Sarah Cashes in on her Allowance

Continued from: Sports Betting

[M/f] [CNC] [maledom] [F/mf] [chastity] [dildos] [butt plug] [gangbang]

A Sarah Jane story

With my increased allowance comes the opportunity to plan something truly unforgettable for Daddy. As I pondered the possibilities, I found myself torn between two competing desires: to indulge my submissive side and surrender to Daddy's whims, while also wanting to surprise him with a special treat that will leave him weak in the knees. 

I slipped into a fetching schoolgirl outfit, complete with a plaid skirt, paired with knee-high socks and Mary Jane heels. I didn't go with a top, leaving me clad in a demure bra that barely contained my bouncing tits. 

Next, I prepared the surface of the dresser: a trifecta of dildos and a realistic butt plug, staged and laid out like an invitation to debauchery. I put his chastity key around my neck on a gold necklace and gagged my own mouth. These subtle gestures, speaking volumes about my willingness to surrender and be taken by Daddy when he arrives.  

Before cuffing my hands behind my back, I shot him a saucy text, hinting at the freedom that awaits him. The message was concise yet loaded with promise. "Mommy raised my allowance, Daddy!" Followed by sending a number of eggplant emojis. "I'm up in our bedroom, we have 90 minutes!!" 

With my wrists securely cuffed and a silencing ball gag in place, I settled in to wait for Daddy's arrival. The anticipation was making my pussy soaked, my heart thrumming like a drumline in my chest. As I sit there on the floor, cuffed to the leg of the dresser, my imagination runs wild with possibilities. I'm secretly hoping that he'll take one look at all the dildos and the plug and know exactly what I want. 

The anticipation was killing me, amplified by my bound inability to play with my pussy while I waited. But finally, the moment of truth arrived, and Daddy burst into the room, clearly eager to have his penis unlocked after several weeks in his cage. 

He quickly surveyed the scene as I whimpered through my gag, playing the role of a non-consensual captive, about to be claimed by her captor! Noticing the chastity key glinting between my cleavage, Daddy swooped in and ripped the necklace free, slapping one of my tits with a firm, corrective hand. I let out another whimper, the sound stifled by the rubber ball that was doing its best to silence me. 

While Daddy set upon releasing his caged penis, his eyes scanned the assortment of toys I carefully arranged, a sly smile spreading across his face like a mischievous little boy. And then, without warning, he took hold of my arm and uncuffed my wrists, dragging me away from the dresser and onto my knees. 

With my face just inches from his growing cock, I whined out a futile plea of mercy, before my lips closed around his intruding penis. 

"Please, Mister! Just let me go...I don't want...guuuurgh*" 

Before long, my hands are busy jerking off the two dildos on the dresser, as my mouth engulfed the largest of the cocks, the one I had strategically placed in the middle, its ridges and bumps providing a delightful counterpoint to the sensations building inside me. Meanwhile, Daddy's fingers were busy too, expertly guiding the realistic plug into my tight asshole, stretching me to capacity as I squirmed beneath his touch. 

As I gazed into the mirror to witness my own debasement, Daddy entered me from behind, completing the degrading but thrilling scenario of having all three of my holes filled with dick, while providing hand jobs to two other "men". 

I deliberately crafted this scene for Daddy, as the clock continued to countdown on my extended, 90 minute allowance with Daddy's penis. I'm a grown woman, dressed in the remnants of a ridiculous schoolgirl outfit, sucking on a dildo while my hands frantically jerk off two more. My asshole is plugged, my pussy is being pounded, and I'm staring at my reflection with a mixture of shame and desire. 

Was I the dominant or was I submissive in this very moment? I orchestrated this tableau of humiliation to feel like a complete and utter whore. I craved the sensation of being humiliated, of being reduced to nothing more than a vessel for cock. There was something perversely liberating about surrendering to these darker impulses. 

As Daddy continued to take control, I was treated to some delightful pussy-to-mouth, forcing me to clean my own juices from his cock, my senses soon heightened as he resumed his pounding of my pussy. My ass was being spanked, my hair was being pulled, forcing my open mouth on and off the middle dildo. All the while, I'm pretending to be a reluctant participant, imagining that I'm being taken by not one, not two, but five burly men, each one eager to claim a hole for themselves. 

