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The long awaited finale of the Real Bestest Present is finally here!
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Katalina
Star
It
was a lovely sight inside of my Mistress' domain, as it usually was.
Mistress was wearing a black latex body suit with a few frills here
and there plus a metal spiked choker around her neck. Her hair was
rough and her boots were, well, badass in appearance. I could tell
this would definitely be a fun night. But then I looked over to the
corner and saw that she wasn't alone. A woman stood there standing
toward me in a leather g-string and bikini top just without cups so
her fair sized breasts hung out for Mistress and myself to see. She
wore wrist restraints and a leather collar with a padlock on the
front of it as well as a mask covering up the top portion of her
face. Along the sides of the mask were a few feathers both red and
blue.
“Mistress,”
I began to inquire with a timid voice, “Who is that?”
Mistress
hadn't told me there would be anyone else, but she shushed me gently
and slowly placed a rubber ballgag in my mouth. Once it was cinched
in place, she came around me and began to unbutton my shirt.
“She's
my new assistant, so don't worry.” It's all my Mistress needed to
say. That and give me that reassuring look she's always given before.
Mistress
was always one for confidentiality, it was how she got her continued
clients. I knew she wouldn't attempt to screw me over here now that I
was a repeat customer. Still, something seemed incredibly off about
her assistant. Somehow, she just didn't strike me as the assistant
type. But this could have been the girl's first day and my anxiety
toward her might not be helping her any. So I relaxed as my Mistress
removed my shirt passing it over to the assistant. She took in the
warmth and the smell of it for a moment and I couldn't help but
giggle over my gag at how cute she was.
I'm
sure Mistress heard the noise as she gave my bottom a firm smack
before she began to open up and pull down my pants. I kept my eyes on
the assistant as I stepped out leaving myself in nothing but my socks
and underwear plus the gag that was given to me. I knew what was
coming next though and I prepared myself for it by lifting up my
chin. Indeed, one of my kinks in this was the feeling of being owned
and being punished by the one who owned me. I always dreamed of one
day moving in with my Mistress, being her loyal slave all day every
day. Had I known she was looking I probably would have pushed more
for myself to be accepted rather than this woman. But it was more
jealousy than hatred toward her.
The
tightness of the collar gave my body the goosebumps that it had
always brought about. My whole body shivered when my Mistress locked
it in place and I felt the hard steel of the padlock come down
against my neck. Owned. Only to be let go at the whims of my
Mistress. From here, everything was always left in the court of my
Mistress. So I stood waiting, keeping my chin up, as she went over to
converse with her new assistant.
Mistress
was the only one who spoke in that exchange as I could just see the
assistant nod a couple times then glance back at me. I immediately
faced back ahead feeling my cheeks beginning to burn with a growing
desire to have that woman near me. To see just what my Mistress found
so interesting about her. It was hard to even bring myself back to
thinking about You with her staring at me the way she was. What were
You doing right now? You came into the same building, are You
unwinding in your own way? It felt rather kinky knowing we were both
under the same roof. You were probably going through your mail while
I stand here ready to be punished. If I moaned loud enough, would you
begin to hear me?
My
attention was soon brought back by the feel of a cool hand smacking
against my bottom cheek. I let out a moan through my gag and looked
over to find my Mistress in behind me. She gestured me to face ahead
where her assistant stood with a blindfold in her hands. She brought
it up and handed the ends to my Mistress in behind me who began to
tie it around my head. I could feel the warmth of the assistants
fingers as she adjusted the front of the blindfold over my eyes
leaving me in perpetual darkness with the last thing I saw being
Mistress' lit up Christmas tree in the corner. All I could do was
hear and feel.
The
first feel was a sudden tightness over my crotch as the back of my
panties were tugged upward between my cheeks. I did my best to hold
steady but the first tug came as a surprise both shocking and
lustful. Three more sharp tugs followed as I wondered who was doing
what because at the same time I felt a gentle fondle over my breasts.
No squeezing or grabbing, but just someone's fingers tracing along
the curve of them. In my mind I figured that was the assistant while
my Mistress wedged my panties, it would go along with how I thought
things would go. Therefore, that's how I imagined it.
The
feel of Your hands grazing my covered breasts, curious to see how it
looked underneath the bra. Your thumbs knowing exactly where to press
as my nipples were pressed inward. I let out a soft moan through the
gag wanting to wet my lips but instead only managed to further
moisten the inside of the ballgag. All of this was accompanied by the
quick and rapid strikes of a hand against my bare cheeks. Again and
again, left and then the right and at times both at the same time.
This is how I wanted to be made to feel, like a piece of property
just being played with and enjoyed. No cares, no problems, just this.
I could have the worst week in the world and so long as it ended with
just five minutes of this, I'd be satisfied and willing to go through
it all again. Such a horrible thought, I know, but in this moment of
bliss I'm willing to consider anything just to keep it going.
The
spanking soon ceased and I could feel my cheeks burning from the
strikes. Soon, a pair of hands forced their way underneath my bra
without warning. They ravaged around and soon exposed them as I felt
quickly something sharp pressed around them. Teeth. My Mistress was
biting me. But where was the assistant? It took some time of worry
before I felt her again, healing my sore rump with a few well placed
kisses. Her hands, as soft as they were over my breasts, were gently
stroking along the outline of my roundness. Pleasure and pain once
more as my Mistress began slapping her hands across my breasts a few
times.
My
Mistress could only go for so long like that though, I knew she
wouldn't want to wear herself out at the beginning. So, as her
assistant ran her hands along my hips and wetting my bottom with more
kisses, my Mistress went to collect something. She purposely make a
ruckus out of doing it, creating noises so I wouldn't know what was
coming but I knew her well enough to know it would either be a
flogger or riding crop. So while I wasn't surprised when I felt the
thick leather knots from her flogger strike my flesh, I still enjoyed
every last second of that feeling.
