WickedMistress' Blurty

Subject:	My First Night After I was Sold Pt 2
Time:	3:40 am.

I awoke to the smell of hay, manure, and sweat...
Confused, and not remembering where I was, feeling afraid. I wanted up,
and out. Attempting to rise, I found that I was unable to. I was in a 4 point
restraint, completely unclothed. Horrified, I begged my brain for a memory.
Where was I. What had happened that I would be in a position like this ( no
pun intended. Really!).
Whispers, the louder. I heard a woman coming closer to where I lay splayed
for all to see. My instincts wanted to cover, yet unable to do so, I remained
there, as if dead. With every inch of my being open for all to see. The
humiliation was unparalleled to anything I had ever been through. After a
time in my stall the memories began to flow back to me.... In my mind it
would all be in fun, sex, and a new thrill to incounter.It was innocent
enough. I was in no way a stranger to the evils that others inflect upon
those that they say they love. The night I had gone to that party, I had two
things in mind: 1) Getting my abusive boyfriend out of my mind, and go
ahead and do what he had been accusing me of for 3 years, and 2) To get
away from my mother who would use me as a bartering chip to get her
ways. It had started when I was still living with her, and unaware of the
cruelty of life.As the years continued, I began to resent that she had all the
benefits while I remained bound to her because of my own low self worth.
" Ahhh it wakes" a women said. Sarcasm dripped from her mockery, and
it was deep in her. I heard the mockery in her voice as if it was molasses.
It was almost to the point of wanting to take a shower.
" Well my dear, I think we'll get you washed up, and get you outfitted for
you first days lessons", laughing, another chimed in, " Yeeeeas, can we
start with her tail, and trotting Mistress!!???"
Oh my god, I thought. Was I cast into Cinderella while I was out?
It was as if this was the evil step sister that could not wait to inflict
humiliations beyond my comprehension, and little did I know, that was
exactly what she had in mind.she did at that. And would try everything
within her power to get me branded "failure, and out to pasture". Ivory had
joined Mistress as a orphan of her sister, and because of the blood line, she
wanted it to be known that she was second in command. Should you ever
dare to cramp her style she would make your life hell. She had proven that
with handler.
True to Her word, I was unleashed and lead to a horse stall that was for the
sole purpose of bathing Her Horses, and pony girls. I was strapped to a
roman chair, and shaved completely and then my hair was sorted through,
and some parts where cut. My long beautiful brunette hair was waist
length, and by no standards in need of care. It stayed at its length, but under
neath was an inch that was cut to the scalp.
As I had two hands bathing, rinsing, and shaving. It was all a bit much. Still
drowsy from the night before, I could have fallen asleep as I was, restraints
kept me in attention.
After my bath, I was powdered, clipped, and measured. Neck, waist , length
of my torso, and feet. When I was finally finished, a leather face strap was
put over my head, and a bit inserted into my mouth. It was not at all un-
comfortable, but I still felt the straps rub the corners of my mouth, I knew
that it was only a matter of time before I would have a blister from the
constant rubbing. handler came up towards where I stood, naked less the
bridle, and she clipped a lead onto it. Tugging, I was now completely unable
to say a word, and to protest would have caused me only further torment. I
took her lead and followed behind her. As a turned the stable door for the
hall. I felt it, the first of many, and I would never get used to it.
"Snap!!", then the sting of a shortened thin racing crop, " NO! , NO!, You are to trot!" Stopping, I instinctively put my hands up to shield my rear. And then, a yank from my lead, and I was on the stable floor. " Snap!!". My back this time. "Get it front gloves and a harness, quickly!!" Mistress yelled at my short haired handler. I guess the whole thing was that I thought I could handle anything on my own terms, and deal with them. I was so wrong, little did I know just how cruel people could really be, greed, lust, and amusement at the sight of others misery. In a way I compared my first months in the barn to Caligula, always aware that each day was a gift, even if I was often beaten, and left alone for days at a time with nothing but granola in a feed bag, and a water troth. I was always reminded that it could be far worse. The morning I awoke to my new life, I was told that I had been slipped a mickey fin in my last champagne, and shipped far far away.To even attempt to escape was suicide. At that very moment in walked a girl of exquisite green eyes and auburn hair. She was told to stand in present, and I saw for the first time that what I had been told about being branded was by no means a flippant way of saying another. On her hip where the words " interminableness", and on her rear "Out to Pasture." I saw immediately that this girl was once striking, but the years of mental and physical abuse had aged her 10 years at lease. I knew then. My only way out was to play their game.
