Sealed With Love, Part 4

by Sealed By Mistress

In which the party takes place, showing Amelia many new things. She is the star of the show as the entertainment climaxes.

Before long all the guests had arrived, slaves in tow, had been welcomed and ensconced on the patio. Comfortable chairs and sofas were occupied by amiable Mistresses and Master (Master Gordon being the only one attending), with their submissives at their feet, by their side, on their lap or, in one case, on all fours so Mistress Andrea could rest her high-heeled knee-booted feet. Since their Mistress was still preparing herself, Breeana acted as hostess, serving drinks, answering questions, flirting with everyone appropriate, providing compliments and making sure to keep Amelia busy fetching this, passing around that and refilling the other.

The result of all this bustle was that Amelia got to see the dominants with their varied sensibilities and styles and the submissives in their different outfits and behaviours, and to be seen by each in turn as they appraised, envied or fancied her, but she didn't have time to be overawed by all these new experiences. Although Amelia didn't know it, Mistress had planned this, knowing that Breeana could handle any awkwardness that might arise.

The Mistresses and Master all knew each other well and quickly fell to comfortable conversation. The slaves stayed ready to serve but were sometimes permitted to take a break and chat, and sometimes commanded to provide entertainment. All the dominants took pride in their submissives and relished an opportunity to show them off.

Mistress Cynthia was Mistress Claire's oldest friend, close in age and appearance to her. She had brought a young redheaded slave girl called Jessica, even younger than herself, Amelia thought. The little girl was dressed as a human fox, with a sports bra top with a white front and orange shoulders and back, pale orange-pink bikini panties, and dark brown velvet ankle boots on her feet. The rest of her body was bare, but greasepaint stripes ran up her slim legs and on her sides and stomach. Her face had been painted, orange around her eyes and on her nose, white on her chin and her dimpled cheeks. A circle of black on the tip of her cute little button nose completed the look. She even had fake fuzzy ears on her head, and a big, fluffy brush tail hanging down the back of her legs. Mistress Cynthia made her prance, walk on all fours, sit up and bark, to the amusement of all around. She also proudly explained that Jessica's new tail had a much bigger plug than the old one and the girl shifted uncomfortably. Amelia wondered how that would feel.

She asked Breeana later when they had a spare moment. "Bree, what's it like wearing a butt plug? Does it hurt?"

"It does at first, but then it's just this heavy fullness up there. It's a bit like being sealed, except usually the plug is made big enough that you still notice it. We can put one in you now if you'd like." Breeana smirked and winked at suddenly-fearful girl.

Mistress Morgan, a plump, kindly older lady with salt and pepper hair, had brought two slaves, Trevor and Tina, 13 year old boy and girl twins. They sat at their Mistress' feet, both dressed as schoolchildren with white button shirts, identical ties, a short plaid skirt for Tina and a pair of dark, tight shorts for Trevor. Amelia knew that boys could be sealed as well, but she was still very surprised to see Trevor's penis protruding from his shorts, enclosed in a curved cage of clear plastic. He'd been pierced at the base and just below the head of his cock and the cage was locked around his shaft and his balls.

"I was only going to add one slave originally, but they came as a matched pair so, of course, I simply had to have them both. Show your love, children." The brother and sister immediately turned to one another and began to kiss and fondle each other, their hands stroking up and down their twin's bodies, caressing bare legs and squeezing breasts and buttocks. It was a powerfully erotic sight.

Mistress Morgan clapped her hands. "Enough! Twins, show us your new sealings."

Both twins knelt up and spread their knees. Trevor was already on display and plainly was being denied and erection as his penis pressed against the bars of its prison. Tina lifted up her schoolgirl skirt to reveal she wore no panties. She was sealed with clear plastic like Trevor, but hers was a single piece that bulged over her clitoral hood, pressing firmly against her flesh. From there it extended downward, completely covering her pussy before curving to plug the entrance to her hole. Her pussy lips had been hooked onto inward-curving prongs. A long U-shaped plastic rod ran through the two rows of prongs and snapped into place under the bulbous top piece. It looked so sleek and elegant against the girl's pale flesh, and it was thrilling to actually see her trapped clit through the clear plastic. Amelia thought she still liked hers better - it had been Mistress' choice for her, after all.

