Bella's Pony Play

Continued from: The BDSM Spectrum

I have an amazing pony play session all lined up for Bella, do you think I can find my fuckin' beige riding breeches? The ones that look amazing with black boots. The ones that are so tight across my gorgeous ass, that they look like they're painted on?

F**k!

I had to take things in a different direction with my attire. I decided on a mixture of formal equestrian wear, combined with Yellowstone, slutty and crazy barrel racer. I'll still look hot, Bella will be a puddle for me regardless. 

I wasn't able to find an actual barn, play space. They were all either dirty or smelly, so I decided to renovate my dungeon space for this session.

Bella was booked. I sent her some online porn homework, to explore and report back to me on. She had never seen pony play in BDSM before. I set her up with some material and videos to review. 

She was absolutely horrified at what was to come, and excited, embarrassed, aroused and soon to be humiliated. The contradictory cocktail of emotions she must have been experiencing, leading up to this day, I couldn't even imagine the butterflies she must have.

I told her to dress "country-slutty" for me. There would be no check-in with Cassandra this time, no anticipation or waiting. Bella knew she was getting a spanking first, then taken right to the "barn" next. If she fussed, the spanking would quickly become a woodshed strapping.  

I hiked her little ripped jeans down, her panties next, and started-in on her bare bum. A steady and meaningful hand-spanking. 

When I got her jeans and heels off, it turns out she wore nude stockings under her jeans, so the nylon pops through the jean-rips, to give her legs a flawless appearance. Cute idea, I thought. 

Bella received a nice, long warm up, before I asked her to kneel in the pose she is familiar with, we call it "open". 

"No timeouts in the corner today young lady, remain in "open" for me while I change. Get your hair into a high pony, you're not to move and you're to keep your legs spread and cunt displayed. 

"Yes Ma'am", she obeyed and blushed at my crass choice of words. 

I returned to find her in the same pose, trembling with anticipation and soaking with arousal. I clicked closer to her in my boots, inspecting her positioning and her ponytail. 

She knelt deeper, to kiss the smooth leather of my boots as I invitingly outstretched a foot. 

"Mmmm, good girl", I purred. 

I put Bella in a head-harness, mouth gag and leather collar. I led her to the dungeon and into her new pony stall. 

The setting was perfect. I could see Bella's eyes darting around the space. Likely mortified that she had been placed in a make-shift, horse stall with a straw floor. 

"I have to get all your tack on slave girl". I said to her. 

"But first, I need to calm that pussy down a bit. You are WAY to aroused right now", and I shook my head at her. 

She groaned into her gag, utterly ashamed over her soaked pussy, reacting to this environment. 

We got her into stockings and pony boots, which buckled and padlocked to her feet and knees. 

I helped her up onto a wooden pony, torture device and watched as she lowered her weight onto the unforgiving spine. The next little while will be spent watching her shift and adjust, trying to keep the painful pressure off her pussy lips, clit and asshole. 

After a solid 15 minutes on the wooden horse while I sat on a straw bale and watched, I asked if she was ready for her pony plug. The alternative option I gave her, was to just stay on the wooden torture horse. 

She cried and nodded her head. Bubbling spit from her harness gag in an attempt to say, "plug please, plug please Ma'am". 

I re-bound her in strappado, so her creamy little asshole was pointed directly at me. I chose a lovely and sleek, black-haired butt plug to match her actual pony tail. It looked beautiful on her. Or in her, rather. 

Next came a stainless chastity belt, to keep her pussy locked down and out of play. Her plug tail cascaded nicely from the anal opening in the chastity belt. Another head harness with some padlocks, an arm binder and finally, a nipple chain with some bells, she was all set. But my gawd was she ever humiliated! Her eyes were bloodshot from the stinging of her tears. 

I penned her up in her stall and locked the gate. Then I just sat back to watch her attempts to balance on the awkward heels, squeeze and contract on her plug, and jingle about from her loose and flopping tits. 

As some time passed and her struggles intensified, I asked if she was ready to go outside for some trot and prance training. 

Her eyes widened from behind her face harness. She shook her head violently in protest. 

I led her from her stall by her harness reins and whipped her in a crouch position. 

Eventually I returned her to her stall and calmly spoke. 

"Do you need to safeword out, Bella?"

She shook her head no. 

"Then it's time to go out the back for some prancing", I replied. 

She groaned and cried, but eventually lowered her head and allowed herself to be led outside by her reins. I could only imagine what was going on under the metal shrouds of that chastity belt. I bet there was an absolute frenzy in the works. 

I told her how I wanted her to lift her knees high and prance. Very controlled, very dainty. She practiced on the spot for me, while scanning the horizon and windows for any peeping neighbours. 

She did a quick trot for me, then a prance. All while I whipped her bare butt and flanks, encouraging her to keep her knees up and move slowly and under control. 