Laying on the ground, tears rolling down my face, I could not utter a cry, it
was inaudible. I was broken now. I was in Hell, and it is what I had wanted.
Memories, of The Story of O, had flooded back into my mind, and being
always an extrovert, and attempting new things at the drop of a hat, I
thought that for me to be in a harem of sexy women would be far better
than being a punching bag to Link, with out hesitating, I jumped at a chance
to be own. It sounded so medieval, and romantic, proper, and secretive.
Dressing in gowns, and slyly servicing my mistress under the table... I could
just see, her legs spread as I squat beneath the table, and make my way to her
juicy pussy, licking sucking, and fingering her wet hole, as she acted as if nothing was going on. With one foot between my legs, and fucking me with the tips of her heels. The cum dripping out of her now, I would have to taste her nectars, and would. Completely taking her sweetness into my mouth, both sucking, and inhaling simultaneously. My tongue deep within her, and my nose worshipping her clit. I feel her hand reach under the table, and drop a significant looking sausage, pushing me away, and handing me this beautiful piece of meat. Slowly I realized she wanted me to fuck myself, on the floor under the table with people over me, eating as if nothing out of the ordinary. How wild, and hot to think such things. To stuff that 12 inch sausage into my swollen cunt, and pumping it deeply, and hard into my pussy. It would drive me to a loud climax, and curious looking beneath the table. How proud I would make my Mistress to display myself in such a manner? I would. It was a fantasy I had since my first experience with alternative lifestyles, and sexual practices. each time, I would then suck the make shit cock, clean of all my cum. While a crowed watched me from their seats at the table. I could only think of the great sex, and erotica I would experience. I could have never know what it really meant to be property of another. In the
many times of thinking of that, I would fuck myself feverishly, practicing same of the dialog I might have. " Oh yes Mistress, I love this big Dido in my pussy. I want you to be happy, and make you want me. To allow all these guest to throw me up on the table, and have their way with me. 1, two, and three at a time as you watch me get every orifice filled with cock, and strap on's",I would say as I fucked myself into a climax. I could not wait to be property. But now...This
was not at all what I had imagined what was thought as a slave. Now, all I
could do, was think one day at a time, and soon my year would be up.
Laying there. I came to the realization, that if I did well, I would not be
cropped severely, in front of others. Humiliated in front of my counter parts
only to be laughed at. I at that moment swore I would be a great pony girl,
one that would make a Mistress pained to loose, and that in itself would be
my sweet revenge.
I rolled on my back, offering my paws. A tug, and I stood, one step, and then
another. The harness clipped in the back. And criss crossed my breasts. A
belt held my paws in front, as in a begging position. I stood, and awaited
instruction from Mistress. "Now, on your tip toes, and trot, bounce, but not
so much that your upper body shakes. " I listened attentively, keeping my
eyes down at my feet, and saw in my mind what she asked. I had done all
kinds of gymnastics, and classical dance as a girl, and was able to do many
things. Even with such a meager income while growing up. Mom always
made sure I had classes for ballet, piano, and a tutor as well. I was given an
education that many in my social class would have considered way out of
my social class. Even my class mates gave me a terrible ribbing about these
after school activities, and yet. I knew that I would be grateful for the classes
someday, or that is what Ma, told me.
I had always been more out going than my peers, doing things like flying to
New York for the weekend, just to be seen on national television. Falling in
love in a week with a beautiful man name Jack. I worked 2 weeks over time
just to buy my ticket to get to Boston to be with him. Everything I wanted to
do, seemed to happen for me. I wanted to Ski grouse mountain one summer,
and my then boyfriend surprised me with a Patek Philippe, and two first
class tickets to Vancouver to ski Grouse.
I had even managed to get away with a weekend in Las Vegas for a job I did
stripping floors, by hand mind you. I had been given a week, and got it done
in 3 days. I knew I was fortunate, and never took my status for granted. Yet,
here I was. I wanted to be a pony slave, and now I was. This was a first time
that what I wanted , was not what I really wanted. Listening attentively to
Mistress, her voice now took on a auburn sound. If you could hear what
auburn sounds like that is. The hues, and pitches, where as if in a slow
lullaby, comforting, and yet authorities. Gone was a snobbish woman, now
A Mistress stood before me. I could feel her words on me as if hands.
