"Thank you for Fucking my Wife"

Continued from: French Cut

and: Call me "Sir"

I watched intently, bathed with arousal, as Russell diligently lapped up all of his cum from my bare feet and swallowed it down like a good boy. He hadn't forgotten our old rules and protocols after all. 

I shooed him off the bed into a kneel, then simply glared at him, raising an eyebrow as a visual queue. Would he remember the second part of our old ritual? 

"Th....Thank you Mistress," he bashfully spoke, his face burning with embarrassment. 

"Good boy," I cooed back to him. 

Thanking me for letting him lick his own sticky ejaculate off my feet, then swallowing it all down. 

Priceless! 

I felt like his Goddess again, as he once used to address me during moments of intimate passion. Other times it would be "Mommy", his caring but strict protector, in moments when I had to tan his little butt over my knee. I was truly enjoying seeing Russell submissive and vulnerable again. It pulled at my heart strings. 

I cupped his chin into my hand and directed his gaze into my steely blue eyes. 

"Go find Sarah Jane, young man." I firmly spoke. "Find her and kiss her on the lips. Tell her that her submission is a wonderful gift to you and tell her how much you adore her."

He smiled and replied with a, "yes Ma'am." 

"Treat her to a lovely orgasm with that amazing tongue on yours. Do it from your knees. Show her a small glimpse of your submission...and change out of that silly pilot costume." I ordered, my tone both caring but strict. 

Russell scurried off to do my bidding. Likely embarrassed that his tongue and mouth were still glazed with his recently swallowed ejaculate. I wonder if Sarah will notice the taste in his mouth? 

Such a good boy! He did exactly as I instructed. I could hear Sarah Jane yelling "Daddy", from down the hall. 

Even though I masturbated and came while Russell was sucking my toes, I was still ravenous for more. I went to the find the girls in their "shoe closet", to see what they were up to. 

Vanessa was fully dressed and was preparing to leave. I guess she had a date-night planned with her husband. I jumped at the opportunity to pry for more. 

"By date-night with hubby, you mean him watching you with your bull?" I curiously prodded. 

"Yes Mistress, that sort of date-night." She chuckled as she answered. "Although he might be doing more than just watching tonight!"  

I shrieked with excitement. "That's so fuckin' awesome! I wanna hear all about it!" 

Vanessa giggled again. "Of course Mistress," she seductively purred and gave me a wink. She then kissed both Summer and I on the lips and made her way out.

As soon as I was alone with Summer, my dress was off and I was grinding my soaked pussy into her eager mouth. Gawd, I was so fucking aroused from everything that had played-out around me and the thoughts of Vanessa the Goddess Cuckoldress! 

I leaned my head back as Summer's tongue danced around my throbbing clit. I closed my eyes and began to envision Vanessa with her bull, fucking her vigorously as Derek kneels at the end of the bed and watches, his tiny cock straining against the confides of its cage, his body adorned in delicate pastel satin, lace and bows. 

Little did I know, he was given a much, MUCH more challenging offer from Vanessa, days earlier. 

Take it away, "Chatty" 

****

Vanessa gently posed the question one morning over breakfast. Derek felt a surge of conflicting emotions inside him. The idea of being taken by another man, especially in his sissy attire, was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. His chastity cage served as a constant reminder of his limitations as a man, and the offer to experience intimacy in a different way intrigued him.

"I... I'm not sure," Derek stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Derek felt deeply humiliated, but also an undeniable curiosity about the prospect Vanessa presented. To be taken by a "real man" and fucked just like a girl would experience was the daunting offer from his wife. 

Vanessa's hand gently cupped Derek's chin, guiding his gaze back to her. "It's alright, sissy. I know this is a big step, and I won't push you into anything you're not ready for," she reassured him, her voice soft and soothing. "Just think about it, and when you're ready, let me know."

Derek nodded, grateful for Vanessa's understanding. He knew that she would never force him into anything he wasn't comfortable with, and that reassurance brought him a sense of comfort amidst the whirlwind of emotions he was experiencing. Vanessa clicked out of the kitchen, leaving him to his thoughts. 

As the day continued, Derek found himself unable to shake the idea from his mind. The thought of being penetrated like a girl, of surrendering completely to another man's desires, sparked a mix of excitement and anxiety within him. He couldn't deny that he was curious, that a part of him longed to experience the kind of pleasure he could no longer provide as a chastity-bound sissy.

The following days were filled with contemplation and introspection for Derek as he continued his life of sissy slavery and domestic maid chores. 

