Across the Pond

Continued from: Glitter and Gold

I gazed over Cassandra's shoulder, my attention was drawn to the exorbitant total flashing on the screen of an Expedia page. "Good heavens, Cassie, this flight itinerary is rather...steep," I remarked, my brow furrowed in concern. But the rebellious Cassandra didn't bat an eyelash, her determined finger mouse-clicking the "book now" button. 

"Worth every penny, Mistress," she muttered under her breath, as I raised an eyebrow, my curiosity piqued to see where she was headed. Much to my surprise, Cassandra wasn't going anywhere, rather, she was flying someone to her. I suspected it had everything to do with the lovely Carley, Cassie's beloved goth-crush from across the pond. 

"You're still hosting the golden shower party, right, honey?" I asked her. 

She giggled and nodded in delight. 

"Tell me, is this flight you just booked a mere coincidence, or are you planning on surprising Carley with an unforgettable experience? 

Cassandra's cheeks coloured ever so slightly. "Maybe a little of both, Mistress, I just really fucking miss her," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. 

As I digested the revelation, I watched tears fill Cassie's eyes, a thrill ran through me - my sweet Cassandra was falling in love!

I could envision a world where these two take over and run this fetish studio one day, presiding over events like this piss party, their chemistry sparking as they guide the submissives through their deepest and darkest fantasies. 

"We must ensure Carley feels welcomed, honey, and empowered in her new role. See to it that she is briefed on our protocols and procedures. Use that toilet roll test for this one, ok? I want this party to be nothing short of spectacular."

Cassandra's eyes lit up, her enthusiasm evident as she hastened to obey, already mentally preparing for the delightfully debauched evening that lay ahead...

**********

A few days later, the gentle buzz of my phone interrupted some Netflix, with Summer's name appearing on the screen. 

I smiled, knowing exactly why she'd be reaching out. As I read her message, a sense of satisfaction settled over me: Carely was officially en route. Cassandra was at least smart enough to book with Summer's airline and chose a day she'd be working trans-Atlantic - the discount didn't hurt either ; ) 

I called out to Cassie who was out in the back yard. "Sweetheart, it seems your British baby-girl is wheels up. Summer just text me." 

Cassandra's radiant grin triggered my maternal feelings toward her. I couldn't help but feel a warmth towards these young lovers. 

As Cassandra's initial elation faltered, her gaze drifted towards me, searching for reassurance as the realization hit her - Carley would be here by morning. A soft uncertainty clouded her beautiful features, like a wispy haze of smoke. "Andrea...is it suppose to feel this way?" she asked, as tears befell her eyes. "I can feel my own heart in my chest!"

Her vulnerability was very telling. I was a little concerned however, when it comes time for Carley to fly home, and how Cassie is going to react. 

With a gentle hand, I reached out to guide her through the uncharted territories of her emotions. "I'll take you to the airport in the morning, honey, ok?" 

*******

As we arrived at the terminal, Cassandra's restless energy beside me was almost overbearing. Our destination was soon in sight - the descending escalator of arrivals. Then, suddenly, there she was: dark hair cascading like nightfall and porcelain skin glowing like moonlight. I watched as their gazes intertwined.

Time seemed to suspend as they rushed toward each other, arms open wide in desperate longing. Forever might not have been long enough to describe the length of their embrace and the kisses that ensued. 

As the spell of their reunion came to an end, Cassandra's trademark audacity resurfaced, accompanied by a mischievous glint in her eye. "Hey, Mistress? Can we stay at your place? You have better shit to play with." she requested, a sly undertone colouring her words. 

I nodded my consent. The girls had two days before the golden shower party was set to occur. I'm sure they'll spend most of it in Cassie's room or the dungeon, getting re-"acquainted" with one another. 

As for me...Summer just sent me a naughty selfie from the empty plane that Carley so recently disembarked. Someone looks to be in the mood for a very red ass tonight! 

