It’s My Party - Sex Stories

It’s My Party

... on and make sure it is cinched tight. Then kneel at the spanking bench and wait for me.”

I walked back into the living room and knelt on the narrow pads. After I adjusted my position on the pads, I put on the hood and pulled the velcro straps on the neck tight across the back. I could hear Mistress J talking to someone, or several someones in the kitchen but I couldn’t see them from where I was kneeling. After a long while, Mistress J walked out into the living room.

“Let’s get you painted up,” she said flatly as she opened a small makeup kit and took out a pointed brush. She dabbed it in one of the colors and began applying a very bright red on my lips.

She was very careful with the edges, but not so careful with the back of the lips. I could taste the paint when she worked on my open mouth.

“Keep your mouth slightly open for two minutes and let that dry,” she finally said and walked back into the kitchen. When she came back, she was carrying a mirror. She let me look at myself before she closed the eye holes on the hood. That’s when she said that my lips were now a beacon of sluttiness.

I lay across the bench for hours listening to the sounds around me. I heard the sounds of people working in the kitchen to prepare the meal. I heard some cars come and go at the house, and once a heavier vehicle, perhaps a delivery truck of some sort. Eventually I heard the arrival of Master Arnold and Mistress Jane, the first guests. I knew who they were because the server ...

... maids that Mistress J had hired from Mistress Leona called them by name. If the maids were dressed like they were at previous parties, they were in naked French maid outfits. Those outfits consisted of stockings and lace garter belts and a tightly cinched corset with small shelf-like cups to support their breasts. A maid’s cap and shiny black high-heeled shoes completed the ensemble.

“Greet slave zara,” Mistress J said cheerfully, and Master Arnold and Mistress Jane walked past me and slapped me soundly on the ass. I yelped when Master Arnold slapped me, but was ready for it when Mistress Jane did. I was also ready for the other guests when they arrived. I didn’t yelp, but just counted quietly. The count was at fifteen when Mistress Leona, the last guest arrived. That meant that there would be sixteen people around the table in the dining room.

I continued to lay over the bench listening to them eat and talk. Then I heard Mistress J say, “I don’t think slave zara has had anything.” Then I heard footsteps approaching me from behind. “This is very mild,” she said, “but I think you will enjoy it... silently!”

I then felt something being pushed into my ass. It went in rather easily, but it should have. I had spent an hour with various butt plugs loosening up my ass for tonight. It felt very small for an anal plug. I thought that was a bit unusual until it started to sting. It was a ginger root! I wanted to cry out or even scream, but Mistress J had told me to stay quiet ...