He discussed his feelings and desires with Vanessa, sharing his hesitations and fears. She listened patiently, offering support and guidance without judgment.

The odd time, Vanessa would have to firmly remind him of the hierarchy in their relationship of wife, bull and cucked husband.

In the end, Derek made his decision. He found himself drawn to the idea of experiencing intimacy in a different way, of letting go of his preconceived notions of masculinity and embracing a side of himself that had remained hidden for so long.

As the night of Anthony's visit approached, Derek's nerves and excitement grew. Vanessa had made all the arrangements, and she reminded Derek what was expected of him. He was dressed in a delicate shade of yellow, the soft fabrics hugging his curves, while the chastity cage confined his flaccid penis from within his panties, emphasizing his submissive status. With his makeup perfectly applied and his wig styled in cute ringlets, Derek was the epitome of a sissy doll. Vanessa couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, knowing the effect it had on his state of mind.

The thought of being dressed in such an embarrassingly girlish outfit in front of Anthony both thrilled and embarrassed him.

When Anthony arrived, Derek greeted him with a curtsy, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt a mix of anticipation and vulnerability, knowing that tonight would be unlike any other.

"Good evening, Sir." Derek managed to squeak out in his wispy attempt at a feminine voice. 

Anthony simply smirked, as Vanessa was advancing on him, lustful to greet him as her cherished lover. 

With a snap of her fingers and a point to the corner, Vanessa quickly dismissed Derek to his position of shame and embarrassment. He was reduced to a mere observer, only able to listen to his wife and her bull. 

Their passion continued to escalate and from Derek's shameful perspective, he could now hear zippers being undone and Vanessa's moans of delight. 

Soon after, the quiet living room filled with the sounds of Vanessa, gagging her way through a challenging deepthroating of Anthony. 

After what seemed like an eternity of jealously, shame, humiliation and involuntary arousal for poor Derek, Vanessa took Anthony's cock out of her mouth long enough to summon Derek to the couch. He was bound and gagged, and positioned on display, forced to watch. 

"As Anthony pleasures me," Vanessa said, her voice low and seductive, "you will stay right there, watching and listening to every intimate moment. You will be my little cuckold sissy, knowing that you can never please me like a real man can."

Vanessa positioned herself in a manner that would be extra humiliating for Derek, ensuring that she could not only look directly at him while Anthony fucks her, but also reach his chastity cage to grope and fondle.  

Derek's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but he knew that this was what Vanessa wanted, and he was determined to fulfill her desires.

"I want you to listen to the sounds I make, the pleasure I experience," Vanessa said, her gaze intense. "And as you listen and watch, you will know that you will never be able to satisfy me like Anthony can. You will be humbled, emasculated, and utterly submissive."

"Yes, Mistress," Derek replied, his voice barely above a whisper and contorted by his ball-gag.

Vanessa smiled, knowing that Derek was fully submitting to her and embracing his role as her sissy cuckold.

"And just to remind you of your place," she said, reaching down to touch the chastity cage that confined Derek's penis, "your little clitty will remain locked up while Anthony and I enjoy each other." 

(Yes, "Chatty" actually generated that one and this entire exchange). 😈

Derek's breath caught in his throat at the reminder of his chastity. It was a constant reminder of his submission and his inability to please Vanessa sexually.

"But don't worry," Vanessa said, a mischievous glint in her eye, "I will make sure you get plenty of attention afterward. You'll be begging for Anthony's fat cock in your ass, won't you, my little sissy?"

Vanessa continues her relentless barrage of torment and humiliation, as Anthony fucks her just as relentlessly. 

After Anthony finishes inside Derek's wife, he is released from his bondage and invited to join in on the action. 

At Vanessa's gentle guidance, Derek felt a rush of both excitement and apprehension as Anthony's glistening cock was brought closer to his painted lips. The vivid contrast of his feminine appearance against the throbbing masculinity before him heightened his vulnerability and arousal.

"Go ahead, my sissy," Vanessa cooed, her voice a soothing melody. "Give it a kiss, just like you practiced with my strap-on earlier."

Derek's face blushed deeply, over Vanessa’s announcement that he practices with a training cock. 

With a deep breath, Derek parted his painted lips and tentatively placed a delicate kiss on the tip of Anthony's penis. It was a moment of surrender, a symbolic act that signified his acceptance of his submissive role and his willingness to experience pleasure in a way he had never known before.

"May I please clean you off, Sir?" Derek whispered in defeat. 

