My Little Ponies

Continued from: The Stuffie or the Whip?

A Sarah Jane story 

With trembling fingers, Mandy and I began to undress, peeling off our frilly socks, ruffled panties and pastel dresses until we stood naked before him, our bodies exposed and vulnerable. 

He reached into his pocket and withdrew two sets of cold, metal handcuffs. He tossed them carelessly on the floor by our feet, the harsh clatter a stark contrast to plush, soft surroundings of the nursery we had just rejected. 

"Put them on," he commanded, his tone seeming unimpressed. 

Mandy and I scrambled to obey, fumbling as we secured them around our wrists, the teeth clicking into the locks to seal our fate. Next, Daddy produced two sets of ankle shackles, the gleaming metal a perfect match to the handcuffs that now adorned our wrists. He tossed these at our feet, the longer chains jingling as they hit the floor. 

"Those too," he barked, watching intently as we hurried to comply. 

I knelt down, my movements hampered by the cuffs, and wrapped the cold steel around my ankles. The chain connecting them was just long enough to allow for a shuffling gait, a cruel reminder of our captivity. 

With a jerk of his head, Daddy indicated us out of the room and up to the door leading down to the basement dungeon. "Down you go," he growled, his voice laced with dark promise. Mandy and I exchanged a quick glance, equal parts fear and excitement warring in our expressions. We shuffled forward, the chains of our shackles clattering with each step, as we made our way towards the dark rooms.

Daddy followed close behind and with a final ominous click, he locked the door behind us. We were once again dungeon sex slaves, as per our mutual request. 

The room Daddy led us into was dimly lit, a flickering bulb casting eerie shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the space stood a weathered wooden platform, and atop it, the imposing figure of the wooden pony. Its sharp, angled spine promised both pleasure and pain in equal measure. 

In the far corner, a narrow vertical cage loomed, its bars barely wide enough to contain a human form. The message was clear - one of us would suffer upon the wooden pony, while the other would be forced to watch helplessly, anticipating their own turn. 

Daddy, approached Mandy first, who was kneeling submissively, looking ashamed. 

He ushered her over to the cage, helping her inside and locking the door with a resounding clang. Mandy gripped the bars, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and morbid curiosity as she watched Daddy turn his attention to me. I'm sure in that moment, Mandy was picturing what things would have been like if she chose the pink stuffie and what she might be doing that didn't involve being locked into a narrow, metal cage. 

Daddy guided me to the stage and the wooden pony that was on it, his grip firm on my upper arm as he helped me to straddle the cruel device. I rose up onto my highest tiptoes, my muscles straining as I tried to keep myself elevated above the sharp edge. Daddy took his time adjusting the height, ensuring that the vaulted spine of the pony rested just an inch away from my exposed cunt. 

He secured a ring gag in my mouth, effectively muffling any cries or pleas that might escape my throat. I began to drool from the gag as I struggled to maintain my balance atop the pony, my calves beginning to burn with the effort of staying on my tiptoes. 

I had chosen this path, rejecting the innocent pleasures of the nursery room for the darker delights of the dungeon. Instead of rocking on a horse upstairs, padded and protected by the comfort of a crinkly diaper, we had opted for the biting sting of the wooden pony downstairs. 

The cycle of the predicament continued, a never-ending dance of agony and ecstasy. Each time the pain in my calves grew too intense, I would lower myself onto the pony, gasping as the sharp edge dug into my clit. Up and down I went, trading one source of torment for another, my body glistening with sweat and my mind reeling from the intensity

After what felt like an eternity, Daddy finally called a halt to my torture. Twenty excruciating minutes had passed, each second stretching out into infinity as I battled the dual agonies of the predicament. 

With shaking limbs, Daddy removed me from my perch, my pussy throbbing and swollen from the relentless stimulation. 

He unlocked the slave cage and pulled Mandy out. I was ushered inside to take her place. Mandy was next to ride the wooden pony, as Daddy adjusted the height to ensure maximum tiptoe height. At probably the ten minute mark, her cries filled the room as she struggled to find her balance, her toes straining to keep her lifted above the cruel edge. 

As the minutes ticked by, the throbbing ache in my cunt began to subside, replaced by a growing hunger that demanded to be satisfied. I squirmed in the cage, my fingers slipping between my thighs to tease at my swollen folds, desperate for release. Just as I was on the verge of cumming, Daddy unlocked the cage door and hauled me out,.

