First Time

Continued from: Mistress Andrea's Gift

[F/ff] [forced bi] [CNC] [slaves] [lezdom]

I just had the girls down in the basement sex dungeon for the past few hours, while Russell was at work. (Sorry, Russell! Not sorry...hehe)

And by "the girls", I'm not just referring to Summer and Sarah Jane. We were pleased to welcome our beloved Mandy into the dynamic too! She had requested a session about a week ago and I was finally able to get her some private time with us, not quite expecting that Summer and Sarah would be joining in too. *giggle. 

Omg, there was so much vagina! 

Despite the shrieks of pain and the echoing pleas of "noooo, please don't make us do that, Ma'am," I think the girls had a blast of a session. You see, they all commiserated beforehand and asked for CNC (consensual non-consent) play. The type of play where they fantasize that all the sexual acts are against their will, that they need to be whipped and tortured to perform them, and that they are captive slaves in this sadistic dungeon. 

We had such a good time in fact, that I asked Sarah Jane if she wanted to post about how it all went down. Much to my surprise she said no, but very quickly offered to write about her very first time with Mandy, the first time she was "forced" to perform sexual acts on another woman. Ok...this sounds like fun too. 

Before I give her the floor here, a few housekeeping matters from the last post that needed to be addressed. If you remember, I sent sissy alice to a professional disciplinarian to experience his very first spanking over the knee of a wonderful woman. Also, it was his first time dressing not as a "he", but as a "she", in front of someone else, as I sent alice to her session dressed like a little girl. 

Then, to amplify his humiliation even more, I made sissy alice write a full blog post about the intimate and vulnerable details of his spanking. During that post, he made this comment: 

It struck me that I was not just there for myself, but I was representing Mistress Andrea. I wanted to do her proud in front of Lady Jose and make this an experience of a lifetime. 

Yes, you were representing ME! 

Later on in that post he then said this: 

Positioning myself, head down and straddling her lap, Lady Jose started playing my red bum like a drum, with the spatula and bath brush, and I was so humiliated I hate to say I started giggling. I couldn’t help it! Those sorts of situations sometimes make me laugh uncontrollably, it’s the nerves. Lady Jose didn’t like that, slapping harder I was told, “this is not supposed to be funny alice, this is supposed to be humiliating!”  

To which I commented on that post: 

Ummm...ya. Once again, probably not a good idea, alice. You and I are going to have a little "chat" about this part!!!

So...alice and I had our "chat". 

"I'm sorry for giggling during my spanking, Lady Jose," is what's written on those pages. 

100 lines, followed by 30 minutes in timeout, in the corner.

While alice was in the corner, I sent all pages of the lines and the timeout photograph to Lady Jose, then I myself, apologized to her, on behalf of this silly sissy... 

A pleasant and graceful response from her: "Alice did well by writing the lines, I trust her not doing it again."

...and alice will be booking a follow-up session with Lady Jose, to once again be spanked in the coming months. Spoiler alert, alice, you will be introduced to the cane during this next session.

Just a little housekeeping, that's all. Take it away Sarah Jane. 

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My First Time 

Preface

It is probably rather cruel to write a story like this for Daddy, when I know Mistress Andrea has his penis locked in a chastity cage. I know I'll probably be spanked for writing this in such lewd and erotic detail, I'll probably get a whuppin' with Daddy's belt...but...we're gonna do this anyway. Please enjoy, everyone. (sawry, Daddy 👅) 

A Sarah Jane Story  

What a night it was, Daddy! Mistress Andrea decided to treat us to a fancy dinner, just the three of us, at an exclusive restaurant in town. She dressed us up like dolls, putting Mandy in a ravishing red cocktail dress that showcased her curves perfectly, and me in a sleek black number that accentuated my bum and tits. 

But of course, our elegance wasn't complete without a subtle touch of humiliation - Mistress insisted we wear our collars in public, a discreet yet unmistakable symbol of our submission to her. 

