What would you do for the Key?

Continued from: I just became a foot pimp

Katrina called me from across town, asking if we were still on for today...

"Yes huni, I'm just doing his make-up now", I said cheerfully.

"Excellent. I'm excited Mistress!" She replied. 

"Tiffany is all ready to go. She's just patiently, ummm...waiting". Katrina added. 

In a previous post referenced above, I had given Katrina a few ideas about her boyfriend and his sissy slavery. This is the same post where we cuckolded him in my bedroom and he was forced to watch me fuck his girlfriend. 

I had suggested that the next logical step in his transformation, could include interacting and possibly playing with another sissy slave. 

Well...that session is going down today. 

Katrina's boyfriend, a heterosexual male named Andrew, will be referred to as Tiffany throughout this post and during his sissification. 

One of my own personal sex slaves, also a heterosexual male whose name is Kyle, will be referred to as Kaylee throughout this post and during the session. 

Both of these silly boys have been made-up and dressed up. It was time to get them together to see what happens. Katrina and I thought that it would be extra humiliating for them if we were to do something vanilla first. 

We decided to all have lunch together. 

Katrina and I chatted about our "girls" during lunch and how well mannered they were becoming. We spoke of their clit cages and orgasm denial. We purposely would throw-in little injects like a "sit up straight Kaylee" or "wipe your mouth Tiffany", amidst this seemingly vanilla environment. 

The girls both had huge pouts on, with their stomachs sickened from butterflies of humiliation. They didn't eat much. 

"How would you like to start things off Kat?" I asked her. 

"Well, I think both of our girls need spankings Mistress", she declared right at the dining table. 

"I would agree. Take them up to my room and prepare them Kat, I'll tidy this all up", I said. 

Katrina first positioned my loveseat closer to the sofa, so we could spank the girls in close proximity to one another. Then she went to slip into her lingerie and heels. 

Katrina sat and addressed them both. 

"Tiffany, do you know how many days you've been in that clit cage?" She asked. 

"94 days Ma'am", Tiffany said without hesitation. 

"And you Kaylee, how long have you been locked up?" Katrina asked. 

"212 days Ma'am", his voice cracking with embarrassment as he spoke.

"Oh my. You must be dying to have your clits freed and stroked to a little spurt no? I just wonder what you'll do for us, to earn the keys?" Katrina spoke in rhetorical questions. The girls didn't answer, they just kept their eyes lowered. 

I entered the room with the chastity keys dangling around my necklace. I made sure our two sissies saw them hanging there.

"Are you spanking your own girl Kat?" I asked.

"Sure why not", she stated matter-of-factly. 

The two girls got their hairless, smooth little bubble butts, roasted over our laps. We continued until they started making little yelps and wispy-sissy noises, all while struggling over our knees. 

They looked so dreadfully humiliated and embarrassed. 

I spoke to them while they stood in the naughty corner. I offered them a horrible predicament to choose from. 

"Girls, your options are simple today. Ask us nicely to take you to the dungeon space to use and abuse you and we will. Your clit cages however, will remain locked in place".

"Ask us nicely, to take both of you to the sissy bedroom, and I will unlock your little clits". 

The two ridiculous sissies stood there in silence for a moment, then I think they started whispering about what to choose. 

Kaylee must have been elected as the spokesperson, she asked permission to turn around. 

Kaylee pathetically whimpered out, "may we please go to the pink bedroom Mistress?" 

Katrina started laughing. 

"A good choice sissy girl", I replied. "Leave your skirts here girls, you won't need them".

We sat our two girls on the pink ottoman cubes, then Katrina and I got a little more comfortable, making out and kissing each other. We told the two girls to look away, but the passionate sounds we were making, soon had their little clits straining against the chastity cages. 

"Would you two like to come sit on the loveseat together? I'll take the chastity key off from around my neck. One step closer girls", I urged them. 

I watched their horror, as I moved the video camera and mast-lighting into place. 

"Alright girls, do you both wish to be unlocked?" I asked. 