I was bent over, my hands on my knees, my ass raised obscenely in the air. I heard the rustle of latex and the click of buckles as he prepared Mandy for her next task. When he finally revealed her to me, my breath caught in my throat. Encased in a sleek black straightjacket with her tits exposed, her arms were rendered useless. Her eyes were hidden behind a large blindfold, her mouth stuffed with a harness gag. Protruding from her mid-section was a giant strap-on cock. 

Without a word, Daddy pushed Mandy forward until the tip of the dildo brushed against my socking wet pussy, Mandy could do nothing but obey, thrusting her hips forward in a humiliating parody of fucking. 

The massive dick stretched me wide as it sank into my cunt, filling me completely. Eventually Daddy got us down on the floor, and I was soon moaning around his erect penis as he began to fuck my face in a beautiful display of spit-roasting.

I couldn't hold out much longer, being treated like such a dirty whore had me right at the edge. My inner walls clamped down around the invading toy as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over me. I came hard, my screams of ecstasy muffled by Daddy unloading his own cum into the back of my throat. 

I was trussed-up in the same gimp-ish outfit Mandy was made to wear, and next thing I knew I was being forced to fuck her, while Daddy whipped my bare bum for encouragement. 

It was an intense session all-around. Mandy and I ended up bare naked and left in the basement dungeon, shackled by the wrists, to spend some time reflecting on our degradation. 

Eventually we were released and able to return to the upper floors of the Facility and shower and tidy up. Mandy and I found ourselves in cute matching panties and little baby-tees, for some much-needed snuggle time and aftercare with Daddy. 

My mind drifted to the boring suburban mom outfit that Mandy showed up in - yoga pants, t-shirt, hoodie. Such a contrast from the sexy latex and leather she'd been parading around in earlier. As we curled into Daddy and talked of all the depraved experiences of the last few days, he began to ask us how it went. 

"It was intense, Sir, thank you for your time and attention in Mistress' absence," Mandy replied. 

Daddy chuckled, "Well we aim to please here. Glad you could join us." He then turned to me. "And what about you, my pet? Enjoy putting on a show for me with your new friend?" I smiled up at him as he stroked my hair. 

"Always happy to entertain Daddy. Though I do hope I can have you all to myself next time..." 

Daddy's face darkened when I said that right in front of Mandy. He turned to her and said sternly, "Mandy would you please excuse us for a moment? I need to have a word with Sarah Jane in private." 

Mandy nodded nervously and scurried out of the room. As soon as she was gone, Daddy cupped my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Rude!!" he scolded. "What the fuck was that, Sarah? How dare you disrespect our guest like that, making her feel unwelcome with your jealously!" His voice was low and dangerous. 

"You're going to regret that comment, tomorrow. It's your maintenance day as it is, young lady." 

With that, he released my chin and I ran out of the room bawling like a little child, quaking in fear over what I had coming. 

Sarah Jane 💟

P.S.

The ending of the story was not headed in this direction at all. The A.I. that was helping me to write this one, actually dropped that line out of the blue. Look: 

Thanks A.I. ! 

Tomorrow I'll be getting a belt whuppin' out in the woodshed, because of you!! 

*pout*

Continued in: So I may be forgiven

The Stuffie or the Whip?

Continued from: That's my little girl!

I stirred awake from my nap, blinking sleepily as my eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering through the nursery curtains. Beside me, Mandy lay curled up, her chest rising and falling gently with each breath. I propped myself up on one elbow, gazing down at her peaceful face. 

Unable to resist, I leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Mandy's eyes fluttered open, a smile spreading across her face as she returned the kiss with growing enthusiasm. Our lips parted, tongues tangling together as our hands began to roam. I traced my fingers along Mandy's curves, reveling in the smoothness of her bare pussy. Mandy mirrored my movement, slipping her hand between my thighs to cup my needy cunt. 

We knew we shouldn't be doing this, that Daddy would be upset if he caught us playing without permission. But the temptation was too great to resist. I slid my fingers inside Mandy who was already wet and eager. She whimpered against my mouth as I circled her clit, her own fingers now banging my pussy vigorously. 

We rocked together, careful to keep our moans soft, our breath coming faster as pleasure built. Just as I felt Mandy beginning to tighten around my fingers, the sound of heavy footsteps in the hall made us freeze. We broke apart, hearts pounding, quickly pulling the blankets up to cover ourselves. 

