Take her to my Chambers

Continued from: Collaring Ceremony

We got Bella down from her bondage pose and for the first time this evening, she got to run her gloved hand over the strict leather collar and rhinestone lettering. She smiled and moaned delicately as goosebumps enveloped her entire body once again.

Her nipples hardened and she looked at me, slightly desperate, slightly ravenous. It was a look of, "give me an order Mistress".

Hopefully I interpreted her signs correctly, I happily obliged her! 

"Bella huni, I'd like you to thank Madam Summer by kissing her passionately. I'd like this kiss to be directly onto her asshole", I commanded. 

She replied with a "yes Mistress", almost immediately. 

It's like I planned this. My two vixens, both in panties that covered their pussies but exposed their bottoms. 

"Good girl", I praised her. "Now Katrina please". 

Small and basic little commands, to get Bella into the groove of pleasing multiple people and serving multiple people as a sex slave, regardless of who they are. This was Bella's new role now, and I think she was loving it.

"Thank you Madam Katrina", Bella spoke, before planting a lovely and passionate French kiss, directly onto her bare asshole. 

Such a degrading act to have explained or hear out loud, but it was so goddamn sexy to watch. 

"Now Summer's mound", I ordered. 

I think all three of them cringed and were red-faced with embarrassment, at my unique choice of words. It's true though! When you put a beautiful, shaved and delicious pussy into a g-string that small, where the material covering her pussy lips is about the size of a won-ton wrapper, it becomes a "mound". Add a little camel toe accentuation and it's a gorgeous sight! 

Moreover, by saying mound and not pussy, it should make Bella believe that she is only permitted to kiss Summer over her panties, which is exactly what I wanted to see.

Yep, they all understood. I made her kiss Katrina's mound next. 

Kissing is such lovely foreplay isn't it? My style of kissing is just a little different though. 👿

"Ladies, Bella has been reborn as my owned sex slave tonight, this is a monumental step for her and a beautiful moment in her life. It's time to consummate this union", I told my two minions. 

"Take her to my chambers". I added a little cavewoman, Viking flare in that one.

I've used diaper positions for adult spanking before, I've used the dreaded wheelbarrow position too, but I don't think I've ever walked in on something like this before. My two little vixens must have cooked this plan up on their own, I don't even know what to call it...

They were cradling Bella and supporting her weight, all while spreading her legs and presenting her bare pussy for me. And Bella!...was absolutely soaked!

"Here is your prize Mistress", Summer said, as I walked into the room. Awww! What a sweetie pants she is!

"Oh my slave girl! Look at that drenched cunt!" I responded. Using my most vulgar to humiliate Bella even further. 

I spanked her directly onto her pussy lips, pretending I was punishing her pussy for being wet. 

"Such a naughty pussy!" 

Kat and Summer loved this! They continued holding her, while I stripped down and got into my strap on. 

Consummate I DID! Ohhhh Bella got the fucking of a lifetime, all while being vulnerably cradled by my two minions. 

We did a little choking next, something she quietly told me she was into, many sessions ago. Kat and Summer got a decent but reasonable grip on her neck, while she rode my cock. 

Bella orgasmed almost instantly, with my permission of course. It was so raw and violent and beautiful. I'm sure she would never forget this night!

I needed some sugar for myself, after all this build up. I put Summer on nipple duty, Katrina's tongue up my asshole and Bella on my pussy. Ever had an overstimulation orgasm ladies? I suggest you try it!

It makes you want to lay in bed for the next few hours, melting into my 1500 thread-count sheets, eating coffee flavoured ice cream and smoking darts!

Apart from the sheets, I didn't have the other items on-hand. I guess I'll have to settle for two gorgeous women in my bed and a sex slave who would suck their pussy juice off my bare toes if I asked her to.

Life is good!

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Frozen Ghost

   

 

Collaring Ceremony

Continued from: Remember, be girly

From what I have heard, of the deeply kink community and the lifestyle BDSM participants, a submissive or slave being collared for the very first time by their new owner, is quite the experience. 

