Seeing a Unicorn

Continued from: Beautiful Brainwashing Pt.2

Have you ever come across kink and bdsm in mainstream media? And by media I mean television, movies and the streaming services. And by mainstream I mean the vanilla world, not the porn industry. 

It's rare, it's magical and if I get so much as a spidey-sense that an image or a gif is from the mainstream world, I hunt that fuckin' clip down until I find the scene, the episode or the movie...I just need to see it! 

Like this one, I came across the other day. Gawd damn this is beyond hot! It made my toes curl and my tummy flood with butterflies. 

I could tell immediately from the backdrop that this had to be from a TV show or a movie. The expression on her face in the image below screams actress, not porn star. 

It was bittersweet hunting. Yes, I found the clip and the movie is called "Just Sex, Nothing Personal" from 2018. Alas, the trailer although hot, was in a language of Eastern Europe...Russian or Czech maybe. There was a great scene when this little thing gets bound with like an extension cord and before the gag goes in, you see the cord tighten from above and her cute little boots immediately thrust to tip-toe. 

It's like seeing a unicorn in the wild! What makes finding bdsm in a vanilla backdrop so alluring to me that I have to hunt it down, grade it and assess how good it is? 

Fifty Shades of Grey doesn't count and never impressed me either. Bdsm does not have to be portrayed as by-product of earlier trauma or abuse in one's life. I think those movies and those books were anchored to the fact that Christian Grey was a submissive sex slave or abused by a milfy older woman or something? Which then normalizes what he participates in by being able to say, "I am the way I am because of..."

Just sayin'. Sometimes there isn't a "because of..."

I know every shade of grey from 50 to 500 and have known, ten years before those books came out. 

Anyway, back to the unicorn hunting. 

The Secretary (2002). Maggie Gyllenhaal takes some pretty decent spanking and hefty doses of humiliation. I didn't hate this movie, I liked the way she portrayed this character, but again...Maggie's character has some demons to unpack. 

Jackson Teller's wife from Sons of Anarchy? 

In the show Billions it seems like she is in a Female Led Relationship (FLR) with her hubby, maybe on the more extreme scale as a Dominatrix? 

I think in one of the opening episodes she puts a cigarette out on him then rocks a pee on the burnt skin while he is tied up and gagged. Not bad...I didn't follow the show I just hunted the good parts. 

The Handmaid's Tale. Miss Julie actually blogged about this one before: Miss Julie's and Handmaid's Tale. Some hubby giving his wife a belt whipping (yummy!)

She thought it was meh...

And if Miss Julie thinks something spanking related is meh...it's meh. 

Exit to Eden (1994). This was an absolutely ridiculous movie! They cast Dana Delany as the supreme Goddess Dominatrix. She's like the sweetest looking, girl-next-door, Stacy's Mom type of woman.  

She actually takes a hairbrush to the main guy's butt at one point and forces him to tell her that he likes it or she'll stop.  

"Say it, say you like it or I'll stop." 

I would say whoever wrote that particular scene and a few others in the movie, DOES know a thing or two about spankos and kink. FFWD to the good bits, you'll find some. The rest is ridiculous. 

Look at Dana now. I'd hire her at the Facility to give those caring, "this is for your own good", Mommy's hairbrush style spankings!  

Angelina...

Ya, she did a thing once but truly looks the part of a Dominatrix most of the time anyway. Mr. and Mrs. Smith (2005). I think she handcuffs some dude and takes a riding crop to him before she assassinates him. Preying Mantis woman!

Some show called Castle (2009)

The episode is called: "The Mistress Always Spanks Twice". I totally approve of her attire and the title of that episode. 

Peyton from One Tree Hill. Played a pinup-looking Dominatrix in a show called Forever. I 100% approve of her classy and elegant "look". 

That's enough to get you started. 

Happy hunting. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

 

Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 2

Continued from: Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 1

A Sarah Jane story 

In my last post I blogged about my initial experience in the "shoe closet", which is the fetish room at Mistress Andrea's Facility, exclusively dedicated to foot worship. I use the term "initial experience" because the torture and torment I was enduring had only just begun. 

