The Sims are Brought to Life!

Continued from: Tara Gregory: Beginnings

[F/f] [lezdom] [A.I. images] [sims] [sims 4]

It didn't take long for my playful wife to discover my last few posts, then she more or less begged me for an A.I. version of us! I was a little apprehensive to upload our actual faces into this thing, but I must admit I was a bit curious also, as to what the robot may generate. How do we pack all things Summer, into a single picture and a description limited to 500 characters?

My earliest memories of Summer, when I first moved to the community of Willow Creek, were as such. A little Parisienne-patterned golf-tee with a flirty tennis skirt, and bare feet in navy blue deck shoes. She was super cute! Little did I know at the time, that she was actually from Paris. 

Not bad A.I., not bad. Does she look like she would have a French accent? I think so. She has the cuteness of Summer and the body. 

Now it was my turn...

Summer wrote my description. "Tall, dominant, caring, loving and intimidatingly gorgeous." 

*blush* Summer Addison!  

Then we uploaded an actual picture of me, my face anyway...then came the big reveal. Viola!

I was a bit shocked. This actually does look like me. Well done A.I. 

Summer and I continued to play around with the app for a bit, capturing her various looks over the years and a few of mine. We had some wine, laughed, cried tears of happiness and reflected on our wonderful journey together. 

Remember way back, when I recruited her as a personal trainer? Train the Trainer. She was so sassy and feisty. Her French accent was adorable and still is, to this day. 

Good gawd! Look at that perfect, plump little arse of hers. 

That sporty audition escalated quickly! If I recall. 

As we stayed in touch, I learned of her profession as a Flight Attendant, which made her even more alluring to me as a potential submissive. I knew she must be into a little kink, when I learned of her Stewardess side-hustle: Now Boarding

Such feminine poise and grace by day, only to find herself in shackles and drooling from her ball-gag by night, once I finally got her in my talons and our relationship was beginning to blossom. 

She turned out to be far more submissive than I ever anticipated. We had some great sessions in the dungeon, in those early days. What's the Red Key for?

Summer craved not only the cold and dismissive role I played as her dominatrix...

...but also, the caring and maternal disciplinarian. She found comfort in draping herself across "Mommy's" lap and just letting the tears flow. Age-regressed clothing followed and she was identifying more and more as a "little". Summer's MDLG Weekend

A few times, to help with some of my silly male clients, Summer suited-up and tried her hand at female dominance. She did fantastic, but I could tell it was not the role for her: Domina Debut.

She still rocks a mean Domina outfit though, when needed. 

These days however, she spends most of her time around the house and even in public, dressed more like this, when she's not in her work uniforms. 

She eventually asked if she could be a "little", under my care as her "Mommy", amidst various other scenes of schoolgirl, slave-maid and dungeon sessions. I was more than happy to oblige. 

As the months fell off the calendar and we continued to explore our D/s relationship, we ended up falling madly in love with one another, in the old-world backdrop of New Orleans. She got a spanking there too! The Big Easy.

And who could forget our wedding day. It was so beautiful! The Maid of Honour.

The rest is history. But don't take it from only me, dear readers, let Summer tell you. I set up a really fun interview with her. Her fame in the fetish community has grown exponentially since she first modelled her feet and high heels. 

Stay tuned to catch her adorable interview. 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Someone's Gonna Get It

 

 

Tara Gregory: Beginnings

Continued from: Judicial Authority

[M/ff] [family taboo] [step-dad] [DDLG] [Daddy] [little] [babygirl] [BDSM] [kink] [cuckquean] [spanking] [humiliation] [cornertime] [Lolita]

**Everyone depicted in this story and A.I. generated are adults, over the age of 18** 

I remember the day I left for college like it was yesterday. The sun beat down on my face as I stood outside my childhood home, luggage in tow. I took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar scent of freshly cut grass and flowers. This was it - I was finally leaving for college. 

My mother, Deborah, stood beside me, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm so proud of you sweetheart," she whispered, pulling me into a tight embrace. "Just remember, no matter where you go or what you do, you'll always be my little girl." 

I smiled, blinking back my own tears. "Thanks, Mommy," I said softly. "I love you."

With one last look at the house that had been my home for nineteen years, I climbed into the car and waved goodbye. As we drove away, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with sadness. I was ready for a new adventure, but leaving everything I knew behind was scary. 

