Ethically Sourced

Continued from: The Crown

Thank you all, for bearing with me during this transitional period of the blog. I have been working tirelessly to replace the A.I. generated characters with options created in A.I. from text only. True synthetic images. 

I'll finish the courtroom drama involving Cassandra and her new friend Carley, being accused and set to stand trial in MY spanking court. 

But before I do, I needed to work on Summer, as she has a role in the courthouse and had proven to be the most difficult synthetic image to generate. Should the two accused parties be found guilty and sentenced to a punishment, Summer will be the "officer" who gets to met it out. 

There's my cutie patootie, wife! 

The A.I. image prompt was something to the effect of: 

Blonde woman from Paris who typically wears her hair in a braid at the back. In her late 30's, she's a flight attendant and used to be a professional figure skater. Fair skin, bright blue eyes and red lips with pixie features. 

I think I can work with this: 

Is that the arse of an ex-figure skater? 

Ohhh, I think it IS!! Breathtaking really...

Sweet baby Jesus in his manger. 

This is what the A.I. spit out when I asked for "tight grey pants, a strappy style of razor-back tee and a pink bow in her thick braid".

Close I guess *shrug*

Can you believe I get to spank that?! I'm the luckiest girl alive! 

Fans of this blog will know that Summer is my beautiful wife. We fell in love and got married last year. 

You can read about the lead-up to the wedding and the actual wedding day, beginning here:

Maid of Honour

Long-time readers will also know that Summer is a flight attendant and operates a clandestine side-hustle that involves the marketing and selling of her worn nylons and high heels. That discovery started here: Now Boarding

I think I gave her a spanking for that, for running such a naughty business. Then turned around and ended up helping her with her business. Lol 

What a sexy and professional little thing she is!

Summer's fans should also know about her age regression fetish. One of Summer's biggest kinks is to be transformed from what you see above, and regressed into "Mommy's" naughty "little girl", coddled and cared for in a world of pinks and pastels, bows and ruffles. A stark contrast to power-strutting through an airport terminal like a Boss! 

She asked me for an entire weekend once, you can read about that here: Summer Requests a MDLG Weekend.

More and more, she is dressed like this around the house, even during vanilla times, clicking around in her little Mary Jane heels.

Venturing into another stark contrast from the stuffies and colouring books, is Summer's ability to play a Dominant role when needed. This one was from her debut as a Dominatrix over this silly male in a cock cage: Domina Debut

She also makes a fine play-toy for me, when she wants a trip to the sex dungeon as my obedient slave. 

This was one of the very first times I introduced Summer to the BDSM dungeon space, long before we got married: What's the Red Key For?

Now, she finds herself as the executioner of my court house. Spoiler alert. The fate of poor Cassandra and Carley is depicted below. 

How embarrassing. Bare and presented before the entire court! Summer and the courtroom members alike, audibly gasping when they hear the number of strokes spoken aloud. I'll finish this story up next. 

Anyhoo, I think I'll retire the cartoony-looking Summer...

 

And stick with this version as my beautiful bride: 

The Tara Gregory series with her step-daddy is back online now. That series was wonderful and begins here: Tara Gregory: Beginnings

This is the new, 20-year-old, Tara:

We have Cassandra sorted out and have opted to stick with a slightly cartoony version of her. She still looks amazing though. And if my math is correct she should be 21 or 22 by now. What a weapon that girl is! 

Her journey began here, when I met Cassie through her mother, who was a client of mine. Those two have an "interesting" Mother/daughter relationship. She actually spanked her mother on the bare, in OTK position once! Unreal. You can find that story here: Cassandra

The next best thing to a figure-skater's bum and legs, is that of a professional dancer's bum and legs. Cassie is truly something special, if she can manage to hold in all the crazy...

Bella...Cassandra's mother. We've got her sorted out too. She has a husband named Mortimer. Not sure what's goin' on there but Bella has been my sex slave for almost two years. Literally collared and owned sex slave. This was her actual collaring ceremony, it was lovely: Bella Officially Collared

Whether she's experiencing the burning humiliation of pony-play in my barn: Pony Play Session

Or the stomach-sickening punishment of being forced to wear an adult diaper: Diaper Punishment

She still manages to look like a complete hottie while doing so. Can you believe she's almost 50!? 

My character...check. We've got ME sorted out:

That just leaves a smattering of others to ethically source and create. Russell and Sarah would be nice, they're always cute, especially when I convince Sarah to write the posts herself. Nancy. Nancy from the Sims world we had before, then she was taken down and replaced with a way too cartoonish version. I'll sort her out eventually and then we should be back on track. 

As the courtroom drama wraps up, the sky is the limit with the new cast members here. 

Don't be shy...let me know what and who you'd like to see. 

