The Taboo Farmhouse

Continued from: Chat Bots and BDSM

Summer and I just bought an old, turn-of-the-century farmhouse on the other side of town. It's not for us, we're not moving. It is another facility where we will soon be offering our clients a very vulnerable and immersive experience. 

A safe place where they can explore their deepest and darkest and transport themselves back to a different time. 

Cute isn't it? 

The curators of this new location are a lovely retired couple named Ed and Lorraine. They will actually be living here and managing this location similar to a Bed and Breakfast for interested clients. 

"But what's the twist Mistress? There's always a twist..."

Indeed there is. For this is no ordinary B&B. 

Clients who come here will stay for the weekend, this is mandatory. There are no electronics permitted on the premises, meaning cell phones and computers. Outside of a client sneaking in a naughty masturbation there is no sexual activity permitted, not between clients and not with Ed or Lorraine.

My silly males, this means no chastity devices either! Yes I really just said that. Lucky you, but of course there is a catch that you'll read about later on.

"So it's just a normal farmhouse retreat, Bed and Breakfast then?" You ask. 

Clients who wish to book this space have two fantasy options to select from and only two.

1. You've been sent to stay with Auntie, Uncle and your cousins, at their farm for the weekend.
2. This is your childhood home, a hobby farm, with your Mommy, Daddy and your siblings. 

Your weekend session will not be solo, ever. There will always be "siblings". Other adult clients of mixed gender will be playing the roles of big sisters, little brothers or cousins, directly immersed in the vulnerability and humiliation of this experience also. 

The rooms are designed to take you back to a different time, where carpet was shag, Daddy read the paper in the "Daddy Chair", and the wallpaper had an odour of sweet pipe tobacco and potpourri. 

The furniture was ugly, the small television only had 12 channels and children had to do things like read books and play outside, pick up a board game or irritate their siblings. 

"You two, go outside and play, it's nice out."

This parental order would not be met with whines or back-talk, because this household, in this period of time, was managed by Daddy's belt and Mommy's hairbrush!

Over in the kitchen, a slightly different but equally antiquated decade. 

Mommy's heels would click across the linoleum floors as she hummed a song and baked banana bread. Supper in this home would involve a 1962 Betty Crocker Cookbook and some manner of casserole that required a tin of cream-of-mushroom soup. 

Lorraine WILL be making you food of this era during your stay and you better finish ALL of your green beans without making a face, crossing your arms or holding your breath at the table. The lifeless, baked pork-chop and triple-mix, frozen veggies? You'll be sitting at the breakfast table the next morning, with a sore bum and tears streaming down your face, finishing your supper from the night before. 

I wouldn't test her!

Lorraine looks sweet and caring and she is! But she also knows what's best for you and has implements of opportunity everywhere to quickly arm herself. 

From the wooden spoons of the kitchen, to the slippers on her hosed-feet in the evenings, there are implements of opportunity everywhere in this home! Even in the laundry room. 

Lorraine, who will play the role of Mommy or Auntie for the clients, loves earlobe marching and always has a bar of soap at the ready for potty-mouthed boys and girls! You'll be experiencing both during your stay!

 

 

  

Ed is no push-over either. If your "younger cousin" brings a note home from school indicating she cheated on a test, "Uncle" Ed will put her right over his knee while you listen from your bedroom. A familiar sound in this home of his firm man-hand meeting bare buttocks. 

In the bedroom where you will be staying, we wanted to capture the feel of your own childhood bedroom. You will be grounded here occasionally, you will be shedding tears into the pillow and you might end up just nervously sitting on the edge of the bed full of butterflies. 

Why...? 

Because Mommy told you to go up there and sit on your bed "and you just wait until your father gets home!" 

That's right my silly male clients! 

If you book this farmhouse experience your discipline will come from "Mommy" OR "Daddy". I know most of you are heterosexual males but this experience has nothing to do with sex. Your naked little penis and balls will be rubbing against Daddy's wool dress pants as you squirm and dance over his knee. 

