Continued from: I Don't Want This!
[F/f] [F/m] [M/f] [lezdom] [HoH] [FLR] [chastity] [spanking] [tease denial] [DDLG] [age regression] [MDLG] [Daddy] [Mommy]
A Sarah Jane story
It was a frigid Tuesday morning when I tiptoed into our bedroom at Mistress Andrea's Facility, my blonde pigtails bouncing with each step. I was carrying a tray with a steaming cup of coffee and some fruit. It would be a lovely surprise for my sleepy Daddy, who was still snuggled under the covers.
I couldn't resist giving him a gentle wake-up call, singing out in my sweetest tone, "good morning, Daddy! Rise and shine!"
As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, I set the tray down beside him and leaned in for a gentle peck on the lips. My bright blue jammies, adorned with fluffy white clouds, seemed to match the cheerful atmosphere I was floating on. Little did I know, this innocent start to the day would unfold into something far more scandalous...
Daddy sat up on the bed as I playfully flopped down into his warm spot, a sly grin spreading across my face. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of trouble we might get up to today. Summer was away at work, that Skylar girl had gone home to study for something, and Mistress was downstairs in the kitchen. All alone...with "Mommy" and "Daddy" all to myself? I thought.
As Daddy reached for the coffee I playfully swatted his hand away, teasing him with a giggle. "Oh, no you don't, Daddy! Not until you've given me a proper morning kiss!"
Mmm, those special Daddy kisses! He had me out of my jammy bottoms in no time, as I removed my top, leaving me in my sockies only, as his lips travelled the length of my bare bum. My heart skipped a delightful beat as he reached to part my ass cheeks, his gentle kisses transforming into deep licks. I let out a contented sigh, my back arching deeper as his tongue penetrated my little pucker.
Each kiss, each lick, was a masterful blend of adoration and desire, rendering me helpless against the tide of arousal rising within me. I began to slowly masturbate, swirling two of my fingers over my clit as I could feel my ass peeking open, now being fucked by Daddy's tongue.
As the pressure built, I barely got my ask out in a shriek of desperation, "may I cum please, Daddy?!" Right before the dam broke, as I was given his permission at the last second, I violently orgasmed onto my fingers. My body trembled, my heart raced, and I let out a series of sweet, surrendering squeaks as the waves of orgasm crashed through me. I wanted to be fucked so badly in that very moment!
Alas, as delightful as this morning interlude was, I knew it was only a taste of the forbidden fruit - for, as we all know, Mommy's wise rules dictate that Daddy's cock remains safely secured within its chastity prison.
I cleaned myself off my fingers, as I am required to do post-orgasm, then finally emerged from our cozy little cocoon as Daddy headed for the shower. I chose an outfit that was playful and darling, a pink dress covered in sprightly florals. To complete the look, I added a pair of crisp white knee socks and Mary Janes. As I twirled in the mirror, my pigtails bouncing with each rotation, I couldn't help but giggle at the sheer absurdity of it all. What other forty-something year-old woman gets to spend their morning like this, receiving special Daddy kisses, dressing like a little girl? *giggle*
I made my way to the living room, where Mommy was, her warm smile greeted me, and I hastened to give her a tender kiss on the lips. "Good morning, Mommy!" I chimed, scanning her features to see if she could taste me on her lips. She smiled indulgently, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she no doubt just heard me cumming, from upstairs.
"Good morning, little one," she replied, while sliding her tongue over her lips that I just kissed. "Would you be a dear and unload and load the dishwasher for me?" she asked, her tone soft and gentle.
"Yes, Mommy," I nodded, my eyes downcast in submission.
I wasn't exactly thrilled about being tasked with domestic chores. But, alas, as a dutiful little slave to both Mommy and Daddy, I knew better than to express any dissent. After all, I'd learned the hard way that disobedience would earn me a stern reprimand and a sound spanking over Mommy's knee - or worse, across Daddy's knee.
Ugh, just the thought of it made my tummy swirl with bittersweet butterflies! I recalled the last time I'd earned a spanking, my tears and sniffles mingling with the scent of Mommy's perfume, as she scolded Summer and I for our misbehaviour and silliness. The sting of her hairbrush on my tender bottom still lingered in my memory, a potent reminder to behave myself and follow orders in this new dynamic.
With a heavy sigh, I finished the dishes, scrubbing away the last remnants of last night's dinner from the plates. I dried my hands on a nearby towel and took a deep breath, steeling myself for the inevitable reporting of my task completion to Mommy.
I made my way back to the living room, where Mommy sat serenely, her piercing blue eyes watching me with an unnerving intensity.
I dropped to my hands and knees before her, my heart racing with a mix of trepidation and devotion. I lowered my body to kiss each of her sleek high heels, my lips making contact with the patent leather. "All done, Mommy," I reported, looking up at her with what I hoped was an endearing expression.
A warm smile spread across her face, and she extended a manicured hand, beckoning me to rise. I took her hand, feeling a jolt of electricity run through me as she led me toward her private office. What secrets did she have in store for me, in that strict and private space? Would it be a lesson in obedience, or perhaps a reward for my diligent efforts?
My heart skipped a beat as Mommy produced a glinting key from the cleavage of her breasts, the tiny metal shape dangling precariously from a necklace. She strode purposefully to the imposing safe in the corner of the room, unlocking it and opening it with a clank.
I watched transfixed, as she rummaged inside, finally emerging with a delicate golden key duo. These were no ordinary keys though - these were the coveted keys to Daddy's chastity cage! My pulse quickened as Mommy approached me, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Thank you for doing the dishes, little one," she cooed, depositing the keys into my waiting palm. "Here's your allowance."
The cool metal seemed to thrum with possibilities as I wrapped my fingers around them, my mind racing with all the wicked delights I could orchestrate with this newfound power.
"You have 45 minutes with the keys, huni, to do as you wish," Mommy announced, her voice low and sultry. Oh, the things I could accomplish in three-quarters of an hour! I could hardly contain my squeals of glee as I envisioned the tantalizing scenarios unfolding in my mind.
Would I tease him mercilessly, or grant him release from his cage? One thing was certain: the next 45 minutes would be a whirlwind of delicious debauchery, with yours truly holding the reins, or so I thought.
As I skipped into the bathroom, a vision of sugar and spice, I caught sight of Daddy emerging from the shower, droplets of water clinging to his powerful physique like diamonds.
My breath did an intake, snagged by the glinting gold chastity cage encasing his penis, a constant reminder of Mommy's ultimate authority in this place.
A saucy grin spread across my lips as I held out the precious keys, taunting him with the promise of release.
"Oh, Daddy!" I teased, my voice a honeyed purr, "Mommy gave me my allowance for the week!"
I turned seductively, the rustle of my dress a mere accompaniment to the main event. Reaching beneath the hem, I pulled my panties down. His strong hands wasted no time, grasping my ass cheeks with firm intent, massaging and slapping at them with possessive fervor.
I felt his meaty hands spreading my bum cheeks, exposing my perfectly pink little princess parts. Leaning back slightly, I cooed up at him, my tone husky with invitation. "Is this what you want, Daddy?"
The words hung in the air like a promise, a dare, and a surrender...all at once. Yet, I was still holding the reins, for now.
Sarah Jane 💗
