As we were leaving the concert i told my Mistress about the hands that had been on me during the music. i confessed that the hands had brought me to multiple orgasm. But worse of all i confessed that they were male hands and that their touch had been incredible.
My Mistress is an older womman. She is over six foot tall, wears her hair man style and is totally controlling of all aspects of my life. She was angry to say the least. Most of all because i had experienced orgasms. She tightly controls my orgasms and only allows me to have one a week. She had given me my weekly orgasm earlier that evening before we left for the concert.
As we got to the car, She told me that i would be severely punished. The punishment would not come tonight because She had to come up with an appropriiate punishment. However, she told me she didn't want to touch me and i would sleep in the closet tonight.
When we got to the car, she stopped me before i got in. "emily, take off all your clothes... right here right now... leave them on the ground. I will not have them in My house with his stink on them."
i looked around and the parking lot was full of people getting in their cars. There were young people, Men and their wives, There were families with young children. i kicked off my flip flops and my face burned in humiliation as i took of my halter top, exposing my small breasts. There was a car right next to me with a family... Father, mother, and two young daughters. The daughters about 10 and 12 watched and i stripped. i dropped my shorts on the ground and my bikini panties landed on top. i saw the young girls eyes widen in disbelief as i stood completely naked in front of them. my totally bald cunt shone in the light from a nearby overhead light.
"Get in the back seat. Keep your filthy bottom off the seat I dont want you cunt to touch my seats. Squat on your feet and put your hands behind your head as if they were tied there!"
Tears of shame ran down my bright red cheeks as i followed her instructions. i looked at the young girls one last time knowing that squatting as i was they could see my naked breasts and nipple rings. They were pointing me out to their Father who turned and locked eyes with me briefly. Not so briefly, however, to see the lust in His eyes.
The next night my Mistress told me she was taking me to a party. That my punishment would ocme at the party! She instructed me to be very careful with my preparations. i was to check for any cuntal hair and to wax if i found any. i was to give myself a large very hot enema with two oz of brandy, and to fill my bottom with lube.
i was to dress, or lack thereof actually, in a short thin coat...nothin else. my hair would be up in a bun tightly so no stray hair was visible. my makeup would be one color... black!
She led me into the party with a wide leather collar on my neck and a chain leash. i had blinders on and a ball gag in my mouth.
She unhooked the leash and took off my coat. i was standing naked.. barefoot... and she kicked my feet apart so my legs were spread.
She announced to the people there that i had let an unseen man touch me and bring me to orgasm with his filthy hands. She gave anyone there permission to touch me any way they wanted, for as long as they wanted. only limit was that i not be made to cum.
i heard Her making Her goodbyes. i felt so alone and vulnerable! i stood there in my misery. i could feel my face burning in humiliation down to my breasts. They, however, don't know how to be humiliated... my nipples were fully erect and sending tingles deep into my pelvis.
after a space of time a male voice said in my ear, "you are lovely my dear. I especially love the red welts running across your apple sized breasts and your bald mound. you must have been a very bad girl for your Mistress! i felt his fingers lightly touching the welts on my left breast. even that light touch inflamed the tissues and i could again feel the red hot poker like sensation running across my nipple.
He let another finger slide down to the crease between my legs. It too reignighted the intense fire of the rod she used to whip me. He laughed when his finger met my moisture. "What is this," He said. "No one has touched you except me and here you are with your cunt juices dripping out of you!
That seemed to bring on the crowd. Within a couple minutes i could feel fingers on both breasts, delving deep inside me in front and back. The first to enter me from behind found that i was clean and filled with fragrant handcream.
For the next eternity there were hands on me, and inside all my orifices. The very worst ones were the ones pinching and twisting my clitoris. I could feel long sharp fingernails scratching its length hard. Each time the fingernails would slip off the tip i could hear them click and felt a huge jolt!
Many times i was on the verge of orgasm but someone always caught my inner muscles begin to contract and they would call a halt. i have been trained by my Mistress to withstand long periods of denial, but with the constant stimulation i was receiving orgasm denial was pure torture.
After a while i heard my Mistress return. She asked them if they had enjoyed playing with me. They pointed out the slick state of both my upper thighs as proof of my continual stimulation.
my vagina was sore and bruised for several days after that ordeal. i write thin four days later and my clit is still swollen and extremely painful to touch. My Mistress still has not allowed me to cum.
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