As we sipped champagne and savoured each bite of our exquisite meal, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement mixed with nervousness, Mandy and I exchanged demure glances, both of us aware that this refined evening was merely a precursor to the debauchery that awaited us back at the Facility. 

Throughout dinner, I stole peeks at Mandy's cleavage, her lips, her pretty features, my mind wandering to the possibilities of what might unfold later with this suburban soccer mom. Would Mistress command us to kiss? To touch? The uncertainty was delicious, heightening my arousal as I nibbled on my food. 

I'm not into girls...but I found myself growing increasingly...damp. My delicate black panties, adorned with tiny lace and satin bows, were no match for my naughty thoughts. I couldn't help but imagine Mandy's reactions if Mistress forced me to pleasure her - the soft gasps, the fluttering eyelashes, the gentle trembles...

My fantasy was interrupted by Mistress's piercing gaze, her eyes locking onto mine with unnerving intensity. She knew, Daddy. She always knows when I'm getting too carried away. 

"Give me your panties, right here, right now!" She hissed, with a subtle crook of her finger as she motioned my hand beneath the tablecloth. My heart skipped a beat as I hesitated, my fingers trembling slightly as I reached for the hem of my dress. Slowly, I arched my bum off my seat and extracted my soaked panties, trying to conceal them from prying eyes. 

But Mistress would have none of that. "Show us, Sarah Jane," she purred, her voice low and commanding. 

With a flush rising to my cheeks, I reluctantly held open my panties, the gusset gleaming with my arousal. Mandy's eyes widened in surprise, a hint of fascination dancing across her features. I felt like a naughty little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. 

"I-I'm so sorry, Mistress," I stammered, my apology tumbling out in a rush. "I don't want to do this!" I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat, my face aflame with embarrassment as Mistress's eyebrow arched higher, unaffected by my mock resistance. 

"And what about you, slut? Shall we look at your panties too?" Mistress snapped her head towards Mandy, who inhaled and clutched a fist of tablecloth into her palm.

"No, please Ma'am, not here," she protested, no doubt feeling the saturation of her own panties and dreading the prospect of having to reveal such shameful arousal. 

Mistress Andrea's words dripped with seduction and menace, as she explained how the rest of the night would go down. My insides twisted with excitement and fear, as her threats of whipping and beating us into submission, hung in the air like a tantalizing mist. I shot Mandy a sly glance, noticing the faint blush rising to her cheeks, as Mistress Andrea outlined our impending "persuasion." 

When the three of us got back to the mansion, The Facility as it's known, it was deathly quiet. I half expected to be taken to the basement sex dungeon in shackles, but the minute we got in the door, Mistress ordered us to strip fully naked, leaving only our collars and high heels in place.

With practiced ease, Mistress Andrea blindfolded Mandy and I, heightening our senses and raising goosebumps across our skin. We were sat side-by-side, shoulder-to-should, as Mistress guided our shoulders back, bare breasts thrust forward and hands resting in our laps in a sharp, alert posture.   

I could hear each of her heel clicks across the floor as she bustled about the room, setting things up for our session. I heard her start a fire, followed by the powerful scent of wood smoke reaching my nostrils. Unconsciously, I found myself leaning slightly to my left, my bare arm pressing into Mandy's, as if to seek some safety from her warm skin.  

It was a short-lived moment of comfort however, for Mandy was snatched away by Mistress, taken from her seated position and led away stumbling. I could only hear her staggered high heel clicks and Mistress's firm command, "get over here!" 

My chest fluttered in surprise, as I felt a leash being attached to my collar and pulled in an upward direction, ushering me to my feet. With a gentle tug forward and still unable to see, I teetered on my high heels, taking shallow, shaky steps forward. 

I was temporarily blinded by the light of the room, when Mistress finally removed my blindfold, and I found myself standing at the edge of a bed. My gaze refocused, and I caught the sight of Mandy, fully naked save for her heels and collar, positioned in a downward dog pose on the bed. Her plump bottom was thrust upward into the air, her flawless asshole was poised and presented like an offering. 

I was so confused, I didn't want this. I had a safeword to use but didn't use it...why was the sight of her pussy and bottom hole making my mouth water?! What was happening to me? 

