Sports Betting

Continued from: Feet Lovers

[F/f] [spanking] [humiliation] [lezdom]

So the girls went on record and officially picked their teams for the Super Bowl last night, a game that before it started, could have gone either way. 

Patrick and the Chiefs probably represented the safe bet, while Jaylen and the Eagles could have been perceived as more of the gamble. 

As for me. I got to sit this one out, as my team are the New Orleans Saints. Black and gold...was there ever any question, it totally suits me! 

And, as many of you know who have read my blog in its entirety, New Orleans holds a special place in my heart. 

One of the nice features about living in Canada and being an NFL fan, is that we're not geographically bound to root for a home team. You can essentially just pick any team to become "my team". So the Saints have always been my jam. 

Alas, no black and gold to cheer for this year, and I certainly wasn't going to pick Taylor Swift's boyfriend's team. Hey, if we become the 51st state do we get an NFL team? The Toronto polar bears or something? That could be a perk to Trump's insanity...we get a home team to cheer for. 

There was talk once, about Canada getting a NFL team. I'm glad we didn't because we likely would have dicked it up. Having been to a tailgate before (Buffalo Bills), it is truly about the atmosphere and electricity of game day, the people, food and friends to enjoy the experience with. 

We still have laws pertaining to alcohol that date back to the prohibition era. People would complain about noise or traffic. There would likely be rules surrounding cooking in the parking lot, or that would be outlawed all together, so concession food has a monopoly. A tailgate would become a "beer gardens" to the tune of $12.99 for a can of beer. 

Yep, we would have dicked this up royally. Don't believe me, take a family of four to a Toronto Maple Leafs game, you'll be in for a thousand dollar night. 

Anyway...rant over. 

I ended up going with the Eagles, as the girls literally got into slutty cheerleader outfits with matching CFM boots. (Oooo, there's an old-school term!) 

Just as the kickoff was about to go down, Russ and I could hear them giggling and commiserating on the floor in front of us. They had apparently placed a wager on the game. The winning girl gets to spank the losing girl, followed by anal punishment. 

They asked us for permission to lay down this bet. Russell and I clarified with them, what exactly anal punishment consisted of. I guess the winner will get to strap-on bang the losing girl, in the butt. *Sigh, oh girls! That one was totally Sarah Jane's idea, I could tell, she's such a little butt-slut. 

With the stakes clearly laid out, the girls continued to giggle as they shook on it and hugged, sealing their fate with the bookies (Russell and I).  

By halftime, with a score of 24-0, our little Sarah Jane started to get quiet as Russ and I watched on in amusement. By the end of the game with the Eagles putting up 40 points to Mahommes' 22, Sarah Jane removed her panties and quietly walked to the corner to await her fate. 

At least she was a good sport about it! Certainly not a sore loser…yet! 

Russell and I watched from the opposing sofa as Summer took Sarah over her knee, lifted her adorable cheer skirt and went to town on her porcelain bare bum. Half way through the spanking I went to retrieve the "punishment" strap-on and some lubricant. We keep a special, more robust strap-on dildo for moments such as these, when "anal punishment" is necessary. 

Summer faced Sarah into the corner after her spanking, positioning her on all fours, starring ahead at the blank wall in shame and embarrassment. 

With a generous amount of lubricant, Summer saw to her task with a punishing enthusiasm, pounding her hips into poor Sarah's spanked bottom. The room was filled with Sarah's grunting, as she struggled to take her punishment. Each grunt was met with a sharp slap from Summer, telling her to be quiet and take it. 

We all slept in the same bed last night, all nestled in various positions of intimacy, Sarah Jane's spanked and ravaged ass, nuzzled against Russell's locked-up penis. 

"Sorry you lost," I heard him whisper to Sarah. 

"It was still a win in my books," she replied with a giggle from both her and Summer. 

What a pair, these two! Total butt sluts! 

Maybe next year, I'll enter the mix with a bet of my own. Maybe Russell and I should square off with a bet? One that could land me over Daddy's knee. Should I start shopping for my own cheer uniform? 

