Alice in Wonderland

Continued from: Miss Julie's Blog

[FF/m] [F/fm] [kink show] [spanking] [sissification] [chastity/denial] [public humiliation] 

A special thank you to those who were able to use my blog as a book of condolences for our beloved Miss Julie. Please continue to do so if you'd like her to see a farewell message from you. I am sure she will be checking and may reply in the comments. 

To help fill the void that has been left behind, perhaps I'll bring back her iconic character for some family dynamic, Daddy spankings, right at the dinner table. Her little green cargo pants didn't stay up for long during this one, as her actual Dad gives her a spanking on the bare, right in front of her immediate family: The Spanking She Never Got

With Julie's blessing, perhaps we can even create an A.I. version of her, to enhance any future works or tribute posts.

In the meantime, I'll try to quench the thirst of her readers and followers by inviting you to follow along with this blog. For the best experience, I suggest starting at the very beginning and reading in order from oldest to newest posts, as there is a main storyline that develops throughout the entirety of the blog. The earlier stuff is a little clunky as I was just starting out and trying to hone-in on the overall art and content. I am thankful for Miss Julie's help in the early stages, as she was always open to my "how does this work?" questioning. 

Some of my content is purely fictional, as are a few of the characters who exist in the Sims world. However, much of the content, even if a fictional character is involved, is based on my own relationships and experiences with BDSM and spanking, even romance within the main storyline. 

What should be purely fiction, what should be a whimsical wonderland of erotic dreams, is actually the new reality of sissy alice, who is here to tell us all how far down the rabbit hole he just went. Directly continued from: A Star is Born

A sissy alice story:

As far as outings go, my first as alice was pretty awesome. Bent over the knee of a beautiful and renowned disciplinarian and being spanked was a dream come true, a wonderful gift from Mistress Andrea who sent me there for a "real" spanking. 

I was not prepared however for the task about to be bestowed upon me, or what would happen thereafter. 

This was bombshell one...

...what Mistress wrote about in her last post and the message I got from her that day. "Do you have any idea what Lady Jose has just asked me, sissy?" 

Mistress sent me a screen shot of an email from Lady Jose to Mistress Andrea which was also described in the last post. Wait, does that say what I think it does? I had to read it multiple times for it to sink in. Damn my clitty cage felt tight that day, especially when I was given permission to attend this kink function. 

The good thing is there was only about a week and a half until the event so I had little time to wind myself up about it. The bad news was there was only a week and half to go until the event so I needed to get my things in order. Dresses, make up, logistics. I'm a planner. First time I went to my spanking appointment with Lady Jose I had my dress hanging on display in my discipline corner a few hours before my session. 

Fortunately, I had already got approval from my online "Daddy" for a bunch of new dresses that were on the way via post. As the dates ticked by I grew more and more excited. I organised the hotel rooms for Lady Jose and I and after some discussion, we agreed on three outfits I would bring to the hotel and try on and let Lady Jose decide how I should dress. 

The side effect of all this planning and anticipation were my panties pretty much being constantly wet, my clitty would NOT stop leaking. Like, it was ridiculous! By Tuesday I was changing my panties twice a day. 

Then, the next bombshell hit just two days before the event. "There might be another girl joining us, Kitty. She's a lovely easy going person like me." 

Ok, sounds fun. Hopefully I'm still spanking I thought...

"Is she a spankee or spanker, Lady Jose?" I asked innocuously. My brain was going overtime. Am I going to be spanked by two beautiful women now? Am I to stand in the corner whilst Kitty is spanked? Is this all a dream? 

The response from Lady Jose was so normal, an almost throw away comment as if this was everyday conversation. Maybe for Lady Jose it is, but for me it's not so when I read the response: "She's a porn model." 

My jaw hit the floor. When I clicked on the Fetlife link I think my jaw carried on falling through the floor of my 4th floor apartment and ended up in level -2. 

Drop

Dead

Gorgeous!

So now, the reality of my situation was sinking in. I was going to a fetish show, dressed like a little girl, to be potentially spanked by the beautiful Lady Jose and there was going to be Kitty there as well - a stunning porn model to join in. 

Pinch me, pinch me. This is definitely a dream. 

My chastity cage had definitely shrunk, by this point it almost felt like constant pressure. I cope pretty much all the time with my clitty cage, I have been locked up for 216 days and I haven't seen a naked woman in real life for years, YEARS! 

The next thing I knew, these two women were in my room, picking out my attire and dressing me up like a little girl, complete with hair and make up, jewelry and accessories. After getting to the event we got our VIP wrist bands and headed inside. It was still quiet, things apparently would pick up later in the evening but I was still in shock, being the arm-candy of Lady Jose and a submissively-dressed, near-naked porn model named Kitty. 

We went into the fetish area of the show, where the more kink oriented happenings were going on and soon had a bottle of bubbly on the go. There was some amazing rope bondage being demonstrated, the skill involved was mind-blowing. It was inside this fetish area we got our first spanking, and I mean WE because Lady Jose made Kitty and I stand face-to-face, holding hands whilst she took turns spanking us. I was on cloud nine, standing in front of the gorgeous Kitty, being spanked while people walked past or stopped to watch. I felt so vulnerable yet so safe there, I couldn't have let go of her hands even if I wanted to. I needed her support. 