I saved her from any further embarrassment and led her back to her stall inside. I'm sure her humiliation levels were at the critical point, yet when I bent her over her stall to remove her tail-plug, I saw what success looked like! 

The poor, poor thing! She just can't help it! Little spider-silk strands of cum, dripped from the metal screening housing her pussy. 

I kept her in her head harness and gag and entered her bottom hole with my strap-on, through the little opening that the chastity belt provides. 

Before long she was screaming and making sounds through her gag that I hadn't heard her make before. I slowed right down and stopped. I thought I was hurting her.

She began to violently shake her head no and started to buck her ass and hips back into my harness, fucking her own butt with the dildo. I held her reins to control her bucking and to pull back on her gag, but she only got more frantic. Her tits continued to bob and jingle with abandon, perfectly framed and presented by her armbinder. 

She didn't want me to slow down at all, she wanted me to....

OMG! She was cumming from anal only! 

She was screaming "NOOOO" and "FUUUUUCK" at the top of her lungs while her legs shook and liquid squirted from the screening of her metal chastity.  

I've never heard Bella swear before, not even during the most severe spanking over my knee... 

While we were debriefing this pony session and doing aftercare, she pinned me down all cute-like, wearing my hat too, which made her even more cute. 

"Mistress, what the fuck was that?! What did you do to me!!?" 

She gritted her teeth and pinned my hands down, trying to act serious. 

I indulged her passionate cuteness and fought her off, up into a sit. I kissed her deeply. 

"I think someone likes being a pony slave, that's what happened”, I purred. 

"Oh Gawd! Thank you Mistress!", she sighed and groaned in embarrassment.

"Did I actually cum and squirt from being assfucked, Mistress", she asked me innocently. 

"Why yes you did, pony slave", I cooed.   

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Sissy sucks and cucks

 

 

The BDSM Spectrum - According to Mistress Andrea

Continued from: I let Katrina Domme me, sort of

I have never found an image on the interwebs, that more accurately depicts my take on the BDSM spectrum, than this one:

I see naughty vs. nice here, I see ying and yang, fire and ice, the need for both pleasure and pain, name your cliché. I see the balance required, for BDSM dynamics to work. The need to be whipped on the left, and the cuddles of aftercare on the right. 

It's a beautiful image. A close second place, of similar concept would be:

Yet, this is MY style and MY interpretation of BDSM, according to Mistress Andrea. It's not backed by any empirical evidence or research of any kind. This is merely my opinion, based on my own experiences. 

I rely heavily on outfits and settings in my scenes. I find that the participants have a much deeper and more rich experience, when attention to detail is closely adhered to. Submissives can immerse themselves into their role much easier, and achieve that escape they are craving. Dominants can get into their groove much easier too, pushing the limits of their subs with less inhibitions. 

I have a difficult time picturing a kink couple, floating around in the vanilla world, wearing their Levi 501's and deciding to bust out the flogger and ball gags on a whim, in their current attire in their vanilla bedroom.

Perhaps that's what spontaneity is? I don't know. I need more of a plan, more of a script and a need to know where I am playing within the spectrum. 

Once again, this spectrum I speak of is according to me. 

Bella Goth, during her recent session, experienced one of these poles for the first time. She's an adult woman, mother and executive and I had her dressed like a little girl, spanked her and later put her in an adult diaper. The beginnings of that 3-part story can be found here: Bella's Age Regression Kink

This was so humiliating for the poor thing. So much so that she was soaked and had an orgasm, figure that one out.

Let's call this kink of hers, the extreme right. It's ddlg, mdlg, adbl, diaper use, age play, humiliation and for males, sissy slavery and forced feminization. 

On the other end of the spectrum, the extreme left we'll call it, I associate with pony play. Have you ever come across it on the interwebs? 

Elaborate leather body-harnesses, high-heeled boots, gags and plugs. The slaves' look so sharp and well trained, that it makes me think it's the absolute apex you can achieve, as a submissive. 

Their movements and behaviour is almost cocky and proud. That's how switched on they are. Something for a new submissive to aspire to be? Who knows. This is just my take on things, I find pony slavery to be elegantly beautiful and artistic. Your slave has "made it to the show", if they are at this level, and they should be extremely proud of it. 

However, therein lies the horrible and wonderful predicament of a submissive. Both ends of my spectrum are degrading, embarrassing and dreadfully humiliating. Yet we all know what humiliation does to a submissive. It traps them in the vicious cycle I want them in. 

So we have polar left, and polar right, as described above, lets not forget all the goodness in between those poles. This is where you find the rope bondage, the schoolgirl attire, nurses uniforms and enemas. This is where all the other uniforms and fantasies and BDSM activities reside. 

I enjoy playing on both poles of the spectrum and everything in between.

