Alight with a fire coursing through my veins i was ready to party, ready to resurface in the world of FemDom and raring to play. My first Bitches Unleashed and i was prepared to be torn limb from limb, carved up, to swim in the chaos of pain. It had been weeks since any such sensation had graced my flesh and the lack of fresh marks itched like a skin that required shedding. Ready to be reborn. To rise from flames. I descended into a carnivorous lust that could only be tamed by Women taking control.
My nervous walk dragged me soberly to the entrance of the club alone and yet before i had even managed to produce a ticket the warmth of familiar faces and friends to become brightened up the corridor, offers to tour me around the facilities, games to be entered and a photographer to torment with antics of crawling and the more flexible variety. Immediately my nerves began to dissipate as i found my way into a conversation with beautiful Dommes including those i had the pleasure of already spending time getting to know such as Miss Emily and their accompanying slaves. A room filled to the brim with FemDom beauty, royalty and talent and yet a personal touch was left by all. Armed with the rouge stain of the submissive S across my chest and a wrist full of all the kinks desired and permitted, I was ready for the evening. The event had barely begun and yet the facility was already alight with deafening cracks from formidable Mistress’s and depravity seeping through the rooms infecting all those who fall into its trance.
Joining the masses of playful creatures and disquieting Dommes i was swiftly reminded to kneel by merely a stern directional glance from Miss Maria, this was not the moment in which to be a brat rabbit. Seeing so many familiar faces around the room i enjoyed watching the first game of male torment get underway and the laughter of so many Ladies. Eager to push myself out of my anxious headspace i was determined to be a part of the slave games. The christmas tree it was to be, a game of sharps and speed was surely ready for me. My team raced with little elegance but determination to collect an array of tinsel and baubles and bows from santa’s sack whilst two intimidating Dommes forced them onto me with the sharp jab of human staples, most causing little more than a pinch but just for good measure those under my arms and on top of my ribs rewarded the Dommes with slight whimpers and whines of discomfort. A bow on each cheek and i was ready to strut my sparkly self down the indomitable alleyway of devious beings who were to judge and vote for their favourite decorated christmas slut… sorry tree.
Poisoned with the pride of cheers from a roomful of glorious Women i found my reward to be grinding and fucking a christmas craker in my already slutty minimalist santa outfit that left little to the imagination until the slither of dignity i was clinging onto was washed down the drains. My blushing face was worth it for the cheers and congratulations as i won the highly coveted prize (of being the best air fucker).
Intoxicated by the potential of a spanking i eagerly collected the array of implements i had brought with me only to find upon my return to the wet room that Madam Caramel Herself would be delivering 6 of best. Menacingly i bent over the cold tiles peering into the sparkling chasm of liquid and allowing myself to become entranced by the way in which the droplets dance with one another as though they know a song that no one else may hear. The calming reassurance of water greeted my gleeful eyes as i consumed each stroke Madam Caramel delivered, the short cane unfortunately leaving Her Highness at somewhat of a disadvantage but nonetheless the stings ran through my flesh until they materialised as a cheeky grin plastered across face.
My bottom warmed and my body full of tiny holes but my night had just begun. Whilst enjoying the company of Miss Maria once more, i was made use of and allowed to be a good girl by face sitting Her submissive who lie on the cold stonework beneath Her feet. Unto my knees i fell with one thigh resting either side of his head and my derriere restricting the oxygen flow. A perfect view of white latex, sultry legs and the most incredible spiked heels kept me easily motivated to perform to perfection. Giggling away i was eventually relieved of such strenuous duties and rewards with a chance to massage toned calves and delicate toes. Resting each leg onto my warm skin i played with the intricate balance of muscles as the conversation cascaded from one topic to another with no knowledge of time passing. It was as though this night stood still, a neverland of sorts for those seeking freedom from the restraints of society.
