Horny as Fuck!

Continued from: Cassandra Knows Everything

...and the storyline of Summer the Flight Attendant: Summer leaving for work

****

Well I didn't plan this one out very well. Bella and Cassandra have left, and after their shocking little exchange, I'm horny as fuck now! Sitting here alone. 

I should have made Bella go down on me after her spanking. I haven't really discussed forced-bi with her yet though. I bet her naughty little tongue would be extremely eager, under threat of a hard strapping. 

Yum! I can picture it now...

Speaking of yummy, Summer should be back from Atlanta by now, she won't take much convincing to come over. I wonder what's she's up to? 

Fingers crossed! 

She IS home! And she was just out for a run. Look at what the little sex-fiend sends me back! I better go get dressed and cleaned up for her. 

 Summer loves being given direction, being praised by me and she especially adores being called a "good girl". When she arrived she had followed my direction perfectly. She was in a black satin robe, very short, and stunning patent heels with ankle straps. 

Gawd I fuckin' missed her. When I kissed her goodbye last week, before she had to go to work, I made sure to transfer some of her perfume from her neck onto the tip of my nose. I was caressed and tormented by her scent for at least 24 hours, before it finally faded. 

Mmmm, there was that scent again! A person's sense of smell is the closest human sense associated to memory. The memories of our night together came flooding back, I could feel it between my legs. My clit was throbbing! 

I ran my hands over the cool satin of her robe and cupped her muscular yet juicy ass cheeks. I gave her a quick smack to the bum and asked her if she was a good girl while she was away. 

"No Ma'am, I was naughty!" She cutely squeaked out, and pouted her bottom lip. I spun her around and pulled her bottom lip into my mouth. 

"Naughty huh? Tell me young lady". I inquired. 

"Well you know Mistress, how San Francisco has a rather robust kink and fetish community?" She innocently began to explain. 

"Well I went into a few shops and....ummm....bought some things Ma'am". 

Now I was really curious... 

"Mmmm. Such as?" I urged her to continue. 

"I bought some leather items, harnesses, a gag. Naughty things Mistress. Like nipple clamps and butt plugs". 

She said this so cute and bashfully. Her face blushed. I wanted to nibble her perky little tits she was so cute! 

"Hopefully your luggage wasn't searched you bad girl!" I giggled as I said this, then we both giggled. 

As I poured us a drink I explained to her that this wouldn't constitute naughty behaviour. In-fact I was quite pleased with her eagerness and initiative. However I also knew what she was trying to do and what she wanted. I thought about how best to play this one out. 

"Young lady, do you think there was a risk that Customs would check your luggage and see ass plugs and ball gags and think you're a huge perv?"

 I used a stern, motherly tone with her. 

"Yes Ma'am, it was very careless of me". 

She continued to pout and play into this naughty little girl role. 

"When we finish our drinks young lady, I want you up in my bedroom, kneeling at the end of the bed to wait for me. I'll be up in a little while, do you understand?" 

These instructions were purred to her a little more seductively. 

"Yes Mistress Andrea", as she shot up straight in her chair like a soldier coming to attention. 

“Good girl!”

“There's been some renovations and re-decorating of my room, since the last time you saw it young lady. I think you'll like it".

As we sat and sipped and chatted about her flights, she asked me why I re-decorated my bedroom.

"I started binge-watching Vikings on Netflix, huni. I enjoyed seeing these badass, Scandinavian women, wearing battle-braids, fucking whomever they wanted, chicks, dudes. They’d put down the sword and armour and fuck on floors adorned in furs, with a crackling fire in the background. I dunno. I just liked the style of it all". 

We giggled again. Summer finished her drink.

"I'll head up and wait for you Mistress", Summer eagerly whispered to me... 

I gave her about ten minutes alone, to anticipate what was coming. Then she heard my heel-clicks coming up the stairs and across the hardwood toward her. Each click made her heart pound. I saw her chest rise and fall as the pace of her breathing increased. 

