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The Morning of the Party
I was kneeling in the kitchen, shining Mistress Angela’s boots, when she appeared in the doorway, frowning.
“Didn’t I tell you last week to lay down newspapers before you do that?” she asked.
“I’m sorry, mistress, I forgot,” I said.
My anxiety dissolved when she smiled.
“This is your lucky day,” Mistress Angela said. “I’m in a very good mood.”
She was wearing a black T-shirt and matching running shorts that left her smooth thighs exposed. Her dark hair fell loosely over her neck and shoulders.
“Put the boots down,” she said, pointing at them. “My friends won’t be here until six.”
I quickly set the boots aside, but remained kneeling in front of her.
Mistress Angela looked me over for a a while, then added, “You have permission to stand up now.”
As I rose, she stepped closer and put her hands on her hips.
“Look at me!”
I raised my eyes to meet hers. I was a half-foot taller than Mistress Angela, but she always made me feel one inch high.
“You do remember the rules for tonight, right?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said.
“Speak up!” she said. “I’m not speaking to a six-year-old girl, am I? Am I talking to a girl?”
“No, Mistress,” I said. I hoped that my answer was loud enough to satisfy her without suggesting defiance.
Mistress Angela seemed to relax a bit, and a hint of her earlier smile returned.
“Ok, here’s a quick refresher for you! Tonight you will welcome all of my friends when they arrive, and serve them. You will treat them with every bit of the respect that you give me. If I detect anything less, or if you fuck up in any way that disrupts my little gathering, you will find out just what kind of bitch I’m capable of being. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
I’d made an effort to speak up louder than before, and Mistress Angela looked impressed. “Well….that was better! You almost sounded like a man that time. Are you a man?”
I took a deep breath.“Yes Mistress,” I replied.
She raised her eyebrows and stepped forward even closer, pushing her face close to mine and staring into my eyes. It made me uncomfortable, but at the same time I was stimulated by the heat of her body, the scent of her perfume, and the feel of her breasts softly pressing against my chest.
“Then say it…you’ve just asserted that you’re a man, say it! What are you?”
Her voice had become quieter, yet so intense that it felt like shouting. I fidgeted while she waited for my answer.
“I am a man, Mistress,” I said.
Mistress Angela stepped back and folded her arms, grinning. She picked up her boots and placed them on a chair by the kitchen table. I didn’t dare look directly at her, but in my peripheral vision I saw her drumming her fingers lightly on the table and smiling, as if amused by a private thought. Then she came back to where I stood.
“Well now…” said Mistress Angela. “We’ve now established that you believe you’re a man. Since I’m in such a good mood this morning, and my friends won’t be here for hours, guess what? You’re going to have a chance to prove it!”
Mistress Angela’s Bedchamber
Mistress Angela led me by the hand back to her bedroom. It felt surreal, because had never treated me as a sex partner before. I was her slave---a slave that only existed to serve and amuse her.
When we reached the bedroom, she shut the door and walked to her night table. There she struck a match and lit incense in a burner that looked like the Hindu goddess Kali. Turning back to me, she ran her long nails softly over my chest, and gave a simple command.
“Strip.”
Mistress Angela watched intently as I pulled my shirt off with trembling hands, and then my pants and socks. I stood next to her bed now wearing only jockey shorts while she was still fully clothed. I’d never felt more vulnerable with her--aroused by her seductive charms, yet still confused by her advances. I felt like prey in a lioness’s lair.
Mistress Angela smiled.
“I did say ‘strip,’ didn’t I? Don’t tell me you’re shy.”
I went ahead and pulled off my underwear. My penis, now semi-erect and damp with pre-cum, swung out, bobbing.
“Well!” she said. “Looks like you’re almost ready for action, hmm?”
The force of Mistress Angela’s overt sexuality was overpowering. She had trained me to be her object, not her lover. Seeing my eyes avoid hers, she coaxed back my attention.
“Watch me now,” she directed. “I know you want to see me get ready for the main event.”
It was obvious that she was starting to enjoy herself. She waited until my eyes were on her, then peeled off her black T-shirt, allowing her breasts to spring free. Able to openly stare for the first time, I absorbed the beauty of her rosy nipples.