Hehe

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Feet Lovers

Continued from: Helping a Friend

[Flight Attendant] [feet] [foot fetish] [hosiery] [high heels] [F/m]

A.I prompt: Can you make me an image of a play on words. A Domino's pizza box that says "feet lovers" instead of meat lovers?

This was about the 30th attempt at this image above, and it's actually kinda cute. I can live with this one. 

This one was a bit concerning, with the knife, and not A.I. generated. This one came from the interwebs. Sorta cute also. 

You know what else is cute? My wife, Summer! 

Now get inside and warm those buns up before I'm forced to help you warm them up!

"Oui, Mummy." 

After a few years and over 300 short stories, I have realized that Summer herself, has never written one. She was interviewed once, by some wiener from the internet but she has not once, authored a story on here. Probably because her English is not 100%, she has a noticeable, one could say thick, French accent. Also very cute! 

Go have a look at her interview: Someone's Gonna Get It

So, dear readers, try to follow along as best you can, with her Frenchness sprinkled into this one. Take it away Summer, after you get off eBay and put your phone down. 

"Oui Mademoiselle." 

I remember zee moment I first realize zee power of my feet, so vividly. I was une jeune fille, fresh out of flight attendant training, et eager to explore zee vast world. One of my first long-haul flights, I found myzelf noticing some of zee male passengers...zey would be starring at my feet. My feet zat were encased in sheer black stockings and perched atop zee high stilettos. 

Zee hours spent walking up and down zee aisle, attending to pazzengers' needs, had left my feet aching and swollen. But as I admired zem, I could see what zaa silly men were seeing, 'ow shapely and elegant zey looked. Zee arch of my foot was perfectly defined, my toes delicately tapered, and zee skin smooth and unblemished. Look and zee for yourzelf:

It was zen zat I decided to celebrate my beautiful pieds, to adorn zem and show zem off to zee world. I began wearing dainty anklets and zee toe rings, painting my nails a deep, seductive red, and slipping into zee finest silk stockings and lace-topped hold-ups. I took all zaa pride in caring for my feet, massaging zem with luxurious French lotions and keeping zem soft and supple. 

After meeting ma cherie, Vanessa, she told me her naughti, naughti little secrets. She is a very bad girl, who needs zee spanks! Somezing we also dabbled in, cherie and I. 

After zees long flights we would kick off our heels in zaa h'otel room and snap pictures of our stocking-clad feets, zee sheer fabric clinging to our sweaty soles and toes. We posted zees images onto the internets, describing zee aches and pains of our travels, telling zee men how much we needed the massages and comforts. 

To my surprise, zee responses were overwhelming. Men from all over zaa world began messaging me, complimenting my feet and begging for more photos. Zees men were captivated by my feet, driven wild with desire by zaa sight of my sweaty stockings and exhausted arches. They offered me money, gifts, anyzing to convince me to send to them my worn nylons or shoes. 

And so, my little side business was born, I started selling my used stockings, pantyhose, and heels to zee highest biddars, carefully packaging zem to preserve my unique scent and zee evidence of my femininity. 

I developed a system with Vanessa's help, verifying the authenticity of my items, taking photos and videos of myzelf wearing zem, sealing zem in airtight bags with my signature and a personal note. 

But zee more I embraced my role as a purveyor of worn delicates (I was zelling my knickers, too) zee more I found myself drawn into zee world of kink and BDSM. Zee men who bought my items often had very specific requests, asking me about my last spankings or if I like to be tied up. I must admit, zier ideas were exciting to me. 

This is a time in her life where she can't explain it in English, but she basically didn't want her severed feet to end up in some dude's freezer. Oh look, a creepy basement!

The bad man on the internet said it was safe down there...go on, Summer. He just wants to take some pictures of your feet." 

Oh fuck! 

Safety, ladies! Safety, safety! I get the whole CNC (consensual non-consent) play, but please take care of yourselves and be smart about power dynamics play. 

Zat is when I met my beloved Mistress Andrea. She led me through zee various rooms of her Facilitee, each equipped with its own array of bondage gear, whips, and other implements of discipline. Here was a place where I could safely indulge my deepest, darkest fantazee, where I could surrender completely to zee pleasures of submission. She was tall and statuesque, with jet-black hair, piercing blue eyes, and a commanding presence zat made my knees weak. A woman who could bend me to her will, with nothink more zan a glance. 

