Katrina has a Bull

Continued from: Frozen Ghost

While I was online, booking a flight and an elegant room in New Orleans, my searching was interrupted by a message from Katrina. Not even a "hello Mistress", which means she must be really excited about something. I'll replicate the text exchange here. Katrina is in blue. 

Where did you get the bedside, metal cage? 

Ahem...manners young lady! 

I'm sorry Mistress, good evening. May I ask where you obtained the bedside cage from Ma'am?

That's better Kat, and good evening to you. 

All my "acquaintances" who have been under my stiletto before, know that I insist on very formal language and impeccable manners when I am spoken to. Katrina hasn't been over my knee in awhile and it was an understandable mistake. But not one that will be forgotten...

The cage is a very secure and well-made model from a seller on Etsy huni. I'll send you a link.

You have a use for one of these now? Do tell...? 

Mistress! I have a BULL!!

Oooo, exciting Katrina, good girl! 

Our exchange continued on, all while she was frantically searching through Etsy for a BDSM, floor cage. She was disappointed when she actually found one that she liked, but came to learn the shipping would be four to six weeks. 

I guess she was eager to continue some cuckold scenes with her new bull, while her sissy Tiffany watched and listened from a cage. Very similar to what she and I simulated during: Sissy Sucks and Cucks 

I figured I'd help a sister out!

You can use my bedroom Kat, I'd love to meet your bull. 

OMG really? Mistress! That's so great. 

Plus, you and I are going to have a little "chat", about your texting deportment young lady. 

Yes Ma'am, I understand 😟 (yes, she emoji'ed a worried, pouty face).

Let me know when you need the room. 

Yes Ma'am, thank you so much Ma'am!!

The stage was set. After a few more text exchanges over the next several days, we worked out logistics and attire. Katrina, her bull and her sissy were due on Saturday, mid-afternoon.

When the three of them arrived, I kissed Katrina on the cheek while she turned to introduce me to this handsome, hipster-bearded gentleman named Cole. 

He shook my hand and addressed me as Mistress Andrea. "Hmm. A submissive bull perhaps?"

Tiffany didn't say a word, nor did anyone pay him any attention. He just knelt and waited in shame and disgrace. Katrina had him all dolled-up in a prom-style dress with over the knee, lace stockings and opera gloves. So pretty!

Kat and I began to talk as though the other two weren't even in the room. 

"Has Cole been involved in your bedroom activities before?" I asked her. 

"Yes Mistress, this won't be Tiffany's first time serving my bull and I", she replied. 

"And who, pray tell, wears the pants in this throuple?" I asked. 

"Me of course Ma'am!" Katrina giggled with delight before continuing. 

"Cole's dick is locked up too, always! He just gets to use it, on my terms and with my permission of course. Tiffany's only use is her sissy fuck-holes now". 

"Tiffany is still pussy free?", I inquired. 

"Oh yes Ma'am. My asshole and feet only Mistress, if he's lucky", she confidently replied. 

This certainly sounds like a great arrangement the three of them have. Poor Tiffany! Her feminization and status as a sissy slave seems to have escalated so aggressively. I guess I was partially the architect of that...oopsie! 

Katrina piped right up, wielding her female dominance brilliantly. 

"Cole, Mistress and I are going to her bedroom to change. Give Tiffany a spanking for me, on the bare. I want her nice and submissive for you before we begin".

"Yes Ma'am", he quickly replied. 

Ohhh, how dreadfully humiliating! Being hauled over the knee by your girlfriend's bull and spanked! All while dressed like a frilly little girl. I wanted to stay and watch this go down, like badly! 

We could hear the smacks from down the hall, the girly whimpering and Cole making Tiffany address him as "Sir". It was so hot to listen to! I could picture Tiffany's ridiculously frilly panties around his ankles, kicking his high heels in the air as his clitty cage ground into Cole's thigh. 

Once Kat and I had dressed in our battle gear, she went to fetch Tiffany and bring an end to his humiliating spanking. Tiffany was brought to the bedroom where we got our little sissy secured to the bed. 