They were too humiliated to answer, they just nodded their heads in shame. I reminded them that they both had a safeword to use, if needed. 

When I unlocked their clits, they engorged and sprang to life. 212 days with not even a full erection! That's a long time. 

"Katrina and I won't be touching your clits girls. You're also well aware that you're not permitted to touch your own. You know you'd be punished for this. 

"But...we'll allow you to touch each other's clitties if you want". I laid down an awful choice for them. 

"Go ahead sweet girls, get each other hard", Katrina added. 

"Maybe we'll let you make some cummies", she cooed to them in a baby voice. 

Kaylee at least had the added barrier of a satin glove. Poor Tiffany knew she was skin on skin only. They very cutely, just started out by holding each other's cocks. I think Kaylee, with the barrier of her satin glove, was the first to start stroking and getting Tiffany erect. 

The camera's were rolling, our girls looked fantastic! Katrina and I stood back and watched the show.

Wouldn't it be cruel if we gave them this glimmer of hope, only to lock them back up again, without a release? 

I wonder what they'll do with each other, to prevent that from happening? 

Stay tuned!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Should we let the Sissy's Cum?

  

I just became a foot-pimp!

Continued from: Crying is not a Safeword and the storylines involving: Cabin Crew Nylons 

"There, there sweetheart, you can stay 'little' for as long as you like ok? Mommy will take good care of you", I softly swooned to her. 

This is the manner in which I was speaking to Summer, after her punishment session with me and we had her in the tub for a nice soak. 

Her spanking experience and punishment session, administered for something naughty she had actually done in her life, brought her emotions to a deeper level of vulnerability. 

I guess the only thing that made sense to her in the moments after, was to ask me if she could be a 'little', for the rest of our time together. I happily indulged her. 

She soon found herself in an adult-baby onesie, a delicate lace choker and fuzzy pink socks that went over her knees, with little sheep prints on them. 

Summer slipped my hosed-feet, out of my high heels that I had been in for the past few hours. It was a welcome relief. She sat on her bum in front of me. 

"So this must be what the gentleman who buy your pantyhose fantasize about huh? That first moment when your hot and sweaty heels come off. They picture you running your hands over the damp musk of your nylons?" I said to her.

"I guess so Mommy. That last post I made, the one that got me punished, those nylons sold about three minutes after I posted them, and for two times the price I was asking", Summer explained. 

"Show me what you think the gentlemen wish they were doing Summer", and I extended a foot to her. 

She closed her eyes slightly, then ran her nose along the sole of my foot, tracing a line up and down the seam that ran through the middle of the sole. She was inhaling deeply, while brushing her lips against my arch. 

"Are my nylons smelly Summer?" I bluntly asked her. 

"No Mommy, not at all. They smell like feet...that have just been in hot, high heels. I smell beautiful, feminine lotion and strict leather. Your soles are very warm and damp against my nose Mommy". 

I leaned back into a more comfortable position. 

"Massage both of my feet Summer, using only your lips and tongue", I commanded. 

"Yes Mommy, right away", she replied. 

Look at her poor, spanked ass cheeks, peeking out of her little 3-snap onesie. How adorable!

I began to speak to her about this whole cabin-crew tights fetish, as she continued to cradle my hosed foot and suckle on my toes. 

"Perhaps little one, Cassandra and I could help you market and legitimize you little side hustle? Rather than sneaking a quick sale after a long flight, we could normalize your business, so to speak?"

"But Mommy, isn't it a dirty and naughty thing to do?" She innocently asked. 

"No sweetheart, you're simply providing a service to people, bringing them happiness". 

"So I wouldn't be punished for posting my hosed-feet online and selling my nylons, Mommy?" 

"No Summer, you might be punished for not producing enough content for me. You'd become my little feet hooker", I giggled. 

"We'll talk some more about this, after you make Mommy cum", I ordered. 

I slipped out of my dress and rode Summer's tongue to an amazing orgasm. She was still in a very submissive state and insatiable, she wanted more! 