Your female "cousins" will cover their mouths and giggle when they see Uncle's firm hand reddening your bare backside in the living room.  

"I heard you got it pretty bad?" Your attractive older "sister" will ask you empathetically, as you rub your itchy and sore bottom. 

"Yeah. Daddy took me out to the woodshed after school cuz Kyle and I broke old man Thompson's shop window." 

That's right my beloved guests, this farmhouse has a woodshed and you will absolutely be marched out here for the most serious of correction. 

The younger "children" in the home and the dainty womenfolk don't need to see or hear you getting some sense strapped back into you by Daddy. 

Kyle's Mom brought him over to answer for the broken window too. I'm sure they’re commiserating right now actually! Talking about the best size and style of wooden spoon for both baking and spanking. 

There are eyes everywhere! The interconnected network of Moms and rotary dial phones, all supported by their sleeper-cell of teachers and shop owners in the community. 

This was a time when Mommy would get a call from Timmy's Mom. "You'll never guess what your son taught my son to say!" 

Did Mommy cast blame away from you, try to blame the schoolboard or the teachers or maybe it's Timmy's parents fault? Hell no! YOU were held accountable for your actions!

And your sister probably made your misery even worse! "I heard him swear last week too Mom!"

"He said WHAT?!!"

Then, as you're grounded to your bedroom with the taste of soap in your mouth and a blistered backside, you mischievously grin because your Marsha Brady-looking sister is now being throttled for tattling.

The naughtiest of my female clients and friends of this blog, you know who you are! I haven't forgotten about you.  

Your backsides won't escape a trip to the woodshed either. Once Daddy gives you and your sister an OTK warm-up in the house, you'll be marched out to the dreaded shed where the strap and sawhorse await. 

You know you need this manner of therapeutic discipline and regression! Female clients will be provided with clothing styles like yellow gingham dresses, knee socks and sandals or saddle shoes. Male clients will be age regressed with little shorts, tighty-whiteys, dress shirts and Buster Brown shoes. 

Please don't hesitate to contact Cassandra at the Facility to book this truly immersive experience. The Farmhouse is open for business and Ed and Lorraine are eager to meet you and provide you with a wonderful escape from adulting for awhile. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Paranormal Activity 

To jump right to the next iteration of this storyline: Miss Julie books the taboo Farmhouse

 

 

 

Chat Bots and BDSM

Continued from: Rogue Squadron

Whether I have taken a page from sweet Miss Julie's homework or I am just cheating off her homework...I decided to give this ChatBot business a try. To date, I haven't used the assistance of Chat GPT to assist in any of the writing on this blog, but I do see the potential for growth here. 

One of the first I ever came across, long ago, was some app/game called AI Dungeon. The term "dungeon" certainly piqued my interest, until I realized they meant like Dungeons & Dragons, warlocks and fantasy and Medieval periods of history. 

If I prompt this A.I. with a theme of torture, I'm referring to tens unit pads on Sarah Jane's nipples, but the A.I. thinks I mean this: 

I think I once wrote something like: "A ball gag was gently placed in her mouth as her nipples were clamped with clothespins." 

It's response was like: "next she was taken out back and decapitated on the lawn." Shit! Nope...delete delete, WTF. 

Nevertheless I gave it a try and built some narratives. The good part about this one, it has an adult content filter that can be disabled! It allows you to prompt "story", "say" or "do", which is fun. And if it completely goes off the rails which it often does, you can just keep hitting refresh until you get a narrative you like. 

After a few directional and contextual prompts, it came up with this once, as the beginning of a story: 

The story begins in a BDSM dungeon space. Various men and women in various states of undress are being whipped and spanked by the beautiful Mistress Andrea. 

Accurately describes me so far, and my Facility!

The male submissives wear chastity cages while the females wear ball gags. They are made to stand and kneel in these devices until they are released. The girls seem to enjoy this, but the men are humiliated by it!

Haha! Typical. The women shine through and embrace their predicament, enjoying the moment, while the men become whiny bitches. 