Caressing, and soothing me. I knew she was a force to be reckoned with, and I
wondered why she wanted a plane girl like me under Her care. I was
mesmerized by her voice, and yet fully aware of the penalty for not being
attentive. Wanting to kneel, at her booted feet, and take them into my
mouth, adore her for the Strong woman I so wished I could have been. Yet I
knew it would be thought of as a ploy, a way to gain favor. But it was what
I truly felt. A tug on my lead, brought me back. I had completely forgotten
what she had told me, and within 2 feet, I knew my error.
, " SNAP!!" I felt it across my back, " Snap, snap" landing on my hip, and soft
inner thigh. " Why are you choosing your way?", she queried. " I feel as if it
is your desire to make my task a difficult one. Is that your intent?, well I
won't have it. Not today. I'll leave it up to Ivory to continue the session " She
Said, then threw down the crop, and turned to leave. handler looked at me,
and I could see, a deep pity for me. My mind whirled, now what torments
would Ivory have the pleasure to inflect on me with out Mistress to over see
her? Cold fear ran through my veins as she stood in front of me, a new and
wider crop in hand." No, bitch, lets she just how tough you really are, shall
we?" And before I could take on step, I felt the first blow, against my ***.
Hard, and continuous blow after blow. Each harder than before, I could not
even attempt to shield the blows, as they came so hard, and fast. My hands
chained in front, and unable to protect myself, I felt my knees go weak, and
then I lay on the flow, and still, I felt the unforgiving hand that held that crop
take aim in my most intimate parts. Soon I lay broken on the stable floor,
covered in my own urine, and blood, " OHH My GOD!," Mistress spat." What
the fuck have you done Ivory?, Are you testing my patience with you as
well? " she said. " In my world wine is thicker than blood, don't you think for
one minuet that once I am gone you will be The Mistress of this estate just
because of my sisters memory.Don't you dare think you can ride her skirt
tails into my realm, and take her rightful place. I will burn everything I own
before I leave it to you, do you hear me you undeserving hussy?" She yelled,
now millimeters from Ivory's face, she said, in her now auburn voice " Pick
her up, take her to the guest chalet, and send for the vet to tend to her, I will
not have you use that type of force with any of my charges, ever!" Then, she
bent beside me, and whispered in my ear, " My poor poor beauty".
I cried. But no one heard me. I cried. Yet the tears did not roll down my face.
My heart bled. But only the the blood of my wounds were seen. My face
blank, as my heart began to bleed, the rest of my soul out. I closed my eyes
and laid back, and I then surrendered to my fate .My desires to want to be
wanted by Mistress. As I cried from the bleeding soul, I took a deep breath of
her beauty, closed my eyes, then I surrendered to the deep blackness that
welcomed me home.

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Subject:	Palovian Training For Sarah
Time:	7:24 pm.

I had a Sub who was really into being made to get off in front
of others,
but she wanted to do something a little different. I am a
martial artist, so I come across a lot of different types
of stuff, some of
it really fun for SMB&D.I had just picked up a staff
that was 24 inces in length, and opened into two seperate
escreama sticks( A Filipino Martial Arts Weapon). One
night I told her, I had a speacial treat in store for her.
I blind folded her, and sat her in the fluffy chair in front
of the T.V set that we used for scenes with guests.
Then told her I had a something a little different that I
wanted her to experiment with for us, the catch was, I wanted
her to use the intire object. She was good at taking large
objects, and thought there would be no problem with any
" dildo " that I may have in store for her. As our
guests arrived, I brought out the new " tool "
, and when I asked her if she would commit to it and said yes,
I removed the blindfold and showed her the weapon, or device
of my choosing. Now I will not go into what the consiqences
of commiting, and failing are, but she would not do such
a thing, further more, she was not an anal girl, and often
times would opt for the crop, instead of the plug. When I
showed her that the staff came apart into two pieces, she
looked noticebly unfortable and now that I had guests,
she knew it was not an option to back out.
I put it to her lips, and she began to suck on it, handing her
one, as I held the other. She was soon very wet, at the pospect
of showing herself wet, and shaved in a vulnerable position.
She loved it, to say the least.