I tried to protest, Daddy, really I did! But Mistress Andrea wasn't having it. 

"I'm not a lesbian, Ma'am." I exclaimed, attempting to sound convincing. But my words fell flat, and Mistress simply raised an eyebrow. Before I knew it, her whip cracked against my bare bum, the sting making me yelp in surprise. 

Spaghetti is straight too, until it gets wet! *giggle

"You'll do as you're told, little one," she said sternly. "Now, get up on the bed behind Mandy." 

I hesitated for a moment, my face burning with shame. But another lash of the whip convinced me to scramble onto the bed, my heart racing with anxiety. As I settled into position behind Mandy, my face inches from her asshole, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Embarrassment, arousal, and a dash of fear all swirled together in a toxically exhilarating cocktail. 

I waited with bated breath, as Mandy looked back at me, almost reassuringly but just as embarrassed as I was. What would Mistress have me do next? Would I be able to obey, or would my humiliation prove too much to bear and safeword out of the scene. 

I remember the exact moment when Mistress whipped me once more and issued her next command. 

"Kiss her hello, Sarah Jane," she said, her voice low and husky. "Tell her how pretty she is." 

My heart sank as I realized what she meant. I was to greet Mandy's bare asshole as if it were her lips, French-kissing it with all the passion and intimacy I would reserve for a romantic partner...a lover. The thought alone made my stomach turn with humiliation, but I knew better than to disobey. 

Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward, my lips puckering up to meet Mandy's waiting bum hole. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the indignity of the situation, and planted a sloppy kiss on her tender pucker. As my tongue darted out to explore her hole, I forced myself to utter words of adoration, trying to sound sincere despite my mortification. 

"Hello, Mandy," I murmured, my words muffled against her ass. "You're so beautiful, Mandy." 

Ugh, the phrase made my innards roil with embarrassment.

As I continued to make out with Mandy's asshole, I felt my face flaming with shame. This was a whole new level of debasement, Daddy, one that left me squirming with discomfort. And yet, beneath the surface of my humiliation, I detected a spark of excitement, a twisted sense of thrill that came from pushing my boundaries and exploring the depths of my submission. 

Daddy...sigh...I was hooked! 

Shall I continue the story, Daddy? 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Mind Games

 

 
  

Set, Session and Scene

Continued from: It's all in the Eyes

[F/f] [spanking] [humiliation] [cornertime] [anal]

I am going to resume my TED talk series on a few more aspects of the lifestyle that I feel are important to cover, then we are going to turn things over to Sarah Jane, who wanted to re-tell the story of her very first playdate with Mandy, orchestrated by yours truly. 

Unwinnable Circumstances

Cassandra was the queen of the head games, making silly male submissives choose between the lesser of two evils, or what they thought was the lesser of two evils. This form of psychological torture pitted her male clients into predicaments within themselves. Be fucked in the ass by Cassandra, or have another 90 days added to your chastity sentence, your choice. Sixty-nine with another male slave, or feel the bite of her single-tail whip. Then she would make them actually choose the path of their own torment, before carrying it out. 

Everyone always has a third choice too, being their safeword, but those are rarely used. 

What Cassandra won't do, however, what I won't do either, is to present an unwinnable scenario to a submissive, with consequences for failure. Take this example for instance: 

I'm going to tie up this lovely submissive, I'm going to rope-anchor the Hitachi against her pussy and then I'm going to turn it on, full blast. 

If you orgasm...you're getting punished! Then leave her to the disparity of the inevitable. 

I have electro-pads on Summer's nipples, there is a vibrating anal plug up her ass and the wand is locked onto her pussy with one of those trusty, lockable, vibrator belts. I might tell her she's not allowed to cum, even threaten her about what I will do if she does...

But am I actually going to punish her when she cums? No. This is an unwinnable scenario and I'm not that cruel, plus, it will frustrate the submissive. 

A slow and steady handjob without stopping, while a bound slave just lays there and takes it. I've told him he's not allowed to cum under any circumstance, but I still keep my pace on his cock. 

