Sign Here, Initial There

Continued from: What do you say?

A Sarah Jane story 

The morning light filters gently through the curtains as we stir awake, our bodies still tangled in the aftermath of last night's explorations. I feel Russell shift beside me, his lips already forming the words "Good morning, Ma'am." But I silence him with a single finger pressed to his lips, my eyes locking with his. "No, not yet," I murmur softly, a small smile playing at the corners of my mouth. His eagerness to address me by a formal title is endearing, a clear indication that we're on the right track. But there is still work to be done, boundaries to establish, and roles to solidify. 

 Gently pulling away from his embrace, I sit up, stretching cutely before turning to face him once more. "Go make me a coffee, please," I instruct, my voice firm yet affectionate. "And bring it to the upstairs office. You'll wait for me there, understood?" He nods, his eyes wide and attentive, hanging on my every word. "Oh, and one more thing," I add, my gaze trailing appreciatively over his naked form. "You'll remain in your underpants only while you wait. I want easy access to what is mine." 

A faint blush colours his cheeks at my words, but he doesn't hesitate, rising from the bed and padding off to fulfill my request. 

I rise from the bed, taking a moment to select a suitable outfit for this occasion. Something powerful, yet feminine; authoritative, yet alluring.  

As I stand before the mirror, surveying my reflection, I can't help but feel a surge of power coursing through me. The lace panties leave little to the imagination, the delicate, sheer fabric clinging to my curves like a second skin. The corset cinches my waist, emphasizing my hourglass figure, while the intricate lacing at the back hints at the restraint and control that is about to define our dynamic. 

And the heels, those glorious sky-high heels, elevate me both literally and figuratively, adding inches to my height and cementing my status as the dominant force in this relationship. 

I retrieve the ottoman from the end of my bed and pull it across the hall into the office. There, I position it carefully, creating an impromptu queening stool. I go back to my room to collect my laptop, as I hear the soft pad of Russell's bare feet approaching, followed by the rustle of fabric as he settles himself in the chair I indicated, to await my arrival. 

A slow smile spreads across my face as I picture him there, his nearly naked form a testament to his submission, his eagerness to please me in every way. Taking a deep breath, I straightened my shoulders, lifted my chin, and strode towards the office door. Each click of my heels against the hardwood floor is a declaration of intent, a warning of the power that approaches. 

I allow him a moment to appreciate the view, to let the reality of his position sink in, before crossing to the desk and setting down my laptop with a deliberate thud. Turning to face him fully, I meet his eyes, my own burning with intensity of my desire, my need to claim him utterly and completely. 

"Well, young man," I purr, my voice a sultry invitation and a stern command all at once. "Shall we begin?" 

With a flick of my wrist, I gesture for Russell to approach the ottoman, my makeshift throne. His eyes widen slightly as he takes in the leather restraints dangling from my fingertips, but he doesn't hesitate, holding out his wrists to me. 

Once secured to the ottoman, I give the restraints a final tug, ensuring there's no give, no escape from the fate I have planned for him. With a graceful movement, I settle myself onto the ottoman, lowering my barely-clad bum onto his upturned face. 

The deliberately selected panties were ultra-sheer, he is so close, but teased by the delicate shrouding of fabric. I can feel the brush of his nose against my bottom-hole, a delicious tease that sends shivers of pleasure rippling through my core.

To a fly on the wall, the situation would appear like so: 

Leaning forward, I reach for my coffee, brining the mug to my lips and inhaling deeply, savouring the rich aroma before taking a sip. 

Setting the mug aside, I turn my attention to my laptop, my fingers flying over the keys as I begin to type. 

FEMALE-LED-RELATIONSHIP

(FLR) 

CONTRACT

1. The Dominant party, Sarah Jane, henceforth referred to as, "the Mistress."

2. The submissive party, Russell, henceforth referred to as "the submissive." 

3. The contract shall span a minimum duration of six months, during which time both parties shall fully commit to their respective roles

4. The details agreed upon in this contract cannot be changed, removed or edited until the maturity date of the contact, six months from the date in which it was signed by both parties.

5. Once signed and all sections have been initialed by both parties, the submissive shall only ever address the Mistress as "Mistress", "Ma'am" or "Mommy", as per her discretion.