Daddy stood, peeking in to check on his sleeping angels. Seeing us still and quiet, he smiled softly before closing the door once more. Mandy and I looked at each other, chests heaving, our bodies thrumming with unspent desire. Knowing we had narrowly avoided a punishment spanking only heightened our arousal. 

But we knew we had to be good girls and ask Daddy's permission before cumming. With a final, lingering kiss, we both got up and headed for my princess wardrobe. 

Our socked feet padded softly on the plush carpet, as we tiptoed over to the array of pastels and ruffles. We selected the most darling and babyish outfits we could find. I slipped into a baby blue organza dress with knee socks and baby blue heels. 

Beside me, Mandy donned a similar dress in baby pink and white, pairing it with white stockings and pink Mary Janes. We helped each other with our hair, twisting our locks in high pigtails secured with matching ribbons. 

As we turned to face each other, taking in our appearances, a wave of profound humiliation washed over me. Here we were, grown women - a 45-year-old soccer mom and nurse, and a 40-year-old corporate manger - dressed like toddlers ready for a tea party. 

The degradation of being reduced to little girls, subject to Daddy's whims and rules, sparked a twisted excitement with me. We looked absurd, but that was precisely the point. In this world, we were no longer powerful, independent women - we were Daddy's obedient little girls. 

As he entered the nursery, his eyes glinting with dark amusement as he took of his pants, freeing his already hardening cock. Mandy and I got down on our knees, his full erection now right in front of our faces. I showed Mandy our ritual that Daddy and I enjoy together, by asking sweetly first, "may I please suck your cock, Daddy?" 

He smiled and nodded in the affirmative. 

"Thank you, Daddy," comes next, followed by a kiss to the tip of his penis. I have to do this every time, before I am permitted to take him into my mouth. 

Daddy took my pigtails and slid his cock into my mouth, aiming for the back of my throat. Almost immediately, I began to gag and choke as I bobbed my head with appreciative enthusiasm. He fucked Mandy's throat for a bit, before finally returning to me and unloading into my mouth. 

Thick ropes of hot, salty cum flooded my cheeks and throat, I swallowed reflexively, but wanted to save some for Mandy too. As Daddy pulled out, I turned to her, leaning in close until our lips met in a passionate, cum-filled kiss. I looked up at Daddy with big eyes. "Thank you for your cum, Daddy," I whispered reverently, another of my rituals I must perform to avoid punishment.

Daddy led us out of the room and to a small alcove off the main living area, his large hand engulfing my little satin gloved-hand as he guided me forward. Mandy followed closely behind, her baby pink dress swishing with each step. As we entered the cozy space, Daddy gestured towards a window table nestled against the wall. My eyes widened as I took in the scene before me - a plush pink teddy bear resting innocently beside a viscous looking flogger. 

The contrast between the two objects was jarring, each representing a vastly different path for our day. 

As I stared at the whip, my mind drifted back to our last intense scene in the basement dungeon. The memory flooded my senses - the cool air against my naked skin, the rough texture of unfinished floors beneath my palms, as Daddy had me on all fours. His strong hands gripping my hips, his thick cock thrusting into me from behind with relentless force. 

And then, the ultimate degradation - Daddy grabbing my hair, forcing my face into Mandy's bare ass cheeks, making me inhale her musky scent as he fucked me from behind. The sheer filthiness of it all had pushed me to new heights of arousal, my body convulsing with a shameful orgasm as my nose rested on Mandy's asshole. 

With that vivid memory fresh in my mind, I reached for the whip without a second thought. Beside me, Mandy did the same, her fingers wrapping around the braided leather handle. We exchanged a knowing glance, a silent acknowledgement of our shared desires and darker interests. 

Together, we turned to face Daddy, presenting the whip in our outstretched palms as we set it ceremoniously on a decorative satin ottoman. Shoulder to shoulder, we bowed our heads and sank to our knees on the plush carpet, our pigtails falling forward as we assumed a position of sex slaves. 

I spoke softly, my voice trembling with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. "We have made our choice, Sir." I paused, taking a deep breath and gripping Mandy's hand into mine. "Both Mandy and I have chosen the whip, Sir. Please, Sir...will you take us to the basement dungeon?" 

"Very well, you two sluts" he growled, quickly adopting the abrasive persona of "Sir", rather than "Daddy". 

"Strip!" 

His final command left no question as to what our afternoon and evening would involve.

