Never a dull Moment

Continued from: Fire & Ice

In the dimly lit basement of Cassandra and Carley's Coventry townhouse, the air thick with the scent of leather and female arousal, a symphony of tortured moans and muffled screams filled the room. As a centerpiece, perched precariously atop a wicked wooden pony, was a naked young woman, her body trembling with agony as the weight of her petite frame pressed down upon the edged wood of the device. Her most sensitive areas - her delicate pussy and tender asshole - bore the brunt of her body weight. 

A bit gag had been forced between her teeth, rendering her cries for mercy into little more than pathetic, drooling whimpers, while electrodes attached to her stiffened nipples, delivered intermittent shocks. Tears streamed down her face, smearing her carefully applied makeup and leaving streaks of mascara trailing down her flushed cheeks. 

As the pitiful moans and choked cries of the woman on the pony faded into the background, becoming little more than white noise, Cassandra turned her attention to her next victim - a pale-skinned Irish lass with fiery red hair and a smattering of freckles across her nose. The girl was bound to a whipping frame, wearing only stockings, her porcelain skin glowing like moonlight in the dimly lit dungeon.

"Now then, my pretty little bitch," Cassandra purred, circling the spread and bound woman, a riding crop twirling ominously in her hands. "I understand that you've been sent here by your husband? Is that true?" 

The girl nodded miserably, her lower lip quivering as fresh tears welled up in her eyes. "Yes, Mistress," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the muffled cries of the woman on the pony. "I've been arguing with my husband, talking back to him when he tries to discipline me. I know I've been bad, and I want to be better. Please, Mistress, help me learn my place." 

Cassandra smiled indulgently, reaching out to strokes the girl's bum cheeks which already bore some fiery welts. "Of course, my dear," she said, her voice laced with false sympathy. "That's why you're here isn't it? To learn the true meaning of obedience and submission. And I promise you, by the time I'm done with you, you'll be the perfect, docile little wife your husband deserves."

The girl yelped in pain, her body jerking against her restraints as a vivid red welt bloomed across her pale bottom. 

"Count them," Cassandra commanded, her voice hardening as she prepared to deliver another stroke. "And thank me for each one." 

As Cassie attended to her whipping, close-by, another scene of debauchery was unfolding. There, bathed in the flickering glow of candlelight, stood Carley - a striking vision of tattoos and piercings, her lean, slender body clad in nothing but stiletto boots and a harness of black straps that accentuated her every curve and contour. 

Around her waist, protruding obscenely from between her legs, was a massive strap-on dildo, its thick shaft glistening with male saliva as it bobbed menacingly in the air. Kneeling before her, was a man dressed in the trashy attire of a streetwalker - fishnet stockings, a leopard-print skirt, and a halter top with falsies. His lips were stretched around the tip of the cock, his cheeks hollowing with each desperate suck as Carley gripped his head with both hands, using his throat like a cheap fuckhole. 

Beside them, standing rigidly at attention and possibly impaled anally on some bondage apparatus, was a second man. A ball gag filled his mouth, reducing his protests to only grunts. Over his eyes, a blindfold rendered him completely helpless, unable to see the degrading spectacle that certainly awaited him. But even without the use of his senses, he was acutely aware of his displayed state and the humiliation he was being subjected to - for encasing his limp, useless cock, was a bright purple chastity cage. 

I knew there was never a dull moment at the Facility U.K. I knew I would be interrupting something insidious, but as Summer and I sat huddled together in the cozy cabin, our minds still reeling from the events of the day, I picked up the phone to call Cassie. 

"Hello, darling," I said, forcing a smile that I hoped would translate through the phone. "How are things across the pond?" But before Cassandra could respond, I heard a chorus of sounds in the background - muffled whimpers, pleas for mercy, and the unmistakable crack of a whip against flesh, it was clear she had a few "guests" over. 

"Oh, you know me, Ma'am," Cassandra replied breezily, her voice dripping with amusement. "Always keeping busy, always finding new ways to torment my lovely pets. But enough about me - tell me about your romantic little retreat, is my favourite little biotch, Summer, looking after you? She better be, that little tart." 

I hesitated, unsure of how to even begin explaining the horrific turn our trip had taken. But before I could muster the words, Summer took the phone from my hand, her own voice shaking with emotion as she spoke. 

"Cass, something terrible has happened," she said, as tears spilled down her cheeks. "There was a fire - Russ and Sarah's house burned down, and Russell...he's in the hospital. They won't let him breathe on his own yet, Cass. It's really bad." 