Miss Summer and Miss Vanessa, both dressed as Flight Attendants, had me gagged and bound to a chair with a remote vibrator up my pussy. I was being forced to watch a slideshow of women's feet, women's footwear and women's feet in bondage, all while the vibrator pulsed and buzzed inside me. 

Essentially I was being forced to orgasm, while looking at images of feet. I thought it must have been some sick, twisted manner of slave conditioning. Forcing me to associate my own pleasure with something I don't find pleasurable...feet!

Apparently Mistress Andrea does a similar conditioning program with male slaves. I learned about it in my junior school classes. Tactics like only unlocking a male's penis to masturbate or edge him, if he sucks a realistic dildo for her. Or only unlocking his penis for a hand job, if he's fully dressed like a sissy girl. Powerful stuff!

After my second shuddering orgasm, directly into my panties, maybe their tactic was starting to work and break me down. Maybe they were altering my mind a little. Some of these images were undeniably gorgeous! 

 

What I also began to notice and appreciate, was how much some styles of female footwear, emulate the look of bondage. Is that done on purpose? To deliberately or subtly display a female to the rest of the world as confined and bound, beginning with her feet? Or is it just to sexualize the feet? 

That might be too political and too deep for me to comprehend right now, certainly when there is a vibrator trapped in my pussy. 

Quite sexy I must say. A look that belongs in a BDSM dungeon as much as it belongs at a courtyard bistro. 

Before I had the chance to embarrassingly and shamefully cum a third time, to feet porn, the vibrations ended and the slideshow monitor darkened. Summer and Vanessa returned to the room and removed my gag and bondage. I was mortified when she reached for the toy in my pussy, having to negotiate the gusset of my panties which were drenched at this point. 

I was knelt before the pair of them and Summer used me as a seat. 

"How do you feel?" Summer asked me. 

I replied that I was embarrassed. Embarrassed that I was forced to cum to images of female feet. 

She then encouraged me to cradle her high heel with my hands, and rest my lips against her gold anklet that encircled her nylons. 

While I was still in a kneel, Summer told me to unfasten the ankle straps of her heels and slip them off her feet. Vanessa moved in closer so I could undo her heels also. I was forced to rest my nose inside the high heel of Summer and manually masturbate to orgasm. Despite my gut-churning humiliation, I came almost instantly before my head was moved into Vanessa's high heel, so I could repeat the degrading process again. 

With my body still trembling from the orgasms, I was laid prone on my back, as they took turns resting and running their nylon soles over my mouth and nose. There was a dampness I could feel in the nylon and definitely a scent, but not an unpleasant one. 

I spent the next few hours kissing and licking their hosed feet and toes, their shoes and even a pair of boots that Vanessa put on. Their feet were not dirty, nor was their footwear, but I felt dirty and degraded by performing these acts. Dirty and degraded enough that my pussy remained soaked throughout this whole ordeal! *Sigh

In the time I spent in the "shoe closet", I had gained a new-found appreciation for just how sexy a woman can be, below the knees, if she puts the effort in. Vanessa and Summer's feet are absolutely pristine. I learned about the use of toe rings, nail polish, anklets and hosiery. All things they told me I would need to know, before I ever make it to the upper floor.  

Summer wrote me a proper report card of my experience in the shoe closet. I had to take the report card to the Headmaster for review. I think she had been overly gracious with my grades. 

Categories like eagerness and enthusiasm I got a B minus when I probably should have earned a D! I'll have to thank Summer later, if I had a D on my report card I wouldn't be sitting comfortably for a week and I'd likely be demoted back to diapers and onesies. 

Nevertheless, I was still punished. I am required to achieve straight A's only. The Headmaster had me spend 30 minutes in timeout, in just my bra with socks and shoes while he prepared a note to take home to my "Daddy". 

