Dinner Party & Auction Pt. 2 - WLW

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A buzz of excitement fills the room as the guests eagerly listen to my instructions, their eyes running over you, scanning every inch of your body. I can see the desire in their eyes, a desire to be the one to claim you, to possess and control you. You stand by my side, still and unwavering, a testament to your obedience and loyalty.

I give you the scenarios that correspond with each participating guest, and you close your eyes, focus your thoughts, and prepare to serve. Each guest is different, each desire unique, and each challenge a test of your devotion. You breathe deeply and exhale gently, your heart racing as you await your first command.

You steady yourself with the reminder that you are doing this to please me. The first guest approaches you, a tall, lanky woman in a skin-tight red dress with a stern gaze and a firm voice. Kneel at my feet, she orders, and you obey without hesitation.

You lower yourself elegantly to the ground, knees touching the polished floor, and place your hands behind your back, presenting your naked body to her. You feel the chill of the room seeping through your skin, igniting a fire within you that burns with desire to please. You are a magnificent sight, she murmurs, running her hands over your body.

Now let me see how well you can serve. She purrs the commands for you to lick her shoes. You do so without complaint.

Each pass of your tongue over the polished leather makes you more eager to please. As you kiss and lick the shoes, you can feel the heat of the woman's gaze upon you. Suddenly, the sharp familiar sensation of a cane licks the tender flesh of your ass.

You let out soft whimpers as you continue the worship of her shoes, the barrage of strikes leaving criss-crossed welts on your skin, each one harsher than the last. I watch as you struggle to keep composure and stay astutely in servitude to me. The first challenge is already a difficult one, and you begin to wonder how much you can actually endure.

With one final strike that etches a searing pain that instantly makes your cunt throb and ache, she commands you to stop. Beads of sweat begin to form along your skin. Everyone's gaze is upon you as they mingle around the room, enjoying the delights before them.

I lean over, my breath hot in your ear. Good pet, you're off to a great start. Remember, no matter what happens, you are to think of only pleasing me and making me proud.

I walk over to a large leather chair to observe the room, leaving you to do as commanded by my guests. The second scenario is presented. A butch woman in a dark blue and off-white suit approaches you.

She demands that you serve her drinks while she relaxes in a plush armchair. You respond with your usual grace and elegance, slipping into the role of their personal attendant for the evening. Her preference is that of a service slave for the evening.

You can feel her eyes on you, sizing you up, examining how well you cater to her every whim. You have done this so many times over the past few months that you know this challenge isn't at all easy to get through, as you must cater to her through the remaining challenges. The third guest, another powerful woman with long, dark hair and piercing eyes, steps forward.

You rise to your feet as she commands, your body trembling with anticipation. I am going to spank you. I want to see how you take my pain and pleasure.

She growls, and you swallow hard. You know that this is something you've been trained to endure, and you're determined to do it well. The woman bends you over the table and begins to spank your already tender, welted ass.

The sting of her hand echoes through the room. You let out soft moans of submission as each blow falls, your body aching with each impact. I watch from the sidelines, a mixture of arousal and admiration washing over me as I witness the symphony of pleasure unfolding before my eyes.

It was a sight to behold, the dance of submission and domination playing out like a well-rehearsed performance. Blow after blow lands upon you. I see the wetness dripping down your thighs as the desire in you swells.

As the torment wore on, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at facilitating such an exquisite display of power dynamics. Eventually the swats cease, and you feel something firm enter you. Your legs spread open even wider, your cunt open and eager to take in the strap that is so expertly pumping in and out of you.

Your hips are pushed painfully into the edge of the large mahogany table. The conversation's buzzing around you. Another woman with her hair pulled back in a ponytail wearing a tight blouse and short skirt commands her submissive to climb on the table in front of you with her legs spread.

She presents her hot, wet pussy in front of you. You see the glint of a gold ring on her clit, a sign of her ownership. The arousal emanating from her wafts headily towards you, and your mouth begins to water.

Your owner grabs your hair, forcing your anxious mouth onto her needy, wet lips. Make her come, if you can, she purrs in your ear. With the relentless pumping into you, you do as commanded.

Sensually you lap your tongue between the engorged lips, sucking at the gilded clit pulling it into your mouth and fucking the eager cunt with your tongue, your moans of pleasure being pounded out of you into her, the welt stinging red hot as more slaps befall your ass. The other slave's erotic moans burst out of her as the twitching convulsions of pleasure burst into your mouth. Cum drips down onto your chin, a puddle on the table a remnant of a job well done.