6. Once signed and all sections have been initialed by both parties, the contract will be in effect immediately. 

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I really need to get me one of these for the office. This is going to be a very long document!

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Now you may call me, Ma'am

What do you say?

Continued from: The Night we Met

A Sarah Jane story

It was good to be back home, even though our modest house didn't come with the intense specialty rooms of Mistress Andrea's Facility, it had a nice domestic, D/s feel to it. 

Daddy led me by the hand upstairs, my heart fluttering with his possessiveness over me. On the bed lay a few scraps of black and white satin - a French maid apron that would leave my ass predominately bare, stockings and sky-high heels. I knew instantly what it meant. It was service mode for tonight.  

I quickly changed, adjusting the frilly choker around my neck before clicking downstairs to make Daddy's drink. I mixed his whiskey, adding just the right amount of ice. As I carried it to him, I felt his eyes on me, drinking in my slutty outfit. 

I performed a small curtsy while balancing his glass on a silver platter, then knelt before him with a demure smile on my face. 

As per the rules of our household, I settled back on my heels and reached for his zipper, ready to free his cock and worship it with my mouth, like the good little slut I am. 

I paused, my satin-gloved fingers on his zipper, as Daddy stopped me. 

"You've done so much for me this weekend, pet," he kindly murmured, his voice gentle. "Let me take care of you for a change." Before I processed this amazing treat, he was guiding me to the sofa, positioning me on the plush cushions. 

With my legs spread wide and my heels resting on his broad shoulders, I was completely exposed to him, my glistening pussy on full display. He dove in, his skilled tongue lapping at my sensitive clit. I moaned and bucked against his face as he brought me higher and higher, until I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me with blinding intensity. 

As I came down from my orgasmic high, I couldn't help but recall Mistress Andrea's suggestion about switching roles. The idea of taking control, of having Daddy kneeling at my feet as he was now, sent a thrill through me. But I quickly pushed the thought away. Daddy would never allow such insubordination. If I even hinted at wanting to top him, I'd get a spanking for certain.

Shockingly, his gaze met mine with such bashful innocence, my pussy still juice glistening off his lips when he spoke. "Huni," his voice hitched, "do you think you might want to give female dominance a try for a bit, and switch roles, maybe?" 

I stared at Daddy in shock, hardly believing the words coming out of his mouth. Him, the ever-dominant alpha, asking me to switch roles? It went against everything we'd established, everything I thought he wanted. And yet...the idea was tantalizing. 

A wicked grin spread across my face as I gazed down at Daddy. "I just came onto your lips," I purred, my voice dripping with honey. "What do you say?" I wanted to hear the words, to have him acknowledge my gift. To set the tone for this new dynamic he was proposing. 

"Thank you?" He phased, more like a question. 

"Thank you, Ma'am, you mean?" I hissed back in response to his lack of manners. 

"Thank you, Ma'am," he whispered and lowered his eyes. 

I smirked, relishing the power coursing through my veins. "Good boy. Now do it again," I ordered, spreading my legs wider. "And this time, show some enthusiasm. I want you to start at my asshole and work your way up to my clit. Slowly. Methodically, understood?" 

"Yes Ma'am," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. 

"Much better, young man. Now kiss my asshole before you begin. Show it proper respect." 

I watched as he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my delightful little pucker. I settled back against the comfy armchair, watching as Russell dutifully began at my asshole, his lips soft and warm against my most sensitive area. 

"That's a good boy," I praised, running my fingers through his hair. "Now, start licking. Slowly. I want to feel every stroke of your tongue." 

I came again, harder than before, my body convulsing with pleasure as Russell's tongue worked its magic. As I caught my breath, I couldn't help but think how easily I could get used to this new dynamic. The power, the control - it was intoxicating. 

I kicked off my slutty heels, placing my stockinged feet on his back, as he assumed a position on his hands and knees. Crossing my ankles, I reached for the whiskey I had so dutifully prepared for him. Brining the glass to my red lips, I took a slow sip, savouring the burn as it slid down my throat. I felt like a fucking Goddess!

