Stories - a slaves Rendition

	paul (etts) first time serving an Easter Feast (submitted by: Mistress Colleen [website]) (written by: slut paulette [email]) sissy paulettes first time serving an elegant Easter Feast for Mistress April 20, 2001 I had two weeks worth of nervous anticipation built up inside as I knocked on the door of the large mobile home with three pillars and the statue of a lion out front in a quiet mobile estate park in Anaheim. I’d only heard about Realmstone a few weeks before and knew only as much about it as I’d read at the site and garnered from a few phone conversations with Lady Aylha and Mistress Colleen. Lady Aylha greeted me and instantly put me at ease, introducing me to Marcus and dink and giving me a grand tour of the spacious, modern and well-equipped facility. She led me to the dressing room and had me pick out a wig – I chose red – then instructed me to begin my transformation. I was freshly showered and shaved smooth – every inch of my body except my head – and as I pulled on my black lace bra, panties, stockings and garter, I felt those delicious waves of femininity wash over me. I was thus already getting high when Mistress Colleen, Goddess Kelly and Mistress Kristin arrived, and as Goddess Kelly helped me work on my makeup, I found myself surrounded by four beautiful Dominatrixes, and the rush I was feeling turned into a torrent. I’m not sure how coherent I was in my conversation with them, though I remember confessing to a weakness for strap-ons. Mistress Kristin immediately suggested to the others that I be subject to a gang-bang, at which my heart skipped a beat. Mistress Colleen told me that strap-ons were Mistress Kristin’s specialty. As soon as Goddess Kelly completed work on my lipstick, I looked into the mirror and saw that paulette – that strutting, long-legged, slutty whore of my alter-ego – was at last in full bloom. I was quickly briefed about the supplication ceremony, and before I knew it I was out in the sanctuary, on camera and on my knees, before three beautiful Dommes – Lady Aylha, Mistress Colleen and Mistress Kristin. I was already completely under their spell as I pledged to them my mind, body and soul. They accepted my pledge, and I set immediately to serve them a sumptuous Easter feast. During this, the intensity ebbed somewhat – a welcome respite – but the sheer fun of the experience did not. Just being in the presence of these beautiful Women – knowing well their power and skill – is such a wonderful change for those of us who must live most of our lives in the vanilla world. While they dined I was invited to eat in the kitchen, but naturally I had no appetite, as my stomach was tied in knots in anticipation of the “main event” to follow. After I cleared their table – and received a few sharp whacks on the ass from Mistress Colleen for various infractions – I was told my ritual was about to begin. My heart began to race and my mouth grew dry. I was thrilled and scared, too – I’d served Dommes before, but never any of these Dommes, and never three at once! And while I’d been on camera before, that particular video was mild compared to the gang-bang that had been promised for this occasion. I politely addressed all three Dommes and told them I was nervous but very much wanted to do well. I received smiles and reassurances. Then it began. The Three led me out into the sanctuary. The lights were bright and despite my skimpy attire I could feel their heat. Lady Aylha asked me to slide open one of the long drawers that was built into the floorboards, and from it extracted various instruments, some of which I’d never seen. After I slid the drawer closed, Mistress Colleen and Mistress Kristin took hold of some cuffs and began to cuff my wrists, then led me to the horse, whereupon they changed their mind and decided to use the cuffs on the horse instead. They ordered me to straddle it on all fours, then strapped in my wrists and ankles. I was immobile and completely vulnerable. The spanking began – I’m not sure who it was at first – I believe Mistress Colleen. Her slaps were firm, intense and rapid. She stopped abruptly, then mocked me for not counting them – for I had earned five hundred punishments of various kinds for infractions I had committed during dinner. Mistress Kristin now appeared before me with a strap-on, and ordered me to suck her cock. On the other end, Mistress Colleen roughly yanked my panties aside, exposing my pussy; I felt lube being poured on, then probing fingers. “I wonder whether she can take a whole fist?” mused Lady Aylha. I next felt a tightening around my balls and clit, then sharp, delicious pain – unknown to me at the time the Dommes were fastening half a dozen clips to my balls. I writhed with the CBT, occasional spanking, constant pussy-probing; my high heels fell from my feet; Mistress Kristin meanwhile took hold of the back of my head and thrust her cock deep into my mouth, and laughed as I gagged on it, and ordered me to kiss and lick it, to get it good and lubed, for she was soon to fuck my pussy with it. She abruptly withdrew it and disappeared from view; Mistress Colleen appeared and thrust another dildo in my mouth and tugged at my clit, then I felt Mistress Kristin mount me and begin fucking me. Everything became a blur of thrusting and sucking and sharp pain and exhilaration. I remember writhing under the stress; I remember Mistress Colleen yanking backwards by my balls, pulling me onto Mistress Colleen’s cock; I remember Mistress Colleen pulling the clips from my balls and putting them on my nipples; I remember breaking into a sweat, and being on the edge of orgasm with all the thrusting and writhing – doing everything I could to hold back; I remember Mistress Kristin’s sturdy fucking getting so intense and painful the word “yellow” – cautioning a slow-down – was almost out of my lips. Then I heard someone say “She’s had enough.” Everything abruptly ceased; Mistress Kristin withdrew; Mistress Colleen pulled the dildo from my mouth; I felt my wrists and ankles getting unfastened. I was ordered off the horse; I dismounted with some difficulty, as the room was spinning and my head was somewhere in the stratosphere. I stood unsteadily, gazing at the three Dommes – who seemed to be smiling at me – awaiting my next instructions. Mistress Colleen told me I was free to go, after I had kissed their feet. I did so gratefully, thanked them, then gathered my heels and stumbled out of the sanctuary. Mistress Colleen later came by to talk me down from my high and share insights. I rather quickly made my transformation back to my male identity, touched base with the Dommes, said my last goodbyes and thanks, and headed back out into the vanilla world, already counting the hours till I could return to the Sanctuary to indulge again in the joys of transformation, bondage and servitude there. A Mistress Colleen production © 2002

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