Sordid Secrets

by Mistress Kaz

  Athena pulled me more tightly to her and I knew this was encouragement to carry on. I lapped at her pussy, tracing a line around her clit with my tongue and then sucked gently on her bud. Mistress was sighing with pleasure and I heard her emit the quietest moan of pleasure as she stroked my head. Then she took my head in her hands and looked deep into my eyes and said “Good slut. Let me feel that dirty little tongue of yours making my pussy tingle.”

  “Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress.” I said between licking at the slit between her lips.

  I tentatively reached my hands up to her breasts and stroked them as I tenderly lapped at my goddess’s temple. Her rounded breasts were wonderfully firm yet so soft. They were warm to the touch and I could feel the heat radiating from them. I slipped a finger into her corset and searched for a nipple. I soon found it, a stiff little bud which I played with as I tasted her sweet juices which tingled my taste buds.

  I could have been lapping away at a pot of honey. She was so sweet tasting. I felt enthused and lapped harder as Athena become more obviously aroused. She becoming creamier by the moment and I was desperate to make her come, to know that I could drive her over the brink of pleasure into the waiting chasm of ecstasy.

  She was writhing hard now and I could feel she was close. I lapped hard at her tight little bud with my tongue, eager to feel her glorious pink pussy throb around my mouth.

  Before I had that pleasure, she pushed my head away, pulled her panties straight and re-adjusted her skirts. She corrected her posture and sat up straight as stiff as a board and simply said “And that is how it is done slaves.”

  I was a little disappointed that Mistress had ended the fun so quickly and not allowed me the pleasure of making her orgasm with my mouth, but I presumed she was loathe to lose her composure in front of the group.

  “This glorious little slut has demonstrated rather well how to please a woman.” Athena said generously. Now one of you will get to do the same thing to her. You will be gentle, you will lick her as if you are cleaning egg shell with the tip of your tongue. So, who is it to be.”

  Almost every hand in the room shot up and I admit - it was quite an ego boost!

  I stared around the room wondering who might be chosen. There were a mix of races although I could not tell where they were from in the dim lit room and with their heads obscured by hoods. There were thin bodies, plump bodies and a couple of shapely ones. If I had my pick I would choose Mistress, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

  Mistress paced up and down talking in a sing song voice “Eeny Meeny Miny Mo, who would like to have a go. No doubt the answer’s one and all but I will choose… number 4!

  There was a low rumble and I’m sure I heard the words “Lucky bastard” whispered.

  “Rise number 4.” Mistress ordered coldly. “Don’t keep a lady waiting.

  Number 4 was on his toes and standing to attention, in both senses of the word. I studied his body, he was of average build with beautifully dark Mediterranean skin, although his origin was impossible to fathom. I imagined he was dark eyed with thick dark brows to match the line of hair that travelled down his tight stomach. He had a nice enough body, although I knew I would be thinking of Mistress when he touched me.

  Mistress spoke “Not so fast number 4.“ she turned to me and asked “Miss Amelia, do you approve of Mistresses choice?” It amused me slightly that she spoke of herself in the third person, but of course I did not let on. I wondered if this was a trick question and decided to give her a clever answer.

  “Mistress you always know best and always have my approval.” I replied.

  Maid had done well to train me in how to answer Mistresses questions. I felt a tug of gratitude towards him as I saw Mistress smile and was thankful I had pleased her with my response.

  “Number 4.” She began “come here”.

  Mistress reached for the purple tipped crop and with a flick of the wrist, she delivered a deft blow to his buttocks. The sound of leather colliding with flesh sounded through the room and the slave flinched.

  “Just so you don’t get any ideas or get above your station, you worthless little creature. Sink to your knees.” Athena snapped.

  Number 4 slowly sank to his knees and awaited instruction.

  “Crawl towards Miss Amelia and thank her for this great privilege she is allowing you.” Mistress ordered, stroking her crop a manner that was both intimidating and sexually charged.

  He crawled slowly towards me on all fours, then knelt up and looked me in the eyes. I could see dark brown eyes peering up at me. They were kind eyes, full of passion and humility.

