French Cut

Continued from: Pretty Please

I just watched the new movie trailer for Napoleon. My word does it look epic! From a Director who is no stranger to bringing us epic films. 

Speaking of the French, and my French-speaking wife, Summer, have you ever seen anything more feminine, elegant and beautiful as this? 

This is a picture that Vanessa took of Summer a few weeks ago, before they both left for a flight from YYZ to Atlanta and back again. It was like click-bait for her fetish-fans, she was totally sucking them in with the amplified elegance of French-cut hose. 

Our slutty Secretaries, Bella and Sarah Jane, back in the office, took this image and started featuring it on the fans sites. They were creating a decent amount of hype online, like real-estate agents seem to do these days when they try to entice a bidding war with their "coming soon" signs.   

Well...the hype certainly worked! Summer's French-cut hose, worn in her hot, leather, high heels aboard a round-trip to Atlanta, had 45 bids at the starting price of $89.99 and 67 people watching. Not too shabby! Fast-forward to today, the two foot-Goddesses Summer and Vanessa have Russell in my bedroom, in a pilot's uniform and I'm not sure if he realizes just how lucky he is.

Lets poke our head in on them and see what these two vixens are doing with poor Russell shall we?

Suntan French-cut this time? Well done Summer! They look fantastic. The scent from Russell's current predicament, must be intoxicating. 

As he inhales deeply, he is met with a heady combination of Summer's natural scent and the lingering fragrances of her perfume and body lotion. The fabric of her pantyhose carries the scent of her most intimate area. Russell feels a rush of both submission and arousal. 

Vanessa hits record on all the video equipment in the room, to capture the magical moment when Summer gently rests the gusset of her well-worn pantyhose against Russell's nose. 

"Do you know how much people pay us for these tights, Captain?" Vanessa firmly spoke. 

I guess their naughty little production has a script too! Cute. 

Russell's gasped for air as Summer removed her plump ass from his face, allowing him to breathe and respond. 

"No Ma'am," he gasped out. 

"You should consider yourself very privileged, Captain," Summer added, as she slips out of her high heels and places her hosed foot on Russell's nose. 

He can feel the warm dampness emanating from her sole, as her delicate arch came to rest on the tip of his nose. The unique blend of the day's toil, the warmth of the leather heels and the faintly lingering notes of lotion enveloped his senses. 

They certainly put on a good show for their fans, teasing the poor "Captain" with the most powerful of the human senses. The one most associated with the limbic system of the brain, which is involved with vivid memory and deep emotion. 

Their photo and video shoot wrapped up with the two little vixens tangled in a passionate embrace. Their bare breasts were mashed into one another while Summer was engaged in a lovely French-kiss. 

When it was all said and done, Summer, being Summer...surprised Russell by jumping into his arms and cooing to him in her baby-voice. 

"Thank you for helping us Daddy." She purred. 

"Oh dear...ok sweetheart. I'm happy to have helped." 

Russell awkwardly chuckled, likely trying to hide the fact that he has a massive boner in his pants from this whole ordeal. 

I'm sure if I inspected the inner front of his underpants, it would be dabbed like a bingo card with glassy little stains of pre-cum. 

Spanking Russell the other day, watching him trust me enough to open his raw emotions during his spanking, and now seeing him "under the stiletto" once again, I couldn't help but feel an old spark ignite within me. 

I thought I'd try my luck and see if he felt the same way toward me, as he did a decade ago. 

The girls disappeared to finish up their content editing. I playfully sat on the bed and summoned Russell to join me. As he got closer, I extended my feet and instructed him to remove my heels for me.

I started innocently enough. "These ankle straps are tricky, can you kneel and help me honey?"  

"Yes Ma'am." He quickly responded.

It would seem that spanking the other day, did him some good. Good boy!

I invited him up on the bed and we chatted, reminisced and giggled about our old D/s days together. 

"Do you remember when you used to worship my feet for hours?" I purred to him, all while kicking up my feet right by his face, and crossing my ankles in the most dainty of position. I swayed my feet back and fourth with the motion of my knees. Was I being too forward?? Haha.

Finally, I felt his strong hands grabbing the top of my foot, while his thumb gently traced a line down my tender arch. *Moaaaaaan! Gawd damn, I felt that right in my pussy!

"May I, Mistress Andrea?" Russell chivalrously asked. 

I purred back to him. "Mmmmm, you may!" 

He didn't miss a single inch of my feet and toes. His mouth felt so good. The sucking sensation on my baby toes had me reaching inside my panties and diddling myself to a shuddering orgasm. 