I understand it can become rather emotional, with tears of overwhelming joy. I get it...A submissive being taken on as an "owned slave", meaning they are accepted, never judged and now the property of another. Powerful stuff indeed!

Since I am relatively new to town, this town anyway, I haven't been around long enough to fully and formally collar a slave as my property, until now.

She was my very first client, looking for adult spanking as an alternative form of emotional therapy. She has opened her vulnerability to me and shared her tears countless times over. She has shared her daughter with me and she has been taken to both extremes of the BDSM spectrum, once when she was age regressed and diapered, and another session where she was harnessed-up as a prancing, pony slave.

You can read about these lovely moments here: 

Her very first Spanking

Bella's Age Regression Kink

Bella is a Pony Slave

I could think of no one better in my life, professional or personal, who not only deserves a collar but also, earned a formal ceremony to accompany one.

The beautiful Bella Goth, just last week, asked me to collar her!

I had never done a formal collar ceremony before and since Bella was asking to be collared, I wanted to ensure it was a memorable experience for her. My first instinct was that I needed assistants. I was picturing some ancient Egyptian beauties, a few wisps of white linen covering their most intimate areas, leading Bella to some sacrificial altar. 

Yet instead of canopic jars and me dressed like Anubis, it would be bondage, collars, high heels and lingerie! Eff-you ancient Egypt, I got this!

So, I needed two scantily-clad beauties. Who better to ask than my ultimate side-chick and girl-crush, Summer and the fiery Cuckoldress, sissy-tamer, Katrina. 

They were more than happy to help, to play the roles of my props during this elaborate sonnet that was unfolding, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene. 

We went with matching gold-leaf collars for these two vixens, latex opera gloves and a beautiful, soft satin rope tie to accentuate and bind their breasts. Down below, a pussy covering, anal opening g-string, white stockings and d'orsay heels. 

They looked absolutely stunning!

I phoned Bella who was already anticipating her collaring was going down tonight. I left the phone conversation mysterious and cryptic for her, by only saying:

"Dress in an evening gown. It's time"...

Then I hung up immediately. 

I didn't have to ask if Bella owned a gown, of course she did! Look at this stunner. 

No receptionist to greet her this time. I simply left a note on the desk. 

My dearest Bella,

Please report to my private chambers

Your collar awaits 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo 

I spared no expense with the pomp and circumstance of this occasion. We were laying it on thick for her. 

She walked in on quite the scene, when she entered my bedroom. I heard an audible gasp escape her crimson painted lips. I'm not certain she expected assistants. Certainly not ones so beautiful and scantily-clad. 

Summer and Katrina swapped places, moving very slow and robotic, not saying a word. Summer took up a position at my right side and began to officiate the ceremony. 

"Isabella Octavia Goth, down on your knees and bow your head", Summer told her, remembering her script perfectly. 

It was very moving to see a grown woman so elegantly dressed, kneeling as a submissive. I hadn't said a word yet. I sat their stoic and Goddess-like, as I felt the situation demanded.

Summer continued with her scripted content:

"Repeat after me, I Isabella".

"I Isabella". She followed along perfectly...

"Am a slave to my wet cunt".

Katrina almost broke character into a giggle. Bella hesitated for a moment, embarrassed at the crassness of Summer's script. 

"Am slave to my wet cunt".

"And my wet cunt, makes me a slave".

"And my wet cunt, makes me a slave".

I chose this paradoxical mantra for Bella to recite, as it describes the infinite cycle of a submissive. Being humiliated and degraded makes her pussy ache and drip. When her pussy aches and drips she becomes humiliated and embarrassed from the involuntary arousal, and so begins the vicious cycle of her infinite submission.

A predicament? A conundrum? I don't know *shrug*. I thought it was an excellent mantra for her.

Summer continued. 

"Who owns your wet cunt Bella?" 

"My Mistress".

"If YOU are a slave to your cunt, and your wet cunt is the property of Mistress Andrea, who is your owner?" 

"Mistress Andrea", Bella gasped out, breathy and aroused. 

I spoke for the first time. 

"Rise Isabella". 

