This is part 1 of the yet to be decided series. Once again this is pure erotic fiction, with elements and parts that were played out in real life.
James had spent his 31st year globetrotting; something he had wanted to do ever since he left University. However, due to many commitments in his personal life he always put it off. It was a great year, visiting South East Asia, Australia, New Zealand, Central America and through South America. He met some fascinating people and some of the wonders of the world.
However, the fun of the trip would come to a sudden halt the moment he stepped off that plane at Heathrow. James had left a very comfortable job, earning good money working for an Investment Bank in the City of London. Times were good back then, earning huge bonuses, eating at the finest restaurants and living the fullest life a single lad could in Central London. How things changed in the space of a year. Instead of waltzing back into his old job, James found the landscape somewhat different upon his return. His bank had collapsed and no longer existed and was a major victim in the global recession; which in turn meant his job was no longer there! To make matters worse, there were hundreds of people in the same boat as James, seeking work and struggling to make ends meet.
James was forced to move home, while he looked for work and live off his savings. One month turned into two turned into three and after five months, his savings almost gone and his optimism to find a job was disappearing rapidly. The ambition to return to Investment Banking slipped, as jobs were virtually non existent. He started looking at jobs local to home and not in the finance sector. However, the recession had really hit and there was nothing out there at all. Perhaps a complete career change would be needed and a degree of lowering his sights was required as a temporary measure.
Now, away from work James, had had an enormous desire to serve. Not serve in Starbucks or McDonalds, but serve a Mistress. He loved Kink. Being dominated by a woman, ideally by one older than him. In his mid-twenties James was introduced to BDSM, via renowned specialist website, by a wonderful Mistress somewhat his senior. He loved serving her and being her toy whenever she visited London and the craving to do something similar again was really burning in his heart.
One day, while job searching, he spotted a rather curious advert on a website. It went like this:
“Lady of leisure seeks live in cleaner to carry out house cleaning chores, shopping runs and managing the general upkeep of my house. Previous experience is not necessary, as full training will be provided, but an enthusiastic open mind and a desire to please is essential. The applicant will be obedient and demonstrate an ability to work on his/her own initiative. A room is available to the successful applicant with food, and full lodgings catered for. It's a long term position and references will be sought. No time wasters wanted. Email CV and covering letter.”
“Wow” James muttered. This was amongst similar cleaning adverts on that web page, but there was something fascinating about the line “The applicant will be obedient...” . Not only was it intriguing, but James found the usual flutter and stirrings in his jeans. James put the ad to the back of his thoughts and carried on his job search. But, no matter what he did that day, he found himself constantly going back to the ad.
The intrigue finally got the better of him and initially as a joke, sent his CV. He did not ever expect to hear back, but sent it regardless. Sending the CV was almost a thrill in its own right. It was not even work he had experience of, other than keeping his old flat in London clean. Which, to be fair, he did rather well for a bloke. Nor was it work he wanted to do. It made little difference: as if, anything would come of it anyway.
A few days later, James phone rang and he answered it.
“Hello, is that James?” asked the caller
“Yes, that's me” Expecting it to be a new fruitless job agency.
“You replied to my advert on Monday and I'd like to call you in for an interview and see if you're what I'm looking for. I've vetted a few candidates, but none of them have come up to the mark but there was something about your covering letter that caught my eye” she continued. The voice was of a lady that sounded quite formal, assertive, but had a lovely velvety softness to it too. Now James had replied to nearly 20 odd jobs on Monday and was struggling to recall which one she was referring to.
“Forgive me, but I applied to a few jobs on Monday; which one are you calling about?” He responded politely.
“That's ok, I know it isn't easy out there. My advert was the one for a live in cleaner. I put the advert on gumtree. Are you available next Monday morning for an interview? I live just outside of London”.
James froze. Blimey, she took my application seriously, he thought. “Err...ok” he replied, whilst wracking his brain to see if he was free.
“Don't sound too enthusiastic” she laughed and joked, which put James at ease “I'll email my address and I'll see you Monday at 10am. No need to dress formally, come as you are”. “Oh my god”, thought James. “I don't really want to clean her house, or even lodge there! What the hell am I doing?!” But the reality of the matter was that James had no work, no prospect of work and his savings were drying up rapidly. His circumstances were dictating the fact that he would certainly be at the interview.
Monday came round before he knew it and James headed towards Michelle's house. Her email to him was very friendly, but had undertones of authority. He was expecting a great big mansion, as surely, only someone with wealth could afford a live in cleaner, whilst being a lady of leisure. Moreover, what of the husband? Or the kids? There was no mention of either in the email and James just assumed the husband had given her the money to find the cleaner.
It turned out that the house was an old farm house, just outside a small village in Hertfordshire. It was a very nice dwelling and the upkeep to the exterior was very well maintained. It wasn't a large house in anyway, but very desirable nonetheless. There was, what seemed to be a swimming pool out in the back garden and a large amount of land at the back. James drove onto the double driveway and made his way to the front of the house. It was on a main road that left the village before, with similar houses dotted along the road, but still rather private and incredibly peaceful. Certainly a contrast to his old flat in busy London.
Bizarrely this was James first interview for over a month, and while he was not taking it wholly seriously, there was an air of nervousness around him. Was the nerves a result of being exposed as the charlatan cleaner that he really was, even though the advert indicated a lack of experience was not an issue or was it down to a nervous excitement? Again the phrase “The applicant will be obedient” rang round his ears.
James knocked at the beautiful wooden door and stepped back as he waited for it to be answered. Now James was a useless judge of age, but he guessed that the woman who just opened the door was probably late 30s, early 40s. There was no way he could pin point an exact age. He would either offend or sound like he was being creepily smooth! Michelle was a striking woman. Very pretty face, long dark hair, about 5 foot 4, with some striking heels on that pushed her height up a few inches more, quite voluptuous and a very ample bosom – there was no way James could avoid it. He was certainly a breast man. She dressed rather casually, but sort of sexy at the same time. Understated would be the word.
Michelle lead James into the hallway and he was struck by how tidy the place was. “This would be a walk in the park” if ever did need to get the vacuum cleaner out! They exchanged small talk and immediately chit chatted without any awkward silences. They initially ended up in the kitchen and to James surprise, she ordered him to make a cup of tea! A cup of tea? Well maybe this was the start of assessing his ability to make one of Michelle's life pleasures – a cup of tea. Once the brew was made, James was lead into the lounge where they sat down on the sofas and Michelle started the “interview”. At first James went through what he had been up to, his travelling, his previous work, past relationships and commitments. None of this was relevant to the job on offer, but she wanted to know out of a genuine interest.
Then Michelle took over: “So James, given your background why do you want to come and clean for me? A bit of a step down, don't you think? But before you answer, I want to tell you more about the job on offer. As the advert alluded to, it's a live in role and I want you to basically do everything to maintain the upkeep of this house. That's not just cleaning, it's cooking, gardening, general DIY, ironing, the whole lot. You see, I'm rather lazy and I like everything done for me and to a high standard. I'm not expecting wonders straight away, but as long as you show enthusiasm and then that will do for me initially. That's the basic element of the role, but beyond that I want a little more”.
