One Monday afternoon as I left work, I received a message, from Sixtine.
A month earlier, we met during a rather classic session, the desire to surpass myself for her on one side, the desire to test my limits on hers.
I was more than determined to become his slave.
The days and then the weeks passed, I served her as soon as she whistled at me without ever expecting anything in return. Until the day I received this famous message from him.
I had no idea that this evening would change my life forever! She invited me to an evening at the Champs-Elysées. Being very shy by nature, I took a few minutes to respond to her because I understood that I would not be alone with her during this event, but curiosity and the desire to be presented as her slave prevailed over my concerns. The dress code was simple to respect, evening dress for the ladies, suit for the gentlemen. Sixtine asked me to pick her up from one of her friends, seeing her go out, my face turned red at the sight of her magnificent legs supported by divine black stiletto pumps... Not to mention her divine transparent black tulle dress... With the traffic, finding the right address was more difficult than expected… and we were very late.
A servant welcomed us, and closed the doors behind us, we were the last expected. He took us to the locker room to drop off our things. It was at this precise moment that Sixtine's tone changed, she ordered me to undress immediately. Once naked, she took out a chastity cage and demanded that I put it on. Having no experience with this type of accessory, I couldn't put it on correctly, she glared at me, and decided to take care of it for me.
The first feeling was very unpleasant, the contact of my skin against the cold metal was difficult, she first took my testicles to push them through the ring then it was the turn of my penis. Once the cage was well installed, she locked everything with a key, which she tied around her neck so as not to lose them during the evening. The time to enter the evening had arrived, we were expected. The apartment was gigantic, I had never seen anything so beautiful and luxurious in my entire life. To my surprise, I was the only person who was totally naked and on the ground, the other guests were all clothed and looking down on me. A very good friend of Sistine was present, he undressed the woman who accompanied him, and began to whip her with a long whip, she screamed like a pig being slaughtered. I had, I must admit, a real crush on his sublime submissive. The hostilities began and all the women took off their clothes and ended up finding themselves in the same position as me. I understood that we were the only Mistress/submissive duo.
As I tried to contemplate the magnificent tapestries that decorated the walls, the immense crystal chandelier that illuminated the space, the gilded mirrors and the marble furniture, Sistine asked me to stand up and put my hands behind the head so that I replace the sublime submissive. Each in turn, his friend and Sixtine both tried to graze me as much as possible with the whip, until the moment when I was touched by Monsieur. I hurt very badly and the tears started to flow, he was the first to make me cry in pain.
I remained behaved, standing and obedient and my tears had barely dried when a submissive passed between my legs like one passes under a bridge, then a second then a third.
I think they all belonged to his friend, who pretended not to know them. They were all magnificent, bodies of goddesses, naked or simply dressed in garter belts and high heels... Sistine and her friend Master ordered the submissives without my knowledge to make me hard so that I would suffer in my cage. They informed them that I was a virgin at 22, and that they could all be the first if they wanted. They came to touch, lick, kiss and caress each other with their legs spread in front of me and there was even one who jerked off on my leg to the point of orgasm. But Sistine had trained me never to get hard, that's not what she wanted for her slave, so I obeyed her rules. Then when the parade was over, Sixtine sat down in an armchair, a glass of champagne in hand and whistled for me to come and serve as a footrest.
While she was drinking, I was able to observe what was happening around me, several couples were kissing, others were practicing bondage, whipping or any kind of insertion into various orifices. And suddenly, she started spanking me, first my right buttock, then the left, then both at the same time! Once my buttocks were burning, she decided to take out her favorite flogging tool... I was still in a lot of pain, I'm not a masochist but her pleasure comes first, tears began to flow down my cheeks again... She didn't stop until I saw blood dripping on the ground. My reward was to have the privilege of massaging his legs and feet for ¾ of an hour. My arms were on fire but I was so happy to be able to caress her for so long that I forgot all my sorrows...
Hearing the word stop from her mouth, my arms suddenly fell, she let me regain my senses for a short moment before asking me to cross the entire apartment to get her a bottle of water, on all fours and still naked as a worm. I was proud to feel the eyes of the guests on my marks made by my Dominatrix and to walk like a good dog to the kitchen to get what she demanded. I saw the servant who had welcomed us again, he was tending the bar, he congratulated me on having such beautiful marks and he offered me an orange juice.
When I returned, Sixtine was no longer there, the sublime submissive for whom I had fallen in love at first sight was on her knees in front of the chair. She ordered me to get on my knees as well and hold out my hands, before starting to delicately lick my fingers one by one... I was starting to feel a little cramped in my cage... The Master came back and asked me to get on all fours in front of the sublime submissive. She turned around, my nose was 3 cm from her buttocks. Monsieur started to whip her hard, I was so close that I had the feeling that each impact on her buttocks was going to land directly on my cheek... It was impressive. Sistine returned to sit in her armchair and was delighted to see that in her absence I remained obedient to the people she desired in all circumstances. Once her buttocks were very red, the sublime submissive turned around and looked me in the eyes, I was unable to hold her gaze for more than 3 seconds, no one had ever looked at me like that...
The evening ended with a general orgy, Sixtine observed everything that was happening, sitting on my back. She would sometimes pull my hair to raise my head, showing me where I should look. She often made me admire the sublime submissive and her Master... She no longer cried out from pain, but from pleasure... At 4 a.m., Sistine decided that she had to go back to sleep, she thanked our hosts and her dear friend, and made everyone kiss their feet.
This evening gave birth to an animal devotion in me, which has only grown stronger over the years. I have been a slave for 6 years now and would never refuse her.
Your slave Pumba