"From Italy. They were expensive, but the design's so striking I decided it was worth it especially since they had male and female versions. I was worried the plastic would scratch or snap, but they've been wearing them for over a month without a problem. Maybe next month I'll take them off for a few hours and you two can love each other the way you like best."

"Yes Mistress." "We'd really like that Mistress." They looked up at her with wide, hopeful eyes as they answered.

"Of course, only if you're very, very good about loving me the way I like. I have a lot of training in mind for you." She returned their gaze with a predatory, knowing grin. The twins looked nervously at each other.

As Amelia looked across the patio she saw the door open and her Mistress emerged. She was wearing supple black leather pants, tight as a second skin, almost liquid in the torchlight. She wore them low on her hips with a studded belt, not that there was any chance they would fall down. Already a tall woman, she wore a pair of shiny black high heels, making her presence even more commanding. A black corset of leather and embroidered panels thrust up her breasts, giving her wonderful cleavage and accentuating her athletic figure. Mistress had put her hair in a high ponytail, letting it fall around her shoulders. Normally she wore only subtle makeup, but tonight she had chosen a striking look, emphasising her cheekbones and eyes. An open torc of twisted silver graced her neck, with matching earrings to complete the look. She was every inch the dominant and Amelia's heart melted at the sight of the woman she loved and served.

Mistress stepped forward and Ruby appeared behind her, a leash from her collar running to her Mistress' left hand. As with Amelia and Breeana, Ruby was dressed as a maid, with a short, sexy apron dress. However, hers had one feature that Amelia's did not. Two chest cutouts bared Ruby's small breasts, showing their shiny nipple rings. A bell hung from each ring and a chain connected them. She had leather cuffs locked on each wrist and ankle, and the ankle cuffs had a chain between them, forcing her to make small, delicate steps. She was a study in submission, in contrast to Mistress' power.

The idle chatter died as the guests watched their hostess. "Welcome, friends. I'm glad to see all of you here. Please eat, drink and enjoy yourselves. My girls will serve and tend to your needs."

She toured the patio, greeting each Mistress and Master, making small talk, complimenting their submissives and introducing her own to those who didn't already know them. Amelia received a lot of praise, which Mistress acknowledged gracefully and which made Amelia blush when she was within earshot.

Amelia, Breeana and Ruby were all kept busy as they fetched plates, refilled glasses and all the rest. At one point Amelia stopped by Mistress Cynthia and saw her feeding fox-Jessica by hand. The girl knelt up, licking her Mistress' fingers, yelping happily at each bite, clucking when her Mistress told her, "Good girl", whining when no more food was offered. She seemed very happy to be pretending to be an animal.

Mistress was talking with Master Gordon when she called Amelia over. "Gordon, I don't think you've had a chance to see my little Amelia yet. She's very new to being claimed, but quick to learn and very eager."

Master Gordon was an older fellow with iron grey hair and a lined, almost craggy face. Despite his age he had a lithe physique and Amelia thought he looked a little like an old soldier. He smiled frequently and spoke lightly in a measured tone, carefully choosing his words.

"She's quite charming. I'm sure she'll do well in your capable hands. Your older two are testament to that. She looks tractable. I imagine you're very happy doing your Mistress' bidding, girl." The last comment made Amelia blush as she nodded, too shy to answer directly.

"Amanda looks happy doing your bidding too, Gordon. You've worked your usual magic with her." Mistress cast an appraising-then-approving glance down at the tough-looking slave girl curled up at Master Gordon's feet.

Amanda had the dark, curly hair and olive skin of a Latina, with broad thighs, wide hips and ripe breasts to match. Her face looked young in comparison, with round cheeks, a small nose and huge, wanting dark eyes. Her dark, curly hair was cropped boyishly short in contrast to her feminine figure. But it was the elaborate tattoos that stood out the most.

Nude, chained figures wrapped around her biceps and shoulders. "Master's Cunt" was written in script above her pubis. One inner thigh was adorned with a young girl bound to a stake, whip marks on her back and her tear-stained tiny face looking over her shoulder. The other thigh showed a schoolgirl bent over with her bottom bared for punishment. All were beautifully drawn and coloured and Amelia wondered what it would be like to be marked like that even though the idea terrified her.