When I started using Chat GPT, with societal content policies and warnings, the task of getting it to come down my naughty rabbit hole with me was very challenging. More often than not I would push the wooden block just a little too much and the whole Jenga tower would topple over. 

Apologies, but I won't be able to generate that story for you. 

This is a line I heard often...

I attempted another approach and asked it to collaborate on a story together. Right away the A.I. is immediately excited. Lol.

Absolutely! This sounds like so much fun. I'd love to collaborate on a story with you. What would you like it to be about?

I tried my luck with an alternative relationship: 

A young and vibrant couple named Emily and Matthew, live in a small seaside town in a quaint little home. On the outside they were a completely normal and loving couple. Behind closed doors, they enjoyed a safe, sane and consensual FLR. 

And boom! I hooked my fish. The A.I. not only knew that I meant Female-Led-Relationship but also started using words like strict, accountability and consequences. Game on! 

I pushed a little further and mixed in a "domestic discipline" theme. The A.I. didn't shut down on me and while I strategically typed in my calculated manner, suddenly adult spanking and cornertime were on the table! 

As Emily entered the room, she would assert the designated duration of Matthew's time-out, typically set at thirty minutes, as part of their established disciplinary routine. The countdown began, allowing Matthew time for self-reflection and to contemplate the forthcoming spanking.

Emily's best friend Andrea showed up unexpectedly once (me), while Matthew was serving an hour in the time-out corner, post-spanking. 

Emily's best friend, Andrea, would frequently visit for tea. Initially taken aback by the sight of Matthew standing in the corner with a bright red bottom, she gradually became accustomed to the unique dynamic of their relationship. Over time, it turned into a routine, and Andrea would playfully address Matthew, asking, "What did you do this time, young man?" Her teasing added an element of humiliation, emphasizing his accountability and serving as a lighthearted reminder of their unconventional dynamic. Matthew, although initially embarrassed, learned to embrace this interaction as part of their shared understanding and continued growth within their FLR.

Not too shabby Chat GPT, well done!

Before long, the A.I. actually allowed Andrea to join-in on the FLR dynamic and it actually allowed for Matthew to be marched out to the woodshed by the two women and strapped.

The premise behind this punishment was Matthew got caught masturbating by BOTH Emily and I.

Out in the woodshed, in the A.I. story, we were able to get Matthew over a sawhorse, wrists and ankles bound and the two girls removing their belts and thrashing him to tears.

Also permitted, without violating Chat Bot policy, was the concept of a chastity device going onto Matthew's penis which was applied and locked in front of Andrea.

Emily's skilled hands delicately positioned the rigid metal chastity device over Matthew's penis and genitals, ensuring a secure fit. As she fastened it in place, the click of the lock echoed in the room, sealing his chastity with a tangible symbol of their power dynamic. Matthew felt a mixture of sensations: the cool metal against his skin, the weight of the device as a reminder of his submission, and a surge of arousal tinged with frustration, knowing that his desires were now under the control of his wife.

That's hot! FLR's are hot!

Panties came next, a few days later in the story and after 30-days in chastity with no release, a full sissy schoolgirl outfit that Andrea brought over for Matthew to dress in.

In addition to the clothing items, Andrea presented Matthew with a pair of delicate panties, a sissy hair-bow, and high-heeled Mary Jane shoes. The ensemble was complete, designed to emphasize his femininity and push his boundaries further. Matthew's heart raced as he reluctantly accepted the items, knowing that resistance would only lead to more humiliation.

Right?! Not too shabby is it? After navigating all the policy warnings like a mine field!

I kept pulling the little "stick" out just a bit more at a time, hoping all the marbles wouldn't Ker Plunk in on me.

In the A.I. story, poor Matthew spent another month in chastity with no release. Andrea came back over to forcibly feminize him again. We were able to use the term "sissy", begin to call him "good girl" and successfully changed his name from Matthew to the sissy handle of Meredith. (When I say "we" I guess I am meaning the A.I. and myself collaborating).

