Its My Party 5

This story is told by Mistress J's new slave. It tells how she learned she was a slut and pain slut and why she became Mistress J's slave.

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WARNING

! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18

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. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional

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and should not be attempted in real life.

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I was already lying across the spanking / fucking bench when the first partygoers arrived. Julie Ann, called J by everyone... and Mistress J by those in the inner circle... was there to meet them. She quickly explained, "Mistress Regina was called away on urgent business, but she didn't want to cancel the party, so she asked me to act as hostess."

She pointed to me and said, "Besides, we have already arranged for slut zara to be here tonight. I'm sure everyone will enjoy themselves."

I could hear her walking across the room to where I was. Of course I couldn't see her because I was wearing a full coverage hood with just the lower portion of my face showing. My lips were painted up in a very, very bright red semipermanent lip paint. Mistress J had applied the paint herself. It may have been some form of long lasting liquid lip coloring, but she called it paint, and it might be. It tasted awful. She let me see myself before in a small mirror she closed the eye flaps and led me over to the bench. My tawny skin looked golden against the flat black of the leather hood and my lips seemed to glow like a beacon of sluttiness. Those were her words also. She left the ear flaps open... for now... so I would be able to hear, but once she let me see myself in the mirror she pressed the eye coverings firmly in place. The hood was a little loose on the top of my head. It was designed to be big enough to allow all of my hair to be pushed up into the top... if I had any.

I had hair until a week ago. My life was very much different until a week ago. Things changed that night when I knelt naked and crying before Mistress J as she used a set of electric clippers to shear off all of my beautiful hair. I watched it gather in heaps around my knees. When she was finished, she rubbed my head with her hands. The strange combination of the stubble being moved back and forth and the warmth of her hand on my now almost naked scalp caused me to shudder.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," she said with a laugh. Then she lathered up my head with some shaving cream that smelled like menthol and burned slightly on my scalp. She let it sit for several minutes while she kept telling me to straighten my back and keep my head high. Then she got out a pack of new razors and began shaving off the stubble.

After she totally shaved my head, she said brusquely, "Time to let you sit down for a while."

She told me to fall forward to my hands and knees and then push myself up. As I was pushing myself up, she hit me hard over the ass several times with a wooden yardstick and said, "Just warming you up for later."

Once I got to my feet, she led me over to a heavy wooden chair with wooden arms and pushed me down in place. She laughed when I yelped as the welts from the yardstick hit the hard wooden seat. Once I settled down, she wrapped long strips of cloth around my arms binding them to the arms of the chair and similar strips around my ankles binding them to the front legs.

She walked slowly around the chair several times and then lathered me up again. The second time the menthol shaving cream smelled less but burned even more. Mistress J sat in front of me slowly sipping a glass of wine and laughing as I squirmed in the chair into which I was tied. After I begged her again and again to finish shaving me and get the fire off my head, she said, "I'll finish shaving your head now, if you want, but if I do it now, then when I remove the hair everywhere else I make it permanent."

I shook my head, but after what seemed like another fifteen minutes or so but was probably only two or three minutes, I screamed out, "OK! OK! Get this fire off my scalp and everywhere else can be permanent."

Mistress J laughed as she walked up to me with a towel. "No need for further shaving," she said, still laughing lightly, "this stuff is a depilatory cream, not a shaving cream."

When I gasped, she smiled at me and said, "Don't worry. This isn't the permanent stuff." She snorted slightly and said, "The permanent stuff doesn't burn like this."

After she wiped everything off my head with the towel, she began rubbing some sort of oil into my scalp and the burning immediately stopped. Then she held up a mirror so I could see myself and said, "Do you think that slut zara looks good with a shiny bald head?"

I couldn't answer. I wanted to scream, "Yes!" but I couldn't bring myself to say it.

Mistress J could read my thoughts, however, and laughed. Then she patted me on the top of my now bald and shiny head and said, "I thought so."

She unwrapped the cloth strips which bound me to the chair and said, "Time for the rest."

She guided me to the big arch that separates the dining room from the living room and told me to raise my hands above my head. About one-fourth of the way up the inside of the arch on both sides are a couple of brass plates which look like covers for an electrical outlet. They are covers, but there are no outlets behind them. Instead there is a rather heavy chain which is secured to the structure of the arch and then extends all the way to the floor joists of the second floor. When the cover is removed, one link of the chain is exposed. Because the ceilings of this old house are so high, Mistress J had to use a step-stool to reach the covers and then looped one end of a rope through the bottom link of the chains.

She had me stand in the very center of the arch and raise my hands as far above my head as I could. Then she wrapped a restraint cuff around my wrist and looped the other end of the rope through a link built into the restraint. She repeated that with the other wrist and then tied a complex looking knot in both of the ropes. She pulled on both of the ropes until the slack was gone out of the rope. Then she pulled really hard on the left rope. The knot was some form of slipknot and as she pulled, the rope tightened and tightened until my left arm was stretched taut and my feet were barely on the ground. When she pulled hard on the right rope, I ended up on tiptoe. She secured both ropes with some sort of quick release slip knot and then carried the step-stool over to the side of the room.