I gladly indulged her. She ended up licking my pussy, feet and asshole for probably the next two hours. She had so much sexual energy!

Look at her magical little tongue, fucking my tight bottom hole. 

"That's it my baby girl! Make Mommy cum onto your lips", I continued to encourage her until my clit was too sensitive to continue. 

I threw on a satin robe and we went downstairs. I made Summer a hot chocolate with mini marshmallows floating in it, while we talked more about her side hustle. 

"We'll get you some professional photos done, of your feet Summer, as a first step. Cassandra is 19 so she knows all about the social medias, the hype, followers and smashing like buttons and so on". I reassured her. 

"Then we'll make sure you're well stocked-up with Ziploc bags and we'll start to sell your hosiery after every flight and build your little foot-slave empire." I explained. 

Summer giggled in delight. 

"You're like my foot-pimp Mommy! Are you going to smack me around if I'm underperforming?" She asked, holding back laughter. 

"Absolutely young lady. Ten toes on the curb!" I jokingly declared. 

"And I still get to be your 'little' sometimes, Mommy?" She asked me, looking all adorable and pouty. 

"Of course little one", I assured her, as I kissed her pouty lips. 

About a week later, Cassandra had a full website up and running with about 15.5K followers. She named it "Arrivals and Departures". 

There were plenty of Flight Attendant references and hotel-room pictures. Neck scarfs and high heels were in abundance. Most images of Summer looked exactly like this: 

Finally her professional cover photo that we had done.

Summer's feet:

I think in the first week, Summer had about 42 people, pre-ordering her worn pantyhose from flights. Starting deposits to even get a chance to bid, were set at $45.00 USD. 

I take half the profits of this business, Summer gets a controlled portion, like an allowance. This was her idea, she said it would make her feel more little and cared for. I set up the same arrangement with Cassie, who also received an allowance from this side-hustle. 

Yes it's official, I'm her foot-pimp now! 

After a month or so, maybe Summer can just buy her own airline, with her new-found revenue stream?  We'll have a "stable" of Flight Attendants, all working for us and selling their hosiery like an assembly line! Haha!

World Domination via fetishists. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: What would you do for the key?

Crying is not a Safeword

Continued from: Summer gets caught

Today is going to be all business with my poor Summer. She knows she needs to be punished and punished she will be!

Cassandra was under instructions to put Summer through the full "process" of being checked into my facility for a spanking. The check in process is meant to embarrass, humiliate and create deepened feelings of vulnerability, prior to a spanking commencing. 

This usually assists some of the more resistant or stubborn adults, as it sets the stage to let their emotions come to the surface. When the spanking eventually begins, it is much easier for them to feel remorse, shame and release anything they might have pent up. 

And it's a safe, judge-free environment to do exactly that.  

I have a feeling that Summer will definitely be in for quite the surprise. 

She arrived at exactly 9:55AM. Her appointment was scheduled for 10. She greeted Cassie properly with a formal and polite, "Good morning Miss Cassandra". 

Out of the corner of her eye she caught movement, suddenly realizing she wasn't alone in this waiting room. She sat down immediately with her back to the bare-naked male behind her. She was too embarrassed to turn and look. 

"Summer, what brings you to the facility today?" Cassandra asked purposely. I had trained her to ask questions like this, so the clients have to declare out loud, the reason they are there. 

Summer blushed deeply and lowered her head. 

"I'm here to be punished, Miss Cassandra", she mumbled out. 

"And why are you being punished?" Cassandra asked. 

Summer looked at her feet in embarrassment, the irony being that her feet got herself into this pickle in the first place. Then she looked slightly over her shoulder, like doing a blind-spot check. She was dreadfully aware that she was not alone in the waiting room.

"Mistress caught me selling my used nylons on the internet Miss Cassandra", she squeaked out. 

"I see", Cassandra responded with a scorned look on her face. 

"The room to my right Summer, the one labelled for both male and female, is a changeroom. Inside there are lockers. Please strip fully naked. Remove all jewelry, rings and watches and along with your purse and phone, place everything into an open locker". 