"You may, little girl." Anthony responded. 

"Thank you, Sir. And thank you for fucking my wife, Sir." 

These were the last words to escape Derek's painted lips, before he was silenced by a giant cock. 

"That's a gooooood guuuuurl!" Vanessa purred to her husband. 

To be continued. 

Mistress Andrea and "Chatty"

xoxo

Continued in: Husband gets Blacked

 

 

French Cut

Continued from: Pretty Please

I just watched the new movie trailer for Napoleon. My word does it look epic! From a Director who is no stranger to bringing us epic films. 

Speaking of the French, and my French-speaking wife, Summer, have you ever seen anything more feminine, elegant and beautiful as this? 

This is a picture that Vanessa took of Summer a few weeks ago, before they both left for a flight from YYZ to Atlanta and back again. It was like click-bait for her fetish-fans, she was totally sucking them in with the amplified elegance of French-cut hose. 

Our slutty Secretaries, Bella and Sarah Jane, back in the office, took this image and started featuring it on the fans sites. They were creating a decent amount of hype online, like real-estate agents seem to do these days when they try to entice a bidding war with their "coming soon" signs.   

Well...the hype certainly worked! Summer's French-cut hose, worn in her hot, leather, high heels aboard a round-trip to Atlanta, had 45 bids at the starting price of $89.99 and 67 people watching. Not too shabby! Fast-forward to today, the two foot-Goddesses Summer and Vanessa have Russell in my bedroom, in a pilot's uniform and I'm not sure if he realizes just how lucky he is.

Lets poke our head in on them and see what these two vixens are doing with poor Russell shall we?

Suntan French-cut this time? Well done Summer! They look fantastic. The scent from Russell's current predicament, must be intoxicating. 

As he inhales deeply, he is met with a heady combination of Summer's natural scent and the lingering fragrances of her perfume and body lotion. The fabric of her pantyhose carries the scent of her most intimate area. Russell feels a rush of both submission and arousal. 

Vanessa hits record on all the video equipment in the room, to capture the magical moment when Summer gently rests the gusset of her well-worn pantyhose against Russell's nose. 

"Do you know how much people pay us for these tights, Captain?" Vanessa firmly spoke. 

I guess their naughty little production has a script too! Cute. 

Russell's gasped for air as Summer removed her plump ass from his face, allowing him to breathe and respond. 

"No Ma'am," he gasped out. 

"You should consider yourself very privileged, Captain," Summer added, as she slips out of her high heels and places her hosed foot on Russell's nose. 

He can feel the warm dampness emanating from her sole, as her delicate arch came to rest on the tip of his nose. The unique blend of the day's toil, the warmth of the leather heels and the faintly lingering notes of lotion enveloped his senses. 

They certainly put on a good show for their fans, teasing the poor "Captain" with the most powerful of the human senses. The one most associated with the limbic system of the brain, which is involved with vivid memory and deep emotion. 

Their photo and video shoot wrapped up with the two little vixens tangled in a passionate embrace. Their bare breasts were mashed into one another while Summer was engaged in a lovely French-kiss. 

When it was all said and done, Summer, being Summer...surprised Russell by jumping into his arms and cooing to him in her baby-voice. 

"Thank you for helping us Daddy." She purred. 

"Oh dear...ok sweetheart. I'm happy to have helped." 

Russell awkwardly chuckled, likely trying to hide the fact that he has a massive boner in his pants from this whole ordeal. 

I'm sure if I inspected the inner front of his underpants, it would be dabbed like a bingo card with glassy little stains of pre-cum. 

Spanking Russell the other day, watching him trust me enough to open his raw emotions during his spanking, and now seeing him "under the stiletto" once again, I couldn't help but feel an old spark ignite within me. 

I thought I'd try my luck and see if he felt the same way toward me, as he did a decade ago. 

The girls disappeared to finish up their content editing. I playfully sat on the bed and summoned Russell to join me. As he got closer, I extended my feet and instructed him to remove my heels for me.

I started innocently enough. "These ankle straps are tricky, can you kneel and help me honey?"  

"Yes Ma'am." He quickly responded.

It would seem that spanking the other day, did him some good. Good boy!

I invited him up on the bed and we chatted, reminisced and giggled about our old D/s days together. 

"Do you remember when you used to worship my feet for hours?" I purred to him, all while kicking up my feet right by his face, and crossing my ankles in the most dainty of position. I swayed my feet back and fourth with the motion of my knees. Was I being too forward?? Haha.