  He spoke in soft accent that could have been Portuguese or Spanish or perhaps even Brazilian. “Miss Amelia I thank you for this privilege. I thank you also Mistress Athena and I hope to serve you both well to the best of my ability. If I fail, I will take my punishment as deserved.”

  Mistress seemed to approve of this heartfelt speech and simply said “Begin.”

  Number 4 seemed a little nervous and Mistress beckoned me to sit back on the desk and part my legs. At first I couldn’t watch, I just leaned back and waited for it to start. I felt awkward about to have a sex act performed upon me in front of a group of strangers and realised that my body was trembling. In a way, it was much easier pleasing Mistress and playing up to my inner sub than it was to lie there feeling vulnerable and exposed. I was all too aware of the eerie silence of the room and the eager slaves waiting to view this spectacle of the flesh.

  Part of me wanted to fight it and then he was stroking my thighs gently and began to massage his fingers around the muscle in my thigh. He took his time paying attention to my legs and this helped me to relax a little. The glow of the room helped to. I could almost be at a health spa having a treatment if I closed my eyes.

  His hands were warm and I started to enjoy feeling his fingers gently kneading at me. Mistress did not hurry him and let him take his time. His fingers rose a little higher and as the tips tickled the edges of my pussy and edged away again I realised I wanted him to touch me there.

  Slave was quite adept in the art of tease. His fingers would dance upwards and back down again. I was becoming more aroused, I wanted to feel his fingers higher up, touching me, pleasing me. I parted my legs further as an invitation and seemed to wait forever for him to take the hint. Then I felt his index finger climbing upwards, tracing the triangle of my girl parts and I quivered as he stroked me.

  I imagined it was Athena’s fingers dancing all over my body and my heart skipped a beat. Slave’s fingers were edging closer and closer and soon I felt a finger stroke across the centre of my mound and run down between my lips causing me to bite my lips.

  “Good boy” Athena encouraged.

  Spurred on by these words of encouragement, Number 4’s fingers began to spread my lips. He dipped into the pool of wetness with a long finger, then slid his pinky upwards to my swollen bud and started to softly tap his finger against it causing a rush of pleasure to flood my being.

  A rush of arousal charged through me and I felt flushed and hot. Whilst it was a little embarrassing to be having this done to me in front of so many people, it turned me on far more than I ever could have imagined. I felt myself submitting to the pleasure and was soon grinding my hips so that my pussy rubbed harder against his fingers.

  I felt something wet and firm connect with my pussy and realised that he was using his tongue to flicker back and forth, paying attention to the lips but mostly to that erect bud that was throbbing and tingling with pleasure.

  “Make her come for me Slave…if you can.” Mocked Athena.

  Slave needed little persuasion. He lapped at me in a teasing manner pulling away every so often. It was teasing and as he pulled away, I craved the feeling of his tongue on me again. It made me want it so badly. I just let myself go and gave in to the feelings. I wanted to feel him, I wanted to lose control and slip away into a place of hedonism where pleasure dominates all.

  The more he teased
me, the more I found myself losing my inhibitions. I held the latex fabric that clung to my breasts and pulled it down allowing my nipples to escape. Slave reached up with one hand and started to caress my nipples, rolling them between two fingers.

  I felt so slutty in my tiny costume, being pleasured by a stranger and exposing my nipples for everyone. This thought nearly pushed me over the edge. I was on the brink of ecstasy. I parted my legs wider wanting to give everyone a better view and reached my hands down to spread my lips. I wanted them to see what a bad girl I was. How wet I was and how slutty I could be.

  I could hear heavy breathing and a few gasps of surprise. In that moment, I wondered what it would be like to let every guy in the room penetrate me over and over. Mistress would have them form an orderly queue and wait their turn to slide their hard, throbbing erections inside me. They would pump me slowly at first and I would be grind back against them, rubbing my stiffening nipples. Then they would start to fuck me harder, their cocks engorged and raging with the urge to explode hard inside me. Perhaps they would put a hand over my mouth and call me a dirty whore whilst piercing my eyes with an intense and furious stare.

