Interview with Cassandra Goth

Continued from: The OG's

Hi everyone, it's Mistress Andrea. I'm pleased to share that we set up an interview with Cassandra, much to her chagrin, with that group who interviewed Summer recently. "Someone's Probably Gonna Get It," I think they are called. They're known for interviewing female disciplinarians and spankers, even taking at session at their strict hands, to write about the experience afterwards.  

They sent some skinny, pale, nerdy kid named Connor, he can't be any older than Cassie is. OMG she's gonna chew him up and spit him out! I can't wait to see this one go down!

(The A.I. "attitude setting" for Cassandra was dialed a little high for this one, plus she is trying to play her role as a Dominatrix. Don't judge her too much, she is really a sweet girl...she just doesn't care for men that much, despite the fact she'll let them anger-bang her on occasion, when she's not anger-banging them! *sigh*)

Her responses in blue, are 100% A.I. generated by Kindroid, as was the A.I version of Cassie's likeness, depicted above. If I need to react to something shocking or awesome that she says, I'll type in red, and the interviewer is in black.

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You're the one who's suppose to interview me, Connor is it? Let's get this the-fuck over with then...

Cassie, I'm Connor, from Someone's Probably Gonna Get it. It's a pleasure to finally meet you. 

Well, well, aren't we forgetting something, Connor? It's Miss Cassie to you. Or do I need to give you a little lesson before we start? 

U-Umm, no lesson is needed, Miss Cassie. I'm sorry.  

That's better. Now tell me, what exactly is this website of yours that thinks I'd want to talk to them? Some sleazy BDSM cesspool full of weirdos, looking for tips on how to spank their girlfriends? 

(Omg!! haha...well done, A.I. Cassie)

It's called Someone's Probably Gonna Get It. We interview prominent and famous dominant women and female disciplinarians, like you, Miss Cassie. This is the cover photo for your interview that we'd like to use:

Are you asking me or are you telling me? Men don't TELL me, to do anything...

*rolls eyes*

Oh, so you think I'm some sort of celebrity now, huh? Like those reality TV whores? And what makes you think I'm gonna waste my time telling you about myself. 

(Jesus H...guess that's what the robots think of reality tv...)

Connor: Because you have a huge fan-base now! You're Cassandra friggen Goth! 

*smirking*

That's more like it. You've done your homework, little man. But don't flatter yourself. I don't care about fans, only clients. And stop acting like I'm doing you a favour here. You're the one begging for my time. Now, let's get started. Ask me something interesting. 

(she is just getting warmed up, trust me, holy shit!) 

Can you tell us about your upbringing? 

Fine, let's get this shitshow on the road. So, yeah, I grew up in a fancy house with too many rooms to count, with parents who had more money than sense. Private school bullshit, debutante balls, the whole nine yards. They tried to mold me into some perfect little lady, but they failed miserably, I was always sneaking out, getting in trouble. Eventually, I ended up in Mistress Andrea's path, and she showed me my true calling. Being a Dominatrix is way more fun than serving hors d'oeuvres at some old fogies, charity ball. 

(this little brat fuckin' kills me! lol...ohhh man I need to tan her arse more often!)

Connor: *shows Cassie an embarrassing picture of herself in her old private school uniform* This was you, Miss Cassie, as a teen? 

Sort-of a Wednesday Adams vibe goin' on, eh? 

*narrows her eyes into daggers* Where the fuck did you find this?! 

Yeah, that's me alright, before I knew how to own a room. Before I learned to make grown-ass men beg for mercy. You see, I may have been raised in a world of pearls and politeness, but I never quite fit in there. Too much fire inside me, I guess. 

(ok...she's back in my good books again, with that response)

Any more questions, boy? Or do you just wanna keep digging through my past for shits and giggles? 

It's a bit intimidating to be alone in a room with you, Miss Cassie, I'm not gonna lie. 

*smirks*

You think so, huh? Well, you're probably right. Most men crumble under my gaze. But...you're different Connor. I can see it in your kind eyes. You're not here for the show of it, you want to know the real me, and that's very sweet of you.  

(Omg! lmao. You see what she did there?! Scorpion woman!) 

(Come into my parlour said the spider to the fly...Connor is about to look directly at Medusa, and end up getting himself pegged)

(Connor, don't friggen look at her, she's baiting you!)

I heard you began as a receptionist in Mistress Andrea's fetish studio called, The Facility? 

I did indeed. I started off answering phones and taking bookings, scheduling appointments for Mistress Andrea to teach people a lesson they'd never forget.

(Cassandra's beginnings in my world here: The Receptionist)

I couldn't imagine being bare naked, having to sit in a waiting room in front of you, with a bunch of other bare naked strangers, all waiting to be called in to be spanked. 