Once the guests were taken care of, Mistress called Amelia to kneel at her feet and held court from a comfortable sofa, chatting with the guests as they came by. Once the party had begun to wind down and her guests had eaten their fill, Mistress rose to her feet and clapped her hands once, twice, three times.

"May I have everyone's attention, please! I trust you're all having an enjoyable evening so far. I invited you to spend this time with me for a specific purpose; to introduce you to Amelia, my newest claimed submissive, and to share with you as I introduce her to some new ways to submit." She offered her hand to the still-kneeling Amelia, who kissed it and rose to stand beside her.

"Amelia, Do you like the panties I put on you tonight?"

"Yes Mistress, they're so pretty."

"Be a good girl and take them off so our guests can see them. Offer them to me."

"But, but… yes Mistress." Amelia almost couldn't believe what she'd been told to do, and she blushed bright pink, but she reached under her dress and wiggled them them down, only to find them stuck under the straps of her garter. "Mistress, I can't get them down like this!"

"Of course you can't like that, you have to unfasten your stockings first. Make sure to clip them back on afterwards." Amelia felt a pang of shame as Mistress rolled her eyes, but then she saw her kindly smile and realised this was all part of the plan.

As the girl wiggled and fumbled with the unfamiliar fastening she was providing the guests with a lovely show, an innocent looking child dressed as a wanton sexpot, undressing in full view. With the straps free, she slid the skimpy panties down her legs and stepped out of them. It was easier to reattach the garter straps now she knew how they worked, but just as fun to watch. Finally she went to her knees and held out her palms, offering the skimpy undergarment to Mistress as if on a tray.

"You're a very good girl. It was very sexy watching you take them off." Mistress patted Amelia on the head and caressed her still-blushing cheek before taking the proffered underwear and holding it up for all to see.

"Now Amelia, why did I choose underwear like this for you? Do you know?"

Amelia was hesitant. "Because it's naughty. And, because it has that hole in the front?"

"Both correct. For those of you unaware, I sealed Amelia nearly two weeks ago. She's taken to it very well and she looks so wonderful locked behind steel, and I want to share that sight with you. Amelia girl, stand up."

Amelia was so shocked by Mistress' words that she almost didn't remember to kiss her hand. She looked a little wobbly as she stood by Mistress' side.

"Feet apart. Now, I want you to lift up the front of your dress and show everyone what I've done to keep you sealed shut."

"Mistress? I… But…" Amelia's voice held a clear note of panic.

Mistress squeezed her shoulder in a comforting gesture, and began to stroke her cheek. Looking into Amelia's moistening eyes, she spoke kindly. "You look so nice with it on you that it's simply unfair to deprive others of the sight."

Her eyes darting, Amelia saw Ruby and Breeana both beaming at her, Bree also giving her a thumbs up. She took a deep breath. I need to trust Mistress, she thought, and with that she took the hem of her dress and lifted the skirt, baring her crotch and letting everyone see the rods, plates and balls that kept her pussy from being touched or used in any way. The metal glittered in the flicking torchlight and the guests cooed and softly applauded. "Just what a young girl needs," said Mistress Deborah.

Amelia would swear later that hours had passed while she stood there, the center of attention, but in reality after about fifteen seconds Mistress snapped her fingers. "Ruby, Breeana. Down." She pointed to the deck in front of her. Both girls scurried over and knelt at her feet, turned to face the audience.

"First Breeana, then Ruby, now this fresh young girl, only twelve years old and only starting to become a woman, but already so eager to submit. Ladies - and Gentleman - I proudly present my latest claim and latest love, Amelia!"

The guests applauded again, louder this time, as Mistress beamed with pride and all three girls smiled with her. Amelia felt wetness on her cheeks and her mouth quivered as she cried with happiness.

Mistress turned to her and swept her into her arms, brushing away her tears and soothing her, Amelia still holding up her skirt without even realising. Mistress held her tight as she sobbed and gasped, stroking her hair and speaking slowly and softly.

