Summer moves in with me

Continued from: 

Say it Again

and

Bella becomes a collared sex slave

Summer and I spent a beautiful three days together in New Orleans, falling deeper and deeper in love with each passing day. We foodie explored, drinkie-explored and took in some of the old-world history of that place. 

French Quarter beignets and café au lait by day, wildly passionate, lezdom sex by night. I'm pretty sure some of the things we were doing in the hotel room at night, would be illegal in Pennsylvania.

 

Hehe. 

The long and short of NOLA, is that we had a blast together! We were in love and we adored each other immensely. This still didn't save her naughty little arse though! I paddled her bare bum right before we left to head to the airport. She was forced to squirm in her airline seat the whole way home, soaking through he little thong all the while.

It was a long enough flight that we had plenty of time to discuss the logistics of being in love with each other. Does she leave a toothbrush at my house now? Does she fully move in? Would she be helping with my clients or enjoying the spoils of dominant life, using and abusing my numerous slaves? 

Anyone who has been a fan of my little Summer from the beginning, knows that she has Mommy issues, she enjoys dressing and behaving more "little" and needs to be cared for like a mdlg relationship. You'll also know that when she needs a spanking she wants it to be REAL, severe, humiliating and for real reasons. She wants actual rules and consequences.

These are some of the factors we discussed on the flight home, eventually arriving at a domestic discipline-type relationship being the best fit for us, with a healthy dollup of age regression and mdlg. The DD lifestyle would always be running in the background with Summer and I, amidst slaves coming and going, sissy maids and adult clients to the Facility.  

Summer was going to move in with me.   

Summer knew she wouldn't have to lift a finger if she didn't want to, there was always a sissy in chastity and a lockable dress to deal with chores, cleaning and all our laundry. We agreed that she would have dominant rights over all of my slaves and sissies, and was willing to help in the dungeon or punishment room, if a client wanted a dual-Domme session.

She was planning on staying with her current airline but would likely just work less shifts. She also had her Flight Attendant, nylon and heels fetish side-business still running, a hobby she was making both she and I gobs of money from!

I set her up and took this one in our hotel room in NOLA. Cha-ching! $$

I think we had it all, the best of every corner of kink that we enjoy and two people in love to enjoy it together! Life was good. 

About a week after New Orleans, I had Bella booked for some anal training. Since she became a collared slave of mine during her official ceremony, she no longer books or dictates when she sees me for discipline and training, I tell her when it's happening. 

A wise person once told me the difference between a submissive and a slave. A submissive has to consent and submit to the dominance of another, every time. A slave only submits once...

Bella was now the latter and for safety purposes we of course had a contract written out. It spells out the terms of how she is required to serve me and what is expected of her. The contract has a 6-month term of renewal. Nothing about how she is used or treated can be negotiated until her maturity date, trumped only by her safeword as an additional layer of safety. It was a good system. Bella confessed once that merely reading her contract, which she does often, makes her gush with arousal and want to masturbate. 

Such a naughty slave girl! 

All of this being said, these are the type of conversations we have now. It seems harsh and aggressive but trust me, she absolutely loves being spoken to like this:

See?...Simple as that. 

Now she has all afternoon and evening to fill with butterflies, worry, fantasize, become aroused, become afraid. The perfect cocktail of emotions for her. 

I asked Summer if she wanted to help and showed her the text exchange. 

She giggled out loud. 

"Hells yes I do! Bella is a smoke-show!" She replied. 

Typically one would be jealous of a comment like that from the person you love, angry even, but not us and she's not wrong. 

Bella IS a fuckin' smoke-show. And she's about to get her asshole violated in my dungeon!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Bella takes an enema

  

Say it Again

Continued from: The Big Easy

So now what? 

Summer and I are madly in love with each other. But I think we knew this long ago.

Nothing really changed to be honest. We finished up some tears of joy and passion on the bed, then took things into the hot tub for a lovely soak. It felt a little different when I kissed her. Like her lips were the only ones on earth!

"Did you bring your girl-cock", Summer asked sweetly. 

"I most certainly did sweetie", I replied to her, as I gave both of her nipples a little pinch and twist to verify my dominant role over her. 

"Get it for me slut, and beg your Mistress to fuck you", I declared. 

The booze was definitely talking a little now, as my sexual aggression took over. Summer loves this though. She groaned out loud and scampered out of the tub to fetch the harness and cock. 