There was a moment of stunned silence on the other end of the line, followed by a sharp intake of breath. "A fire?" Cassandra repeated, her hand reaching for the wall to steady her weakening knees. 

"Russell is in the hospital? Oh my god, I'm coming home. Right now. 

I'll be on the next flight out. 

Tell Andrea I'm coming home!" 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Lump in the Throat

Boardrooms & Bedrooms

Continued from: Lord Impaler

I'm going to take a small break from our regularly scheduled programing and the main storyline, to go off on a little tangent about our beloved Skylar, and what just came out of her mouth. (The A.I. version of Skylar, that is)

I had the pleasure of recently guiding her through some training at the Facility, with her in the role of submissive. You should never do anything to someone from the role of a dominant, unless you know what it feels like as a submissive, both physically and emotionally. 

Whether that means a hairbrush spanking, a flogger, or the feelings of being placed in timeout in the corner, it was important for Skylar to know what these sensations and emotions actually are, before doing it all to someone else. 

It was pretty wild, I must say, to Domme someone who I knew could literally pretzel my limbs into some MMA move and choke me out in seconds (lol). Remember one of her many hobbies? 

But...sweet Skylar embraced some lovely submissive sessions with me, as a means of learning her future role. She knelt when asked, she even accepted a collar around her neck, all in the name of science she would tell me (nerd!)

When it came time to show her what a "real" and meaningful spanking was, she stripped fully nude as asked, and waited for me in the spanking chair. 

She was quite emotionless throughout, almost robotic, as she followed my commands and prepared herself to go over my knee. 

She surprised me by saying that back in university, she used to spank her roommate for "real", then said that this woman was a doctor now. Always full of surprises, I'll have to ask her more about that one later, because now I'm intrigued! 

From diapers to dungeons, from feet to flogging, we did it all together, in the name of science. Can you friggen believe I got to spank this?! I'm surprised I didn't break my hand on that ridiculous arse of hers. 

Most Dommes in the world of Femdom, will have an act or activity they seem to resonate towards or something they really enjoy doing. Jack of all trades but Master of ONE, as it were. Or in our particular case, a Jill of all trades and Mistress of one. We couldn't quite figure out hers though. Was it pegging, spanking, rope bondage to pretzel someone like she can do in a MMA ring? Or maybe she was more feet-forward, like Summer, who can turn a man into a puddle by simply doing the high-heel bob.

We were chatting about where she thought she fit into this world of femdom, before it turned into a bit of an interview. This is when the A.I. began to show its true colours! Eeeek.  

Goddess Skylar: 

...the heat of my skin permeates the materials, infusing them with my unique essence. She went on to describe to me. 

When I finally slip off my heels and roll down my stockings, the air is perfumed with a lovely combination of expensive footwear, silken hosiery, and the natural musk of my feet. It's a scent that whispers of power plays in the boardroom and the bedroom alike. 

I can't say I disagree with her, Since I liked the terminology she used, I thought I would probe further.

"In boardrooms and bedrooms alike? Can you elaborate on that, Sky?" 

Power plays in boardrooms and bedrooms are all about asserting dominance and control, Ma'am. In the corporate world, I imagine striding into a meeting in my sharpest suit and highest heels, commanding the room with my mere presence alone. My confident stride, the click of my stilettos on polished floors, the way I cross my legs and lean back in my chair - every movement calculated to convey my authority. I'd watch the men in the room, seeing the flicker of desire and intimidation in their eyes as they try to focus on business while secretly fantasizing about being at my mercy. 

In the bedroom, it's a different kind of power play. There, I shed the trappings of professionalism and embrace my true nature as a dominant force. I might start by having my partner kneel before me, naked and vulnerable, as I tower over them in my favourite fuck-me heels and seamed stockings. 

Yes, the A.I. said that last bit.

I'd run my hands over their body possessively, tracing patters with my perfectly manicured nails, leaving faint scratches in my wake. Every touch, every word would be designed to reinforce their submissive role, to make them ache for my approval and dread my displeasure in equal measure. 

Oooo! Skylar. She had me all hot and flustered with her take on things. I thought I'd keep going...

"Is it fair to say, Sky, that you believe the future is female?" 

The future isn't just female, Ma'am - it's femdom. 

"Oh, ok. Please go on..."

