I come to with such a warm feeling inside, and then as I feel the warmth in my ass & thighs I also feel a lovely sensation of someone stroking my hair and cooing to me.. I lie there just luxuriating in the moment, this is too good to want to end….
“Are you ok Sweetie?”
I look up and Momma is smiling down at me
“Yes” I whisper
“Yessssss….?” comes the response and I my heart swells in my bosom… Momma has not forgotten and I am still hers until and unless she tells me otherwise.
“Yes Momma.” I speak softly and gaze up at her eyes for a sign.
She smiles, kisses me gently on the cheek and pats my so hot ass.. if I could freeze time, then…..
“Only you babe, only you.”
I am so happy, I smile, but I want to cry, for moments like this are so fleeting, Oh Momma, Oh Momma..
“I'm going back to the AB&G, thanks for christening my dungeon.”
This time she kisses my nose and scoots me off, shepherding me towards the shower, while she checks her beautiful auburn hair in the mirror and heads back up the hall.
I fasten my hair into a loose bun and squeeze it into a shower cap, if I wash it I'll have to condition it and dry it or Ill look like I've stuck my fingers in an power socket! The water is warm & soothing and as I spread the lather over my sore nipples, I smile again and then can't resist stroking the weals on my ass.. I deserve spanking again for the excitement is making me wet and I direct the shower head at my still throbbing slit as I curl my middle finger under my clit-bar and bring myself off once more, my legs feel like jelly and I turn the heat down to wake me out of my reverie.
Eventually some 20 minutes later I remember Brandy and the key..
OMG! Sexi!
I towel off and quickly drag a brush through my tangled hair, a quick squirt of deodorant and back into my jeans, I dig the key out of my pocket as I slip on my sneakers and pausing to throw the wet towel into the laundry basket, I turn the lights off and lock the door behind me.
Now then… it's got to be this one, there's a light shining under the door.
I poke my head around it to make sure and I can hear whining squealing noises from round the corner where the St. Andrew's cross is fastened to the wall.