Summer was a bit frozen, perhaps in shock at the formality of all of this. She eventually composed herself, took a deep breath and obeyed. 

"Yes Miss Cassandra". 

Summer emerged several minutes later, mortified with feelings of embarrassment and humiliation. 

Cassandra escorted her to a seat in the waiting area, motioning for her to sit. 

"Miss Cassandra, when I closed the locker with all my things in it, it locked", Summer innocently said. 

"Yes Summer, Mistress is the only one who has keys to the lockers, and keys to the boy's cock cages. Isn't that right Kyle?" Cassandra teased. 

It just dawned on Summer, that the poor male sitting behind her, was the same male submissive that she beat and pegged in her first Dominatrix debut: Domina Debut

Now she felt even more embarrassed. Having to admit she was there to be punished, right in front of a male she absolutely, sexually owned, less than a month ago. 

Before she could protest to Cassie or ask for mercy, a ball gag was stuffed into her mouth and padlocked at the buckle. Her wrists were tightly bound behind her back, causing her to lurch forward in the seat. Then came the final and ultimate humiliation, having her legs forced open with a spreader bar, to expose her bare, bald, beautiful pussy. 

Cassandra sat back down and recited her usual script, that she does with all the nervous and trembling clients. 

"Alright you two. 'Mommy' will be here to deal with you shortly. You are both going to be punished in the room to your right. Please remember that crying is encouraged, but it's not your safeword. Nod if you understand me". 

They did. Summer looked on the brink of tears already. Cassie called me to indicate they were ready. 

I clicked into the room, confident and powerful, wearing my finest Mommy-wear, seamed hose and pearls.

"Kyle first please, Cassie", I commanded. 

She attended to him. Removing his bondage and gag. He was noticeably fighting off a little stiffy in his chastity cage.

I noticed Summer's beautiful puss puss was glistening with shame as well. She looked at me in panic and desperation. I didn't give her the comfort of a wink or a smile. It was all business today. 

"In you go Kyle. Mommy will be with you shortly. Park your nose in the timeout corner", Cassie hissed at him. 

For about the next twenty minutes, the deathly quiet waiting room was filled with the muffled sounds of wood and leather meeting bare buttocks and thighs. Summer's butterflies would have been raging in her tummy, especially when she started to hear the high-pitched yelps and pleas coming from Kyle. 

"No Mommy, please no! Not the hairbrush!" He was shrieking out, sounding more like a naughty little girl than a man. The sharp wooden smacks rang out again and again. 

When the room was once again silent, the door creaked open and Summer turned her head to see the puffy wet eyes and red-face of Kyle. She groaned into her gag when she saw the crimson redness of his bare bum, haloed around two white looking splotches. 

He was directed up on the stage by Cassie and put into his timeout position. 

"Undo Summer for me please Cassandra, then set a 30-minute timer for Kyle". I said. 

"Yes Ma'am", Cassandra responded. 

"Alright Summer Addison, follow me", I sternly spoke to her, slipping her middle name into the mix.

I raised my voice a little, to call out to the waiting room as Summer followed me into the spanking room. 

"Cassandra huni, bring me the foot cane. It's the thin one with the gold handle, behind your desk". 

"Mommy, please no. Not my feet!" Summer pleaded with me as the door shut behind us. 

I disregarded her pleas and began to describe the mechanics of the punishment table to her. I pointed out where her wrists will be bound, where her feet will be bound and how I expect her to arch and present her soles for me. I pointed to the center bolster and told her this is for raising and presenting her bare bum. 

She whimpered in defeat, continuing to apologize for being so naughty.

Cassandra entered the room with the cane I requested, specifically designed for bare soles. It’s light and thin enough to ensure no damage is done to the small bones in the feet, but whippy enough to truly administer a memorable punishment. 

Cassie placed the vicious cane on the punishment table and left the room. 

I pulled Summer over to the couch and had her sit down next to me for a chat. I gently explained to her why she was going to be punished and asked if she agreed it was fair, given her behaviour.