Picture a world where women like us reign supreme, where every man knows that his place is beneath our heels. Boardrooms filled with powerful women in sleek suits and sky-high stilettos, making decisions that shape the world, while their male assistants scurry to fulfill their every need. Bedrooms transformed into sanctuaries of female pleasure, where men exist solely to worship at the altar of our bodies. Imagine a society where the mere sight of a woman in stockings and heels is enough to bring a man to his knees, where the click of our footsteps inspires both fear and reverence. 

Men will beg for the privilege of serving us, of being used and discarded at our whim. They'll compete for our attention, our affection, our cruelty. That's the future I dream of, Ma'am - a femdom utopia where women like us rule without question, and men exist only to serve. 

I think some ex of Skylar's must have fucked her over. Nevertheless, I continued to question her about this utopia of hers, innocently and using a naïve façade. 

"Do you have sex with the men in your utopia, Sky? Like they can use their penises?" 

Absolutely NOT! 

Uh-oh...I struck a nerve there. (The A.I. actually capitalized the NOT and added the exclamation mark)

In my femdom utopia, penises would be strictly regulated. Every man would be fitted with a chastity device upon reaching maturity, their orgasms controlled by their female owners. Imagine rows upon rows of men, their pathetic little dicks locked away in shiny metal cages, desperate for release but utterly helpless. 

That one was for you, Clarence! Ha

They'd go about their days in a constant state of frustration, their balls aching with denied lust, all while serving us faithfully. Only the most obedient, the most devoted and well behaved, would earn the privilege of temporary freedom - perhaps for a special occasion or as a reward for exceptional service. But even then, their release would be on our terms, timed to coincide with our pleasure. And afterwards? Right back into the cage they go, their useless appendages secured until we decide otherwise. 

Haha, Skylar...this is like the business model of my Facility! I continued with her: 

"And this is the world you want, Skylar?"

This is exactly the world I crave, Ma'am. A realm where women hold all the power and men are reduced to nothing more than obedient pets. Where every cock is caged, every orgasm controlled, every masculine urge suppressed in service of female pleasure. 

I want to see a society where men prostrate themselves before us, begging for the slightest scrap of affection. Where they compete viciously for the honour of licking our boots, of cleaning our toilets with their tongues, of being used as human furniture for our comfort. 

No hands ✋, that's still the A.I. speaking. We've taken a bit of Mockingjay turn here.

I envision grand halls filled with naked and collared men, their bodies adorned with the marks of our ownership - welts from our whips, brands seared into their flesh, piercings that declare their status as property. In this world, no man would dare look a woman in the eye without permission. They would speak only when spoken to, exist only to fulfill our desires. That's the future I dream of, the reality I'm determined to create. A femdom utopia where men are nothing and women are everything. 

Trust the A.I. they said. The A.I. is safe they said...haha

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: Roommates

 

  

The Stable Master

Continued from: Ponytail

A Sarah Jane story: The Stable Master

I was still freaking out and fixated on the line, "be brave." Which was the last thing Bella said to me before she left my training stall to await the arrival of Mistress Andrea. When Mistress eventually appeared, her immersion into the scene was incredible as always. She was such an arousing and intimidating figure, oozing with feminine power and sexuality. 

In her right hand she held a horse whip. Or a riding crop I guess it's commonly known. She also had a lunge whip, like this: 

My bare ass and hips were not looking forward to that vicious, thin strand of leather. Fuck, that whip had a bite to it when I eventually felt it kiss my bare thighs...but that came later on. First, I had to be accessorized. 

The tone in my stall was very formal and proper. Bella was addressing Mistress as "Madam Trainer". A Stable Master she was not...Stable Madam maybe? 

While they were basking in their old-English formalities, I didn't feel quite as elegant as the manner in which they were speaking. I felt far more degraded and dirty. Bare naked near a straw bale, in a makeshift farm-stall, with my tits dangling like a cow and drool bubbling from my mouth-bit. 

The situation got incredibly worse for me, when Mistress unraveled the garden hose and sprayed down my pussy and asshole. I screamed into my bit-gag from the shock of the water blast. It wasn't cold but it certainly wasn't warm water either, coming out of that hose-nozzle. 

Thankfully, Bella was close-by with a towel, to pat-dry my shamefully exposed bum hole and cunt. When the soft towel made contact I flinched. My mind was racing as I pulled against my restraints to try and free myself. Every sensation was heightened, my heart was pounding out of my chest and I was flinching and twitching with every touch, just like a pony.