"Let's let you hang there and get settled in," she said as she brought her chair over and sat in front of me, again sipping on her wine.

When she finished her wine she came over and stood in front of me. I gasped as she suddenly reached forward and ran a finger through my slit.

"You are enjoying this, aren't you?" she said firmly.

Again I couldn't answer. Mistress J shrugged and said, "Well it doesn't make any difference what your mind... or your mouth... says anyway. Your cunt tells me that you are absolutely enjoying this."

She stuck her finger in my open mouth and said almost angrily, "Clean off my finger, slut!"

I did. My lips snapped closed around her finger and I suckled it and slid my tongue all over it as she moved her finger in and out of my mouth. I had tasted other women before, but this was the first time that I had ever tasted myself.

"Now to make things tight," she said as she wrapped restraints around my ankles.

There are also two brass plates recessed in the floor under the arch. They are almost at the edges of the short wall which protrudes slightly into the arch and forms a small shelf. These, too, look like electrical plates, and these too cover anchor points. When the cover is removed, a couple links of heavy chain can be pulled up above floor level.

Mistress J looped ropes from my ankle restraints to the floor chains and tied her special slip-knots in both ropes. Then she began shortening the ropes a little at a time. She would pull the rope on my left leg until it was pulled out as far as it would go, then she would switch to the right leg and pull it out.

She switched back and forth several times. Each time I would cry out, "No more, please no more," but she would just laugh and say, "The Mistress sets the limits, slut, not the slave. Besides, your body will adjust."

She was right. Somehow, my leg or hip or whatever, would relax slightly after a minute or two and then Mistress J would pull me tighter... and tighter... and tighter. Finally my feet were off the ground and I was hanging tied in a very tight naked X in the middle of the arch.

I had my eyes closed trying to relax my body when I heard a soft buzzing. Mistress J was removing my carefully trimmed pubic hair with a small battery powered clipper.

"My God!" she said loudly. "Your juices are flowing so heavily I'm afraid you are going to short out my clippers."

Then she ran her finger through my wide-spread slit. I groaned loudly as her finger moved up to my clit. When her finger slid over my clit I almost screamed. When she started slowly circling my clit with her finger I groaned and screamed with each circuit around my pleasure nub.

Then she stopped.

I looked down at her and she was standing in front of me with her fists on her hips. "You are enjoying this way too much," she said with a sly grin. "You need this, don't you? Deep down in your heart and mind, you really need this."

This time I found my voice and said, "Yes." I intended to answer softly, almost meekly, but instead I shouted out my answer.

In response Mistress J started laughing. "How badly do you need it?" she asked as she again slid her fingers through my slit. "Would you let me whip you if I took you to orgasm afterwards?"

I didn't want to answer. I really didn't want to say yes. But "Yes!" was the answer I was keeping shut tightly within my mouth. I managed to keep my mouth shut as Mistress J's eyes bored into me, but I couldn't keep my head from slowly nodding.

Mistress J laughed. "I think I will keep that for another time," she said as she ran her finger down my stomach, stopping just above my clit.

"Let's talk about something more important," she said. She pushed her finger deep into my cunt then pulled it partially out and slid it back to my rosebud. She didn't push her finger in there, but she did push slightly with the tip on the very center of my pucker hole. When I gasped loudly, she laughed and slid her finger all the way back to my clit.

I was now panting very heavily and begging, "Please make me cum. Please make me cum. Please make me cum."

"You are a true slut, aren't you," she said with a laugh. "So what would you do to get an orgasm? Would you let me use the permanent cream all over your body?"

"No!" I said very definitely, but she kept circling my clit with her finger. After a few moments I said, "Maybe." Then my body started undulating on its own. I was trying to force myself harder into her finger. But Mistress J stepped back and I ended up dancing in the air screaming, "I need to cum! I need to cum! I need to cum!"

She held up a large jar of ointment. "This is the permanent stuff," she said. "Just say 'Everywhere' and I guarantee I will give you an orgasm you will never forget."

I hung limp for a moment and then said softly, "Everywhere."

"That's my little slut slave," Mistress J said cheerily. Then she opened the jar and began smearing the cream ALL over my body. She seemed to take a long time making sure it was well-smeared around my cunt and asshole. She also took a long time with my nipples, twisting them roughly as she smeared the cream around them. Finally, when she had worked her way up to my head, she had to stand on her step-stool to be even with my face.

"First your arms," she said as she slathered cream up and down each of them. "We will get the areas under the restraints later," she said flatly. Then she said firmly, "Now you have to keep your eyes tightly closed. I'm going to do your head."

I clamped my eyes shut and she very gently began smearing the cream all over my face. She even worked it into and behind my ears. Then she poured a big glop of it on the top of my head and started rubbing it into my scalp.

"Now you have to be patient," she said sweetly. "It will burn a little, but the burning will stop as soon as the hair follicle is dead."

I started to say thanks, but she almost shouted, "Don't open your mouth. You don't want to accidently get this stuff on your tongue."

