Post by irresistibleiris on Nov 7, 2007 13:08:18 GMT 1
Everytime I enter a good equipped playroom, I always get that feeling of excitement, mixed with a tiny dose of fear and joy. A strange and wonderful sensation though, an addictive one!
People glanzed at us, me the girl with the hands tied back and the collar round her neck, guided by her leash by the two gentleman in black. Well I can tell you already that they weren’t gentle at all! They forced me down on my knees and told me to sit there and be quiet. Everytime I tried to speak,one of them slapped me and pushed me down. I became angry but that just seem to make them more anxious to hit me again. After a while I became more docile and when Master asked me to kiss his hands and lick his boots I immediately responded…
But they weren’t ready to let me go yet! I had to obey them in every humiliating way that you can think of, and afterwards I had to crawl on my hands and knees! Saying I’m sorry Master, I will be a good girl! Lots of people where watching us, and suddenly I saw the sexy little girl who had danced with me downstairs. She politely asked Master something in a soft voice and Master nodded his head…he is a man of few words…
So she fell to the floor and started kissing me passionately…on my lips, ears, chin, and I kissed her back. Lower she went, kissing my shoulders and neck , my nipples, my…..Okay, that’s enough for you, you greedy, nosy, horny partypeople! More then enough! I was soaring through the playroom, feeling light and heavenly as if I had wings! Master took me by the hand and asked if I was up for a drink. He tenderly caressed my hair and told me that I was a good girl. But he also told me that I was a a slut as well, for getting so carried away, playing and kissing a girl I never saw before in my life! And then he smiled.
"Thank you Master", I giggled.
Downstairs we went. Master sometimes had to leave the dance floor to speak to somebody or watch something of his interest, sometimes the stranger went with him, and they left me all by myself. Master told me to behave like a good slavegirl and wait for them to come back. But you know guys…Every time he disappeared I started dancing, chatting and flirting like crazy! I just can’t help myself! I want to behave, I really mean it! But fetish party’s like Boudoir Bizarre, always bring out the worst (or best?) in me!
Are you able to wait a week or so? Promise I’ll be back!
Lots of love,
Iris
People glanzed at us, me the girl with the hands tied back and the collar round her neck, guided by her leash by the two gentleman in black. Well I can tell you already that they weren’t gentle at all! They forced me down on my knees and told me to sit there and be quiet. Everytime I tried to speak,one of them slapped me and pushed me down. I became angry but that just seem to make them more anxious to hit me again. After a while I became more docile and when Master asked me to kiss his hands and lick his boots I immediately responded…
But they weren’t ready to let me go yet! I had to obey them in every humiliating way that you can think of, and afterwards I had to crawl on my hands and knees! Saying I’m sorry Master, I will be a good girl! Lots of people where watching us, and suddenly I saw the sexy little girl who had danced with me downstairs. She politely asked Master something in a soft voice and Master nodded his head…he is a man of few words…
So she fell to the floor and started kissing me passionately…on my lips, ears, chin, and I kissed her back. Lower she went, kissing my shoulders and neck , my nipples, my…..Okay, that’s enough for you, you greedy, nosy, horny partypeople! More then enough! I was soaring through the playroom, feeling light and heavenly as if I had wings! Master took me by the hand and asked if I was up for a drink. He tenderly caressed my hair and told me that I was a good girl. But he also told me that I was a a slut as well, for getting so carried away, playing and kissing a girl I never saw before in my life! And then he smiled.
"Thank you Master", I giggled.
Downstairs we went. Master sometimes had to leave the dance floor to speak to somebody or watch something of his interest, sometimes the stranger went with him, and they left me all by myself. Master told me to behave like a good slavegirl and wait for them to come back. But you know guys…Every time he disappeared I started dancing, chatting and flirting like crazy! I just can’t help myself! I want to behave, I really mean it! But fetish party’s like Boudoir Bizarre, always bring out the worst (or best?) in me!
Are you able to wait a week or so? Promise I’ll be back!
Lots of love,
Iris