We had him set up to lay here for awhile and feel the heat from his spanked ass, all while anticipating what's coming next and dabbing his soft panties with pre-cum. 

Meanwhile, it turns out Katrina stripped Cole fully naked, right down to his chastity device and positioned him in the bar to wait for us. I'm was so proud of Kat! What an absolute Goddess she has become. Two silly boys, wrapped around her finger. 

She made him mix us a Gin cocktail which he saw to, fully nude. Empress and Fever Tree of course, what else would a Dominatrix sip on? 

Cole returned to his position of submission as Kat and I planned our next moves. She asked me if I wanted to use Cole for my pleasure, or use Tiffany for my amusement. I declined both offers, I was just going to be a spectator on this one. 

Besides, my heart was somewhere else right now. **Insert dream bubble here**

We finished our drinks and all three of us went to the bedroom to release Tiffany. Before doing so, Katrina calmly explained to her shamed sissy, that he would be spanked over Cole's knee again, if there was any fussing or resistance. 

With that, she knelt to release Cole's cock, which hung limp and flaccid, ready to be used.  

"Alright Fluffer, get on your knees, you know the drill", Katrina said to her sissy. 

Oh my god! I listened on in sheer delight. "You know the drill", Fluffer!!?" Clearly she has done this many times before.

"Show Mistress what a good little cocksucker you have become", Katrina said. 

I watched on curiously, as Tiffany knelt before the towering presence of Cole. Tiffany kept his head lowered and I heard him wisp-out, 

"May I please suck your cock Sir?"

Cole replied with a "yes you may, Tiffany".

"Thank you Sir", Tiffany replied. 

I was now seeing that this was a little ritual or routine that these three do together. Like a scripted rule Katrina has put in place for them to follow. As the next thing that occurred, was Tiffany leaning in and planting a kiss right on the tip of Cole's cock, immediately after she said thank you Sir. 

Next came a little face slap and Cole's order of, "suck it bitch". 

Maybe part of the ritual too? I wasn't sure, but it was certainly enjoyable to watch this all play out. 

Tiffany did a standup job, fluffing Cole's cock which turned out to be a lot larger than I expected. It looked like a little chapstick in his chastity cage. I guess Cole was a grower. 

Tiffany worked the balls too, cradling each one into her mouth and holding the pose for a moment, while Katrina took pictures with her phone. 

After a little more fluffing, Katrina cut them off. Tiffany was cast aside to kneel and watch. I got out of the way too, so the two of them could fuck. 

And fuck they did! Wowzers. 

At one point she let Tiffany kiss and lick her high heels, all while Cole continued on Katrina. 

I guess that was the only female action this poor sissy would get tonight, as moments later she ordered Tiffany to face the wall in a timeout pose while Katrina rode Cole's dick.

She ended up getting herself off in this position and after a great deal of begging from Cole, she allowed him to finish inside her.

Almost immediately, she called Tiffany over and demanded that he clean up Cole's cock, which was coated with a sexual mixture of the pair of them.

She teased him and tormented him with the slick and still erect penis, telling him it is the only way he gets her pussy, off the dick of someone else. 

Once Cole was all cleaned up, Katrina very forcefully said, "get him hard for me, I want to be fucked again". 

Poor Tiffany went about fluffing once again, while Katrina stood back and watched. 

It took some serious head-bobbing, but Cole the swordsman, regained his erection and was ready to go. I helped Kat get Tiffany locked into the floor cage before I left the room. Clearly they were planning on carrying on this way all afternoon. 

"You three have fun now", I cheered out as I was leaving. 

"Kat, come see me when you're all done. We still need to have that...chat", I hissed. 