With tears in her eyes she trembled out a "yes Mommy, I'm sorry". 

I patted my hosed thighs. 

"Alright Summer Addison, over Mommy's lap. You need to be taught a long and hard lesson young lady". 

She got a very firm and lengthy hand-spanking, as a warm-up, before I brought her to a spanking bench and bound her in place. 

I used the foot cane on her bare bum and thighs, which would have the sensation of cutting a switch and using it on her bare bum. Then she was given a strapping with a leather belt, while she remained bound in this position. 

She had marked up very nicely on her bare bum. Next came the punishment table where she was first paddled, before I declared it was time for her bare soles. 

"Summer, since the reason for your punishment relates to your feet, I feel it is fitting that part of your punishment involves your soles, is this fair?" 

Summer was gently sobbing at this point, nodding her head and saying, "yes Mommy". 

I told her to flex her toes back and arch her feet against the table. She then received 20 stokes of the whippy-cane, on each sole. She was howling and begging by the time I was done. 

I undid her restraints and got her back on my lap, this time in the dreaded, wheelbarrow position which forces EVERYthing...to be on display. 

I used some pink baby lotion and gently massaged this onto her thrashed bottom. She softly moaned and calmed down, her tears subsided. 

Before leaving the room, I pulled her onto my lap and told her that she was forgiven, yet we still had to go see Cassie for her cornertime. 

"Yes Mommy, I understand. Thank you Mommy", she breathed-out. 

Cassandra. 10 minutes please, on her tip-toes. If her heels touch the floor, bring her and the foot cane back to see me. Summer had never been on the horrifying, time-out stage before. She was slightly relived that Kyle was no longer there, but felt deep shame that Cassie had to monitor her. 

When her time is up Cassie, send her up to my bedroom please. 

"Yes Ma'am", Cassandra answered. 

Twelve-ish minutes later. A very sheepish and vulnerable, bare-naked Summer, crept into my bedroom. 

We talked for a moment, she thanked me for her punishment and promised to never sell her hosiery on the internet again, unless I have given her permission to do so. She admitted to deep feelings of vulnerability but felt very cared for and loved.  

I led her over to one of my worship chairs. She knelt and hugged my waist. 

"Mommy, can I be a 'little' for the rest of the day?" She sweetly asked me. I wasn't surprised, given how vulnerable her session was. 

"How little, sweetheart?" I asked her. 

She thought about this for a moment, before answering...

"Like...one step above diapers Mommy, if that makes sense?"

"I think I have something that will fit you little one", I stroked her hair and cooed to her.  

I gave my little Summer a bubble bath, then got her dressed as she requested. 

Look how cute this little biscuit is, in her onesie and sockies!

It was now time for her to properly thank me, for her punishment 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Becoming a foot-pimp

Summer gets caught!

Continued from the storyline of: Sissy sucks and cucks

What's the expression? When the cat's away the mouse will play?

Clearly I haven't been keeping my little tart, Summer, on a short enough leash. I think she's currently in Chicago O'hare, on a layover. Out of mere curiosity, I happened to check her secret little "fans", buy and sell site that we used to play out a fantasy of hers: Summer is spanked by the Pilot

Much to my surprise, look what I find. A new post from her hotel room in Chicago!

She wrote a caption to separate this picture and the second one below, that she posted of her feet and heels. It read: 

French-cut, 40D pantyhose, in my leather pumps for a six-hour Venezuela to Chicago.

It feels so great to take my heels off in the hotel room!

Then the audacity, at the end of her post:

Starting bid, pantyhose: $18.00 USD

Starting bid, full leather pumps, size 7.5, two years old, 100+ flights: $99.00 USD

What a naughty little girl!! Ohhh she's in deep shit with me. I text her right away. 

I have come to learn that Summer's fetish and fantasy as it relates to adult spanking, needs to be real for her. She needs to feel like she is actually being punished for something in her real life, not a made-up roleplay of schoolgirl / Principal for instance. She actually wants and needs to have real-life consequences for her actions.