In this fantastical scene, I was forced to use my little hands to keep the other two cocks hard and ready for their turn to ravish me. And when it all reached its climax (literally!) Daddy unleashed his load onto my face and into my mouth, a load of significant volume after his time in the cock cage. 

I collapsed back onto the bed, spent and exhausted, I couldn't help but giggle at the sheer audacity of it all. I checked the clock, noting that our 90-minute allowance was almost up, and soon Daddy's cock will be locked away once more, courtesy of Mistress Andrea. 

Speaking of whom, she gently let herself into the room, a knowing glint in her eye as she took in the sight of my disheveled state: cum-streaked face, smacked red bum, hair a mess...she couldn't help but chuckle at the state of me. 

When she clicked into the light I gasped at the state she was in, full Dominatrix mode and holding Daddy's cock cage seductively in her hand. She looked absolutely stunning, enough to stir the butterflies within me, not knowing her intentions. 

She looked down at Daddy and I on the bed, issuing her authoritative commands, making me believe we were about to be disciplined. 

"Both of you!" She hissed, "Down to the dungeon, NOW! Summer is already down there." 

But then she smiled, her gaze becoming maternal and loving as she slapped Daddy on the bare bum to hurry him along. 

"We need to celebrate Valentine's Day...as a family!" She giggled, while clicking behind us down the basement stairs. 

Happy belated Valentine's Day, everyone. Love, Mistress Andrea and her unconventional little family. 

Sarah Jane

💟

Continued in: Duality of BDSM

 

Almost out of Time

Continued from: Floating on a Cloud

[M/f] [F/mf] [chastity] [submissive] [FLR] [voyeur] [humiliation] 

A Sarah Jane story

Oh my goodness, I simply couldn't resist the opportunity to tantalize Daddy just a teensy bit! With the keys still clutched in my hand, I decided to prolong the suspense, to draw out the anticipation until it was almost unbearable. I remained resplendent in my little girl finery, the pink dress and knee socks a stark contrast to the decidedly adult game we were about to play. 

Slipping off my panties with a sly smile, I bared my sweetest assets, letting the warm bathroom air caress my skin. Then, with dramatic flair, I dangled the chastity keys directly over my quivering pussy, the metal glinting in the soft light like a wicked promise. 

My heart raced as I tested the waters even further, my voice dripping with desire. "Kneel down, Daddy, and crawl to the keys." The words hung in the room like a challenge, a dare to see how far he'd go to claim his freedom and maybe me. 

I knew, of course, that this little display might come at a cost later on, a stern reprimand - perhaps even a taste of Daddy's belt - but oh, the thrill of it was simply too delicious to resist! 

Daddy wouldn't do this to me, I'm his babygirl! But...on the other hand, what if I...I want him to? 

The scene unfolded like a decadent fantasy, every second a testament to the unbridled passion that coursed through our unique little household. Daddy's eager form crept closer, his hungry gaze fixed on the tantalizing keys dangling above my bared femininity. 

His lips eventually reached the prize, closing around the keys with such softness, as if savouring the promise of freedom. But I, the cunning little minx, had other plans. With a saucy chuckle, I whisked the keys away, returning them to their nest around my neck. And in the same fluid motion, I left his mouth hovering above my exposed pussy, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine. Yet another move that will most likely land me here...

My words dripped with seductive sweetness as I issued the ultimatum: "If you want to be unlocked, Daddy, you'll have to make me cum first." The challenge hung in the air, a gauntlet thrown down between us. Would he rise to the occasion, or remain trapped in his golden prison? 

As I succumbed to the expert ministrations of Daddy's tongue, my gaze wandered upward, my rolling eyes attempting to lock on to the bedside clock. Time seemed to warp and bend, stretching out the moments into an eternity of bliss. But even as I lost myself in the swirling vortex of pleasure, I remained acutely aware of the ticking seconds, counting down the remaining minutes of my allotted 45.