(Which is funny because it's the same person playing both roles! *blush) 

I'm not sure what the note said when I passed it to Daddy, but it must have rhymed with "Daddy's Belt". I got a good lickin' over his knee when I got “home”. Over my skirt first, over my panties and then on the bare. 

When my belt strapping ended, I watched as Daddy placed the final gold star on my chart, under the category of "feet appreciation". I wiped my tears and hugged him, thanking him for consequencing me and the promotion to "senior school". 

Finally, I was going to be free of this room and upgrade to a "big girl's" room and big girl's bed. I was excited! 

I thought I better thank Daddy, before jammies and bed and possibly...the last night spent in this frilly, pink room.

Thank you Daddy. 

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: "Big-Girl Room"

Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 1

Continued from: The New Recruit

A Sarah Jane story

A month or so had passed since I was promoted to the rank of "junior schoolgirl". I got into a fairly regular routine of showing up to the Facility in the mornings, to be greeted by Cassandra. I'd be corporately or professionally dressed, just to experience the dichotomy of having that feminine power and confidence stripped away. 

I'd soon find myself in the regulation attire of "junior school". It meant pigtails, very short kilts and either knee socks or those little ankle socks with the ruffles around the tops. Sometimes I was required to wear socks and heeled sandals...icky! It was dreadful looking. 

I felt shame and vulnerability most of the time. I was constantly humiliated yet constantly aroused. I was embarrassed to be clicking around in my patent Mary Janes, while the rest of the stunning women around the facility were power-strutting in their five-inch stilettos. I was ready to be promoted again. I wanted to be more like those other ladies, rather than dressed like a naughty little girl. 

I had one final class and assessment in my junior school curriculum, before the "Headmaster" (Russ) would consider me for promotion. I had been avoiding it. The class was called "foot worship". I had a fairly good hunch as to what it would entail but also a bit of anxiety of the unknown. The class was taught by substitute "teachers", Miss Summer and Miss Vanessa. 

I don't know who Vanessa is but Summer and I got to know each other a little. We played adult Twister where my face was essentially pressed against the seat of her mini skirt. Later that evening I went down on her while I was being fucked. I guess that qualifies as getting to know each other a little. 

I knew about their special closet at the Facility and how much male clients pay them to be in that space. I guess then men sniff their high heels after they've been worn and buy their nylons and stuff? When I was reluctant to complete the "foot worship" class, I assumed this is what the content would be. Nevertheless, absent of a foot fetish, I needed to take this class to be promoted by the Headmaster. 

*Sigh*

Like many of my other experiences thus far at the Facility, I found myself kneeling with my eyes down. My heart beats out of my chest, my stomach is in my throat and I wait quietly, for the first sign of any sort of stimulus. This time it was the sound of confident heel clicks against marble, followed by a slip-stream of expensive perfume. My substitute teachers had arrived, and when I snuck my eyes up to peek, I noticed they were dressed like Flight Attendants. 

Without warning, Summer was up under my skirt and pulling the front of my panties aside. She told me to spread slightly and in one fluid motion, an object was inserted into my soaked pussy. It was oddly shaped and pink in colour. My greedy pussy gobbled the object up with ease, and the little tail portion rode up my slit toward my clitty. 

Nothing further was said, as the pair of them helped me into a chair and busied themselves tying my ankles, knees and wrists together with soft ropes. A red ball gag was placed into my mouth by Summer and fastened around my head. She kissed my cheek and seductively purred to me, "hello again Sweetie." 

Summer introduced Vanessa briefly, I could only nod my head in her direction as drool cascaded from my lips. Vanessa rolled a TV monitor into my field of view and started what appeared to be a slideshow. They dimmed the lights and both of them clicked out of the room, leaving me alone. 

The slideshow illuminated to life. Each photo hung in place for about 15 seconds, before fading out and being replaced by the next. 

By the third photo, the toy in my pussy suddenly whirled to life in a crescendo of intense vibrations. I shrieked into my gag, startled by the sudden shock of the sensation. I pulled against my bondage but the girls had me roped-off to the chair quite snugly. Ironically enough, the third photo happened to be rope bondage on hosed ankles. 