She pulled her lips off Cole long enough to squeak out a, "yes Ma'am". 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: I have a plane to catch

 

 

 

Frozen Ghost

Continued from: Happy Endings and Take her to my Chambers

The four of us had all come down from our highs, after Bella's collaring ceremony successfully ended with essentially a hot, steamy, lezdom foursome. Collaring Ceremony 

Bella had to return home and tell her husband she was at dinner with a friend or something. Hopefully she has a good poker face. Katrina had to get back to her sissy boyfriend, Tiffany. She told me she left him at home in a lockable maid dress with all the trimmings, lockable heels and a list of chores to keep his mind off his caged penis.

No matter how wildly dynamic or in what direction my crazy BDSM scenes take me, there is always one person who still has a chair when the music stops. 

When the bed looks like a crime scene and it's covered in high heels, whips, gags and dildos, there is always one person left to giggle at the sight of the bed and help me clean up. 

My angel Summer...

*sigh*

She stayed the night with me. We snuggled and tangled our naked bodies around each other, like there was no way to get any closer. We talked and laughed well into the night, then enjoyed a nice sleep in. 

She looked beautiful when she woke up. Hair a bit disheveled, smile on her face and her bright, blue eyes gazing into mine. 

"Mimosas this morning Mistress?" She cheerfully asked me. 

I hesitated for a moment, my smile left my face. I looked at Summer a bit more seriously I guess, serious but passionate. 

"Please Huni, call me Andrea today", I said to her as I felt emotion welling up within me. Before she could react to this, I answered her. 

"And I'd love a mimosa, Yummy Bum", I replied.

Summer just giggled at my pet name for her and tore off down the hall and down the stairs toward the kitchen. The little exhibitionist remained fully nude of course, padding around the tile in her bare feet.

I enjoy seeing her naked but I also enjoy how slutty clothing accentuates her curves and her body. I laid something out on the bed for her as I got up and started the bath. She brought my drink and helped me into the tub.

I then directed her to the bed and told her there was an outfit waiting.

"Oh this is sassy Andrea!" She exclaimed, while slipping on the cable-knit, over the knee socks. 

She returned to my side and we shared the mimosa together. 

When my bath water was starting to get cold, she helped me from the tub and dried me off. Summer went down on me, on the loveseat and treated me to a massive orgasm, all while I sipped my champ and OJ. 

I threw a satin robe on and we both came down to the kitchen to cook breakfast together and find some more champagne. 

I put my phone onto a speaker dock and turned on a playlist. 

An old but familiar song came on. You know those 80's monster ballads where you can never remember the band but you know every lyric in the song? You're asking yourself was that one Poison, or Sheriff? You know the type of ballads...

I even knew the words to this one!

"This is nice", Summer said. "I've never heard it before".

We danced and swayed to the soft ballad, right in the kitchen. It was a very sweet moment and the lyrics were really pulling at my heart strings. 

Just as the song was reaching its dramatic crescendo into the final verse, Summer blurted out: 

"Mimosas! I gotta pee...be right back". 

She skipped away to the powder room. 

I stood in the kitchen alone and still swaying, as the third verse of the song started. I whisper-sang the lyrics as I felt my eyes glaze over with tears. 

♫ So many nights...I laid awake dreaming, I knew ♫

♫ One day I'd be with you... ♫

Turning to look in the direction of the powder room, I must have had a lone, distant gaze in my tear-filled eyes. 

I was whisper-singing the final line "my dream come true", as Summer emerged from the bathroom. 

She could see my glossed-over look. 

"Are you ok Andrea?" 

I wanted to tell her. I wanted to finally tell her so badly, just how I felt. What if she wasn't ready? What if I wasn't ready? 

"Ummm, yes...yes Huni of course. That was just a sweet song. One part got me", I said to her, burying my emotions in the process. I bit my tongue to fend off more tears, then changed the subject. 

"Where are you off to this week Sweets?" I asked her.

"Our final leg ends in New Orleans", Summer said. 

"Need some company?" I floated the ask out to her? 

"Oh my god really?! Mistre...Andrea, I mean. You'd really come down? To New Orleans to see me?"

I nodded my head and smiled. 

