Mistress K Letters 03: Sex Party Ch. 02

Slutslave

I get wet thinking back to how you served as excellent entertainment at my party - part art piece, part human piñata.

Kneel at my feet and worship at the creamy shrine of my Goddesshood while I bask in the memories...

After you were bound and suspended, you were cruelly tormented for the entertainment of my guests. It gave me great pleasure to see their marks blooming across the canvass of your cringing skin, the wicked attention paid to your vulnerable cockflesh and how they laughed as they stuffed your open mouth with all manner of delicious treats. Rather a change from where you prefer to be stuffed, but don't pout, that greedy little hole was already full and tormented so beautifully, wasn't it? And, of course, we all enjoyed your sweet song of pain and pleasure as you suffered our attentions, swinging and jerking in your delightful bondage.

However, all too soon we grew weary of our game and desired some sustenance. Master D cut you down and removed the ropes, which left such beautiful dark pink welts across your skin. A tender tattoo I know you will cherish, along with the other hurtful gifts you have been lucky enough to have already received this evening.

When I removed your blindfold, you were able, for the first time, to see the imposing figures of the male and female Dominants that had been enjoying you, my pretty little toy. And yet, you only had eyes for your Goddess. I saw your pupils dilate and nostrils flare as you took in my outfit - black latex bustier, cinched tightly, making my wasp waist small enough that a real man could span it with his hands, tight choker, long shiny latex gloves, snug rubber pencil skirt, lacy fishnet stockings and cruel boots. So rapt you were on the vision of your Domina, it was only when we moved towards the high wooden table that you noticed the slave girls and boys in varying states of undress - some naked, others in outfits made from tiny scraps of leather or rubber.

As I directed my honoured guests to take a seat at the table, you realised why it was so high as all the slaves crawled underneath and straddled the low stools in front of their Master or Mistress. You quickly found your stool beneath my seat at the head of the table - of course you are so very familiar with my beautiful legs and feet, clad as they were in long black buckled boots with a silver metal spike heel. You soon realised that each slave had straddled their stool, with knees on the floor, thighs spread open by the outer edges of the stool. I adore how vulnerable this made you feel, with your throbbing, beaten cock and swollen balls dutifully laid out before you on the seat of the stool, directly below my wicked boots. With a compelling, melodic voice, I explained to my guests that, while we dined, our slaves would have the task of pleasuring us orally. After all, we were being fed and, naturally, so should they. If they should need any encouragement to work more diligently, then the stools would make an excellent platform to punish their most vulnerable areas.

I knew how striped and sore your poor, abused cock was and how swollen your balls had become from the rubber flogger, ruler paddle, leather tawse and the cruel perspex cane, however, if encouragement was required, you knew I would not hesitate to correct you.

I loved how diligently you set to work at your task. I say task, but it is more of a gift to allow you to sup nectar from the font of your Goddess, when so often you are denied this pleasure. However, sometime between the clearing of the entrée and the start of the main course, I felt your tongue flagging. With unerring accuracy, I laid the sole of my boot along the length of your welted shaft and slowly began to increase the pressure. What joy when you immediately started to redouble your efforts, however, your tortured moans added vibrations to your oral pleasuring that I enjoyed immensely and I wanted more. I gained these delicious groans and whimpers by pressing down and grinding my rough sole against your battered manmeat. Oh, that felt so good. I was almost there, but I needed just a little more, and I knew just how to achieve it. Lifting my sole away from your trampled shaft I inched my heel forward until the thin metal spike was balanced atop one of your swollen balls. Satisfied that everything was correctly positioned, I relaxed in my chair as you frantically tried to complete your task without receiving further punishment.

But surely you knew this was a foolish endeavor? If it pleased me to hurt you for my satisfaction then I would do so, whether you earned a punishment or not. And you would gladly suffer it for me, wouldn't you, pup? And so, it was with tears in your eyes but joy in your heart, that you felt my heel gently start to crush your throbbing testicle, bringing me to my glorious peak...

Do not weep when you think of my cruel boot on your vulnerable manhood. All pain is a gift your Goddess bestows on you. If she truly found you worthless she would not waste her time correcting you. In fact, your suffering is a source of great joy and you must be proud to be called upon to bring such pleasure to one so far above you. Celebrate your suffering, pet, and know that your Mistress does too.

Ahhh yes, my sweet slave, you may stop now. I believe I need to take a moment to rest before I think about how I used your body for the final entertainment of the night. One, which I believe you will fear more than any other moment of evening so far...

Your demanding Domina,

Mistress K
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Mistress K Letters 03: Sex Party Ch. 02

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