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Monday, September 2, 2024

Thumb Suckers

Continued from: Brutal Tenderness

A Sarah Jane story

As the afternoon wore on, I watched with delight as Mandy slowly shed her inhibitions, losing herself in the simple pleasure of colouring books and stuffies. 


I leaned in close to her, whispering a naughty idea into her ear. Her eyes widened with a mixture of shock and excitement, but after a moment's hesitation, she nodded eagerly. 

"Daddy," I called out, my voice dripping with faux innocence. "Can you come here for a minute? We want to show you something special." 

Daddy appeared in the doorway, a curious expression on his face. "What is it, princess?" he asked, stepping into the pink bedroom. 

I grabbed Mandy's hand, pulling her to her feet. Together, we struck a pose, showing off our innocent dresses and knee-high socks. "Don't we look pretty, Daddy?" I asked, twirling in place. 


Daddy smiled indulgently. "You both look adorable," he agreed. "But what did you want to show me?" I exchanged a mischievous glance with Mandy before continuing. 

"Well, we thought it would be fun if you filmed us doing something naughty, Daddy, while we're dressed like this," I said, batting my eyelashes at him. 


"Like maybe...we could sixty-nine for you, Daddy, and be permitted to cum, pretty please?"

For a moment, I thought the boldness of my request might land me over his knee, with my panties at my ankles, but then a slow grin spread across his face. 

"Is that what my little girls want?" he asked, his voice taking on a low, seductive tone. "To put on a show for Daddy?" 

Mandy and I nodded eagerly, our hearts racing with anticipation. "Yes, please, Sir," Mandy chimed in, her voice soft and babyish. 

"Alright then," he said, aiming his phone at us, "Go ahead and get started, my little sluts."

With a giggle, Mandy and I crawled up onto the bed and began kissing. 


We lifted our dresses and removed our panties, revealing our bare pussies to the camera while keeping the sugary sweetness of our knee socks and Mary Janes on. 


We both posed for Daddy's video. 


Slowly, teasingly, we got into position on the princess bed, spreading our legs to secure our heads into each other's crotches. We leaned in, our tongues darting out to taste each other's wetness. The sensation was electric, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body as I lapped at Mandy's clit and slid a finger into her bum. 


We moved together in perfect sync, our bodies writhing and grinding against each other as we chased our mutual release. I could feel my orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core with each lash of Mandy's talented tongue. Just as I reached the peak, I felt her body tense beneath me, her own climax crashing over her in waves. 

Daddy loomed over us, his phone still trained on our flushed faces. "Good girls," he praised, his voice thick with arousal.

With gentle hands, he helped us out of our little patent heels, leaving us in nothing but our knee socks, before leading us over to the oversized crib in the corner of the room. 


We crawled into the crib together, curling up against each other as Daddy tucked the soft blankets around us. 

"Now, my little ones," he said softly. I want you to suck your thumbs like good little girls. It will help you relax and drift off to sleep." 

Obediently, Mandy and I brought our thumbs to our mouths, our cheeks hollowing as we began to suck gently. The motion was surprisingly soothing, and I felt myself growing drowsy almost immediately. 

"That's it," Daddy cooed, stroking our hair with tender fingers. "My sweet little angels. You've been such good girls today, and now it's time for a nice, long nap. When you wake, I'll have something else for you to suck on." 

As I little-spooned back into Mandy, feeling her warmth against my neck, I couldn't help but marvel at how freeing this experience had been. In this moment, we weren't adults with responsibilities and worries - we were simply two little girls, safe and loved in the care of Daddy. 

It was a blissful escape from reality, one that I knew would change Mandy's perspective on BDSM forever, the knowledge that it's not always dungeons and chains. With a contended sigh, I closed my eyes and let sleep claim me, sucking on my thumb, secure in the knowledge that everything was right in my world. 