Mistress Angela saw my erection rise.
“Yeah, we’re getting there,” she said.
She stepped out of her jogging shorts, revealing matching thong underwear. Clearly visible were the hollows of her upper thighs and the top of her dark pubic triangle contrasted against her creamy skin. I couldn’t help but gasp softly at the sight.
She chuckled, relishing my reaction. Mistress Angela maintained her burning gaze while her hands slowly crept down to her thong. When her thumbs reached it, she took hold of the fabric, paused to give me a long look, and then completed her striptease by pulling the thong off all at once and twirling it on her finger before turning to put it with the rest of her clothes. Rather than simply dropping it, she slowly bent over at the waist to place the thong on top of her shirt and shorts, providing a bare rear view that nearly knocked me off my feet.
Mistress Angela stood up again and approached me.
“Do you like the incense?” she asked softly. “Sandalwood is sometimes used for its aphrodisiac properties, you know…” She glanced down at my raging erection. “But it doesn’t look like you’ll be needing an aphrodisiac, will you?”
I was too overwhelmed to speak; I’d felt that way since we left the kitchen. My mistress was using all of her seductive charms to arouse me. She was treating me like a real man--like a lover! Soon she would expect me to satisfy her sexually, and I knew I could not disappoint her.
The Moment of Truth
Pressing up close against my body, Mistress Angela rested her hands lightly on the sides of my hips and rubbed her breasts against my chest while caressing my lower abdomen with her thumbs. Her hands slid back and massaged my buttocks. She nibbled on my shoulder, flicked her tongue along my neck briefly, then fully tongued my ear and sucked the lobe as her fingernails dug into my ass.
Her pelvis ground up against mine, tickling my scrotum with her soft pubic hair. I gasped again, fearing I would climax before we even got to the bed. Realizing this, Mistress Angela stopped what she was doing and took both my hands in hers, leading me back to her luxurious bed and pulling me onto the mattress with her.
Every inch of her flesh enticed me. Seeing her firm breasts, her flat, well-toned midsection, and her taut thighs made my entire body tremble with anticipation. She laid back against the pillows and slowly spread her legs wide apart to allow me full access. The succulent pinkness of her vaginal folds was inches away. The pungent, musky scent of her feminine juices filled my nostrils. I sighed deeply with longing.
“Come and get it,” Mistress Angela whispered. “It’s waiting for you. My hot, sweet pussy is all yours. I need your dick inside me so bad.”
My inhibitions vanished. I scampered over the sheets to Mistress Angela and straddled her body. My cock was swollen and purple now, harder than it had ever been before. I quickly positioned between her legs, eager to plunge into her.
But then an icy voice made me halt.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I looked at her face, confused. Her jaw had clenched, and her eyes had a different look than a moment before. It was an expression that I was more familiar with.
Knowing my full attention was on her, Mistress Angela tilted her head up from the pillow to take a long look at my stiff penis in its poised position above her crotch. She then laid her head back again and stared into my eyes for another long moment. A wicked grin spread over her face. The next words she spoke were devastating.
“My clit is bigger than what you’ve got!”
My erection collapsed faster than The Hindenburg. I looked down at it, then back at her, in disbelief.
She had carefully chosen this simple statement for its crushing effect after setting me up so perfectly. From a woman’s mouth, the words sliced into my manhood like a cold titanium scythe.
Mistress Angela giggled.
“What’s the matter, lover, not quite up to the job?”
I flopped backwards against the bedpost, stunned. My penis was finished. In a few seconds it had shrunken from a proud oak to a withered acorn.
Mistress Angela was hardly content to have inflicted her vicious wound. She began to pump venom into it.
She sat up, propping her back against the pillow. Again, she spread her legs wide, this time exaggerating the act of it. Then she grabbed her outer labia with her fingers and stretched them, making her vagina gape in front of me.
“Come on, Romeo! Last chance!”