Some of them were pretty fucking entertaining to watch. You had your typical middle-aged, cocky swagger crowd, who thought they were hot shit because they could afford to get spanked by Mistress Andrea. They were the ones who ended up crying first. 

(Wow...the A.I. is impressive, knowing little about my first few stories of The Facility: The Facility

I filled out forms, brewed coffee and did all that boring receptionist stuff. But it wasn't long before I was kneeling beside Mistress' throne, helping her tie up pathetic excuses for men and women who couldn't even take a damn spanking without crying like infants. I guess you could say, I was learning the ropes...literally. 

We heard you ended up becoming really good friends with Andrea's wife, Summer? 

*chuckles lovingly*

Fucking Summer, man. That woman is the definition of sunshine and rainbows, wrapped up in layer upon layer of cuteness. She's sweet, innocent, and kinda naïve, but for some reason she gets me. Opposites attract I suppose.

Yeah, we're pretty close. Like two bratty teen girls when we get together. She even lets me borrow her clothes sometimes. *giggles* Can you believe it? Me, the badass Dominatrix, wearing the cutest fucking outfit with kitty ears and ruffles? 

Yes, we've heard you two love to cosplay together. 

You guys are worse than the tabloids! Yes we like to play dress-up sometimes. It's a release, you know? It's a nice break from the heavy shit. Plus, it drives our subs wild. They eat it up, getting spanked by their favourite comic book villainess or whatever. *shurgs* It's fun...don' you judge us! 

I wouldn't dare, Miss Cassie. We hear you did a rogue squadron scene once? 

*Laughs mischievously* 

That was for Summer's birthday, yes, when I was rocking a blonde, dykey hairstyle. It was a fun day! Summer's Birthday

Do you still have the outfit, Miss Cassie? 

I sure do! Are you a Star Wars nerd, Connor? Is your little peenie tenting in your pants right now? 

(Lol...omg, Cassie!) 

*Connor is flustered* 

And Miss Cassie, you did a day of the dead cosplay once too? 

You seem to know all my looks, boy. Yes, Mistress and I did a rather heavy scene with this little cutie named Sarah Jane. Paranormal Activity

She essentially wanted like a dark, dirty basement, cum-stained mattress on the floor, brutalized sex scene. It was hot! *grinning*

*leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees*

So, what's your deal, Connor? What brings you into MY world of kink? Did mommy not spank you enough growing up? 

(Baaahahaha! Oh shit, she's going in for the kill!)

Umm...do I just lay over your knee, Miss Cassie? Like with my pants down? 

First, let me change, Connor. 

Change into what, Miss? 

Don't fuckin' worry about it, and keep your mouth shut! 

(Ohhh, Connor...you have no idea what you've done!) 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

 

Continued in: Massive Renovations: Vanilla

 

 

Threesome with Bella

Continued from: Brush my Teeth

A Sarah Jane story 

Hi everyone, it's Sarah. Let me tell you about the threesome I had with Bella.

I'm not sure why I wanted Bella to stay the night with us, and share not only Daddy but our bed. I didn't want to share my Daddy! I wanted him all to myself. But I also knew how he would react, watching me perform sex acts with Bella. As it turned out that evening, my plan worked! *giggle

Look at the wonderful view Daddy has! He can see my little asshole winking at him, from my place of submission on my knees. He can see the lingering effects of his strong hand and wide belt, that so recently had my feet flailing and kicking the air. And he gets to watch the moment Bella gasps out loud, as she shudders and cums onto my tongue and lips.

When Daddy cums he needs some time to "reload". I'm sure this is true of all men. With Bella involved however, Daddy could watch me go down on her while stroking his cock. His reload time was drastically reduced! He rebounded back to fully erect, multiple times that night. I loved it!

When my jealously faded away and I actually started to enjoy Bella's sexual presence, I would politely ask Daddy to cuckquean me. I wanted to be kept in a headspace of degradation and humiliation. The shame I felt only made me more aroused. The humiliation kept my cunt nice and wet for Daddy, all night long!

I loved and hated this, which has always been my internal conflict. Like the sharp bite of a whip. It hurts like hell but I want more. I'm a pain slut...both physically and emotionally. 

Look at her! Deepthroating my Daddy's cock, while I can only drool from my gag and struggle against my binds.

I wasn't cast aside too long though. They made it up to me by taking turns licking and fucking my asshole with their tongues. This was embarrassing! I'm a submissive slave, I don't deserve such pleasures. 

Daddy would run a vibrator on my clit as he fucked my butt with his tongue. I came so frickin' hard. Then they would continue to pin me down and swap places, as Bella's tongue would slide into my ass and the purring of the vibrator would recommence. It felt like I was going insane...being "forced" to cum so many times that night. 