I began to rub her pussy lips with the other end, now dripping
wet, and hot pink swollon, she spread her legs out, and placed
them over the chair arms. Leaning back, I told her to take
the staff I had, and show my guests, what perfect girl , and
how well trained she was. Obligeing, she took the staff,
and began to rub her clit, slowly at first, then she bagan
to push it into her pussy. I saw her face, and she was obviously
turned on. I then took my seat to her left, and watched as
she began to push the saff deeper and deeper into her pussy,
as she did, my legs spread almost as if willing her to spread
wider with my own movements.
Once she had secured the one staff deep inside her pussy,
she got up, and bent over the back side of the over stuffed
chair, leaving only her pussy stuffed with a escreama stick
in it, and her ass showing. Slowly she rubbed the pussy juice
that had dripped between her legs onto her ass hole, and
slowly pushed it in.I heard a moan escape from her mouth,
and was sure it was that of pleasure. I noticed her hips moveing
in circles, as she continued to stuff the stick deeper into
her ass . Then simultaniously pushing both in and out of
her. Now with out any reservations, she was ass up, as in
"Present" and moaning hard. I then stood, and
took my place on the stool which I had placed beside the chair,
Rounding the back I stood ontop of it, lifting my skirt,
I pushed my pussy against her mouth. "Suck my clit,
you slut" I said, as I pushed her face deep against
my ever swelling pussy. Liftiing on foot to the back of the
chair so to give her better acsess, I felt her shake, I knew
she was going to come soon. Pulling her hair, as if they were
reins on a horse, I drove her face deep into my pussy as I let
go of the orgasim, she too was pumping both sticks into her
ass, and pussy. Harder and harder. I heard her moans, as
if she where crying from pain. And in the last of her bucking
she screamed deep into my climaxing cunt. I would not let
her go, until she had done her creampie cleanup. When I cut
her loose, I knew that she would now be very receptive to
anal penetration. I walked my guests to the door, and each
one was pleased with the the scene. I knew that, because
not one of them wanted to stay for drinks. It was an evening
I think of often, and will never forget. She did well, and
went on to be a anal slut. Who says you cant teach an old dog
new tricks???

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Subject:	Pennance For A Slave
Time:	3:31 am.

ashly knew that she had dissapointed me, and broken one of the cardinal rules: No talking back, in the presence of company.
She knew that it was time for the retrain
-ing, and I had opted for a sanitery hotel room instead of the traditional dungeon.
As she entered the room, I ordered her to get into "present", which she did being the good trained girl that she was.
I stood befor her,I dropped my coat, and allowed her to see the black leather merry
-widow, and thiegh highs boots benieth. I knew this alone was toture for her, but did not allow her to budge one bit. As I noticed her eyes glance up ward I thwarted her rear wih my crop. "ashley", I said, "you dissapointed me this evening, I cannot have you dis obey me in the presence of others, how do you think that makes me look as a Mistress?" I asked, and again, cropped her rear, harder this time. Laying the crop at my feet, next to her face. I put a hand on her back, and began to spank her ass, until it gained a rosey appearence. Then, I asked her" I'm I right?"
" Yes Mistress, " she replied, "You are always correct, and I am in need of your swift hand for correction," Walking around towards her back, I sled one of my boot tips into the crack of her legs, right inside of her pussy, standing up, and at attention. As I felt her lean back onto it, I slapped her hard again, and this time she cried out. " Now you little bitch, don't you dare think because I am enjoying, my boot tip inside you hot little cunt, does it men that you can!!, Do you understand me?" Not saying a word, she nodded, with her head bowed deep into the rug, I knew she was red, I could see her ears. Now she would understand that my kindness was not ever to be mistaken as weakness.
Again, I stuck my boot tip into her, and wiggled it back and forth , left then right.I could feel her pussy juices wet on my boot, and I began to push on my cunt, wanting to stick my finger in it, I knew I couls not allow her to see my pleasure yet. Rounding her front, I stuck my wet boot tip, under her chin.." Now, lick it clean you filthy little slut!". Pushing it into her face, she was aprehiensive about licking the boot, bending down for the crop, I stuck the wide end deep into my wet pussy, and pushed it into her face.... "Dare and not lck your Mistresses love juices", her eyes began to water, the tears also began to roll." Tears will not take back all the actions that words did not speak. Now show me your pennance you pitch, or I will sell you to the first person to come calling". Now, with my boot under her chin she took it into her mouth as one would a cock, and slowly she sucked, and then licked the cummy juice that had been layed all over it. As she did this, I too felt my pussy be gin to flood with cum, and as I watched her ass wiggle as she gave my boot tip head, I stuck my hand into my thong. " Look!". I said, " Look what your Mistress needs now... I need something thick, and hard deep in my snatch". Seeing this, her mouth took on more erotic motion, and I got so I could take no more.