Sarah Jane 💟


Continued in: Ugly Cried







Friday, August 30, 2024

50 Lashes

Continued from: Dinner and a Dungeon

A Sarah Jane story


Again and again, the flogger fell, each strike carefully placed across my bare bum and back, pushing me further into that hazy space between pain and pleasure. I lost count after twenty, my mind reeling as the sensation was overwhelming me. By the fiftieth stroke, I was dancing on my toes, desperate to escape the relentless whipping, yet craving more. 


As Daddy released me from my chains, my legs buckled beneath me, my body still humming with the warm glow of the flogger. With surprising gentleness, he untied Mandy and I took her place in the corner of the room. I felt the rough fibers of rope as he bound wrists, forcing me into a position facing the wall, embarrassingly aware of my redness on full display. 


I couldn't help but envision the scene unfolding behind me. In my mind's eye, I saw him stringing her up in the same manner he had me, her elegant dress pooling at her feet as the shears sliced away her clothing. I envisioned him gently unbuckling the straps of her high heels, now being forced to stand on her toes for the duration of the whipping with the sudden removal of the four inch stilettos. 


Before long, the rhythmic sound of the flogger striking Mandy's bare flesh filled the room, each impact punctuated by a yelp from her lips. I pressed my forehead against the wall and counted in my mind, all fifty of the lashes she received. 

After the whipping had ended, I suddenly felt the weight of a chastity belt settle around my hips. The cool metal against my heated skin was a shock, a stark contrast to the warmth that still radiated from my freshly whipped bottom. Behind me, I heard Mandy's sharp intake of breath, followed by the clicking of padlocks. "What is this thing?" she asked, her voice sounding desperate. 

I was released by Daddy and turned to face her, taking in the sight of the stainless steel that was now encasing her pussy. The belt hugged her curves perfectly and was snug enough that I knew I wouldn't be able to get so much as a pinky finger in there. 


"But why?" Mandy pleaded out, her gaze scanning over my equally denied state. 

"Because," Daddy purred, stepping closer to her and running his fingers over the metal screening that housed her pussy, "it's bedtime..." 

As the heavy cell door clanged shut behind us, I took in our new surroundings with a mix of trepidation and excitement. The small space was dominated by the single bed, its thin mattress offering little comfort for the night ahead. Beside it, the stark white toilet stood out, a harsh reminder of our captivity. 


Mandy sat on the bed and pulled at her chastity belt out of sexual frustration, as the reality of our situation sank in. 

"You're wasting your time, Mandy, trust me," as I reached out my hand, offering what little comfort I could. "We'll get through this together," I whispered. 

We settled into the bed, our bodies spooning for warmth and assurance and I held her hand and kissed her neck. I was probably making things worse for her arousal level, as she began to grind her whipped ass into my midsection, trying to hump the stainless belt against her pussy. It was no use...


With gentle hands, I guided Mandy onto her tummy, her soft sighs filling the small cell as she settled onto the thin mattress. Leaning down, I began to plant little feather-light kisses on her back and bum, soothing the welted streaks of red. 


Her body relaxed under my touch, her breathing evening out as I worked away across her bare bum cheeks. As I felt her drift towards sleep, I shifted, pulling her into my arms. Our lips met in a soft, passionate kiss, a dance of tongues and shared breath. 

The chastity belts prevented us from exploring further, but there was a certain eroticism in the restraint, in the knowledge that our pleasure was entirely in Daddy's hands. As we finally broke apart, I pulled the blankets over our entwined forms, holding Mandy close as she slipped into slumber. Even as exhaustion tugged at my own consciousness, my mind was alive with possibilities of what tomorrow might bring, in the dark rooms. 



Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Oily Hufone Heit


Sunday, August 18, 2024

Summer Kisses

Continued from: Slumber Party

A Sarah Jane story.

Morning light crept into the room, casting a warm glow over the sprawling bed where the four of us slept the night away. I stirred first, my bum throbbing with a dull ache - remnants of last night's strapping over Daddy's knee. As I gingerly shifted onto my tummy, Summer's sleep-heavy gaze fluttered open, her concern etched on her face. Without a word, she reached out, her little hand tracing gentle circles on my sore bottom. I winced at first, but it was soon replaced with gratitude as she soothed my bare cheeks with little kisses. 