Meanwhile, Daddy's skilled mouth worked its magic, lavishing attention upon my sensitive clit and occasionally straying south to graze against my puckered asshole. The dual sensations combined in a crescendo of delight, threatening to overwhelm my senses at any moment. And then, suddenly, I was there - clawing at the bedding, my cries echoing through the room as I tumbled over the edge into a soul-shattering climax. 

For one fleeting instant, I forgot about keys, chastity cages, and D/s dynamics - and simply reveled in the pure, unadulterated joy of simply feeling alive. 

The aftermath of my orgasmic explosion left me in a haze of euphoria, my limbs limp and languid as a rag doll. I managed a feeble giggle, still reeling from the aftershocks, and carefully plucked the keys from around my neck. "Good boy," I cooed, presenting them to Daddy with an air of mock ceremony. The moment those golden keys touched the lock, his entire demeanour transformed - a subtle shift from supplicant to conqueror. 

In a flash, his meaty hands closed around my throat, the pressure firm yet playful, a gentle reminder of his dominance. 

Before I could process the sudden change in atmosphere, he dragged me forward, my body surrendering to his will as my head tilted off the side of the bed, my mouth gaping open in surprise. And then, without warning, he filled me with his magnificent cock, the sudden invasion sparking a fresh wave of arousal within me. 

As he began to fuck my throat with slow deliberate strokes, I felt my senses spinning into overdrive once more - trapped in a whirlpool of pleasure and submission, with Daddy now firmly at the helm. 

I played along, feigning resistance as I squirmed and wriggled beneath him, pretending to protest the invasive attentions. It was all a delicious charade, of course - for I secretly reveled in the mastery he exerted over me. Still, I had to maintain the illusion, if only for the sheer thrill it brought me. So I kicked my little knee socks, my legs flailing wildly as I attempted to break free from his grasp. 

That's when Daddy decided to correct me, his broad palm flashing downward to deliver a sharp smack directly onto my pussy. The sting was exquisite, followed by a flush of arousal that threatened to consume me whole. "Bad girl!" he scolded, his deep voice resonant with amusement. 

When the face fucking paused, Daddy asked me the whereabouts of my head harness and bit gag - the one with the delectable leather reins. I hesitated for a fraction of a second, still reeling from my pussy being smacked, before scrambling to obey. A sharp motivational slap on my bare bum helped spur me along, and I hastened to fetch the gag from the nightside drawer. 

Returning with the contraption in hand, I watched in vulnerable fascination as Daddy roughly divested me of my pretty pink dress, leaving me clad in nothing but knee socks and Mary Janes. The cool air caressed my skin as he set to work fastening the strict bit into my mouth, the supple leather harness creaking softly as he buckled it around my face. 

The thrill of surrender washed over me as Daddy grasped the reins attached to my bit harness, deftly guiding me upward onto the bed. His firm tug on the leather straps ensured my head remained up and alert, my back arching deeply as I assumed the requisite pose on all fours. 

Daddy's rhythmic pounding had me in a state of utter abandon, with my poor tits flopping about beneath me. The motion was so vigorous, so unrelenting, that I found myself drooling shamelessly onto the bedding, the bit gag and harness ensuring my humiliation was complete. 

Yet, perversely, I reveled in this debased state, my inner little girl squealing with glee at the sheer audacity of it all. Clad in nothing but my innocent white knee socks and glossy Mary Janes, I must have presented a ridiculous spectacle - a vision of contradictions, equal parts innocence and depravity. And still, I wouldn't have traded this sublime sensation for the world. 

Just as I was reaching the pinnacle of pleasure, the unmistakable sound of heels clicking on the floor echoed outside the door from down the hallway, signaling the imminent arrival of Mistress Andrea. I could feel the flurry of butterflies in my tummy in anticipation of her reaction to our little scene. 

Without warning she just strode into the room, her piercing gaze swept over us, taking in the entirety of the debauched, compromising activity before her. 

Daddy, ever the attentive servant to her will, subtly canted my reins to the left, forcing my head to turn toward Mistress and face her, as I continued to receive his furious fucking. Mistress simply folded her arms across her chest, her gaze fixed intently on her wristwatch - a stern reminder that our allotted time was rapidly dwindling. 