Quickly I pulled the seat up against my legs, and sat down hard, bringing my legs up, and over the arm rests.Pulling at her collar lead, I dragged her face deep between my wet pussy, and spread my lips wide so that she would have acsess. " Suck my wet cunt you little tramp, , and you had better do it right, or I'll send you off to Alaska, and make you the whore for the whole town,"... Allowing it to sink in, I then said" Because really, that is what you are, just a whore with a leash". Bringing her hair, and gathering it into two sides so that I could pull on them, giving her a silent order to move forward, on all fours she obayed, As she kneeled on the floor, and had her head burried into my pussy, I brought the crop around her back, and down under her stomace. As I did this, I brought my booted leg down from an arm, and selectivly layed it between her legs. As I did this, I ordered her to sit her wet cunt onto my boot., She did, " Now moan you dog bitch, moan, I want to hear you", I said. As she brought me closer to my orgasim, I say her begin to fuck my boot tip with all she had, " Yes, you little bitch in heat I said," Now bark, I want to hear you as if you where a bitch getting it real good!!" Soon I could her a growl deep within her, and a mewing sound, then a pant, soon she could take it no more, and neither could I, " Yes you bitch, fuck my boot." Her toungue deep in my pussy, along with three of her fingers, I began to buck, just as i heard her howl, Pulling her face so deep into my cunt, and not know weather or not she could breath, I fucked her face like I had never fucked anything befor. As I slowly regained control. I could hear her, moaning, and shaking. Yes she had come too. As i kicked her off, I noticed a wet spot benieth the boot. Yeas, she had learned her lesson well. She was a little more than a pet, that I could get head from, and now that she knew it, I would not be haveing much trouble from her ever again! .

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Time:	10:31 pm.
Mood:	working.

I WOKE UP, TO A DARKEND ROOM..... I was sure there was some movement going on, but I was not sure were from, then suddenly I felt a hand over my mouth,and a voice, don't say a word, and I wont hurt you. Afraid and in fear for my life, Iobeyed aeery order. I wore a long nitie to bed, and I felt his hands reachedp, pulling the blanket off me with one great motion, and then, a small knife,began to cut my nightgown from the bottom to the neck. As I layed there helpless, I felt the tugging of my arm, and then the other. He had tied them to the bed frame.Tight.I was unable to move. Then something soft, was stuffed into my mouth, patting me on my breast, then pinching hard. " That is to make sure you dont make any noise before I am done with you." Suddenly he stood in front of me, at the foot of the bed, and again tied my feet. One, and then the other. I layed there, naked before him, and unable to attempt to hide my self. I knew he was wearing a mask, and I was unable to see any of his features. I knew he must be a pro at this, because he took his time. Shaking, I knew what was about to happen to me. Slowly, he unzipped his pants, and stood before me, his erect penis, a sight to behold. I knew he saw the fear in my eyes, and that gave him a even larger hardon. Then he slowly started up between my legs, saying "I'll bet your husband dosen't even give a shit if you get off or not"... I didn't understand what he meant...I did my wifely duties.What was he trying to say. As he made his was between my legs, I felt his breath inside my tender loins. I felt excited, and repulsed at the same time "How dare this man" , I thought to myself. Then suddenly, I felt a wet softness right on my clitoris, and as if automatically I spread open, but only jerked, due to the binds, and he noticed it, saying " Ohhh, you like that, do you?", I was not going to let this man know I was a little turned on...I mean it had been 2 months since i had used the bath tub. Slowly, he began to lick me, in, and out, softly sucking me. " Oh my goddness!" .Went through my head. " This cannot be happening.". Slowly and rythmically, he refused to stop. I could not help my self much more, and I heard moans comming out from my throat, I tried to compose my self, but was powerless to. I then felt a finger being inserted, slowly into my pussy.My god I thought, this is sooo good, how can I allow this to continue, and like it so very much? Soon I was moving my hips back and forth, as I breathed hard throw my nose, and moaned simultaniusly, I felt him stop, then mount me. Pushing my legs up, he started to fuck me, and rub on my clit at the same time...."Ohh this is so good, I kept thinking. He noticed my pleasure, and steadily fucked me. Saying, "If your a good girl I'll take the gag out" Nodding hard, as he did, a moan, deep left my mouth. As he continued, he said if I really wanted him to continue, I would talk dirty. I had never spoke a dirty word in my life, but I agreed, copping every word he said. As I felt his cock swell inside of me, I said "OHH My, I'm going to climax !!","No!", he said," I want you to say your going to come, your going to fucking come!!", as I felt it rise, I said it " I'm going to come, I'm going to fucking come"., and with that I did, deep, and hard he pertrated me, making me scream like I had never known. Suddenly, it was over, he got up quickly, and started for the door. Yelling after him, I said" I'll be alone for the next 2 weeks".... Slowly he turned around, and said.." Yes. I know",he said, " We'll be having a lot more time to get to know each other", as he left, I felt myself, walking into a new chapter, of a once dull life, and for the frst time in years, I smiled at the thought of my new Mater, and our jouney into my limits.