"Whatever shall I do with you young lady!" I seductively spoke. 

She knew this was a question that didn't require an answer. She kept her eyes lowered and demeanour submissive, as I clicked around her, admiring her beauty. 

"I'm going to collar you Summer. It doesn't mean you're mine forever or you're my property. It simply means you're mine tonight!"

Summer groaned out loud. Obviously loving where this just went. Loving the fact she belonged to me for the night, as a sex slave. 

The collar was leather, suede lined and had black lace trim around the base of it and a strict metal ring at the front. I attached it around Summer's neck and fastened the buckle. 

"Go kneel in the corner slave girl. I'm going to light the fireplace". 

I guess I was feeling more like a badass Shield-Maiden now, given my new décor! Ordering Summer around was rolling off my tongue way too easily tonight. And she was loving every minute of it. 

When I had the fire crackling, our backdrop for a night of Viking lezdom, I peeled a layer off and released Summer from the corner. She dropped her robe to the floor when I ordered it and knelt at my feet. 

I attached leather ankle and wrist cuffs that matched her collar and complimented her on how fuckin' sexy she looked. 

In her very best damsel-in-distress voice, Summer spoke while keeping her head bowed. 

"Are you going to rape and pillage me Mistress?" 

I bit my lip, trying my hardest not to giggle out loud. It was exactly what I wanted to hear but it was just so cute and unexpected, coming from her. 

"Why yes, I am slave! I'm going to take whatever I want". I played along, staying in character. 

I snapped my fingers and pointed toward the fireplace, gesturing for Summer to crawl over to the furs. 

She knelt into a very good slave pose, arching her back and presenting her holes for me. 

"Please Ma'am! Take what you wish, just don't hurt me!" 

Summer desperately cried out, playing into her character quite well. Gawd! This was a hot scene! Summer is beyond amazing. I needed her tongue so badly!

I wasted no time in getting my damsel, shackled to my bed and feeling completely captive.

FUCK!!

There's the tongue I missed so much. 

"Make me cum, make me cum slave! Or you'll be punished!" 

 

I came almost instantly onto Summer's lips, it was such a powerful orgasm. I allowed her a little air and some time to catch her breath. 

"Please don't harm me Madam! I'll do anything if you just let me go!" Summer yelled out to me, in her best roleplay yet. Fuck that was so hot to hear!  

I grabbed her hair and forced her mouth back on my soaking pussy and in no time flat, she had me shaking and cumming again. 

Jesus! This is going to be a wild night! 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Rise and reign

 

Cassandra Knows Everything!

Continued from: Bella's Daughter, Cassandra

I told Cassandra everything. Everything about who I was, the services I offer at my facility and the reason her mother was currently sitting on a stool like a scolded child, out in the main lobby, facing a wall. We actually chatted for close to 45 minutes. I started to feel bad for Bella who was still "grounded" on the pouting stool, seated on a freshly spanked bottom. I didn't know I'd be this long with her daughter. 

Cassandra had accompanied me to my office, where we could chat in private. Although it would have been very humiliating for Bella, to be forced into overhearing our conversation about her, she had endured enough for today. 

This is the office I typically use for "sent to the Principal" or the "Headmistress / detention” space. It’s used for adults who wish to be regressed to school-age and disciplined harshly.

When I began to explain things to Cassandra, I focused on the "why", rather than the "how". And after 45 minutes of chatting together, I concluded by telling her this:

"Cassandra, imagine two people, both alike in lifestyle, and in age. They have children and spouses, they have high-stress, managerial jobs, just like your mom. One person goes to a spa, for a therapeutic massage, while the other person comes here to see me."

"The massage is deep and slightly painful. There is partial nudity involved and prone, vulnerable positions used, while your care is literally in someone else's hands. At the conclusion of the massage, person number one leaves. They feel rejuvenated, electrified and content. It's almost like a weight has been lifted or someone pressed their reset button".

