Heavenly Hash

Continued from: Don't try this at home!

Would you let me abduct you, tie you up and have my way with you? Bound to a chair, bare naked, with my panties in your mouth to keep you quiet? 

I'm sure you'd struggle and fight and cry out, "no please Ma'am, don't force me to lick your gorgeous pussy, I don't wanna!"

Ya ok...you'd have it so bad it would seem. Please! ;) 

Well, my very special client Nancy, didn't have to "let" me do anything, she actually asked for it, amidst this marathon of a scene. 

Thus far, Nancy had been placed in a thirty-minute timeout alongside a sissy slave. She was paddled and caned in front of others in a classroom setting, with her knickers pooled around her ankles and dressed head-to-toe like a schoolgirl. She was sent to the Principal's office after this, where she was spanked over-the-knee and paddled again. Once her tears dried she was made to clean the gym supply room, which only led to her being blackmailed by the creepy Coach and "forced" to suck his cock. 

When her school day finally finished, she was on her way to catch the make-believe bus and head home, but was abducted at knife-point by a pair of sadistic freaks. 

These two savage animals, now had her captive in some creepy basement, blindfolded, gagged and terrified.  

The two captors would leave her in silence, unable to see but forced to listen to the running of a furnace or the dripping of old pipes. 

They would return and randomly re-position her, all while groping at her tits, grabbing her ass and pussy and whipping at her with canes and floggers. 

The two captors had a script that was all designed for Nancy's benefit. They would argue in front of her, fighting over who gets to fuck her first.

They even went so far as to drag her around the room by her hair, whipping her bare legs in the process and dehumanizing her by making her eat from a pet's bowl. 

"If you end up seeing my face, or my partner's face, you'll never leave this basement, slut!" I barked at her, struggling to remain in the role she wants me in. (It's sooooo not me. At ALL, but she's a paying for me to act this way).

As you know, all of this is just an illusion, a fantasy that Nancy wished to play out. Her level of arousal was incredible! When my partner-in-crime and I got her up and shackled to the bed, to cut her cheer uniform off her body, I could see the proof of her arousal on the gusset of her delicate panties. They were absolutely soaked!

This phase of random beatings, dehumanizing and degradation was just to soften her up and allow her to enter a headspace where she believes this is all being done against her will. 

When we finally began to sexually "assault" her, she wasn't struggling or fighting with us at all. She moaned through her gag when she was in one, and eagerly embraced our cocks.

The stunt-cock I was using for this elaborate session was actually Branson, the Principal. Hehe! 

He had a lot more sexual longevity since he blasted a load into Kaylee's mouth. Nancy was likely in for some serious fucking and sucking. 

I threw on a stunt cock too, my trusty strap-on, so we could treat her to some spit roasting. 

We used a system of suspended reality or accelerated timings. We wanted Nancy to feel that she has been captive in this space for several days. We would fuck her for a bit, "force" her to suck cock and clean herself off the dicks that had just been inside her, then cage her up and leave her. 

Branson and I would return like 10 minutes later, speaking as though hours had gone by or that it was evening now. 

Nancy admitted to me during our session debrief and aftercare, that she would secretly masturbate and cum when we caged her up. Haha! What a naughty little sprite! 

My fault for not cuffing her wrists behind her back. Oh well, I'm glad she enjoyed all of this. 

We did about three cycles of to the cage and from the cage, with aggressive and rough sex in between. 

This was probably the most wild BDSM scene I've ever been involved with, and I do this for a living! 

We finished the scene in somewhat of a surprising manner. I mean, it wasn't scripted ahead of time. Branson was under orders that when he cums, it would bring an end to the session. So I told him to hold-out as long as he can. 

At some point during our third cycle of dragging Nancy out of her cage, Branson orgasmed his huge load of cum, directly onto my asshole. 

Then the stud grabbed Nancy's head and rubbed her nose in it, eventually removing her gag and making her lap it all up!