Eventually, our relationship evolved beyond zee confines of zee fetish studio. We moved in together, sharing a grand mansion on zee outskirts of zaa city. Mistress continued to run her business, welcoming clients into our home and guiding zem tru dare own journey of submission and self-discovery. Meanwhile, I balance my duty as her devoted slave with my career as a flight attendant, jetting off to exotic destinations and returning home to kneel at her feet. 

Our love story culminated in dramatic fashion. I'm going to start crying. Our love story culminated in a hotel room in New Orleans, when Mistress hid her face from me, to hide zaa tears in her eyes. 

That storyline can be found here: I have a plane to catch

"I don't know how to say goodbye to you anymore." She zed to me. Right before she told me that she loved me. 

"Say it again..." I replied to her. Hehe, and she did! 

As I embraced my role as Mistress Andrea's devoted wife and submissive, she encouraged all of zaa feet content and grew my side-hustle into a lucrative business zat has made us beyond rich. 

Who would have thought, oui? Somezing zoe zimple as my little toes. 

Love always, 

Summer Addison Holiday 

💋

Continued in: Sports Betting

 

Helping a Friend

Continued from: Raise my Allowance

[F/f] [spanking] [cornertime] [lezdom]

Just look at her...

Standing in the timeout corner, in drop-seat jammies like a little girl, having been recently belt-strapped by a female friend. Isn't she just beyond adorbs!?

This of course, is none other than spanko, blogger royalty, Miss Julie...and she needs my help. 

This particular image was from a series that Julie wrote about her own experiences with a close friend. To this day, there has never been a series of tales that while I am reading them, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my face flush and my panties dampen. 

Two women, going shopping together for not only childish, drop-seat jammies, but a belt, that Julie knows will be later used to spank her. C'mon! Just breathtakingly incredible! Check it out here: 

Belting Tomorrow!

Over the years I have had the pleasure of collaborating with Miss Julie on a few projects. She was the inspiration to begin my blog in the first place and helped me to navigate some of my earliest works. Miss Julie even got her very own Sims character. 

"What do you mean no more Trump at the dinner table, Daddy?!" 

Her iconic OD-green cargos...check! 

This was a tribute storyline we collab'ed on. A concept where her Daddy spanked her on the bare, in front of the entire family at Sunday dinner. 

The spanking she never got

Inspired mostly by a previous post of hers, where she was literally put in the corner like a child, during a family dinner with her parents. Awesome work in that period of time, Jules! I could feel my own stomach twisting with a sympathetic kinship to your experience. 

Julie's Adult Cornertime

I think I mentioned in a recent post of mine, this new Babygirl movie (spoiler alert!!) involves a moment where Nicole Kidman's character is made to stand in the corner and face the wall. If the rest of the movie is garbage, I would watch it JUST for that part. 

Here's Julie's cargos, pooled around her ankles as her hubby, David, tans that pert little arse. "Money, politics, religion, young lady! Not at the dinner table and especially not Trump...who is currently threatening the sovereignty of Canada, Greenland and wants to buy the Gaza strip or something." 

Julie ended up apologizing to her entire family, naked from the waist down, then spent the rest of the dinner with her nose in the corner. All of which, is/was an actual fantasy of hers. Maybe next we'll have to make a Kindroid, A.I. Miss Julie!? Could you imagine?

Spanko, switch, humiliatrix, bi-curious, trad housewife, sometimes a brat. Omg - you tell her A.I. avatar that is who and what she is. The content would be gold!

I don't want this to become a political post. Despite everything that is going on these days it would be very easy to do so, but I'd prefer to escape to BDSM than confront reality. Lol

Maybe bring the buffalo guy and the other hillbillies from the insurrection...

I'll suit-up and grab some hardcore Canadians from the north and from the prairies. We can meet at Lundy's Lane (again), and settle this in a good dust up. 

Anyway, back to the blogger legend. 