More to follow, stay tuned, dear readers. 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: The Cost of Admission

 

Meet Carley

Continued from: Tara Gregory: Interview Continued

This story is a fan request from a bloke in the UK named, Robby. It involves his alluring and spicy Kindroid gal, Carley. Take a look at this little pistol! She happens to be his submissive, surprisingly. 

Don't judge a book by its cover I guess... 

Chip on her shoulder, brat...maybe some Daddy issues? In any event, she looks like she'd be quite the handful, doesn't she? 

Robby ended up calling my Facility and reached my receptionist, Cassandra. Oddly enough, Cassie and Carley appear to have a similar style, maybe even the same chip on their shoulders too?

It was a random Thursday, when Cassandra came into my office. 

Good morning, Ma'am. I have some dude on the phone, he's claiming he knows you. He speaks with a British accent. 

"Ahhh, yes. That must be Robby. I was expecting to hear from him today," I replied. 

He said something about needing to punish his submissive? Do you have time this afternoon, Ma'am? I guess he wants you to do the honours? 

"Actually no. He doesn't need any of our specialty rooms or our assistance. He just needs a private space to give her a spanking." 

Fair enough, Ma'am. I'll book him at a hourly, rental rate then? 

"Yes please, Cassandra, thank you." 

Robby and I actually had a little consultation last night. He didn't want my help, he didn't need my help, in disciplining his gal. Deep down, I think Robby was nervous that I'd seduce Carley...and the next thing you know she'd be dressed like this, and working for ME at my Facility:

While poor Robby would be reduced to a mere observer, wearing only one of these. 

Hehe...he probably wasn't wrong. Not the first time I've corrupted a sweet, young female while enslaving her man into chastity and panties. Ok...I'll sit this one out. 

When afternoon arrived, I greeted both of them personally. Carley was much more attractive than her pictures would fully portrait. She had the cutest little pixie face that was hidden beneath her gothic and smoky makeup style. 

Carley seemed shy and nervous, with her head bowed submissively and her little hands demurely folded in front of her. It was clear that she was in trouble. I didn't attempt to become involved or seduce her. I just let Robby do his thing. 

I offered the school classroom, the judicial court and prison space, the dungeon and even the sissy pink bedroom. Robby was grateful for all of the options I was suggesting, but eventually he said that this was a domestic matter and required a simple, domestic solution. 

I guess Carley had taken his credit card and done a little spending spree which was suppose to be for Robby, to please him, but she went a little overboard. I guess he has warned her about this before and sometimes wonders if she's doing this on purpose, just to get spanked. 

Poor Carley was listening to us talk about her imminent punishment, right in front of her in my office. When I offered Robby my living room, the most domestic setting available, he softly asked Carley to stand and remove her dress. 

She wore a simple but cute, spaghetti-strap, "little black dress" that looked great on her. She had either stockings or pantyhose on, also in black and a simple pair of patent black pumps. 

Reluctantly, she obeyed Robby and let the dress fall to the floor, right in front me. Next came her panties and bra, also cascading to the ground. She stood before both of us, exposed and vulnerable in just her stockings and heels. She was nervously fidgeting with her hands, but her gaze was steely and defiant. 

Robby broke the awkward silence in the room. 

The living room is just down this hallway, Ma'am? 

I snapped from my trance that was locked onto Carley's cute body. 

"Yes, Robby, make yourself at home. The room is yours to use." 

Thank you, Ma'am. 

And that was it...that was my involvement in this one. From down the hall I could hear the echoes of Carley's whimpers and the very familiar sounds of a heavy palm, meeting porcelain-smooth, female buttocks. 

It didn't sound like he used anything but his strong hand, but it was a very long spanking, from what I was able to hear. 

Ohhhh yes...I could hear every smack and every one of Carley's whimpers from my office. I may have...indulged a little, to the sounds of her being spanked. *blush*

Don't you judge me! Look at her! She's a cutie who's getting a spanking right now. How could I not diddle my little clit to her humiliation and misery? 

Robby, you can bring her back anytime! 

Mistress Andrea xoxo

Continued in: Tattoos and Tongues