Our sleepy gazes met, and without needing any words, we both knew it was time to acknowledge the lingering tension between us. We eased closer and pulled our panties to the side. Wetness seeped from our pussies as we aligned ourselves, our legs intertwining into a scissor. 


In hushed silence, we began to move against each other, our slick folds and swollen clits clapping together in rhythmic synchrony. Moans built in the back of our throats, as our mutual arousal grew, until finally, in tandem, we both covered our mouths and shuddered through climax. 

I realized why these stolen moments with Summer were so precious - they reminded me that even amidst the turmoil of our submissive roles, there existed a deep bond between us. 

Daddy stirred awake next, followed by Mistress Andrea. He saw the mischievous guilt and flushed cheeks that enveloped our smiling faces. 

"What just happened there?" He asked rhetorically. 

Summer and I erupted into fits of laughter, her playful fingers tickling my belly. Before long, we were scrambling to dress in "little-girl" pastel swimsuits and tying our hair up in pigtails. 


"Daddy, can we please set up our kiddie pool?" Summer requested, her big blue eyes shining with an irresistible innocence. Daddy hastened to oblige, his accommodating smile betraying a glimmer of amusement. As he laboured over the inflatable pool, Summer and I bounced about in the periphery, squealing with anticipation. 


With the pool finally filled and splashing water beckoning, Summer and I climbed inside, our pigtails bobbing as we frolicked and kissed amidst the sprinkling droplets.


Daddy and Mistress eventually joined us outside, their paternal and maternal smiles creasing their faces as they sat to supervise our antics. It was almost like we had become a little family and in that moment, I felt a butterfly-churning urge to just hug Mistress Andrea, and call her "Mommy". 





As the morning wore on, our frolicking in the little pool gradually gave way to more tender displays of affection. We floated closer to one another, and with our faces inches apart, we shared a soft, exploratory kiss. The sound of lapping water and songbirds provided a serene backdrop for this intimate moment. 


Summer pulled back from the kiss, rolling my bottom lip sensually as she did while gazing into my eyes with a somber expression. "You know, baby," she murmured, "we've been through so much together, haven't we?" I nodded mutely, my pigtails bobbing in agreement. "As submissives, we've faced our share of challenges," Summer continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "But despite all of that and the roles we all play, I want you to know that I love you, Sarah. You're more than just a friend to me." 

Tears glazed over Summer's eyes as she smiled sweetly, her heart and mine, swelling with emotion. Suddenly, a flicker of melancholy crossed her face. 

"To be honest, baby, I was a little let down last night," she confessed, her voice hesitant. "At bedtime when Daddy was fucking you...you know," her voice trailed off in embarrassment. "Sometimes, sweetheart, a girl just needs the real thing. Not a strap-on from Mistress, no matter how skilled she may be." 


I nodded empathetically, my ponytails bouncing in accord. "It's okay to feel that way, Summer. If it's ok with Mistress, we can share Daddy; there's enough love to go around." I gently squeezed Summer's hand as we exchanged another tender kiss. "It seems Mistress doesn't mind sharing you with me, right?" I giggled. 

Later in the day, whether it was the boldness that only alcohol can provide or Summer just needing to get it out in the open, she paddled her little feet over to Mistress, her bottom lip jutting out in a classic tantrum pose.


"Mommy, it's just not fair!" she declared. "Sarah said Daddy could have fucked me last night too, and that she doesn't mind sharing, cuz it's me!" Summer's arms crossed like a brat as she huffed. When I looked at the expression on Mistress' face, I could tell a severe punishment was looming, and I suspected it would involve a red-hot bottom. 

"Get out of the pool young lady, go cut a switch from the big Willow! 