And then, in a flash of imperious authority, Mistress decreed her expectations: "You better cum into her pussy, Daddy," she drawled, her words sending lightning bolts of unexpected arousal directly to my core. "You're almost out of time."

I groaned into my gag like I've never groaned before, based on what Mistress just unexpectedly said. It was the hottest thing I've ever heard, and my pussy clenched down on Daddy instantly as I braced myself for orgasm. At the same time, with a final brutal stroke, Daddy unleashed his pent-up fury within me, his cock erupting in a frenzy of hot jizz and lust.

"Oh gawd!" I thought to myself," shrieking into my gag as I climaxed. "I need to ask Mommy to raise my allowance!" 

Sarah Jane 💗

Continued in: Any Given Sunday

Family Meeting

Continued from: There Must be Order

[F/mff] [F/ff] [littles] [Mommy] [Daddy] [DDLG] [cornertime] [spanking]

As I stood before my family, my heart swelled with a sense of purpose and determination. I knew that I had to establish the rules and boundaries of our unique dynamic, to ensure that we could all coexist harmoniously under one roof. I took a deep breath, my gaze sweeping over Summer and Sarah Jane, who sat obediently on the floor like two little girls waiting for story time. 

"I am Mommy or Ma'am," I declared, my voice ringing out calmly, my eyes boring into each of them in turn, daring them to challenge my authority. "And Russell is Daddy or Sir," I paused, watching as the girl's faces lit up with arousing delight. 

"That makes us sisters!" Summer whispered into Sarah's ear while the two of them giggled. 

I cut their antics short, "there will be rules," I stated, my voice carrying a note of finality, leaving no room for argument or negotiation. "And as always, strict consequences for those who fail to abide by them," I gazed down at the girls yet again, ensuring that they understood the gravity of my words.

"This applies to everyone," I added, my eyes glaring briefly to Russell, my eyebrow raised pointedly. I knew that he, too, needed to be held accountable, to understand that his role as Daddy came with its own set of obligations and limitations. He would not be immune to my consequences by virtue of his dominant title and role within our dynamic. 

"As much as I love you both and have assumed the role of head-of-household," I said, my voice warm and affectionate as I addressed Sarah Jane and Summer, "it is important that you understand that Daddy has disciplinary authority over you as well. He is your protector, your guide and your mentor, and it is his duty to ensure that you behave in a manner befitting of the young ladies you are."

I let my words sink in, watching as their eyes widened with a mix of excitement and arousal. "To that end," I continued, "Daddy's belt will always be hung on the back of his bedroom door, serving as a constant reminder of his authority and your obligation to obey him, much like my hairbrush, which is always displayed on my dresser." 

I could see the colour rising in their cheeks, their breath quickening at the mention of the belt, and I knew that the thought of being disciplined by Daddy held a certain sexual appeal for them both. 

"But remember," I cautioned, my tone growing stern, "punishment in this household is not a game, nor is it something to be taken lightly. You two are no strangers to being over Mommy's knee, what have I always told you two about punishment spankings?" 

The girls looked a bit puzzled, trying to remember the various rules and mantras that accompanied all the facets of a D/s lifestyle. 

"Daddy, help them out, please," I urged. 

"A true spanking doesn't begin, until you're wishing it was over," Russell declared out loud, his voice gritty and raspy. 

"Yes, Mommy," Sarah Jane and Summer chimed in unison, their faces filled with a combination of arousal and dread. I could see the wheels turning in their minds, no doubt conjuring up vivid fantasies of being bent over Daddy's knee, their tender bottoms and glistening pussies bared and vulnerable for all to see. 

I knew that the thought of being disciplined by him, of submitting to his firm yet loving guidance, was enough to send shivers of anticipation surging through their bodies, their panties dampening with arousal at the mere prospect. 

With a gentle wave of my hand, I dismissed Sarah Jane and Summer, sending them off to play in Sarah Jane's room. "Go on now, you two," I encouraged, my voice warm and indulgent. "Go off and colour or play dolls, but remember - keep your clothes on and hands to yourselves!" They nodded obediently and gave us both hugs, one by one. 