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Sign Here, Initial There

The Night We Met

Continued from: So I may be forgiven

A Sarah Jane story

Robotically, I sank to my knees on the dirt floor of the shed. My hands went to his belt that so recently was used to strap my bare bum. I unzipped his fly and reached inside, freeing his hardening cock. Leaning forward, I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, eliciting a groan from deep in his throat. 

I took him deep into my mouth, humming softly and licking, using every trick I knew to bring him pleasure. Before long, hot, salty cum flooded my mouth and I swallowed obediently, not wanting to lose a single drop. 

"Thank you for your cum, Daddy." I whispered reverently. Leaning forward, I placed a soft, worshipful kiss on the tip of his penis, completing my post-spanking ritual. 

Raising from my knelt position, I heard a car door slam shut. "Oh my god, the girls are home!" I squealed to Daddy. 

Mistress Andrea: 

(Sporting a cute little tam that I picked up in London)

I pulled up to the house in our car, Summer sitting quietly beside me. As we parked and got out, I spotted Russell and Sarah Jane emerging from the woodshed. One look at Sarah's tear-streaked face and slightly stiff gait told me exactly what they'd been up to. I smirked to myself, knowing that she must have been a naughty girl, to earn a trip out there. 

Before I could say anything, Sarah caught sight of us and let out and ear-piercing squeal of delight. She broke away from Russell's hand and came running towards us. Summer braced herself as Sarah launched herself into her arms, giggling and covering her face in kisses. 

We all made it inside where the girls' joyful reunion continued. 

Their playful affection was a stark contrast to the heavy emotions weighing on my heart. As Sarah continued to shower Summer with kissed and affectionate babble, I turned my gaze to Russell. 

Our eyes met and I felt a lump in my throat. Seeing his handsome, familiar face brought all the emotions of the past few days rushing to the surface. Without a word, he opened his arms to me and I stumbled forward into his embrace, burying my face against his chest. 

"Where's Cassie?" Russell asked, his voice rumbling through his chest. At the mere mention of her name, I felt fresh tears spring to my eyes. I shook my head against him, momentarily unable to speak past the sob rising in my throat. 

"She's gone, Russ," I managed to choke out. "Cassandra chose to stay behind in London, with her new wife."

"They got married in the woods, surrounded by nature. It was so pure and full of love." I pulled back to look at him, seeing my own sadness reflecting in his eyes, as a lone tear rolled down his cheek.  

"She's gone..." I whispered again. 

I wiped away my tears, taking a deep breath to compose myself. Suddenly, Summer's playful voice cut through the heavy atmosphere. "So, Sarah, what were you doing out in the woodshed with Daddy? Did you get yourself into trouble?" She poked at Sarah's ribs, making the pair of them squirm and giggle. Leave it to Summer to lighten the mood in the room. 

"I might have been a bad girl earlier," she admitted sheepishly. "But Daddy took care of it." She rubbed at her bottom, causing Summer to laugh outright. 

As Summer went up to shower, I settled onto the plush couch in the living room, tucking my hosed feet beneath me as Sarah plopped down on her knees in front of me. I thanked her for house-sitting and blushed a little in saying, "and thank you for...you know, the Mandy thing." Sarah knelt and kissed both of my feet to welcome me home, before her eyes widened. 

"Oh my god, Mistress, you won't believe what Daddy made us do," she gushed. "He forced me to lick Mandy's asshole, then we had to fuck each other while he whipped us!" 

I raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? And how did that make you feel, sweetheart?" 

"Ashamed, Ma'am...ashamed that I loved every minute of it! Thank you for allowing us to use your space, Mistress." 

I smiled and stroked her hair, but before I had a chance to respond, she leaned in to speak again.

"There's something else, Mistress," Sarah said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "It's Daddy. He's been acting a bit aloof lately. Going through the motions but not really into it, you know? Even the spanking I earned today...it wasn't as intense as usual and I totally deserved intense. It was like his head wasn't in it." 

I listened intently as Sarah poured out her concerns, remembering Russell's struggles with the more extreme aspects of BDSM. "You know Russ has a hard time with the heavier stuff," I reminded Sarah gently. "He's got such a soft spot for women, it's difficult for him to fully embrace that 'Master' role sometimes." 