Enjoying the performances of Mistress Krush and Mistress Buffy as they tormented slaves and sissies into taking the cane with eager willingness I regained my composure and began to calm ready for the drive home. The best laid plans however are apparently easily transposed as Mistress Buffy called over to me, at first the sounds excavating the room hid Her intent like mist in the early morning but i soon was reassured that i did in fact owe Mistress Buffy a caning with good behaviour given the last time i was not in such a sober state. Before the scene even began dealing with the flood of endorphins that accompany sharp sensations, i found my consciousness falling into a lake of apatite that was the crystal eyes of Mistress Blaize. Usually i find something sparkly to help centre my calm and control the chaos of sensations but no sparkly nails or flickering light were required. The bright blue of Her eyes enthralled me immediately, relieving me of my ability to negotiate the number of strikes or the warm-up. I don’t recall ever being asked for my desired length of punishment before and i secretly hope to not be placed in such a position again. It felt so, wrong? To contemplate telling a Domme let alone one at Her own party how many strokes or how long She could continue for, i merely wanted to make Her smile and be a good girl, how could i begin to know how long it would take for the infection of bliss and top space to spread throughout the room? Thankfully my failure to provide an answer was met with a strict 12 from cold. 4 strikes blessed my bottom before Mistress Buffy asked my giggling self the number presumably knowing i was already far too bewitched by the warmth upon my naked flesh to have been keeping count. With that simple confusion i was firmly reassured the caning would restart from 0 and would continue to do so each time i mislaid the number in my disorientation. My fingers craving to count allowed me to once more dissipate into a oceans of adrenaline infused blood that ran free. The room swifty fell into silence as i dove deeper into the insanity of masochism, my anchor calming the crushing pressures and keeping me breathing with Her beauty.
I sank deeper and deeper until the depths of my desires could no longer be fathomed nor truly counted, lost in the endless glittering of Miss Blaize’s eyes i sank into the crushing pressure, allowing it to flood through me and hold me, to comfort my cravings and calm the storm that lie inside. I lie of my own volition upon the pool table, desperate to be a good girl and to be desired. Seeing the sparkle alight as my tongue wiggled with confusion filled my busy min with the silence i so desperately craved. “Look into my eyes and breath” those soft words whispered into the abyss of room falling away into silence were the only instructions i had and the only ones needed.
Drowning in the calm Mistress Buffy glittering in Her golden jumpsuit playfully yet clearly articulated another 12 were to be taken, too blissfully entranced i managed but a thumbs up and a reassuring smile. I didn’t want to stop. Ever. entertaining not one but two Dommes, being the reason their faces lit up was more than i could desire and enough to soften my flesh allowing the waves of pain to course and balance throughout my entire body. Through the euphoria of subspace i compelled my lips to utter a desperate plea to Mistress Buffy “please Miss may i not count this time”, i had barely made it 12 and the deeper i fell into the trance of submission the harder i was finding my voice to find. Surrendering every part of my freedom and liberation i was ready to suffer for Them. Mistress Blaize’s hands in front tormented me with desires that lie on the cusp of reach, i wanted to kiss and lick and taste those that tore into me. With each kiss of the cane the pool table ground deeper into me, my longing hands wandering the napped surface of the pool table looking for sanity and yet finding only a deepened lust for the agony of impact.
The vitriolic cane continued long past the point of double digits, i’m not sure any of us were close to keeping track of the number but it was irrelevant. Pride began to fill the welts with a purple glow as i took Her strikes again and again and again. Each inevitably drawing me closer to the point of true pain but like a shore line teasing the sand the threat washed over my quivering self leaving a dampened sticky space where it would return. Mistress Buffy was clearly determined to colour me like a canvas and began aiming more regularly for my legs, the torment forcing me to collapse into a small space but determined my trembling frame replaced itself upon the sturdy table ready to take whatever was to be delivered, yielding my spirit to obey.
I’m pretty sure i was a good girl. Collecting myself from the floor and falling onto the golden lap of Mistress Buffy the room started to reform and the voices of strangers re-circled the space we had created until i rejoined them fully.
Location/Event: Bitches Unleshed
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