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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
... here. It was at breakfast on the day when she cut my hair. Mistress J and I are actually cousins who share a house that we inherited from our aunt. My bedroom is on the ground floor off the kitchen, hers is upstairs. We are very different people. I am... or was... a blonde with very pale skin that almost glows in the dark. Her skin is quite a bit darker and her hair is straight, black and very shiny. I can barely wake up before noon. She’s a morning person. Last week, there was someplace that we had to be and I was still in bed. She was at the table in the kitchen. My alarm had gone off several time and she had called me just as many times. She was getting upset and yelled to me, “Get your ass out here to this table NOW!” I wasn’t really awake yet, so I acted on instinct and jumped out of bed and ran into the kitchen. I sat down opposite her at the table and sat there shaking. I sleep in the nude, so I was sitting at the table naked. “That’s a response I would expect from my slaves,” she said, almost laughing. “Is that what I am?” I asked. “Is that what you need to be?” she replied. I paused a long time and then said “I don’t know. I really don’t ...
... know. I’m a Mistress because you are and you introduced me to the scene, but...” My voice trailed off and I looked down at the table. She reached across the table and lifted my head. Then she looked me straight in my eyes and said, “Maybe we should give you a taste of slavery and you can decide what you are? Think about it all day today. If you want to sample a taste of slavery, after supper tonight, kneel before me when we go into the living room and say, ‘I need to know.’ I will take it from there.” We ate in silence that night. Actually I don’t think we spoke at all during the day. After supper, I cleaned up the kitchen and went into my bedroom. Julie Ann went into the living room to watch TV. I came out of my bedroom naked and knelt before her. “I need to know,” I said in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper. She must have known what I would do because she had everything ready and prepared. From that point on she was no longer Cousin Julie Ann, she was Mistress J. And a week later she was this slave’s Mistress. I needed to know. And now I do. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END OF STORY = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =