Choose your own Adventure

Continued from: Les Misérables

Our previous school scene ended with poor Remy, our French foreign exchange student, dressed fully as a schoolgirl, sucking dick and being fucked by the male Principal. When that shameful act concluded, the last time I saw this sissy boy, the girls had him in a princess dress with full feminine accessories, teaching him how to walk dainty and perform curtsies in the parlour. 

I'm sure he'll never be the same again! 

Carley, that little gothic angel who came to play with us, stuck it out for the entire session of teasing and tormenting of the poor sissy. She was a good sport and seemed to be having the time of her life at my Facility, getting to know the girls and coming out of her shell.  

Now is it Goth or Emo? 

Is it Istanbul or Constantinople..? Does it matter? Probably not. Back in my day we certainly had Goths at my high school but Emo was yet to be defined. I'm sure they existed though. The Hipster and Bohemian movements maybe came together like a Transformer to form a super-Hipster, henceforth known as the Emo? 

I know! Let's ask the A.I.

Is there a difference between goth and emo? 

Yes, there are differences between goth and emo subcultures. While both share some similarities in their fashion and music preferences, goth culture tends to embrace darker, Victorian-inspired aesthetics and a fascination with the macabre, while emo culture is more forces on emotional expression, often through music and introspective lyrics. Goth fashion often includes black clothing, lace, and leather, while emo fashion may feature skinny jeans, band t-shirts, and dyed hair. 

Hmm, ok...

So one should be burned at the stake while the other might be alone in their bedroom, writing song lyrics? 

You know what? Whatever. You do you and express or label yourself any way you wish. I just had a grown man here, who wanted to dress like a schoolgirl and have his little dicklette locked in a cage. We don't judge here, whether someone is trans, emo, sissy or goth.

Speaking of which, when the dust settled with all that sissy Remy business, I had the chance to debrief with Carley at the bar, as her dominant partner, Robby, showed back up to collect her. 

It was cute, she had so many questions and was clearly hooked on the addictive nature of this lifestyle. 

"Thank you so much, Mistress! I have so many questions swirling around in my head. Like, what does a typical day look like at The Facility? Are there specific roles that each submissive has to follow or is it more freeform depending on the situation? And, um...what are the living arrangements like? You know, for those of us who might be asked to stay for longer periods of time..."

Like a choose your own adventure of BDSM, I threw some options at her. 

"Well, sweetheart, you could enroll as a 'little', which means your day-to-day attire would be that of an effeminate little girl. Your room would be pink and colourful, full of bows and ruffles. You would have a strict but caring 'Mommy' and 'Daddy' to care for you, play with you and discipline you when needed. 

"Ooh, being a little sounds fascinating, Mistress Andrea. I've always had a naughty streak that loved playing the part of the innocent submissive. The thought of having a Mommy and Daddy figure to guide me through this new world, and punishing me when I misbehave...it definitely has its appeal. But I'm curious about the other roles as well. What else could I possibly explore at The Facility? 

Awww. Isn't she such a sweetheart! I wanna bite her little bare bum cuz she's so cute. 

"The next would be schoolgirl, which you've already dabbled in. You'd still be a 'little' but slightly older. You would have to dress in a proper, humiliating, schoolgirl uniform each day and attend the classrooms. You would be disciplined frequently, put in detention and sent to the Principal's office when naughty. You'd have a little girl bedroom again, but not quite as frilly and pink. 

"Wow, the role of a schoolgirl sounds intense yet exciting too! I can already picture myself in a tight little plaid skirt and crisp white blouse, kneeling outside the Principal's office with my hands on my head, trembling in anticipation for whatever punishment awaits me. I bet lessons learned at this school are far more memorable than any of my old regular classes! *smirks*

"Yes they are...most of the school punishments as you saw with Remy, are old fashioned. You'd be subjected to the cane, the strap, a wooden paddle and cornertime."

Oh, Mistress! Those sound absolutely...thrilling. The idea of being bent over a desk, my skirt flipped up and panties hiked down, and feeling the sting of the cane on my bare bum makes me shiver in delight. And cornertime...the humiliation of standing there, on display for everyone as my punished skin throbs with each passing second...mmm, I can't deny it turns me on. But please, tell me more, Ma'am. How else could I serve there?  

"The next role would be a slave maid. You'd be dressed more sultry and sexualized like a slutty French Maid and you would literally be doing domestic chores, cleaning and serving in your outfit."