Her tipsy state was taking over too, as she bent herself over the edge of the hot tub and begged me to fuck her, spreading her ass checks apart with her hands. 

"Force me to take your cock please Mistress. Force me to be your slut!" She cried out. 

I slapped her beautiful ass and entered her from behind. I was doing a bit of thrusting but she was doing a fine job herself, pounding her pussy back onto the dildo.

I sat up on the ledge so she could do ALL the work now and ride me, as deeply as she wanted and as fast as she wanted. She gave herself one hell of a pounding! 

Then I made her suck her beautiful wetness from the dick. 

"That's it my delicious slut, clean yourself off my dick", I barked at her. 

She moaned in delight as I continued to tastefully degrade her. 

We did a few more rotations of pussy-to-mouth until I allowed her to orgasm for me. She played with her lovely little clit while I fucked her deeply and brought herself to a trembling orgasm. 

We cast aside the harness and I ordered Summer to lick my asshole while I masturbated. Mmm, her tongue was magical, deeply fucking my ass as the steam rose all around us. 

It was a beautifully passionate night together. After our skirmish in the hot tub we took things over to the bed and popped a bottle. Summer was tipsy enough that she asked permission to suckle champagne from my toes. I'm her foot-pimp after all, why not, I thought to myself. 

She might be the one making money hand over fist, with her little nylon and feet racket, but my toes and soles would make any foot-person drool. I keep my feet pristine. I choose ivory white polish for this trip!

She filtered two glasses of champagne over my toes and sipped from the glass while spending the next hour massaging and licking my soles. 

The tender sensation was blissfully comforting. It was putting me to sleep. 

I pulled her up from her kneel and we snuggled under the sheets. She looked right at me with lust in her eyes and said, 

"I love you Mistress". 

I smiled back. 

"Mmmm, say it again!" 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Summer moves in with me

 

The Big Easy

Continued from: The entire storyline of Summer, but most recently:

I have a plane to catch

Despite the fact that New Orleans smells like a humid hangover and pee, I really do enjoy the place. It has a smoky, old-world feel to it. I'm not much of a Bourbon Street or Mardis Gras gal, I much prefer the Chandelier District and the speakeasy feel that it has. Seamed stockings and a properly made Old-Fashioned, that's more my style. The sad tambour of a trombone in the background, giving me goosebumps, as charbroiled oysters flare up from the kitchen. I can only hope that Summer likes all of this too, she doesn't strike me as a tits-out, neck full of beads sorta girl. 

Summer's tits...fuck I miss her! *sigh*

She was already one night in, at some postage-stamp hotel room her airline puts the crew up in. I sent her an address via text and she asked me if it was the upscale room I booked. I replied with: 

"No huni it's a Tailor, they'll look after you, xoxo".

She of course LOL'ed me over text, declaring she was excited and that I was so mysterious sometimes. 

The finished product, was pretty fuckin' cute though!

Look at my little prohibition, sex-slave mobster, complete with a felt Fedora and pocket watch! The outfit and tailoring was grotesquely expensive, but I didn't care, look how sexy she is! You don't want to be the richest person in the graveyard right? 

When I eventually got landed, limo'ed and checked into the swanky hotel room, Summer was just finishing up at the tailor. I sent her the address to the famous, Court of Two Sisters restaurant. It's such a beautifully, romantic place. I settled on a leather two-piece outfit with gold accents and heels. Anyone who saw the pair of us out in public might subtly notice our D/s dynamic, with the way I was dressed. 

Even though Summer had sent me numerous messages saying "let's go back to the room and fuck" (which I'll be spanking her for later), I wanted this night to be different, my heart was so full for her.

We gazed into each other's eyes throughout dinner, amidst the backdrop of slow jazz music in this 300 year-old courtyard, adorned with rich vegetation and twinkling lights. 

Tableside Caesar salad from scratch, turtle soup, then shrimp and grits. It was all so amazing. I'm not much a dessert person but Summer ordered Bananas Foster, a NOLA classic. She ran her fork across the length and girth of the flaming banana, all while looking at me invitingly and raising an eyebrow. 

What a huge slut! lol...and yes I packed my strap-on for her.

After too much Absinthe and both of us kinda wobbly in our heels, we made it back to the room, complete with a hot tub on a covered veranda. 