I leaned back against the couch cushions, considering Sarah's words. "You know, I wonder if part of the problem is that he misses submission," I mused. "When he was my submissive, there was never any question about his passion or enthusiasm." I smiled, remembering those heady days of having Russell completely under my stiletto. 

Sarah's gaze hardened with jealousy, but she quickly snapped out of it at my next comment. "Have you ever thought about asking him to switch roles with you? To let you take charge for awhile?"

"Oh, I don't know, Ma'am," she stammered. "I couldn't possibly bring that up, I'd be punished." 

"I suppose you're right," I remarked, while ushering her head into my lap and stroking her hair. I quickly changed the subject. "Tell me more about your time with Mandy, sweetheart." 

While Sarah regaled me with the raunchy details of her weekend in the sex dungeon, I strained my ears, trying to catch the faint lyrics drifting from Russell's phone as he just slow sipped a whiskey at the bar. 

♫ I have been searching...for...a trail to follow...again...

   Take me back....to...the night we met...

♫ I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you...take me back...to...the night we met

♫ I don't know what I'm suppose to do, haunted by the ghost of you

    Oh, take me back...to...the night...we met...

It was a sad tambour, underscored by the twang of an acoustic guitar. Was he reminiscing about our early days together? Is that how Russell felt? Like he had lost a piece of himself...a dominant, struggling with submissive desires?

I snuck out my phone and tapped the Shazam button...it was, in fact, a really sweet and haunting song that was catching me right in the feels too. I wasn't sure what advice to give Sarah. Eventually we just joined him at the bar and we were welcomed with a smile. 

"Tell me all about the wedding, Ma'am," he cheerfully tried to hide his inner turmoil, "it sounded lovely."  

The track in question here is by Lord Huron: The Night we Met

Mistress Andrea 

xoxo

Continued in: What do you say?

 

So I may be Forgiven

Continued from: My Little Ponies

A Sarah Jane story

Even though I knew I was in deep shit and would be feeling Daddy's belt across my ass tomorrow, he didn't dwell on my transgression. That's just the way things worked between us. I'd face the consequences for my actions, but then all would be forgiven. 

For the rest of the evening, things went on as usual. After Mandy left, Daddy and I settled in on the couch to watch some movies together, still essentially house-sitting at Mistress Andrea's Facility. 

I cuddled up against him, trying to soak up his warmth and affection while I still could. Even though he wasn't brining up my impending punishment, I couldn't stop thinking about it. My stomach was in knots imagining the thrashing I was going to get. 

Partway through the second movie, Daddy shifted and I felt his hand come to rest on the top of my head. Without a word, he applied gentle pressure, guiding my face down towards his lap. Obediently, I slid off the couch and positioned myself between his knees. 

I focused all my energy on pleasuring Daddy, trying to take my mind off the punishment looming over me. I sucked and bobbed with enthusiasm, taking him deep into my throat. 

Before long, I felt Daddy's cock swelling and pulsing between my lips. With a grunt, he gripped my pigtails and held my head down, forcing his length into my throat as he came hard. I swallowed every drop obediently, continuing to gently suckle him clean as he softened in my mouth. 

"Good girl", he praised, patting my head. "Now come back up here and finish watching this movie with me." I crawled back up on the couch and snuggled against his lap, but my mind was still racing, unable to forget the painful reckoning I'd be facing tomorrow. 

The next morning I woke up early and got ready to face my spanking. In the shower, I scrubbed myself thoroughly, wanting to be fresh and clean for Daddy. After drying off, I pulled my hair up into a high, tight ponytail to keep it out of the way. 

Next, I selected my outfit carefully. I stepped into a pair of big, plain white cotton panties - the kind that covered everything and made me feel anything but sexy. Over those, I pulled on a sweater dress that would allow Daddy easy access to my bum. I finished the look with high heels, before taking a deep breath and headed downstairs to face my fate. 

"Daddy, I'm ready for my punishment." I said softly, my voice wavering slightly. "I was rude and disrespectful to our guest yesterday and I spoke out of turn to you in front of her. I'm truly sorry for my behaviour. Please spank me severely, Daddy, so I may be forgiven."

A few tears slipped down my cheeks as I awaited his response, my body slightly trembling in anticipation. 