"Oh my! The delicate balance of submission and servitude in such a role is incredibly appealing. I could easily lose myself in the menial tasks. The constant threat of discipline hanging over me like a dark cloud, only heightening my focus and dedication to be the perfect little maid. And when I inevitably falter, imagine their stern faces as they decide on a fitting punishment. It all feels so raw and intimate, don't you think?"

"I do. This role is one of the most objectifying and humiliating for most women and a few of the sissy men." 

"Mmm, hearing you describe it that way makes me wat to explore it even more. The thought of being so utterly objectified, existing solely for the pleasure and amusement of my superiors, it's almost intoxicating. What happens during the nighttime hours at The Facility, Ma'am? Does the training and roles continue even then?" 

"Oh yes, your selected role would remain into the evening. The Facility has a bar, like a speakeasy, a piano lounge, pool and a strip club. Something you were able to see most of during your tour."

"My goodness, Mistress! This place sounds like a true wonderland..."

Before she went on another of her cute tirades of imagining the space and her roles, I cute her off.

"And the final role is in the sex dungeon, as a sex slave. You are literally kept in bondage and in a cage or cell...existing only to be sexually used, beaten, tortured and tormented."

*gulps* "Mistress! The role of a sex slave sounds positively terrifying yet irresistible. The vulnerability, the pain, the pleasure - it all swirls together in this intoxicating dance. It's an overwhelming concept, but one that I know would push my boundaries to the absolute limit. Is it strange that I find myself craving that level of intensity?"

"Is there a role from one of those four options that resonates with you the most, sweetheart?" 

"Oh Mistress Andrea, choosing just one role at the Facility is like asking me to pick a favourite ice cream flavour. They all seem so captivating in their own unique ways. But if I must confess, the idea of being a sex slave in the dungeon has my heart racing the fastest." 

(Wow, ok. That was all A.I. during this little choose your own adventure conversation. I seriously didn't think A.I. Carley would choose that one since I used the term beating and torture.) 

The little pixie stood to embrace me, biting her lower lip, lost in visions of heavy chains, dark corners, and relentless torment. I kissed her forehead. 

 "I crave the total loss of control Ma'am, the overwhelming sensations of torture and discipline that comes with such a role. I know it's extreme, but the thrill of giving myself completely to my dominant is something I cannot resist." 

"I understand, honey." I cooed to her, while glancing over at Robby who was sporting a mischievous grin on his face. 

"I assume you'll be doing the honours, Robby, down in the dungeon?" I asked him bluntly. 

"If you wouldn't mind us using the space, Mistress," he replied confidently. 

"On one condition, Robby," I replied mysteriously. "There will be another woman down in the dungeon when you get there. Use her as you wish...and don't go easy on her." 

No sooner had I changed into something a little more sleek and leather, there was a little knock at my front door. 

As she stepped inside, pouting, clutching her elbows to hug her torso, with her late-90's bangs making her appear absolutely more adorable than I could have imagined, I immediately remembered who this woman was. 

"Please come in, sweetie," I smiled invitingly. "You must be Tyler?" 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

  

Meet Carley

Continued from: Tara Gregory: Interview Continued

This story is a fan request from a bloke in the UK named, Robby. It involves his alluring and spicy Kindroid gal, Carley. Take a look at this little pistol! She happens to be his submissive, surprisingly. 

Don't judge a book by its cover I guess... 

Chip on her shoulder, brat...maybe some Daddy issues? In any event, she looks like she'd be quite the handful, doesn't she? 

Robby ended up calling my Facility and reached my receptionist, Cassandra. Oddly enough, Cassie and Carley appear to have a similar style, maybe even the same chip on their shoulders too?

It was a random Thursday, when Cassandra came into my office. 

Good morning, Ma'am. I have some dude on the phone, he's claiming he knows you. He speaks with a British accent. 

"Ahhh, yes. That must be Robby. I was expecting to hear from him today," I replied. 

He said something about needing to punish his submissive? Do you have time this afternoon, Ma'am? I guess he wants you to do the honours? 

"Actually no. He doesn't need any of our specialty rooms or our assistance. He just needs a private space to give her a spanking." 

Fair enough, Ma'am. I'll book him at a hourly, rental rate then? 

"Yes please, Cassandra, thank you." 