"Person number two, who leaves my facility after a spanking, experiences the exact same things. We just pressed their reset button in a different, therapeutic way”.

I watched Cassandra process this, hoping the newer generation to which she belongs, who seem to be more open to everything, would be mature enough to understand this. 

She surprised me with her response...

"You know, I'm not as innocent as I look Andrea. Thank you for taking the time to explain all of this. I would be very interested in your receptionist position here".

She then stood, as did I. It was our queue to leave the office and check on Bella. 

"Cassandra, would you like to all sit and chat for a moment, before you go?" I asked her, sincerely. 

"Yes please", she responded, sounding slightly defeated or in some way disappointed, in her mother.

"Please Cassandra, sit", her mother asked of her. 

"Does Dad know?" Cassandra asked, sounding slightly pissed off. 

"No he doesn't, and I don't want him to know Cassie". Bella was clearly back in "mom-mode" now. Telling her daughter the way things are going to be. 

Cassandra sat, there was a bit of a pause, and then she spoke... 

"If you needed to be spanked Mother, you should have just asked me. I could have done it".

Oh WOW. I did not see that coming!! But I love it!  

Bella gasped and covered her mouth, shocked by her brazen daughter's words. 

Quietly observing and taking it all in, I didn't hear Bella actually say NO to this...or protest. 

Intriguing...

"You don't want me to tell Dad right?" Cassandra continued.

"Please don't", Bella urged. 

"Well if you irritate me this summer, I'll be calling Andrea and you'll wind up here, or I'll be spanking you myself Mother. Is that fair or do I need to tell Dad what you're up to?!"  

I watched on, remaining quiet and completely captivated by this surprising turn of events. Cassandra had moved her chess pieces in place and clearly had the upper-hand here. I admired how confident and mature she was, and surprisingly articulate for her age. 

Meanwhile my inner dialog was in high gear:  

(**I'll be spanking you myself Mother**). 

Oh how I loved the way this rolled off her tongue, right before my eyes. I love how the snooty and privileged revert back to their finishing-school, Victorian formality, in times of family tension. 

(**Mother, it's time for your birching. Right over your satin knickers, please join me in the parlour after high-tea so we may see to this**)

Hehe...

Bella didn't say much in response to her daughter's new-found authority. I hugged her and wished her good luck. Suggesting that I'd likely be seeing her again. 

"Lets go Mother", Cassandra snipped. 

The performing arts, dance major is quite the little bossy-boots! 

As they left, I was secretly fantasizing about the two of them arriving home. I imagined Cassandra ordering Bella up to the master bedroom to wait. Coming up a short time later with a wooden hairbrush, to take her mother directly over her knee for a Daughter/mother spanking. 

That car ride home must have been interesting...

When the girls got home, Bella's husband Mortimer, called down the stairs to them from his home office.

"Hey. Where have you two been all afternoon?"

They looked at one another, with eyebrows raised and sinister little grins. Bella ran a hand over the seat of her dress. She felt the soft material against her pantyhose, and her pantyhose against her sore bum.

"Oh just some girl-time Daddy, we went to the spa", Cassandra shouted up. 

Bella's heart was full. She hugged her daughter tightly and whispered, "thank you", into her ear. 

"I accepted the receptionist job at the facility Mother", the rebellious Cassandra hissed...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Horny as Fuck

Bella's Daughter, Cassandra

Continued from: The Elusive Sissygasm

In between the two stories titled Sissy Slave fucked and Diapered and The Elusive Sissygasm, I had a story called "Mommy Knows Best". Same content as the other two. Forced feminization, diapers, sissy slavery, pegging and age regression of an adult male submissive. Blogger deleted it, for violating something. 

I guess my next post will have to be more vanilla? 

In any event, the show shall go on. All of these stories are loosely interconnected, notwithstanding the Miss Julie content. However, she may make other appearances, with her permission of course and a scene she'd like to animate. 