Summer squealed in delight then grabbed me and started biting little nibbles at my neck. 

"I'll get us a more...upscale hotel room my doll", I purred into her ear. 

"Pack your strap-on", she cooed back. 

I spun her around, bent her over the counter and smacked her juicy little arse. 

"I'll be packing my leather paddles too young lady", I said, pretending to sound strict. 

"Mmmm, yes Mistress", she moaned out. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Special nod to the background music for this lovely post:

Dream Come True - by Frozen Ghost

 

Continued in: Katrina has a Bull

  

Take her to my Chambers

Continued from: Collaring Ceremony

We got Bella down from her bondage pose and for the first time this evening, she got to run her gloved hand over the strict leather collar and rhinestone lettering. She smiled and moaned delicately as goosebumps enveloped her entire body once again.

Her nipples hardened and she looked at me, slightly desperate, slightly ravenous. It was a look of, "give me an order Mistress".

Hopefully I interpreted her signs correctly, I happily obliged her! 

"Bella huni, I'd like you to thank Madam Summer by kissing her passionately. I'd like this kiss to be directly onto her asshole", I commanded. 

She replied with a "yes Mistress", almost immediately. 

It's like I planned this. My two vixens, both in panties that covered their pussies but exposed their bottoms. 

"Good girl", I praised her. "Now Katrina please". 

Small and basic little commands, to get Bella into the groove of pleasing multiple people and serving multiple people as a sex slave, regardless of who they are. This was Bella's new role now, and I think she was loving it.

"Thank you Madam Katrina", Bella spoke, before planting a lovely and passionate French kiss, directly onto her bare asshole. 

Such a degrading act to have explained or hear out loud, but it was so goddamn sexy to watch. 

"Now Summer's mound", I ordered. 

I think all three of them cringed and were red-faced with embarrassment, at my unique choice of words. It's true though! When you put a beautiful, shaved and delicious pussy into a g-string that small, where the material covering her pussy lips is about the size of a won-ton wrapper, it becomes a "mound". Add a little camel toe accentuation and it's a gorgeous sight! 

Moreover, by saying mound and not pussy, it should make Bella believe that she is only permitted to kiss Summer over her panties, which is exactly what I wanted to see.

Yep, they all understood. I made her kiss Katrina's mound next. 

Kissing is such lovely foreplay isn't it? My style of kissing is just a little different though. 👿

"Ladies, Bella has been reborn as my owned sex slave tonight, this is a monumental step for her and a beautiful moment in her life. It's time to consummate this union", I told my two minions. 

"Take her to my chambers". I added a little cavewoman, Viking flare in that one.

I've used diaper positions for adult spanking before, I've used the dreaded wheelbarrow position too, but I don't think I've ever walked in on something like this before. My two little vixens must have cooked this plan up on their own, I don't even know what to call it...

They were cradling Bella and supporting her weight, all while spreading her legs and presenting her bare pussy for me. And Bella!...was absolutely soaked!

"Here is your prize Mistress", Summer said, as I walked into the room. Awww! What a sweetie pants she is!

"Oh my slave girl! Look at that drenched cunt!" I responded. Using my most vulgar to humiliate Bella even further. 

I spanked her directly onto her pussy lips, pretending I was punishing her pussy for being wet. 

"Such a naughty pussy!" 

Kat and Summer loved this! They continued holding her, while I stripped down and got into my strap on. 

Consummate I DID! Ohhhh Bella got the fucking of a lifetime, all while being vulnerably cradled by my two minions. 

We did a little choking next, something she quietly told me she was into, many sessions ago. Kat and Summer got a decent but reasonable grip on her neck, while she rode my cock. 

Bella orgasmed almost instantly, with my permission of course. It was so raw and violent and beautiful. I'm sure she would never forget this night!

I needed some sugar for myself, after all this build up. I put Summer on nipple duty, Katrina's tongue up my asshole and Bella on my pussy. Ever had an overstimulation orgasm ladies? I suggest you try it!