Forced, meaning I was placed into situations where there was no possible way I wouldn't cum. Look at Daddy's raging cock, fucking my dripping wet cunt, as Bella massages my clit with her tongue. Daddy spanked me good and hard during this, demanding that I get my slutty mouth onto Bella's pussy. Every time I pulled my mouth away to groan out loud in pleasure, I got another flurry of smacks to my bare ass, reminding me to get my lips on her cunt. I was absolutely loving this so much!  

This level of arousal I was experiencing, justified my internal conflict of wanting Bella to stay. I can't tell you how many times I came that night, Bella too. We lost count. Daddy didn't have quite as many but he held his own. When he needed to rebound so he could fuck us some more, I certainly helped him get there with my whorish mouth, whether it was on his dick or on Bella's beautiful pussy. 

If my mouth wasn't enough to rebound him quicker, Bella was right there to help me!

The sooner Daddy got hard for us, the sooner we could take turns riding his cock and his face some more..*giggle

Poor Daddy! Bella and I were a fuckin' handful that night. 

Pillow talk afterwards took an interesting an unexpected turn...

Daddy was cuddling me while Bella and I were kissing at each other's lips and neck. Maybe it was just small-talk but she asked me if I had been back to The Facility in awhile. 

I indicated that I hadn't, not since before the holidays...

Then she mentioned that her daughter, Cassandra was "house-sitting" the place, with her boyfriend, while Summer and Mistress Andrea were in Paris. Hmm...

The way she said it painted a very vanilla picture of innocence. Like the scene of a young couple on a first date, bowl of popcorn between them, watching a movie...the nervous male wondering if he should fake a yawn to get his arm around the girl. 

Oh Bella! If only you knew...I don't think she fully grasps what her daughter does exactly...at The Facility. 

Daddy just awkwardly cleared his throat as his face went red.   

And boyfriend?? Ha! Cassie doesn't have boyfriends, she hates men. 

House sitting my ass!...Some poor fucker is probably wishing he wasn't a submissive tonight. 

Haha.

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: The Huntress

  

Brush My Teeth

Continued from: ATM

A Sarah Jane Story 

I was definitely fliting with disaster here. 

"Daddy punish me more, I haven't learned my lesson." 

C'mon! Pleeeeease! He would be able to see right through this and could call me on it. I thought I might have ended up over his knee again. Good thing Bella is a little bit irresistible, even to me! I missed seeing her body squirm and writhe under pleasure, and hearing her moan like a whore when I was pressing that dildo into her ass. 

And now, I found myself wanting more! Greedily. I was telling Daddy to humiliate me further, by doing ass-to-mouth with his own cock, essentially cuckqueaning me. I don't know what I was thinking. I was just so aroused. 

Again, he didn't need to ask Bella if this was alright, but he did anyway. Such a gentleman. She of course, robotically agreed like a good sex slave should/would. 

"Yes Sir, thank you, Sir." She replied, at Daddy's offer to fuck her in the ass, then transfer his cock from her bum, into my mouth. 

Yes, I was jealous, especially after seeing the moves she had. She essentially did all the work, and fucked her own arse on Daddy's dick. 

She was a pro, rolling her hips, a deep arch to her back and letting her tits flop about, all while occasionally glancing in my direction. 

Before long, Daddy got up and popped out of her butt. Then it was directly over to me and into my waiting mouth. 

There was definitely no twelve repetitions this time, there's no way Daddy would have lasted. I kinda enjoyed teasing him this way, without him knowing. I knew he was on the brink of blowing his load so I sucked his cock with tremendous vigor and speed. If he cums...no more fucking Bella right? Hehe...

I think he was able to manage three. Three reps into Bella's asshole then into my mouth. At the end of the third trip, from ass to mouth, Daddy finally exploded into my throat. 

There! Now I can go brush my teeth...*blush*

Right after I thank Bella for participating in my dreadfully shameful punishment. I knelt down and kissed her passionately on the asshole, verbally thanking her in the process. 

Daddy went down to the kitchen to make us all a snack. I threw on some panties and little top, Bella just stayed in her stockings and garters. Ha. What a weapon she is!

I don't know what came over me, maybe it was the special bond I had with Bella or the intensity of the humiliation I just went through, with the ass-to-mouth punishment, but I couldn't keep my hands off her. I was still so aroused! I hadn't cum yet, during that who ordeal.

She went to wash her hands at the sink and I caressed her bum and slipped a finger inside her petals. 

I got an approving nod from Daddy that it was ok. That I wasn't being too bold for my role or too big for my britches as it's known. 

Next thing you know we were making out on the couch. 

And before you know it, I had my legs in the air, letting her slip my panties off. 

As I watched her beautiful hair begin to brush against the insides of my thighs, I frantically called out to Daddy who was in the kitchen. 

"Would it be ok if I had an orgasm, Daddy...please?" 