I got right down to business and spanked her ex-figure skater arse, right over her skin-tight dress pants. I was scolding her for being a giant slut, but we were both laughing and giggling. This wasn't a REAL spanking, it was just foreplay. 

With my playlist providing some ambiance in the background, I got her to her feet and she helped me out of a layer of clothing. 

A song came on, an Elvis cover by Ingrid Michaelson. I can't help falling in love. 

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=o2U8_vR3yUI

It was perfect for this moment and this was the moment I had been waiting for. I put her hat on, ridiculously, in just my bra and panties, and pulled her in for a dance. 

We listened to the sweet lyrics and didn't say a word. We just swayed in circles around that room, enchanted by each other's eyes. 

I ended up straddling Summer on the bed and leaning in for a kiss but ended up turning my head into her shoulder to hide my face. Tears were beginning to stream down my cheeks.

She bucked me with her hips a little, as a prompt, saying, "Andrea, what's wrong?" 

I summoned the courage to turn and face her, my eyes soaked with moisture. The minute she saw this she began to well up also. Just as she was about to say something I went for it...

"Summer..."

"I don't know how to say goodbye to you anymore"...

"Summer...I love you!" 

I finally dropped it, my heart was pounding out of my chest. 

Her face was vacant, as the tears continued to cascade down her temples. 

I was starting to panic. She hadn't said anything yet! Time was standing still as we were frozen in this moment that felt like and eternity to me.

Finally a smile crested her face, a big one, followed by a cheeky little grin. 

"Say it again", she purred to me. 

I smiled back at her as my heart filled with relief. 

"Summer...I love you", I told her again. 

"I've loved you since the moment we met, Mistress", she replied.

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

 

 

   

Continued in:

I have a plane to catch

Continued from: Katrina has a Bull

When I returned to my bedroom late in the afternoon, I found Cole and Katrina, tangled on top of my sheets, riding the highs of their sexual frolicking. Poor Tiffany was still in the cage, humiliated from having to hear, watch and fluff his way through this horrendously emasculating session. 

I brought Katrina aside, out of earshot from the other two. There was still that little matter of her text manners I needed to discuss with her. 

"Take a moment and get Cole back into his chastity cage, Katrina. Then I want you downstairs in the punishment room, bare naked and on the timeout stool young lady. We need to have a little talk", I spoke to her sternly. 

Katrina lowered her head and replied with a "yes Ma'am, I'm sorry Ma'am". 

"You're about to be very sorry young lady, now scoot!" I replied. 

Once she had Cole's dick locked back up and the key safely stowed away, Katrina made her way downstairs to the punishment room. I brought Cole back to the bar in the opposite wing of the house to the punishment room. I didn't want him to hear Katrina being spanked, this was a private matter between she and I. 

"Cole, you are to remain bare naked and in this room. Shoot some pool for a bit while Katrina and I chat ok?" I said to him. 

"Yes Mistress", he replied. 

My bedroom was directly above the punishment room, so my next order of business was to get sissy Tiffany stowed away and occupied for a bit. Tiffany didn't need to hear Katrina being spanked either. 

I brought him to the sissy bedroom and shackled him to the princess bed. 

Before I gagged him I asked if Cole fucked him in the ass during their playtime. He whimpered and replied with a "no Mommy". 

"You know that's probably coming next Tiffany huni", I stated. Then I gagged him and kissed his forehead. 

"Think about that while you lay here Princess", I cooed to him. 

I turned on a baby, nursery rhyme sound machine before leaving the room, to drown out any possibility of Tiffany hearing what was about to occur. 

Alright, now for Katrina. Cripes, I need my assistant Cassandra here, there's way too much going on and too many people in my house. *Sigh...

She had prepared herself exactly as I asked. Bare naked, disgraced and facing a wall whilst sitting on the pouting stool.

As I approached I could see her body trembling. Not from her nudity, I keep the house quite warm, but from the anticipation of her imminent spanking. 

"Young lady, when you speak to me or message me there will always be a formal greeting and I am to be addressed as Mistress or Ma'am, do I make myself clear?" I strictly advised her. 

"Yes Ma'am, I'm sorry about the other day", she peeped out. 

"How shall I help you to remember, Katrina?"

"I need to be given a spanking Ma'am", her voice crackled as she spoke. 

"After a nice long warm-up you'll be getting the wooden paddle young lady", I stated directly. 

The heavy wooden paddle is a dreadful implement and she knows this. I let her sit there in silence with me still in the room, thinking about the sentence I just passed down. 