I'll admit, this was a bit much. We were entering the realm of , "rise a Knight" territory. However, were also nearing the end of our ceremonious script and ready for some action. I could tell all the girls were anxiously aroused.   

"Girls, take her to the dungeon please", I spoke again. 

Katrina and Summer each took an arm and led her away as if against her will. 

They knew that once in the dungeon, she was to be stripped of her gown and strung up on her tip-toes for a whipping. 

My two minions did my bidding and manhandled Bella down to the dungeon space. She was aggressively stripped of her heels, her gown and her bra and panties. Her elegant necklace was removed to make-way for her collar. 

When I clicked into the dungeon I was met with the most beautiful scene. I had to snap a photo it was so artistically lovely. 

I slowly clicked toward the trio. Watching Bella jump with each of my heel clicks. 

"Thank you ladies", I seductively purred. 

I specifically wanted to use a riding crop with a heart-shaped tip. My plan was to cover her beautiful, bare ass in red heart prints. It would look so cute to mark her like this before she got her collar. 

Forty or so lashes did the trick, enough to cover both cheeks and her upper thighs. It looked as darling and beautiful as I expected. I photographed the smattering of heart-shaped welts to show her later. 

Did it look like this, all over her bare bum? Not really, but it was the thought that counted!

The girls got her spun around to face me. I went to another area of the space to get Bella's collar.

"Girls, please kneel while I officially take Bella as my prized possession". I mixed in this additional flamboyant and ceremonious line. 

I approached slowly with the collar in my hand. Bella never took her eyes off me. I held the soft leather in front of her face and ran it's smooth lustre against her breasts. I watched as her nipples hardened instantly and goosebumps consumed her entire body. 

I held it up to her nose so she could smell the unmistakable aroma of leather.

I turned it over to face it toward Bella for the first time. The rhinestone lettering twinkled in the candlelight, spelling out the word "OWNED". 

I watched several stray tears, rolling down Bella's cheeks. It was not from the pain of her whipping, certainly not. I could see the desperate lust in her eyes, the loving devotion toward me and the freedom of acceptance. 

It was a beautiful moment. I'm glad we decided to make this so formal and decadent. I kissed both of her cheeks to taste her briny tears, then removed her gag to kiss her lips and transfer her tears onto them. 

I finished by rolling her lower lip into mine and slowly tugging on it as a drew my head back to look into her eyes. 

"Mine!" I playfully hissed out. 

That was all that needed to be said to conclude her ceremony. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Take her to my Chambers

 

 

 

 

   

Remember, be Girly!

Continued from: Happy Endings

"What do you mean you don't know how?!" I snapped at Kaylee, who was protesting and pleading with me, claiming he didn't know how to give a handjob. 

"You spent years, probably a decade or more, as a closet masturbator no? Before you came to me and we got that little thing locked up". I continued on my tirade. 

"You should have plenty of experience working a cock with your hands young lady!" I mixed in a feminine moniker.

I then had him show me how he would position his right hand around an erect penis. 

He certainly doesn't have what I would call "man-hands". Kaylee is from a generation of gaming in Mommy and Daddy's basement. His hands are soft and delicate. With the gold bracelet he's wearing and the nail polish that matches the dress, my male clients won't mind. 

Besides, they're getting released from chastity for this. I'm sure they'd fuck a warm apple pie if it meant they could cum. Silly boys!

Kaylee bathes or showers only in an environment that I control and under my supervision. I ensure that all shower products are made for women, deodorant included and I even make him use intimate wash on his locked "clitty" and his bottom hole. 

Make-up and hair get done next, which he is slowly learning to do on his own. Then I have his work attire laid out for him. 

He looks the part, he smells the part, his features are soft and feminine. He just happens to have a locked-up penis between his legs that he rarely gets to use, that we refer to as a "clit". 

Secretly, he does enjoy this role and his status as a sissy slave. It's his kink and his fetish to own and embrace. He just needed a little help at the beginning, months and months ago, to truly embrace what he is. 

I would never judge him for what he enjoys. 

We made our way down to reception so I could dictate to Kaylee, how I wanted this new process to be set up. He took his seat and began to type bullets of how I want this to work. 