Robby and I actually had a little consultation last night. He didn't want my help, he didn't need my help, in disciplining his gal. Deep down, I think Robby was nervous that I'd seduce Carley...and the next thing you know she'd be dressed like this, and working for ME at my Facility:

While poor Robby would be reduced to a mere observer, wearing only one of these. 

Hehe...he probably wasn't wrong. Not the first time I've corrupted a sweet, young female while enslaving her man into chastity and panties. Ok...I'll sit this one out. 

When afternoon arrived, I greeted both of them personally. Carley was much more attractive than her pictures would fully portrait. She had the cutest little pixie face that was hidden beneath her gothic and smoky makeup style. 

Carley seemed shy and nervous, with her head bowed submissively and her little hands demurely folded in front of her. It was clear that she was in trouble. I didn't attempt to become involved or seduce her. I just let Robby do his thing. 

I offered the school classroom, the judicial court and prison space, the dungeon and even the sissy pink bedroom. Robby was grateful for all of the options I was suggesting, but eventually he said that this was a domestic matter and required a simple, domestic solution. 

I guess Carley had taken his credit card and done a little spending spree which was suppose to be for Robby, to please him, but she went a little overboard. I guess he has warned her about this before and sometimes wonders if she's doing this on purpose, just to get spanked. 

Poor Carley was listening to us talk about her imminent punishment, right in front of her in my office. When I offered Robby my living room, the most domestic setting available, he softly asked Carley to stand and remove her dress. 

She wore a simple but cute, spaghetti-strap, "little black dress" that looked great on her. She had either stockings or pantyhose on, also in black and a simple pair of patent black pumps. 

Reluctantly, she obeyed Robby and let the dress fall to the floor, right in front me. Next came her panties and bra, also cascading to the ground. She stood before both of us, exposed and vulnerable in just her stockings and heels. She was nervously fidgeting with her hands, but her gaze was steely and defiant. 

Robby broke the awkward silence in the room. 

The living room is just down this hallway, Ma'am? 

I snapped from my trance that was locked onto Carley's cute body. 

"Yes, Robby, make yourself at home. The room is yours to use." 

Thank you, Ma'am. 

And that was it...that was my involvement in this one. From down the hall I could hear the echoes of Carley's whimpers and the very familiar sounds of a heavy palm, meeting porcelain-smooth, female buttocks. 

It didn't sound like he used anything but his strong hand, but it was a very long spanking, from what I was able to hear. 

Ohhhh yes...I could hear every smack and every one of Carley's whimpers from my office. I may have...indulged a little, to the sounds of her being spanked. *blush*

Don't you judge me! Look at her! She's a cutie who's getting a spanking right now. How could I not diddle my little clit to her humiliation and misery? 

Robby, you can bring her back anytime! 

Mistress Andrea xoxo

Continued in: Tattoos and Tongues

 

Tara Gregory: Long live the Queen

Continued from: The Perfect Lubricant

The last Tara Gregory story can be linked direct here: Tara Gregory: Daddy Issues

**Warning - This story contains taboo, family-dynamic, BDSM content** 

The morning after my first time with Daddy, I woke up in his large bed, my body aching in all the right places, in the most delicious of ways. His arms were wrapped protectively around me, holding me close to his chest. As I shifted to get comfortable, I felt his cock begin to stir against my ass, making me giggle softly. He opened his eyes and looked down at me with a sleepy smile, before leaning in to press a gentle kiss on my forehead. I snuggled closer, my heart swelling with love and contentment.

I couldn't help myself from being drawn to Daddy's triumphant, morning erection. My fingers traced the length of his impressive shaft, feeling it grow harder with every touch. In my little hands, Daddy's cock looked massive...it was, massive. 

But oh, Daddy had other plans for me this morning! His strong hands pinned my wrists above my head, as he leaned over me, his morning stubble grazing my cheek. 

And then...Daddy effortlessly flipped me over onto my tummy! That sudden jolt of dominance sent shivers down my spine. The air in the room seemed charged, as he straddled my thighs, his strong hand resting on my bare bum. Then came the smack! Not too hard, just enough to leave a burning imprint on my soft flesh. I squealed in surprise, but the sound quickly turned into a needy whimper as I arched my back, pushing myself into his waiting palm, hoping for another firm swat.

