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From: Patricia Marsh <pmarsh@toclo.com>
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Subject: St: Mistress Marsh takes Her sissy slut to a fetish party (part 1)
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Keywords: m/FM; Femdom; TV; S/M; humiliation; exhibitionism; strap-on dildo; body worship
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Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2007 04:16:27 +0000
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Mistress Patricia Marsh, Headmistress of the Patricia Marsh House of
Domination in Toronto Canada (http://www.patriciamarsh.com/) has
permitted me to post this true story of my public servitude, taken from
my slave journal. i have served Her happily for 12 years as Her maid,
secretary, and whipping boy, faithfully and obediently accepting Her
total control of my sexuality. For the past six years She has denied me
permission to touch Her penis, pierced with an ampallang and PA as a
reminder of Her ownership, and has required that i seek sexual relief
solely by penetrating myself anally until the ejaculate dribbles from
the unused organ. Even permission for this release is granted no more
than once a week, sometimes only every couple months, and only if
Mistress is satisfied with my performance.
The Fetish Party Part I (m/FM; Femdom; TV; S/M; humiliation;
exhibitionism; strap-on dildo; body worship)
On this particular hot and muggy evening when these events take
place, Mistress Marsh is already in attendance at Her friend
Christine's garden soirée when i arrive at the studio. i hvae been
instructed to dress as trashy slutty sweet Gwendoline and await
Mistress' phone call, summoning me to join Her. i do my domestic
chores while still naked to keep cool and then enter the flamboyant
pink cross-dressig room to prepare myself for my Mistress. Her
Ladyship insists upon my being cleaned, plugged shaved, collared, with
my cock and balls adorned, and properly attired in fetish clothes at
all times when in Her service. i had already applied foundation and
translucent powder at home, so i put on some nice bright red lipstick,
apply the eyeliner, put on grey eyeshadow with blue accents and attach
some long false eyelashes, applying a lot of mascara to the lashes, and
colour my cheeks with blush. i take some special bandage-tape and put
my testicles up in my abdomen and tape them up inside my body, then
tape my cock down underneath my body and spread tape over my entire
genital area, giving the appearance of a pussy and hiding away my cock
and balls. i put a moderate-sized butt-plug (about two and a quarter
inches in diameter at its largest point) in my ass and slip on a tiny
lacy g-string, black stay up sheer stockings, a black lace bra and
breast forms and then my narrow studded slave collar. i intend to wait
to the last moment before putting on my dress in this hot humid
weather, nor do i want to tire out my feet with the stilettos, so i
will be fresh for the my Mistress.
At 11:45, expecting Mistress Patricia to send for me by midnight, i
finish dressing, looking in the mirror at my make-up, sitting down on
the stool and buckling up my feet into the high-heeled patent leather
pumps, putting on the tight short spandex minidress, and wig and
sitting down by the air conditioner, waiting to be summoned. i
practice sitting down gracefully in this short dress without revealing
too much, and look in the mirror opposite at myself sitting in various
positions. i am actually impressed by my appearance in the mirror,
amazed by the effect of the wig and make-up, occasionally shaking my
hair or looking at myself from different angles. i find ways to relax
my feet while still sitting in these shoes.
Eventually, the phone rings and i hear the voice of Little T,
Mistress' faithful slave chauffeur, telling me that he is coming to
pick me up. i hear the doorbell ring and the door open as i make my
way precariously down the stairs. At first Little T does not seem to
recognize me, his face registering surprise and a moment of puzzlement
as though thinking for a split second that a woman is also in the
studio as well as myself, before smiling broadly and conspiratorially
in recognition as i speak, saying how he wouldn't have recognized me.
i am pleased at being able to disguise myself so well and at being at
once an attractive man and a rather striking woman. As i walk to the
car, teetering slightly on the towering stilettos clicking against the
hard concrete, a rickshaw of sorts with a couple in it pass by and i
vaguely hear whispering as they pass. i wonder at the sort of contrast
we must present, Little T standing nearly a foot beneath my normal
height, now boosted by four inch heels or more, Little T dressed
casually, myself heavily made up with a slave collar around my neck,
patent leather stilettos bound around my ankles with buckles, and a
tight black minidress which barely covers my buttocks, even as i
continually pull it down.