I encouraged Russell to relieve himself also. Between his time with the girls and now watching me orgasm while my toes were in his mouth, I'm sure he was quite aroused and desperate for release. 

The girls might be the foot-porn stars but let me tell you, I'm no slouch either. Look at my pretty little piggies! 

For the sake of his bare butt, let's hope Russell remembers how he is expected to clean this mess up!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

 

Continued in: "And Thank you for Fucking my Wife"

 

  

Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 2

Continued from: Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 1

A Sarah Jane story 

In my last post I blogged about my initial experience in the "shoe closet", which is the fetish room at Mistress Andrea's Facility, exclusively dedicated to foot worship. I use the term "initial experience" because the torture and torment I was enduring had only just begun. 

Miss Summer and Miss Vanessa, both dressed as Flight Attendants, had me gagged and bound to a chair with a remote vibrator up my pussy. I was being forced to watch a slideshow of women's feet, women's footwear and women's feet in bondage, all while the vibrator pulsed and buzzed inside me. 

Essentially I was being forced to orgasm, while looking at images of feet. I thought it must have been some sick, twisted manner of slave conditioning. Forcing me to associate my own pleasure with something I don't find pleasurable...feet!

Apparently Mistress Andrea does a similar conditioning program with male slaves. I learned about it in my junior school classes. Tactics like only unlocking a male's penis to masturbate or edge him, if he sucks a realistic dildo for her. Or only unlocking his penis for a hand job, if he's fully dressed like a sissy girl. Powerful stuff!

After my second shuddering orgasm, directly into my panties, maybe their tactic was starting to work and break me down. Maybe they were altering my mind a little. Some of these images were undeniably gorgeous! 

 

What I also began to notice and appreciate, was how much some styles of female footwear, emulate the look of bondage. Is that done on purpose? To deliberately or subtly display a female to the rest of the world as confined and bound, beginning with her feet? Or is it just to sexualize the feet? 

That might be too political and too deep for me to comprehend right now, certainly when there is a vibrator trapped in my pussy. 

Quite sexy I must say. A look that belongs in a BDSM dungeon as much as it belongs at a courtyard bistro. 

Before I had the chance to embarrassingly and shamefully cum a third time, to feet porn, the vibrations ended and the slideshow monitor darkened. Summer and Vanessa returned to the room and removed my gag and bondage. I was mortified when she reached for the toy in my pussy, having to negotiate the gusset of my panties which were drenched at this point. 

I was knelt before the pair of them and Summer used me as a seat. 

"How do you feel?" Summer asked me. 

I replied that I was embarrassed. Embarrassed that I was forced to cum to images of female feet. 

She then encouraged me to cradle her high heel with my hands, and rest my lips against her gold anklet that encircled her nylons. 

While I was still in a kneel, Summer told me to unfasten the ankle straps of her heels and slip them off her feet. Vanessa moved in closer so I could undo her heels also. I was forced to rest my nose inside the high heel of Summer and manually masturbate to orgasm. Despite my gut-churning humiliation, I came almost instantly before my head was moved into Vanessa's high heel, so I could repeat the degrading process again. 

With my body still trembling from the orgasms, I was laid prone on my back, as they took turns resting and running their nylon soles over my mouth and nose. There was a dampness I could feel in the nylon and definitely a scent, but not an unpleasant one. 

I spent the next few hours kissing and licking their hosed feet and toes, their shoes and even a pair of boots that Vanessa put on. Their feet were not dirty, nor was their footwear, but I felt dirty and degraded by performing these acts. Dirty and degraded enough that my pussy remained soaked throughout this whole ordeal! *Sigh

In the time I spent in the "shoe closet", I had gained a new-found appreciation for just how sexy a woman can be, below the knees, if she puts the effort in. Vanessa and Summer's feet are absolutely pristine. I learned about the use of toe rings, nail polish, anklets and hosiery. All things they told me I would need to know, before I ever make it to the upper floor.  

Summer wrote me a proper report card of my experience in the shoe closet. I had to take the report card to the Headmaster for review. I think she had been overly gracious with my grades. 

Categories like eagerness and enthusiasm I got a B minus when I probably should have earned a D! I'll have to thank Summer later, if I had a D on my report card I wouldn't be sitting comfortably for a week and I'd likely be demoted back to diapers and onesies. 

Nevertheless, I was still punished. I am required to achieve straight A's only. The Headmaster had me spend 30 minutes in timeout, in just my bra with socks and shoes while he prepared a note to take home to my "Daddy". 

(Which is funny because it's the same person playing both roles! *blush) 

I'm not sure what the note said when I passed it to Daddy, but it must have rhymed with "Daddy's Belt". I got a good lickin' over his knee when I got “home”. Over my skirt first, over my panties and then on the bare. 