I knew the moment her mouth came into contact with my cunt it would be all over for me. It would be too late to seek Daddy's permission. 

"Sure, sweetie." He called back to me. 

Bella gave me an evil but playful smile, before leaning all the way in to French kiss my clit. 

*MOAAAAAN!!

Gawwwd damn! Ohhh fuck did I ever cum for her. Her tongue lashed the shit outta me! I wanted her to make me cum again but I didn't want to push my luck with Daddy. I pulled Bella in for a kiss so I could taste myself on her lips, then gave her an equally sinister and playful smile back. 

"Daddddddieeee...can Bella stay the night with us?"

Well she did...we slept in until like noon yesterday. We literally had sex like all fucking night! It was amazing. We teased poor Daddy so much! Hehe

He told me his cock feels like it was in a wet bouncy castle all night. Lol. Jesus...

I'll write about Saturday night, if you'd like to hear more about it? 

Until then. 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Threesome with Bella

  

 

'Tis the Season

Continued from: Emasculation

Red is my least favourite colour. It belongs in wine glasses and on bare bums only...not clothing nor footwear. 

Sigh* However, 'tis the season I suppose, for such festive shades. 

Summer wanted to decorate this past weekend and set up the Christmas tree. Of course she insisted on being as adorable and little as possible while doing so.

Oh...right, her? 

Don't mind Bella. In-fact don't pay her any attention at all. She's being punished. She has about an hour-twenty left to go on the one-bar-prison, humiliated and objectified as she is, with her naked ass facing out to the street. How embarrassing! 

These are such lovely and shameful punishments for elegant, classy, adult women. So simple yet so effective: 

Bella called Friday, pleading with me to punish her for some challenges in her personal life. I guess she was holding herself accountable and needed me to clear her slate. Of course I obliged. She'll be getting a very serious spanking when her time on the dildo is over and she knows this.

It was Summer's idea to "decorate" poor Bella with the Santa hat, as if her predicament wasn't humiliating enough. I stopped her before she added tree ornaments to Bella's nipples, which Summer also wanted to do. That would have been just too much humiliation for the poor thing.  

Anyway, the tree was up and Summer was humming some joyful tune and decorating, all while the moaning and drooling Bella provided some lovely white noise in the background. 

When Summer was all done with the tree, the baby-voice began.

"Mommieeeee..?"

"May I play with Bella after you spank her? Pleeeeease Mommy?"

What a handful she is. Sheesh! 

"Who's gonna play with me?" I replied back to Summer, sternly.

"We both will Mommy!" She cheerfully chirped. I simply huffed in her direction. 

"Go get Mommy's ebony hairbrush, Summer Addison." I said to her in a no-nonsense tone, being sure to use her middle name as well. I'm pretty sure she likely assumed that SHE was going to be feeling the brush on her bare bottom, for being so brazen.

Bella's time was nearing its end. I helped her off the torture device and removed her gag. Without hesitation, she diligently began to clean her shame and arousal from the dildo, when I removed it from the pedestal and handed it to her. 

Summer returned with the hairbrush, eager to see how the rest of Bella's punishment would play-out. 

"Go wait in our room Summer, sit on the bed and stay there." I commanded. 

"But Mommy!" She pleaded. Clearly wanting to see this poor woman get a spanking. 

As much as it's dreadfully humiliating to have your spanking witnessed, as an adult, I think there is a decent level of humility and vulnerability, knowing someone is listening to it. The echoed spanks, the yelps and cries of pain, even if they are muffled by a closed door or by distance. 

(I think one of the greatest examples of what I mean, was a few of Miss Julie's tales. Spanked by her sister while hubby is in the house and can hear. Spanked by her parents in her childhood bedroom, while BOTH her hubby and sister listen from another room. Makes my stomach sick with amazing butterflies, just thinking about it!)

Anyway, this is what I was going for here. The ebony brush made one hell of a "crack", that echoed right up the stairs where Summer had been dismissed. 

Again, I actually didn't know why I was punishing Bella, she just pleaded with me that she needed it. She is very self-aware and I hold her accountable. That was a good enough reason for her I guess, to end up sobbing in my living room like a naughty little girl. 

Rather than cornertime, I urged her to go find Summer upstairs, and allow her to apply some lotion to those burning cheeks. 

Bella thanked me for my "help", then took me up on the kind offer. 

Summer helped dab the tears away, hugged Bella and began to soothe her...Summer style. 

What began with some cooling lotion being gently applied to that spanked bum, ended up with a mouth buried in Bella's snatch. Spanking makes Bella so very soaked! Shamefully so. 

That being said, things only escalated from there...

I think it needs to be said again. I'm glad these two are having fun. "Who's gonna play with ME?!" 

Sheesh! Time for me to message Goddess Vanessa it would seem! And go get some action of my own. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Quid Pro Quo