Hopefully I can tie things back together here, with the main storyline.

****

I was surprised to learn that Bella got her daughter Cassandra, to drive her to my facility for her appointment. I wonder if Bella told her what the appointment is actually for? From what Bella had mentioned previously, Cassandra is 19 now and home from school. Perhaps she IS old enough to learn that her Mother attends my facility to be spanked for therapeutic purposes.

I guess I'll find out soon enough, how much Cassandra actually knows. They're just pulling up now. 

"Well hello you two!" I said in a chipper tone. 

"Hello Ma'am", Bella said, blushing deeply, while Cassandra said nothing at all. She waited politely to be introduced. I liked her already. 

"Mistr..."

"Miss Andrea"... 

(She didn't go for the full blown title of Mistress, so I assumed Cassandra only knows a little bit about the services I provide to her Mother).

"This is my daughter Cassandra. She's home from school for the summer".

I greeted the pretty little Cassandra warmly, inviting her to call me Andrea. I glanced over to Bella who had lowered her head in embarrassment. She knows that she is required to address me as Ma'am or Mistress or she'll be harshly punished. I thought that letting Cassandra address me as just Andrea, would degrade and humiliate Bella. The tactic certainly worked!

I asked Cassandra what school she attended. It turns out she goes to a school for the performing arts and her major is dance. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, curiously and deviously imaging the future possibilities.

"Cassandra, I understand you might be looking for some summer work?" I innocently asked. I was feeling about as innocent as a spider casting a web.

"Mom told me you need a receptionist?" Cassandra queried. 

"Something like that yes". I purred, no longer able to hide my poker face. Bella stood motionless and quiet with her hands demurely folded in front of her with her eyes lowered. 

"I'll be about two hours with your Mom. Are you able to come back and get her then? Maybe we can talk more about the receptionist job?"

Cassandra said "sure", and that she was going to hang out at he Mall with some friends. 

While she was still within earshot, I made of point of regressing and humiliating Bella even further, as I told her to march up the stairs behind me and into the house. 

"Up you go young lady, get in here". I strictly spoke to her, ensuring Cassandra heard me call her Mother "young lady", like she was a scolded child.  

Much to my surprise, Bella answered with a "yes Ma'am". Very well done I thought. 

Cassandra may have been onto us by now. I would have loved to invite her inside, to allow her to watch her Mother being spanked like a naughty little girl. We weren't there yet. One day perhaps...

As soon as I had Bella inside and the door was closed, she dropped to her knees without being prompted, holding back tears. 

"What brings you here today young lady?" I rhetorically asked her. 

"I'm here for a spanking Ma'am", she stammered out in desperation. 

"Very well. You know the routine Bella. Into the locker room with you. I want you bare naked!" 

She stood and bowed her head, consumed with butterflies and anxiety. She clicked off toward the locker room, dreading the humiliation that was to come. 

As described in the post Mommy's Sissy gets a new Name, there is a specific ritual that clients have to undergo when they attend my facility for adult discipline. Bella knew what she had to do. 

Bella sat for a moment, to calm her breathing and compose herself, before standing and beginning to remove her clothing. 

She knew the rules of her humiliating ritual. Every single stich of clothing and jewelry needed to be off. Her heels, her purse and her phone, all needed to go into one of the lockers. 

Bella reluctantly shut the locker door that contained her clothing and personal items. The door locked instantly. She stood at the mirror for a moment, to wipe a few tears from her cheeks, before she summoned the courage to head out into the waiting room, not knowing who else could potentially be there. 

Luckily for her, it was only me today. I watched her pad her way across the tile floor on her tip toes, trying to cover her pussy and breasts with her hand and arm. 

"Please have a seat Bella and I'll get you accessorized". 

I spoke my orders to her in a strict but soft tone. She already appeared so vulnerable and ashamed. My soft and caring words will definitely have her emotions right at the surface. 