James was taking it all in, and was finding himself strangely attracted to Michelle. She had that dominant way he had seen before in his former Mistress. Surely this was not what she was about? The idea of salary hadn't even crossed his mind, or anything else. He was just captivated by her. Working for Michelle would be as good a bonus as he ever earned!
“You see James, what I really want is someone to own. Someone to care for. Someone that can keep me happy...” “A husband...” he interrupted. This didn't please her, but she reacted in a cool manor.
“James, when I speak, I do not expect to be interrupted. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Ma'am” Ma'am? Where had that come from? She had this formal way about her where James couldn't resist using it for the situation he found himself in. It seemed the most natural way of responding to her.
“Right, I'll carry on. No I don't want a husband, nor even a boyfriend. I don't need one. What I want is for someone to be at my beck and call. To go beyond the list of chores I mentioned, and to cater for all my needs. I mean all of them. I will take the successful applicant under my wing and to all intents and purposes own them. They will wear what I want them to wear, eat what I want them to eat and do as I say. All ok so far James? Because if not, you can leave at anytime. No one will force you to stay”
“Yes it's all clear so far Ma'am.”
“Good. You have good manners and I like the fact that you call me Ma'am without my prompting. Now in exchange for this, I will pay you a modest weekly wage and provide full board and shelter. I doubt it's what you're used to with your City Boy Bonuses, but you can't put a price on the work you're going to do. Should you accept, of course! You will have Saturday and Sunday evenings to yourself, unless I say otherwise. Essentially I will control your life: A human pet if you will. This will be a vocation rather than a job. The rewards will be numerous”.
Was this really happening, James thought? It sounded too good to be true, but also quite scary. That said, deep inside, his inner submissive self was bouncing around like crazy and the urge to shout “Give me the job” was surfacing”.
“Whilst I don't wish to have a husband or boyfriend, I do have needs and that's why I wanted a man to apply. My needs are many, but I'm particular in what I seek in that respect”.
The idea of these fringe benefits made the role seem even better than James had originally thought. But before he could allow his dirty thoughts to wander further, Michelle added a caveat.
“Before you start thinking that you'll get your wicked way with me, think on. As you can see, I'm a woman who likes to get what she wants and does not settle for just anything. Therefore, I have exact requirements in that respect. We'll come to that later though. As it stands, in terms of the basic chores, I like you.”
“How does it sound so far, James? Can you give me an indication as to whether or not you wish to take this forward? If so, we'll proceed” Michelle asked, in a way that she expected a yes.
“I'd love to proceed, if you'll have me!” James answered without giving any thought to the real situation. He would have to move, albeit not that far from London. He would have to have to give up his independence, by the sound of it, and do work he was totally unfamiliar with.
“Great. Now you can leave at anytime, but if you stay I don't want any back chat or disapproval of what I order you to do. You do it without any question. Ok, now for the second part. Stand for me in the centre of the living room”. She ordered.
James stood right where he was told to. Never daring to question her.
“Good. Now, take off all your clothes, all of them and put them on the chair neatly. No mess. If I'm going to own you, I want to know exactly what I'm owning.”
Jesus Christ, strip? James knew he could leave if he wished, but he wanted this so bad. Without any hint of protest, he did as he was told. Michelle sat in the armchair, legs crossed and a mischievous grin spread across her face.
James started to undress. First he unbuttoned his shirt, whilst trying to avoid her gaze. He felt so self-conscious, but loved it really. Then off came his shoes, socks and jeans leaving on his boxer shorts. When she said remove everything, he did not think she meant his underwear too. However, Michelle did mean literally everything. He folded everything neatly, as instructed, in complete silence as Michelle watched his every move.
He stood motionless waiting for the next command. Michelle rose and walked towards him and without any warning pulled his boxers to his ankles and told him to step out of them. “When I said everything off, I meant just that. Now, stand up straight. Shoulders back, head up and hands by your sides. Be proud to be my slave”.
James felted so humiliated and exposed, standing there naked like that. In front of a woman who he'd only met no more than 30 minutes ago.
Slowly she walked around him, occasionally casually dragging her perfectly shaped finger nails across his body. It felt heavenly to James. As she returned to face him, she grabbed his now hard cock.
“Is that it?” she mocked him. “Is that all you've got? Well, I own it now. This small cock, or should I say dinkle, belongs to me now. Is that clear?”
“Yes Ma'am.”
“Yes Ma'am what?” she thundered.
“Yes Ma'am, you own this little cock. I mean dinkle” He blushed. To make matters worse, his previous flaccid state was replaced by a throbbing erection.
“Look at it. Look at all this hair. That will have to go for starters. I want you trimmed. It's like a small button mushroom poking out. There is no way I can let you fuck me with that. So get that thought out of your head right away. But don't worry, I'll be catered for in that department. You like me abusing you, don't you?”
“Yes Ma'am”
“There was no way you could say otherwise, it's all excited. Is that as big as it gets? It really is a little dinkle. Cute, but at the end of the day, a dinkle. My dinkle”. And with that she slapped it so hard it bounced up and down.
“Do you like to play with it James? Stupid question really, you don't need to answer it. Of course you do. Well no more. I decide when and how you get rid of your load”. Her presence was so powerful around James. He could not help but be aroused by her. Michelle had, unbeknown to James while he struggled out of his jeans, undid her top button on her top, making her cleavage tease James even more.
When James cock had stop bouncing around she gripped it once again.
“I think you're a bit of a pervert. I saw you steeling the occasional peek at my chest. I'm your owner. Do you think that was appropriate behaviour?”
“No Ma'am...I'm sorry”.
“Oh look, your cheeks have gone all red. How cute. Embarrassed?”
“Yes. Very”.
Michelle laughed “Well, it's expected from little sluts like you.”
“Some days you will do your chores, as you are now – naked. Some days I will have you wearing sexy girly underwear. Sometimes, in normal clothes – although that will be rare. It really depends on my mood. Now, despite your lack of cock, I want to take you on. There is something I like about you. I want you to start next Monday. Do you have any issues with that?”
“None whatsoever Ma'am”
“Good. Now turn around and face the wall for a second”. Michelle pulled off the panties she was wearing and walked round to where he was facing and dangled them from James hard member. They were a lovely lacy pink pair, which he imagined could not have been too cheap. “Now put these on. When you arrive next Monday, you are to be wearing them and I want them cleaned before then. Understand? Oh, and James, don't dare play with my little dinkle. It's mine after all.”
“Yes Ma'am” He felt strange wearing them, but it did little to lessen his arousal.
To be continued...
Monday 26 September 2011
Wednesday 21 September 2011
Mistress Takes Me To The Beach
This is not a true story, purely a fabric of my imagination! I hope you enjoy.