Why is all of this important right now? 

I thought I would explain it first, as I am going to take Bella to the polar left, on her next session. She's going to be a prancing pony slave for me! My goal with her was to show her one extreme, then show her the other, before we do everything else, in between.

Now I just need to find a BDSM barn / country setting. 

Stay tuned. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

Continued in: Bella's Pony Play  

 

I let Katrina Domme me, sort of.

Continued from: Katrina wants to cuck Andrew

Sometimes it's fun to be on the bottom, with the right person. Katrina won that lottery today, as we were in the midst of cooking up a devious little scheme for her sissy boyfriend.

Plus, I haven't had any phallic objects in me, in quite some time. I've been on a bit of a lezzie tear lately and I rarely unlock my male pets and never unlock my sissy pets. 

I figured..."what the hey". Let's see what this little firecracker can do.

We basically agreed to a dress rehearsal together. She was going to use my strap-on and play out on me...what she wants me to do to HER, in front of her helpless and feminized boyfriend.

Still following? Confusing I know... 

She got right down to business, telling me that he never gets her pussy, only her bumhole. She wanted me to start with her throbbing puss puss.

I reminded her to be nice and vocal, as I will be with her, on the day of. Making sure her sissy boyfriend can hear everything that he is never offered. 

She was a little shy at first, before she finally told me to lick her pussy from behind and make her cum. 

Boy, did she ever cum! I was impressed with myself. She was shaking and trembling in no time flat. I got to enjoy the lovely view of her little bum hole, squeezing and contracting as she shuddered through her orgasm. 

I helped her into one of my strap-on harnesses and showed her where we should probably stand, to create a good vantage point for sissy Tiffany. 

"Stroke the full length of the cock Kat. His little dicklette should start to throb inside the metal bars of his chastity cage", I told her. 

"Oh I intend to!" She replied. 

I laid down on the bed and let my head drop off the side. A perfect throat fucking position for Katrina. She did not disappoint. 

She even made a point of slapping the dick off my cheeks and telling me to do this to her also, on the day of the session. 

She wanted him to see me beating her up and degrading her, with the turgid dildo. 

She pulled the dick out of my mouth so I could answer a question. 

"Mistress, do you have a realistic, big, black cock?"

"I think I do huni", I responded. Panting and drooling from having my throat fucked. 

"Can you use that on me Mistress?" She said in excitement. 

"Anything you wish Kat", I managed to get out, before she plunged the cock back in my mouth to shut me up. 

When she was done with my mouth, I was invited up to ride her, and ride her I did! It felt amazing and Katrina was super sexy. I didn't mind being on the receiving end of this one. 

Our passion was mounting, I was definitely getting ready to cum! She was pounding the shit outta me at this point!

We finished up our dress rehearsal with a lovely orgasm for me. She was a bit insatiable at this point, participating in her first lezzie experience. She wanted to try going down on me. 

No complaints here, by all means. 

Girls just know how to do it better. My pussy was all puffy and hot from the vigorous fucking. I came right onto her lips and tongue almost immediately.

"That was so fuckin' hot Mistress", she said, both of us out of breath and sweaty. 

We hit the showers. 

I redeemed my role, by grabbing her by the pussy lips and pinning her against the shower stall. 

"So you want me to own this, right in front of Tiffany huh?"

"Mmmm, yes please Mistress, I want him whimpering. What should I wear?"

"Slutty lingerie, sky-high heels. Dress ultra slutty for me". I said. 

"And Tiffany?" She asked. 

We both paused, then said "like a little girl", at the same time. We laughed and tickled each other under the hot water. 

My hair was wet and disheveled, I was barefoot, as we came back down to find Cassandra in the kitchen. Apparently she heard everything. 

"So that was a ‘consultation’, huh?" Cassandra said. 

Katrina and I both giggled and blushed. 

"Sheesh! Where was MY invite?" Cassandra huffed out. 

My brazen and bold receptionist, stood right up, walked over to Katrina and French kissed her right in front of me. 

"Umm, Kat huni", I said. 

"Do you want to be spit-roasted in front of Tiffany? I think we just found another willing participant for you". I asked her...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

Continued in: BDSM according to me

 

Katrina wants to cuckold Andrew

Continued from: Bella's Diaper Punishment

It had been quite some time since I had heard from the beautiful and fiery Katrina and her boyfriend, sissy Tiffany. You may remember not only the training session he had with Summer (Summer is a Natural), but also the foundations of how his forced-feminization came to be: The Life of a Sissy Slave

My receptionist Cassandra, had briefed me this morning and indicated that Katrina booked a consultation with me. I was excited to hear how she has been making out with Tiffany, he hasn't been to my facility for quite some time, so clearly, she was taking him in hand herself.