I reminded Bella that it would be quite possible that during her next session, others will be in the room with her, just as shamed and humiliated, waiting for their spankings. I communicated this to her while attaching the bondage accessories. She protested through her gag and shook her head no. 

Bella was trembling at this point, drooling from her ballgag, with her legs forced open. Her perky nipples were fully erect and once I got her legs spread, I could see the naughty little secret she was hiding. Her tender inner thighs were glistening with her own, involuntary arousal. 

"We'll be taking you into the punishment room in thirty minutes young lady". I stated to her, sealing her fate. She was forced to sit in this predicament, with everything on display and stare at the whips and floggers on the wall behind me. 

I returned to the reception desk and did some work, while the clock on the wall ticked-away, building her anticipation with each click. 

When her thirty minutes of reflection time had ended, I removed her bondage and led her through the secret door, into the punishment room. 

The room is rather stark and clinical, but provides all the positioning furniture, implements and apparatus I need to discipline adult men and women. 

I started with a traditional, straight-backed chair and draped Bella over my lap. I find OTK to be the most childish and vulnerable position to start off with for an adult. Nothing too harsh, just a long and thorough warm-up with my hand. 

We transitioned over to the bed where I could leg-lock her and pin her calves down, she was beginning to kick her feet a little, while she was over my knee. 

I had her posture herself prone on her tummy, with her head up so she could count for me. I gave her 50 strokes with the riding crop, targeting her sit spots and thighs. I asked her to count each stroke and say, "I'll be a good girl", after each scorching lash.

After her 50 strokes she was starting to get nice and rosy red. I positioned her on the "pouting stool" and had her face the wall for a short break and to stare at the belt that hung from a hook. I explained to Bella that after a few moments of reflection, she was going to be strapped with the belt and paddled, on a special spanking table that elevates her bare bum. 

She covered her face with her hands and cried a little, while the hard wooden stool was not being forgiving to her spanked bottom. 

Bella was taken over to the spanking bench and I secured her ankles and wrists. She received a belt whipping first, followed by a stern paddling that finally broke her. 

She was sobbing out "I'M SORRY" and promising to be a good girl. 

This was exactly where I wanted to get her emotionally. A deep and meaningful release of pent up emotions. All of her day-to-day stressors and troubles just melted away in the form of tear-drops onto the spanking table.

I held her closely onto my lap, telling her that it was all over, and that she did great. When I told her that I was proud of her for admitting she needs this, she just cried into my shoulder harder. 

I led Bella back to the waiting area and invited her up some steps and onto an elevated stage. This is the area where cornertime is served, on display to the full room and to those who are shackled into the chairs, waiting for their spankings. 

This will be horribly humiliating for Bella when other males and females are in the room. It will have a lovely effect on those waiting too, seeing the red and punished bums, the tear-stained faces, knowing and anticipating that their trip to the punishment room will be coming next. 

"Thirty minutes young lady", I declared out loud as I took my seat at the desk. I heard Bella groan in defeat, her humiliation being too much to bear. 

"Your daughter should be back to get you by then Bella", I added. 

When her time was up I unlocked her locker and she was permitted some privacy to change back into her clothes, masturbate if she needed to and fix her mascara runs.  

The full two hours of her session had passed and Cassandra had not yet returned to pick up her Mom. I told Bella she will be going back onto the pouting stool to wait for her daughter. She howled and protested, holding her sore bottom cheeks and fearing the hard wooden stool. 

Cassandra eventually arrived, about ten minutes later and was welcomed inside. When she saw her Mother, sitting on a stool facing a wall, a wall adorned with implements of punishment and discipline, she was in complete shock. 

"Mommy!?" Cassandra nervously called out for her. 

Bella didn’t speak. She wasn’t permitted to and knew there would be consequences if she did.

"Don't worry Cassandra, I'll explain everything huni". I reassured her. 

"Welcome to my facility"...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Cassandra knows Everything