I'd totally just edge then lock him back up if this was a real scenario. If you possess the skills to do a ruined orgasm, I would suggest that as an option too. 

But let's say that wasn't the goal and I just wanted some head games at play, violently jerking him off while telling him how horrible his life is going to be if he should dare cum in my presence. He's going to fail, it is inevitable. I'll make him consume his mess, to shame and humiliate him, but I'm not going to punish him for cumming, this was an unwinnable scenario. 

Set, Session and Scene

These three terms speak to the planning phases of a playdate, based on what the submissive wants and how I intend to deliver their fantasies.

A session, is the entirety of my interaction with the submissive. A session could last for several hours or even several days, where breaks can be taken into the vanilla world and into vanilla activities, but everyone remains in role, everyone abides by rules and structure, along with official titles. 

A scene, is a specific activity performed within the session. I spoke of admin and ops in a previous post, being two different things but interconnected overall. This would be an example of two scenes within one session, complimenting one another, doing admin before I do ops. 

Let's say for instance that I'm having a session with Mandy. I have told her that I'd like her age regressed when she arrives to my house and that she will be seeing "Mommy" today, for a spanking. 

We're going to do all kinds of other stuff today but I'm starting with admin, vulnerability and humiliation to kick-off the session and this maternal-style spanking becomes our first scene. 

As for sets, this would be the breakdown of my first scene, it's very easy to organize. 

Set 1: Mandy will do 20 minutes in the corner of the living room with her bum bare

Set 2: Called from the corner for OTK hand-spanking

Set 3: Have her fetch "Daddy's" belt from bedroom, give a strapping over the arm of the couch

Set 4: Wheelbarrow pose for the leather paddle

And so on, and so on, set after set, you get the idea. 

Set 9 (for instance): Finish her in the corner for another 20 minutes, bum bare.  

I said before that admin should be real and predominately non-sexual in nature, and in this example, it absolutely was. However, Mandy needs to thank me, "properly", for her spanking, and this is now where ops begins to creep into the admin. Her humiliating attire hasn't changed, my maternal attire hasn't changed, yet I planned ahead to ensure I was in lovely, vintage lingerie, under my pinup dress. As for her, I want her to be engaged in sex acts while still in her age regression clothing. There's a taboo about it, there is a humiliating vulnerability about it, and I want her to experience and tap into this. 

We're still in the same scene, about to begin Set 10, our surroundings, our attire, has not changed and this is why it is the same scene and not a new one. She's still calling me "Mommy", as I summon her from the corner and have her crawl towards me on her hands and knees. She will be made to worship my high heels, my feet, my bottom hole and eventually go down on me to completion. This is the manner in which I want to be thanked for taking the time to spank her. 

Now the scene has ended! I've just orgasmed onto her mouth and lips and she will verbally thank me for that gift, gazing down at the floor with her little pigtails cascading down her flushed cheeks.   

We might have a soak in the Turkish bathhouse that I installed in The Facility, we might go to the kitchen together and get some fruit. The session is still running, but the first scene has ended and she has no idea how many more I may have planned.

When I'm ready to begin the next scene, I tell her what to do and where to go. In this circumstance, this is what I wanted: 

I had Mandy stripped bare and vulnerable, still sporting the effects of scene one, when I brought her to the shower where I had an enema bag prepared and hung. I lubricated her, I probed her ass with a gloved finger, then inserted the enema nozzle into her bottom hole. 

Scene number two of the session has just begun. 

I began the flow of warm saltwater water into Mandy, rubbing her pussy and breasts, tweaking her nipples and offering her supporting words as she took the full two-quarts, her sense of urgency worsening by the second. I left her alone to do the next phases of clean-out by herself, while I went off to change into my scene two attire and prepare an outfit and the setting for the next phase. 

Based on my attire alone, you can tell that we are well into the ops side of the house now. Mandy doesn't know exactly what's coming but she can probably surmise that by wanting her fully cleaned out back there, she's going to be in for some heavy anal play. 