"Thank you Mommy, thank you Daddy," they both sweetly cooed, before scampering off, their excited laughter echoing through the hallway as they disappeared up the stairs. 

I watched them go with a fond smile, my heart swelling with love and pride for our little unconventional family. 

But there was still one more matter to attend to, one more piece of business that required my immediate attention, given all the temptation that was swirling and brewing in the home like a humid storm. Turning back to Russell, I held out my hand, the rigid black chastity cage balancing menacingly in my palm as I worked the gold key into the lock to separate the two pieces. 

"I believe it's time for us to have a little chat about the autonomy of that penis of yours...or lack of autonomy, rather." 

His eyes widened in surprise, a faint blush creeping across his cheeks as he realized what I had in store for him. 

"Come here, darling," I commanded softly, undoing his jeans and hiking them down to his ankles. "It's not that I don't trust you, Russell," I spoke softly as I worked the base ring around his testicles. "It's those two I don't trust," smiling and gesturing to the staircase that the girls just scampered up. 

"Now," I explained, as I fitted the inescapable tube over his flaccid shaft, "this isn't a permanent fixture. I am going to be holding both of these gold keys but that doesn't mean you'll never be unlocked. You may ask me to unlock you anytime, Sarah Jane can too, but there might be terms that come along with such freedom." 

Russell dutifully replied with a "yes, Ma'am," as I locked the brass mechanism and retained both of the keys. 

"Gold, huh?" Russell remarked, as he surveyed the two keys in my palm. 

"Yes, huni, gold suits you," I praised with affection. "And something tells me, 2025 is going to be a golden year for us."  

"Now be a darling and go run a bath for me, there's a 1997 Knight's Valley in the cellar, a glass of that as well please..."

"Oh...and on your way to the en suite, 'Daddy,' tell the girls to stop jumping on Sarah's bed," I smiled and winked at him as he said, "yes, Ma'am," before hurrying off. 

"Daddy, look what I can do," Summer's cheerful voice echoed down the staircase. 

I giggled to myself and shook my head at the absurdness of our new family and its dynamics, imagining the possibilities of the coming year.  

I think this will be a golden year for us indeed. I'm looking forward to all the great things we'll get up to in 2025! 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: National Treasure

  

There Must be Order

Continued from: It Will Heal

[F/mff] [F/ff] [littles] [Mommy] [Daddy] [DDLG] [cornertime] [spanking] [Lolita] [Kawaii]

As the front door closed behind Bella and Cassandra, I allowed myself a moment to reflect on the events of the past few hours, on the emotional rollercoaster that I just guided them through. Spanked, humiliated, but reconciled. I felt a sense of satisfaction, of accomplishment, knowing that Cassandra was going to stay with her mom for a few days, before coming back to see Summer and I for an inevitable, tearful goodbye, before she returns to the U.K. 

But my reverie was short-lived, interrupted by the sound of giggles and chatter emanating from the foyer. I turned to see Summer, Sarah Jane and Russell entering the house, their arms laden with shopping bags, the girl's faces flushed with excitement and enthusiasm. 

"We're back!" Summer announced, her voice bubbling with energy. "And you won't believe what we found! The cutest little outfits for Sarah, we actually found an adult baby store."

And some really kinky fetish wear too, stuff that'll make Daddy drool!" She giggled, shooting Russell a playful wink, which he returned with a sheepish grin, his cheeks colouring at the mention of his desires.   

Sarah Jane, for her part, seemed almost giddy with anticipation, bouncing on the balls of her little sneakers, her eyes sparkling with delight. 

"Can we try stuff on, Mommy?" Summer asked me, her voice breathless with eagerness. "Please, please, pretty please?" 

"I want us to model our outfits for you and Daddy!" Sarah added, equally as enthused. 

"Of course, sweetheart," I replied, my tone warm and affectionate. "Why don't you and Summer take the bags upstairs and start sorting through your new treasures? I'll join you in a moment, once Russell and I have some grown-up conversation." 