We arrive at Christine's and am let out by Little T, who has to
depart, and walk deliberately through the house, past all of the guests
in various fetish outfits, including the hostess, attractive in tight
rubber pants and top with a thick dildo sticking out from Her crotch,
and make my way to the garden to greet Mistress, who is sitting at a
table in the back with Master R, His submissive, and another woman.
Mistress smiles broadly at my appearance and at my willingness to leave
the studio and the confines of a club dressed as a woman. As usual
Mistress looks stunning in a tight black patent leather dress which
fits Her curvaceous form as though She were poured into it, and black
patent leather combat boots. i am then ordered to strut around the
table so Mistress' friends may have a better look at me and to model my
look. The stiletto heels of my shoes penetrate deep into the lawn with
each step despite my attempts to keep my weight forward. i pose for
Mistress' friends, turning and standing in a graceful attitude. The
woman to Mistress' right smiles and compliments me warmly on my
appearance, causing Mistress to frown, explaining that i am terribly
vain and getting a swelled head and that She ought not encourage me.
The woman points out by way of compensation that my lipstick does not
suit me. i am ordered to stand with my legs spread like the dirty
little slut i am as Mistress examines me slowly and deliberately
underneath my short dress and wickedly invites Her friend to see how i
am taped so that it appears i have a pussy.
The gathering is winding down and it is time to go on to the fetish
night at a local club. We say our goodbyes and i accompany Mistress,
R, and His slavegirl to the front, saying goodbye to our host, and go
out to the street where i help Mistress unlock Her bicycle to ride to
the fetish club. I don't know many Mistresses who would ride a bike at
midnight in skin tight fetish gear and platform shoes. I imagine that
most drivers couldn't believe their eyes. i take a taxi with R and His
slavegirl, laboriously walking in my high heels to the main street
about half a block away. When we arrive at "Boots", i wait for
Mistress at the door, helping Her lock up Her bike when She rides up
several minutes later. Her dark eyes flashing, "I nearly causd two
accidents, She says mischievously." We then go in, where we
immediately see Mistress' friend and former maid Betty in a schoolgirl
tunic having a drink at a counter and say hello.
Mistress sends me for a club soda. While crossing the dance-floor,
a man dressed in black latex approaches me, asking me if i am bisexual.
i reply that i belong to Mistress Patricia and that i only perform
sexual acts on Mistress' instruction and that if he is interested in me
he must speak to my Mistress. The man recognizes Mistress' name and
asks excitedly if Mistress is in fact the Mistress Patricia Marsh, and
i confirm that She is. i excuse myself and go to the bar, ordering a
club soda for Mistress, and return, handing Mistress the drink.
Mistress orders me to sit while She talks animatedly with an
attractive dominant woman in skin tight rubber with short blonde hair.
Mistress dances for several minutes with Her friends R and His
slavegirl, all three embracing and linking arms as they dance. A very
smooth and well-toned young man with long black hair named K, an old
friend of Mistress, comes up and Mistress speaks to him for several
minutes. With the loud music i am unable to hear anything of their
lively conversation, but seem to notice that i am being pointed out in
the course of the discussion and am then introduced, as K graciously
compliments my appearance and is encouraged by Mistress, confident of
my obedience and good behaviour, to examine me more closely.
Mistress takes me firmly by my leash and collar and pulls me behind
Her as She visits with a large number of friends and acquaintances
throughout the large crowd. Mistress eventually sits down in a tall
bar-stool by one of the counters and orders me to get down on my knees.
With a brief gesture of Mistress' hand i am ordered to get down and
lick Mistress' pussy through the black leather g-string with steel
grommets. It is so humiliating to kneel on the floor in the middle of
a crowded nightclub, dressed in a tiny black minidress riding up to
expose much of my bare ass-cheeks framed only by the tiny black floss
of my g-string holding the butt-plug in my ass and the tops of my sheer
black stay-up stockings, as i openly lick Mistress' pussy. my tongue
darts out between my ruby red painted lips and presses firmly against
the leather and steel armour covering Mistress' fragrant pulsating sex.