"Good girl. Good girl! You showed your faith in me and you learned how good it feels to be submissive, didn't you? That's it, let it flow and let me hold you. I'm so proud of you. Now I'm going to lay you down over there, all you have to do is lay on your back."

Mistress snapped her fingers again and Ruby and Breeana quickly moved to pull a low table into view, thickly padded and draped with a deep red soft blanket. The two slaves stood beside it as Mistress maneuvered Amelia to it and laid her on her back, her bottom at its end and legs hanging over.

"Lift up her legs." Each slave girl took an ankle and lifted Amelia's legs into the air, spreading them apart. Mistress took Amelia by the wrists and moved her arms to sprawl by her head. Amelia was still dazed and barely noticed what was happening to her.

Amelia's sealed pussy was on display for all to see again, thanks to her position and the inadequacies of her maid outfit. Mistress put a hand on the cool metal, prompting a low moan from Amelia.

"Amelia, your pussy belongs to me. I keep it sealed up and safe until I want to use it. I want to use my property so now you'll be unsealed, just until I'm done."

"Oh, Mistress. Please. For you… thank you. I want…" Amelia was in that floaty place where her emotions no longer ruled, but everything felt warm and soft and slightly distant. She knew she was loved, that her Mistress wanted to use her, that she was incredibly turned on and that she very much wanted to be used.

Ruby and Breeana watched as their Mistress deftly disassembled the sealing device piece by piece, enjoying the show. They'd had it done to them enough times, and seen it happen to each other, but Amelia's soft little girl pussy was so deliciously pink and innocent once freed from its prison. Mistress stepped back so her guests could see Amelia's young, eager pussy, flushed with lust and the swelling button of her clitoris as it peeked out from under its hood.

"Let her legs down for a minute. Ruby, bring me the harness and the red one. Breeana, check if she's wet."

Ruby stepped out of the torchlight for a second, returning with a black leather harness and a bright red rubber dildo. Mistress inspected the dildo carefully; it was firetruck red with a smooth, straight shaft and a slight bulb at the end. It wasn't big, maybe seven inches long and an inch thick. Tonight wasn't the night to test Amelia's ability.

As she did, she looked back to Amelia. Breeana had crouched at the end of the table and brought her face between the girl's thighs. She breathed deeply through her nose, drinking in the sweet mix of the scent spray, the juices of lust and the faint tang of sweat as they radiated from Amelia's bare, splayed pussy. Then she put her tongue to the girl's lower lips and gave one delicate lick along them, from bottom all the way to just below her desperate clit. Amelia let out a low, anguished, hungry sound and flexed her back as the sensation rippled over her.

Breeana stood up. "She's very ready Mistress. Almost dripping wet. She tastes so sweet! Thank you for letting me check for you."

"Good! You obviously enjoyed finding out." Breeana had a huge, silly grin on her face, and she nodded eagerly.

Ruby helped her Mistress buckle the harness in place and the fake cock hung proudly, pointed like a weapon. Wearing a strap-on always brought a swagger to Mistress' step and she sauntered back to where Amelia lay, standing so the girl could turn her head and see what was in store for her. Her eyes widened and her Mistress could see the burning desire behind them.

"Watch, my pretty little nymphette. Ruby has a trick to help get my rubber cock ready for you."

Ruby knelt in front of her Mistress and took the dildo to her lips. Her tongue flickered quickly over its bulbous tip for a second, then she bent forward and the dildo disappeared between her lips as smoothly as a sword swallower. She's graceful at that too, thought Amelia through the flood of sexual feelings swimming in her brain. Ruby's lips had reached the ring of the harness, the whole dildo enveloped in her mouth and the top of her throat. She was completely motionless for four or five seconds, and then she pulled back, breathing deeply as she did. Now she bobbed her face back and forward, the dildo sliding in and out of her mouth. After a short time, Mistress took her slave by the hair and stopped her, working the saliva-glistened rubber cock from her mouth.

"That's enough for now, Ruby. I'll need your mouth again in a little while, but now I need Amelia's legs lifted up."

"Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." Ruby and Breeana took Amelia by the ankles and spread her thighs, making her totally available to their Mistress.

Mistress stood between the girls, gazing down at the sweet, slick, smooth virgin pussy below her, completely bared and available. She rested the red head of her cock at the entrance to Amelia's most special passage.