"Ohhh gawd," I cringed on her behalf. "That's gonna suck, on a wet bottom!" 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Weeping Willow








Friday, May 17, 2024

Sacrifice

Please enjoy the conclusion of this fictional story, in fair Quebec, where we lay our scene. 

Told by Jeanie "Andrea" Valjean 

Continued from: 24601

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I was never afraid of combat, not now, not two decades ago when I was directly engaged in the war. I'm not afraid to die, not even by Summer's hand. But right now, all I was dying from was a broken heart, the pain of which, was more than I could bear.


As I boarded the helicopter I took one last look at my home, where Summer and I shared countless nights of laughter, passion, tears and love. Now, with the veil of her deception revealed, I knew her as Nicolette Javert, the Hunter. Why did she have to go by such a name? By only her name did it make her my enemy.


What's in a name? 

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet...


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If Nicolette knew where my old unit was, then I didn't have much time. It was clear our forces were destined to face each other. I was helio-dropped into northern Quebec, with orders to link up with what was left of my old insurgency team. Backed by an entire infantry division, I was to lead an offensive into the heart of Quebec City, and re-take the town from the clutches of French occupation. 

Once on-ground, a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as an old friend appeared from an army tent. It was Doc Edwards, Captain now. My combat medic from the old war and a trusted companion. I threw my arms around him like a little girl embracing the comfort of her Daddy's protection. 


Jeanie: "DOC!!" I excitedly shrieked. "Still alive you old bastard?!" 

Doc: "Ohhh hey, kiddo!" He chuckled as he accepted my warm embrace.

Jeanie: "What's the situation?" 

Doc: "Not good. The Hunter is close and we have taken so many casualties. We could hear her drones all through the night and her attacks have been relentless. This woman was born to end lives!" 


My eyes narrowed into daggers as he spoke of Summer in such primal terms. If only they knew her as I did...

We settled into the tent with our intelligence division who were buzzing like bees, combing through maps and infrared images of enemy positions. I looked at Doc with a mix of concern and despair in my face. 

He pulled me aside and rested his hand on my shoulder. 

Doc: "What's wrong, kiddo? 

Jeanie: "I...I'm not sure I can do this again, Doc. That was the old me...and it's been so long." 

Doc: "Nonsense! You need to lead these people, as you did before. They were all scared shitless until you showed up. They need you, Valjean!"

His words were inspiring, trigging a moment of introspection in the quiet stillness of the snow-covered trees. Whether I was here or not, these young men and woman of Canada and France will never stop shedding each other's blood. This ancient grudge, has left our civil hands unclean. 

I knew what I had to do. I just didn't know if I had the strength to do it. Doc snapped me from my inner monologue.  

Doc: "Jean...I found some of your old things. They're in your tent."

In the privacy of my tent, the realization of what I had to do finally hit me. I swallowed back my tears as I ran my hands over the wool tunic of my old uniform. It dripped with medals of valour, bravery and ribbons to sensationalize the ferocious combat I once experienced. Yet, there was nothing sensational about any of this. 

With a full heart and a steely look of confidence in my face, I straightened my beret and flung the tent flap aside, the snow crunched under my feet.

I could see the renewed patriotism in Doc's face, as he got down on one knee in front of me. Then, like dominos, row after row of hundreds of my fellow Canadian rebels, knelt and lowered their heads. 


Doc: "It's good to have you back...General."

Jeanie: "Thank you, Captain."

I motioned for Doc to stand, then immediately started to issue battle orders. As the troops were beginning to scramble into position, a whistle blast screeched out, halting our actions. A sniper's scope had spotted a silhouette, cautiously creeping through the tree line. It was a French soldier holding a white flag. 

Sniper: "General, I have a 100% solution, Ma'am." 

Jeanie: "No, hold your fire."

Doc approached the enemy who was holding the white flag. The French kid couldn't have been any older than eighteen. They conversed briefly, before they both separated and walked in opposite directions from one another. I could see concern etched onto Doc's face as he approached. 

Jeanie: "What's wrong?" 