Her tone was harsh and openly contemptuous now, and the seductive smile had twisted into a look of utter scorn as she discarded her pretense. There was only a tiny, flaccid nub left hanging between my legs; she was methodically destroying what remained of it. Mistress Angela finally closed her legs and stood on her knees in front of me on the mattress.
“What a stud!” she spat. “Get off my fucking bed!”
She gave me a hard shove. From my precarious position, I tumbled onto the floor in a heap. In a moment, she was out of bed too, towering over me with her fists on her hips.
Mistress Angela did not need tall boots or a whip to dominate me in this room. She brandished her bare body with far greater effectiveness. Even in silence, her nakedness mocked my inadequacy.
This did not mean she was through talking, though. She continued to pummel me below the belt with her commentary, hurting me as only a female is capable of hurting a male.
“Well, we found out how much of a man you are, didn’t we? You’re a pathetic little capon, that’s what you are. You had my tight little twat right in front of you—hot, wet and ready to fuck, but you still couldn’t perform. And you dared to call yourself a man?”
She threw her head back and laughed.
“It’s just as well. Even if you’d managed to stick it inside me, you would have shot your weak little load in about two seconds!” she added.
I started to weep quietly. I knew it would just make the situation worse, but I couldn’t hold the tears back.
Mistress Angela poked at my crotch with her toe and laughed again.
“Is there anything left there at all? You should have seen the look on your face when I told you what a joke your tiny dick was! There you were with your chest all puffed out thinking you were Conan the Barbarian or something. Did you think you were going to conquer me, or what? Are you stupid as well as impotent? I was trying so hard not to laugh the whole time. I think I did pretty well, too!” She giggled.
At the sight of me crumpling lower on the floor, she shook her head with disgust.
“And now you’re crying! Jesus Christ! I compared you to a six-year-old girl before, but even a one-year old girl has more balls than you!”
Mistress Angela bent over to examine my tear-streaked face, and her pendulous breasts dipped toward me. Two minutes before, the sight of them had filled me with lust. Now, my entire genital region just felt numb and cold. My penis had rolled up like a turtle’s head trying to escape into its shell, with the tip of it no longer even visible.
For a moment I thought Mistress Angela would show pity, but instead she broke into a smile again.
“Tell me something,” she said. “My friends are coming over tonight. How do you think they’d react if they knew about what happened in here today, hmm? I mean, if they knew every little detail about how I teased you into a frenzy and how you started thinking you were Joe Stud, and how you were trying to mount me with your useless, limp little pud, and how you cried like a little fucking pussy because your mean mistress made you feel so bad…. What do you think they’d say?”
The thought of her doing this made me cry harder. I still couldn’t speak, but it really didn’t matter because she didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she walked away to collect the clothes she’d shed during her striptease.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell them a word of it,” she assured me. “Just consider the thought extra incentive for doing a good job tonight.”
She started slipping her clothes on again with her back to me.
I wanted more than anything to get out of the room and recover from the emotional wounds she’d inflicted. My desperation helped me find my voice again.
“May I leave the room, Mistress?”
Now that she’d finished destroying me, Mistress Angela was over at her wardrobe, choosing her attire for the party. She answered without even bothering to glance in my direction.
“You’d damn well better leave. We’ve seen how much use you are in a lady’s bedroom.”
With my head bowed low and tears streaming down my face, I quickly slunk out her door.
The Guests Arrive
I spent the entire afternoon preparing food and drinks for the party. Just before six o’clock, I heard a knock on the door and ran to answer it. It was Mistress Tara. She was an English domme of medium height, with dark brown hair that she usually wore up in braids. When I opened the door, she handed me her coat without a word and walked into the living room to greet Mistress Angela. I returned to the kitchen to resume my work, but then heard another, louder knock.
When I answered the door this time, Mistress Stephanie was standing there scowling. I froze. Mistress Stephanie was a pure bitch goddess. Physically, she was small and compact, almost petite, but her bearing commanded respect. She had straight, shoulder-length blonde hair and piercing light blue eyes. These baby-doll features were offset by her high cheekbones and thin, sharply defined lips, which gave her a cruel appearance that was highlighted by the reddish-purple lipstick and nail polish she usually wore. At the moment, she was visibly unhappy.
