No Scrubs

Continued from: The Nurse and the Doctor

I guess we're doing another medical fetish scene. That silly, middle-aged man from the previous scene is on his way to The Facility. Time to get out of my scrubs and into my doctor mode. Hehe 

As I previously mentioned, this one was going to be both Summer and I, playing the roles of Doctor and Nurse for our sniffling, humiliated client. 

We both went and got suited up together, as you saw in the last post: 

Yep, we look hot!

The A.I. wrote some of this one, and surprisingly, from Summer's perspective. Which we haven't done before. Lets give it a chance and see how she does. 

As I stood in front of the mirror, I smoothed my hands over the slick, skintight latex of my nurse's uniform. The white material clung to every curve, highlighting my round breasts and nipping in at my waist. I admired the way my ass looked in the reflection - firm an enticing, begging to be spanked. 

My stockings ended in a tantalizing tease just below my garters, and the red strappy heels added an extra four inches to my height. I felt powerful, sexy and in control. 

As I clicked down the hall I could already hear the spanking well underway. A fleshy, sharp barrage of smacks and soft whimpers. 

When we designed this session, the first stage for this poor client was CFNM. The humiliation of being out-of-shape and fully naked in front of Mistress.

Next she was going to apply and lock a metal chastity cage around his genitals and flaccid penis...no brainer there. Male's typically don't even enter her presence without being locked up. 

She would have done a weighing on the scale and some humiliating comments about weight-loss goals and "man-boobs". 

He would be apologizing and shamed at this point, which is the best time to go over her strict lap for a spanking. 

I had since changed and walked in to her office when the spanking had ended, but I certainly heard it from down the hall. There she sat, resplendent in her dominance behind the clinical glass desk. Her shapely leg crossed over the other and she bobbed her high heel off her hosed toes. I bit my lip, my body responding instinctively to her commanding presence. 

In the corner of the room, Edward stood completely naked and vibrantly reddened, a testament to Mistress Andrea's skilled hand and whatever else she used to cause the welts. I could hear some gentle weeping from the corner, adding a touching vulnerability to the scene before me. 

Mistress looked up from her fake chart, her blue eyes meeting my smile, as I closed the door behind me. 

"Ah, Nurse Summer," she purred, "thank you for your assistance with our client today." She arched a perfectly shaped eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing across her lips. "Now tell me, have you reviewed his file? What do you think our little patient needs today?" 

I licked my lips, my heart pounding in my chest. 

"Well Doctor, in the case notes I am seeing weight gain, chronic masturbation and several concerning fetishes involving women's undergarments. I believe we should start with a thorough cleansing. Perhaps an enema would be appropriate?" I offered, watching as Andrea's eye gleamed with approval. 

"And then, Ma'am, I think some exercise would do him good - maybe some time on the treadmill with the anal hitching-probe, just to keep things interesting." I continue, my voice dripping with excitement. 

Mistress Andrea taps her chin thoughtfully, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I like where your head is at, Nurse Summer. But let's not forget about the piece de resistance - a prostate milking. Make sure you put a condom over his cock cage first, we need to collect any semen that may dribble out.

I nod eagerly, and Edward is released from his humiliating cornertime, having just listened to our entire conversation. His breaths came quicker, and I could see his cock straining against the confines of the chastity cage. 

The mixture of fear and desire painted across his face made my own pussy ache with need. Poor boy, I thought, he has no idea how much worse it's going to get! 

Nurse Summer and Mistress Andrea xoxo

Continued in: The Perfect Lubricant

The Nurse and the Doctor

Continued from: Medical Room?

During the last post I referred to my recent client not wanting to pay for a dual-Domme session and was dealt with by me alone, as his medical fetish nurse. It turns out he must have gotten off his wallet and reconsidered, as he would now like the Doctor AND the Nurse experience, in a follow-up session.  

Yep, we can do that! But if you thought your last session was humiliating, young man...

Now, where is that lab coat of mine?

Slutty nurse Summer, check! 

Summer, however, was still at work. I would have to clear this with her first but I'm sure she'll be game. She landed in the afternoon, following a particularly long stint of a few city stops. 