Stay tuned!

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: My Little Ponies

 

That's my little girl!

Continued from: Ugly Cried

The ceremony was held in the heart of the forest, amidst towering oaks and ancient stones. A friend of Carley's is a Druid priestess, who can apparently officiate weddings. Her ethereal presence added an otherworldly, Celtic air to the proceedings. 

As I stood at the edge of the wooded clearing, waiting for Cassandra to emerge, I dabbed at my eyes with a delicate tissue, my emotions threatening to overwhelm me. When Cassandra finally appeared, my heart swelled with pride and love. She looked radiant in her little white dress, but of course, this was no ordinary bride. Beneath the virginal white, I caught glimpses of black fishnet stockings and heavy combat boots, a perfect blend of innocence and rebellion that was so quintessentially Cassandra.

As a distant piper began to play, an eerie, haunting tune that seemed to echo through the very trees themselves, it signaled the beginning of the ceremony. 

I stepped forward, offering Cassandra my arm with a smile. "Ready, my darling?" I asked softly. Cassandra nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Mommy," she whispered, her voice trembling, "I'm scared."

I pulled her close, enveloping her in a warm embrace. "I know, my sweetheart," I soothed, stroking her hair gently, "love can be scary at times, but you and Carley are meant for one another." 

Cassandra's hand trembled slightly, as she placed it over her heart, her eyes locked with mine. "Mommy," she whispered, her voice raw with emotion, "I've never let anyone in here before, it's dark in there." Her words hung in the air as she tapped her heart. 

I reached out, covering her hand with my own and intertwining our fingers. "My sweet Cassie," I hushed, "your darkness is part of what makes you so incredibly special. It's the shadow that gives depth to your light, the mystery that draws people like Carley to you, like a moth to a flame." I paused, allowing my words to sink in, watching as Cassandra's breathing slowed and her shoulders relaxed. 

I tried to remain stoic and confident for her, as I again offered her my gloved arm to escort her to her lover. 

Slowly, deliberately, we began our procession down the makeshift aisle, the soft earth cushioning our steps. With each stride, I could feel the weight of the occasion settling upon us, the gravity of the promises that were about to be made. 

To everyone's surprise, Robbie stood tall and proud beside Carley, who looked absolutely breathtaking in a black gothic dress, her tattoos a living tapestry against her pale skin. The sight of them together was a powerful reminder of the many forms love can take, the intricate dance of dominance and submission that binds hearts together. 

As Robbie prepared to give Carley away, I couldn't help but feel a kinship with him, both of us playing crucial roles in the lives of these extraordinary young women. 

And then there was Summer, my beautiful wife and Cassandra's maid of honour, her face streaked with tears of joy. She looked naturally radiant in her own unique way, her beauty amplified by the depth of her emotions. 

The Druid priestess was waiting patiently as we reached the alter. I placed Cassie's little hand in Carley's, giving them both a reassuring squeeze. "Take care of my girl," I managed to whisper to Carley, before my maternal emotion consumed me completely into a mess of tears. 

The two women turned to face one another, their eyes locked in a moment of pure unadulterated connection. Stepping back, I took my place beside Summer, reaching out to clasp her hand in mine. Together, we watched as the Druid woman began the ceremony, her voice rising and falling with the distant bagpipes. 

As the ceremony drew to a close, I watched with rapt attention as Carley and Cassandra sealed their vows with a passionate kiss, their bodies melding together in a perfect union of love and desire. As they finally broke apart, their faces glowing with joy and their hands tightly clasped, I couldn't help but let out of sob of pure happiness.

Hand in hand they began to walk past us, down the woodland aisle. Cassandra caught my eye, mouthing a silent "thank you, Mommy," before rejoining the gaze of her new wife. I stood there watching as they vanished into the woods to do god knows Druidish what to one another. 

Unable to contain my emotions any longer, I buried my face in my satin gloves, letting the tears flow freely. Summer was by my side in an instant, wrapping her arms around me as I shook with the force of my sobs. 

"It was just so beautiful," I managed to choke out between gasps.

"That's my little girl!" I cried out. 

Mistress Andrea xoxo

Continued in: The Stuffie or the Whip

Ugly Cried

Continued from: Thumb Suckers

I set my phone aside, having just messaged Russell about the new and shocking turn of events that just played out in foggy London. His reaction was similar to mine. 

"Holy shit!" 