I look up tentatively from under my demurely cast down face at
Mistress, batting my oh so long, mascara-covered. trampy false
eye-lashes, and am immediately slapped firmly across the face in full
view of any interested on-looker, making my face blush fierce red,
visible even through the make-up and rouge. i look down discreetly
once again, hiding my face in Mistress' crotch and licking diligently
at Mistress' lovely moist cunt through the leather. Mistress takes Her
hand and slaps my face again without warning, surprising me momentarily
as i worry that i have done something else wrong, until i realize that
Mistress is slapping my pretty slave face simply because She enjoys it
and not because i have done anything wrong, arousing me despite my
intense humiliation at being so used in public. I avert my eyes again,
hiding my face in Mistress' crotch and licking diligently at Mistress'
lovely moist cunt through the leather. Mistress continues to make loud
critical and degrading comments to anyone who will listen and i feel
ashamed of my inadequacy, until i finally get it through my silly head
that Mistress is humiliating me simply because it arouses Her.
Mistress commands and encourages my fervent service and presses Her
body against my eager face. She lies back luxuriously and silently
indicates to me that i may lick further up Her tight black second skin
moulded to Mistress' voluptuous and sensuous curves, worshipfully
tonguing Mistress' belly and up to Her breasts through the firm
material. i moan gently with arousal and lick and kiss with shameless
sensual abandon, oblivious to the crowd of people in the bar and the
man, dressed as a woman and sitting at a chair directly opposite the
one in which Mistress is sitting, who has been looking over Mistress'
shoulder at my face as i licked and worshipped Mistress' pussy.
Mistress Patricia grabs my hair and pulls me back, making me kneel
up, and gets up off Her chair, pressing my arms and face back onto the
seat of the chair and, with my exposed derriere pushed up in the air,
orders me to remain in exactly this position until She returns. i stay
here frozen with my face resting on my hands, unable to see anything
but the feet of someone walking by. i wait for perhaps twenty minutes,
attempting to keep my back and legs from tightening up too much in this
uncomfortable position. Mistress returns and takes me firmly by the
leash to another part of the club, ordering me sternly to get back down
on my hands and knees when i attempt to stand up. i am left to kneel
in a passage as Mistress watches transfixed as a young and attractive
black-haired woman dominating three other men, straddling the body of
one man down on his hands and knees busily licking Her boots, while She
is attending to the buttocks of two other slaves bending over at the
waist and presenting their asses. Mistress uses my back as a
footstool, when we are joined by Her friend K and Mistress points out
his new boots to me, a pair of heavy black Doc Martens, and commands me
to get my face down on the floor and polish them with my tongue. K
seems uncertain at first, wondering whether Mistress' slave would be
comfortable licking the boots of a stranger, and a man at that, in the
middle of a crowded nightclub. Mistress persistently encourages him to
feel completely free to use my body in whatever way strikes his fancy,
assuring him that i will obediently follow Her instructions and submit
to him if She so orders. Mistress Patricia has confided in me on
several occasions that She takes great delight in exhibiting and
sharing Her well-trained property with Her dear friends.
i diligently lick his boots from sole to laces, my ass high in the
air and legs well apart, my face and chest pressed close to the floor,
as Mistress asks whether i am doing a decent job, threatening to punish
me if i perform inadequately. K is complimentary, however, about the
strength of my tongue and is encouraged by Mistress to take a good look
at my face and enjoy the show as i grovel at his feet and lick his
boots.
Mistress then hauls up my dress, exposing my slutty sub buttocks and
my lower back, and pointing out the butt-plug lodged in my asshole,
describing excitedly the size of my butt-plug and pressing it firmly
into my ass. K is rather ebullient and eager, but somewhat taken aback
by the liberties he is being allowed and must be continually encouraged
by Mistress to take advantage of Her slave and reassured that he may do
as he likes. Mistress presses him to run his hands all over my ass,
playing with the butt-plug and feeling how i've taped down my cock and
caressing my buttocks and back. Mistress spanks my ass hard and
encourages K to do the same, moving around in front of me so i can now
lick Her boots as he spanks my ass and feels it up thoroughly as i
spread my legs and arch my back to offer full access, wiggling my ass
lasciviously in response to the warm smacks. Mistress splashes water
from Her drink on my steamy flesh as K continues with his manipulation
of my shaved ass cheeks which gyrate and hump in response to the
spanking.
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