I'd been serving my Mistress for a few weeks when she suggested that maybe we should go away on holiday. We had met via a UK BDSM website. I'm 30, five foot 8 and have a thing for mature dominant BBW. Mistress Viv totally fitted the bill. She was in her late 40s, about 5 foot 7, big all over and very voluptuous.
We found a lovely villa with a pool on the island of Fuerteventura. The villa was very private from neighbours and only a short stroll from the nearest town. After a couple of days Mistress told me she had found a lovely beach on the other side of the island; a beach with a slight twist. Up until now we had been really lazy, sunbathing by the pool and me attending to her throughout; as a good sub should!
We hired a car and drove over to the beach. We left fairly early in the morning when the air was cool. As we drove closer it was clear that this wasn't your average beach, but a nudist beach! Mistress winked at me and made it clear that there is no going back. Now we had both been nude, or rather I had been, nearly the whole time back at the Villa. That was fine as we were alone. However, being nude in front of others was a different kettle of fish. You see whilst I'm content with my body as a whole, one part of it really let me down: my very small penis. And it was this reason Mistress brought me here, to humiliate me!
I unloaded the car and we both found a patch, not central, to set-up our stuff. The beach was beautiful and not too busy. I put the towels down and then we both stripped off. I catered for Mistress throughout, making sure she had cold drinks, adequate sun cream on her and that the parasol was wasn't leaving her too exposed. I loved applying the cream and the privilege of touching her sensual body. In fact my pleasure was obvious as I couldn't avoid getting an erection, which she took great delight in teasing me about. For much of the morning we lay reading books, chatting away, Mistress mocking me for lying on my front and watching the world go by.
After a short while Mistress wanted to make sure that my little penis was on show to humiliate me: making go into the cold sea and walk pass the people sunbathing. The sea was very cold at this part of the day and it gave a lot of shrinkage which Mistress thought was hiliarious. Mistress also took great delight in pointing out how small I was compared to the other men on the beach; indeed clearly being excited by those that were particularly well endowed.
After lunch a couple sat down near us and who happened to be from England. Both of them (Brenda and Bob) were in their late 40s and very friendly. Brenda was a curvy attractive lady while Bob was about 6foot and fairly portly. The four of us immediately hit it off and we chatted away about our holidays so far and restaurants that we had visited. It felt really strange to be sitting around naked, talking to people who were also naked and who we didn't know 10 minutes earlier! But it was also amazing how comfortable it was. It wasn't long before I noticed that Bob sported a very large cock but not only that, Mistress was clearly giving it admiring glances! It was much longer and thicker than my dick anyway!
Mistress then told me to go get some drinks and I offered to get Bob and Brenda some too. I returned carrying them and totally exposed. When we were sitting chatting, before, I was sitting behind Mistress and they couldn't see my groin area. Mistress said "Good Boy" as I handed her her drink. What shocked me more was Brenda as she said "He is a good little boy!" I blushed bright red! To which Mistress replied "Yes, he is a good little boy", which lead to them all giggling at my expense. Brenda's response indicated that maybe they were both kinky too.
We continued to sit around chatting as the day wore on. Throughout it was obvious that Mistress was struggling not to look at Bob's member. She had earlier whispered to me, while they went for a swim in the sea "Have you seen Bob's cock? It's very impressive, it's lovely, big and solid unlike your pathetic little penis" I nodded in agreement, a little wounded but very turned on about it.
When they returned to their towels, Bob headed off to get some drinks. Brenda turned to Mistress and said " I see you like Bob's cock - nice isn't it?" and winked at her. "Is James your boyfriend, if you don't mind me asking?". I just sat there passively listening in.
"My Boyfriend? Oh no hun, he's my little man about the house...does my chores and whatever else I ask of him. But no, he isn't my boyfriend or lover. There are a couple of guys back home that take care of that particular need. Poor little james just isn't up to the job! Look at his little pecker, not much use to me" "So I see" laughed Brenda "So how about you and Bob? You seem very relaxed around here".
"Yes, we've been here a few times. It's very liberal, just how we both like it!" Brenda said with a beaming smile.
"Us too. Well, more me but James will do anything I tell him to. He's like a little pet".
"Sounds like a good way to live. Bob would never be like James and let me boss him around".
Bob had now returned with the drinks. Mistress then announced "Why don't you both come back to our villa after these drinks. It's very secluded". Brenda and Bob gave their clear approval. I on the other hand wondered what this would entail for me.
It was about 4pm when we got back, and the sun was still out and very strong. Mistress invited them to use the sunbeds by the pool, and without hesitation they headed straight for them. Bob sat on a sunbed between his wife Brenda and Mistress. It was clear that Brenda had told Bob all about my relationship with Mistress Viv. Mistress ordered me to get some drinks from the fridge. I handed out the cool San Miguels with Brenda saying "thanks little man"
Mistress laughed and said "Oh, you've noticed how little he is then?" Brenda then took Bobs cock and started to stroke it and then invited Mistress to take over saying "I bet you'd love to feel a cock this holiday, you haven't so far! Gone on, stroke it" I couldn't believe what I was seeing or hearing. Bob was sitting back with his hands behind his head in his element. But despite it, my own feelings were given away as my small dick was rock hard and pointing at the three of them as I stood watching at the foot of the sun beds.
I watched Mistress as she stroked Bob's cock "mmm...oh James...look at Bob's big cock. It's magnificent. And your poor little dick; it's just a toy. Look at the comparison!" which lead to all three of them laughing. Brenda was now casually stroking her clit, which annoyed Mistress.
"Now Brenda, james little dick may not be much to look at but...james where are your manners...letting a lady have to please herself...get down here now" Mistress pointed at the spare sun bed and ordered me to lie on it. "There Brenda, don't do it yourself, use james tongue!" Brenda walked over and lowered her pussy onto my mouth, with her bum covering my face. I started licking her for all I was worth. Flicking at her clit and occasionally inserting my tongue. Her pussy was soaking wet and I was loving it. I was dying to cum and started to wave my cock in the air with my hips.
"Surely that's better hun?" Mistress enquired. Brenda just moaned back and nodded. Brenda then grinded her bum into my face, reached forward and slapped my dick. I did my best to make Brenda come. Mistress was still slowly stroking Bob as they watched me service Brenda. It didn't take Brenda long to cum which was received by a round of applause from Mistress and Bob. I loved it.
As Brenda got off me I saw Mistress with her hand wrapped around Bobs now fully erect cock. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I'd never seen Mistress like this. Whilst I knew I was her slave and not her lover, I always hoped that one day I would get to have sex with her and be her lover. The look on her face told me that I'd never be more than her slave. I could see how much Mistress was enjoying it
Mistress then came over to me and told me to get her ready for Bob's huge cock. I was still lying on the sunbed and face was still covered with Brenda's jucies. My own dick was leaking a little from all the excitement and Mistress wiped it off and offered her finger to me to lick clean "dribbling again james?" I nodded "Yes Mistress, I can't help it, please let me cum". "Now dear, we're not here for your pleasure, but you're here for ours."