It makes you want to lay in bed for the next few hours, melting into my 1500 thread-count sheets, eating coffee flavoured ice cream and smoking darts!

Apart from the sheets, I didn't have the other items on-hand. I guess I'll have to settle for two gorgeous women in my bed and a sex slave who would suck their pussy juice off my bare toes if I asked her to.

Life is good!

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Frozen Ghost

   

 

Collaring Ceremony

Continued from: Remember, be girly

From what I have heard, of the deeply kink community and the lifestyle BDSM participants, a submissive or slave being collared for the very first time by their new owner, is quite the experience. 

I understand it can become rather emotional, with tears of overwhelming joy. I get it...A submissive being taken on as an "owned slave", meaning they are accepted, never judged and now the property of another. Powerful stuff indeed!

Since I am relatively new to town, this town anyway, I haven't been around long enough to fully and formally collar a slave as my property, until now.

She was my very first client, looking for adult spanking as an alternative form of emotional therapy. She has opened her vulnerability to me and shared her tears countless times over. She has shared her daughter with me and she has been taken to both extremes of the BDSM spectrum, once when she was age regressed and diapered, and another session where she was harnessed-up as a prancing, pony slave.

You can read about these lovely moments here: 

Her very first Spanking

Bella's Age Regression Kink

Bella is a Pony Slave

I could think of no one better in my life, professional or personal, who not only deserves a collar but also, earned a formal ceremony to accompany one.

The beautiful Bella Goth, just last week, asked me to collar her!

I had never done a formal collar ceremony before and since Bella was asking to be collared, I wanted to ensure it was a memorable experience for her. My first instinct was that I needed assistants. I was picturing some ancient Egyptian beauties, a few wisps of white linen covering their most intimate areas, leading Bella to some sacrificial altar. 

Yet instead of canopic jars and me dressed like Anubis, it would be bondage, collars, high heels and lingerie! Eff-you ancient Egypt, I got this!

So, I needed two scantily-clad beauties. Who better to ask than my ultimate side-chick and girl-crush, Summer and the fiery Cuckoldress, sissy-tamer, Katrina. 

They were more than happy to help, to play the roles of my props during this elaborate sonnet that was unfolding, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene. 

We went with matching gold-leaf collars for these two vixens, latex opera gloves and a beautiful, soft satin rope tie to accentuate and bind their breasts. Down below, a pussy covering, anal opening g-string, white stockings and d'orsay heels. 

They looked absolutely stunning!

I phoned Bella who was already anticipating her collaring was going down tonight. I left the phone conversation mysterious and cryptic for her, by only saying:

"Dress in an evening gown. It's time"...

Then I hung up immediately. 

I didn't have to ask if Bella owned a gown, of course she did! Look at this stunner. 

No receptionist to greet her this time. I simply left a note on the desk. 

My dearest Bella,

Please report to my private chambers

Your collar awaits 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo 

I spared no expense with the pomp and circumstance of this occasion. We were laying it on thick for her. 

She walked in on quite the scene, when she entered my bedroom. I heard an audible gasp escape her crimson painted lips. I'm not certain she expected assistants. Certainly not ones so beautiful and scantily-clad. 

Summer and Katrina swapped places, moving very slow and robotic, not saying a word. Summer took up a position at my right side and began to officiate the ceremony. 

"Isabella Octavia Goth, down on your knees and bow your head", Summer told her, remembering her script perfectly. 

It was very moving to see a grown woman so elegantly dressed, kneeling as a submissive. I hadn't said a word yet. I sat their stoic and Goddess-like, as I felt the situation demanded.

Summer continued with her scripted content:

"Repeat after me, I Isabella".

"I Isabella". She followed along perfectly...

"Am a slave to my wet cunt".

Katrina almost broke character into a giggle. Bella hesitated for a moment, embarrassed at the crassness of Summer's script. 

"Am slave to my wet cunt".

"And my wet cunt, makes me a slave".

"And my wet cunt, makes me a slave".