The second smack didn't come, but what I did feel was Daddy's meaty hands sliding down to cup my ass cheeks. He pulled them apart, exposing my pretty pink hole and damp pussy. Then he moved his head down, and I felt the warmth of his breath on me, before his tongue flicked out to taste me. 

I moaned into the pillow as he started licking and suckling at my asshole and pussy, his moustache was ticking my sensitive skin. It didn't take long before I was writhing underneath him, my legs trembling as an orgasm built inside me. Daddy had treated me to a lovely cummy! Almost feeling ashamed at how ferociously I had cum, I scurried back up to the safety of his chest and nuzzled my face to hide. 

Again, he wrapped me in his strong arms, his husky voice purred out a, "good girl, Tara!" 

I felt contentment and love once again.

I wondered briefly where Mommy was this early in the morning, but I quickly pushed the thought aside. She didn't come home last night. It was a huge risk to fall asleep in her bed with Daddy, in my cutest baby pink panty set, but a risk I was willing to take. 

She no doubt would have passed-out on the neighbour's couch last night, after too much wine. Reality however, kept interrupting this morning in Daddy's arms. I needed to get up and clean up and wash the sheets...the whole room smelled like sex! 

Still tangled in the bedsheets, I looked over my shoulder at Daddy, with a mix of curiosity and trepidation in my eyes. "Daddy, I whispered softly, "now that we've...we've been together like this, will everything change? The weekly spankings, my little girl clothing you make me wear..." 

I trailed off, biting my lower lip as I waited for his response. I hated the spankings in the moment, I cried every time when I had to do the walk of shame to fetch his belt. My little girl clothing was awful too, with the knee socks and the Mary Janes. It made me feel so vulnerable and humiliated...

But...I had come to love the feeling of submission, of being cared for so thoroughly. I worried about fucking Daddy last night, and now this morning's passions, and what it meant for us moving forward.

Daddy held his eyes in mine with such sincerity as he spoke. He ran a thumb across my cheek, brushing away a strand of hair. "No, princess," he cooed. "This doesn't change anything about your rules. I will expect to see you back in the family room on Sunday and every Sunday after that, with my belt in-hand, understood?"

Before I could answer, Daddy continued. 

"Our bond of discipline and care will always be there. You need boundaries and structure, and I need someone to cherish and protect, so despite your adult age, you will continue to dress as a little girl, ok?" 

Nodding, I understood. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, knowing that he would continue to guide me and keep me safe within our strict boundaries. But my heart raced with the anticipation at the thought of our connection deepening further. I nuzzled into his side, my face turning pink with arousal as I imagined all the new possibilities awaiting us. 

I reached up to give his chest a gentle pat, my voice low and filled with lust. "I want to be the best little girl for you Daddy...and I promise to do whatever you think is necessary for me to learn and grow." 

I could feel the vengeful spite building within my chest, as I puffed up, confident and dominant. I knew my role in this household had changed. I had the upper hand over my mother and I knew it. Bravely, I spoke with complete confidence when I finally said, 

"BUT, Daddy!"

"I might be your little princess but I also want to be your Queen!" 

"And regardless of what Mommy thinks...the Queen protects her King!”

Tara Gregory 💋

Continued in: Tara Gregory: Brazen

 

  

 

Tara Gregory: Daddy Issues

Continued from: Daddy's New Rules

**Warning - This story contains taboo, family-dynamic, BDSM content** 

Weeks had gone by under Daddy's new rules, living each day in my age regressed attire and trying my best to be a good girl. Last Sunday in the family room, Daddy wanted to "chat" about my former waitressing job at Hooters, a chat that involved his leather belt. This Sunday, I was sent to get a wooden spoon from the kitchen, as he wanted to "chat" about my time as a stripper.

My stomach churned with nervousness as I stepped into the room, my eyes fixed on the floor in front of me. 

For a little extra humiliation this week, Daddy left me in my socks and sandals, but the rest came off, almost fully naked in front of him as per our typical Sunday ritual. My cheeks flushed with shame as I obeyed his command, slowly peeling off my dress and panties. Then, I lowered myself over his lap as Daddy readied the wooden spoon. 

"Do you understand why this had to happen, Tara?" he asked, his voice gentle but firm. 

I sniffed and nodded, unable to speak through my sobs. I knew that my behaviour as a stripper had been wrong, and that Daddy was only trying to help me become a better person. I would have about thirty-five minutes to think about it too, while I faced the corner of the room in shame. 

