(co-written with @yaazooo)

My Mistress and I have played together now for a few months. It has been a journey of my mind, my body and my soul. I have learned to serve and accept what she asks of me. I cannot explain the desires and fulfillment I get from my love affair with my Mistress. I have learned that ‘surrender’ is not a weakness but strength. To obey blindly is not what my Mistress wants, but rather to fully and willingly trust her, even if it something I don’t want. And that is what leads to my next story…
When I arrived at my Mistress’ house, she was waiting with a big smile. She informed me (a polite way of telling me) that we were going to a costume party that her friends were having. This was sort of a surprise, as I had never met any of her friends. I smiled and looked forward to it. She told me to come to her house beforehand to get ready for the party; she had costumes for us both.
When I got to her house, she had a smile of pure enjoyment on her face! I knew something was going to happen to me…but what??? The door had not even closed, when she smacked my ass hard. I loved it and got an immediate hard on. She said she had a treat for me as she yanked my collar down hard to give me a kiss, biting my lip enough to draw blood. I felt a thrill of terror and excitement run through my body.
When I saw what she wanted me to wear, I almost said ‘no’. It was nothing! I put on the pair of sheer, white pajama pants, and the white mask to cover my face as she attached my collar to a leash. I was totally exposed for all her friends! How could I go? I didn’t even know them but deep inside, I was excited. I could do this.
When my Mistress came in, she was dressed as the exact opposite of me! She had on a full-length black silk dress that outlined her beautiful hips and tiny waist. She left her hair loose as it flowed over her shoulders in waves. Every time I saw her, I understood why I was her slave; she was incredible. My dick started to get hard just looking at her. She immediately noticed, and smiled that ‘smile’ she used only for me. She grabbed my leash and threw me a trench coat.
After pulling up the long drive to a large home, I was told to leave the coat in the car. My humiliation was starting as I felt my face turning bright red, the heat creeping in the pit of my abdomen and to my groin. I was led up the stairs to the door, and we entered the foyer. It was a party unlike any I had ever been too. Being a country boy, I had been to some wild, drunken parties, but this was nothing like that. It was filled with the most beautiful people I had ever seen, all of them dressed like some Roman or Greek God, or Egyptian Pharaoh. The sights were as endless as they were heavenly. Women laughed, sipping champagne as their breast fought against the silk gowns. I am as manly as the come but I could feel my eyes travel down the back of men landing on their tight ass, feeling my cock begin to tingle and grow.
As we entered further into the home, a guest near the door stopped and stared at us. As we made our way inside, all eyes at the party were looking at us. I kept my head and eyes down, feeling the heat of my embarrassment make its way up my neck and face. My Mistress was stopped by the hostess of the party and given a kiss of greeting. My Mistress introduced with a simple wave of her hand. With a lick of her lips, the hostess ran her hand down my stomach and lightly caressed my cock. It jerked at the stroke; my Mistress immediately backhanded my cheek. She said I was there for her pleasure not anyone else’s and that she would not tell me again. The hostess laughed and pointed my Mistress to the drinks.
I poured her a red wine and carried it for her while she talked with her friends. I began to feel a little rebellious… she had put me out for everyone to see but didn’t want me to respond to all the touches and invitations I was getting. Feeling the rebellion building, I began to lean into a hug a little more than necessary or brush up close when I could. Hot women and men were very friendly to me. They caught on that I was rebelling behind my Mistress’ back and would help and encourage me.
I would get a quick kiss or lick on my neck. I felt a strong hand on my ass or a full, heavy boob on my shoulder. My hand would be pressed against a hard dick, stroking it a few times before being pulled away to play with a wet pussy. I loved it; I was available for anyone and everyone and wanted to fuck all of them. Eventually, my Mistress saw what I was doing and whispered to me to ‘just wait till later’. That gave me pause, but I was going for broke now…the punishment was coming, might as well enjoy it. I let hands explore me freely; men would cup and squeeze my balls as they walked by. Women would run a fingertip down my back and crack of my ass as my dick began to swell and harden.
On drive home, we did not talk. I felt the heat of her anger so I didn’t push it anymore. I felt guilty for pushing her and embarrassing her in front of her friends. My punishment was deserved and I would not complain as I let her do to me as she wanted.
Once back, she immediately tied me to the wall and pulled the whip out. She let all her anger out on my back. At first it was heaven, I lost myself in the pain and pleasure. I did not know she stopped till I felt the blood running down my legs. She was looking at me in horror. As she untied me, I fell to the floor. She gently cradled me and said she was so sorry. She helped me to the bed and cleaned me up; her eyes were red and hands shaking. I said it was not her fault, I caused her jealously, and that I pushed her too far.
That night, we made love…like equals, like lovers. It was gentle, soft, unlike anything we have shared. My Mistress pleasured me, licking my balls and cock, drawing me into her mouth as she rubbed my asshole with the tip of her middle finger. Her only goal was to make me cum, over and over…to focus on fulfilling my needs and reassure me of her kindness within. After hours of touching, licking, pinching and stroking till I came on her tits and belly only to cum again filling her hot pussy, we fell asleep as we held each other close.
When she woke up the next day, she found herself tied to the bed. I was sitting on a chair looking at her, admiring her hardening nipples as she became acutely aware of how exposed she suddenly was. She looked at me; first looking mad, moving to nervous…but her glistening pussy was slowly and deliciously giving her excitement away. Now we both wear a collar….