I went with a virginal white for her, to act as a stark contrast to the non-virginal acts we were about to engage in. 

And yes, I fucked Mandy in the ass while she got herself off with her fingers. 

She was treated to two orgasms with my girl-cock in her bum, then I rode her face for awhile as she diligently returned the favour. 

End of scene two, change of outfit. 

A lot of the time, this is an easy way to think about the structure. Each scene gets its own unique outfit throughout the entirety of the session.

I began scene three in loungewear and heels, because that's exactly what I wanted to do to end-off the session.

Mandy began scene three like this, serving me drinks and sucking on my toes as I savoured my drink and her lovely mouth. 

I even treated her to a little end-of-session, celebratory drink, but with a twist: 

Booze tastes better when suckled from the toes of a Dominatrix. It's a fact! ; ) 

I'll leave you with a final scenario to contemplate and I'll continue this learning series later on, as there has been an exciting development today that I want to write about.  

Here's the final two riddles: If you're a male submissive who has his penis in a chastity cage, and you do not have control over the keys to unlock that cage...does that mean you're like always in a session? 

If you're living a domestic discipline, female-led-relationship and that video radar, speeding ticket just arrived in the mail...and you have to give it to your wife to pay, because she controls all finances in the home...and you know you won't be sitting comfortably for the foreseeable future once you show her the ticket... 

Does that mean you're just constantly within a session? Underscored by scenes, like the one described above? 

Set, Session, Scene...Lifestyle is the fourth one, the missing link. 

We'll discuss lifestyle next time. 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Spanked by Lady Jose

 

Bi-polar BDSM

Continued from: Little Spoon

[F/m] [F/ff] [FLR] [lezdom] [bisexual] [chastity] [cuckold] [wooden pony] [dungeon] [bondage] 

As Russell's skilled tongue brought me to a brink of another earth-shattering orgasm, I found my thoughts drifting to our impending visit with Mistress Andrea, our...girl talk. A wicked smiled played across my lips as I contemplated how my sweet Russell would be presented for this occasion. He's never been to the Facility as MY submissive before. I thought I could have a little fun with this to amplify his humiliation in front of the girls. 

From his special drawer in my dresser, I selected a darling pair of pink panties and laid them neatly on the bed. 

Next, as Russell watched my movements in horror, I placed a butt plug that had the look and shape of a penis, on top of the panties. 

I deliberately didn't say a word yet, I just arranged the two items neatly and let Russell stew in his own humiliated submission. After enough suspense, I accessed his locking collar, and laid it on the bed as well, near the panties. 

"Choose, young man," I broke the silence and aggressively instructed. "If you choose neither the panties and plug, nor the collar," I explained sternly, "then I must assume you've chosen the hairbrush, over my knee, make sense?" 

I stood back and crossed my arms, dramatically tapping my toe against the floor. I think the Jeopardy music was repeating in my mind as I waited for his decision. Would he opt for the covert humiliation of a plug and panties, hidden beneath his clothes, or would he choose the outwardly obvious symbol of his new servitude to me and pick the collar.

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As we approached Mistress Andrea's doorstep, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in my tummy. I had taken care to present myself in a cute yet conservative manner, a stark contrast to the bold statement of Russell's collar.

However, I wasn't quite prepared for the sight of Andrea as we walked in. I found myself speechless, my eyes widening as I drank in the vision before me. She was in full "battle" gear. Clad in a leather corset, gloves, boots that gleamed menacingly and stockings, I was both intimidated and exhilarated by her.  

A nervous giggle escaped my lips as I took in her striking appearance. "Well, well," I managed to say, my composure slowly returning, "I feel a little underdressed, Mistress." 

I wasn't sure yet, why she was dressed like this for some coffee and girl-talk with me, but I went with it and used it to my advantage to flex for the first time, right in front of her. 

Emboldened by the presence of Andrea, I decided to seize the moment and demonstrate my authority over Russell. With a snap of my fingers, I pointed imperiously to her gleaming, leather boots, fixing Russell with a stern gaze. "On your knees, young man," I commanded. "Greet her properly and show her the respect she deserves." 