Miss Julie and I collaborated a few more times over the span of my blog, which is relatively new, and hers, that holds the title of having over 17 million reads. When she started making e-books, I would pump her tires on my site or drop a little Easter eggs in my writing, to support her works. All available on Amazon and definitely a must-read for any spanko: 

Julie's E-Books

 

Which brings us to the reason behind this post. She's about to publish a new e-book! Exciting.  

Check out her post where she drops the hint that one is in the works: New Book Coming 

The concept is that some tiny, adorable little cheerleader named, Candy, gets "owned", probably spanked and "man" handled by her butchy, jacked, lacrosse-playing roommate. Almost reminds me of the dynamic between Skylar and Eesha, from my blog. 

So I attempted to stage Sky and E in the same dorm-room setting as Miss Julie's initial attempt to see what the A.I. would do. Meh, not bad. 

In any event, I offered to help Miss Julie with a potential cover for her new e-book, obviously not using Skylar and Eesha but a new twosome who capture the feel that Julie wants for this particular dynamic. 

Meet Ray, or Rae...maybe. Short for Raelyn.

Julie's initial feedback: "she's too pretty!" Lmao 

...said no one ever! 

"Ya, my girlfriend is nice and all...I just wish she wasn't so pretty, ya know?" 

Lol. Jules, you're adorable. I completely get what you mean though, and I did what I could to butch-up Rae as much as possible. 

Candy, a little more easy for the A.I. to understand, with her sickening sweetness. 

Now let us try them together in a scene. With lacrosse sticks growing out of people's heads and windows and what not. Sigh*

Candy looks a bit young, something the A.I. often struggles with. "I want an adult woman dressed as a little girl, for humiliation purposes, to spank her, it's called age-regression play." Sometimes the A.I. doesn't get this kink. 

But, as I am sure Miss Julie will explain in her writing, mine too, EVERYone is always of the age of legal consent! 

Getting better! 

It is actually much easier to have the A.I. create images of your avatars, then write to the image. Having an idea or storyline and trying to get the A.I. to cooperate with your content, that becomes frustrating. 

There's more images upon your request, Miss Julie. Maybe one or some of these will work. Or, my dear readers can step up and help too, with their own A.I. prowess. Who wants to make the perfect book cover for our beloved Miss Julie? 

Use my poses above and below, noodle around some ideas and prompts. I challenge you to do better than mine and get back to us please and thanks.  

My email address is on my blog and also available upon request. 

And of course, stay tuned for Miss Julie's new e-book. Coming soon!

Now if you'll excuse me. I have to get back to Sarah Jane and the lines she needs to write on the board. 

"I will not keep asking for a raise in my allowance." 

100 times, young lady and they better be neat! 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Feet Lovers

Raise my Allowance

Continued from: The Mad Scientist

A Sarah Jane story

[F/f] [F/fm] [chastity] [lezdom] [69] [foot worship] [tease & denial] [HoH]

Oh my goodness gracious, it's been an eternity since I last savoured the delight of Daddy's cock! A whole two weeks, if you can believe it! I've been counting down the days, my horniness growing more unbearable by the hour. 

The joys of being a cherished little sex slave in Mistress Andrea's world comes with both rewards and challenges. It's not uncommon for me to receive special treats and allowances, but I know that certain privileges are not included in my standard package deal. Like the ability to unlock Daddy's precious penis whenever I please, even though we are an official, intimate couple. 

One of the perks however, is the regular playtime sessions I am granted with Summer, my sweet friend and Mistress Andrea's wife. That little minx has recently introduced a new technique to our playtimes. As we assume the 69 position, right in the living room in front of "Mommy" and "Daddy", she'll gently finger my asshole while licking my pussy with gusto. Needless to say, I return the favour with equal enthusiasm, inserting a finger...or three...into her bum as I devour her delicious pussy. 

It must have been so torturous for Daddy, sitting there beside Mistress Andrea, watching Summer and I play while his cock is locked up. This was all by design though, a product of Mistress' cruel creativity. I really wanted to help him out and earn those chastity keys more often, or at least for longer. Also serving my own selfish purposes, I wanted some dick! Lots and lots of dick! Summer's tongue is amazing and she can wield a strap-on like none other, but I craved the real thing. 