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Time:

9:39 pm.

I had only been with a couple of girls before, but I thought
I was Xandier Hollifield. I had been invites to an exclusive
party on Black Point, a Black Tie affair. We were hosting
Loverboy, and there was no shortage of blonde beauties,
with perfect Aqua netted hair. I dressed simply in comparison.
A lavender silk that belted at the hips. I was no raving beauty,
and I knew that, I was a realist for sure. But my very best
friends always had a chance to get with the band. I was having
an affair with the promoter, and that was good enough for
me, I was not a groupie by any standards. I walked into the
party, and the entire floor was bathed in white marble,
with a sunken fireplace in the middle and a circular couch.
All the women seemed to gravitate to it, and I also took a
spot. I sat with my Beautiful in hand, and listened to the
aimless gossip for a few minuets. The lady beside me, was
in her late forties, and very stricking I must say. I was
still 3 years short of being legal age, but I did know class
when I saw it, and she was classy. She asked if I had a light
for her cigarette, and I lit it for her.After about 5 min,
she asked if I wanted to powder my nose.Hell yeah I thought,
as I nodded.We entered a bathroom that was unbelievable.
It was so big, carpeted, white just as everything else in
the home. She and I went into a private bathroom 7 sinks,
and a number of single toilet stalls, plus a huge sunken
bath tube.It was wild to me to see that kind of extravagance.Once
we got in, she locked the door behind me, and started to get
the Fijians ready, suddenly a knock, and then, "Julie
its me" . Julie asked me if I would be so kind to open
the door, and I did ever so obident I was then.Standing before
me was a woman that was a perfect beauty. I could only star
at her, her face, and figure and hope that I would be so beautiful
one day. She looked at me, and smiled politly, then with
her right hand stroked my hair, " My your hair is so
beautiful, is it natural ?", Was she just trying to
be nice I woundered. Looking up at her. Her eyes, so soft,
and inquisitive. Pulling her hand down from my hair, and
up for me to take hold of, "I am Charmaigne, and you
are?, "I am Charlie", I said. As I stared at her
frame my hostes, Julie nodged me, and then said to go ahead,
do a little happy salt. As I bent down to inhale, I noticed
these women looking at me in a very desirable way. I felt
flushed, and somewhat embarrassed.I had never met woman
so sophisticated before.I felt unfinnished, and somewhat
naieve. And nothing at all if even near he same league that
they where in. As we started to talk, began to ask me about
my personal life, I ever had a female lover, and was a bit
taken by their forward questions. Soon I was blushing.
And they laughed at this. With out another word, they took
me by the hand, and led me out of the bathroom, and into a large
guest room. With my Hostes infront of me, slipping her hand
along the front of my dress, her gal pal, began to kis my neck, and
squeeze my already erect nipples. Soon I found I was nude
before these woman, and standing before them as if I where
under inspection. I was slowly led to the bed, and layed
down, and I felt soft lips on my stomach, and dropping
down towards my thieghs. I closed my eyes, because I felt
shame, but along with it, I felt excited. And for the wet
and swollen pussy I had, I was a give away. As I felt on soft
mouth reach my wet pussy, and start to lick gentaly, another
stood over me, and began to tease me with her wounderful
pussy in my face. Just as I would have the nerve to lick, she
would pull up, and away from the reach of my toungue. I felt
my pussy swelling, and dripping wet, so much that the cum
was dripping between my ass. Suddenly I felt a grip on both
my legs, and they where pulled up, and apart. I was fully
exposed, and delirious with the possibilties. Thoughts
of being raped by 6 or seven women rushed through my mind, and
the things that they might do to me for their own perverted
pleasure. Stick a bottle of wine in my pussy, or purhaps,
the end of a hair brush. My mind whirled at the thoughts of
what may happen. Suddenly I heard another voice, and I knew
that something speacial was in store for me. I felt someone
sit next to my spread legs, and then a cold object was pushed
into my pussy. It shocked me, and I heard someone say, she
likes that ice cock dosent she? I was speachless, I had never
been with a woman, let alone like this. And as many times
as I wanted to have a freaky experience, I never knew that
what I had fantasized about was true for some. As I felt the
ice cock pulled from my pussy. Another object was inserted
into my soft wet pussy. A wine bottle. Ohh and it felt so good.