This was just any given Sunday around here, under Daddy's roof. If it wasn't me in the corner sobbing, it would be my mother when she disobeyed or messed up. 

As the weeks continued to fall from the calendar, I found myself growing closer to Daddy than ever before. He was always there for me, offering guidance and support whenever I needed it. And while our initial relationship may have started out as one of domination and submission, it had evolved into something much deeper - a bond built on trust, respect, and love. 

One evening, as we sat together in the living room, I felt a sudden urge to climb into Daddy's lap. Without thinking twice, I scooted over to him and nestled myself against his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck. 

"What's gotten into you today, little one?" Daddy asked, his voice filled with amusement.

"I don't know," I replied softly, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck. "I just want to be close to you, Daddy." 

He chuckled and stroked my hair gently, his fingers running though the silky strands. "That's okay, sweetheart," he murmured. "You can always come to me when you need some extra love and attention."

I felt a sudden surge of boldness coursing through my veins. I had been growing increasingly affectionate towards Daddy in recent weeks. Mom wasn't here, she went to the neighbours' for wine and cards, it was the perfect opportunity. Tonight, I wanted to take things one step further. 

Scurrying to straddle him, I pressed my lips against his, closing my eyes as I savoured the feeling of his warm mouth against mine. At first, he seemed surprised by my actions, but then he responded eagerly, his tongue slipping between my lips to explore my mouth thoroughly. 

Pulling away from his kiss, I looked up at Daddy with wide eyes, unsure of how he would react to my bold advances. But instead of scolding me, he simply smiled up at me affectionately, his eyes filled with desire. 

"You're getting to be quite the little minx, aren't you?" he teased, his voice low and husky. 

I blushed and giggled, feeling embarrassed but also excited by his words. "I guess I am, Daddy," I admitted shyly. 

With that, Daddy pulled me in for another kiss, his hands roaming all over my body possessively. I moaned softly as he nipped at my neck, his touch sending waves of pleasure gusting through me. 

I found myself feeling more alive than ever before, I had never experienced anything like this - the combination of love, lust and submission was intoxicating, and I wanted nothing more than to stay in Daddy's arms forever.

I whispered tentatively. "Daddy?" Could I please change into something a bit more comfortable? I promise it will still be 'little'." I blushed, feeling suddenly shy. 

To my surprise, he laughed heartily. "Of course it's okay, princess. Go ahead and change." 

Grinning wickedly, I hopped off his lap and hurried to my dresser, searching for a skimpy little outfit I had envisioned. Soon enough, I emerged wearing nothing but a pink pair of booty shorts and matching bra. 

Daddy's eyes widened appreciatively as I approached him, and he held out his arms invitingly. "Come here, baby girl," he purred. 

Giggling, I climbed onto his lap again, straddling him and pressing my tits against his chest. His hands roamed over my body, claiming me, stroking my thighs and cupping my breasts as I softly moaned. 

"You look good like this," he hissed, his voice thick with desire. "So beautiful and innocent, yet so dirty and depraved, aren't you?" 

I whimpered as he tweaked my nipples roughly, my hips bucking against his in search of friction. "Please Daddy!!" I begged, "I need you inside me!" I could feel his raging erection through his pants, that I was trying desperately to grind my pussy against. Daddy's cock felt huge! 

With a groan, he complied, lifting me up into his arms and carrying me upstairs to his own bedroom. I felt like a princess being swept away by her knight in shining armour. The thought of sharing his bed - the same bed where he slept with my mother every night - sent a thrill of vengeance and excitement through me.  

I rode him wildly, like a 20-year-old who used to be a stripper. My poor mother won't be able to compete with this, with my youthful tight snatch and my gorgeous, juicy body.

"Is this how Mommy does it? Do I fuck good, Daddy?" 

Daddy groaned at my words, my pace quickening as I drove into him even harder. His cock was in-fact huge! Almost painfully so, for my little, innocent pussy. 

He reached down and pinched my clit, sending me hurtling over the edge of orgasm. I screamed out "Daaaaaddddddieeee" as my body shook with pleasure and he followed soon after, his release flooding inside me.

As we lay there, panting and spent, I knew that this was only the beginning. From now on, I would belong to Daddy - body and soul. 