After this we walked around some more, looking at the stalls, grabbing some food and checked out some of the stage activities. 

Later, after another walk around it was time for another spanking back in the fetish area, and it was getting busier. This time there was no Kitty to hold my hands, she was busy holding the camera! Oh boy this was a good one. Lady Jose kept tugging my panties, wedgy-style and almost using them as a handle to hold my butt in place whilst I was spanked. 

It felt so good and so vulnerable, there with my arms and legs spread on the St. Andrews cross. I didn't realise until the end that we had gathered quite the crowd!

Lady Jose had also spanked Kitten up against the cross too, and I must say it was one of the hottest things I have ever seen, and two of the best pictures I have ever taken. 

Like, wow! Everybody by this point has stopped to watch, transfixed.

We took a break and watched a male strip show on a stage. All three of us enjoyed watching them before heading back for what would be my last spanking of the night. The big one! 

Up against the cross again, more crowd, more intensity. The strokes started to hurt now. Lady Jose expertly knew when to push my limits and when to ease back a little. Subtle check ins, a gentle hand on the shoulder, tender nails across my hot bottom. All expertly done as ever. 

I was so aroused by this point, I could feel my clitty literally dripping between my legs as I held onto the rings and just let the experience take over me. 

The girls then took on a gentleman from the audience that stopped to...admire the situation. I have never witnessed a man wearing nothing but a t-shirt and underpants, stand in public with his hands down his underpants whilst two women put on a spanking show...but now I have. Kink is awesome!

He expressed an interest in being spanked by both Lady Jose and Kitty and they didn't disappoint. 

Now, I admit, I was soooo jealous of the man at that stage. I wanted to be there instead. Well you know what they say, be careful what you wish for. Once the ladies were done with Mr. Underpants, Lady Jose asked if she could use my bare bum to give Kitty a lesson on where and how to spank. 

So I found myself one last time against the cross, panties pulled down, female hands wandering across my bottom, lower back and legs as Lady Jose went through the 101's of where it is safe to spank and where it isn't. They took turns spanking me at first, and Kitty was really good at it. 

At first I couldn't feel the difference between Lady Jose and Kitty - the intensity was discernible but as it went on it became a blur. 

When the two ladies teamed up, each spanking a bum cheek, I was in heaven, and my god was the crowd big! By the end, my tooshie was on fire, the divine feeling of two different hands caressing and soothing my abused bottom was almost too much. I felt so aroused, so humiliated, so sexually frustrated at that point. 

Just look at how sexy Kitty is!! Omg. 

This dream had to end eventually I guess, but my goodness it was the most amazing experience I can remember. Even writing this now I wonder if it was a dream, or how I got so lucky to be able to experience this?! I can only thank Lady Jose and Kitten for such a night. 

And Mistress Andrea, oh how I am forever indebted to Mistress Andrea. It is only because of her this is all possible, through her guidance, wisdom and encouragement. 

So thank you Mistress, thank you Lady Jose and thank you, Kitten. That truly was a once in a lifetime experience that I will always treasure! 

Kisses

alice

xxx

It certainly sounds like sissy alice had a fun time, despite being publicly spanked, humiliated, feminized and never to be freed from his chastity cage. From what I understand, he has booked a one-on-one, full and proper spanking session with Lady Jose again, towards the beginning of May I believe. I'll be sure to post an update on that one. He might be dressed as a schoolgirl and introduced to the cane, hehe. 

Additionally, it seems sissy has earned the trust and fame of this wonderful community, enough so that he has been invited to hold the camera once more and film some kink content for Lady Jose. It's like a torturous form of cuckolding right? He's a docile sissy, he will likely be dressed like a parody of a little girl, in ridiculously frilly attire. He's not a sexual threat or concern to the women as his penis is and will forever be locked up...

He's the perfect camera holder, albeit, incredibly frustrating for him. Apparently another internationally renowned, female disciplinarian will be in town soon. Sissy alice will be helping to film the production and I expect, before too long, he'll be staring in these productions also. 

I wish him all the best in his future endeavours and who knows, perhaps you'll see sissy alice content pop up here from time to time, along with other, more professional porn content that he is now engaged in. 

He's gonna be a sissy porn star in no time! Go check out "Sissy Joyce" if you want to see what that looks like and what alice's new reality might be. 

Good luck, alice. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo    

   

Continued in: Julie: 1998

 

Innovation Lab

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Mind Games

Continued from: First Time

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

A Sarah Jane story

Oh my goodness, Daddy! The whipping resumed, and I let out a tiny squeal as Mistress Andrea's lash struck my bare bottom once more. "Get back to work, little one!" she hissed, her voice stern but amused. 

I hastily returned my attention to Mandy's awaiting pussy, my nose nestling against her slickened asshole, as I began to lap at her tender folds with my tongue. 