Mistress Andrea xoxo

Continued in: Guilty as Charged

 

The Crown

Continued from: Aggravated Anilingus

I've just donned my judge's robes and white wig. The spanking court will soon be in session.

In Canada and I would assume around the British Commonwealth, when you're charged with a Federal crime, the governing authority of that particular law is the reigning monarch of the day. It appears as the letter 'R'. (R vs. Jane Doe, for instance)

In the U.S. I think it's the State. (The State of Minnesota vs. Jane Doe). 

Until the passing of Her Majesty the Queen, 'R' stood for Regina, the Latin word for Queen. Luckily we don't have to change all the law books and documents to something else, as Rex is the Latin word for King.

Essentially, King Charles could commit a murder in Canada and I'm not really sure what would happen, because you can't charge yourself with a crime. R vs. Rex...? Hmm. We'll need a lawyer's opinion on that one...

As for my unique court of adult discipline and correction, it's ME...versus the accused individual(s).

Today it happened to be co-accused miscreants, Carley and Cassandra. Both of whom have plead not guilty to the charges of lewdness, and aggravated anilingus. Not guilty!!? After I stood there and watched their little show on my own bedspread. I wonder what their defense is going to be on this one? 

I'll let Carley tell you all how this played out, she writes very eloquently. 

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As I emerged from the darkness of my quarters, a sense of dread dogged my every step. Cassandra's nervous energy oozed from beneath her sharp business attire, as she stood beside me. We presented ourselves, as ordered, to the cell block area, under strict instructions to wear business formal, with hosiery and heels. 

I am sure this was designed to amplify the indignity of then, being stripped naked before the guard and exposed to the unforgiving glare of fluorescent lights.

As Cassandra and I stood before the emotionless guard, our hearts racing in tandem, the air grew thick with tension. Then came the ultimate humiliation - the bending, the spreading, the invasion of our most intimate recesses. I felt my face burn with shame as I watched Cassie comply, her hands reaching backward to part her buttocks, exposing her anus and vagina for inspection.

My pussy was pulsing with a mixture of fear and dark excitement, when the guard told me to stand and bend over. A gloved hand probed my bare asshole, then my vagina, exploring every crevice and contour with methodical thoroughness, searching for concealed contraband. 

It was an ordeal designed to break our spirits, to reduce us to mere vessels devoid of pride or autonomy. And yet, even as I submitted to this mortifying ritual, a spark within me trembled, acknowledging the strange allure of such objectification. 

As the heavy doors clanged shut behind us, I stood numb, surrounded by the drab, institutional walls that now confined me. The bright orange outfit seemed to glow with an otherworldly intensity, a beacon of shame that proclaimed my fallen status. Maybe we shouldn't have fucked on Mistress' bed after all? My inner dialog repeated back to me.  

As I sat in my cramped, dimly lit cell, the bright orange jumpsuit a stark reminder of my predicament, I called out to Cassandra, my voice barely above a whisper. "Cassandra, are you okay?" The reply came hesitantly, her words hitching along the way.

"Y-yes, Carley...I-I think so."

I swallowed hard, trying to process the unfolding nightmare. "Do you think they'll spank us in front of everyone? Will we be punished right in the court?"

Cassandra's voice echoed from within her cell. "All those people watching...judging." 

I bit my lip, my mind racing with visions of whipping posts and wooden stockades. "I've heard rumours of the Judge's Canadian prison strap," I confided, my stomach twisting with a mix of fear and morbid fascination. "They say it leaves welts that last for days."

Cassandra's gasp was audible, followed by an anguished moan. "What if they use it on us? What if we're forced onto those spanking benches and presented for everyone to see?"

My skin crawled at the thought, but something inside me quickened its pace, like a dark heartbeat awakening. 

"Imagine being forced to submit like this. Cassandra," I breathed, my words barely audible. "Imagine being bent over, helpless, with strangers feasting their eyes on our reddened bottoms..." There was a pause, during which I wondered if I'd gone too far, but Cassandra's tentative query surprised me.   

"D-do you think, Carley...do you think it might feel sort of...good? I smiled grimly from my cell, my pulse thumping in recognition of this twisted concept. 

"Only one way to find out out, Cassie...we plead not guilty, and potentially face the maximum sentence."

"Ohhhh fuck!" I heard Cassandra gasp out. "I felt that one right in my pussy," she moaned...

To be continued...

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Ethically Sourced

 

 

Aggravated Anilingus

Continued from: Ethical Dilemma

"That was the evening that Cassandra and I succumbed to our baser desires, our passions igniting like wildfire as we found ourselves entwined on Mistress Andrea's plush bed. The dim lighting, the soft music and the booze, it all seemed to be conspiring against us, tempting us further down the path of debauchery." 

"I felt Cassandra's tantalizing tongue, dancing across my skin, her gentle caresses leaving trails of fire in their wake. Her lips claimed mine, our tongues intertwining as we devoured each other's hunger."