I caught myself filling with maternal emotion, as I took in the sight of my little Cassie, sitting on the bed in our hotel room, a love-drunk smile on her face. What a journey we have had. My mind was recalling all of the turbulent times we had together as well as the sweet moments.

I'll never forget the day I decided to take her firmly in hand. She was just 19, a beautiful, wild creature with a heart full of rebellion and a body made for sin. But if you recall, she was out of control, pushing every boundary and testing every limit. Like being plunged into an ice bath to shock her system, I took her directly over my knee and gave her the spanking of a lifetime, on the bare; something her parents should have done long before my intervention. 

Cassie's First Spanking

This was around the time she had signed-on as my receptionist of the BDSM Facility. 

She needed my help to avoid being kicked out of her swanky dance school. Unbeknownst to her parents in that period of time, she was dancing alright, but there was a pole involved, as well as drugs, booze and unwanted male attention. 

Cassie and I made an agreement that she needed rules, structure and consequences in her life. Through my guidance and genuine care for her well-being, we set up a sort of summer school, once a week. She had homework to do under my watchful eye, and each of these weekly visits involved a trip over my knee, her bottom bare and plenty of tears. These structured maintenance spankings saved her, she would later tell me and the little sweetheart never missed a single session.  

Cassandra Enrolls in Summer School

Then, there was that time she essentially discovered that her mom, Bella, was a client of mine who would see me for her own adult discipline and submissive needs. She even listened to me give her mother a spanking once. 

Listening to mom get a spanking 

I seem to recall, shortly after this revelation, the vengeful Cassandra may have given her own snooty mother a spanking too. What a pair!

Sometimes I used to think about what it would be like to spank the two of them together, in front of each other. How they would react to the childish outfits I'd make them wear, how they would react to the humiliation of being over my knee while the other is forced to watch. One day maybe. I would need a genuine reason to punish them though. It would be too sexualized if it was a staged role-play, no, this would have to be for real!

My girlfriend at the time, Summer, who later became my wife, she and Cassie hit it off almost immediately. The two of them are complete brats when they get together and their misbehaviour tends to fuel off each other. This was also when Cassandra went through her drastic hairstyle phase, while learning and growing into quite the little temptress. 

Memories of Cassie and Summer

It was no surprise how effortlessly she gravitated toward female dominance, she was basically learning by my example as she quietly watched me with the male and female clients. Whether it was Daddy issues or something else, she always seemed to have a rather icy disposition toward men, later taking on some male clients of her own. 

Her hairbrush spankings became legendary. The silly men wouldn't sit comfortably for a week, after collapsing off her strict lap in a sobbing heap of pain and humiliation. 

With her weekly maintenance spankings getting her back on track, I had never seen her so focused and fit. She was looking totally jacked by the time she graduated from her dance academy, and on the Facility front, she was adored by the clients as much as she was feared. 

But...despite the fact I was still spanking Cassandra on a regular basis, I could never spank away that chip she carries around on her shoulder. Later, this would become one of the traits I enjoyed most about her, her ability to just not give a flying fuck sometimes. 

Our very own Russell, got to once experience first-hand, the darkness that resides inside of this little thing, around the time when she was essentially my apprentice. 

Cassie is learning the ropes

These days, sporting full sleeve tattoos and a fiery demeanour, she's has reached the status of Goddess. 

And sorry boys, she still dislikes men! Ha.

With these lovely memories clinging so closely to my heart, I sat on the hotel bed and watched her take Summer's hands into hers and sweetly ask her to be her maid of honour. I absolutely came apart at the seams and ugly cried like I never ever ugly cried before, or so I thought...

Summer was bawling and hugging her. I was still sobbing, but then, she turned to me, her little pixie face becoming serious as tears rolled down her cheeks. She thanked me for saving her life, a unique choice of words she decided to use. 

With her voice hitching back tears she called me "Mommy", a term now extending beyond the roles of our kink and into the realm of the real. Rather than her dominatrix, disciplinarian or even her close friend, she sees me more as a mother figure to her.

This Mommy was bracing for ugly cry number two, as I now knew exactly what she was about to say. 

"Mommy," her little voice sang out in vulnerable affection. "Would you walk me down the aisle tomorrow?" 

😭😭😭

Mistress Andrea xoxo

Continued in: That's my little girl!

Thumb Suckers

Continued from: Brutal Tenderness

A Sarah Jane story

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We both posed for Daddy's video. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Ugly Cried