It’s My Party - Sex Stories

It’s My Party

... very lightly stroking my leg all the way up to my cunt. “My little zara,” she said softly, “zara, zara, zara, we all know that you are a depraved slut who will fuck anything. Even you know that now. And we all know that you are in the depths of your inner being a pain slut who gets off being dominated. Yes, even you have to admit that now.”

She started lightly rubbing my swollen ass. She must have been standing on the stepstool because she could easily reach me. “And we all know, zara, what happens to depraved sluts and pain sluts, don’t we?” she continued still speaking very softly. “Those kinds of sluts will constantly seek what they need. They can’t control themselves. They will go deeper and deeper into their needs until they are all used up. You know that’s true, don’t you?”

There was silence for a moment and then she said much more sternly, “Don’t you!”

I was crying harder than when I was being spanked, but I managed to blubber out, “Yes.”

“So you know the only way for you to survive and have a happy life, don’t you?”

This time I only nodded my head and cried.

“Then say it,” Mistress J said firmly. “Say it slave zara.”

I swallowed several times and then said in a very shaky voice, “This slut submits herself to you, Mistress J, as your slave and gives you total control of its life.”

“I accept you as my slave,” Mistress J said. Then I heard a buzzing sound and something was pressed against my front just above my cunt.

I gasped loudly as a ...

... thousand bees stung my flesh. Then Mistress J spoke. “That was an electronic tattoo device,” she began, “It says ‘slave zara, Propery of Mistress J.’ Is that a true statement?”

“Yes Mistress J,” I said softly.

I heard something being scraped across the floor behind me. Then I heard a slight creaking as someone climbed a ladder behind me. The bottom portion of the hood was released and pulled up slightly. I could tell by the feel of his hands that it was a man doing this. Something was being wrapped around my neck in its place. It was hard and cold. I heard a very slight “Click” and it was in place.

“With this collar,” Mistress J said firmly and loudly, “I accept you as my personal slave and extend my protection and guidance over your life and being.”

There was the loud sound of applause, then Mistress J said, “I think it is time for you to see your new Masters and Mistresses.” She was almost laughing as she said that.

The man behind me fully loosened the hood and pulled it up off my head. There was a loud gasp from the sixteen people gathered. I heard someone exclaim, “Mistress Regina!!!”

“No,” Mistress J said firmly, “Mistress Regina is gone. Actually she never existed. This is slave zara.” She looked up at me and asked, “That is who you have truly been all along, isn’t it little zara?”

“Yes, Mistress J,” I said softly.

“Well,” Mistress J said with a slight laugh, “it’s time for dessert. Gather around the table and our slut staff will serve a delicious ...