Spread your legs wide and masturbate in the Lamborghini

From Create Your Own Story

Current revision as of 17:42, 13 January 2011

You hike up your skirt and pull your panties off. Now that your fuckhole is free you pull down the windshield and let your right leg rest on the car's window for a great view of your sex.

Always being the dirty girl, you begin to harshly rub your clit before letting your fingers pump your twat. Moving at a ferocious pace, you finger fuck yourself utilizing three fingers to put pressure on your G-spot and let your other hand stimulate your clitoris. As you moan and toss your head a bit inside the expensive Lamborghini, you quickly approach orgasm. You keep the up the pace at orgasm and then squirt clear liquid all over the front passenger seat for a long extensive climax. Surprisingly, your mind doesn't register it but during your whole orgasm you moan Vladimir’s name.

Vladimir chuckles a bit and you relax, enjoying the moment, not really thinking about anything for the rest of the journey.

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“What is this place?”

Vladimir drives into a building that on the outside looks like any normal construction but on the inside is only a big garage. All the cars are expensive and from prestigious brands. Vladimir hands over the car to a young girl in a uniform who is definitely to sexy for this kind of work. She should be on the cover of magazines, not parking cars.

You head for an elevator, yet despite being on the ground floor you go down, far down into the underground. Thing get even weirder when the lift stops and you and Vladimir enter a long hallway. There are nothing on the gray walls of the hallway, its completely plain.

At the end of the hallway is a door. Vladimir not only opens the door but opens opens up a whole new world for you.

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This place is surrounded by myth. It’s sometimes mentioned in several gossip magazines but no hard evidence has proven its existence. It’s a place where the wealthy and beautiful go. It’s the “Mistress bar”, although technically it should be considered a nightclub. The bar is far underground and built like a dome. The floor is alive with mostly female domes and slaves partying in perverse pleasure. You see flogging, ass eating, strap on fucking, all the good stuff being performed in the open. You notice three giant balconies dominating the dome ceiling, as if those who are up there are somehow superior to their counterparts on the main floor.

Vladimir addresses you. “I’m sure you heard the rumor about this place. This is the Mistress Bar, a place where the wealthy, rich, famous and female come to live out their BDSM fantasies. In my youth when I was fucking around in the upper classes I noticed that many of the women had sick and twisted fantasies. They just didn’t have a common place to live out those fantasies. So I created this place. Most of the patrons are filthy rich women, and even some celebrities. They play with each other in organized games of sexual dominance and submission. Until recently, men were not allowed down here but recently a vote was cast that let men serve as studs, but they have no real power down here.”

Vladimir takes a deep breath then points at the three giant balconies in the ceiling.

“Do you see those balconies?”

You nod.

“In this place you are ether a Mistress or a slave. The ratio is approximately five slaves for each mistress. The goal is for the mistresses to acquire as many slaves as possible, which can be done through various challenges and tests of one’s sexual prowess. If a mistress loses all her slaves, she can herself be forced to become a slave. The three most powerful women in the bar each receive one of those balconies for her own private harem.”

Vladimir stops to judge your reaction. You are of course stunned. Who would have thought the social elite were into these kinds of perversities?

“Listen very closely, Sharon. I want you to join one of the balcony mistresses and help her in taking down the opposition. I want at least one of the balcony mistresses to become a sacrificial victim at the ceremony. Do you understand?"

“Y, yes,” you reply, with doubt in your voice.

“Good! Now the females in the balconies are Ashanti Yvel (The president for a notorious rap company), Jasmin Escobar (Heiress to a massive drug empire), and Lady Victoria Nelson (Don’t know who she is, but if she has lady in her name she must be high class). One thing more. Take this.” Vladimir gives you a belt with a V symbol on it. ”It symbolizes that you are my property and shouldn’t be harassed.” You put on the belt.

A fine young slave girl approaches you; she is spot naked with the words 'information girl' tattooed on her forehead.

“I will leave you now, Sharon. I trust you will not disappoint, but tread lightly. These women don’t fuck around!”

Vladimir leaves and you are left with information girl. You suppose that you could ask her questions.

• Ask Information about Ashanti Yvel

• Ask information about Jasmin Escobar

• Ask Information about Lady Victoria

• Screw Vladimir’s orders for once and work to establish your own harem of slave girls! One day you will rule this place.