1. WITCH


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I let the sperm and semen rest for a time on my tongue in order to savor it's taste and give the ladies a further visual treat. Refusing to continue to share me with the entire group, Mistress Margaret gave one tug on the string tied to my dick which I could not ignore. She seemed jealous that she had not taken me to this level of embarrassment first. &#034Take off the rest of your things, except the high heels&#034 she ordered. &#034Huh?&#034 I wasn't sure of her intent. &#034You heard me. Get naked right now! I want to show off the best cock sucker ever!&#034 she said. Then whispering in my ear so only I could hear, &#034Don't you ever embarrass me by letting some other woman tell you what to do! I am in charge of you now!&#034 With that, she slapped me hard in the face. It hurt a lot. The other ladies were watching anxiously to see what my reaction to the slap would be. I knew Lady L. would be watching closely as well. They all laughed and seemed delighted when all I did was let out a meek &#034Thank you Mistress Margaret&#034. Nude except for the high heels, I had to try to keep up with Mistress Margaret using tiny delicate steps as she began to stride around the room pulling the string tied to my penis. It was almost too much even for me. Somehow, but I did not know how, I had turned out to be the center of attention that evening. First, as the most scantily clad one in the room I had been questioned about my lack of virility. Then me and my tattoos were studied closely ...
    by one woman followed by my performance of a homosexual act witnessed by all of these beautiful women. And now all eyes seemed to remain on me as I scurried around the room naked being pulled on a leash by the least attractive woman there. Regardless of the fact that I thought she was the ugliest of our lady visitors, I knew I was her submissive for as long as she wanted me to be and I would have to act accordingly or risk severe punishment. With all of this going on I began to drift into sub-space, that place where all of your fears of embarrassment disappear. My mind, no longer able to accept such abject humiliation, had begun to welcome it as the only defense left. My smile returned and I began to wriggle my hips in an exaggerated feminine movement to provide the maximum entertainment value for the ladies. Sub-space. A level of submission where you begin to feel a serenity with the fact that you have no control and that you are actually intoxicated with the humiliation surrounding you. A rapture of sorts. Finding pride in being SO degraded that your status as the lowliest, obedient submissive ever is etched in your mind. A happiness of pleasing others by having them see you squirm in embarrassment. I wanted to let Lady L. know that I had joined her in trying to show just how far you could go with a submissive male. Our little party went on for another two hours before the ladies finally began to run out of ideas on how me and the other sissies could serve and perform for ...
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