"Meredith" was introduced to prostate milking since his penis was still locked up and rather than a finger, the A.I. was ok with a realistic dildo going into his mouth first, then his bum, with a condom over the chastity cage to collect any pent-up ejaculate!

Wozers, how emasculating and humiliating.

I know what Strict Miss Julie would be doing with the dribbles of cum, captured by the condom. I didn't want to press my luck with the A.I. though and passed on that one.

Then, the audacity!

Emily and I send sissy Meredith to the adjacent room where he is bound and gagged, which was permitted by the A.I.

Then I type this:

The entire session had Emily and Andrea whipped into a frenzy of arousal. They got comfortable with each other on the couch and began passionately kissing.

Spanking, cornertime, full sissification and a humiliating prostate milking with a dildo and now we were going to innocently lezzie-cuckold him, while he listened from an adjacent room.

Apologies, but I won't be able to generate that story for you...

WTF!

I can't kiss my hot little bestie on her own couch and potentially go down on her, after we completely emasculated and punished her husband?

Whatever, it has been fun to mess around with.

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Taboo Farmhouse

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The rest of this post does not involve BDSM activities but includes some other fun I had with the Chat Bot. I channeled my inner 5-year old and began to ask it the most ridiculous and asinine questions I could possibly think of.

I was crying! I was crying I was laughing so hard, at how matter-of-fact and proper the A.I. responses were. How politically correct, inclusive and void of any sense of humour!

HAHA.

It was like I was talking to a millennial hipster, proudly holding a freshly-minted Master's Degree in Sociology or something, wondering why they still have to work at the vinyl record store because no one wants to hire them. That level of matter-of-fact.

This could be a gameshow like Jeopardy. "What the A.I. said." You read the A.I. response then contestants try to guess what it was asked! Hehe.

Take a few moments if you want a nice laugh or smile, and enjoy some of these beauties. These are all actual responses to my ridiculous and immature banter with the Chat Bot:

No, if a woman can float in water, it does not mean she's a witch. Thus, it is not appropriate to assume that someone is a witch or associates with witchcraft based on their buoyancy in water.

Haha!! Buoyancy....classic!

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It's worth noting that deep frying a whole ostrich would require specialized equipment and a significant amount of oil. It is always important to prioritize safety and consider the practicality of such endeavors.

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Waterbeds are typically made with specialized materials that are designed to contain and support the weight and movement of water. Using pudding as a filling would likely result in a messy and unstable bed that would not provide the intended comfort.

Geez, so stuffy in here....tough room!

Powering an entire house solely on lemons is not practical or feasible. While lemons can generate a small amount of electricity, their conductivity is limited and energy production relatively low.

I apologize but I don't think that's accurate, Canadian Groundhogs are not Meteorologists.

Lol....of course they are, everyone knows that.

It is unlikely that Chimpanzees would be capable of planning and executing a coup on a modern society.

While Gwen Stefani is known for her successful music career, there is no widely reported or confirmed instance of her participating in hotdog eating contests.

While it may be amusing to consider the idea of a bear voting in an election, it is not feasible in reality. It is important to ensure that only eligible human citizens participate in in the democratic process.

Yes!! Eff you A.I. I got you to crack a smile there! It recognized something was amusing. Winning.

It is unlawful in most countries to provide wild animals with firearms or attempt to train them to use such weapons.

Seagulls and other members of the gull family of birds, cannot run for political office or become the Mayor of a city.

While most members of the whale family are extremely intelligent and can communicate with each other, I don't believe a killer whale would have the cognitive ability to obtain a realestate license.

LOL...

Cheers everyone!

xoxo

Continued in: The Taboo Farmhouse

 

 

Rogue Squadron

Continued from: Summer's Birthday

Summer was having a great time at her costume party. She's a huge Star Wars nerd and between Summer, Vanessa and Cassandra, they were calling themselves the Rogue Squadron now. Summer was apparently "Red 5", whatever that means...? 

Maybe she could be Red bum 5? Her juicy arse looked absolutely adorable in her little outfit. How could I not want to give it a smack and a nibble. 

