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Fetish Party ~ A Submissive’s Lucky Night

The first time I saw Dusty was at a fetish party held by a mutual friend. It had been a boring evening thus far with mostly the same group of playmates. I was just about to make it an early evening and go home when this a sexy, young, and busty brunette similar to myself strolled into the main room. She was hard to miss and at first, I wasn’t sure if she was dominant or submissive since she wasn’t wearing anything at her left or right pockets to indicate her interests. I thought to myself, ‘She must be new at this. Interesting.’ Dusty was dressed in a tight, red latex mini-dress that was unzipped in the front almost down to her navel revealing her ample cleavage squeezed into a black fishnet body stocking and had 6″ spike-heeled thigh-high boots. Dusty intrigued me, so I decided to keep an eye on her that evening. In a way, it no longer mattered if she was dominant or submissive because I had decided that she was the one that I wanted to play with that evening. It just wasn’t determined, yet, if she would be on her knees in front of me or if we would have another on their knees in front of us both.

As Dusty mingled with the group, I followed. I kept a close eye on her posture and body language. She didn’t seem to strut, but moved more as if she was a cat on the prowl, a very sensual creature. Then she struck up a conversation with a submissive male that I had played with on previous occasions. He was the handsome, wealthy, and eager type. I knew that Dusty was his type, at least physically, since he lusted after busty brunettes. So, I watched the interaction carefully. When he spoke to her and was looking at her face, she promptly pushed her chest out, but as soon as his eyes flickered to her more than abundant tits, she would turn away from him. It soon became obvious that Dusty was in fact dominant and she was already in the beginning stages of some serious tease and denial with this submissive male.

I didn’t want to mess up what she had going on with him, but I decided to follow when she began to lead him away from the main room. Just as I suspected, Dusty was leading him to a private playroom upstairs, so I decided to join them. I stepped up and introduced myself to Dusty, completely ignoring her companion. I pulled her to the side and said, “Hello, my name is Mistress Violet.” and she replied, “Hello Mistress, I am Dusty and I was just about to have a little fun with this one.” and she casually flicked her fingers in the waiting man’s direction. She went right to the point. I liked that and her immediately.

I eyed her up and down before replying, “I noticed. In fact, I’ve been watching you all night. I know this submissive and I would like to join you. We could have a lot of fun teasing him together. What do you think?” She smiled. I took that as agreement and proceeded to my favorite playroom. It was a special room that only a few people were allowed to use and I had 1 of only 3 keys. It seemed that Dusty noticed and was eager to enter. I opened the door wide for them to see the Xavier’s cross with leather shackles and the assorted implements of pain and pleasure displayed on the far wall and table. I gave her a moment to take it all in and then said, “I think he should strip now, don’t you Miss Dusty?” Then I slammed the door shut, locked it, and we played into the wee hours of the morning.

I noticed Miss Violet when I walked into the room. She had no idea of who I was and that made me smile. I liked to keep my life private, almost as much as I like obedient men. Miss Violet screamed domination. She oozed bitch and power. I had been following her to parties for some time, observing her mannerisms. I wanted to learn. I was ready to become a Mistress. All I needed was the right moment to approach her.

Tonight was different. I felt so empowered as I was surrounded by men who were eager to please. Most of them were Violet’s cast-offs and they were horny and ready to beg. I had heard about her “special” room. My pussy tingled at the idea of playing with my idol. She was so beautiful and I know my life would change once she taught me the “rules” I needed to succeed.

A few drinks and so many men pleading for my attention, sneaking peeks at my large breasts, had me feeling so horny. It was time to take charge. I motioned to the man I had been teasing all night and looked at Violet, trying to catch her eye. Suddenly, she smiled at me and pointed towards the back of the room. I was in!!

She led me and my “pet” for the evening down a long hall. The room was dimly lit and smelled of incense. She flipped on the light and I was in awe!!! Latex galore. Whips, Devices of torture. She had it all. “Strip, ” she purred. I didn’t waste a moment revealing my taut body, high breasts, and shaved snatch to her. She nodded in approval. “Now, lock him up.” she nodded at my guest. I trembled as I shackled him, revealing his rigid cock. “Now, come to me,” she motioned, spreading her legs, revealing her smooth pussy underneath her leather skirt. First, YOU must learn. Then I will teach you more. I dropped to my knees, shuddering as I touched my tongue to her erect clit. She tasted sweet and I was more than ready to please her. I could hear the moans of my prisoner as he was forced to watch us have sweet sex.

Later, we would teach him how to be an obedient slave. Tonight I would learn how to be one too.

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