Mistress then lowered her pussy onto my face and I worshipped her pussy for a few minutes. She was already very wet. Mistress then got off and told Brenda to keep an eye on me "Brenda, be a dear, can you tidy up James if he continues to dribble and make sure he doesn't play with his little toy"
"No problem Viv. He is a little dribbler, isn't he?". As she came over to sit with me.
"Don't forget your manners james" Mistress scolds me.
"Thank you Brenda". I said meekly
Mistress was now back next to Bob who was casually stroking his huge cock. "Now James, this is how a real man fucks. Watch carefully. Brenda, you're such a lucky woman to have Bob. Bob, I hope you appreciate Brenda" Almost dominating all 3 of us! "James, ask Bob to fuck your Mistress with his big cock".
I felt utterly humiliated, yet I couldn't help being so aroused by it all. "Bob, please fuck my Mistress with your big cock".
Mistress demanded "I can't hear you, say it again, say what you want!"
"I want to watch you more than anything. I want to see you get pleasure from Bob that I could only dream of!"
"I bet you want to play with your little dick when you watch your Mistress with my Bob? Shame you're not allowed" Brenda whispered in my ear.
Mistress was lying at an angle so that I could see everything. "Are you ready for me Viv?" Bob asked.
"Just put it in, I need your big hard cock"
I watched as Bob started to slide his cock into her. "OOh james..... bob is so big......and hard....." pausing between to catch her breath as she spoke. All the while Brenda was feeding me my precum. I was so jealous of Bob. I wanted that to be me, but yet I was so excited and loved it. The sunlounger was struggling to take their combined weight and Mistress ordered me over to put the sunbed mattress on the floor. I couldn't help but watch Bob's cock slde in and out, with Mistress face glowing.
Mistress then got off the sunbed and went on all 4s on the matress. Bob positioned himself behind Mistress, while she ordered me to kneel in front of her.
"kneel down so i can put my hands on your shoulders.... you have a full view now of bob fucking me doggie..." I do as I'm told. Mistress looked me in the eye throughout and i loved the reaction she has as he slid into her. I watched as her huge breasts swayed to the fucking. Brenda was now watching next to us and masturbating. Mistress whispered into my ear "look how he fills me up......turns me on..... will make me cum so hard...see how I could never settle for you puny dick...oh god this is amazing. He's fucking me like I need to be fucked...fucking me like you never could"
"yes Mistress..thank you for letting me watch"
"Play with your little prick, as you watch Bob fuck me. I want to see you cum. Look Brenda, look at my little pet rubbing his cock for all it's worth". I literally couldn't hold back. I came instantly, shooting my cum onto the floor. Brenda laughed. "That was pathetic, you lasted less than 5 seconds! You clearly love watching your Mistress being fucked by my husband" Bob was still working working his cock into Mistress "Fuck me harder Bob, i love your big cock inside me" I found my cock getting hard again already! It was at that point both Bob and my Mistress climaxed together.
Bob rolled off, exhausted, with his cock flopping onto his thigh. While he took a breather, Mistress asked Brenda if she had played with a dick as small as mine. Brenda laughed a no. "It is tiny but very excitable. Have a play, make him cum on my tits". Mistress was also a little worn out and sat back in the lounger. Brenda wanked me above Mistress ample bosom and after a few minutes I cum all over them. Mistress then made me crawl on top of her and lick her breasts clean. I love licking and sucking on Mistress nipples.
By now Brenda was as wet as the sea and crying out to be fucked. Mistress leaned over and started to suck on his cock to bring it back to life. Another thing that she would never do to me! Bob then went over to his wife and fucked her too. While this was going on Mistress ordered me to get between her legs and lick her spent pussy, which was oozing Bobs cum. "Know you place boy. Clean me all up boy" I licked away as I could hear Mistress groan and Bob pound Brenda. Mistress let out a "mmmmmmmmmmm, it's where I love you best boy, your tongue between my legs" as I licked Mistress as best I could, which I loved too. It didnt take long for Brenda to orgasm and Mistress to follow not long after.
It was a truely amazing afternoon.
The end or to be continued?!?
I'd been serving my Mistress for a few weeks when she suggested that maybe we should go away on holiday. We had met via a UK BDSM website. I'm 30, five foot 8 and have a thing for mature dominant BBW. Mistress Viv totally fitted the bill. She was in her late 40s, about 5 foot 7, big all over and very voluptuous.
We found a lovely villa with a pool on the island of Fuerteventura. The villa was very private from neighbours and only a short stroll from the nearest town. After a couple of days Mistress told me she had found a lovely beach on the other side of the island; a beach with a slight twist. Up until now we had been really lazy, sunbathing by the pool and me attending to her throughout; as a good sub should!
We hired a car and drove over to the beach. We left fairly early in the morning when the air was cool. As we drove closer it was clear that this wasn't your average beach, but a nudist beach! Mistress winked at me and made it clear that there is no going back. Now we had both been nude, or rather I had been, nearly the whole time back at the Villa. That was fine as we were alone. However, being nude in front of others was a different kettle of fish. You see whilst I'm content with my body as a whole, one part of it really let me down: my very small penis. And it was this reason Mistress brought me here, to humiliate me!
I unloaded the car and we both found a patch, not central, to set-up our stuff. The beach was beautiful and not too busy. I put the towels down and then we both stripped off. I catered for Mistress throughout, making sure she had cold drinks, adequate sun cream on her and that the parasol was wasn't leaving her too exposed. I loved applying the cream and the privilege of touching her sensual body. In fact my pleasure was obvious as I couldn't avoid getting an erection, which she took great delight in teasing me about. For much of the morning we lay reading books, chatting away, Mistress mocking me for lying on my front and watching the world go by.
After a short while Mistress wanted to make sure that my little penis was on show to humiliate me: making go into the cold sea and walk pass the people sunbathing. The sea was very cold at this part of the day and it gave a lot of shrinkage which Mistress thought was hiliarious. Mistress also took great delight in pointing out how small I was compared to the other men on the beach; indeed clearly being excited by those that were particularly well endowed.
After lunch a couple sat down near us and who happened to be from England. Both of them (Brenda and Bob) were in their late 40s and very friendly. Brenda was a curvy attractive lady while Bob was about 6foot and fairly portly. The four of us immediately hit it off and we chatted away about our holidays so far and restaurants that we had visited. It felt really strange to be sitting around naked, talking to people who were also naked and who we didn't know 10 minutes earlier! But it was also amazing how comfortable it was. It wasn't long before I noticed that Bob sported a very large cock but not only that, Mistress was clearly giving it admiring glances! It was much longer and thicker than my dick anyway!
Mistress then told me to go get some drinks and I offered to get Bob and Brenda some too. I returned carrying them and totally exposed. When we were sitting chatting, before, I was sitting behind Mistress and they couldn't see my groin area. Mistress said "Good Boy" as I handed her her drink. What shocked me more was Brenda as she said "He is a good little boy!" I blushed bright red! To which Mistress replied "Yes, he is a good little boy", which lead to them all giggling at my expense. Brenda's response indicated that maybe they were both kinky too.