“It took you long enough, dickhole!”
I opened my mouth to apologize, but began to stammer. Mistress Stephanie was in no mood to listen.
“Get the fuck out of my way!”
Sneering, she shoved me out of the doorway with surprising force.
After I’d regained my balance, I was starting to close the door again when she whipped off her coat and pitched it in my face.
“And hang up my fucking coat!”
Mistress Angela and Mistress Tara were laughing at the spectacle as she joined them in the living room.
“You tell ‘im, Steph!” Mistress Tara said.
As I hung up Mistress Stephanie’s coat, I heard the door again, and rushed to answer it promptly. The last guest had arrived---Mistress Janet.
Mistress Janet was a tall, boisterous redhead with a whimsical sense of humor. Unfortunately for me, I was often the target of that humor when she was visiting. She would toy with me in front of the other women, mocking me with exaggerated displays of flirtation and lust.
As soon as she stepped into the apartment, her routine started.
“Ooooooooh baaaaaaby! I’ve missed you sooooooo much!”
She threw her arms around me and started running her hands over my body.
“Oh my God, girls, doesn’t he just get hotter every time? I can’t keep my hands off of him! Angela, you’re so lucky to get to touch him everyday! You’ve got to lend him to me! Please? Just for one night? If I have him just once, I’ll be able to die happy!”
Mistress Janet ran one hand in my shirt and over my chest and groped my ass with the other. Pretending to be breathless with lust, she whispered loudly in my ear, making sure everyone could hear.
“Yeah, you and me, baby, tonight, ok?” She pinched my right nipple.
“Please don’t say no! You wouldn’t break Janet’s heart, would you? I know you wouldn’t deprive me of your luscious man-meat!”
The other three dommes were howling with laughter now, but Mistress Janet wasn’t ready to break character just yet.
“Don’t mind them, they’re just jealous. We’ll slip away together later, all right? It’s a date, my love!”
She gave me a huge, wet kiss on the cheek, then danced away and took a bow in front of Mistresses Angela, Tara, and Stephanie, who broke into applause.
“I swear, you should be on stage, Janet”, said Mistress Tara
“Hell, yeah!” Mistress Stephanie agreed.
“You’re looking a bit red, dear”, Mistress Angela said to me. “Go bring us in some drinks from the kitchen. Maybe a few minutes away from you will cool Janet’s blood.”
All three started laughing again.
I scurried back to the kitchen to get the drinks, glad for the respite. When I returned, Mistress Angela was arranging chairs in the living room. She had her big-screen TV positioned in front of them.
“Good work,” Mistress Angela said as I set the tray of drinks down. “You can even fix yourself one if you like”.
Her offer startled me, and it must have shown on my face.
“Well, you’ve done good work today, you deserve it. I’m even going to let you sit and watch the movie with us!”
She pulled a fifth chair over and placed it in the middle of the row that she’d started to form. After getting their drinks, the other dommes began to sit down while Mistress Angela adjusted the video equipment.
“What is it, Angela, a DVD?” asked Mistress Janet.
“No, something else”, answered Mistress Angela. “It’s ready now, everyone sit down.”
I felt uncomfortable sitting among the women. Mistress Janet was on one side of me and Mistress Stephanie on the other. On the far left sat Mistress Tara. I hoped that the movie would hold their attention so they wouldn’t focus on me. Mistress Angela pressed the start button on the video equipment, turned down the lights, then took her seat on the far right.
“Ok, movie time!” announced Mistress Angela. “This is a special feature I think you’ll all enjoy. Almost all of you, anyway.”
The screen lit up. There was no music or opening title, just an image of an empty room. I began to realize that I knew this room. I was familiar with every object in it. It was a high, clear view of Mistress Angela’s bedroom.
I looked over at the equipment. In the dark I could see that the power was activated on Mistress Angela’s video camera. My pulse accelerated. I looked back to the movie screen and knew a moment later that what I’d feared was happening. I watched the door open, and saw Mistress Angela lead me into the bedroom.
The other dommes started to snicker and glance over at me.