• Only male slaves who have been in chastity for longer than 30 days, will qualify for a happy ending after their spanking
• Kaylee will offer happy ending services, only to male slaves who qualify
• The service will cost an additional $20.00
• Kaylee will administer the happy endings, via handjob only

"Make sense Kaylee?" I asked. 

"Yes Goddess", he replied. 

"The client due today Kaylee, who is it and how long have I had him locked up?" 

This afternoon you have Brandon, Goddess, and he has been in chastity for 42 days", Kaylee responded. 

"Oh good! Call Brandon. Tell him there is a new service at the Facility he qualifies for and ask if he's interested. Don't tell him WHO, will be doing the handjob, clear?" I ordered. 

"Yes Goddess Andrea". Kaylee squeaked out in defeat. 

He was too far down the rabbit hole to turn back now. Kaylee knew he could safeword out with zero repercussions, but he elected not to. 

Before long, the extremely pale-skinned Brandon, was in the waiting room. Kaylee's heart must have been pounding out of his chest. Brandon had accepted the new service of a happy ending to compliment his spanking, especially having been denied for almost 45 days. 

After his anticipation time in the waiting room with Kaylee, I got Brandon into the spanking room and onto a pouting stool, facing a wall. 

I returned to Kaylee and left Brandon fully naked and trembling. 

Kaylee was a bit panicked, asking me what he should do and how. 

"Remember huni, you are a girl now. A pretty and sexual girl. Brandon will want to feel your feminine energy and seduction", I explained to him. 

"The clients are vulnerable and ashamed after they've been spanked. They'll be looking to regain some of their shattered masculinity, in an act of toxic aggression. Aim the cock at your face huni, right when he's about to spurt. Just keep your glasses on!" I said to Kaylee. 

"A facial, Goddess?" Kaylee cried out in embarrassment. 

"Yes huni, give yourself a facial. We want to take good care of our clients and ensure they feel important and cared for. Brandon will enjoy your soft hands and the opportunity to cum onto your face", I cooed to Kaylee. 

"Yes Goddess Andrea", he finally acquiesced, with his eyes lowered. 

I went into the punishment room to deal with Brandon, asking him if he was ready. I unlocked his penis before we began, so he could feel the sensation of my leather pants against it. 

He got a first class hiding! His poor, pale skin marked up so easily and rapidly. 

I gave him 30 minutes of cornertime when his spanking was finished, up on the stage with Kaylee monitoring. 

Kaylee was paying close attention to the countdown too! He knew that when the timer was up, it was happy ending time. 

"Remember, be girly". I whispered to Kaylee as I left the room. 

I had previously told my sissy Kaylee, where to do the handjobs and how, the rest was up to her. She remembered to be girly, with her little high heels kicked up and dainty ankles crossed. 

Before long, Kaylee's face and glasses were coated in streams of hot, pent-up, cum. 

Such a good girl. Look at that face covered in load!

I let Kaylee keep $5.00 from her handjob, and all future handjobs, just to keep her feeling a bit trashy! 

Hehe

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Collaring Ceremony

Happy Endings

Continued from: White Noise

Poor Cassandra had just spent nearly two hours in idle submission, a practice I referred to in the last post as "white noise". The experience was extremely humiliating for her, yet as our time together drew to an end, she was begging through her gag, asking permission to cum. I guess the humiliation of her predicament had made her ravenous with arousal. 

I allowed it, but on the condition that she masturbate right in front of me and at the dining room table, where she and I have shared countless meals together. Masturbating in the vanilla façade of the dining room, should make Cassandra feel extra degraded and dirty. 

It didn't stop her from getting right down to business and flopping a leg up on the table. It was so hot to watch! God damn did she ever give herself a fine seeing to! 

With drool cascading down between her tits, bubbling from the gag, it did a superb job of lubricating her pussy. If we had more time I would have bent her right over that table for a good Rogering!

Alas, I had to drive her to her parents mansion for dinner. I poked my head in on Summer in the gym. I told her I was just dropping Cassie off, then told Summer to shower when she was done in the gym and wait for me on my bed, bare naked. She giggled and kissed me with a: "yes Mistress Andrea".

