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Meeting with Misress JennieThis was my second time visiting my new Mistress Jennie. I was excited, but at the same time a little bit nervous.I drove to the arranged meeting, fully dressed as Robyn. I could not be dressed too sluttily, as I was in public, but my dress was fairly short, perhaps the tops of my stay-up stockings were slightly visible beneath my hem line. My makeup was conservative, definitely not ‘drag queen’, more ‘housewifey’. Naturally, without question, my little clit was impossibly locked away in its hard chastity cage. And the key was at home. No escape there, no getting off.But worst of all, and I do not know why I agreed to this, but… I had vicious nipple clamps attached to my sensitive little buds. And over them were pressed my C-cup breast forms, and over them my lacy 3/4 cup navy blue bra. And my titties were screaming! This had not been smart. I would have to ask Mistress for me to remove them soon. Despite knowing how much more it hurt to actually take them off.She had texted me the motel room number as I drove to the meeting. Luckily the motel car park was quiet, I found a space very near the room, and I quickly exited my car, carrying a small bag with some essentials. I knocked at the door. Mistress opened the door and welcomed me in.The room was dark, only the TV flickering. Showing porn, of course. And there was another person there! Sitting in the chair in the corner. And a camera, no two cameras, on tripods.Before I could register much more, my Mistress snapped, “You are late, slut. Not good enough.”I gulped, standing uneasily on my heels. I don’t think I actually was late, but I held my tongue.”Twenty,” Mistress proclaimed. I was confused. “Come here,” she said, and grabbed my arm, dragging me to the small motel table.”Hands on,” she ordered. Oh, I got it. I leaned over, my hands apart on the table surface, my legs slightly apart. “Wider, slut,” she demanded, tapping the insides of my legs, making me spread wider. I was hugely embarrassed, to be so displayed in front of her guest. I was left waiting for a time. Mistress Jennie and her friend chatted for a while. I could make out some of what they said, but not all. I tried to take surreptitious glances to see better.Mistress finally returned to me, and proceeded to feel my bottom and thighs. Her hands running across me felt divine. She squeezed my ample cheeks a few times, she ran her hands up the inside of my thighs, up to my tiny panties. Oooh… this was lovely.But then… smack! Ouch. She had spanked me on my bottom. And smack! Again. Not too severe, but enough to smart a little. I grunted a little each time her hand made impact.”Stand still, slut,” she ordered, and put one hand in the middle of my back, keeping me in place. And smacked me three more times while thus positioned. These hurt a little bit more, and I yelped (or squealed) a little on the last one.Each smack jolted my body, and this in turn caused the nasty nipple clamps under my bra to bite just a little more. I was feeling this in more than one place.After five Mistress stopped, and went to her bag. I heard, but couldn’t quite see. Then a swish beside me. Oh. A whip? A flogger maybe?Swish! Across my bottom. A flogger, I guessed. Not so bad. Not as harsh as her final hand spank. And another. I jumped a little.I felt hands fiddling with my dress. It was being lifted. And tucked into my belt. My poor bottom was much more on display now. Oh, and worse, Mistress grabbed my panties and pulled them up, disappearing bahis firmaları into my crack. I really was exposed now.Then…. swish… crack! Ouch. Crack! Crack! OK, this was more intense. But the feeling of a flogger is dispersed… so the ouch is spread around, each strand adding to the whole.I admit, I was not really *enjoying* this. I don’t like pain, as such. But at least it wasn’t agony. To be honest, the nipple clamps were still way more painful. “Like a try, honey?” she asked? I was confused again. Oh. She was asking the other person.”Sure, babe,” I heard in reply. And then maybe… a kiss? Crack! Ow! The guest wielded this with quite some vigour. Crack again! I yelped.”Silence, slut,” Mistress ordered. “Hang on,” she said. The flogging ceased, and Mistress returned, pulling back my hair. Ah… Oh. She looped something around my head, and inserted… ah… a penis gag… yes, into my mouth. And then buckled it. “This’ll keep her quiet.”The gag was about two or three inches long, filling my mouth quiet nicely. Of course, it had the shape and feel of a largish cock. I could not talk, only moan, and suck on the plastic intruder.The flogging continued. Swish. Swish. Swish. Each time I moaned into the gag. I bounced