Wow. No more kid's table with those big-boy moves. Well done Branson! 

I got the added bonus of feeling Nancy's lovey tongue on my asshole. I ended up turning over while my partner-in-crime "forced" her mouth onto my pussy. She brought me to two amazing orgasms. 

I found out later this was her first time ever licking a pussy. Girls just know how to do it better! It comes naturally. 

She had me toe-curling in no time. 

As we were in the midst of seeing her out, those feel-good and fight or flight chemicals were still surging through her body. She was giddy, uplifted and very appreciative of all the work that went into her session. 

I almost felt like the entire cast and crew of this hot mess, should all come out and take a bow, maybe get handed a bouquet of roses.  

As the door opened Nancy stood at the threshold, just staring out into the "normal" world. She sighed. I knew what she was thinking...

"It's difficult to enjoy vanilla when you've had a taste of heavenly hash, isn't it sweetheart?" I cooed to her as she left. 

She turned back to me and smiled, while blowing me a kiss. 

Do not attempt heavenly hash play if, one, you have a peanut allergy, or two, you haven't established a safeword! ;) 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Foodie Porn

 

Don't try this at home!

Continued from: Making out behind the bleachers

Kaylee had a reluctant and nervous look on his face, when Principal Branson went up his skirt to probe around for the surprise beneath. 

Branson's firm hands soon found a silky-smooth pair of testicles, slightly squeezed and presented by the metal ring at the base of the scrotum. His hand then moved to stroke and fondle the metal bars that housed Kaylee's penis. 

All he could do was whimper and blush, aroused yet horrified, ashamed yet electrified with butterflies.

Meanwhile, in the gymnasium equipment room, Coach Cooper had just produced his erect cock, right into the field of view of poor Nancy. 

Nancy was playing the character of a pure and virginal schoolgirl, speaking in the tone and cadence, reminiscent of Judy Garland from the Wizard of Oz. She was currently being blackmailed by the creepy Coach and she promised to do anything he asks of her. 

Upstairs was far more barbaric, Principal Branson simply threatened to paddle Kaylee's bare bum again, if he didn't get down on his knees and open his mouth. 

The poor spanked girls, both had mouthfuls of cock, all wrapped up in their Sunday school, consensual non-consent scenes. 

Kaylee took a full load of the Principal's cum, into his mouth and onto his face, all while his little cocklette remained locked up. Nancy was doing her finest to have a similar experience. 

Branson came to get me to advise me that this particular leg of the session was over. I went into my office to collect Kaylee, we debriefed and did some aftercare together, before he was taken upstairs to his room. 

The sissy bedroom in the new Facility is more like a cell now, with a locking cell door. It's across the hall from my bedroom and the cell door allows for any occupant of the room, to be forced to listen to what Summer and I get up to at bedtimes and in the mornings. 👿

Kaylee will be staying the night in his sissy cell, but right now he was left just sitting on the edge of his bed with cum on his face, likely wondering how he let himself get this far down the rabbit hole.

 As the pink cell door shut and locked, I wondered how Nancy was making out. 

"Such a good girl", the Coach purred out, in his creepiest voice ever, before ropes of hot cum, spasmed into the back of Nancy's throat. 

The Coach got outta there quickly, he didn't want to be caught, leaving Nancy in a degraded and ashamed pile on the floor. 

I was getting dressed and into character for the final leg of this scene, I sent Summer into the locker room to check on Nancy.

"No safewords, all smiles, full steam ahead!" Is what Summer reported back to me when she came to find me upstairs. Then she just shook her head and said: 

"Oh Andrea, your friggen outfit!!"

She burst out laughing. 

"I told Nancy to head back to the area with the bleachers to wait for her school bus", Summer finally said to me. 

Don't try this at home! Don't let the neighbours see. The knife was realistic but plastic btw. 

Nancy never made it to the bus...