When my belt strapping ended, I watched as Daddy placed the final gold star on my chart, under the category of "feet appreciation". I wiped my tears and hugged him, thanking him for consequencing me and the promotion to "senior school". 

Finally, I was going to be free of this room and upgrade to a "big girl's" room and big girl's bed. I was excited! 

I thought I better thank Daddy, before jammies and bed and possibly...the last night spent in this frilly, pink room.

Thank you Daddy. 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: "Big-Girl Room"

Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 1

Continued from: The New Recruit

A Sarah Jane story

A month or so had passed since I was promoted to the rank of "junior schoolgirl". I got into a fairly regular routine of showing up to the Facility in the mornings, to be greeted by Cassandra. I'd be corporately or professionally dressed, just to experience the dichotomy of having that feminine power and confidence stripped away. 

I'd soon find myself in the regulation attire of "junior school". It meant pigtails, very short kilts and either knee socks or those little ankle socks with the ruffles around the tops. Sometimes I was required to wear socks and heeled sandals...icky! It was dreadful looking. 

I felt shame and vulnerability most of the time. I was constantly humiliated yet constantly aroused. I was embarrassed to be clicking around in my patent Mary Janes, while the rest of the stunning women around the facility were power-strutting in their five-inch stilettos. I was ready to be promoted again. I wanted to be more like those other ladies, rather than dressed like a naughty little girl. 

I had one final class and assessment in my junior school curriculum, before the "Headmaster" (Russ) would consider me for promotion. I had been avoiding it. The class was called "foot worship". I had a fairly good hunch as to what it would entail but also a bit of anxiety of the unknown. The class was taught by substitute "teachers", Miss Summer and Miss Vanessa. 

I don't know who Vanessa is but Summer and I got to know each other a little. We played adult Twister where my face was essentially pressed against the seat of her mini skirt. Later that evening I went down on her while I was being fucked. I guess that qualifies as getting to know each other a little. 

I knew about their special closet at the Facility and how much male clients pay them to be in that space. I guess then men sniff their high heels after they've been worn and buy their nylons and stuff? When I was reluctant to complete the "foot worship" class, I assumed this is what the content would be. Nevertheless, absent of a foot fetish, I needed to take this class to be promoted by the Headmaster. 

*Sigh*

Like many of my other experiences thus far at the Facility, I found myself kneeling with my eyes down. My heart beats out of my chest, my stomach is in my throat and I wait quietly, for the first sign of any sort of stimulus. This time it was the sound of confident heel clicks against marble, followed by a slip-stream of expensive perfume. My substitute teachers had arrived, and when I snuck my eyes up to peek, I noticed they were dressed like Flight Attendants. 

Without warning, Summer was up under my skirt and pulling the front of my panties aside. She told me to spread slightly and in one fluid motion, an object was inserted into my soaked pussy. It was oddly shaped and pink in colour. My greedy pussy gobbled the object up with ease, and the little tail portion rode up my slit toward my clitty. 

Nothing further was said, as the pair of them helped me into a chair and busied themselves tying my ankles, knees and wrists together with soft ropes. A red ball gag was placed into my mouth by Summer and fastened around my head. She kissed my cheek and seductively purred to me, "hello again Sweetie." 

Summer introduced Vanessa briefly, I could only nod my head in her direction as drool cascaded from my lips. Vanessa rolled a TV monitor into my field of view and started what appeared to be a slideshow. They dimmed the lights and both of them clicked out of the room, leaving me alone. 

The slideshow illuminated to life. Each photo hung in place for about 15 seconds, before fading out and being replaced by the next. 

By the third photo, the toy in my pussy suddenly whirled to life in a crescendo of intense vibrations. I shrieked into my gag, startled by the sudden shock of the sensation. I pulled against my bondage but the girls had me roped-off to the chair quite snugly. Ironically enough, the third photo happened to be rope bondage on hosed ankles. 

Followed by another one...

I couldn't help but appreciate the artistic beauty of some of these photos. Like they were actually pleasant to look at, beautiful even. In that moment of epiphany I must have let my guard down, subconsciously. I felt an orgasm building, assisted by the powerful toy that was trapped in my pussy and being remotely controlled. 

As another photo appeared, I tipped over the edge and came, directly and shamefully into my panties, all while looking at a female foot in a sandal and groaning against my ball gag.  

Was I being brainwashed in this closet of hell!! What were they doing to me?! 

The slideshow kept rolling and the vibrator resumed its relentless onslaught. I was about to orgasm a second time. 

Please help! !

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 2

 

  

 

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