  I fantasised that things would get out of hand. It was an exciting thought that they would defy Mistress, pin me down roughly and fuck me brutally, and relentlessly, pulling my hair and slapping me as their hard cocks burrowed deep inside me. They would scream ‘slut!’ whilst pounding me and tell me that a filthy bitch like me should get as much cum as they could deliver. Then they would cum hard inside me filling me with their semen and I would be their little toy, used for their pleasure.

  These fantasies were driving me wild and I soon imagined that there were 20 men in the room waiting to use me. Perhaps I would be tied up and unable to escape and all 20 would use me as a sex object. They would take it in turns to pump my holes furiously and fill them with their man milk. Each would want to come inside me 2 or 3 times and by the time they were done I’d be a complete mess, covered in their seed, wet, creamy and smiling.

  These insanely filthy thoughts turned me on to such an extent, I grabbed hold of slave’s head and pushed him harder against me. I bucked my pussy against his face and he moaned in response. I was using him, but thinking about being used myself and it was so wildly erotic. I wanted everyone to know what a dirty slut I was. I should be used. I should let them all take me and do whatever they desired. I’d even let them ejaculate all over my face and in my hair. I longed to be degraded.

  Perhaps this would be my new life. I would spend my days in the dungeon being used to please strange men who would empty their seed into me, call me demeaning names and laughing at me. They would tell me that I was only any good as a vessel for their cum. I would be blindfolded and would not even know who was using me.

  I could feel orgasm approaching and my body tensed. Flickers of pleasure were peaking and flowing. Spikes of utter bliss spread out through my pussy and reached a crescendo of euphoria in the bud of my clitoris. I felt the heat rise throughout my body and a beautiful wave of pleasure spread out through my entire body, I started to come hard. I cried out and pushed slaves face down hard into my pussy, wrapped my thighs around him and held him there until my orgasm started to ebb away.

  The minute the orgasm stopped, I knew I would not do any of those things and felt ashamed. Slave was still trying to lick me and I pushed his face away in disgust. I felt horribly vulnerable now and it wasn’t pleasant in any way. I wanted to be alone and go somewhere quiet.

  Why had I come here? This was such wrong. Pangs of guilt struck me hard and waves of nausea enveloped me. I had to get out of this room.

  “Very good number 4.” Said Athena. “I chose well it seems. I hope you were all paying attention and picking up pointers. Now I have another activity in mind.”

  I pushed myself up and firmly shut my legs, tugging at my latex dress ineffectually. I peered up through my eyelashes and scanned the room. I felt cheap and dirty. I wondered if that was normal. I could see some of the Slave’s had erections and I cringed inwardly, knowing that I had helped cause that. The thought and sight of their hard penises sickened me now and in a wild panic I had the urge to run.

  “Mistress may I be excused for ten minutes to refresh?” I practically begged Athena.

  “Why yes of course, go get clean, get a drink. No hurry. You get to play domme for a bit when you get back.” She said with a wink.

  Her amicableness surprised me as much as her words. What did she mean by domme? I wasn’t dominant by nature.. but then after what just happened, I realised that I would rather be in control for a little bit than feel vulnerable and I nodded hastily in agreement. Mistress must have noticed my distress. Was there anything about her that wasn’t perfect. If there was I knew I would struggle to find it. I motioned over to Maid who followed me and showed me into the adjoining room where I could refresh myself and get a much-needed coffee.

  “You ok pet?” Maid asked softly.

  I felt a little teary eyed and my voice was quavering as I spoke.

  “I, I…enjoyed myself and now I feel dirty. I feel ashamed of myself.” I stuttered in broken words.

  Maid patted me on the shoulder and whispered in a soothing voice “You just have sub drop poppet.”

  “Sub drop what’s that?” I asked confused.

  “Well, during an intense play session every sensation in your mind and body is ramped up and working in overdrive. Your body releases a ridiculous amount of chemicals such as serotonin, dopamine and epinephrine. Your body is then drained of all it’s vital chemicals and you feel depleted. You just need to rest, eat well and keeping smiling.”