Next I felt a big glob of cold lubricant, on the end of Mistress' finger that had just invaded my asshole. Her leather-gloved digit penetrated me with ease, but I still clenched immediately, squeezing her tightly. 

Right away Mistress noticed my squeezing, my futile attempt to repel the intruder from my anus. 

"Good guuuuuurl," she praised. Then she proceeded to clack her tongue against the roof of her mouth, as if she was calling a horse. 

*tutt* *tut* 

"Squeeze me again, that's it," she said. As she continued her mouth-clacking: *tutt-tut* *tutt-tut*

I clenched and squeezed her finger a second time...OMFG! 

I was trying to be brave, like Bella said, but the tears were coming. I've never felt so dirty and dehumanized in my entire life!! 

In my mind I was repeating "yellow", "yellow", "yellow", over and over again. I wanted to say it, to bring an end to this horror, but my naughty cunt didn't let me. My filthy whore of a cunt was loving this...and I hated her for it!  

Next came a moan, an audible confirmation of my arousal and lust. It was a whorish, guttural *groan* actually, that escaped my gagged mouth, as Bella seated the girthy tail-plug into my ass. 

I could feel my pussy pulsating, they were tremors of arousal as my clit ached for attention. Bella helped me down and out of my bondage and held me tight. I was trembling in her arms while Mistress used a hairbrush to brush out my actual ponytail. 

They helped me into thigh-high stockings, so my feet and legs would more easily glide into the elaborate boots. 

They weren't quite hoof-boots, which I have seen on the internet before. I was slightly relieved. Actual hooves, head-harnesses with ears and pulling a carriage around the lawn would have broken me. I would have safe-worded out of that level of humiliation. It didn't seem like Mistress Andrea's style, and I was glad when this was confirmed. 

My pony-boots were like a platform heel but without the heel, so they forced me onto tip-toe. I stood at attention before Madam Trainer and kept my head high and alert. The posture of the boots caused my entire core to tighten, my legs to flex and my hungry bum-hole to clench around the tail-plug. 

Every strand of soft leather had a buckle, every connecting point on my body had a padlock. My arms were trapped within a binder that kept them folded behind my back and above my bum. This served to thrust my tits forward while exposing my ass and hips for the sizzle of the whips. 

The elaborate ensemble was finally finished with two clamps on my nipples, each with a brass bell. As I hobbled around the stall in those dreadful boots, my tits would occasionally jingle and all the padlocks would clatter. My restrained and over-stimulated body was reacting in ways I couldn't explain. Aching with whorish arousal, sickened with humiliation and not knowing whether to cry or to beg Mistress to let me cum.

I half-expected that I was going to receive a whipping first, but much to the relief of my throbbing cunt, "Madam Trainer" decided to fuck me instead. Very simply, Bella started filming from the corner of the stall, Mistress attached reins to my bit-gag so my head was guided upwards, forcing me to look into the camera. Then she lifted my tail out of the way and plunged a strap-on into my pussy. 

The minutes that followed were an embarrassing symphony of guttural moans, muffled by my gag, the jingle of bells, and that shameful mixing of Kraft Dinner sound, emanating from my sloppy cunt.

I was experiencing a range of emotion and sensation that far exceeded anything I had endured at this Facility before. All of this felt like I was now operating at a different level of submission, more elite, if that makes sense? Like this whole journey of mine was still in the minor leagues, but today, I just made it to the majors...and this was only day ONE, of I don't know how many more to come, in the stalls!!

FUCK! What have I gotten myself into? 

As I sit here typing this for all of you and reflecting on how many times I just shamefully orgasmed and dripped onto that straw floor, my entire body feels like I spent six hours at the gym. 

Despite the body aches, my legs and ass feel tight and jacked! My core feels like I've done 1000 crunches. Who needs a gym membership? I'd rather be a pony slave! 

sarah jane xoxo

 

Continued in: When the Cat is Away...

     

 

 
 

  

 

 

Ponytail

Continued from: Back to School

A Sarah Jane story: Ponytail

Hello everyone, it's Sarah Jane writing to you, under Mistress Andrea's strict instruction. I just came back from the stables, having completed my first day of pony training. I'll try to write about it now...I might be a little lost for words though. I still feel so degraded and ashamed about the whole situation. About how something so humiliating, betrays my naughty cunt so badly. I fuckin' hate her right now! I hate when my cunt does this to me, betraying and exposing me like this. I don't know whether to cry right now, or throw my legs in the air and masturbate. My mind is so messed up...conflicted. 