I watched with satisfaction as Russell got down to his hands and knees, gently pressing his lips against the polished leather of her boots. The sight of him, collared and obedient at her feet, filled me with a rush of pride. 

While his lips were still on Andrea's boots, I thought I'd ask, I was beginning to get nervous about what she may have planned for Russell and I tonight. 

"Mistress," I kept my eyes lowered, "so what's with the outfit, do you have a client booked?" I tiptoed around the anxiousness of her intentions. 

Her lips curled into a knowing smile as she leaned in close, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Ah, yes, my sweet Sarah Jane. The surprise." She paused for effect, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Let's just say that a recent acquaintance of yours is chained up downstairs, she is eager to see you after your last...memorable encounter." 

At these words, a jolt of recognition shot through my pussy, and I felt a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation. Could it be? Was she referring to Mandy, the cute soccer mom and nurse who shared in our humiliation and degradation at Russell's hands? 

As the realization dawned on me that Mandy was indeed down in the dungeon, a wicked grin spread across my face. The tables had truly turned, and I now found myself in a position of power over Russell, our former tormentor. Ohhhh, the things he made us do! *blush

How could I best utilize this unexpected opportunity to assert my newfound dominance? Maybe I was after a little revenge too?  

"Mistress Andrea?" I thought I would ask permission first. "May we please go see her? I held my breath, awaiting her response. To my delight, Mistress Andrea nodded in gleeful consent, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "She knows you're here, baby," Mistress remarked, as I gripped Russell's leash and made my way towards the basement. 

The arousal building within me was almost too much to bear. The thought of seeing Mandy again, but this time with the roles reversed, sent such a thrill through me, almost like I was showing off my new pet. As we descended the stairs into the dingy dungeon space, there she was, her wrists shackled to the ceiling by chains. 

A small, sheer babydoll was all that covered her body, slightly torn and tattered, exposing tantalizing glimpses of her curvy body. I caught her eyes darting to Russell, then to me, then back again, noting his leash I held firmly and the collar around his neck. Despite her current predicament, an adorable smile crested her face. "What happened there?" She beamed out, excitedly. 

"Hi, Mandy," I purred, my voice laced with mock concern. "How did you end up down here again?" I allowed my eyes to roam appreciatively over her beautiful body and we both giggled. I put Russell into a kneel and pulled her in for a lovely, helpless, kiss to her lips. 

"Daddy and I have come to a new understanding in our relationship," I whispered onto her lips. "He's my plaything now. I circled around her, admiring the way the shackles held her taut. 

"Is your session almost over, Mandy?" I asked, while raising an eyebrow. 

"Apparently I need to be whipped next," her voice trailed off. "Then I'll be done for today." 

I ran my palm over her smooth, pristine, bum and back, surveying the target areas. Not a single blemish or mark, yet. "Be brave, baby," I said, with genuine compassion in my words. "And if you don't have to go home right away, come find us upstairs, ok?"

I kissed her lips once more and wished her luck, as I lead Russell out of the basement. 

We ascended the stairs, leaving Mandy to her impending punishment at the skilled hands of Mistress Andrea. My mind wandered back to a time when I, too, had been on the receiving end of such delicious torments. 

The mental image of Mandy, stripped bare and stretched out on her tiptoes, her flesh quivering in anticipation of tghe flogger's stinging caress, sent a jolt of electricity directly to my pussy. 

As much as I reveled in the role as the dominant force in my relationship with Russell, there were moments like these when I couldn't help but long for the exhilarating vulnerability of submission. The memories of yielding control, of placing my trust and my vulnerability entirely in the hands of another, stirred a deep-seated yearning within me. 

It hadn't even been a week with our new FLR, and after seeing Mandy like that, I already missed submission...*pout

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Girl-Talk

 

That's my little girl!

Continued from: Ugly Cried

[FF] [lesbian] [goth] [emo] [romance] [dark] [tears]

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

Continued in: The Stuffie or the Whip