Sarah squealed with joy, grabbing several of the bags from Summer's hands and raced up the stairs with Summer hot on her heels. As they disappeared from view, I turned my attention to Russell, my expression softening, my gaze lingering on his handsome face, on the lines and contours that I once knew so intimately. 

"This feels right, doesn't it, our little unconventional family?" I murmured to him, reaching out to caress the back of his neck into a warm embrace. "This whole 'Mommy' and 'Daddy' thing, you and I...our two little ones." I gestured my head toward the giggles coming from upstairs, but soon felt the spill of a tear rolling down my cheek, triggered by the memory of recent events and the emotions of today. 

"We almost lost you, Russ." 

"I'm here now, Andrea, for as long as you'll have us." His voice vibrated into my chest with a raspy growl, a few octaves deeper than before and way more gritty, an apparent biproduct of the smoke inhalation but it suited him, it was rugged and sexy.  

"I made things right with Bella and Cassie," I remarked, wiping away my tear and smiling, "they actually just left." 

"Jesus, how'd you do that?" Russell laughed aloud. 

"Let's just say...I can be rather convincing when I need to," I kissed his cheek and took him by the hand to the couch, just as Summer came bounding into the room with a squeal.

The little spider monkey did a dolphin dive onto the cushions right beside us. 

"Do you like my shorts, Daddy?" Summer boldly asked, all while twerking her figure-skater arse, right in Russell's face. 

"Summer Addison!" I scolded playfully, do we need to have a little chat, you and I...upstairs?" I clicked my tongue in my mouth and raised an eyebrow at her. "Where's Sarah Jane?" 

Summer explained that Sarah's outfits were a little more "involved", but would be down shortly. "Wait until you see her sparkly little Docs! I picked them out!" Summer proudly declared. 

After a few more twerks of her ass and a sharp slap by me to get her to stop, Summer led Russell and I to the den, where Sarah was waiting in one of her new outfits. 

"Mommy, Daddy, close your eyes!" Summer excitedly suggested, as she led us both by the hand. 

"Okaaaaaaay....open!" 

"Well, aren't you just an adorable little princess," I cooed to Sarah, as she crossed one ankle behind the other and dipped into a curtsey. 

"Daddy do you like my dress?" She cutely squeaked out, batting her eyelashes at him. Before Russell had a chance to respond, she boldly blurted out, "Daddy, can we fuck in my new outfit?" 

Summer, not missing a beat, is practically vibrating with excitement beside me, her own eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation. "Oooo, Mommy, can I help Daddy? I'm the best little helper!" 

I shook my head, knowing that my head-of-household (HoH) intervention would soon be required. The lustful energies that had been building since Russell and Sarah moved in, threatened to overwhelm the delicate balance of our unique dynamic and the roles we all played for each other. 

"Alight, everyone," I said firmly, my voice cutting through the sexually charged atmosphere like a knife. "It's time for a little family meeting, there must be order in this household." 

...and it was "Mommy's" job to uphold it. 

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Family Meeting

"Come on, let's Colour"

Continued from: The Facility U.K.

[MF/ff] [F/f] [f/f] [littles] [BDSM] [DDLG] [MDLG] [spanking] [bisexual] 

A Sarah Jane story

As the knock sounded at our front door, I looked up from my colouring book, my eyes wide with curiosity. "Daddy, someone's at the door!" I exclaimed, my voice high and childlike. "I'm too little to answer it by myself. Can you get it, pweeease?" I asked, gazing up at Russell with a pleading expression. 

He smiled indulgently and rose from his armchair, setting aside his book. "Of course, sweetheart," he replied, kissing my forehead affectionately as he passed by. I watched him go, admiring the way his muscles rippled beneath his shirt and the confident swagger of his gait. 

As Daddy opened the door, I heard a familiar voice, and my heart leapt with joy. "Summer!" I squealed, jumping up from the floor and rushing to the entryway. There, standing on our doorstep, was our dear friends Mistress Andrea and Summer. 

Summer, dressed in the cutest pink overall skirt, white nylons and sporting adorable pigtails, was shocked to see me in knee socks and plaid once again. Without hesitation, I threw myself into her arms, giggling with delight as we embraced. 

