I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story...
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"Mistress, I am yours, undying devotion..." punctuated by scream, real screams and shaking sobbing as I hit myself again, self flagellation is something you expect of me when demanded for your entertainment, "...please believe me, please, I will do anything for you, please..."
"Marisa, my God, what is wrong with that pathetic boy?"
Laughter among the ladies, you mute the volume again.
"That's my princess. Spoiled little bitch, no effort, self chastising."
You laugh, sip your drink. Eric quickly fills your glass. He's naked, huge penis moves by the side of you as he pours more wine into your glass. You reach up and pet it.
"Princess is the dirtiest of my dirty little bitches, isn't that right, baby?"
You take his penis in your hand, squeeze it gently.
"Yes, Ma'am. He is."
He bows at the waist, moves back toward the hallway until he's needed again.
My pathetic figure on the television screen dances wildly from foot to foot, toe to toe, sobbing out of control. A lady takes the remote from the table, leans forward. She un-mutes the sound, watches intently.
"How long has he been down there pledging his love and devotion?"
She giggles a girlish giggle.
"He is kind of cute. Oooo, did you see that?"
My scream is ear piercing, even over the camera monitor trained on me, as I whip my penis with a short braided leather whip.
"Please, please, please, Mistressssssss...oooooo, uh, pleaaaaaase...", stammering almost incoherently.
"Eric, go bring him to me, enough."
You sip your wine, chat with the girls. Soon you see Eric on the screen. He takes me down off the anal hook. I'm shaking, weak, swollen little balls, bruised little penis, crying, staring into the camera.
"Mistress, I am yours, belong to you, you only, please, please...", feel Eric slap me slightly, not hard. Just a slap across my rear end to get my focus on him, he yanks me downward. Feel him pull me to my knees, feel his penis forced into my mouth.
"That bastard. I should have known. He can't keep his hands, should say his dick off of my little Princess. Thinks he's his pet or something."
You watch as Eric puts his hands on his hips, stares into the camera and smiles.
The ladies focus, comment, are so titillated, excited.
"Oh my. He does have talent, even crying and in pain. Look at him work."
Lady to your left leans in to get closer to the flat screen.
"Talk about talent, look at Eric. He's huge! Very nice. Marisa, where to you find these boys? I have to get one for my house, very nice. Is he gay, only likes your little Princess? Or do you use him too?"
"Oh yes, Eric is one of several but one of my favorites, very good boy in bed."
The sound from the set is of me gagging as Eric as he starts to fuck. He quickly cums in my mouth, holding my head in his hands so tightly it hurts, makes me squirm. He holds me in place and finishes. Looks up at the camera, grabs my arm and yanks me to my feet.
"Come on, little cock sucker, the ladies want to meet you. Move."
Feel him slap my butt as he pulls me by arm on my wobbly heels out of the room. An empty room on the television screen, sound of silence on the volume as the ladies drift to their seats.
As we enter the room I see you with the four other women seated around your entertainment room. Eric holds my arm so tight it hurts. Pushes me toward you, almost throws to your feet. I stumble on my heels, hurry to kneel before you. Still sobbing, makeup a horror show, huge tear drips down the front of my face.
"Lucky little boy, Princess. I'd have sucked that better than he did. Pretty boy, Eric. Very nice."
One of your girlfriends laughs, looks a Eric and winks.