"It wasn't long before we surrendered fully to our cravings. And that's when...that's when it happened..."

*Trails off*

"Stop stalling Miss Chapman, and show us on the doll where she touched you, where she put her tongue." 

Let me rewind a little...hehe...

Our first trial in the new courtroom space! It was great fun, especially when my bailiff, Summer brought these two in. I should have known! Carley and Cassandra...my tattooed angels who are not so angelic right now. 

*snickers and murmurs from the body of the court*

"ALL RISE!"

Cassandra Leigh Goth... 

Carley Chloe Chapman...

The court is ready to accept your pleas. You both stand accused of one count of lewdness, and one count of participating in aggravated anilingus.   

Miss Goth, on or about the 4th day of June, 2024, did, for a sexual purpose, place her tongue into the bare anus of the co-accused, Miss Chapman.

Miss Chapman, you stand accused as a party to the offence, that on or about the 4th day of June, 2024, did allow, for a sexual purpose, the tongue of Miss Goth to enter your bare anus.

How do you plead? 

Let the court register, both accused parties have entered a plea of NOT guilty. 

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<Two days earlier>

As I slipped silently into my chambers, a subtle thrill coursed through my veins, sensing the air heavy with anticipation and a nose of feminine arousal. Cassandra and my newest protégé, Carley, lay tangled on my bed, their bodies swathed in candlelight, their urgent whispers and gasps mingling with the shadows. 

I halted just beyond the doorway, drinking in the sight of them lost in passion, oblivious to my presence. The room looked like a crime scene, with various dildos and dongs strewn about, whips, discarded high heels and booze bottles.

Cassandra's deft hands mapped Carley's curves, her fingers weaving into her wet folds, before slapping her pussy sharply. Her lips met Carley's most intimate area, a kiss so fervent it seemed to suck the oxygen from the room. 

Carley's porcelain skin glowed in the flickering light, her raven tresses splayed across my pillows like a dark halo. Her body arched upward, accepting Cassie's exploratory tongue with reckless abandoned, and I found myself ensnared by their forbidden intimacy. 

As I stood transfixed, Cassandra's boldness reached new heights, her tongue delving deep into Carley's secret places, her fingers grasping Carley's hips to hold her steady. A low guttural moan escaped Carley's lips as Cassandra began to languidly tongue-fuck her bare asshole, the sight of which stirred my insides. Carley's body trembled beneath Cassandra's ministrations, her back arching deeper in silent invitation. 

For one fleeting instant, I debated whether to interrupt their clandestine affair or permit them to reach the pinnacle of their pleasure. But as the head Mistress of this esteemed Facility, duty compelled me to intervene - after all, rules existed for a reason. No fucking in my bed unless I'm directly involved! 

When they began to co-ride a double-ended dildo, right on my duvet in a scissor pose, I could no longer remain a silent observer. I was tasked with maintaining order in this sanctuary of perversion. 

As I stepped forward, my stiletto heels clicking on the hardwood, Carley and Cassandra's gazes snapped toward me, their faces etched with guilt and trepidation. The air was heavy with the scent of spent passion, the sheets crumpled and bearing evidence of multiple orgasms. With calculated composure, I surveyed the room disapprovingly, raising an eyebrow to underscore the tableau of shame before me. 

The two little vixens cowered beneath the blankets and held one another, a pitiful attempt to salvage what remained of their dignity and conceal their nudity from my strict gaze.

I cleared my throat, my tone measured and detached. 

"You both will stand trial before the Spanking Court, charged with aggravated anilingus." The phrase hung in the air, its gravity settling upon them like a mantle of shame. 

The atmosphere thickened, heavy with the promise of retribution, and I reveled in the intoxicating aroma of submission, now wafting from these two devious pixies. 

With a deliberate slowness, I turned to leave before pausing at the threshold. "Tomorrow morning, I expect you both to report to the jailer. You will present yourselves voluntarily for arrest and processing. Failure to comply will result in...severe repercussions."

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: The Crown

 

Ethical Dilemma

Continued from: Sacrifice

Good news everyone! Summer and I were never in a war. France did not invade Canada, in this century anyway. And Summer and I did not kill ourselves out of pure love, in the Canadian wilderness... 

Dear readers, 

If you hadn't noticed, a number of my posts were pulled down, including my epic adventure story that had little to do with BDSM and spanking. 

I pulled these posts down myself...all the Tara Gregory and her step-daddy stories (which were great) and a few others that involved A.I. images. 

Let me tell you why...as this was an ethical dilemma.

Since I started my facility and various fetish studios, men and women alike seek out my services for a variety of fantasy purposes. Usually they want to be humiliated, degraded, objectified and debased, especially the women, and in some cases, completely dehumanized. 