About five minutes later I could hear her softly crying from the stool. Perfect! She was in the headspace I needed her to be. It was time to begin. 

By the time I got to the paddle, Katrina was sobbing and crying out that she was sorry. I think she's going to be gently sitting for at least a few days. 

She was returned to a position facing the wall and was given permission to rub some of the sting away. 

Meanwhile, I geared my panties off and admired my handiwork, all while giving my delicate pussy a little handiwork of its own. 

I made Katrina kneel and kiss my asshole, all while reciting: "thank you for my spanking Ma'am".

She worshipped my pussy to a lovely orgasm next, then I returned her clothes and heels to her. 

She hugged me and thanked me for everything, including her spanking and promised to be more respectful via text in the future. 

"Well, shall we get your harem of slaves rounded up huni?" I joked with her, then finished with a: 

"I have a plane to catch in the morning".

 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Big Easy

 

 

Katrina has a Bull

Continued from: Frozen Ghost

While I was online, booking a flight and an elegant room in New Orleans, my searching was interrupted by a message from Katrina. Not even a "hello Mistress", which means she must be really excited about something. I'll replicate the text exchange here. Katrina is in blue. 

Where did you get the bedside, metal cage? 

Ahem...manners young lady! 

I'm sorry Mistress, good evening. May I ask where you obtained the bedside cage from Ma'am?

That's better Kat, and good evening to you. 

All my "acquaintances" who have been under my stiletto before, know that I insist on very formal language and impeccable manners when I am spoken to. Katrina hasn't been over my knee in awhile and it was an understandable mistake. But not one that will be forgotten...

The cage is a very secure and well-made model from a seller on Etsy huni. I'll send you a link.

You have a use for one of these now? Do tell...? 

Mistress! I have a BULL!!

Oooo, exciting Katrina, good girl! 

Our exchange continued on, all while she was frantically searching through Etsy for a BDSM, floor cage. She was disappointed when she actually found one that she liked, but came to learn the shipping would be four to six weeks. 

I guess she was eager to continue some cuckold scenes with her new bull, while her sissy Tiffany watched and listened from a cage. Very similar to what she and I simulated during: Sissy Sucks and Cucks 

I figured I'd help a sister out!

You can use my bedroom Kat, I'd love to meet your bull. 

OMG really? Mistress! That's so great. 

Plus, you and I are going to have a little "chat", about your texting deportment young lady. 

Yes Ma'am, I understand 😟 (yes, she emoji'ed a worried, pouty face).

Let me know when you need the room. 

Yes Ma'am, thank you so much Ma'am!!

The stage was set. After a few more text exchanges over the next several days, we worked out logistics and attire. Katrina, her bull and her sissy were due on Saturday, mid-afternoon.

When the three of them arrived, I kissed Katrina on the cheek while she turned to introduce me to this handsome, hipster-bearded gentleman named Cole. 

He shook my hand and addressed me as Mistress Andrea. "Hmm. A submissive bull perhaps?"

Tiffany didn't say a word, nor did anyone pay him any attention. He just knelt and waited in shame and disgrace. Katrina had him all dolled-up in a prom-style dress with over the knee, lace stockings and opera gloves. So pretty!

Kat and I began to talk as though the other two weren't even in the room. 

"Has Cole been involved in your bedroom activities before?" I asked her. 

"Yes Mistress, this won't be Tiffany's first time serving my bull and I", she replied. 

"And who, pray tell, wears the pants in this throuple?" I asked. 

"Me of course Ma'am!" Katrina giggled with delight before continuing. 

"Cole's dick is locked up too, always! He just gets to use it, on my terms and with my permission of course. Tiffany's only use is her sissy fuck-holes now". 

"Tiffany is still pussy free?", I inquired. 

"Oh yes Ma'am. My asshole and feet only Mistress, if he's lucky", she confidently replied. 

This certainly sounds like a great arrangement the three of them have. Poor Tiffany! Her feminization and status as a sissy slave seems to have escalated so aggressively. I guess I was partially the architect of that...oopsie! 

Katrina piped right up, wielding her female dominance brilliantly. 

"Cole, Mistress and I are going to her bedroom to change. Give Tiffany a spanking for me, on the bare. I want her nice and submissive for you before we begin".

"Yes Ma'am", he quickly replied. 