I chose this paradoxical mantra for Bella to recite, as it describes the infinite cycle of a submissive. Being humiliated and degraded makes her pussy ache and drip. When her pussy aches and drips she becomes humiliated and embarrassed from the involuntary arousal, and so begins the vicious cycle of her infinite submission.

A predicament? A conundrum? I don't know *shrug*. I thought it was an excellent mantra for her.

Summer continued. 

"Who owns your wet cunt Bella?" 

"My Mistress".

"If YOU are a slave to your cunt, and your wet cunt is the property of Mistress Andrea, who is your owner?" 

"Mistress Andrea", Bella gasped out, breathy and aroused. 

I spoke for the first time. 

"Rise Isabella". 

I'll admit, this was a bit much. We were entering the realm of , "rise a Knight" territory. However, were also nearing the end of our ceremonious script and ready for some action. I could tell all the girls were anxiously aroused.   

"Girls, take her to the dungeon please", I spoke again. 

Katrina and Summer each took an arm and led her away as if against her will. 

They knew that once in the dungeon, she was to be stripped of her gown and strung up on her tip-toes for a whipping. 

My two minions did my bidding and manhandled Bella down to the dungeon space. She was aggressively stripped of her heels, her gown and her bra and panties. Her elegant necklace was removed to make-way for her collar. 

When I clicked into the dungeon I was met with the most beautiful scene. I had to snap a photo it was so artistically lovely. 

I slowly clicked toward the trio. Watching Bella jump with each of my heel clicks. 

"Thank you ladies", I seductively purred. 

I specifically wanted to use a riding crop with a heart-shaped tip. My plan was to cover her beautiful, bare ass in red heart prints. It would look so cute to mark her like this before she got her collar. 

Forty or so lashes did the trick, enough to cover both cheeks and her upper thighs. It looked as darling and beautiful as I expected. I photographed the smattering of heart-shaped welts to show her later. 

Did it look like this, all over her bare bum? Not really, but it was the thought that counted!

The girls got her spun around to face me. I went to another area of the space to get Bella's collar.

"Girls, please kneel while I officially take Bella as my prized possession". I mixed in this additional flamboyant and ceremonious line. 

I approached slowly with the collar in my hand. Bella never took her eyes off me. I held the soft leather in front of her face and ran it's smooth lustre against her breasts. I watched as her nipples hardened instantly and goosebumps consumed her entire body. 

I held it up to her nose so she could smell the unmistakable aroma of leather.

I turned it over to face it toward Bella for the first time. The rhinestone lettering twinkled in the candlelight, spelling out the word "OWNED". 

I watched several stray tears, rolling down Bella's cheeks. It was not from the pain of her whipping, certainly not. I could see the desperate lust in her eyes, the loving devotion toward me and the freedom of acceptance. 

It was a beautiful moment. I'm glad we decided to make this so formal and decadent. I kissed both of her cheeks to taste her briny tears, then removed her gag to kiss her lips and transfer her tears onto them. 

I finished by rolling her lower lip into mine and slowly tugging on it as a drew my head back to look into her eyes. 

"Mine!" I playfully hissed out. 

That was all that needed to be said to conclude her ceremony. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Take her to my Chambers

 

 

 

 

   

Remember, be Girly!

Continued from: Happy Endings

"What do you mean you don't know how?!" I snapped at Kaylee, who was protesting and pleading with me, claiming he didn't know how to give a handjob. 

"You spent years, probably a decade or more, as a closet masturbator no? Before you came to me and we got that little thing locked up". I continued on my tirade. 

"You should have plenty of experience working a cock with your hands young lady!" I mixed in a feminine moniker.

I then had him show me how he would position his right hand around an erect penis. 

He certainly doesn't have what I would call "man-hands". Kaylee is from a generation of gaming in Mommy and Daddy's basement. His hands are soft and delicate. With the gold bracelet he's wearing and the nail polish that matches the dress, my male clients won't mind. 

