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It’s My Party
Date: 9/28/2023, Categories: Fiction Anal Authoritarian, BDSM Blowjob Bondage and restriction Cum Swallowing Discipline, Domination/submission Erotica Female Domination, Female solo, Female/Female Humiliation Masturbation Slavery, Voyeurism Author: The_Technician, Source: sexstories.com
... Creme Brulee.” As the people ducked their heads and filed beneath me to get to the dining room, Mistress J said cheerily, “I have a special dessert for you, too, slave zara.” One of the servants hurried out carrying a special harness. She stepped up onto the ladder and wrapped it around my waist. Then she pushed the anal plug into my ass. After everything I went through already, it slipped in very easily, but the leather stung against my bruised and purple ass. Then Mistress J reached up from in front of me and pushed the oversized dildo into my cunt. Once it was in place, she pulled the strap up to the belt and firmly secured it. She slipped back under me and walked over to the table where she picked up a remote of some sort. She pushed some buttons and both the dildo and the anal plug began buzzing. It must have been following a program of some sort because even after she sat down with her guests, the vibrations continued to rise and fall. The two vibrators were not in sync, so one would be at maximum while the other might be even at minimum. Once in a while they got into sync. That would drive me wild and I would grunt and moan and shake in my restraints. Then, just when both vibrators would reach maximum, they would deliver a lightning bolt of electricity to my cunt and ass. The first time that happened I screamed loudly. The second time I just grunted and went back to enjoying the vibrations. It was on the sixth or seventh time that I blasted off and ...
... then hung limply as a naked X in the archway. “No more,” I muttered, “please no more,” but Mistress J replied, “You want it. You just won’t admit that to yourself. You will hang there until the evening is over.” She had gotten up from the table and was standing directly behind me now. She reached up and stroked my bruised asscheeks. “I may even leave you up there all night,” she said softly. “And when I finally bring you down, you are going to write up everything that happened today and send it to Master W. He will post it on all of his story sites and everyone will know that Mistress Regina has become slave zara. Will you do a good job of that, slave zara?” “Yes Mistress J,” I answered softly. She only kept me up in the arch until after all of the guests had left. Two of the servants had to help lower me to the ground because I couldn’t stand on my own. I sat on the floor looking up at Mistress J. She looked down at me and said, “Once everything returns to normal, I want you in the office that used to belong to Mistress Regina. You will write up everything tonight and leave it on a memory stick. Put that stick on my desk next to my computer. I will edit things and send it to Master W in the morning. Can you do that, slave zara?” “Yes, Mistress J,” I answered, “slave zara can do that.” -o- Mistress J only changed a few things in the story I wrote. She was, however, very upset that I hadn’t told the story of how this night came about so I am adding that ...