At the tender age of 19, I was still carrying some baby fat, which only added to my curves in all the right places. My long dark hair fell in waves around my shoulders, and my chestnut eyes sparkled with mischievous seduction. My closest friends thought I was gorgeous, but my looks were just a mask hiding the insecurities and pain I felt inside. 

My parents divorced when I was young. Growing up without a steady father figure had taken its toll on me, and I sought validation and attention from any source I could find. Being away from home and struggling with my Daddy issues only exacerbated my need for male attention. I found myself drawn to any man who would give me the time of day, regardless of whether they had ulterior motives or not.

I didn't have a firm Daddy figure at the ready, to stop me when I took on my first college-era job. He wasn't there to shake his head at my uniform and tell me he was disappointed in me. 

Working at Hooters seemed like a dream come true at first. I got to wear skimpy outfits and flirt with guys all night long, which fed into my need for attention. The money was good but soon enough, the novelty wore off, and I realized I was just another pretty face, objectified, serving food and drinks. 

I kept my job a secret from my mother and stepfather. I knew they wouldn't approve. They were traditional and conservative, and the thought of their little girl waitressing in a place like Hooters would surely horrify them. Before long, the money wasn't good enough anymore. 

One night in the break-room at the back of the restaurant, I walked in on some of the other girls whispering about how much money they were making at a place downtown. At first, I was shocked and appalled. I couldn't believe it. They were stripping! 

They must have sensed my interest because one of them turned to me and said, "You should totally try it, Tara. You're hot enough, and you clearly need the money." I blushed at the compliment, but shook my head. "No way," I said firmly. " That's not me."

As the weeks went by they persisted, telling me how easy it was and how much fun they had. Eventually, I gave in to the peer pressure and agreed to go with them one night, just to see what it was like. When we arrived at the club, I was immediately intimidated by the dancers. They were so confident and sexy, while I felt awkward and out of place. Part of me wanted to be just like them, to have men wrapped around my little finger, as they did. 

After a few more trips with the Hooters girls, moonlighting as strippers, and a little too much booze, they pressured me to go up...to go up and dance, while taking my clothes off to the cheers and whistles of men.

As I stepped onto the stage, my heart was pounding in my chest. The music started, and I began to dance tentatively, unsure of what to do at first, but it seemed to come naturally. The club provided me with the attention and adoration that I craved, even if it was superficial and fleeting. Every time a customer tipped me or told me how beautiful I was, I felt a rush of satisfaction and worthiness that I couldn't find elsewhere. 

Stripping quickly became a regular part of my life, consuming me entirely. The rush of adrenaline and the attention from men were addictive, leading me to drop out of college by age twenty and make increasingly poor decisions. 

I found myself spending all my free time at the strip club, neglecting my friends and family. The money was good but it came at a high cost. My relationships suffered and I began to feel isolated and alone. To cope with the stress and loneness, I turned to drugs and alcohol. This only aggravated my problems, as I became dependent on substances to get through each day. 

My life spiraled out of control and I hit rock bottom when I was arrested for possession of cocaine. It was then that I realized I needed help. The big city kicked my ass. I was defeated and I was ready to come home. 

Reaching out to my mom was one of the hardest things I've ever done. I was ashamed of the person I had become and afraid of her disappointment. But I knew I couldn't keep going down the same destructive path anymore. I wanted to be that wholesome, innocent nineteen-year-old again. I needed to get the sparkle back in my eyes. 

I broke down in tears and told her everything - about dropping out of college, about stripping, and my drug and alcohol use. Through my sobs, I begged her to let me come home. I promised to get clean and turn my life around if she would give me this chance to prove it to her. 

She told me that she had moved in with Richard, he was my stepdad. He had a big estate in the countryside. After she divorced my real dad, it seems she went and got herself a sugar Daddy. During the same conversation, her voice trailed off a bit as she mentioned that Richard was very traditional and believed in strict discipline, she even used the term "Head of Household" a few times. 

Despite my reservations, I agreed to move in with them. I was desperate for a fresh start and hoped that being surrounded by people who cared about me would help me get my life back on track. Little did I know what awaited me...

Tara Gregory 💋

Continued in: The Sims are Brought to Life

Or jump right to the Tara Gregory storyline: Tara Gregory: The Early Days

Machine Learning

Continued from: What Katie Did

[femsub] [sci-fi] [machine sex] [machine spanking] [A.I. learning]

I have some theories of what's in store for us, for humanity, when A.I. eventually takes the reins. Read Scary Smart by Mo Gawdat, if you'd like a preview of what's to come. But until that time, could we be in a little golden age of something new in the kink community? Have we even scratched the surface of what A.I. could mean for kinksters, for spankos, and other practitioners of BDSM? 