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Heavenly Hash

 

Making out behind the bleachers

Continued from: Safe, sane, consensual

Did you know the term "bleachers" is derived from open-air, baseball seating known as "bleaching boards". Typically the seating was just bare wooden planks, bleached by the sun...

Isn't etymology fun? 

So this is how we started the scene. Making out behind the bleachers...

We had Nancy and Kaylee all done up in their Catholic school uniforms with Kaylee playing the role of an actual female, not a sissy male. Hair, makeup, perfume, cotton knickers, Summer and I had thought of everything. 

They were having a grand ole' time, cutting class to fornicate and smoke darts, until they were caught by Coach Cooper.

Cooper had a script to stick to. Which would have sounded something like: 

"What's the meaning of this!! You two young ladies need to come with me right now! Who's your homeroom teacher?" 

The Coach marched the two miscreants back to my classroom to rat them out and tell me what he caught them doing. 

I handed down both their sentences swiftly, as they faced the blackboard at the front of the class. 

"Thirty minutes facing the blackboard girls, then you are going to be paddled and caned on your bare bottoms before seeing the Principal," I chirped out.

They both groaned out loud in humiliation and shame, knowing the other students were watching them and would most definitely witness their punishments. 

Coach Cooper, then stated out loud (part of his script), that since he was the one who caught them, as the aggrieved party, he should be allowed to stay and watch the paddling and caning. 

Ummmm, no. 

"Creeper", I whispered under my breath as the Coach left. Summer and Cassie giggled from their desks. 

After a thirty minute timeout, Kaylee was called to the pommel horse first. He draped his body overtop so his Mary Janes were off the floor. I lifted his skirt and pulled his panties down to his knees. 

Summer and Cassie came closer to watch, as poor Kaylee was paddled and caned on his bare bottom. 

Nancy was next. She received the exact same punishment as Kaylee while the other students watched on. Twelve strokes of the paddle and six of the best with the cane. 

Both punished girls fully removed their panties and hung them on the hooks with the implements. I marched them down the hall to the Principal's office, bare naked under their pleated skirts. The cool draft may have helped soothe the stinging of their bottoms. 

They both turned to say "I'm sorry Ma'am", as I left them alone with Principal Branson. He wasted no time in getting Nancy into the naughty corner, so she could listen to what Kaylee was about to endure.

The Principal led Kaylee over to the sofa and took him across his knee. Branson administered a long, hard spanking, before switching to a school paddle that had Kaylee bawling like a little girl. All Nancy could do was listen and tremble in the corner of that office. 

The sobbing Kaylee, took Nancy's place in timeout when it was her turn for a dose of the same. 

Her entire jumper eventually came right off, and she was spanked directly on the bare, wearing only her knee socks, bra and Mary Janes. 

Principal Branson finished with Nancy and helped her to her feet. 

"Young lady, dry your tears and get dressed. I want you to head down to the gymnasium equipment room and spend the rest of the day cleaning and organizing it, is that understood?" 

"Yes Sir", she sniffled out. 

"Kaylee, you'll be staying here with me, in detention"...

******

Nancy put herself to work right away, wondering what might be happening up in the Principal's office at this very moment. Was Kaylee still in the corner, was he being made to write lines, or maybe the Principal had Kaylee doing something else? Nancy thought curiously.  

She was suddenly startled by the feeling of a presence behind her. 

"Oh heavens! Coach Cooper, you scared the daylights out of me," Nancy proclaimed, in her very best Dorothy in distress tone. 

This was awkward, the Coach hadn't said anything yet. 

As Nancy turned around, she noticed something in his hand. It was a cell phone. Coach Cooper turned it face up to reveal an image on the screen and Nancy leaned in to look. 

"Oh God no!" Nancy mewed out. 

The Coach's phone was displaying a photo of Nancy kissing Kaylee behind the bleachers. The next photo was Nancy and Kaylee sneaking a cigi together.

The Coach finally spoke...