Horrified, I started to sweat profusely. I had no choice but to sit among this group of women as they witnessed my humiliation from that morning. Images and sound were both captured with brutal clarity. I tried closing my eyes briefly in an attempt to shut it out, but it didn’t help. I could still hear Mistress Angela’s seductive words.
“Sandalwood is sometimes used for its aphrodisiac properties, you know…but it doesn’t look like you’ll be needing an aphrodisiac, will you?”
Soon the inevitable arrived: The images of Mistress Angela pulling me onto the bed and spreading her legs. Then finally, the moment I dreaded most.
“My clit is bigger than what you’ve got!”
When my erection fell, all the dommes collapsed screaming with laughter.
“Pause it, Angela, please!” cried Mistress Tara. “I need to catch my breath!”
Mistress Angela hit the pause button on the remote, and the image froze on the screen. There I was, for all to see, flopped back against the bedpost with a shocked expression and limp penis, two feet away from a gorgeous naked woman with her legs spread wide apart.
Mistress Angela got up and came over to my chair. I sat slumped forward, fighting tears for the second time that day. She grabbed my face and forced it upward to look in her eyes.
“I think they like the movie, hon. Don’t you? Remember, I promised I wouldn’t tell them a word of what happened today. I never said I wouldn’t show them!”
She let go of my face and laughed uproariously while I slumped back over again. Then the others started. Mistress Janet grabbed the front of my shirt and got in my face.
“I’m afraid our date for later is off now, sweetie. If all you have to offer is what I just saw, there’s really not much point, is there?”
Mistress Stephanie pitched in to escalate the abuse.
“Poor little dickless! Poor little dickless!” she chanted in my ear.
I knew the ordeal wouldn’t end soon when Mistress Tara spoke up.
“Replay it, Angela. Let’s see it in slow motion. I want to see the look on his face again.”
“Yeah, and I want to see his dick shrivel again. Can you zoom in?” said Mistress Stephanie.
“I can show you all of the above”, answered Mistress Angela.
The nightmarish evening went on and on. Each time, the dommes laughed raucously as close-ups were shown of my expression, my penis collapsing, then full-view, then back to my expression again. When they began to tire of the one moment, they backed up to the seduction, then finally the torrent of verbal abuse Mistress Angela had inflicted on me after she’d wrecked me sexually.
By the time they’d had their fill and Mistress Angela shut the video camera off, I was emotionally exhausted from the humiliation. I stared at the floor, crimson-faced and sweating. The dommes were tired of me for the moment, so they turned back to refreshments and conversation.
I was so absorbed in my shame that I did not notice that while Mistresses Tara and Janet were talking in the living room, Mistresses Angela and Stephanie went into the kitchen. They came out about ten minutes later and rejoined the others. Soon there were whispers among the group, followed by wild laughter.
“Oh, tell him now!” said Mistress Janet. “I want to be here when he finds out.”
I had a sick feeling, knowing that there was only one “him” in the apartment.
All four dommes came over to stand in front of me. Mistress Janet kicked my chair to get my attention.
“Wake up, darling, your mistress has an announcement to make!”
I looked up and saw Mistresses Janet and Tara grinning at me.
“Angela?” Mistress Janet prompted.
My mistress of many months put her hand on the back of my chair and leaned over to look into my eyes. She had an expression I had not seen before. A slight smile was on her lips, but she appeared regretful at the same time.
“Well you’re in for a bit of a change”, she said. “Your performance—that is, your appearance in the video…”
Mistresses Tara and Janet fought to suppress their laughter.
“….it gave Stephanie so much enjoyment, that she made an offer to me that was just too good to turn down”, Mistress Angela continued. “So even though I’m going to miss the kind of fun I had today with you, guess what? —You have a new owner!”
I was stricken with anxiety. The awful evening had become even worse. I could tell from her tone that Mistress Angela was not joking. Mistresses Janet and Tara exploded with laughter at my wide-eyed expression.
I slowly looked back over to Mistress Stephanie. She was glowering at me…her blue eyes had a triumphic glint. She knew how much I dreaded her visits. Now she would be free to do as she wished with me.
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