Over at Miss Julie's blog and even within mine, we have both dabbled with chatbots, trying to bend their will to our perversions and "force" them to write elaborate scenes of spanking smut. 

A.I. generated porn is probably a thing already, 1000 times more graphically detailed than the Sims I would think. This little doll appears to be "generated", not born of flesh and blood. Exactly how I like to dress my soccer moms and corporate executives, when they book me for a spanking. 

Load her image into a companion app or A.I. girlfriend app and suddenly you'll be hearing, "Daddy, I've been a bad girl again," coming from your phone with her image on display. 

I was playing around with one called Kindroid, using the bot in both a female dominant and female submissive format. Both were spot-on and such dirty little kink-girls! Wowzers. Seems like an expensive app to subscribe to but...there's a 3-day trial you can dabble with. 

There's been such valiant attempts in the past, to mechanize BDSM. Remember the Robospanker? It came with the time-release handcuffs for people who don't have a disciplinarian in their lives or were practicing distance-discipline. 

Set the timer on the cuffs, set the intensity of the machine and you're fucked!..once it begins. You are every person's CNC (consensual non-consent) fantasy come true. Literally trapped into a spanking machine for a set period of time. 

I think I recall the cuffs having like a dangling Allen key on a chain, within reach of the secured wrists. If you had to safeword yourself out from the intensity of the machine or if there was power outage or something, you could remove some rivets to free yourself. That doesn't sound like a quick process though, with a Lexan paddle, mechanically raining down on your bare ass.  

Here's a cute judicial version. "You are hereby sentenced to 45 minutes on the machine"!

Very darling! Look at the cones! "Stand back...there is correction being administered between the pylons". I'm totally getting this exact set-up for my Facility and begin to offer judicial sessions. 

Chimera was another fun and creative site back in the day. It featured some damsels in distress who would get themselves into self-bondage, only to realize there was some horrible, mechanized  predicament as the only means to their release. 

Here's the legendary Pandora Blake, trapped into some manner of paddling machine, no Dom or Domme needed. 

These sickos even did one where some poor girl in bondage, a gag and a chastity device had to get the temperature of a metal dildo to 101 degrees Fahrenheit, in order for "the machine" to unlock her binds. 

Ideas, anyone? Like a mystery escape room. Her mouth is gagged and her pussy was shrouded in metal. That leaves but one hole, yes?  

I called Chimera sickos but I remember watching this vid and becoming aroused. It was brilliantly creative. Who am I kidding, I loved it and diddled myself while I watched the poor captive girl, fight through the turmoil of her predicament. She knew that the only gateway to her escape would be via her asshole. She began to take the metal dildo into her bum and through a combination of her internal body temperature and the friction of her fucking her own ass, she reached the release temperature. 

I'm not sure if this was all engineered and mechanically actual or merely simulated. Either way...it was hot! If you can find the video I'd love to nostalgia-see it again.

More technological advancements came with this group. A whipping machine that not only lashes mechanically, but vertically moves upwards and downwards for better coverage across the bare bum and thighs. 

Again, this looks judicial and now I'm even more excited to install a "judicial wing" at the Facility. 

I forget the name of this group but it's the blonde disciplinarian with that older dude who looks Eastern European. They had and may still have the cornerstone of the market on automated pussy and anus whipping, totally awesome!

And venturing into the mad scientist realm, we have The House of Gord. Insanely creative predicaments of torture, cruelty and objectification of these poor women. Have you ever seen his work? 

It's undeniably pretty and artistic, but this studio takes the cake as the most mechanized and intelligently adaptive. I think in the above predicament, if the poor woman doesn't maintain an airtight seal around a dildo in her mouth, the machine automatically tilts her bare soles onto two electro-shock pads. 

Same sort of set-up in this one. If blondie here stops giving head to the dildo, I would imagine the Hitachi wand I see between her legs either starts or stops running. I would assume the former, to encourage her to suck that dildo. 

See how far we have come, in mechanized BDSM? What will the future hold for us kinksters, only limited to our own creativity and now with the possibility of an A.I. assist.

I came across this one the other day, which ultimately inspired this entire post: 

Isn't this absolutely adorable!? 