BUT! This is all done on their consent, in a safe environment where they can explore their darkest fantasies, with the option of a safeword to stop everything. And we should never judge them for what they are into and there should be no shame in it, fair? 

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This is adult film star, Cherry Torn: 

She's quite popular in the kink sites, she's had a variety of hairstyles over the years and I've always liked her, especially the noises she makes when under pain and orgasmic duress.  

This video in particular was delightful!

Here, Cherry finds herself in some dirty factory, all trussed up and being fucked directly in the ass by her Domme's strap-on. It looks like a punishment fucking for a naughty slave girl. I think her Domme's name is "Chanta" - she's awesome too.

During Cherry's sodomy, she's drooling from a very dehumanizing ball gag and making her lovely grunting sounds, as her anus struggles to accommodate the thrusting invader. 

(I love this gag btw, Sarah Jane, listen up! You’re getting one of these and you’ll be getting exactly this treatment!) 

Cherry is an adult film star, she may even have an agent or a team. She would have consented to this film and photo shoot, she probably even knew what it entailed and was likely paid handsomely for her performance. There would have been paperwork and contracts. I'm sure the rights to the original video and images belong to the film studio, to do with as they please. Cherry would have consented to this also...

What Cherry did not consent to, was someone on the internet farming her images from scenes like the above, then creating their own A.I. images of her in French Maid outfits, schoolgirl outfits or other compromising material. I think this recently happened with the likes of Taylor Swift and some other celebrities, so real in fact, that their friends and P.R. people were like: 

"Were you actually in a gangbang in Nashville last weekend, Taylor?"  

Additionally, this is now happening to more vulnerable teens and school-aged students as a new form of bullying and blackmail. 

One could argue a caveat emptor...let the buyer beware. Ye who uploadeth their own likeness to the internet, taketh on the associated risks in doing so. "You're already all over the internet, naked and being fucked because you're a porn star, what's the harm in a few more generated images?" 

I once agreed with this...completely. Especially with that "look at me" culture that started with Facebook and people were photographing themselves with their breakfast choice each morning and posting it online. It was irritating and unnecessary and that was definitely a too bad, so sad situation...you put yourself out there. 

But, all of this was before A.I. image engines became so real that Taylor's vagina was probably sore, upon seeing her own likeness riding some randomly generated dick.  

Mark my words, laws will be coming soon. To protect the innocent and more vulnerable from this. Or to protect the continued objectification of women, a word I used at the beginning of this post in a positive context. Again, the key here is consent.

So...much to my dismay and that of my readers, I had to say goodbye to the avatar of Summer, of Tara Gregory, of Tyler Scott and a few others. My avatar is safe, it was made with a combination of my own likeness and a rich description of myself, to arrive with such images as: 

As for the rest of the girls, they all got a little makeover, come have a look...

The beautiful and elegant, Isabella (Bella) Octavia Goth, my Latin stunner and devout sex slave. 

Her avatar was created safely and ethically from this image: 

To get this result: 

I understand they look a little more "cartoonish" than my image, but at least I'm not exploiting some random woman. 

I can still work with these. 

My beautiful wife Summer, the flight attendant. Summer Addison Holiday. Her new likeness was ethically created from this image: 

And the drumroll results: 

Would you like to know how Summer keeps her bare feet as smooth as silk, to accommodate her foot fetish sales and hosiery selling racket? Play beach volleyball two nights a week and run barefoot in the sand... 

We can work with this new avatar, everyone, can't we; for future blog posts? 

Some dungeon action maybe, with Summer in a bondage cell? 

Or perhaps you like her in her default role that she personifies around the house, severely age regressed and frequently spanked over my knee?

Last but certainly not least (for now), Cassie. Cassandra Leigh Goth, who is the 21-year-old daughter of Bella Goth. Recently she's earned the title of Mistress Cassie at my Facility. Her avatar was ethically sourced from this image: 

The A.I. took the above and generated the below: 

She looks like her mother doesn't she, just way more bitchy!? Ha.

She's gonna end up in the courthouse / judicial wing of my Facility if she doesn't tidy up her attitude though!

What do you think everyone, can we live with this? I'll continue my blog and my writing using the new A.I. girls above, the A.I. me and the Sims 4 animations and stills. 

Some sissy fans on Redditt have sent me A.I. images of themselves and their consent to use them in this blog too. Carley, the Tattooed pixie from the previous story, her creator advises she's synthetic, and not an actual person's likeness...so she's good to go. 

I might re-do the France invading Canada three-part story because I loved it so much. I already have the new version of soldier Summer, ready to go. ;)

Thank you all for your continued support, loyalty and understanding through this adjustment. Remember, this is all about protecting women and doing the right thing, in the face of technological advancements. 

Mistress Andrea xo

P.S. Read Mo Gawdat - Scary Smart. Yes I've plugged this book before...it's worth it, trust me.   

Continued in: Aggravated Anilingus