"Sarah Jane, tus es a nouveau soumise?" she chuckled as she spoke. I looked to Mistress for a translation, who had her eyebrow raised at Daddy. 

"You two switched again, didn't you?" Mistress Andrea asked, with an undertone of judgement in her voice. 

Summer and I jumped up and down on the spot, as I saw Mistress smirk and shake her head. "Oh my goodness, look at you two!" Her eyes twinkling with amusement as she took in the sight of two adult women, dressed the way we were. "You're just too precious for words." 

Glancing up at Daddy, I saw a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, his eyes softening as he watched us. "Why don't you girls go play while "Daddy" and I catch up?" Mistress suggested, her tone warm and encouraging. 

"That sounds like fun, Ma'am," I agreed eagerly, grabbing Summer's hand and tugging her towards the living room. "Come on, let's colour!" As we settled onto the floor, surrounded by crayons and colouring books, I could hear the low murmur of adult conversation drifting in from the kitchen.

I knew that Daddy and Mistress Andrea were discussing the intricacies of our dynamic flip, the complex dance of power and submission that defined our relationship. 

But in that moment, I was content to lose myself in the simple joys of being a little again, to revel in the companionship of my dear friend and the comforting presence of my beloved Daddy. As Summer and I chatted and laughed, our hands moving in tandem as we filled the pages with vibrant hues, I felt a profound sense of peace wash over me. This was where I belonged, nestled in the warmth of our home, surrounded by the people I loved most in the world. 

As Summer and I sat cross-legged on the living room floor, our heads bent over our colouring books, I couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship with my fellow age-regressed submissive. We may have taken different paths to arrive at this place, but in many ways, our journeys mirrored one another, reflecting the deep-seated desires and vulnerabilities that drove us to seek out these unique dynamics. 

"You know, Summer," I began, my voice barley above a whisper as I selected a bright pink crayon from the box between us, "I really missed calling him 'Daddy', I kinda just missed being adorable and cute, you know?" 

I pulled up some content on my phone to show Summer. "Here, like this." 

"Do you know what I mean?" I asked, as I thumb-flicked to the next one. 

Summer nodded in understanding, her own crayon pausing mid-stroke as she listening intently. "Oui, I know exactly what you mean," she replied softly. "There's a certain freedom in letting go, in surrendering yourself to someone else's care and guidance. It's like you can finally breathe again, after holding your breath for so long." 

I smiled, grateful for her empathy and insight. 

"Even when he has to punish me, I know it's because he cares. It's not always easy, and the spankings definitely suck sometimes, but at the end of the day, I know that he's doing it because he loves me." 

Summer reached out and squeezed my hand, her touch warm and reassuring. "That's the most important thing," she agreed. "Knowing that you're loved and protected, no matter what." 

Summer eventually talked me into getting my top and skirt off and started playing with my boobs, giggling and pinching my nipples through the delicate fabric. I pleaded with her to stop, reminding her that we're about to get in trouble if we're caught. 

I couldn't help but overhear snippets of the conversation between Mistress and Daddy. 

"Here, take these," Mistress said to Daddy, and I heard the jingle of keys changing hands. "They're for the Facility. Please keep an eye on the place while we're gone."

I turned to Summer, my eyes wide with excitement for her. "Are you and Mistress Andrea going on a trip?" I asked, bubbling with enthusiasm. Summer nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Oui! We rented a cottage in the woods up north. It's suppose to be absolutely gorgeous, with a cozy fireplace and a big, steaming hot tub, it's going to be so romantic."  

Summer drew me in for a passionate kiss, I suddenly felt her hand slip into my panties, her fingers teasing my sensitive folds. "Summer!" I gasped, shocked but aroused. "What are you doing?" She just grinned and kissed me again to muffle my moans as I melted under her expert touch. 

Just then, I heard Daddy's voice in the opening to the kitchen. "Now, now, you two," he admonished, his tone firm but playful. "Girls, behave yourselves," he warned, giving us a wink in the process. 

Summer withdrew her fingers from my pussy, leaving me squirming with unsatisfied desire. I picked up my crayon, determined to focus on anything but the throbbing need between my thighs. 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Cabin Fever