Did she bait me, and make that sales-post thinking I'd catch her and punish her? I don't think so in this case. I think she genuinely would never have assumed I would look there. I'm not buying cabin-crew tights, why would I ever be on a site like that. 

I left her hanging in anticipation for a bit, then sent a follow-up message. 

Pro tip: Use the middle name too, when spanking an adult submissive or letting them know that one is coming, but don't overuse it. It's vulnerable, it's childish and places you into that Mommy or Daddy, authoritarian, care-giver role. 

You want the use of their first and middle name to be serious and rare. It will conjure that deep, pit-of-the-stomach despair that Summer is now experiencing. She doesn't need a plane and a pilot tomorrow, the butterflies in her stomach will flap her home to Toronto. Ha! 

Again...this is what she wants. This is how she wants to be disciplined as an adult. 

I didn't tell Cassie what was up, I let it come as a surprise to her the next day. 

"You've reached The Facility, this is Cassandra speaking, how may I help you?"

"Cassie, it's Summer. We met in the dungeon space that day, remember?"

"Of course Summer, why are you calling in on this line, is everything ok?"

"Oh yes yes, well...no actually...ummm. I have to book an appointment to be punished".

Cassandra paused for a moment. 

"Well in that case, it's Miss Cassandra, are we clear?"

"Yes Miss Cassandra". 

"Let me start a new file for you here and take down some information. Can you tell me the reason that you're booking a punishment?"

Summer was incredibly embarrassed, but slowly and methodically proceeded to tell Cassie what she was caught doing and why I needed to punish her. 

Cassie, on the other end of the line:

"Really? People pay for those things?" 

I can't say I blame Cassie, that was my initial reaction too.

"I'm going to email you a confirmation and a consent form Summer. You're booked for 10AM tomorrow morning, I would highly recommend you be on time. Please fill everything out, sign it and send it back to me".

"Consent? Consent for what Miss Cassandra?"

"On the form you're basically acknowledging and consenting to the possibility of seeing other naked adults or being around complete strangers in various forms of undress". 

"Oh...ummm. Thank you Miss, I'll see you tomorrow. 

That's right! It hadn't dawned on me until now. Summer has never experienced the formalities of a session booking at my facility. She's either been straight to my bed, straight to the gym or most recently, beating a slave-boy in my dungeon space. Domina debut

I was kinda eavesdropping from the kitchen when that call came in. I tried to play it aloof with Cassie and clicked into the waiting room, just as she was finishing up on the phone.  

"Mistress Andrea, that was...ahhhhumm, Summer". Cassie said, sounding surprised. "Aren't you two like dating?" She asked. 

"I'm not really sure what we are Cassie huni, playmates I guess. Did she just book an appointment?" I asked her. 

"Yes Ma'am, for tomorrow at 10", she replied. 

"Mistress, is she..."

Cassie paused for a moment. 

"Am I to give her the FULL 'check-in' experience Ma'am?" Cassie finally asked, while slightly cringing. 

"Yes Cassie, she's here tomorrow to be punished", I said sternly. Then I asked if her if I had anyone else booked for 10. 

"Yes Ma'am, Kyle is booked too. A 'Mommy' experience, he has indicated on his request form this time", Cassandra replied.

"Oh perfect! Summer is going to be seeing 'Mommy' tomorrow too. It's exactly what that naughty little girl needs! Did she tell you why she's being punished?" I asked Cassie. 

She giggled out loud and replied yes. 

"Have you seen what she and some of her co-works post on their fan-sites?"

I grabbed my phone and showed Cassie an image from a previous post, of Summer's co-worker, Vanessa, who was posting her nylons for sale. 

She scanned the image for longer than I expected, before blurting out:

"That's kinda fuckin' hot Ma'am". 

*sigh*

"What am I gonna do with you Cassie!" I sighed and shook my head.

"Language young lady!” Was all I could think of saying to fight off my laughter. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

Continued in: Crying is not a Safeword