Doc: "She wants to face you alone. She has given you her word it will only be the two of you."

As Doc spoke, he held out his hand and my eyes caught the glint of a shimmering gold, fleur de lis. I bit my tongue to hold back the tears. It was Summer's necklace! The one I bought for her in New Orleans when we fell in love. 

Angerly, I snatched it from his hand and thrust it into my pocket. 

Jeanie: "When?!" I shouted at him in pure rage. 

Doc: "Sunset..."

I spent the next few hours alone, in my tent, as the fire inside me continue to burn. When the sun began to dip low on the horizon, Doc entered and sat beside me like a father consoling his little girl. 

Jeanie: "Back in the war it was survival, right, Doc? We didn't think we just fought, for our homeland." 

Jeanie: "But I've had plenty of time to think about this..."

Doc nodded solemnly, almost anticipating what was coming next. 

Jeanie: "I can't beat her, can I?" 

Doc: "No, kiddo."

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The snow creaked underfoot, as I approached my stunning wife who was waiting in the empty woods. I dropped my rifle to the ground when I saw she was armed with only a knife. This was going to be a fair fight.  


Jeanie: "Summer? Or is it Lieutenant Javert...?" I hissed, with distain dripping from my voice. 

Nicolette: "It's actually Colonel now, Valjean."

Jeanie: "How many of my countrymen did you kill to earn that title?” 

I tossed my jacket to the ground and removed my vest, while drawing a large blade from it's sheath and advanced on Summer.  


Nicolette's eyes glossed over with tears and she looked at me like she used to when she would call me "Mommy", and snuggle into my arms.

Nicolette: "Andrea," she whispered out through a crackling voice. "What happened to us?" 

I paused my advance and in that moment, I could see Summer...not the soldier who stood before me. 

The woman I fell in love with, over and over again. 


Nicolette: "They're never going to stop, are they, Valjean?" 

Jeanie: "I don't think so...not unless..."

Jeanie: "Unless..."

Nicolette: "I know what we have to do, Andrea. I know how we can stop all of this." 

Summer cast her knife onto the cold ground, I did the same. She approached and we wrapped ourselves in each other's arms. Her lips brushed against mine as we shared a final kiss. 

Nicolette: "Did you ever stop loving me, Andrea?" 

Jeanie: "Never, sweetheart." 

I could feel her breathing accelerate as her chest began to rise and fall rapidly against mine. Amidst the silence and the sounds of our beating hearts, came the unmistakable sound of Summer's pistol being drawn from her holster. I tore at the Velcro of my holster, as I drew my own. 

We held hands and turned to face the beautiful horizon over the Quebec landscape. The sun treated us to a warm burst of colour, as it began to set below the foothills. 


Goosebumps consumed my body as the cold barrel of my pistol came to rest on the underside of my chin. 

I glanced to Summer and gave her hand a squeeze, as she aimed her gun under her own chin. She gave me a heart-warming smile, then turned to face the sunset and stood at attention. 

A flock of birds frenzied into flight, startled by the two loud BANGS that ripped through the quiet woods. 

Both sides came rushing, to see the fate of their leaders and crown the victor. No one, on either side, was prepared for the scene that marred the crisp, white snow. Summer and Andrea's lifeless bodies were found by Canadian and French soldiers. They were laying face-up in the snow, still holding each other's hands.

A pair of star-crossed lovers, took their life.  

Paralyzed with grief over the deaths of their heroic leaders, the nations of Canada and that of France, immediately signed a ceasefire to end the war.

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In a courtyard in Ottawa, overlooking the Ottawa River, a beautiful statue stands stoic.


Major General Jeanie "Andrea" Valjean
1981 - 2024
 

Synonymously, across the Atlantic in a beautiful park in Paris, a similar statue of a nation's martyr stands in honour of a female soldier, who's mutual sacrifice brought about the end of the war.


Lieutenant Colonel Nicolette "Summer" Javert

1982 - 2024


FIN


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