Monday, September 2, 2024

That's my little girl!

Continued from: Ugly Cried

The ceremony was held in the heart of the forest, amidst towering oaks and ancient stones. A friend of Carley's is a Druid priestess, who can apparently officiate weddings. Her ethereal presence added an otherworldly, Celtic air to the proceedings. 


As I stood at the edge of the wooded clearing, waiting for Cassandra to emerge, I dabbed at my eyes with a delicate tissue, my emotions threatening to overwhelm me. When Cassandra finally appeared, my heart swelled with pride and love. She looked radiant in her little white dress, but of course, this was no ordinary bride. Beneath the virginal white, I caught glimpses of black fishnet stockings and heavy combat boots, a perfect blend of innocence and rebellion that was so quintessentially Cassandra.

As a distant piper began to play, an eerie, haunting tune that seemed to echo through the very trees themselves, it signaled the beginning of the ceremony. 

I stepped forward, offering Cassandra my arm with a smile. "Ready, my darling?" I asked softly. Cassandra nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Mommy," she whispered, her voice trembling, "I'm scared."

I pulled her close, enveloping her in a warm embrace. "I know, my sweetheart," I soothed, stroking her hair gently, "love can be scary at times, but you and Carley are meant for one another." 


Cassandra's hand trembled slightly, as she placed it over her heart, her eyes locked with mine. "Mommy," she whispered, her voice raw with emotion, "I've never let anyone in here before, it's dark in there." Her words hung in the air as she tapped her heart. 

I reached out, covering her hand with my own and intertwining our fingers. "My sweet Cassie," I hushed, "your darkness is part of what makes you so incredibly special. It's the shadow that gives depth to your light, the mystery that draws people like Carley to you, like a moth to a flame." I paused, allowing my words to sink in, watching as Cassandra's breathing slowed and her shoulders relaxed. 

I tried to remain stoic and confident for her, as I again offered her my gloved arm to escort her to her lover. 


Slowly, deliberately, we began our procession down the makeshift aisle, the soft earth cushioning our steps. With each stride, I could feel the weight of the occasion settling upon us, the gravity of the promises that were about to be made. 

To everyone's surprise, Robbie stood tall and proud beside Carley, who looked absolutely breathtaking in a black gothic dress, her tattoos a living tapestry against her pale skin. The sight of them together was a powerful reminder of the many forms love can take, the intricate dance of dominance and submission that binds hearts together. 

As Robbie prepared to give Carley away, I couldn't help but feel a kinship with him, both of us playing crucial roles in the lives of these extraordinary young women. 

And then there was Summer, my beautiful wife and Cassandra's maid of honour, her face streaked with tears of joy. She looked naturally radiant in her own unique way, her beauty amplified by the depth of her emotions. 


The Druid priestess was waiting patiently as we reached the alter. I placed Cassie's little hand in Carley's, giving them both a reassuring squeeze. "Take care of my girl," I managed to whisper to Carley, before my maternal emotion consumed me completely into a mess of tears. 

The two women turned to face one another, their eyes locked in a moment of pure unadulterated connection. Stepping back, I took my place beside Summer, reaching out to clasp her hand in mine. Together, we watched as the Druid woman began the ceremony, her voice rising and falling with the distant bagpipes. 

As the ceremony drew to a close, I watched with rapt attention as Carley and Cassandra sealed their vows with a passionate kiss, their bodies melding together in a perfect union of love and desire. As they finally broke apart, their faces glowing with joy and their hands tightly clasped, I couldn't help but let out of sob of pure happiness.

Hand in hand they began to walk past us, down the woodland aisle. Cassandra caught my eye, mouthing a silent "thank you, Mommy," before rejoining the gaze of her new wife. I stood there watching as they vanished into the woods to do god knows Druidish what to one another. 


Unable to contain my emotions any longer, I buried my face in my satin gloves, letting the tears flow freely. Summer was by my side in an instant, wrapping her arms around me as I shook with the force of my sobs. 

"It was just so beautiful," I managed to choke out between gasps.

"That's my little girl!" I cried out. 

Mistress Andrea xoxo

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