  I stared at Maid with wide eyes and suddenly everything made sense. There was a great deal of wisdom behind his slightly ditzy façade. Maid had a way of reassuring you and I trusted what he said. Perhaps I would feel better later.

  “Sub drop.” I said aloud.

  “Sub drop” he agreed “Now let’s get you that coffee.

  Hugh

  I was quite thankful of the delicious distraction from the buxom brunette and the slave. It had allowed me to partially forget my embarrassment from earlier. Now I was feeling quite aroused and the thought of engaging in further play excited me. My nipples were still red and sore from the vicious clamps, yet I dare not rub at them for fear of losing face.

  When the brunette had made her exit with Maid in tow, Mistress had rung the bell. The bell indicated break time, as if we were children who needed to be alerted to the start and end of break time. I quite liked it. It reminded me of a time when life was simple and there were no serious decisions to be made.

  I suppose that’s why being here appealed to me so much. All the decision making was wrested away from me and I must do as I was told. There was a blissful simplicity in that.

  Athena selected two volunteers who handed out cups of water and little cakes to the group. I chose a macaroon and a serving of fruit. The coconut sprinkles were sweet and delicious and the chilled water felt glorious on my parched throat. Mistress might be an iron lady but we were certainly well catered for.

  We were permitted to communicate with one another during break and meal times and the slave sat across from me leaned over and asked What are you in for?”

  He spoke with humour in his tone and I laughed aloud, my tension levels ebbing away.

  “Crimes of passion.” I replied swiftly.

  “Women will always get you into trouble” he joked “That’s why I just have one Mistress to keep me inline! How about yourself?”

  The stranger wore a number 3 on his hood and I could just make out his eyes behind the hood. He had a soft lilting Irish accent and seemed friendly enough, but I was loathe to reveal too much of myself. I felt vulnerable already in my bizarre attire. I paused uncomfortably unsure whether to bring up the topic of my wife. I decided against it.

  “Yes, I would say I definitely have to be kept inline. I daren’t step over it whilst she rules with an iron fist” I joked.

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bsp; “Did you hear about number 7?” the Irish chap asked me/

  “No” I said baffled “What happened.”

  “Rumour has it that he called Athena ‘darlin’ instead of Mistress. Old chubster over there claims he heard groaning coming from the strangler in the night!” he pointed at a portly fellow who was rather rotund and wearing a pink tutu. Given his bulky frame, the tutu sat below his protruding stomach. Thankfully his crown jewels were covered with a gigantic pair of panties. I think if Mistress were to remove those my eyes may just bleed.

  “Rather him than us” I said thankful to not have invoked that level of wrath from Mistress.

  I made a mental note not to upset Mistress further than I already had done. Then I wondered to myself if it were possible that Mistress planted these seeds herself to keep us fearful and obedient. If so it was a clever and effective strategy. I wondered if Number 3 was a mole, or if my imagination was just going into over drive.

  The bell rang and we rose, threw our paper cups and plates into a bin and returned to our positions.

  “I’m Aden by the way” said the hooded slave under his breath

  I was a little unsure about his forwardness and was not sure I could trust him.

  “Pleased to meet you Aden.” I said I’m Hu…errrr Hugo.”

  Damn! Why didn’t I give him a completely different name instead of adapting my own? Oh well it was different enough I reasoned to myself, yet still I felt a little uneasy.

  “Silence!’ Mistress commanded with an icy stare. Her eyes skirted around the room and connected with each of ours. I felt as if her stare could burn holes into my skull and set me alight.

  A door to the right opened and the brunette appeared with Maid. She must have changed her costume in the meantime. She wore a scarlet coloured skin-tight PVC catsuit. It zipped up at the back and the waist was panelled to show off her slim figure. She did indeed look more dominant in this and just as decadent as before. The fabric stretched over her breasts and shone like beautiful beacons calling out to a sinking ship. Whilst my nerves were still running high, something as simplistic as a beautiful pair of breasts could always distract me from them.