Daddy regarded me silently for a long moment, his expression stern. Finally, he stood up and took me firmly by the upper arm and began leading me out of the house. My stomach dropped as I realized where we were headed - the woodshed. The woodshed, no matter who's home it happens to be at, was where Daddy will take me for only the most serious infractions, the ones that required only the harshest of punishments.  

As we approached the small outbuilding, I started shaking harder, my breath coming faster. Daddy opened the door and guided me inside the unfinished space, appearing as though it was under construction. 

"Stand there," Daddy commanded, pointing to a spot on the unfinished wall. 

"Face the wall and think about what you did and why you're here. You've got 15 minutes." He released my arm and I hurried to obey. 

The seconds ticked by agonizingly slow as I contemplated the severe whipping I knew was coming. My bum clenched involuntarily beneath my short dress, already anticipating the fiery sting of Daddy's belt.

When the 15 minutes were finally up, I heard Daddy's heavy footsteps approaching behind me. "Strip," he ordered. "Leave the heels on." With fumbling, shaking fingers, I peeled off my dress and frumpy underwear, letting them pool on the dirty floor. Goosebumps rose on my naked flesh in the cool air. 

Once I was fully naked, save for my heels, Daddy gripped my arm again and marched me out the door of the shed. I gasped as I realized he was taking me outside, where anyone might see my shameful punishment. He dragged me over to an old wooden ladder leaning against the back wall of the shed. 

Roughly, he bound my wrists and ankles to the rungs with coarse ropes, stretching me out tightly. Satisfied that I was secured well enough, he walked over to the large weeping willow tree a few yards away. He selected a long, slender branch and stripped it of its leaves, fashioning a wicked-looking switch. He swished it through the air as he approached my vulnerable form. 

I braced myself as Daddy took his position behind me, switch it hand. Closing my eyes, I tried to steel myself for the searing agony I knew was coming. But to my shock, after only a dozen sharp, stinging lashes across my bare bum, he tossed the switch aside. 

I barely had time to process this before I heard the ominous sound of his belt being removed from his pants. The thick leather cracked against my already smarting cheeks, painting lines of fire across my skin. But again, he stopped after just a dozen strokes. 

As Daddy untied me from the ladder, I was confused and almost...disappointed? Is that possible, what's wrong with me? I had been mentally preparing myself for an absolutely brutal thrashing, the kind that would leave me sore and sorry for days afterwards. But this punishment felt almost anticlimactic in comparison. My bum was certainly red and stinging, but it was nothing compared to what I had been anticipating. 

I rubbed my wrists as Daddy led me back inside the shed, handing me my dress to put back on. Perhaps this was just the first part of my punishment, with more to follow later? I didn't dare ask, simply followed him meekly back to the timeout spot, my head bowed in continued submission. 

Another 15 minutes of corner time? That was nothing. 

I should be standing here for at least an hour, my bare bottom on display, reflecting on my transgression until my legs ached and my back cramped. 

And the spanking itself...a few measly lashes with a switch and Daddy's belt? I'd gotten far worse for much lesser offences. My bottom should be crisscrossed with angry welts, bruised and tender to the touch for days afterwards. Instead, the sting was already fading, leaving only a mild warmth behind. It was if Daddy went easy on me, and I couldn't understand why. 

As my 15 minutes must have been drawing to a close, I heard Daddy's footsteps returning. He came up behind me and wrapped his strong arms around me, pulling me back against his chest. I melted into his embrace, feeling the solid warmth of his body through his shirt. 

"It's ok, babygirl," Daddy murmured. "You took your punishment well. I know it wasn't what you were expecting, but sometimes mercy can be just as powerful as severity." He turned me gently in his arms so that I was facing him, looking up into his kind, understanding eyes. "Do you accept my forgiveness, little one?"

I nodded, blinking back tears. "Yes, Daddy. Thank you for punishing me and forgiving me. I don't deserve your mercy, but I'm grateful for it." I buried my face against his chest, breathing in his comforting scent. 

As Daddy held me close, I tilted my head up to look at him, batting my eyelashes like a cutie-pie. "Daddy, may I thank you properly for my punishment?" I purred, dipping down to my knees onto the floor of the woodshed, never breaking eye contact with Daddy. 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: The Night We Met

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 soaking 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