The sensation was surreal, to say the least - I'd never gone down on a woman before, and the fact that I was being forced to do so, now made my mind reel with confusion and shame. But Mistress Andrea's encouragement (if you could call it that) kept me going. "Faster, deeper, slut! Make her cum!" she urged, interspersing her commands with occasional lashes of the whip. I winced with each strike, but my tongue kept moving, driven by a mix of fear and curiosity. 

As I worked Mandy's pussy, I couldn't help but think about how impossible this scenario would've seemed just a few months ago. Me, a suburban mom and wife, licking out another woman while being whipped by a Dominatrix? It was the stuff of fantasy novels, not real life. And yet, here I was, my tongue buried deep in Mandy's cunt, coaxing her toward climax. 

Mandy's breathing grew ragged, her hips bucking against my face as she began to beg Mistress Andrea for permission to orgasm. "Please, Ma'am...may I cum!?" she panted, her voice laced with desperation. 

I glanced up at Mistress Andrea, whose eyes gleamed with excitement. "Not yet, Mandy," she teased, her whip cracking down on my bare bum once more. "Sarah needs to convince me that she loves being a lezzie dyke." 

With a surge of determination, I redoubled my efforts, my tongue dancing across Mandy's clit as I continued to be whipped on the bum. Mandy's pleas grew more frantic, her body trembling with need as she begged again. "Please, Ma'am...please may I cum?" she whimpered, her hips jerking against my face. 

Mistress Andrea's response was immediate and direct. "Sarah Jane, place your tongue inside her asshole," she commanded, her voice firm and unyielding. "And use your fingers to manually masturbate her." 

I hesitated for only a moment and I was instantly whipped. Mistress held the crop poised above my bottom, waiting to deliver another stroke if I did not comply. With a deep breath, I carefully inserted my tongue into Mandy's bum hole, feeling the ring of muscle constrict around it. 

At the same time, I slipped two fingers into her pussy, finding her engorged clit with my thumb, and began to stroke it gently. 

Mandy's reaction was instantaneous. Her body began to shake and tremble, her asshole involuntarily clenching and releasing around my tongue in rhythmic pulses. I felt of rush of humiliation mixed with excitement as I realized I was about to experience something truly unique - the sensation of being gripped by Mandy's anus as she came. 

"Mistress, please..." Mandy screamed aloud, her voice partially muffled into the bedding. 

Mistress Andrea smiled, a cruel glint in her eye. "Very well, slut. You may cum for me." 

The dam burst and Mandy's orgasm flooded through her body. Her asshole contracted around my tongue, squeezing it tightly as her pussy pulsed against my fingers. I felt a wave of heat wash over me, mingling with humiliation and arousal in equal measure.

As Mandy's orgasm subsided, she thanked Mistress Andrea in a quivering voice, her body still trembling with aftershocks. With a gentle hand around her bicep, Mistress directed Mandy to stand in the corner and face the wall, her high heels clicking against the floor as she teetered precariously. 

Meanwhile, I found myself draped over Mistress Andrea's knee, my bottom lifted and ready for punishment. I was previously whipped and beaten into performing sexual acts on Mandy, Daddy! I didn't want to lick her pussy, but the whipping was relentless. Now, I was about to be punished for it. It was a complete mind-fuck...and I was loving it.

"You naughty little dyke slut," she scolded, her hand coming down in a series of sharp slaps. "What would your husband think if he saw you kissing and licking another woman's asshole?" 

Each spank stung, but I knew I deserved it. "I'm sorry, Ma'am," I wailed, my tears flowing freely. "I'm sorry for being such a slutty lesbian!" 

Mistress Andrea's spanking slowed, her hand pausing mid-air as she grabbed my hair with a jerking motion of amusement and disappointment. "You know why you're being punished, don't you, Sarah Jane?" she asked, her voice tinged with playful strictness. 

I sniffled, my nose running as I nodded vigorously. "Y-yes, Ma'am. Because I went down on Mandy, and kissed her asshole, and...and..." My words trailed off as Mistress Andrea's arm began to move again, spanking me with renewed vigor. 

"Oh, no, sweetie," she corrected, her tone gentle despite the firmness of her smacks. "It's not because of what you did. It's because you enjoyed it! You liked the way it felt, didn't you?" 

My face flushed crimson as I nodded again, unable to deny the truth. Yes, I had liked it. I had loved every humiliating, shameful moment of it. And that was the greatest sin of all - embracing my own desires, no matter how taboo they might be. 

The rest of the evening was a blur of ropes, restraints, and ravishing pleasures. Mandy and I were "encouraged" to embark on a journey of discovery, exploring each other's bodies with tongues, fingers, and eventually, a strap-on. 

As I look back on that night, I'm filled with gratitude towards Mistress Andrea, for pushing me beyond my comfort zone and for pushing me towards you, Daddy! You always know just what to say to make me feel safe and loved.

Now, if you'll excuse me everyone, I think I need to go ask "Mommy" for my weekly allowance. My favourite pacifier needs a good sucking, don't you think, Daddy? 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Alice: Through the Looking Glass

 

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. 

**************************

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