around a little on my heels. And from time-to-time I heard the click of a camera. Occasionally a flash.”OK,” I heard Mistress say. “Time for the real punishment.” What??? What had this been until now?I heard a whip-like whoosh. Then… crack!!! Yow!!! Right across my bottom. A crack like fire. I yelled into my gag. I jumped about, hopping on one foot then the other. For once, my nipples weren’t the worst of it.It must be a riding crop, or something similar. Crack! Again. I yelled again into the gag. My hands went back to protect my poor bottom. They were slapped down.”Here, hold her down,” I heard. And the guest came over and held my body still, my hands back on the table.Crack! Again. I screamed into the gag. I was looking at the guest for help. She looked at me sympathetically, but wasn’t going to stop this.Again! Ahhhh…. no more. Please. I must have been near tears.I was pressed face down on the table. My breasts mashed on the surface, my poor nipples in agony. The weight and hands of the guest holding me firmly in place.Crack! I thrashed about, screaming. Then… nothing. Oh. The twenty were finished. Whew.A few moments of rest. Mistress was chatting with the guest. I just sucked on the plastic cock in my mouth.Mistress came over to me, placing a pillow on the table for my relief. I leaned down onto it. My titties still screaming at me though.I felt hands at my waist, and… my panties being grabbed. And lowered. Oh god, I was really exposed now. I did the little pantie dance as they fell off my legs entirely.”Legs wider, whore.” And I spread my legs as ordered. Almost to the point of imbalance. “Spread your cheeks, and hold. OK?”Lying there, face down on the table, with my hands grabbing and holding my buttocks wide apart, and exposing my most private, most intimate part for all to see. Feeling the heat still rising from my spread cheeks, knowing there would be red stripes visible. I felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so whorish and slutty. And, of course, I head the click of a camera.I realised also that my cage must be visible from behind as well. My helpless trapped tiny clitty. Useless. Unable to spurt. Unable to even provide any pleasure to me. A hand gently grabbed my cage, feeling it. Feeling around it. And a finger kaçak iddaa traced along the length of my tight, exposed hole. I shivered, and moaned into the gag.And then nothing. Again. I just waited, obscenely exposing myself. For minute after minute. I peek a glance behind. Oh. Mistress and the guest were making out. Hands all over each other. Kissing, feeling. Ignoring me entirely.It was so hard to maintain the position. I moaned a few times after some more minutes. I could hear the passion of the couple behind me.Finally, a voice at my ear, “Would you like to sit down?” I nodded and moaned at the same time. And Mistress helped me up, and led me to the chair the guest had been sitting in. And there, right in the middle of the chair, was an enormous dildo sticking up obscenely! There was a towel and tube of lubricant next to it.”So, slut, sit down.”I carefully moved around, and grabbed the tube. I smeared a heap of lube onto the giant cock. It must be ten inches at least, and thick! And I put plenty of lube into my tight little hole, sliding first one, then two fingers inside myself. “Ha, ha, look at the whore,” Mistress said.Finally, I started to sit down, gently easing the massive dildo into myself. It took a minute or more, just to get the head to pop inside me. Adding more lube. My legs were trembling as I lowered myself. Then raised. Then lowered. Eventually, the cock was fully buried inside my tiny hole. I was amazed that I could accept that monster. And I was sitting fully on the chair. Not exactly relaxing, but still.Mistress grabbed my hands, pulled them behind me, and quickly tied them with some soft cotton rope. I was helpless, impaled on an enormous cock, gagged and sucking another, and my nipples were *still* screaming at me. I could barely feel the stripes on my bottom, but knew that I would later on.The next, how long? Hour or so? Was so frustrating, and so erotic, and so painful for me. Mistress and her guest… made love… for ages, right in front of me. And there was nothing I could do. They kissed and hugged. They kissed and licked. They sucked each other, first one, then the other. It seemed like for hours. They went into a sixty-nine position, their mouths and genitals working furiously. Slurping, sucking, moaning.It seemed like a week, and each time one of them came close to climax they backed off, extending their pleasure.Finally, they got off the bed, and came over to me. The guest stood in front of me, her big clit right on my nose almost, resting