Finally, I felt his strong hands grabbing the top of my foot, while his thumb gently traced a line down my tender arch. *Moaaaaaan! Gawd damn, I felt that right in my pussy!

"May I, Mistress Andrea?" Russell chivalrously asked. 

I purred back to him. "Mmmmm, you may!" 

He didn't miss a single inch of my feet and toes. His mouth felt so good. The sucking sensation on my baby toes had me reaching inside my panties and diddling myself to a shuddering orgasm. 

I encouraged Russell to relieve himself also. Between his time with the girls and now watching me orgasm while my toes were in his mouth, I'm sure he was quite aroused and desperate for release. 

The girls might be the foot-porn stars but let me tell you, I'm no slouch either. Look at my pretty little piggies! 

For the sake of his bare butt, let's hope Russell remembers how he is expected to clean this mess up!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo 

 

Continued in: "And Thank you for Fucking my Wife"

 

  

Pretty Please

Continued from: A Punishment Spanking

In the days following Russell's punishment spanking, I was little more micro-managerial as it related to the office. I would make frequent visits and ask the girls what they had been tasked with. 

It seems I walked-in on "break-time", during one of the said tasks. 

"You didn't want to do the honours yourself Russell?" I teased, while looking down at his mid-section. 

He blushed and whispered back to me, "no Ma'am." 

Clearly his bare bum was still in no shape to be visibly exposed to his two subordinates. You're going to be feeling this for a week is what I was going for during his punishment the other day. I think I achieved my goal. 

"Well, lets take a seat for a moment, Russ. Don't you just love that she's forced to watch her own boobs in the mirror, flopping and dangling about?" I said, as we both sat and watched on.

"Bella huni, if she looks away from the mirror again, slap her." I instructed.  

We watched for a little while longer. 

"Just make sure it's not an all day break, ladies," I sternly counselled. 

"Yes Ma'am," they both replied. 

"Russ, the girls are almost home from the airport. Lets go help them with their luggage." I said. 

He whispered out a little, "yes Ma'am" to me. Hoping his Secretaries wouldn't hear. He must have thought they did hear him, because he felt the need to reassert his dominance as we walked out of the office. Silly man!

"Five more minutes ladies." He called out. "Then you can kneel and clean off that cock, Sarah Jane. After that, it's back to your desks, ok?" 

"Yes Sir," they both moaned out loud. 

Russell and I left them to their business. I was excited to see Summer and secretly excited to see Goddess Vanessa as I now call her. I wonder if she has any new tales about cuckolding her sissy husband?!

Russell helped the two of them with their carry-ons and after kissing Summer passionately, I went to greet the supreme Goddess who is my newest girl crush. 

"Hello Goddess Vanessa," I purred to her, as I embraced her into my arms. 

She giggled and blushed. "Ohhh Mistress, you're too much!" 

Meanwhile, I watched Summer do her best "Daddy's little girl" move, slithering herself onto Russell's lap. She must want something. Ha. 

I heard her crying out "pretty pleasssssse" to him in a baby voice, yet I didn't catch what she had actually asked him. She was bouncing up and down on his lap at this point.

With the added weight of Summer on his lap, I noticed Russell wince a little, adjusting his tender buttocks against the hard chair. 

"You better ask Mistress," I heard him say to Summer. 

Instantly, I get a "Mommmieeeee?" From her. 

*Sigh*...

"Yes sweetheart?" 

"Can Russell come shoot some content with us? We need a pilot for a new idea.” She mewed out. 

"Feet only?" I asked her. 

She looked over at Vanessa. 

"Maybe some bum too." Vanessa said. 

I nodded my head in a gesture toward Russ, then looked at Summer while raising an eyebrow and said, "soumis?" 

"Oui Maîtresse." Summer replied. 

Haha! Summer taught me some French. I can talk about Russell right in front of him now 😈!

Preserving the essence of their long flight in hosiery and heels, the girls clicked off down the hall to their special space to grab some film equipment and sealed baggies to eventually package up their tights. 

I took Russell up to my bedroom to brief him on what was about to go down. 

"Russell, I don't image you wish to end up over my knee again, do you?" I spoke firmly. 

"No Ma'am," he replied as he lowered his gaze. 

"The girls want to dress you like a pilot and create some content relating to their feet and high heels. I expect you to do whatever they say, is that understood?" 

"Yes Ma'am," he peeped out. 

"You used to worship my feet for hours back in the day, remember? This should be a breeze for you." I reassured him. 