The
one thing I loved most about when my Mistress used the flogger on me,
was that she would let the thick tendrils do the work. Even a light
smack was enough to get me off as she would at times rotate her wrist
and give me a nice criss-cross across both of my breasts. One time I
wanted to try a nice double set of floggers. I will admit that it was
fun being struck from over my breasts and down between my legs, but
when it came to striking my breasts with both at the same time I
couldn't enjoy it as much. I suppose I'm the type who enjoys a quick
hit and then given time to let the pain sink in. Today, my Mistress
was doing exactly that.
Eventually
the flogging stopped and I could feel my Mistress' lips come over my
nipples as she rounded her tongue around them, enjoying the stiffness
I put into her mouth. Behind me I heard a little giggle, playful in
nature from the assistant. She was still sending tiny kisses over my
cheeks and was now beginning to work her way up my back until she
reaches the clasp of my bra. It certainly didn't need to be there
anymore as my breasts were already out and stinging a little, so she
opened it and slid it down my arms tossing it somewhere in the room.
She then came in close and began running her tongue a little around
my ear causing me to moan out from the ticklish feel. That moaning
soon turned into a hard yelp as my Mistress returned with a different
flogger whipping my stomach now, letting the thin leather bits flay
over my flesh before giving me another hit.
The
assistant gave a quick check over my blindfold, making certain it was
set up nice and snug. I know I had my reservations earlier with
having her here, but I was actually beginning to warm up with her so
close to me. I could feel her own erect nipples up against my arm and
the warmth of her breath, I wanted to just turn around and kiss her
right when she was so close. But my Mistress never gave me any order
to even move from the spot as she continued whipping me.
It
wasn't long until my Mistress' attention turned to my tightened
cross, tapping at my legs so she could begin whipping there. I
willingly spread apart my legs allowing her to strike as I moaned
over each one. The assistant lowered to her knees and from the top of
my socks she began running her tongue up along my calf and behind my
knee. I then felt her finger dig into the back of my sock and begin
tugging down so I lifted my foot up trying to maintain my balance as
my Mistress whipped me. It wasn't easy, especially since the
assistant made a slow effort in peeling my sock off. But when it was
free I felt her finger tap against my heel signaling I could lower
it. We did the same with the other only she took more time with this
one running her hand along the inside of my leg almost as if thinking
she could get up to my pussy before Mistress' flogger. I wanted her
to try so much. But I soon felt the tap and I put my other barefoot
on the ground still spaced apart so Mistress could have her access.
It
wasn't long until the two of you switched places as I felt the
flogger now coming up between my legs from behind causing my crotch
to tingle every time it was tickled by the leather strips. I then
felt the assistants tongue and lips planting themselves over my bare
feet over along my toes as I curled them up. She only giggled at my
reaction and began stroking around my ankle with a couple of her
fingers. Unfortunately, any time I began to melt from the presence of
her lips, my Mistress would catch me between the legs with her
flogger.
Soon,
I felt everything within me come tumbling down. Enough shots to my
crotch had caused a rupture that flowed through me and soon it was
all I could do just to stand. However, that went out quick as I felt
my body begin to quake with the uprising of a climax that sent me
down. Luckily, the assistant was there to catch me and softly stroke
my hair through this.
The
next thing I knew I was in the shower washing myself. For a brief
moment I thought that everything that preceded this was nothing more
than a dream, then I felt the tightness of my collar and I knew that
it wasn't. I smiled as I wondered just what my Mistress had planned
for me next as my mind soon rolled onto You. I recalled this was also
the building You lived in and wondered what You might be doing right
now. Reading, cooking, something far from what I was in the midst of
doing. It did make me feel ashamed for a moment, that even though
there was one thing that physically brought us closer together it was
also the last wall between us. That's when the question first hit me;
could I give all of this up just for You?
I
didn't even wish to think on such a thing. Mainly because I didn't
want that to be the case and also because a fear inside of my heart
told me it would never be. I didn't want to think on that either as I
turned off the shower and stepped out to find a towel. I was just in
the midst of drying myself when I noticed the red ribbon tied on the
door handle. On it was a note. It was still far too steamy for me to
read it from where I was standing so I made my way up to it and
looked it over.
“To
Sasha”
It's
all that it said and even I could tell this wasn't my Mistress'
handwriting. I flipped the card over finding nothing and then noticed
the ribbon was leading out beyond the closed door. My curiosity got
the better of my senses and I walked out stark naked save the towel I
kept in my hair. I followed the ribbon down from the bathroom into
the kitchen and then into the living room. From there my curiosity
only grew, showcasing itself as a smile when I followed the ribbon
further up to the tree...and You.
You
were there, looking up at me. Cute red bands in Your hair, a set of
red stockings complete with a golden bow and more red ribbon, red
frilly panties, and a juicy ballgag stuffed into Your mouth. At first
I was frightened, I looked around wondering if You had been
kidnapped, the way you looked...You didn't do this Yourself. You
whimpered through Your gag then looked up at me, smiling. Your eyes
then diverted to the chair before swiftly coming back to me gesturing
me to look. I turned and saw the mask the assistant was wearing and
soon it all came to me. I looked back and Your smile grew brighter as
You crawled Your way up to me nuzzling Your head to my hand that I
offered You.
The
following weeks were wonderful, we became regular clients of
Katherine's as a couple, often switching the role of assistant or at
times both playing the submissive. I eventually caved and introduced
my sister to my Mistress and it was a slow start, but my sister
started coming down for visits practically every weekend. However, I
still remain firm that I don't session alongside her. Not when I have
the real bestest present there beside me.
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