against my gag. Mistress was behind her, entering her, fucking her. Hands went behind my head, I felt the buckle of the gag being undone. Ah… finally that bloody penis gag came out of my mouth. Only to be replaced with the guest’s hard clit.I sucked as best I could. Although, it should be said, it was more of a mouth r****g than a blow job. I kept gagging and spluttering as she went too deep sometimes. I licked and sucked to my best ability. I could tell she was holding on. What for? Ahhh…Mistress Jennie started thrusting furiously inside our guest. She moaned, groaned. Despite my mouth being full, I could see she was about to cum. Thrust, thrust. She banged the guest as she came. Each push forcing the guest to thrust in my mouth.Mistress fell back. The guest continued. It was more sensuous now, with my mouth applying suction, and me licking her member. I could tell she was ready. Spurt. Filling my mouth. Spurt, spurt, spurt. Overflowing my mouth. Her moaning. Something I could kaçak bahis never experience. I sucked and sucked. I took all her juices except those that overflowed down my chin. Despite my predicament, despite my titties still hurting so much, and despite the huge intruder deep inside me, I *loved* this. This is what I am meant for.The guest finally pulled away. My mouth felt empty. I looked at them both. Mistress came over to me. “Open wide, whore.” What? She brought around into vision her condom. It appeared half full! Her juices from fucking the guest. I realised she was going to pour them into my mouth! Oh my.But no. She held my jaw, and lowered the *entire condom* into my mouth. I could do little but accept it. This was so disgusting. I only hoped that our guest had been nicely clean. I assumed she was.Mistress closed my mouth. “Get every drop out of that and swallow it.”Mistress and the guest reclined back on the bed as I went about my sticky, yucky duty. At least only the taste and flavour of the condom and my Mistress’s lovely cum. I heard them chat. There was mention of ‘Cialis’, and some giggles.I managed to empty the condom in my mouth after some time. And a little later Mistress got up and came over to me on the chair. “Please, my nipples,” I moaned to her.”Come with me,” she said, and tenderly, slowly, started lifting me off the plastic cock. I was unsteady in my feet, and empty in my pussy, as Mistress led me to the bathroom. “You’ve been a good girl,” she said. “Take off your dress.”I adjusted some of my jewellery, and held my wig firmly in place as I lifted my dress over my head. Bra, no panties, stockings, shoes. I was very exposed. Mistress kissed me, holding me tight.”You may remove the clamps,” she said. I was so relieved, but also scared. They hurt so very much when coming off. It’s almost better to leave them on, especially after so long.But I could not disobey her. I reached under my left bra cup, under the breast form, and slowly squeezed the clamp’s arms. As the blood rushed back into my poor crushed nipple I almost screamed. I pressed the breast form back over, and then did the right side. Again, oh my, it hurt so much! “Wait here,” I was ordered.I looked at myself in the mirror. I was a mess. My hair, my makeup, my lipstick. And my chubby body, barely covered, and obscenely displaying the chastity cage, looking back at me.Mistress and the guest soon returned. What? The guest had a camera. “In the shower,” I was ordered. Oh. I had a sinking feeling about this.”Sit.” I sat on the floor of the shower, fully expecting a jet of clod water. This would be very close to a safeword situation for me. But no. First Mistress, and then her guest got in the shower stall with me. OH NO!!! I just realised. “Open,” was all she said. And it began.This was the worst. This was the lowest. I could not sink any further. Mistress started. The stream hit my open mouth. I spluttered. And then, on my body, my legs, another warm stream. “Swallow, whore!” Mistress almost screamed at me. I gagged, I spluttered. I think I managed to swallow a little. This was so disgusting. All this time the guest was just pissing all over my body.It stopped. Mercifully. “Suck me,” Mistress ordered. And I took her soft clitty into my mouth. She must have been saving a little in reserve, as I felt a stream flowing. “Swallow it all, whore,” she demanded. I sucked at her like a teat. Swallowing her vile stream. I was almost retching, almost choking and vomiting.It ended. They left the bathroom. As she left, Mistress said, “Clean yourself up, girl. Put on a nightie and join us.”I peeled off my stockings, removed my bra, took off my wig. I had spare ones for all in my bag. I turned on the shower.
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