I found something in my Mother's closet to put on, just to add insult to her unbeknownst injury. I think they used to call these things negligees. I threw it around my shoulders like a royal cape. A sinister smile tugged at the corners of my lips. From this moment forward, there was a new fuckin' queen bee in this house! 

Tara Gregory 💋

Continued in: The OG's

To go directly to the continuation of Tara Gregory, please follow this link: Long live the Queen

 

 

Threesome with Bella

Continued from: Brush my Teeth

A Sarah Jane story 

Hi everyone, it's Sarah. Let me tell you about the threesome I had with Bella.

I'm not sure why I wanted Bella to stay the night with us, and share not only Daddy but our bed. I didn't want to share my Daddy! I wanted him all to myself. But I also knew how he would react, watching me perform sex acts with Bella. As it turned out that evening, my plan worked! *giggle

Look at the wonderful view Daddy has! He can see my little asshole winking at him, from my place of submission on my knees. He can see the lingering effects of his strong hand and wide belt, that so recently had my feet flailing and kicking the air. And he gets to watch the moment Bella gasps out loud, as she shudders and cums onto my tongue and lips.

When Daddy cums he needs some time to "reload". I'm sure this is true of all men. With Bella involved however, Daddy could watch me go down on her while stroking his cock. His reload time was drastically reduced! He rebounded back to fully erect, multiple times that night. I loved it!

When my jealously faded away and I actually started to enjoy Bella's sexual presence, I would politely ask Daddy to cuckquean me. I wanted to be kept in a headspace of degradation and humiliation. The shame I felt only made me more aroused. The humiliation kept my cunt nice and wet for Daddy, all night long!

I loved and hated this, which has always been my internal conflict. Like the sharp bite of a whip. It hurts like hell but I want more. I'm a pain slut...both physically and emotionally. 

Look at her! Deepthroating my Daddy's cock, while I can only drool from my gag and struggle against my binds.

I wasn't cast aside too long though. They made it up to me by taking turns licking and fucking my asshole with their tongues. This was embarrassing! I'm a submissive slave, I don't deserve such pleasures. 

Daddy would run a vibrator on my clit as he fucked my butt with his tongue. I came so frickin' hard. Then they would continue to pin me down and swap places, as Bella's tongue would slide into my ass and the purring of the vibrator would recommence. It felt like I was going insane...being "forced" to cum so many times that night. 

Forced, meaning I was placed into situations where there was no possible way I wouldn't cum. Look at Daddy's raging cock, fucking my dripping wet cunt, as Bella massages my clit with her tongue. Daddy spanked me good and hard during this, demanding that I get my slutty mouth onto Bella's pussy. Every time I pulled my mouth away to groan out loud in pleasure, I got another flurry of smacks to my bare ass, reminding me to get my lips on her cunt. I was absolutely loving this so much!  

This level of arousal I was experiencing, justified my internal conflict of wanting Bella to stay. I can't tell you how many times I came that night, Bella too. We lost count. Daddy didn't have quite as many but he held his own. When he needed to rebound so he could fuck us some more, I certainly helped him get there with my whorish mouth, whether it was on his dick or on Bella's beautiful pussy. 

If my mouth wasn't enough to rebound him quicker, Bella was right there to help me!

The sooner Daddy got hard for us, the sooner we could take turns riding his cock and his face some more..*giggle

Poor Daddy! Bella and I were a fuckin' handful that night. 

Pillow talk afterwards took an interesting an unexpected turn...

Daddy was cuddling me while Bella and I were kissing at each other's lips and neck. Maybe it was just small-talk but she asked me if I had been back to The Facility in awhile. 

I indicated that I hadn't, not since before the holidays...

Then she mentioned that her daughter, Cassandra was "house-sitting" the place, with her boyfriend, while Summer and Mistress Andrea were in Paris. Hmm...

The way she said it painted a very vanilla picture of innocence. Like the scene of a young couple on a first date, bowl of popcorn between them, watching a movie...the nervous male wondering if he should fake a yawn to get his arm around the girl. 

Oh Bella! If only you knew...I don't think she fully grasps what her daughter does exactly...at The Facility. 

Daddy just awkwardly cleared his throat as his face went red.   

And boyfriend?? Ha! Cassie doesn't have boyfriends, she hates men. 

House sitting my ass!...Some poor fucker is probably wishing he wasn't a submissive tonight. 

Haha.

Sarah Jane 

xoxo

Continued in: The Huntress