"Friends. Thank you again for coming to share this special evening. Three weeks ago I claimed this girl, Amelia, to be my sexual and service submissive. Tonight she is twelve years and three months old and I, Mistress Claire Colby Riverton, take her virginity!"

With that, she pushed her hips forward and penetrated the prostrate, pubescent girl, driving the dildo fully into her tight pussy, feeling the pressure as it gave way before her. Amelia shrieked as a massive spike of ecstasy shot through her body, almost painful in its intensity. She screamed again as she orgasmed, writhing as all her denied sexual energy burst out. The two slave girls had to hold her legs with both hands to keep them in place as their Mistress pumped the strap-on dildo in and out of Amelia's gushing sex, fast and strong and relentless.

Amelia's eyes had filled with tears again as her mind was torn with so many incredible thoughts, feelings and sensations. So good! Too much! Amazing! It hurts! I want it I want it I wantit IwantitIwantitIwantitIwantitIwantitIwantit! Someone was wailing and begging over and over, and suddenly she realised it was her own voice.

"Oh! Oh! Yes please yes please yes Mistress yes Mistress thank you Mistress thankyouthankyou Mistress! Mistress! My Mistress yes yes yes yes oh god oh god Mistress!"

Mistress curled her lip and snarled. "That's the way, you little bitch! Cum on my cock you young slut, cum all over it like the twelve year old fuck toy that you are. Don't you dare stop cumming until I'm done with you, you're my property and I'm taking what's mine and you're loving every second of it you grade school girl-whore!"

Still pistoning like a machine, Mistress looked Amelia in the eye and Amelia looked back, both blazing with lust, Mistress' fierce and predatory and implacable, Amelia's wild and raw and uncontrollable. Their gaze stayed locked as Amelia came yet again, so many orgasms that neither could keep count, her pussy gushing so much that her Mistress' leather pants were dark and wet from belt to mid thigh.

Finally she slowed her pace to let Amelia catch her breath and get back a little awareness. She did not stop, but once the girl's eyes were no longer glassy, she bent down, her elbows on the table, her wrists on Amelia's forearms and her lips less than six inches from the girl's sweat and tear soaked face. She began to question the her and Amelia answered, exhausted but lucid.

"Is this what you wanted?" "Yes Mistress, it's what I've always wanted to have."

"Are you my submissive? My good girl?" "Yes I am Mistress, I love you and trust you and I always want to be good."

"Are you having fun?" "So much fun, more fun than I've had, Mistress!"

Mistress put her lips to Amelia's, finding the girl's mouth as sweet as a peach and pulsing with heat. She kept Amelia pinned down as kissed her forcefully, savouring the incredible softness of her shy tongue. Then, once satisfied, she pushed herself back to her feet, not missing a stroke.

"Good. You'll remember this day for the rest of your life. You'll get wet every time you think about it. And when you're sealed back up there's nothing you'll be able to do about that." Mistress grinned wolfishly and Amelia moaned at the thought of that, quickly rising into a shriek as her Mistress picked up speed again, riding her hard and fast, pounding her hips against the girl, sending her back to overwhelming, dizzying pleasure as she orgasmed yet again.

Mistress continued to take her pleasure with Amelia for several more minutes, reveling in the sight of the girl as she tossed her head, moaning and babbling incoherently, her arms feebly waving and hands grasping at nothing. The girl was a sticky mess between her legs, smeared with creamy girl-cum. She had sweated so much that her maid outfit was soaked and stuck to her skin. Her legs were trembling and a river of sweat had run down them and onto the edge of the table. This was one of Mistress' favourite sights; a sweet young girl so thoroughly taken and used that she could stand no more, so deeply pleasured that she could no longer think straight, completely surrendered to her owner and dominant.

She stopped with the dildo still all the way inside Amelia's sloppy, swollen, blood-engorged pussy. Its former cute pinkness had been replaced with flushed, ruby red and she knew the flesh would be os sensitive that even the slightest touch would be almost painfully intense. She stood still between Amelia's spread legs, gathering her composure and breathing deep and slow. On nights like tonight it was especially good to be the Mistress.