I had never felt so sluty, and like such a whore in my life, yet
I loved it. I wanted to be treated like a slut, be called a
tramp. and be forced to be fucked with every object available
to be stuffed into my wet swollen pussy. I had only a moment
to realize what was going on, when I felt the dildo slide
up into my ass , and I never would have believed it, but it
felt so good to be degraded in this way. I wanted to be tied
up in the front room, and have anyone who wanted me, to have
me. To be forced to take a cock in muy ass, a pussy in my mouth,
and a bottle of wine in my pussy, as another drank its contents
with every contraction that I had. This was diffenatly
something I wanted to happen again and again. As I felt the
pressure of my on comming orgasim, I started to moan, and
was cheered on. CUM!CUM!CUM! was what I was told, and as
I felt someones mouth sucking on my clit, as the bottle slippedin
and out my orgasim rolled out hard from deep with in my womb.
As it did, I began to beg " FUCK ME!, PLEASE FUCK ME!"
I didn't want it to ever stop. I wanted to test tool ever
made for a pussy. At last, the spiral of the orgasim wound
down, and I was left breathing hard, and moaning. Ohhh would
this ever happen to me again? was all that went through my
head. As my legs were brought down, I was handed my cloths,
and shown to the shower. When I was finished, I found the
house empty except for the chaufer. "May I take you
home know madame?", was all he said. Saddend by the
end of the event, I got into the car. And all I could think
about was the events of the evening. I had to finger fuck
myself 2 times befor I got home. As I was shown to the door,
the driver then said...." Next week, you are invited
to another party in your honor...what time should I pick
you up?".
The following week, I was again put up into restraints,
yet I as not at all traeted nicely as I was before.
Legs apart. A iron bar was put between them, and locked around
my ankles. I was powerless now, and completly vulnerable.
Horrified at the thought of my delima. I felt the tears of
shame flow from my eyes. I closed them tight. I din't
want to see. A board was slipped under my body, and soon,
I was being lited into the air by way of ass first. Then turned
over, at an angle, My ass lifted high in air, and my hips
resting on some thing cushioned, I was still suspended,
and yet balanced. I could only picture the sight, arms streached
out above me, and legs apart, ass high in the air, and every
part of me visible. I heard them wispering to them selves,
and I seen felt a soft leather object between my legs, as
figers spread my pussy lips, another hand guided this leather
dilido deep into my pussy. I was hardly wet, and she forced
what did not go in easily. I heard The New Hostes wispering
in my ear " I am going to sell you to the highest bidder
here tonight, and let them fuck you until they are spent, and
then I will do it again, and again, until every last person
has fucked every hole , and you are ozzeing with cum, do you
like the sound of that?", As I began to shake my head
in a no, I felt the sting of a crop, hit my ass high on the hip.
Hard, and swift. It stung, and again I felt deep shame, and
powerlessness. " That was not the right answer my
dear", She said. "You see, this is all for you
my dear.You are the entertainment tonight" and again, I
felt the crop come down hard on me. This time, right on my
opened pussy lips. Tears streaming down my face.I knew
I was in trouble. Feeling my lips pulled apart, then clips
on them, as if to keep them spread apart. Was there no part
of me, left hidden? I Could do nothing, I was at the mercy
of this Women, who said I was to be sold. As the action began,
I heard Her descibe me as if a race horse. When at last the
bid was complete I was sold for 50, 000 dollars, no hard limits
other than the ussual, and for a time no longer than a year,
and no less than 6 months. Well I guess I would be getting
all the pussy stuffing I had dreampt of, and the some hugh?

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