It’s My Party - Sex Stories

It’s My Party

... was pulled out as far as it would go, then she would switch to the right leg and pull it out.

She switched back and forth several times. Each time I would cry out, “No more, please no more,” but she would just laugh and say, “The Mistress sets the limits, slut, not the slave. Besides, your body will adjust.”

She was right. Somehow, my leg or hip or whatever, would relax slightly after a minute or two and then Mistress J would pull me tighter... and tighter... and tighter. Finally my feet were off the ground and I was hanging tied in a very tight naked X in the middle of the arch.

I had my eyes closed trying to relax my body when I heard a soft buzzing. Mistress J was removing my carefully trimmed pubic hair with a small battery powered clipper.

“My God!” she said loudly. “Your juices are flowing so heavily I’m afraid you are going to short out my clippers.”

Then she ran her finger through my wide-spread slit. I groaned loudly as her finger moved up to my clit. When her finger slid over my clit I almost screamed. When she started slowly circling my clit with her finger I groaned and screamed with each circuit around my pleasure nub.

Then she stopped.

I looked down at her and she was standing in front of me with her fists on her hips. “You are enjoying this way too much,” she said with a sly grin. “You need this, don’t you? Deep down in your heart and mind, you really need this.”

This time I found my voice and said, “Yes.” I intended to answer softly, ...

... almost meekly, but instead I shouted out my answer.

In response Mistress J started laughing. “How badly do you need it?” she asked as she again slid her fingers through my slit. “Would you let me whip you if I took you to orgasm afterwards?”

I didn’t want to answer. I really didn’t want to say yes. But “Yes!” was the answer I was keeping shut tightly within my mouth. I managed to keep my mouth shut as Mistress J’s eyes bored into me, but I couldn’t keep my head from slowly nodding.

Mistress J laughed. “I think I will keep that for another time,” she said as she ran her finger down my stomach, stopping just above my clit.

“Let’s talk about something more important,” she said. She pushed her finger deep into my cunt then pulled it partially out and slid it back to my rosebud. She didn’t push her finger in there, but she did push slightly with the tip on the very center of my pucker hole. When I gasped loudly, she laughed and slid her finger all the way back to my clit.

I was now panting very heavily and begging, “Please make me cum. Please make me cum. Please make me cum.”

“You are a true slut, aren’t you,” she said with a laugh. “So what would you do to get an orgasm? Would you let me use the permanent cream all over your body?”

“No!” I said very definitely, but she kept circling my clit with her finger. After a few moments I said, “Maybe.” Then my body started undulating on its own. I was trying to force myself harder into her finger. But Mistress J stepped ...