Fem Fun Friday

It was an intense party..

Mistress had picked a pink & black polka dot nightie for me to wear, black stockings with a pink trim up the back of the legs, my heels, and my wig. Transformed me and did my makeup right there in the middle of the club.

While this is a sex club and a rather decadent one at that, and while what Mistress was doing to me wasnt anything no one there has ever seen before, I still blush and squirm every time. Cant help it.

Inserted the medium butt plug...the one with the swirly large head that I *hate*.

She then bound me to a wooden cross and asked me "What color are you?".

This was not a good sign.

I can't think of a single time in our relationship where she's asked that. See, Mistress knows me...better than anyone else ever has, I think. And as far as pain goes, she knows about how much I can take and how to apply it like an expert. To ask me my color meant she was going to kick things up a notch.

And I was right....soon she had my ass and back stinging and on fire. She had pulled out all of the sharp stinging toys (I handle thud-y much better). The evil red slapper I know for sure. Other toys that hurt just as bad.

While this was going on a rather agggressive member of the club who apparently wanted to put his dick into anything and everything saw me bound to the cross and got...ideas...

Thankfully Mistress didnt give him permission for that but she did let him rub it against my cheeks....( moans softly ). Rather an intense moment...a total stranger doing that to me while I was helpless..

Then I was untied, allowed to recover. It was getting time for the dinner break so I was permitted to dress back up in drab while we went to meet Sir for dinner--he hadnt gone to the afternoon event.

After dinner, back at the club, dressed again Mistress had me mount (rather uncomfortably) a sybian. This is (for those of you not in the know) a vibrator that you sit on and ride--powered by what I believe is an engine from a small plane.

This activity of course, didnt happen off in some private corner of the club, noooo couldnt have that at all! No, the sybian was parked right in front of the big screen tv, surrounded by comfty couches so everyone in the club could watch!

Mistress then stood over me, wearing her strapon, and had me suck it while Sir worked the remote controls of the sybian, controlling vibration (ranging from gentle to holy shit you must be kidding me) and rotation. It was...intense.

Mistress then wanted to work the remote herself, so she changed places with Sir, her working the controls, me sucking his cock. ( moans softly )I feel so owned by this couple....I so love being their toy, used and abused by them, allowed to please them.. I just felt myself surrender to it, watchers in the club be damned.

But...Mistress being Mistress...she wanted to push my submission even further, so she announced to the onlookers that they could help themselves to her slut...two of them took her up on the offer.. ( bright blush ). One right after the other...using me as a party favor. So humiliating, and yet...so right, at the same time.

Its when things are at theyre most intense that I feel Mistress Cherie's control over me most acutely...the reality of it echoing around and around inside my head that this is real, this is happening, that this isnt just a scene or bedroom play, that I am this Woman's complete and total slave and that while it may not always be easy, it may not always be fun, I want to be bound by her (and by extension her husband) the rest of my life.

( squirms ) And...in a sense, I dont have a choice in that any longer. ( smiles softly ) Im too far gone. I belong to Her, body heart & soul.

Um..so..( blush ) Does anyone want to hear the rest? I'm not as good at writing these experiences down as Mistress is but if there's interest I'll give it a shot.

--tiapet, slave to Mistress Cherie