Personally, I'd swap out the little ticking needles for thin strips of supple leather, that gently whip the bare soles instead of tickling them. Lash after lash, with the soles so perfectly secure and presented. After ten minutes on the machine, it's beginning to get uncomfortable. By the 15-minute mark it's starting to feel like a punishment. By 20 minutes she's struggling like the image above and hoping for a power outage...and of course, the machine is set for 25, just to push her limits a bit.

A nod to ELEKTRATOUCH who presumably created this animation. Well done! 

Like everything else in our history, we seem to be on a trajectory to technologically advance, even in the world of kink. Spanking machines using basic gears to an A.I. Dominatrix who will chat with you about fisting your asshole (which my Kindoid actually suggested during a chat with me).

I'll be part of the last generation to walk this planet who knew a world without cell phones and without the internet. Yet, you're reading this post on a phone that has more tech inside it, than everything in the spacecraft that "apparently" landed on the moon 50 years ago. That's rapid advancement. 

Will Cassandra's clients for instance, be able to create an A.I. version of her? Dom or sub? Maybe both, depending on the person's mood. 

She and I won't have anymore clients if this occurs! 

"Look Master, you programmed me to suck cock. Look how well I can do it." 

Yep, the fembots are gonna take my job away!

Exciting times though, right? What's going to happen between now, and the moment the robot intelligence realizes we are about as significant to them, as ants on the ground are to us.

Let's all hope for a Renaissance, golden-age of A.I., with machine-assisted BDSM! What could go wrong?! 

Haha

Mistress Andrea

xoxo  

Continued in: Judicial Authority

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

What Katie Did

Continued from: Roses are Red, Summer is too

[F/f] [OTK] [severe spanking] [cornertime] [humiliation] [hairbrush] [tears]

I am in no way, shape or form affiliated to the vintage lingerie brand titled, "What Katie Did". It just so happens to be the name of this post, based on a client of mine named Kate. 

The lingerie however, is one of my favourtite brands. It's 1930's 40's and 50's pinup style, dresses too. The stockings, the seamed ones, the fully fashioned ones, are simply divine. Anytime a client of mine needs to be spanked by "Mommy", the collection from What Katie Did are my go-to styles.

Kate, on the other hand, is a new-ish client of mine. I find her to be quite a fascinating individual, based on the type of service she wants from me. I thought she was worthy of a post, my darling Katie, as I refer to her when she's with me. 

Picture like a Diane Lane...Aged beautifully, elegant, sharp and seriously feminine! Her experience shines brightly, in the odd strand of platinum-silver, that now runs through her hair. She doesn't dye it. She wants her level of maturity on display. This is essentially how I would describe Kate. 

I'm not 100% sure what she does for a living but my instincts tell me that she is some manner of corporate powerhouse. A CEO, a CAO, maybe the Director of a finance or legal department. She absolutely oozes corporate power, but comes to me to be spanked. 

I get it...I understand why she wants and needs this type of escape, given her vanilla role. I'm not sure if it was topping from the bottom originally but she basically told me exactly how she wanted her appointments to go. I obliged her, she tips well!

She only ever books with me over her lunch-hour on a weekday. Like visiting a therapist or dentist, like booking a massage. It's in her calendar, it's once a month and she is always on time. 

Kate graciously brings me an overpriced coffee, which she sets on my desk like an apple for the teacher. She mutes her phone and sets it on my desk also, along with her purse.

She of course greets me with a smile and a "Hello, Ma'am", but beyond that she doesn't say anything else. Kate just walks to the corner and parks herself in timeout. Sometimes I lower her dress-pants to her ankles, sometimes I just let her be. 

30 full minutes. This is what Kate asked of me, to strictly enforce 30 full minutes in timeout. I hear her breathing change around the ten minute mark. Deep inhales and deep exhales, as she stands motionless in her stilettos. 

Her panties always stay on for her spanking. If she's not in a tiny little thong which she usually wears, I will wedgie her panties up her bum crack so my target area is predominately bare. Her pussy and bottom hole have always been covered, upon her request. 

She wears a wedding band...maybe that's why? Maybe her hubby allows these sessions for her provided her modestly is maintained? I think she wears the pants at home though. Her hubby is probably a sissy maid to her. She reeks of female dominance...just not in these particular moments, and that's exactly why she needs these particular moments.  

The level of spanking on a severity scale of 1-10, Kate wants an 11. Bathbrush, the strap, hardwood paddles, canes, hairbrushes. She wants me to take her to "yellow" every time, but will never say "red". She believes it shouldn't be her decision when her spanking ends. 