We continued to sit around chatting as the day wore on. Throughout it was obvious that Mistress was struggling not to look at Bob's member. She had earlier whispered to me, while they went for a swim in the sea "Have you seen Bob's cock? It's very impressive, it's lovely, big and solid unlike your pathetic little penis" I nodded in agreement, a little wounded but very turned on about it.
When they returned to their towels, Bob headed off to get some drinks. Brenda turned to Mistress and said " I see you like Bob's cock - nice isn't it?" and winked at her. "Is James your boyfriend, if you don't mind me asking?". I just sat there passively listening in.
"My Boyfriend? Oh no hun, he's my little man about the house...does my chores and whatever else I ask of him. But no, he isn't my boyfriend or lover. There are a couple of guys back home that take care of that particular need. Poor little james just isn't up to the job! Look at his little pecker, not much use to me" "So I see" laughed Brenda "So how about you and Bob? You seem very relaxed around here".
"Yes, we've been here a few times. It's very liberal, just how we both like it!" Brenda said with a beaming smile.
"Us too. Well, more me but James will do anything I tell him to. He's like a little pet".
"Sounds like a good way to live. Bob would never be like James and let me boss him around".
Bob had now returned with the drinks. Mistress then announced "Why don't you both come back to our villa after these drinks. It's very secluded". Brenda and Bob gave their clear approval. I on the other hand wondered what this would entail for me.
It was about 4pm when we got back, and the sun was still out and very strong. Mistress invited them to use the sunbeds by the pool, and without hesitation they headed straight for them. Bob sat on a sunbed between his wife Brenda and Mistress. It was clear that Brenda had told Bob all about my relationship with Mistress Viv. Mistress ordered me to get some drinks from the fridge. I handed out the cool San Miguels with Brenda saying "thanks little man"
Mistress laughed and said "Oh, you've noticed how little he is then?" Brenda then took Bobs cock and started to stroke it and then invited Mistress to take over saying "I bet you'd love to feel a cock this holiday, you haven't so far! Gone on, stroke it" I couldn't believe what I was seeing or hearing. Bob was sitting back with his hands behind his head in his element. But despite it, my own feelings were given away as my small dick was rock hard and pointing at the three of them as I stood watching at the foot of the sun beds.
I watched Mistress as she stroked Bob's cock "mmm...oh James...look at Bob's big cock. It's magnificent. And your poor little dick; it's just a toy. Look at the comparison!" which lead to all three of them laughing. Brenda was now casually stroking her clit, which annoyed Mistress.
"Now Brenda, james little dick may not be much to look at but...james where are your manners...letting a lady have to please herself...get down here now" Mistress pointed at the spare sun bed and ordered me to lie on it. "There Brenda, don't do it yourself, use james tongue!" Brenda walked over and lowered her pussy onto my mouth, with her bum covering my face. I started licking her for all I was worth. Flicking at her clit and occasionally inserting my tongue. Her pussy was soaking wet and I was loving it. I was dying to cum and started to wave my cock in the air with my hips.
"Surely that's better hun?" Mistress enquired. Brenda just moaned back and nodded. Brenda then grinded her bum into my face, reached forward and slapped my dick. I did my best to make Brenda come. Mistress was still slowly stroking Bob as they watched me service Brenda. It didn't take Brenda long to cum which was received by a round of applause from Mistress and Bob. I loved it.
As Brenda got off me I saw Mistress with her hand wrapped around Bobs now fully erect cock. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I'd never seen Mistress like this. Whilst I knew I was her slave and not her lover, I always hoped that one day I would get to have sex with her and be her lover. The look on her face told me that I'd never be more than her slave. I could see how much Mistress was enjoying it
Mistress then came over to me and told me to get her ready for Bob's huge cock. I was still lying on the sunbed and face was still covered with Brenda's jucies. My own dick was leaking a little from all the excitement and Mistress wiped it off and offered her finger to me to lick clean "dribbling again james?" I nodded "Yes Mistress, I can't help it, please let me cum". "Now dear, we're not here for your pleasure, but you're here for ours."
Mistress then lowered her pussy onto my face and I worshipped her pussy for a few minutes. She was already very wet. Mistress then got off and told Brenda to keep an eye on me "Brenda, be a dear, can you tidy up James if he continues to dribble and make sure he doesn't play with his little toy"
"No problem Viv. He is a little dribbler, isn't he?". As she came over to sit with me.
"Don't forget your manners james" Mistress scolds me.
"Thank you Brenda". I said meekly
Mistress was now back next to Bob who was casually stroking his huge cock. "Now James, this is how a real man fucks. Watch carefully. Brenda, you're such a lucky woman to have Bob. Bob, I hope you appreciate Brenda" Almost dominating all 3 of us! "James, ask Bob to fuck your Mistress with his big cock".
I felt utterly humiliated, yet I couldn't help being so aroused by it all. "Bob, please fuck my Mistress with your big cock".
Mistress demanded "I can't hear you, say it again, say what you want!"
"I want to watch you more than anything. I want to see you get pleasure from Bob that I could only dream of!"
"I bet you want to play with your little dick when you watch your Mistress with my Bob? Shame you're not allowed" Brenda whispered in my ear.
Mistress was lying at an angle so that I could see everything. "Are you ready for me Viv?" Bob asked.
"Just put it in, I need your big hard cock"
I watched as Bob started to slide his cock into her. "OOh james..... bob is so big......and hard....." pausing between to catch her breath as she spoke. All the while Brenda was feeding me my precum. I was so jealous of Bob. I wanted that to be me, but yet I was so excited and loved it. The sunlounger was struggling to take their combined weight and Mistress ordered me over to put the sunbed mattress on the floor. I couldn't help but watch Bob's cock slde in and out, with Mistress face glowing.
Mistress then got off the sunbed and went on all 4s on the matress. Bob positioned himself behind Mistress, while she ordered me to kneel in front of her.
"kneel down so i can put my hands on your shoulders.... you have a full view now of bob fucking me doggie..." I do as I'm told. Mistress looked me in the eye throughout and i loved the reaction she has as he slid into her. I watched as her huge breasts swayed to the fucking. Brenda was now watching next to us and masturbating. Mistress whispered into my ear "look how he fills me up......turns me on..... will make me cum so hard...see how I could never settle for you puny dick...oh god this is amazing. He's fucking me like I need to be fucked...fucking me like you never could"
"yes Mistress..thank you for letting me watch"
"Play with your little prick, as you watch Bob fuck me. I want to see you cum. Look Brenda, look at my little pet rubbing his cock for all it's worth". I literally couldn't hold back. I came instantly, shooting my cum onto the floor. Brenda laughed. "That was pathetic, you lasted less than 5 seconds! You clearly love watching your Mistress being fucked by my husband" Bob was still working working his cock into Mistress "Fuck me harder Bob, i love your big cock inside me" I found my cock getting hard again already! It was at that point both Bob and my Mistress climaxed together.