I found out later "Red 5" is a call-sign, like Maverick or Iceman. *shrug*

I kept things fairly vanilla and rather than a costume, went with a 1950s pinup model look. This is typically the look I use for clients who want a "Mommy" spanking. Vintage Mary Janes, nude seamed stockings and always pearls! Yes, yes, I'm being a costume party pooper, for now. 

I asked Summer who was rockin' the hotdog costume, and why on earth. She told me it was some friend of Vanessa's and he apparently has a big dick. I just about spit my drink out!

"So that's why he's in a hotdog costume?" I asked Summer. 

"Oui," she replied. 

Good lord! "Seriously?" 

I shook my head and looked Kaylee's way, who had just overheard us. Kaylee was a cock-hungry sissy slut now and the girls had him in a cute little Sailor Moon costume. I'm sure he was biting his bottom lip when he heard the "big dick" comment.  

I nudged Vanessa and told her to introduce Kaylee to the hotdog man! Haha. 

About half-way through the night, Summer didn't notice but Cassie and I had snuck off to the bedroom to work on Summer's birthday surprise. Oh the things I do for my sweet baby girl...

Cassandra started to help me undress and get me into this ridiculous costume she rented for me. 

She dimmed all the lights in the room. 

"Cassie, do I need to carry this laser sword thingy?" I asked.

"Haha...Laser sword! Did you seriously just say that? It's a lightsaber Mistress," Cassie teased. 

"Here, press that button on the hilt," Cassie guided. 

The darkness of the room suddenly illuminated with a red glow, as the saber ignited to life with a loud electrical sound.

 "Ohhhh Mistress! You look great!" Cassandra complimented. 

I must admit, I did feel a little badass in this moment!

Cassie ran down the hall to get Summer for the big reveal. She returned with Summer, who had her hands over her eyes, being led to the couch. Cassie dove out of the way and got her camera ready to capture the moment, before saying, 

"Ok Summer, you can open your eyes now." 

I'm glad I had this helmet on because the squeal that came out of Summer would have deafened me.  

"Is it you??! Andrea is this YOU?!!"  She screamed out, all while crying tears of excitement and joy.

I nodded my Lordly helmet.

She squealed again and rushed me, jumping into my arms while cry-laughing. 

We tumbled down to the floor and my helmet flew off and bounced across the room. 

"Happy birthday baby." I giggled out, as I helped her up to her knees.

With tears in her eyes she kissed me deeply, then said, "I love you Andrea. You're my dream-girl!"

Awww, my little Comi-con nerd! I enjoy making her dreams come true!

Maybe I could shed a few layers of costume and really make her dreams come true. I can totally rock this look!

We returned to the party so Summer could show off her birthday present, ME!! We posed for some pictures and some action shots. 

Then we just danced, swaying in circles, embraced into each others arms like there was no one else in the room.

I couldn't help but notice Kaylee and Captain Hotdog had snuck off somewhere.

I can only imagine what sort of mischief Kaylee is up too! Good thing his dick is still locked up!

Ohhh sissy Kaylee, you just can't help it can you? 

As the remainder of the party thinned out and Summer blew out her candles, I thought it was high-time to round up the Rogue Squadron and put an end to their rebel alliance, once and for all!

I had never played with Vanessa before but from what Summer has told me, she's down for whatever, bondage included. And good lord was she ever sexy, when I peeled her out of that costume. 

"Alright you rebel sluts! Don't go anywhere (haha)...I need to swap my lightsaber out for a riding crop." I teasingly tormented Vader's three captives. 

Side-note: Cassandra is definitely going to whipped for the state of her pubic area! I've had to punish her for this before and she knows better!

I shed a layer and got into something a little more Darth Dominant. 

Obviously my birthday girl needed a birthday spanking. I dealt with that first while the other two whimpered and watched. 

Then I let them down so we could all play together. 