Besides, they're getting released from chastity for this. I'm sure they'd fuck a warm apple pie if it meant they could cum. Silly boys!

Kaylee bathes or showers only in an environment that I control and under my supervision. I ensure that all shower products are made for women, deodorant included and I even make him use intimate wash on his locked "clitty" and his bottom hole. 

Make-up and hair get done next, which he is slowly learning to do on his own. Then I have his work attire laid out for him. 

He looks the part, he smells the part, his features are soft and feminine. He just happens to have a locked-up penis between his legs that he rarely gets to use, that we refer to as a "clit". 

Secretly, he does enjoy this role and his status as a sissy slave. It's his kink and his fetish to own and embrace. He just needed a little help at the beginning, months and months ago, to truly embrace what he is. 

I would never judge him for what he enjoys. 

We made our way down to reception so I could dictate to Kaylee, how I wanted this new process to be set up. He took his seat and began to type bullets of how I want this to work. 

• Only male slaves who have been in chastity for longer than 30 days, will qualify for a happy ending after their spanking
• Kaylee will offer happy ending services, only to male slaves who qualify
• The service will cost an additional $20.00
• Kaylee will administer the happy endings, via handjob only

"Make sense Kaylee?" I asked. 

"Yes Goddess", he replied. 

"The client due today Kaylee, who is it and how long have I had him locked up?" 

This afternoon you have Brandon, Goddess, and he has been in chastity for 42 days", Kaylee responded. 

"Oh good! Call Brandon. Tell him there is a new service at the Facility he qualifies for and ask if he's interested. Don't tell him WHO, will be doing the handjob, clear?" I ordered. 

"Yes Goddess Andrea". Kaylee squeaked out in defeat. 

He was too far down the rabbit hole to turn back now. Kaylee knew he could safeword out with zero repercussions, but he elected not to. 

Before long, the extremely pale-skinned Brandon, was in the waiting room. Kaylee's heart must have been pounding out of his chest. Brandon had accepted the new service of a happy ending to compliment his spanking, especially having been denied for almost 45 days. 

After his anticipation time in the waiting room with Kaylee, I got Brandon into the spanking room and onto a pouting stool, facing a wall. 

I returned to Kaylee and left Brandon fully naked and trembling. 

Kaylee was a bit panicked, asking me what he should do and how. 

"Remember huni, you are a girl now. A pretty and sexual girl. Brandon will want to feel your feminine energy and seduction", I explained to him. 

"The clients are vulnerable and ashamed after they've been spanked. They'll be looking to regain some of their shattered masculinity, in an act of toxic aggression. Aim the cock at your face huni, right when he's about to spurt. Just keep your glasses on!" I said to Kaylee. 

"A facial, Goddess?" Kaylee cried out in embarrassment. 

"Yes huni, give yourself a facial. We want to take good care of our clients and ensure they feel important and cared for. Brandon will enjoy your soft hands and the opportunity to cum onto your face", I cooed to Kaylee. 

"Yes Goddess Andrea", he finally acquiesced, with his eyes lowered. 

I went into the punishment room to deal with Brandon, asking him if he was ready. I unlocked his penis before we began, so he could feel the sensation of my leather pants against it. 

He got a first class hiding! His poor, pale skin marked up so easily and rapidly. 

I gave him 30 minutes of cornertime when his spanking was finished, up on the stage with Kaylee monitoring. 

Kaylee was paying close attention to the countdown too! He knew that when the timer was up, it was happy ending time. 

"Remember, be girly". I whispered to Kaylee as I left the room. 

I had previously told my sissy Kaylee, where to do the handjobs and how, the rest was up to her. She remembered to be girly, with her little high heels kicked up and dainty ankles crossed. 

Before long, Kaylee's face and glasses were coated in streams of hot, pent-up, cum. 

Such a good girl. Look at that face covered in load!

I let Kaylee keep $5.00 from her handjob, and all future handjobs, just to keep her feeling a bit trashy! 

Hehe

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Collaring Ceremony