Bob rolled off, exhausted, with his cock flopping onto his thigh. While he took a breather, Mistress asked Brenda if she had played with a dick as small as mine. Brenda laughed a no. "It is tiny but very excitable. Have a play, make him cum on my tits". Mistress was also a little worn out and sat back in the lounger. Brenda wanked me above Mistress ample bosom and after a few minutes I cum all over them. Mistress then made me crawl on top of her and lick her breasts clean. I love licking and sucking on Mistress nipples.
By now Brenda was as wet as the sea and crying out to be fucked. Mistress leaned over and started to suck on his cock to bring it back to life. Another thing that she would never do to me! Bob then went over to his wife and fucked her too. While this was going on Mistress ordered me to get between her legs and lick her spent pussy, which was oozing Bobs cum. "Know you place boy. Clean me all up boy" I licked away as I could hear Mistress groan and Bob pound Brenda. Mistress let out a "mmmmmmmmmmm, it's where I love you best boy, your tongue between my legs" as I licked Mistress as best I could, which I loved too. It didnt take long for Brenda to orgasm and Mistress to follow not long after.
It was a truely amazing afternoon.
The end or to be continued?!?
Friday 16 September 2011
The Pink & Perverted Party
This is an account of the second party that I attended. Again, I hope you like.
So after having a fantastic time at my very first play party, hosted by Mistress B's, in mid May, it was amazing how quickly the second one came round a month later. Whilst I only dabbled at the first party, it was certainly enough to whet the appetite.
I remained in regular contact with Mistress B and was delighted once I heard about the new party, again during the day. The major change was the venue. The first one, was a house with a series of play rooms, this one was a purpose built BDSM party in East London.
This party was themed “Pink and Perverted” and every attendee was ordered to wear something pink. As instructed by Mistress B, my pink item was a pair of knickers from M&S! I can't say it would be my normal choice, but instructions are there to be obeyed, and conform to them I did. On top of that clear instruction I was given one further condition: that I should not masturbate a full week prior to the party. A very unfamiliar situation and I certainly struggled with that one.
With the first task complete a day before hand, where I sheepishly bought the pink knickers and the second one, where I showed a remarkable amount of restrain, I made my way to the venue. It has to be said, that pros for the move to this venue are numerous and cons, pretty much non-existent. The new venue was superior all round.
I arrived nice and early to be greeted by Mistress B’s cheery smile and also that of Miss L. It was good to see them once again, both dressed enticingly dominant and after numerous online chats. I was introduced to a couple of people that I hadn't met before and once again the atmosphere was immediately relaxed. Mistress B made this a smaller event, inviting, in all, 4 Dommes and 7 subs.
While Mistress B welcomed guests, Miss L and her friend, who appeared to have enough rope to climb Mount Everest, demonstrated some basic rope bondage techniques. I followed Miss L from the lobby area, and the Bondage Rope Specialist, to the main room – which contained a bar and a dance floor area. No one else was in this room. Miss L ordered me to strip to my panties, to prove I was wearing them and as you can imagine was beyond mortifying; luckily the room wasn’t cold. The Bondage Rope Specialist used me as the initial guinea pig, showing her how to bind my wrists in front of me and behind my back. It took a couple of attempts, but Miss L soon had it down to a fine art and my hands were very restrained.
Overjoyed with her handy work she led me back to the lobby and showed off her work to Mistress B and the now arriving guests. Mistress B was thrilled to see me follow her order by wearing the panties and made some very teasing comments about me to Miss L. Miss L led me back to the main room, where everyone followed us. The main room and lobby where separated with a long passageway, with three large play rooms off of the corridor.
Miss L, keen to learn more advanced techniques on another sub, got the Bondage Rope Specialist to carry on the tutorial. By this stage Mistress B had joined the show and took me, along with one other sub, to one of the large rooms which had a St Andrews Cross on opposite walls. The second sub was made to strip and tied to one cross blindfolded. I was ordered over a spanking bench, which was in the middle of the room, where Mistress B warmed up with some hand spanking with my panties now around my ankles. Mistress B then stepped it up a gear with a range of items which soon had my bum glowing and stinging (nicely though!). This was then followed by ice all over my back and bum – which was nice and cooling! Mistress B teased my naked body with her nails. With the door to this room wide open, purposely, other guests popped in and out to watch my treatment.
I was then lead to the other cross on the other side of the room, directly opposite the cross. Where the other sub was blind folded, I wasn’t. Mistress B made me step out of the panties and attached me to it stark naked. Since this cross was right next to the door to this room, even if guests didn’t pop in, they couldn’t fail to see me. Walking around naked in the gym or the football showers is one thing, being naked like this was quiet another. The fact that I was visibly aroused did nothing to ease my discomfort (which I secretly, or not so secretly loved!). If I wasn’t amused by my humiliating predicament, then Mistress B certainly was! She tweaked my nipples, raked her nails over me, squeezed my cock and balls and made numerous derogatory comments about my “dinkle”. Being securely held on the cross, there was little I could do buy just take it.
A pack of brand new pegs were opened and a load of them were attached to my nipples, cock and balls. They really pinched on my nipples but no matter my complaints, Mistress B simply laughed and told me to stop whinging. Miss L entered the room and laughed out loud at my nakedness. Together they discussed what they ought to do to me, my shortcomings and all the way through flicking the pegs. That really hurt. Again I was thoroughly abused (verbally and physically), toyed with, tormented and teased whilst I stood there completely at Mistress B's mercy and with the able help of Miss L. A variety of items were used on me, which provided numerous different sensations on my naked body. But the coup de grace then came out: The soft alloy wheel cleaner (google image it!). Once again it was brought out and attached to a part of my body that was more than visibly excited. Boy does it tickle. One might have said I was “drippingly excited” (Drippingly is a made up word, but very apt! He he) and Miss L put a cup below me to catch my dribble.
I must've been very obedient and well behaved, as the tormenting of my cock didn't relent. By this stage I wasn't far from ending my week of pent up frustration and Mistress B made me peg for a release. I was dying to cum and Mistress B let me - I had a very powerful orgasm into the cup that she held.
Mistress B rounded off my humiliating predicament, by dismounting me from the cross and then leading me around the venue, shuffling along behind her, with my panties around my ankles and my wilting cock on show.
Much much much more took place after that, not all of which involved me, but clearly fun was had by all. The ladies took a special shine on one sub who they christened Shergar! I drove home on a high after having another wonderful time at a Mistress B Party. A big big thank you to Mistress B.
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So after having a fantastic time at my very first play party, hosted by Mistress B's, in mid May, it was amazing how quickly the second one came round a month later. Whilst I only dabbled at the first party, it was certainly enough to whet the appetite.
I remained in regular contact with Mistress B and was delighted once I heard about the new party, again during the day. The major change was the venue. The first one, was a house with a series of play rooms, this one was a purpose built BDSM party in East London.
