Thanking after Spanking

Continued from: Sunday Maintenance Ritual

In the domestic discipline relationship that Summer and I enjoy, not only is it important for us to adhere to certain rituals and structure, but it is equally important for both she and I, that I be thanked after Summer is given a spanking. 

It doesn't matter if the spanking is her weekly maintenance, or if she has been punished for a real reason. Summer is always required to thank me after her cornertime. 

In a male-led, female-sub relationship, this may appear as the wife or girlfriend, getting down on her knees while her husband stands, and takes his cock into her mouth. The mere positioning alone, is strikingly symbolic of the D/s roles at play. 

Yes, Summer does take my strap-on like this, after she has been spanked, but not right off the bat. First she worships her "Queen”. 

Essentially what worship means for us, is that Summer gives me a massage, all the way from my toes, to just beneath my earlobes, only using her lips and tongue. She is not permitted to have my pussy, until she has earned it, by pleasing the rest of me. Generally, she begins with my feet. 

Each toe is individually kissed, then sucked on. First one foot and then the other, before she moves on to my soles and arches. 

She will kiss and lick all the way up my calves and thighs until she reaches my bum, which she skips for the time being, moving to my other leg to kiss all the way down it, back to my ankle. It is quite the little tease to feel her warm breath, graze past my asshole and pay it absolutely no attention. But she'll be back!

The same cute little French kisses are now planted all over my bare bum and into my bum crack which she also licks the full length of. The tease this time, is her hot breath now on my pussy, which she won't go near yet. Eventually her sharp little tongue finds its way into my asshole and I completely melt into the bed. 

I raise and spread for her, so she can passionately kiss my anus directly, moaning out loud as she does.

She traces up my tummy and along the sides of my ribs, which gives me wild goosebumps. Such amazing chills that my nipples harden instantly, just as her mouth arrives up there. Summer spends a few moments on both breasts and both nipples, kissing and suckling away. 

When she finally reaches my mouth for a kiss, this is the moment she purrs to me and formally thanks me for her spanking. We usually hug at this point and tell each other, "I love you." Then she makes the slow and deliberate journey back down my chest and stomach, having now earned my throbbing puss puss. 

When Summer's tongue finally gets to her ultimate prize, pussy worship begins. She has earned it, after doing such an amazing job with feet, legs and ass worship. 

I cum repeatedly, directly onto her pouty lips, in a number of wonderful positions, eventually ending with a face ride...my all-time favourite. 

When I flip around and face her feet, she continues to diligently lick as my fingertips use her nipples as speed and depth dials. This pinching and twisting, also causes her to moan directly onto my wet pussy. The vibrations feel amazing. 

This whole worship and thanking process takes well over an hour, sometimes considerably longer than that. When Summer knows this stage has concluded, without being prompted she goes to our wardrobe and gets a strap-on harness, which she helps me into and attaches. This is the symbolically submissive moment, when she kneels and takes my cock into her mouth. 

Just enough to lubricate the dildo nicely, before I take in a handful of her hair and fuck her on the bed.

If she can cum from penetration only, which is rare for her, she may, but she is not permitted to manually masturbate her clit while she's being fucked. 

Is it more of a discipline fucking by that logic? I guess so, it's rough. The strap-on we use for "thanking after spanking" is considerably larger than a standard one or the ones we use on the sissies. 

When I pull out of her for the final time, she thanks me once again. 

"Thank you Ma'am." Sometimes, "thank you Mommy," I usually hear, depending on her mood.

Then, just like someone flipping a switch, we are back into vanilla mode. Outfits and toys and implements all get cleaned up. We end up downstairs in jammies, giggling and watching a show, eating popcorn. 

Vanilla, despite how Summer likes to dress around the house, which is usually "little", especially after she's been spanked and fucked. She even kept her hair bow in for tonight! What a cutie. I love her so much. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Sissy slave to a Couple

 

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