I knew she would be a bit tired and stressed. This was confirmed when I went to pick her up at the airport and she immediately started calling me "Mommy". A strong indicator of the mindset and role she wants to be in and a hint to me as to what she wants. I wasn't dressed in my vintage "Mommy" attire...hopefully this will do. 

When we finally got home she immediately asked me if she could bathe and change into something from her "pink room". 

Her "pink room" is an actual bedroom designed for age regression play and mdlg play. Most of her adorable Lolita outfits and accessories are in the closet in this room. Again, I knew what she wanted and needed based on the way she was acting and how she was speaking to me. We kissed and she happily scurried away to wash the travel off herself and transform into her persona of ruffles and comfort. 

She went all out today. I could hear her pink little heel-clicks announcing her presence, as she minced into the kitchen looking like a complete doll.

"Does that feel better, sweetheart?" I cooed to her. 

"It does, Mommy, you have no idea how much I was looking forward to this." Summer replied cheerfully, as I brushed my hands over her layers of ruffled cuteness. 

Still...this wasn't the full "fix" she was after, I knew this...

"Summer Addison," I spoke lovingly but sternly. "Do you need some time over Mommy's knee?" 

She blushed and pouted and tried her best to force tears into her big, bright eyes. 

"Y-Yes pweeaze Momma." She squeaked out with a baby lisp in her voice. 

"Alright, honey. Go get Mommy's hairbrush from the vanity and wait for me in the living room. I'd like your dress off," I firmly instructed. 

Summer dutifully obeyed. She knows how much I like walking into a scene to see everything perfectly in situ. The dreadful ebony hairbrush was resting beside the tissues, her princess dress was off, exposing her frilly pink bloomers and bra, and she had moved the ottoman into place by the large window. 

I gave her about 10 minutes to contemplate in the corner, before I entered the room and called her to my side. 

"Alright, little one. Over Mommy's knee," I cooed. 

After a nice long warm-up her knickers came down for another layer of hand-spanking, before I moved on to the brush. 

The brush definitely got the water-works started, as poor Summer gripped the ottoman while flat on her tummy. In this position, her bum is at it's most fleshy and impact-absorbing. The brush penetrated deeply! 

It reminded me of that old video of Brandi, from the infamous Real Spankings Network and Spanking Teen Brandi. She was being punished by the matriarch and was bare naked, legs spread and gripping the sheets for a bedtime dose of the BATH brush! 

You wanna see some real crying during a production-based, spanking video...go find this one. I can already see the white, ashy splotches on her bum. The poor thing...she probably felt that one for days!

Summer, on the other hand, I did not take to the point of white splotches, and she had nothing to be remorseful for. She just needed her reset button pressed, and the best place to do that is over my caring lap, on it, or both.  

Once the tears had dried and the scene was over, cradled in each other's arms, I asked her if she'd do the nurse session with me. 

We spent the next little while plotting and giggling about what we intend to do to this poor medical-fetish client. 

Summer had some shockingly devious ideas, as did I. That poor, poor man...

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: No Scrubs

  

Medical Room?

Continued from: Major Renovations

By special request, we were asked if we had or could do a medical fetish room. Sure we can! I still have the outfit somewhere. 

So does nurse Summer! What a little cutie patootie...

Can you picture her, speaking to you in her French accent while her gloved finger probes cold lubricant into your asshole?

This poor fucker didn't pay for both of us, so he'll have to settle for lil' ole me. 

I was equally skilled with the cold lubricant though, as his legs hung helplessly open and vulnerable in the exam chair. 

Yikes, those were big beads! 😬

This young man was given about an hour head-start on the session, after he took a good thrashing over my knee. His penis was confined in a metal chastity device and his instructions were to clean himself out. 

Here, I'm explaining to him what an enema is and how I'm about to start the flow of warm soapy water into his bowels. He was so horrified and mesmerized he could only apologize and kiss my high heels.

There we go! Nice and full. Let those soap-suds do their job. I explained to him that in my absence, he would be required to give himself a second enema, a flush of clear, clean saline, which I had ready. 