This party was themed “Pink and Perverted” and every attendee was ordered to wear something pink. As instructed by Mistress B, my pink item was a pair of knickers from M&S! I can't say it would be my normal choice, but instructions are there to be obeyed, and conform to them I did. On top of that clear instruction I was given one further condition: that I should not masturbate a full week prior to the party. A very unfamiliar situation and I certainly struggled with that one.
With the first task complete a day before hand, where I sheepishly bought the pink knickers and the second one, where I showed a remarkable amount of restrain, I made my way to the venue. It has to be said, that pros for the move to this venue are numerous and cons, pretty much non-existent. The new venue was superior all round.
I arrived nice and early to be greeted by Mistress B’s cheery smile and also that of Miss L. It was good to see them once again, both dressed enticingly dominant and after numerous online chats. I was introduced to a couple of people that I hadn't met before and once again the atmosphere was immediately relaxed. Mistress B made this a smaller event, inviting, in all, 4 Dommes and 7 subs.
While Mistress B welcomed guests, Miss L and her friend, who appeared to have enough rope to climb Mount Everest, demonstrated some basic rope bondage techniques. I followed Miss L from the lobby area, and the Bondage Rope Specialist, to the main room – which contained a bar and a dance floor area. No one else was in this room. Miss L ordered me to strip to my panties, to prove I was wearing them and as you can imagine was beyond mortifying; luckily the room wasn’t cold. The Bondage Rope Specialist used me as the initial guinea pig, showing her how to bind my wrists in front of me and behind my back. It took a couple of attempts, but Miss L soon had it down to a fine art and my hands were very restrained.
Overjoyed with her handy work she led me back to the lobby and showed off her work to Mistress B and the now arriving guests. Mistress B was thrilled to see me follow her order by wearing the panties and made some very teasing comments about me to Miss L. Miss L led me back to the main room, where everyone followed us. The main room and lobby where separated with a long passageway, with three large play rooms off of the corridor.
Miss L, keen to learn more advanced techniques on another sub, got the Bondage Rope Specialist to carry on the tutorial. By this stage Mistress B had joined the show and took me, along with one other sub, to one of the large rooms which had a St Andrews Cross on opposite walls. The second sub was made to strip and tied to one cross blindfolded. I was ordered over a spanking bench, which was in the middle of the room, where Mistress B warmed up with some hand spanking with my panties now around my ankles. Mistress B then stepped it up a gear with a range of items which soon had my bum glowing and stinging (nicely though!). This was then followed by ice all over my back and bum – which was nice and cooling! Mistress B teased my naked body with her nails. With the door to this room wide open, purposely, other guests popped in and out to watch my treatment.
I was then lead to the other cross on the other side of the room, directly opposite the cross. Where the other sub was blind folded, I wasn’t. Mistress B made me step out of the panties and attached me to it stark naked. Since this cross was right next to the door to this room, even if guests didn’t pop in, they couldn’t fail to see me. Walking around naked in the gym or the football showers is one thing, being naked like this was quiet another. The fact that I was visibly aroused did nothing to ease my discomfort (which I secretly, or not so secretly loved!). If I wasn’t amused by my humiliating predicament, then Mistress B certainly was! She tweaked my nipples, raked her nails over me, squeezed my cock and balls and made numerous derogatory comments about my “dinkle”. Being securely held on the cross, there was little I could do buy just take it.
A pack of brand new pegs were opened and a load of them were attached to my nipples, cock and balls. They really pinched on my nipples but no matter my complaints, Mistress B simply laughed and told me to stop whinging. Miss L entered the room and laughed out loud at my nakedness. Together they discussed what they ought to do to me, my shortcomings and all the way through flicking the pegs. That really hurt. Again I was thoroughly abused (verbally and physically), toyed with, tormented and teased whilst I stood there completely at Mistress B's mercy and with the able help of Miss L. A variety of items were used on me, which provided numerous different sensations on my naked body. But the coup de grace then came out: The soft alloy wheel cleaner (google image it!). Once again it was brought out and attached to a part of my body that was more than visibly excited. Boy does it tickle. One might have said I was “drippingly excited” (Drippingly is a made up word, but very apt! He he) and Miss L put a cup below me to catch my dribble.
I must've been very obedient and well behaved, as the tormenting of my cock didn't relent. By this stage I wasn't far from ending my week of pent up frustration and Mistress B made me peg for a release. I was dying to cum and Mistress B let me - I had a very powerful orgasm into the cup that she held.
Mistress B rounded off my humiliating predicament, by dismounting me from the cross and then leading me around the venue, shuffling along behind her, with my panties around my ankles and my wilting cock on show.
Much much much more took place after that, not all of which involved me, but clearly fun was had by all. The ladies took a special shine on one sub who they christened Shergar! I drove home on a high after having another wonderful time at a Mistress B Party. A big big thank you to Mistress B.
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My First Femdom Play Party
The below is an account of my first every visit to a Femdom Party. I hope you like.
I found out about Mistress B's first day time play party purely by chance and less than a week before the actual event!
I was reading the weblogs on a BDSM website, when I replied to a question posed by the delightful Miss L. We got chatting and she mentioned the party and suggested that I contact Mistress B to get an invite. The days that followed, and in build up to the party itself, I chatted with Mistress B to get an idea of what would take place, who was attending and quashing any apprehensions that I may have had. Whilst I have experience, I wouldn't in any way regard myself as experienced and I knew this party would push my boundaries and certainly take me out of my comfort zone.
I made my mind up that I'd go and was so excited leading up to the day itself. I arrived around 10.30, armed with cakes, and was greeted by the lovely Mistress B. Instantly she put me at ease, introducing me to everyone and ensuring I was comfortable. Mistress B looked wonderful in her corset and had so much enthusiasm and energy, I think it would've been impossible not to have a good time.
The venue was a house with 4 playrooms (one had a lock for private play) and a further lounge room to relax in. In the main room, was a female sub naked and spread on a St.Andrews cross naked, being whipped by her boyfriend.
The first hour was spent as a meet & greet period, and getting to know the various people at the party. The first person I spoke with was Miss L, who looked stunning in her outfit. She ordered me before her and to be her footstool while she chatted away to a few other guests in the room. Miss L clearly enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere more than most at that point. Moments later Miss L ordered me to get her a drink from the kitchen and to return without my top, which I dutifully did; I returned without my shirt and a cool drink for Miss L.
After a few more minutes of relaxation, Miss L instructed me to give her a foot massage to ease her aching feet. Delighted to be invited to do such a wonderful task, I took off her knee high boots and proceeded to massage each foot. Her feet looked very sexy and I thoroughly enjoyed the moment.
Not long after, Mistress B invited everyone into the main room to play her version of “Pass The Parcel”. The party was made up of 6 Mistresses, about 8 male subs and one female sub. Other than the female sub, I was probably the youngest.