When she arrived, Cassandra stood to greet her like a sweetheart, as she always does with some of my VIP clients. 

"What, no Tiffany?" Cassandra asked, as she kissed Katrina on the cheek. 

"No, 'Andrew'...is at work Cassie", Katrina spoke, with much distain in her voice. 

"Please have a seat, I'll tell Mistress you're here", Cassandra motioned toward the ottoman. 

I met Katrina in the lobby and said the same as Cassie did. 

"Where's sissy Tiff' today?" I asked her. 

"He's at work, bringing home paychecks to buy more sissy clothing, as it should be", Katrina chuckled. 

"Ohhh, I thought you booked a couples consultation Kat?" I asked. 

"No Mistress just me, I can be quite a handful on my own though", she said with a wink. 

I smiled and led her back to my office so we could chat in private. 

In an open-ended manner, I asked her how things had been going with her FLR dynamic at home. 

Katrina explained. 

I came to learn that "Andrew" is still Andrew when at work, but she makes him wear panties and hosiery under his suits and his male clothing almost 27/4 now.

The second he gets home from work she has him strip at the front door, before she goes about dressing him in the most ruffled and frilly of sissy attire. He then becomes "Tiffany" for the rest of the evening and into the next morning. 

I learned that she spanks him regularly and severely, he has been weened-off her pussy all together and is only permitted to use his tongue on her footwear, feet and her bottom hole. All of this, combined with the fact that I still hold his chastity keys, has "Andrew", believing he is certainly more of a Tiffany now. 

"Here look Mistress, I just ordered him to send me a below-the-belt selfie from work", Katrina excitingly said. 

She held up her phone so I could have a look. 

"He has to pee sitting down, just like a girl, because of the chastity device", Katrina went on to say, all while giggling. 

She put her phone away and got down to business. 

"Mistress, I want to take things to the next level with him. I want my pathetic sissy to watch me being used, to watch me be fucked and watch me gagging on huge cocks, knowing that his little ‘clit’ remains locked up and limp". Katrina explained, her tone serious. 

"I just don't know where to start Ma'am. I was hoping you could help me?" 

I told her I understood, and explained to her that her boyfriend was already forced to watch a girlfriend of mine, pleasure me on the bed right in front of him. I explained that he was dressed like a French maid and forced to hold our toys and lubricant. 

Katrina laughed out loud, "OMG that's amazing!" 

"He never mentioned it, probably too humiliated huh? I'll be taking my strap to his bare ass tonight, for not telling me about this!"

"That being said Kat, I would start there. Force him to watch YOU this time, with one of your girlfriends. It will have more of a profound impact on him when it's you he’s seeing", I coached her on. 

I could see her contemplating the idea, before she spoke. "Can you show me where this went down Ma'am?" She asked. 

I led her to my room. 

She squealed and did a little excited dance. "Ohhh Mistress, did you put his sissy ass in this cage while you played with your friend?!" 

"No, not that time, but that's what that cage is for. I had him kneeling right here", I pointed to a spot on the floor beside the bed. 

"This is so hot Mistress, this room is so fuckin hot! This is exactly the next steps I had in mind for him", Katrina said. 

Katrina took my hand with a bit of a pout and explained to me that she doesn't really have a girlfriend who is adventurous enough to go through with something like this. 

She moved in for a whisper. 

"Mistress..." She said in a breathy-tone. 

"...maybe...you can fuck me, while he's forced to watch from that cage over there?" 

Ohhhh, I felt that whisper of hers, shiver down my spine, ending right between my legs. I leaned inward, for an embrace and a kiss. She kissed me back. 

 "Hmmm", I purred, leading her over to the bed to a more comfortable setting. 

"Have you ever been with a girl before, Katrina?" 

"No Ma'am", she peeped out, placing an inviting hand onto my hip. 

"Then you've certainly never been with a Dominatrix before?" I asked, rocking my hips toward her. 

"No Mistress", she obediently replied. 

"And you'd like me to be dominant with you, while your boyfriend is here and in the cage? You want him to see you get used and fucked and pleasured?" I clarified with her. 

"Ohhh yes please Mistress! Would you do that for me?" Katrina replied. She sounded overjoyed. 

It didn't take long before we both had a layer peeled off, and we were beginning to explore each other's most sensitive areas. 

"I assume you've worn a strap-on and used it on Tiffany before, Katrina?" I asked her, while we passionately kissed. 

"Yes Mistress, of course", she replied. 

"In that case I have an idea, Kat". I continued. She was very curious. 

"Wear my strap-on, and use me Katrina. Show me what you want me to do to you, when your sissy is here. Show me how you'd like to be fucked while he watches", I purred to her. 

Her eyes lit up in lustful disbelief. 

"Yes Ma'am, right away. Are you sure?"

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: I let Katrina Domme me