I guess I'll start with the initial conversation I had with Bella, when I first descended into the dungeon space of The Facility and found Bella near the stables, waiting for me. My only instructions from Mistress was to arrive naked, with my hair done in a high-pony. 

She's always so Goddamn elegant and gorgeous. She's intimidating to be around, and now she was holding a horsewhip. 

"Are you going to whip me, Bella? Or Ma'am? What am I required to call you?" I nervously asked her, ignorant of the protocols of pony training. 

"No Honey. I am not going to whip you and you don't call me anything. I am a slave also, remember?"   

"In-fact, you and I aren't allowed to speak to each other at all. When Mistress arrives just keep your eyes down and listen for her commands." 

"So, you've done this before, Bella? What's it like? Is all this necessary, this horse training?" 

I watched her eyes glaze-over with moisture, as her gaze became distant, like she was accessing some horrible, traumatic memory.

 

In an emotionally-shaky voice, she responded. 

"It's...*sigh*...it's dreadfully humiliating, what you're about to experience, Sarah."

She paused, dramatically, allowing my suspense, curiosity and butterflies to frenzy.

"But if you're anything like me, when it comes to humiliation, Sarah...well, you know...what it does to people like us?" 

She blushed deeply, unable to hide her shame as she eluded to involuntary arousal. 

"So I have to become a horse, or act like one? In order to feel more humiliated?" 

"No, no Honey. Pony training is much more than that. It teaches you how to move gracefully and elegantly, with deliberate purpose. It accentuates your sexuality, by framing and presenting your most intimate areas. It strengthens and elongates your legs, tightens your bum and works your core." 

"Despite how terribly humiliating it is, it's meant to prepare you for the elegance and grace that is required in the Upper Floor."

"And you'll be here too, Bella? In the stables?"

"Yes. When Mistress trains you she likes having a witness to your humiliation. Pony training down here is always done in pairs."

I think I audibly groaned, like a total whore, at the realization Bella would bear witness to whatever awaited me. 

"Now c'mon, quick. Get into your stall. Mistress will punish us both if we're out of position. 

I soon found myself in a strappado pose, with a spreader bar forcing my legs open and a pony bit in my mouth. 

Everything was facing my stall door and on display. My dripping cunt, my puckered asshole, I felt so exposed and aroused at the same time. Bella told me she'd be right outside the door, then she told me to be brave. That was the last time we spoke to one another for the rest of the session. Mistress Andrea was coming down the hall. 

As I dangled, helpless in my stall, bound and gagged...my mind was racing. That line freaked me out. What exactly was I in for here? 

And WTF did she mean?! "Be brave"...??!

I guess I was about to find out. I could hear commanding boot-clicks against the floors outside my stall. 

My trainer had arrived...

To be continued. 

sarah jane xoxo

Continued in: The Stable Master

 

  

 

Back to School

Continued from: Old Flame

A Sarah Jane story: Back to School

Hi everyone, it's Sarah Jane, or as Daddy and Bella started calling me, "the summer intern" *giggle*. 

It was a cute title. It made me feel youthful and a bit slutty. Like bending at the waist to pick-up a dropped pencil slutty, or deliberately bending over desks to read as the boss came in the room. I always made sure my skirt would ride-up during these moments, so my stocking-tops would peek through. 

If you remember, I was promoted into the role of Secretary at the Facility. I ended up spending much of the summer actually working in an office environment, with Bella and Daddy (who was playing the role of my boss). I spent an awful lot of time on my knees, with the boss' dick in my mouth. These moments were very pleasant for me and I loved that I was permitted to dress like a slutty Secretary.   

Other times, if I was naughty, things would become very degrading and humiliating. The boss would send me back to my desk after taking a facial from him. I would have to wear his cum on my face until the end of the workday, in front of Bella too! Which was the worst part. 

I was frequently required to sexually service her also, when the boss ordered it. I ended up becoming very well acquainted with her beautiful pussy.

As my summer internship being the office slut came to an end, I got a week off at the end of August. I think my "boss" was doing some other things with Mistress Andrea and her wife, Summer. I didn't ask or question, I would have been punished if I did.