You hold back your climax, as you've been trained to do. You know that betraying the rule of not coming unless commanded by me holds you to your devotion and commitment. Though you could explode at any moment, you want nothing more than to please me.

The air thickens with anticipation and desire. The other femdoms move around the room with a sense of power and control, each one exuding confidence in their dominance. They take turns exploring the depths of your submission, pushing you to your limits with their expert touch and skillful manipulation.

Still bent over the table with tears starting to stream down your face, you feel hands exploring and probing every inch of your body, your hard nipples pinched and pulled as small yelps emanate from your lips, your clit rubbed and tugged on. At one point you feel a mouth hot and wet on your asshole. You aren't sure who it is or how long it lasts, as the intoxication of so much attention on you puts you in a delirious state of pleasure and desire.

Suddenly you are lifted up off the table and you hear my familiar voice. Good girl, you're doing so well, but you are far from being done. I want you to crawl over to that wall.

Keep making me proud. Crawling on your hands and knees, you follow the command, your naked body glistening with sweat and shaking with exhaustion, yet your spirit burning with desire to continue. Your knees scrape against the polished floor, each movement a testament to your obedience and devotion.

Despite what you've endured so far, you slink over with grace and elegance. Your eyes are locked on a flogger hanging there, its long tails whispering a promise of pain and pleasure in the excitement of the room. Now, reach out and take it over to her.

I point to a woman you hadn't noticed before, donning all leather sitting at the end of the table. In a single graceful motion, you stretch your arm toward the flogger, your fingers wrapped around its cool leather handle. It's heavier than you expect, and your tired muscles tense as you lift it off the wall high above your head.

The room falls into quiet murmurs. Your heart pounds in your ears as you feel the weight of expectations upon you. The air now full of curiosity as what's to come next.

Your heart pounds as this does not feel like any trial you have been through before. You don't know why, but the atmosphere has changed, and the fear begins to grip you. I sense your hesitation, and immediately give you five swats of my cane on your shaking thighs.

Fuck, you say to yourself, knowing that you messed up. You know full well that you made a mistake with your hesitation. Now, the hiss in my voice cuts through the tension like a knife, and you clench your teeth, forcing yourself to focus.

Your blood rushes through your veins as you feel the heavy flogger in your hand, the dangerous weight of it pressing against your palm. The sting of the previous swats still lingers on your skin, a constant reminder of the intense power dynamics at play. Your heart races as you approach the woman.

You present the flogger to her with your head bowed. She lifts it up and inspects the instrument before signaling you to rise. It's a simple hand gesture, but one you know all too well.

You put your hands behind your head, unlock your fingers together, lifting your matted damp hair. You present your back to her, legs spread with an aching, dripping cunt exposed to the chilly air. Hushed whispers grow into a curious rambling.

She begins to swing the flogger, the long tails whipping through the air like a meteor shower, each one connecting with your back with an audible thud. Each strike, the room fills with a chorus of gasps and sighs that draw out the sound of your rapid breathing. Your arms tire quickly, but the desire to continue to please and the fear of failure propel you forward.

You've grown accustomed to this kind of pain. As the whipping wears on, I can't help but feel a sense of pride at facilitating such an exquisite display for use. You are resplendent in your devotion and servitude to me.

The others know not to interrupt the woman bearing lash after lash upon you. They watch with wild curiosity and enthusiasm. You see the other slaves that attended the dams begin an orgy of pleasure and pleasing.

Wet sounds and the scent of arousal permeate the air, thick with desire and come. Your body is twisted in pain and pleasure of all manners. Your eyes glisten with tears as the leather throngs redden your back.

And just as you think you can't take much more, the woman finally ceases her flogging, her breasts ragged and chest heaving. She reaches out, her fingers brushing against the delicate sensitive skin on your back, trailing down to your wet cunt. You've done well, she whispers, her fingers dipping between your folds.

The other femdoms in the room, taking their cue, begin to gather around you, their hands exploring your body with relentless enthusiasm. One presses her fingers into your clit, another wraps her tongue around your nipple, and another goes straight for your wet entrance, thrusting deep inside you. You cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, your body trembling under their expert touch.

They each take turns exploring and tormenting you, until you feel as though you might explode. I watch from my seat, my heart pounding with a mix of lust, jealousy, and pride. I can see the other femdoms desiring you as I do, their eyes wide and hungry.

They are seeing the embodiment of submission and.