Followed by another one...

I couldn't help but appreciate the artistic beauty of some of these photos. Like they were actually pleasant to look at, beautiful even. In that moment of epiphany I must have let my guard down, subconsciously. I felt an orgasm building, assisted by the powerful toy that was trapped in my pussy and being remotely controlled. 

As another photo appeared, I tipped over the edge and came, directly and shamefully into my panties, all while looking at a female foot in a sandal and groaning against my ball gag.  

Was I being brainwashed in this closet of hell!! What were they doing to me?! 

The slideshow kept rolling and the vibrator resumed its relentless onslaught. I was about to orgasm a second time. 

Please help! !

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: Beautiful Brainwashing Pt. 2

 

  

 

The New Recruit

Continued from: Sarah's Junior School

If you remember back to the post called Slave Sisters, I set my wife Summer up with Russ and Sarah, under the masquerade that the two women would be having a playdate with "Daddy". The additional façade, was that Summer needed to be babysat by Russ because I was going on a date!

It was actually a business meeting, it didn't quite turn into a date until the end of the night, after too much bourbon. 

Remember Vanessa? The Flight Attendant who works alongside Summer.

*Phew* Yes, this little rocket! 

Vanessa first appeared in my crosshairs long ago, around the same time I learned Summer would occasionally sell her used nylons and high heels after flights. Vanessa was apparently the co-worker who taught Summer about this naughty little side-hustle and how to post images like so. This is Vanessa below. 

Since that time, Vanessa was the Maid of Honour to Summer, when she and I got married. I think Bella might have tongue-banged her in the pool that night, if I remember correctly.

Anyway, I set a meeting with Vanessa, not to talk about her pussy, rather, her feet. She's made a little bit of money off the foot fetishists over the years, I wanted to ask if she was ready to go pro.

How do you conduct a job interview for the position of: foot fetish model who will also be selling her nylons, shoes and socks?

"Ummm, Vanessa, show me your feet." 

 

"Congratulations, you're hired." 

She was more than eager to accept and after some legal paperwork in the days following our meeting, some talk of finances and a make-out session on my front porch, Vanessa now worked for me. She and Summer had full reign over the "shoe closet", as it has come to be known, the area at the Facility dedicated to feet, heels and hosiery. 

Cassandra helped with some of the photography work and marketing as usual and before long, Summer's feet pay-site was once again spinning triple 7's!

The girls would literally have to prove to potential buyers, that the pantyhose they boarded the flight wearing, were the same ones they were peeling off, eight hours later before sealing and shipping. It was a lot of dicking around but through pictures, codes and short videos, they maintained the continuity of this process. 

Sometimes they would come right home from the airport and immediately head to the "shoe closet". After I give my sexy little wife a smooch of course. 

I guess this was the critical time to capture all the magic, that first moment they pull a tired foot out of a hot stiletto. 

Now with the pair of them playing footsies, literally, the popularity of her site went through the roof and sales almost doubled! As for actual clients attending the "shoe closet" to have a live-session with both Summer and Vanessa, the cost is astronomical. Yet that space in the Facility is constantly booked solid. 

You know what I say? I say good for them! No one should judge these two. 

They found a little niche in this wonderful world of kink and they're profiting from it. Cripes, if I could sell pictures of my back deck to some lumber-fetishist, I totally fuckin' would!

"Oh Jesus that's a nice deck! That's a nice deck-pic!"

"Is that White Cedar? God I can picture running my nose across it. That deck must smell so good!" 

"Send me an unsolicited deck pic, like randomly when I'm at work. It'll be hot! Like I don't know it's coming and I open my phone and BOOM! It's a picture of your deck. I'll even pay for it, like money for it, please?" 

LOL...right?

It costs like $11.99 for a head of Iceberg Lettuce these days. Fuckin' right I'd sell you my best deck pics!  

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Beautiful Brainwashing