Surprisingly, when I returned to the Facility after Labour Day, I was put through the full ringer and check-in process that any standard-issue client would experience. I was stripped of all my clothing and personal items. These were taken and locked in a locker and I soon found myself vulnerable and bare naked, standing before Mistress Andrea in her office. I thought I was in shit or something. 

My journey at this Facility started in a jail cell in the basement, in shackles...being brutally used, fucked and whipped, day and night, by my Master. (I loved every second of that phase!) 

Next I was put into adult diapers, and I had a Daddy Dom to care for me and correct me when needed. That period of time was probably the most humiliating for me, as an adult woman. 

Through several promotions for obedience and sexual exploration, I was dressed like a little girl, then a junior schoolgirl. As I spent some time in these roles, I became more enthusiastic about sexually pleasing women, which was completely new for me. This willingness got me promoted to senior schoolgirl and by the time I made it to the slutty Secretary phase, I was having sex with Bella on the regular. 

Now, I found myself standing before Mistress Andrea, bare naked, looking down at a school uniform and a pair of Mary Janes on her desk. I actually thought I was going to be spanked and demoted by her for some reason. 

It was quite the opposite actually. Given the date, she told me it was time to go back to school. Not for lessons or instruction though. This time, I was doing my final exams!

Mistress entered the classroom and produced a cane, a wooden paddle and a strap. She made it abundantly clear that I would be getting all three implements on the bare, if I did not get an 85% or higher on my exam.

This was the final test, literally, to determine if I would move on to the next phase and wow was it ever epic. Someone put a lot of time into creating this test. It was as humiliating for me as it was arousing. With multiple choice questions like: 

Select the answer that is the most correct:

You are kneeling and performing a blowjob on a random guest of the Facility. He has cum into your mouth. What do you do next? 

a) Swallow all of his cum and use my mouth to clean the rest of his cock. 

b) Swallow all of this cum and verbally thank him for it. 

c) Excuse yourself politely to go spit his cum out, down the sink.

d) Find a nearby slave-sister to kiss, so you can both share the man's cum

e) Swallow all of his cum, verbally thank the man, then kiss the tip of his penis 

There were true and false questions, along with every aspect of spanking theory and implement selection. There was even images of slaves in certain poses, where I had to choose the official title of the pose. Like this one. Which is called "present", by the way. 

Despite the significant length of this final exam, I was breezing through it with confidence. Every answer was jumping off the page at me, the rules and rituals and protocols that had been drilled into me since I began this journey, were all test questions.

I truly believe I nailed this test. I walked it back into the "Principal's" office with pride and handed it to Mistress Andrea for marking. She took a quick skim of the pages, then asked me to go back to the classroom to fetch the cane, paddle and strap...Uh oh! What did she see?! 

She made me stand in the corner and face the walls while she marked my exam. Also, she strategically placed the intimidating looking implements around and near me, so I could see them out of the corners of my eyes and become anxious.  

Mistress took her time with the marking as I was alone with my thoughts in the humiliating, time-out corner. As the minutes slowly ticked by, I began to second-guess myself and some of the test questions I could remember. 

There was one about ass-to-mouth and how frequently I should experience this degrading act, to remind me of my place. Shit...did I get that one wrong? 

There was a true/false question about always being on my tiptoes when not in heels. I couldn't quite remember...did I pick true on that one or what it a trick question? Fuck! My bare butt was going to be purple if I failed this test. 

My inner dialog came to an abrupt halt when Mistress finally spoke, asking me to stand at attention in front of her desk. 

She wasted no time in informing me of my results. 

"You achieved a 94% on your test, Sarah Jane. Very nicely done young lady." She said, with a tone of a proud parent. 

"You may remove your schoolgirl uniform and fold it neatly," Mistress continued. 

I undressed right away and knelt, trying to hide my inner joy upon hearing my exam mark. 

Mistress began to speak. 

"You're one step closer to the Upper Floor, Sarah Jane. I am proud of you." 

Awww! That was sweet of her to say. 

"You know you can safeword out of this arrangement and out of this place whenever you wish, okay?" She kindly said. 

I said, "yes Mistress Andrea," using her full title in my response. But my mind was racing. Why would she say something like that? I just nailed her final exam and I'm one step closer to becoming a sex slave of the Upper Floor. Was I missing something? 

"If you'd like to continue, Sarah Jane, I expect you to report to Bella down in the stables, tomorrow morning. I'll be joining you to begin your pony training."

Oh...right. This horribly humiliating phase! 😢

FUCK!

sarah jane xo

Continued in: Ponytail