Ohhh, how dreadfully humiliating! Being hauled over the knee by your girlfriend's bull and spanked! All while dressed like a frilly little girl. I wanted to stay and watch this go down, like badly! 

We could hear the smacks from down the hall, the girly whimpering and Cole making Tiffany address him as "Sir". It was so hot to listen to! I could picture Tiffany's ridiculously frilly panties around his ankles, kicking his high heels in the air as his clitty cage ground into Cole's thigh. 

Once Kat and I had dressed in our battle gear, she went to fetch Tiffany and bring an end to his humiliating spanking. Tiffany was brought to the bedroom where we got our little sissy secured to the bed. 

We had him set up to lay here for awhile and feel the heat from his spanked ass, all while anticipating what's coming next and dabbing his soft panties with pre-cum. 

Meanwhile, it turns out Katrina stripped Cole fully naked, right down to his chastity device and positioned him in the bar to wait for us. I'm was so proud of Kat! What an absolute Goddess she has become. Two silly boys, wrapped around her finger. 

She made him mix us a Gin cocktail which he saw to, fully nude. Empress and Fever Tree of course, what else would a Dominatrix sip on? 

Cole returned to his position of submission as Kat and I planned our next moves. She asked me if I wanted to use Cole for my pleasure, or use Tiffany for my amusement. I declined both offers, I was just going to be a spectator on this one. 

Besides, my heart was somewhere else right now. **Insert dream bubble here**

We finished our drinks and all three of us went to the bedroom to release Tiffany. Before doing so, Katrina calmly explained to her shamed sissy, that he would be spanked over Cole's knee again, if there was any fussing or resistance. 

With that, she knelt to release Cole's cock, which hung limp and flaccid, ready to be used.  

"Alright Fluffer, get on your knees, you know the drill", Katrina said to her sissy. 

Oh my god! I listened on in sheer delight. "You know the drill", Fluffer!!?" Clearly she has done this many times before.

"Show Mistress what a good little cocksucker you have become", Katrina said. 

I watched on curiously, as Tiffany knelt before the towering presence of Cole. Tiffany kept his head lowered and I heard him wisp-out, 

"May I please suck your cock Sir?"

Cole replied with a "yes you may, Tiffany".

"Thank you Sir", Tiffany replied. 

I was now seeing that this was a little ritual or routine that these three do together. Like a scripted rule Katrina has put in place for them to follow. As the next thing that occurred, was Tiffany leaning in and planting a kiss right on the tip of Cole's cock, immediately after she said thank you Sir. 

Next came a little face slap and Cole's order of, "suck it bitch". 

Maybe part of the ritual too? I wasn't sure, but it was certainly enjoyable to watch this all play out. 

Tiffany did a standup job, fluffing Cole's cock which turned out to be a lot larger than I expected. It looked like a little chapstick in his chastity cage. I guess Cole was a grower. 

Tiffany worked the balls too, cradling each one into her mouth and holding the pose for a moment, while Katrina took pictures with her phone. 

After a little more fluffing, Katrina cut them off. Tiffany was cast aside to kneel and watch. I got out of the way too, so the two of them could fuck. 

And fuck they did! Wowzers. 

At one point she let Tiffany kiss and lick her high heels, all while Cole continued on Katrina. 

I guess that was the only female action this poor sissy would get tonight, as moments later she ordered Tiffany to face the wall in a timeout pose while Katrina rode Cole's dick.

She ended up getting herself off in this position and after a great deal of begging from Cole, she allowed him to finish inside her.

Almost immediately, she called Tiffany over and demanded that he clean up Cole's cock, which was coated with a sexual mixture of the pair of them.

She teased him and tormented him with the slick and still erect penis, telling him it is the only way he gets her pussy, off the dick of someone else. 

Once Cole was all cleaned up, Katrina very forcefully said, "get him hard for me, I want to be fucked again". 

Poor Tiffany went about fluffing once again, while Katrina stood back and watched. 

It took some serious head-bobbing, but Cole the swordsman, regained his erection and was ready to go. I helped Kat get Tiffany locked into the floor cage before I left the room. Clearly they were planning on carrying on this way all afternoon. 

"You three have fun now", I cheered out as I was leaving. 

"Kat, come see me when you're all done. We still need to have that...chat", I hissed. 

She pulled her lips off Cole long enough to squeak out a, "yes Ma'am". 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: I have a plane to catch