The game involved passing around a bowl of forfeits and acting them out. These involved spankings, performing songs (that wouldn't impress Simon Cowell!) and various other tasks. Mine were to bark like a dog and then to receive a spanking from each of the Mistresses, in front of everyone. Stupidly thinking they'd do it over my jeans, Mistress B pulled down my jeans and boxers, put me over her knee and delivered some firm stinging whacks to my bare bum. I was then passed onto the other Mistresses to receive the same treatment.
Once the game was over, the crowd in the main room dispersed to get refreshments, play with others or to chat with the other guests. I remained in the main room, where Mistress B ordered my shirt off once again and tied my hands behind my back with a spreader bar. Mistress B told me to stand with my back against the adjacent wall facing outwards and watch as she dealt with two naked subs, tied to the bondage poles. The two men were facing the recess and bums facing the rest of the wall.
Mistress B played with the two subs, as I looked on with interest. Also in the room was a few other people watching the events unfold. Mistress teased the two subs with ice, before putting numerous pegs on their nipples, cock and balls. As they were facing away from the people in the room, a lot of what Mistress did was out of view!
Mistress then walked around the two subs and used a flogger on their bare bums, much to their pain, anguish and also pleasure. It wasn't long before she ordered me between them. As soon as I was in place, my jeans and boxer shorts were suddenly around my ankles and I was as exposed as the two subs either side of me. I felt so embarrassed, but yet excited, standing completely exposed and naked at the mercy of Mistress B. Mistress then used the ice on my nipples, cock and balls which felt wonderful, but my humiliation deepened as she suddenly announced at full voice “My, you really do have a tiny penis” and comparing to the subs either side of me. I could feel my cheeks redden with embarrassment, as one or two people behind me laughed, but as I say I loved it.
Mistress also gave me the peg treatment, although thankfully I didn't have as many on me as my counterparts! She wanted to see who could hold the most. Mistress then rummaged around her bag of goodies and found a “soft alloy wheel cleaner” (google it, if you want to know what one looks like!) and put that on my cock to tease it. I actually thought I might have a little accident if I wasn't too careful! He he.
All three of us were cropped some more and I thanked Mistress for doing so. We were then released from our positions and as each peg was removed it served as a reminder of Mistress B's wicked but amusing ways. I was now allowed to get dressed and took a breather with a Bourbon Biscuit and a cup of tea. However there was no escaping the stinging sensation that tingled on my bottom!
In fact the stinging sensation lasted well into the evening and the following day. It was one of the many reminders to a wonderful first play party. It was such a terrific day and I would like to thank Mistress B, as well as Miss L, for making me feel at ease.
The next party, a month later wasn't so forgiving.
I found out about Mistress B's first day time play party purely by chance and less than a week before the actual event!
I was reading the weblogs on a BDSM website, when I replied to a question posed by the delightful Miss L. We got chatting and she mentioned the party and suggested that I contact Mistress B to get an invite. The days that followed, and in build up to the party itself, I chatted with Mistress B to get an idea of what would take place, who was attending and quashing any apprehensions that I may have had. Whilst I have experience, I wouldn't in any way regard myself as experienced and I knew this party would push my boundaries and certainly take me out of my comfort zone.
I made my mind up that I'd go and was so excited leading up to the day itself. I arrived around 10.30, armed with cakes, and was greeted by the lovely Mistress B. Instantly she put me at ease, introducing me to everyone and ensuring I was comfortable. Mistress B looked wonderful in her corset and had so much enthusiasm and energy, I think it would've been impossible not to have a good time.
The venue was a house with 4 playrooms (one had a lock for private play) and a further lounge room to relax in. In the main room, was a female sub naked and spread on a St.Andrews cross naked, being whipped by her boyfriend.
The first hour was spent as a meet & greet period, and getting to know the various people at the party. The first person I spoke with was Miss L, who looked stunning in her outfit. She ordered me before her and to be her footstool while she chatted away to a few other guests in the room. Miss L clearly enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere more than most at that point. Moments later Miss L ordered me to get her a drink from the kitchen and to return without my top, which I dutifully did; I returned without my shirt and a cool drink for Miss L.
After a few more minutes of relaxation, Miss L instructed me to give her a foot massage to ease her aching feet. Delighted to be invited to do such a wonderful task, I took off her knee high boots and proceeded to massage each foot. Her feet looked very sexy and I thoroughly enjoyed the moment.
Not long after, Mistress B invited everyone into the main room to play her version of “Pass The Parcel”. The party was made up of 6 Mistresses, about 8 male subs and one female sub. Other than the female sub, I was probably the youngest.
The game involved passing around a bowl of forfeits and acting them out. These involved spankings, performing songs (that wouldn't impress Simon Cowell!) and various other tasks. Mine were to bark like a dog and then to receive a spanking from each of the Mistresses, in front of everyone. Stupidly thinking they'd do it over my jeans, Mistress B pulled down my jeans and boxers, put me over her knee and delivered some firm stinging whacks to my bare bum. I was then passed onto the other Mistresses to receive the same treatment.
Once the game was over, the crowd in the main room dispersed to get refreshments, play with others or to chat with the other guests. I remained in the main room, where Mistress B ordered my shirt off once again and tied my hands behind my back with a spreader bar. Mistress B told me to stand with my back against the adjacent wall facing outwards and watch as she dealt with two naked subs, tied to the bondage poles. The two men were facing the recess and bums facing the rest of the wall.
Mistress B played with the two subs, as I looked on with interest. Also in the room was a few other people watching the events unfold. Mistress teased the two subs with ice, before putting numerous pegs on their nipples, cock and balls. As they were facing away from the people in the room, a lot of what Mistress did was out of view!
Mistress then walked around the two subs and used a flogger on their bare bums, much to their pain, anguish and also pleasure. It wasn't long before she ordered me between them. As soon as I was in place, my jeans and boxer shorts were suddenly around my ankles and I was as exposed as the two subs either side of me. I felt so embarrassed, but yet excited, standing completely exposed and naked at the mercy of Mistress B. Mistress then used the ice on my nipples, cock and balls which felt wonderful, but my humiliation deepened as she suddenly announced at full voice “My, you really do have a tiny penis” and comparing to the subs either side of me. I could feel my cheeks redden with embarrassment, as one or two people behind me laughed, but as I say I loved it.
Mistress also gave me the peg treatment, although thankfully I didn't have as many on me as my counterparts! She wanted to see who could hold the most. Mistress then rummaged around her bag of goodies and found a “soft alloy wheel cleaner” (google it, if you want to know what one looks like!) and put that on my cock to tease it. I actually thought I might have a little accident if I wasn't too careful! He he.
All three of us were cropped some more and I thanked Mistress for doing so. We were then released from our positions and as each peg was removed it served as a reminder of Mistress B's wicked but amusing ways. I was now allowed to get dressed and took a breather with a Bourbon Biscuit and a cup of tea. However there was no escaping the stinging sensation that tingled on my bottom!
In fact the stinging sensation lasted well into the evening and the following day. It was one of the many reminders to a wonderful first play party. It was such a terrific day and I would like to thank Mistress B, as well as Miss L, for making me feel at ease.
The next party, a month later wasn't so forgiving.
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