Little Cassie had me all hot and bothered...I intend to take this out on Summer when I returned, or so she thought. 

When I dropped Cassandra off she kissed my mouth, thanking me for everything and hugging me tightly. 

"I'll see you next Sunday, Ma'am?" She said in a hopeful voice. 

"Ohhh your poor little bum. I wouldn't miss it young lady", I replied. 

I watched her up to the door, rubbing her bum, likely to mitigate the dull ache before she had to sit with her family.  

When I returned to Summer, I found her naked and on my bed, like I ordered. Yet she somehow managed to get both her wrists into the bed cuffs. 

I'm not sure how the little spider monkey accomplished this, but it was fuckin' hot to walk in on, a little tied-up present of sexiness on my bed!

She spent the majority of the weekend extremely age regressed and participating in MDLG activities. She specifically requested this as an escape, but it is also very vulnerable and very degrading for her emotionally. I needed to build her back up again, not keep her under my stiletto or chained to my bed.

I unhooked her wrists and sat her up. 

"I want you to fuck me Summer! Good and hard!" I breathy-voice moaned to her. 

I helped her into a robust sized strap-on and just let her go to town on me. Boy, did she ever!

I finished off by riding her, so she could look into my face while I orgasmed all over that cock. 

I wanted her to stay. Gawd, I think I wanted her to stay forever. I was falling for Summer, hard!

She unfortunately had to go back to work tomorrow. She showered me with kisses and hugs, thanking me repeatedly for exactly what she needed this weekend. 

Cassandra, Summer...both spanked, humiliated and degraded, yet I'm being thanked repeatedly by them and showered with hugs and kisses?!

Happy endings all around I guess, except for the way my heart ached. 

Tears were welling up in my eyes as she left. The reason I knew I was falling for her, was I no longer knew how to say goodbye...

************************

Kaylee, who you'll remember from previous posts, is my male, sissy slave. He took over the role of my Receptionist, when Cassandra had to go back to school. Sissy Secretary 

Often times you'd find me sitting on his lap, being a total slut, grinding my leather pants into his mid-section. His poor mid-section where you would find a locked-up dick, housed by the most delicate and feminine of panties. 

Despite being mortified with humiliation most days, he's actually doing a decent job with my clients. 

Early in the week I called him into my office for a chat. 

"Yes Goddess Andrea?" He spoke. 

He calls me Goddess now. It seems to me that he interprets this as a "rank" higher than Mistress. Whatever, I allow it. 

"Kaylee huni, we have a client due this afternoon and I'd like to try something new today, for an additional cost of course". I explained. 

"I want you to start giving the male clients happy endings"...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Remember, be Girly!

White Noise

Continued from: Summer gets a babysitter

There's a term I like to use for a specific BDSM activity. I call it slave "white noise" or submissive "white noise". 

White noise is a tactic I like to use to humiliate a submissive while ensuring they are feeling extra-subby for me. What white noise means, is that I'm doing something vanilla, in a vanilla environment, while something from the kink world is going on. 

Take Julie's horribly humiliating spanking at the dinner table for instance, as described here: The Spanking she Never Got

The family continued with their meal while her spanked and naked bottom was on display in the timeout corner. (Her actual, spanked and naked bottom...thank you Miss Julie for the permission 👍)

Ouchie! 

In this example, naughty Julie is the white noise in the background. No one is interacting with her but she is engaged in kink-content, amidst a vanilla backdrop. As Julie can and probably will attest to, it's dreadfully humiliating. Cornertime is a good example of what I mean by white noise. 

A spanked adult male, nursing a sore bottom is in the corner for an hour. I decide to call my Mom to talk about the weather and what's new on the Food Network. 

A naughty female slave is bound, gagged, collared and blindfolded, riding a fucking machine while I do a work zoom-call in the same room, reminding her to be quiet or we're upgrading the ball-size for her mouth.

Something about the submissive being somewhat ignored, but still trapped within a BDSM scene, is what creates the humiliation and makes the act more degrading and punishing for them. 