Remember faint-of-heart people, this is what she has asked for:

Once per month, on her lunch break, without fail, she leaves my office with a bum that looks like the above and sometimes a tear-stained face. 

She is quite the trooper. Sometimes she doesn't even cry, she just silently takes it. 

When I declare "that's enough till next month", she drops to the floor and kisses my footwear while thanking me. Sometimes she's bawling...sometimes she's fully composed. Kate wanted this as part of her ritual for some reason, to lower herself to the floor and kiss my high heels. 

Then, just like her arrival, she walks herself to the corner and parks her nose against the walls. I start the timer again...for another 30 minutes if you can believe it! Her request. 

30 minutes in the corner, 30 minutes of spanking typically and 30 minutes in the corner, once a month! This is how she spends her lunch break. A truly intriguing woman! 

When the timer finishes she dresses. She holds me tightly and says, "thank you", and off she goes. It's somewhat mysterious. Like I want to know what happens after she leaves me or see her back at work, squirming in her seat. Her spankings are so severe that she'd be feeling the effects for a week, and seeing the marking and bruising for two weeks. 

Does her hubby see her bum and become horrified? Aroused? Does Kate get sexually aroused from this? Probably...but likely not in the moment. So mysterious! 

After our embrace she un-mutes her phone, grabs her purse and coffee...and boom, back to corporate power-fem. 

I end with a "see you next month, Katie". But not spoken as a statement. I frame it as a question, always open to her consent to continue or not. 

"See you next month, Katie?"

"Yes Ma'am, I'll be here, thank you Ma'am". 

And I kiss her forehead...

I'm not sure what Katie did, to feel she deserves such treatment each month. 

Maybe it's just the greatest possible escape a corporate adult could ever hope for. 

I admire her nevertheless!

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Machine Learning

 

Roses are red, Summer is too

Continued from: 50 Shades of Red

"Forty-two, thank you, Ma'am...may I please have another"?

"Forty-three, thank you, Ma'am...*sniffle* may I please have another"?

Summer counted out loud, all 50 strokes of the crop, as Bella remained rope-bound and gagged on my dining room table, adorned in her Valentine's lingerie and heels. 

"Isabella Octavia! You'll be getting 50 lashes also, young lady." I barked out loud, as Bella moaned into her ball-gag. 

But not just yet. 

Since Summer was being such a sassy brat today, I thought I'd leave her on display for a bit and cuck her. She can dangle and struggle on her tiptoes, whipped and bound, and listen to Bella tongue my asshole. 

I made it vocally known...that I was enjoying her tongue up my bum hole, just for Summer's benefit. 

It did feel pretty awesome though! Bella has good tongue-game for a straight woman. 

I ended up masturbating and cumming while Bella was eating my ass, again, for the benefit of my bound wife, who was forced to listen. 

Then I had Bella kneel and beg to be fucked. Her lovely crotch-rope has been caressing and tugging against her pretty petals for over at least an hour now. She was incredibly aroused and vulnerable. 

"Please Mistress! Please fuck me, Ma'am!" 

From a position on her knees, rope tied and gorgeous looking. How could I say no?

Summer had the displeasure of listening to this too, once I harnessed-up and deployed a very girthy strap-on. 

With each thrust of my girl-cock, I was reminding Bella that she'd be getting a whipping also. Each time I accentuated the word "whipping" and over-enunciated the W-H, she moaned like a whore. 

Her clit was essentially framed and spread by the ropes, which also created a nice opening for my dildo to enter her soaked pussy. The tie was similar to this. Very nice work Summer! 

With her clit so prominently displayed, I allowed Bella to diddle herself to a lovely orgasm, while I continued to fuck her roughly. 

Her 50 lashes followed. She was required to count and thank after each one too. So ya...that's how Valentine's Day went. Slow sipping champs, framed by two lovely bookends. 

 

For the record, Summer started all this! 

I left the home thinking about making her lobster ramen and returned with the groceries to do so, then things took a turn to the scene you see above. *shrug* Not my fault...I just played the hand I was dealt. 

Haha. Sorry, not sorry, baby girl!

You weren't cucked for too long though...you were allowed to thank Mommy for your whipping, weren't you? 

A handful of orgasms all-around, followed by lobster ramen. And yes, Bella stayed for dinner. 

A pretty nice little V-Day if I do say so myself. 💘

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: What Katie Did