So I hung there silently for a long time. It seemed like a really long time to me as my entire body seemed to be being consumed by a thousand angry ants. I couldn't believe it when Mistress J said, "That's five minutes, only five more to go."

The final five minutes seemed like forever even through the stinging stopped shortly after Mistress J had spoken. Now I was tired of keeping my eyes and mouth closed. She had promised me an orgasm and this wasn't taking me high... at all.

Then I felt a cool, wet towel on my head. "Just give me a minute to wipe this all off," Mistress J said lightly, "and then I will give you an orgasm you will never forget."

As the cool towel worked its way down my body, I began to beg, "I need to cum! I need to cum! I need to cum, now!"

Mistress J just laughed and said, "Don't worry my little slave slut, you will get your orgasm."

"I'm not your slave," I said petulantly.

"Not yet," she replied. "But you will be. You will be."

Then she started rubbing me between the legs. Everything was super sensitive and super slick as she rubbed her fingers up and down my slit. She moved around me so that she was standing behind me. Her arms were now wrapped firmly around me with one hand pressed hard into my cunt. She must have been standing on her step-stool because she was practically lifting me up as she rubbed from both the front and the back slathering my juices all the way back through my crack.

Suddenly she was back to standing on the floor with one hand reaching up between my legs with her fingers rubbing my slit and going up to squeeze my clit between her center fingers. I could feel myself climbing higher and higher. I could no longer even talk but was just groaning louder and louder.

I screamed as Mistress J jammed her thumb into my ass and reached forward with her fingers all the way to my clit. Then she pinched as hard as she could. Lightning tore through my body. I thought that the ropes had broken and I was falling... or flying... or leaving my body. Everything turned a very bright white and then blackness washed over me.

When I regained consciousness, I was till hanging in the arch. Mistress J was sitting in a chair in front of me sipping a new glass of wine. "Welcome back," she said with a smile. I think it's time to go into the living room so you can return the favor to your new Mistress.

I tried to once again say, "I'm not your slave," but I wasn't able to get the words out. My mouth wouldn't work right and I just mumbled something that sounded like drunken babble.

She pulled on one of the ropes and my right leg was released. Another quick pull and my left leg was free.

"Bring your legs together, honey," she said sweetly, "and I'll release your arms,"

I did. My body must have stretched or something because I could stand almost flat on my feet. Then I felt my left arm fall down alongside my body followed rapidly by my right arm. I was having trouble standing so Mistress J lowered me to may hands and knees on the floor.

After she took the restraints off my wrists and ankles, she patted me on the ass and said, "I think it would be best if you crawled over to the couch. You've got some work to do."

I didn't understand until she walked over to the couch and took off her skirt. She was naked underneath. When she sat back on the couch with her legs spread I could see that her dense, black pubic hair was glistening with her juices.

I crawled over to her and put my head between her legs. "Soft and slow, soft and slow," she said as she stroked my bald head.

I don't know how long I licked her cunt. I thought she had a very sweet taste and kept lapping and lapping and lapping until she suddenly pushed my head hard into her slit with both hands and closed her legs tightly around me. I couldn't breathe, but I knew that I had to keep licking and sucking until she released me. The world was spinning and everything was starting to go black. Finally her legs opened and we both lay there panting.

"You will get even more orgasms as the party slut Friday night," she finally said.

"But people will recognize me," I answered in fear.

"No they won't," Mistress J answered with a laugh. "You are afraid that they would immediately recognize your infamous lily white body, but that depilatory cream has a side effect. It darkens your skin... all over your body, not just where I applied it. Your body absorbed some of the chemicals and deposited them in your skin. You now have the golden tan skin of a high caste Indian person. That's why I renamed you slut zara."

"Is that permanent too?" I asked fearfully.

"No," she replied, "it will fade in a few weeks. But by then you will be comfortable with being slave slut zara and won't care who recognizes who you used to be."

She handed me the bottle of hair remover and said, "Use this on your wrists and ankles to finish removing all hair, then take a shower and go to bed. We will talk in the morning, and I mean eight o'clock in the morning. I want you sitting at the table naked when I come into the kitchen."

"Yes, Mistress J," I replied and took the jar of ointment. As I headed toward the bedroom, she called out, "Set a timer. Keep that on your skin for eleven minutes exactly."

That was one week ago. My skin has lightened just a little. Mistress J kept me naked all of the time for the whole week. Once when a delivery man came to the door with a package, she made me answer the door naked and then stand there naked while I signed for the package. After the man left, she ordered me to stand in front of her with my legs spread so she could check my cunt. It was dripping.

"Do you need another orgasm?" she asked in that overly sweet voice she used when talking to me like I was her pet dog. When I nodded my head she said, "I'm too busy right now, but you can give yourself an orgasm if you lay on the floor facing the open front door with your feet up on the door jamb.

The house is way out in the country and sits pretty far back from the road. Someone driving past might see me, but my need outweighed my caution and I flopped down on the floor and rolled over on my back. I closed my eyes and started rubbing my slit.

A sudden slap to my breast caused my eyes to fly open. "Don't close your eyes," Mistress J said harshly. "Look out at the world that is watching slut zara jill herself off."