Read a magazine while a silly male right beside you is being ass fucked by a machine, why not. You're loosely paying attention. 

I have seen plenty of content online, usually it's a Mistress or Dominant female having her feet suckled on and she looks like she's loosely paying attention. Or a Mistress is on a queening stool with a slave beneath her, his tongue up her asshole, and she's gaming, or chatting with friends. 

Here's a challenge for you dominant, work-from-home ladies. Rock a zoom call with your colleagues, while you make him lick your asshole! Wear a professional upper, skirt with no panties lower. Let him listen in stomach-churning humiliation, as you have a budget meeting while his tongue is deep in your bum hole. 

Trust me on this one, you'll feel like an absolute Goddess!

My silly male slaves and my ridiculous sissies know ALL about being white noise. Clicking around the house trying to balance in lockable heels, moping and vacuuming. Or having to watch and listen to Cassie and I enjoying lunch at the dining room table together, while they are chained to the kitchen sink, handwashing my panties. 

Cassandra knows about the burning shame of white noise too, and the manner in which I use it. So this is going to be her punishment today, for being caught with an unkempt pussy.

We have two hours before her dinner with her family. She's going to spend every second of that two hours as white noise.

 "Cassandra huni, do you know why I have to punish you", I spoke to her in a gentle tone. 

"Yes Ma'am", her eyes lowered in defeat. "Because my pussy wasn't pristine for you Ma'am". She stammered out. 

"Are you going to whip my pussy Ma'am?" She asked nervously. 

"Not today young lady, no. You are going to be spending the next two hours bare naked and gagged, regardless of whether or not Summer sees you". I ordered. 

"Yes Ma'am, thank you Ma'am", she said. 

I had her fetch one of the ball gags she uses when checking in my clients at the reception desk. The ball is smaller, better on the jaw for longer-term wear and the buckle has a padlock option. 

Once the gag was locked in place she whimpered, as she heard me say "naked and drooling". 

Red, feminine lips framed around a shiny ball. There is a certain, artistic beauty to ball gags, even with the drool. I love them!

I don't think Cassandra knew she was going to be put into white noise, until it actually happened. I had her kneel for me and put my feet up to relax. Summer would be awake soon and we had already agreed that after her nap, would mark the end of her age regression weekend. 

Summer knew and probably heard that Cassandra received her maintenance spanking with me, but I don't think she knows Cassie is now being punished. I heard the shower running down the hall, as did Cassandra. It must mean Summer is up, out of her diaper and ready to return to the adult world again.

I was furiously page-turning Miss Julie's latest book again. A young man named David is sent to stay with his hot, MILF Aunt and her cute, young, bubbly wife (who actually reminds me a lot of Summer). David soon finds himself being spanked by his Aunt for REAL!

Anyway, it's a hot read! Check it out! Miss Julie's Third Book!

As I was saying, I was reading with my feet up on Cassandra as Summer walked in. 

"Oh my!" She gasped out loud. "This doesn't look like a maintenance spanking." Summer stated.

"She already received that. Cassie is being punished for something else Summer", I said. 

Cassandra groaned and protested through her gag. Obviously hating every moment of me spilling her tea to Summer. 

"Summer Addison, how are you expected to keep your pussy for me young lady?" I asked in a sharp and official manner. 

Summer's feet came together as though standing at attention. 

"My pussy is to be pristine for you at all times Ma'am. Shaved bald and pleasantly scented", she rattled off like a soldier. 

I nodded my head in a telling motion toward Cassandra, while looking at Summer. 

"Ohhhh, I see. Yikes", Summer compassionately said, yet this only humiliated Cassandra even further. 

"Well, I'll be in the gym". 

Summer chirped-up, all chipper and energized, as though a naked and gagged female, kneeling in the room with my feet up on her was just a normal thing to see. 

I brought Cassie downstairs and put her in a "present" position while I made coffee. Strands of drool were glistening from her tits and nipples as she struggled to swallow more down. 

I sat at the table and had my coffee, while scrolling through my phone, all the while, my soothing and calming white noise, played in the background. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Happy Endings