We got Russell into the pilot outfit while the girls were setting up the video equipment in my room. 

There was a nice fire in the background, making their stilettos glow. This was of course complimented by a silly man on his hands and knees, where he belongs, in the presence of such elegance and beauty. 

Lets hope Sarah Jane doesn't walk in on this, and see her "Daddy" in such a compromised position. 

"He's all yours girls. Don't bother being gentle." I purred to them. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: French Cut

A Punishment Spanking

Continued from: "Forced" Labour

I walked into the room deliberately slow but commandingly. I wanted my heel-clicks to thunder off the hardwood and echo throughout the room. Russell used to know this sound well, years ago, and when I saw him begin to tremble in the corner, I could tell I still had the same effect on him.

I clicked into the room a few times, again, deliberately. I didn't say a word and left it to his ears and his butterflies to determine what I was tinkering around with behind him. 

I placed a sturdy chair in the centre of the room and laid out some heavy hairbrushes and paddles. When I checked my timer it was counting up to the 32 minute mark. It was time! 

"Well, well young man. It's been quite some time since I've seen you like this."

"Andrea, is this really necessary." Russell tilted his head to the left and spoke. 

"Use my given name again young man, and I'll have your two slutty Secretaries down here to watch you sobbing over my knee!" 

"I'm sorry Ma'am." 

"Rest assured young man, you will be sobbing very soon, now turn around and come here." 

To ensure I kept this punishment as real and meaningful as possible, I wanted him bare naked for this. Not a single stich of modestly left. 

"Take off your shirt and socks Russell." 

"Yes Ma'am." He complied. 

"I don't imagine you would have forgotten that I am right-handed. Come around to my right side." 

"Yes Ma'am." 

Oh! I heard a crack in his voice there. Stripped of all his clothing with me fully dressed, thirty minutes in the corner and now he caught a glimpse of the tissues and lotion, along with the hairbrushes I had laid out on the table. Things just got very real for him. Perfect time for a good scolding. I remembered to use the dreaded 'D' word too!

“Russell, I understand you have Sarah Jane to train and condition as a slutty Secretary. But you need to understand that I am also running a business here." 

"I trusted you to manage not only yourself, but also Bella and Sarah, to achieve the objectives of my various portfolios and revenue streams."

"I think you took advantage of me. I'm disappointed in you, young man."

There goes the bottom lip! I watched Russell's eyes gloss over with tears and waited a moment for my words to sink in before patting my lap. 

He lowered his head in shame and mumbled out a, "I'm sorry Ma'am." 

"Over you go. We're going to ensure this doesn't happen again."

His vantage-point, similar to the image below, leaves no ambiguity about the reality of his situation. The reality that he is a grown man currently on the verge of tears, naked and draped over a women's lap, about to be given a spanking. 

The view in undeniably feminine and beautiful, but intimidating at the same time. 

I started off in this classic OTK, straight-backed chair position using only my hand, as I begin most all of my spankings, regardless of who the recipient is. It is too important to skip this part. 

I did a little scolding throughout the spanking, to reinforce my disappointment in him, as I changed up our positions and began to layer him with the wooden implements. 

His tears and apologizing returned when I began a very sound paddling of his sit-spots. 

The true sobbing didn't begin until I swapped out the wooden paddle for my ebony hairbrush, a truly dreadful implement. 

By the time I was finished I could see the sweat glistening on his back as he collapsed to his knees and sobbed into the cushions of the couch. 

I returned to the spanking chair with the bottle of soothing lotion. With gentle and maternal care, I patted my lap to invite him back into an OTK and vulnerable position. He crawled over and laid his head in my lap. I heard a genuine apology through is sniffles. 

I gently massaged some cool lotion onto his burning bottom, all while he was jackknifed over my knee. When he had calmed down I led him to the corner and helped him into a kneeling position. 

"Thirty minutes young man, hands glued to your sides." I instructed. 

He bowed his head in defeat, not looking forward to the embarrassment and boredom of such a lengthy timeout. 

Nevertheless, he sniffed out a reluctant, "yes Ma'am." 

I was satisfied with the consequences for his actions. I'm sure that colour will occupy his sit-spots for a week!

He'll be too embarrassed about the state of his bum to undress in-front of his two Secretaries. I guess I solved the spending all day fucking your Secretaries problem. Even if it's only for a week. 

However, I suppose it won’t stop him from making them fuck each other while he gingerly sits to watch them. 

Oh well. I tried. *shrug* 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Pretty Please