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Downward Spiral Chapter I: The Party.
STANDARD DISCLAIMER: The following story is entirely fictional, the characters, likenesses, and over all the whole basis of this story is not real. The scenes of extreme torture depicted in this story must not be repeated, even with consent…
Emeraude was really pleased, as the party seemed to be on a right path… no, it was not the fact of having a successful party, those parties were a common event. Every month during the school year and every two weeks on vacations her house greeted to all the friends she had made into the world BDSM circles. This party in particular pleased her so much because of the amount of new faces she could see from her position in the top of the marble stairway that led to the second floor of the house, yes, there were the regulars… like the sister that had her “training facility” to get good sluts, or the “polished noblewoman that swears like sailor”, yet there were a lot of new faces… ebony Goddesses whom had white sluts either licking their feet or just laying next to them as they chatted, the usual bronze skinned Princesses who had their multi toned property at their feet.
In that exact Moment Emeraude felt the familiar feeling, as something brushed her right leg, then other thing brush the left one… looking down she watched the couple of girls kneeling at her feet, on her right side a blonde white woman, her mid back length hair covering the sides of her head, wearing nothing but a leather pink collar with black trimmings, in the middle of it a row of diamonds covered the collar, leaving space at the sides, in front and in the back, where four rings rested, on the back and left ring were silvery chains, while the other girl, a younger one that the first with brown short hair kneeled at the left, sporting the same collar than her sister, but having the second chain connected to the right side, so both girls were bound together, leaving just the space of her Mistress watched the room too, but they watching the slave girls attending the guests… their sisters all, sporting trays clamped to their nipples and held by chains connected to the side rings of their plain leather pink collars with black trimmings, both slave girls watching to see which sister made a mistake, then the blonde one noticed one of the serving sluts had stopped serving, as she was serving as tray to a black woman, who had an Asian girl between her legs, and said…
“May This one speak, Mistress…? Please allow your needy pet the privilege of talk to you, as she needs to tell her Mistress something she has noticed that may ruin Mistress’ carefully planned evening…“
To that Emeraude just looked at the girl, then, returning her attention to the party she dismissively said…
“Bark…“
“Mistress, This one has noticed that doll has just stopped attending your guests as another Domme seems to have assured her service as a coffee table for her drink… so this one begs for your permission so I can assist my serving sisters…“
Said the slave girl, knowing the Mistress full well to not to be offended when commanded to bark, as she turned around, admiring the handiwork sisters fucktoy and cunt did on Mistress, as the black bustier shone in beauty, framing Mistress’ breasts and covering her belly, and the black skirt covered Mistress’s underwear and concealed it with it’s length when Mistress sat while the stiletto heels gave Mistress more height and the whip hanging on the right side of the skirt giving Mistress an aura of predatory appeal, then she received her answer as the Mistress removed the chain that connected both sluts and the one serving as leash on the blonde as she said…
“You may go dear pet… make me proud…“
Smiling the woman named pet lowered her head and proceeded to lick and kiss the heels her owner wears and, after a gentle pat on her ass, she hurries to rub her hair into the heels to dry them up and scurries away to the back, so she can get ready to assist her sisters, such is the loving nature of pet…
So, while pet got herself ready, her Mistress and sister got to the first floor, where the guests greeted their generous hostess, usually brushing the cheeks of the sister Dommes and petting the sluts that she seemed to like, as several guests petted rabid back too…
While this all went on with the Mistress, pet had made it back to the kitchen, where she gave the orders so her sisters could outfit her, by placing a rectangular silver tray just in the middle of her belly, giving to the tray extra support by binding it to pet’s nipples with a couple of small chains, and she walked on her knees back to the party, just after their sisters stacked full the tray with entrees and wine…
To Be Continued…
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