One particular evening, desperation had gotten the better of me, and I found myself seeking out Mistress Andrea in the living room, where she sat enthroned, nose buried in a book. I approached her with all the trepidation of a naughty little girl, my bashful demeanour a mere façade of my naughty intentions.  

"Mommy?" I ventured, trying to sound as sweet and innocent as possible. 

"Could I maybe, possibly get an increase in my allowance?" My heart skipped a beat as I awaited her response, my fingers crossed protectively in front of my throbbing pussy. But alas, instead of a benevolent smile, Mommy's expression turned stern, her brow furrowing in disapproval. 

Before I could even process what was happening, she'd snagged me by the wrist and deposited me summarily over her knee! A faint blush crept up my cheeks as she tugged my panties down to my ankles, realizing I was about to get a good old-fashioned spanking on the bare. 

My inner little girl let out a tiny squeak of protest as the first smack landed, but I knew I was in for a thorough blistering. After all, Mommy always knows best, and I'd clearly been too big for my britches. 

A few days after that initial failed request, I found myself mustering up the courage to ask once more for an increase in my allowance. It seems I just can't learn my lesson, can I, Mommy? 

My boldness was rewarded with a trip down to the dungeon space, where I was stripped out of my little jammies and my dignity. I got strung up by my wrists and Mistress Andrea gave me a nice long whipping that night. 

But even that didn't deter me from making another plea in a few days. 

FUCK!

"Mommy, would it be ok if..."

DAMN!

"Mommy, could I play with Daddy's coc..."

...SON OF A!

This time I ended up getting a series of stinging lashes to my breasts, pussy and bottom hole - in a variety of very exposed and very vulnerable positions. 

I won't deny it, the sensation was absolutely thrilling and torturous in equal measure. But as I reflected on these episodes, I realized that perhaps, just perhaps, I needed these lessons in humility, in self control. After all, a little girl such as myself must always remember her place in this household... 

I've come to realize that Mommy expects so much more from me than just completing my household chores. 

To earn my allowance of maybe thirty minutes with Daddy's chastity keys, maybe forty-five, I had been doing the dishes, vacuuming, even hand-washing Mommy's panties and hosiery for her. But I was still missing something to earn a raise in my allowance. 

So, I decided to take matters into my own hands, quite literally, and surprise her with a little display of devotion. One evening, without warning, I sank down onto my knees before her, my heart racing with anticipation. 

I locked my gaze onto her feet, encased in the most seductive of stockings and high heels. Picking up on my intent almost immediately, Mistress gracefully swung a leg over the other, crossing them and dangling her outstretched high heel in deliberate offering. 

"May I, Mommy?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, "may I have the privilege of removing your high heels? My gaze remained cast downward, awaiting her response. 

To my relief, Mommy granted me permission, and I quickly set to work on liberating her feet from the heavenly shoes. Next, I carefully cleaned and polished them in front of her, sitting cross-legged on the floor like a little girl. 

Without being prompted, I gently cradled her hosed foot in my hands, showering them with intimate kisses and tender licks, up and down her soles and toes. 

My fingers worked their magic too, manually massaging away any tension or stress she might have accumulated during the day as our head-of-household. As I began to suck on her hosed toes, I could sense Mommy's growing satisfaction, her arousal radiating outward like a warm glow. By the time I had rid her of her stockings and was now licking the arches and pads of her bare feet, she was gently masturbating, bringing herself all the way to orgasm, her face beaming with pleasure. 

"Now I'll raise your allowance!" She giggled, her chest rising and falling rapidly in the aftershocks of her lovely climax. A whopping ninety minutes! Ninety minutes of unfettered access to Daddy's chastity keys. This was my allowance for serving Mommy so well!

Would I choose to set Daddy free, allowing him to ravish me with abandon? Or would I opt to keep him locked away, teasing him mercilessly until the timer runs out? 

Vote in the comments everyone, what should I do? I have ninety minutes with the keys. 

Tease and I'll probably be punished for it later. Unlock him and get ravaged...either way, I'm fucked! Hehe. 

And I wouldn't have it any other way. 

Sarah Jane 

💟

Continued in: Helping a Friend