for those who love to worship women
Day 22
It's time for one of Mistress's fun-filled parties! Who knows what kind of sweet tortures await you? All you know is that you will end up being teased and denied orgasm for yet another day... but you love the torment, don't you? For today's little get-together, your outfit is a sheer crotchless body stocking, 4" high-heeled sandals, and a medium butt plug -- all in black. Your {throbbing cock or dripping pussy} is on display for all to see.
Our lovely hostess is also one of Mistress's tease slaves. Her conventional attire belies the torture chamber inside her panty girdle. Tenderly but relentlessly teasing her long-denied cunt is a set of ben-wa balls. [ http://www.centerforfemalesexuality.com/blog/2012/01/12/ben-wah-balls/ ] Every move she makes gets her hornier. Even when she stops for a second, the balls keep moving inside. It didn't take long for her to get so unbearably horny that she just can't keep her hips still. If that weren't enough, there's a jeweled butt plug that weighs nearly a pound [ http://boutique.demonia.com/rosebud-bleu-ciel-p-3878.html ] adding to the pool of sensations.
She is so horny that she can't see straight. She's holding onto the chair to keep her balance. As you approach our dreamboat on your knees, she grabs your hand for you to stand up and dance with her. Yes, you know that Mistress is making her dance, to maximize the motion inside her pussy and ass. They're all slow dances tonight, to get the two of you even hotter. With her high heels, she is taller than you, so you're still in your proper position -- beneath her. While she dances, she struggles valiantly to continue to act lady-like, but as you hold her close you feel every time her hips wriggle and hump as the agonizing frustration continues. When she feels like screaming, she clamps her mouth onto yours and screams while you passionately kiss.
After an hour of slow, sensuous dancing, she howls in horny desperation, runs into her bedroom, and throws herself face-down on the bed, crying uncontrollably as her fists pound the mattress in total distress, her hips forcefully humping the mattress in a futile effort to cum. You crawl to her feet, which are kicking madly off the edge of the bed, remove her dainty shoes, grab her ankles, and kiss her ticklish nylon-covered soles as an act of tenderness... and cruelty. Mistress enters the room, telling you to tend to the lady standing beside the bed.