"Nancy, you know I play darts every Tuesday night with your Father right?" 

"Please Coach Cooper no! Nooooo. Don't tell my Daddy, he'll surely take his belt to me," Nancy cried out, continuing to plead with the Coach. 

"Please Sir, I'll do anything you want. Just don't tell Daddy!" 

With a slight underbite to his jaw and a sinister gin, framed by his creepy moustache, the Coach told Nancy: 

"You can start by changing into your cheer outfit, don't you have practice today, young lady?"

Meanwhile, up in Principal Branson's office, things weren't going much better for poor Kaylee...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Don't try this at home!

  

Safe, Sane, Consensual

Continued from: Sunday School

As I mentioned in the previous post, it was on a Saturday morning, when I first told Summer about the wildly elaborate, logistically substantial, Sunday school idea. 

Of course she squealed in excitement and did a little bum wiggle, happy-dance beside me, until she found out that should would only be a "prop" in this extravagant production.

She pouted her bottom lip and flapped her doey eyelashes at me. 

If that wasn't cute enough, yes, Summer does in-fact wear clothing like Hello Kitty bra and panty sets, thigh-highs with bows, around the house and at bedtime.

She frequently identifies as a "little", so I certainly allow and encourage it. Her favourite site to order from is called "Little for Big". Incredibly adorable and darling outfits for adult littles. 

I pulled her pouty little lip into my mouth and soothed her. 

"Don't worry Angel, I'll make it up to you with some private school lessons", I hissed at her seductively.

I explained to Summer that we had two clients who had booked the Sunday school experience for tomorrow, each of them had also selected from a menu of fantasy options. As described in the previous post, the suite of choose-your-own-adventure kinks, were as follows: 

• Spend a few hours at school 
• Spend a full day at school 
• Be held back for detention with the teacher 
• Sent to the Headmaster's office
• Sent to the Headmistress' office
• Blackmailed by the Coach in the supply room
• Abducted by a stranger after cheer practice

The clients who booked this experience were my sissy slave, Kaylee, and the slutty and extremely naughty, occasional client, Nancy Landgraab. (Mother, wife, corporate executive, power-femme, totally my style of person to work with!)

Depicted in red above, are the options that BOTH, Nancy and Kaylee picked for their session. The options in blue, Nancy picked in addition, to those in red. 

No one wanted to see the Headmistress this time, *pout. Should I be insulted by that?? WTF

Oh well, that just means I get to be the teacher and Summer gets to be a student in this grandiose production. Also being used a prop on Sunday, is my hottie Secretary, Cassandra.

Just look at these two weapons! Not that long ago we all had an afternoon of fucking, in my bedroom. It was wicked hot!: A Proper Homecoming

The logistics didn't end here however, based on the choices above (each one adding additional cost of course), I still needed a Headmaster, I still needed a creepy, leering Coach and two bandits to abduct Nancy after her fake cheer practice. 

Introducing anyone to a BDSM dynamic, especially when you're introducing a person to someone who already trusts you, is a very delicate matter. I needed to choose people who I absolutely knew were safe, sane and consensual in every way possible. 

A strict but loving and caring, Daddy-feel of the Headmaster. We weren't going with an old-fashioned Sunday school so this role would actually be the "Principal". 

And the creepy, likely suspected of panty-stealing, Coach...

Summer, Cassie and I spent hours on that Saturday morning, combing through our client files until we found the perfect matches for this scene. 

What a scene it was! Holy shit, it was a marathon!

This is how it ended...

Sissy Kaylee, in his bedroom/cell, sitting on his princess bed in shame and disgrace, wondering why his locked up "clitty" is leaking. 

And two sexually sadistic abductors, seeing Nancy to the door to wish her goodbye, as they listen to her kind words of thank you, for designing such a wonderful scene. 

Okay, okay...enough suspense, I'll get right to it in the next post. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Making out behind the bleachers