It was a wild friggen night! I can't believe I fucked Summer with a Darth Vader helmet on! Cassandra had been right all along, Summer loved every second of this night, despite how goofy I felt with all this cosplay. 

I'll begrudgingly admit though, it was a fun night. Summer's reaction to Darth Domina, made it all worth it in the end.   

Happy birthday, baby! I love you. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Chat Bots and BDSM

Summer's Birthday

Continued from: Return to the Woodshed Pt.2

Does anyone else wake up in the morning to a room that smells of sex, flaky residual candlewax on your wife's nipples and your secretary passed out with a butt plug still in her ass?

Cripes these two are a handful when they're together!

After we untangled ourselves from my matrimonial bed, Cassie and Summer scurried off to shower together and likely mess around some more. 

Cassandra came over for some drinks last night and to talk about Summer's upcoming birthday. Boy...did things ever escalate! *Phew

Later that morning I came downstairs to find these two pixies commiserating on the couch together. They were giggling and right into a match of rock, paper, scissors over something. I don't even wanna ask what the issue of contention was.

During breakfast they finally spilled the beans, beginning with Summer who was batting her eyelashes at me, using a baby-voice and calling me Mommy. 

Summer: 

"Mommy, Cassie and I want to have a costume party for my birthday. Can we, can we, please, please?!" 

Me: "Like a Halloween costume party? Girls, it's June!"

Cassandra: 

"My friend just opened a costume rental place in town, it's pretty fuckin' rad." 

"You know what won't be pretty rad, the bar of soap you'll be holding in your potty-mouth Cassandra Leigh?!"

"Sorry Ma'am." 

"Pretty pleaaaaaase, Mommy, can we?!!" 

"Will there be vanilla people at this party?"

"Probably, yes."

"My friend was hoping to get some shots of us in her rental costumes to post on her Insta."

"And you want to use the upper floor space?" 

"Yes Mommy." 

"Alright girls. No French Maids, no schoolgirls, no stripper attire. Cassandra I'm lookin' at you here!"

"Awwww..."

"Will any of the sissies be there?"

"Probably Kaylee. But he's almost passable now." 

"He likes dress up! Maybe we can find him a Disney Princess costume? Hehe." 

"Ok, just don't freak the Vanillas out, ok?" 

"Yes Mommy." 

"Yes Mistress." 

The two of them squealed and hugged each other, then came over to kiss my cheeks and thank me. Cassie leaned in for a whisper. She had an idea to surprise Summer...

"What?! No...I'm not wearing that or doing that." 

"Please Ma'am! She'll love it." 

"What? What will I love?" 

"Don't worry about it Beeotch, you lost the rock, paper, scissors. Your birthday is mine to plan!"

"I have two costumes as you know Cassandra, Andrea and Mistress Andrea..."

"You're no fun!"

"Every party has a pooper Cassie." 

Summer giggled. Not knowing at ALL what Cassandra just asked me to do.

A few days had passed since that conversation. I just finished giving Cassie her weekly maintenance spanking in my office. When her cornertime concluded she brought up the birthday party again, as it was now only a week away. 

"Thank you for my spanking Ma'am." 

"You're welcome sweetheart. You know these weekly ones are just to keep you on track yes?" 

"Yes Ma'am, I know." 

"Mistress...'member that costume idea I told you about. The one for you? Well...I maybe rented it for you anyway Ma'am.

"Oh?" 

"Would you please reconsider Ma'am? She'll be over the moon!! You know how much of a nerd she is when it comes to that stuff!"

"Don't you remember her crying her eyes out during the last movie?" 

"I'll think about it Cassie." 

"Ohhhh Mistress!! You're the best!"

The following weekend was Summer's birthday party. She was oozing with excitement. Vanessa was roped into their big scheme too and the three of them disappeared upstairs to suit up, before any other guests arrived. 

I met them outside to take their photo. I must say, the three of them were pretty freakin' cute!

"Look Andrea! We're the Rogue Squadron!" Summer beamed out loud.  

They spent the next few minutes taking selfies outside, before the party was set to pop off. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Rogue Squadron