiss and nuzzle Erin's feet. 

This is all Lexi would be receiving tonight, as far as sexual stimulus goes. Just the scent and taste of Erin's hosed feet. Lexi gets sent to bed early while serving his weekends at the Facility and it was almost bedtime. 

Erin picked out some appropriate nightwear for the poor sissy and helped him slip the delicate little thong over his pink chastity cage. 

Lexi was kissed goodnight as Erin reminded him about his morning ritual, she pointed to the high heels she wanted him to be in by morning, to complement his sheer nightie

With that, it was lights out for sissy Lexi, as he heard the cell door to his princess bedroom shut and lock. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Continued in: Sissy's morning ritual

 

Heavenly Hash

Continued from: Don't try this at home!

Would you let me abduct you, tie you up and have my way with you? Bound to a chair, bare naked, with my panties in your mouth to keep you quiet? 

I'm sure you'd struggle and fight and cry out, "no please Ma'am, don't force me to lick your gorgeous pussy, I don't wanna!"

Ya ok...you'd have it so bad it would seem. Please! ;) 

Well, my very special client Nancy, didn't have to "let" me do anything, she actually asked for it, amidst this marathon of a scene. 

Thus far, Nancy had been placed in a thirty-minute timeout alongside a sissy slave. She was paddled and caned in front of others in a classroom setting, with her knickers pooled around her ankles and dressed head-to-toe like a schoolgirl. She was sent to the Principal's office after this, where she was spanked over-the-knee and paddled again. Once her tears dried she was made to clean the gym supply room, which only led to her being blackmailed by the creepy Coach and "forced" to suck his cock. 

When her school day finally finished, she was on her way to catch the make-believe bus and head home, but was abducted at knife-point by a pair of sadistic freaks. 

These two savage animals, now had her captive in some creepy basement, blindfolded, gagged and terrified.  

The two captors would leave her in silence, unable to see but forced to listen to the running of a furnace or the dripping of old pipes. 

They would return and randomly re-position her, all while groping at her tits, grabbing her ass and pussy and whipping at her with canes and floggers. 

The two captors had a script that was all designed for Nancy's benefit. They would argue in front of her, fighting over who gets to fuck her first.

They even went so far as to drag her around the room by her hair, whipping her bare legs in the process and dehumanizing her by making her eat from a pet's bowl. 

"If you end up seeing my face, or my partner's face, you'll never leave this basement, slut!" I barked at her, struggling to remain in the role she wants me in. (It's sooooo not me. At ALL, but she's a paying for me to act this way).

As you know, all of this is just an illusion, a fantasy that Nancy wished to play out. Her level of arousal was incredible! When my partner-in-crime and I got her up and shackled to the bed, to cut her cheer uniform off her body, I could see the proof of her arousal on the gusset of her delicate panties. They were absolutely soaked!

This phase of random beatings, dehumanizing and degradation was just to soften her up and allow her to enter a headspace where she believes this is all being done against her will. 

When we finally began to sexually "assault" her, she wasn't struggling or fighting with us at all. She moaned through her gag when she was in one, and eagerly embraced our cocks.

The stunt-cock I was using for this elaborate session was actually Branson, the Principal. Hehe! 

He had a lot more sexual longevity since he blasted a load into Kaylee's mouth. Nancy was likely in for some serious fucking and sucking. 

I threw on a stunt cock too, my trusty strap-on, so we could treat her to some spit roasting. 

We used a system of suspended reality or accelerated timings. We wanted Nancy to feel that she has been captive in this space for several days. We would fuck her for a bit, "force" her to suck cock and clean herself off the dicks that had just been inside her, then cage her up and leave her. 

Branson and I would return like 10 minutes later, speaking as though hours had gone by or that it was evening now. 

Nancy admitted to me during our session debrief and aftercare, that she would secretly masturbate and cum when we caged her up. Haha! What a naughty little sprite! 

My fault for not cuffing her wrists behind her back. Oh well, I'm glad she enjoyed all of this. 

We did about three cycles of to the cage and from the cage, with aggressive and rough sex in between. 

This was probably the most wild BDSM scene I've ever been involved with, and I do this for a living! 

We finished the scene in somewhat of a surprising manner. I mean, it wasn't scripted ahead of time. Branson was under orders that when he cums, it would bring an end to the session. So I told him to hold-out as long as he can. 

At some point during our third cycle of dragging Nancy out of her cage, Branson orgasmed his huge load of cum, directly onto my asshole. 

Then the stud grabbed Nancy's head and rubbed her nose in it, eventually removing her gag and making her lap it all up!

Wow. No more kid's table with those big-boy moves. Well done Branson! 

I got the added bonus of feeling Nancy's lovey tongue on my asshole. I ended up turning over while my partner-in-crime "forced" her mouth onto my pussy. She brought me to two amazing orgasms. 

I found out later this was her first time ever licking a pussy. Girls just know how to do it better! It comes naturally. 

She had me toe-curling in no time. 

As we were in the midst of seeing her out, those feel-good and fight or flight chemicals were still surging through her body. She was giddy, uplifted and very appreciative of all the work that went into her session. 

I almost felt like the entire cast and crew of this hot mess, should all come out and take a bow, maybe get handed a bouquet of roses.  

As the door opened Nancy stood at the threshold, just staring out into the "normal" world. She sighed. I knew what she was thinking...

"It's difficult to enjoy vanilla when you've had a taste of heavenly hash, isn't it sweetheart?" I cooed to her as she left. 

She turned back to me and smiled, while blowing me a kiss. 

Do not attempt heavenly hash play if, one, you have a peanut allergy, or two, you haven't established a safeword! ;) 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Foodie Porn

 

A Proper Homecoming

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