I'll make him hold it in until I can see the beads of sweat begin to form on his forehead and lower back. The urgency to release becoming more mentally frantic. I'll torment him, telling him his cock cage won't be unlocked if he doesn't hold it for me. 

Once I see him broken and begging, this is where I will take my leave. I don't need to hear, see or smell what's about to happen. His instructions are to be fully cleaned out for me, or face severe consequences. His penis remains locked...no additional supervision is needed. 

This was the hour head-start I referenced. It will take him about that long to release, flush and release again, spending a significant amount of time with his thrashed backside on a hard toilet seat. Yes, this was by design. *evil chuckle*

It gives me time to go and change, then the actual session begins, this was all just the logistics phase.

How do I look?  

"I'll remove your cock cage if you suck a dildo on the toilet seat for me..."

How humiliating! He is returned to the scene, where he so recently experienced the sounds and splashes of his own putridity. Kneeling and sucking a dildo for me. 

His simulated and "forced" bisexual, medical scene did not end there. He took more cock for me with those giant anal beads up his ass.  

And of course...there was a a reason why I wanted him cleaned out for me! Look at this desperate little slut.

Well...how did we do? Shall we keep the medical fetish room? I just put on my skin-tight scrubs. 💝

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: The Nurse and the Doctor

Major Renovations: Heavenly Hash Space

Continued from: Major Renovations: Vanilla Space

Alright, lets jump right into the new an improved Facility and some of the new features available for our lovely clients. 

If you've followed our blog you'll know that we like to provide people with very immersive experiences, ranging from childhood spankings at the Farmhouse to a feet and hosiery wonderland of scents and textures. 

How do we bring Summer and her cabin-crew nylons, right to the client? 

I designed her a simulated plane fuselage and cabin! Haha 

How cute is this!? 

Clients may now experience their most interactive flight attendant fantasies yet. 

There is enough room in the seats to be taken across Summer's strict lap for being an unruly passenger. There is enough room in the aisle to be stripped and splayed out, as Summer describes how damp her nylons have become, having been in her hot high heels during a transatlantic flight. 

After your session, as always, you may leave with a souvenir from Summer. Socks, hose, stockings and even her high heels are available for sale, but at a hefty price. 

This should be a fun space for Summer and Vanessa to do some great work and some great photo shoots. 

Will we still have an authentic classroom with school desks and a chalkboard. Absolutely. And don't forget the Principal's office where the canes and paddles are kept. 

For the sissy gurls, age players and fans of mdlg and ddlg, we still have you covered with an explosion of pink and ruffles. 

If you'd like to be wrapped in the crinkly comfort of a diaper, we have an adult change table and crib all ready for you in the nursery. 

If colouring books and stuffies are more suitable for your level of regression, we have a playroom to accommodate. 

And everything in between for Mommy's little princes and princesses. 

By special request, we have fully installed the courtroom in the main floor of The Facility, complete with a Probation Office.

You might stand accused of masturbating, fornication or sodomy, and will be provided the right to plead guilty to the charge, in hopes of leniency, or plead not guilty and have a trial. Spankings, the spanking machine, whippings, public humiliation and periods of incarceration, will be the majority of the sentences handed down. 

A newly added feature upon request of a reader, is the Probation office. 

After you have received your punishment publicly and your vanilla clothing has been returned, you may be required to serve a term of probation. For males, this will likely involve a period of chastity with your penis locked in a device. For females, maybe having to return to The Facility on a monthly basis for a little while, to be sexually humiliated, shamed or objectified in some way? 

Whatever the case may be, you do NOT want to be sentenced to probation also!

In the basement would be the sex dungeon where the heavy stuff and the fucking machines are kept. 

Also in the basement, we still have the pony stables for Bella and Sarah Jane, so they can prance for me with tail-plugs up their asses and bells jingling from their nipples. Gawd this must be so humiliating for them!

One of my personal favourties, the woodshed! We still have this as an option too, for clients who need a good country, belt whuppin'. 

What do you think, everyone? 

Please don't hesitate to reach out and suggest something you'd like to see or experience. We're here to make your fantasies come true, after all. 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo
 

Continued in: Medical Room?