It’s My Party - Sex Stories

It’s My Party

WARNING

! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18

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. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional

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and should not be attempted in real life.

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I was already lying across the spanking / fucking bench when the first partygoers arrived. Julie Ann, called J by everyone... and Mistress J by those in the inner circle... was there to meet them. She quickly explained, “Mistress ...

... Regina was called away on urgent business, but she didn’t want to cancel the party, so she asked me to act as hostess.”

She pointed to me and said, “Besides, we have already arranged for slut zara to be here tonight. I’m sure everyone will enjoy themselves.”

I could hear her walking across the room to where I was. Of course I couldn’t see her because I was wearing a full coverage hood with just the lower portion of my face showing. My lips were painted up in a very, very bright red semipermanent lip paint. Mistress J had applied the paint herself. It may have been some form of long lasting liquid lip coloring, but she called it paint, and it might be. It tasted awful. She let me see myself before in a small mirror she closed the eye flaps and led me over to the bench. My tawny skin looked golden against the flat black of the leather hood and my lips seemed to glow like a beacon of sluttiness. Those were her words also. She left the ear flaps open... for now... so I would be able to hear, but once she let me see myself in the mirror she pressed the eye coverings firmly in place. The hood was a little loose on the top of my head. It was designed to be big enough to allow all of my hair to be pushed up into the top... if I had any.

I had hair until a week ago. My life was very much different until a week ago. Things changed that night when I knelt naked and crying before Mistress J as she used a set of electric clippers to shear off all of my beautiful hair. I watched it ...