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VRX 9000: Sex Games
Random Adventures - Pixie's Punishment
Part 4: Mistress's Command - Part 1
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The Story:
You arrive back to the table hardly able to walk anymore putting the tray of alcohol down on the table with pale, shaking legs. The ghetto mass pulls the tray from you immediately and while you are sure a few of them are saying something in your direction you don't hear them. Instead you collapse across the front of the table with a hand snaking between your thighs as you moan loudly and shudder unable to take the vibrator humming away inside your sensitive pussy any longer. As everyone is passing out their drinks you unintentionally give everyone a show with your pale, plump ass raised in the air shuddering as you cum hard bent against the table. When you finally finish with a long low moan of embarrassment and pleasure you slowly sink down to your knees next to the table trying to huddle up into a very embarrassed and humiliated ball.
Curled up and horrified you finally register the laughter of all the black bimbos and glance up meekly to see most of the ones on the edge of the table bent over watching you and pointing. Most of them have their phones out recording. You almost begin sobbing right then but you hear your mistress's voice over the booming bass of the club. "Under the table, Pixie." She commands.
You eagerly take her advice and crawl under the table trying to hide your utter embarrassment but you quickly find it involves climbing among the legs of all these disgusting women. Many of them prod and poke you and rest their disgusting feet on top of you. Some of them kick you and others press their shoes painfully into your sides. But you are under the table and the world can't see your practically naked cunt filled to the brim with a thick vibrator humming away. Most of all you are away from their laughter and their phones, although you can still hear some of them and some of them do stick their phones under the table. Still, it is much better than it was. You instinctively crawl over to your mistress but don't dare get close enough to peak up at her.
"Good girl, Pixie." You hear from above, obviously your mistress's voice. You can tell which pair of legs are hers immediately, the only good looking ones in the center. For some reason that makes you feel a little better trying not to have a heart attack from extreme embarrassment. You bring one hand back between your meaty thighs and moan softly, the vibrator not turning off lodged up your stretched slit. Your mistress's voice pulls your attention away regardless. "I am your goddess now Pixie. I will have you worship me." You hear her explain, slowly sliding out of her shoes. You look at her a little worried but a little in awe. Even her feet are perfect. "You will no longer call me mistress, but goddess. All of your time spent with me will be doing as I wish and worshiping my body. Understand that as long as you do what I tell you I won't give you to the likes of these." She says indicating the ghetto trash around her.
You nod slowly under the table soaking it all in. That doesn't sound so bad. She is really attractive and the salvation away from this mob of ghetto trash really appeals to you. You then realize she probably can't see your nod and quickly speak up with a squeak. "Yes, goddess." You whimper with a little bit of a ragged gasp. This won't be so bad, you hope.
"Good girl, Pixie." She says once again, then pushes one of her feet out towards you running it along your face. "You will start by worshiping my feet. Clean them with your lips and tongue until every inch is clean. Show me that you are capable of pleasing me."
You feel the foot pressing against your face and turn your eyes down to it with a soft whimper. Are you really going to suck someone's foot? Even you are a bit disgusted at the idea, and you've tried to expand your horizons. God the vibrator won't stop! You moan softly into the foot and blush as she presses her toe between your lips as you gasp. Without much choice and trembling from your orgasm you close your lips and suck on your new mistr... goddess's big toe. While it doesn't taste bad and is extremely clean you still gag softly, closing your lips on it and sucking on it. You can't believe you are doing this! You bring your head forward then back over and over sucking on it before releasing it and running your tongue along then in-between her toes with yet another small gag. How did you end up in this position?
Your goddess told you no one else would touch you if you pleased her but you still shy back and shudder in disgust as several other bare feet from the ghetto trash around you press and rub against your bare skin. Their feet are not clean in the least. Trying to ignore them and moaning softly again into Morgan's feet you suck on several smaller toes at once bobbing your head forward and back while running your tongue out to please them. You suck and lick at her toes for a few minutes trying not to gag before she raises her sole to you. Blushing deeply and moaning with the vibrator still stretching your sopping wet cunt you run your tongue all the way up it with. You whimper doing that over and over lapping up the bottom of her foot while shuddering and moaning from the vibrator still fucking your tight little hole.
Eventually you suck on her very heel until she gratefully switches feet having you clean the other. Moaning even louder now and trembling you quickly move on to the next sucking on her toes and running your tongue between them. You still gag not getting over how disgusting it is no matter how clean or how hot your goddess is. But you do what you have to while dripping wet, ass in the air. By the time you are lapping up the bottom of her foot again your knees have come together trembling and you are moaning uncontrollably. Eventually you can't take it, blushing deeply and cumming while sucking on your mistress's heel.
As you cum your mistress smothers your face with her newly cleaned feet until you finish. To your intense relief not long after she turns off the vibrator with her remote. "Good job Pixie, you are going to do well." Morgan says to you from above the table. "Now come rest your head on my thigh for me so I can get at you." She says calmly running her foot along your cheek.
You nod against her foot then scoot forward to rest your head right in her lap not daring to look up as you do. You know your mistress enough from online to know what she wants. "Oh good girl Pixie. You just keep surprising me on how well behaved you are acting tonight. Maybe I didn't need that blackmail after all." She says slowly stroking your hair. You just blush, both fuming and humiliated. You'd never go through with this without the blackmail. Maybe she'll... no. She won't. You whimper softly as you let her brush your hair. "Take it out and clean it." Your mistress says to some of the other girls.
You just blush more as the ghetto trash girls pull your ass over to them just to undo your string bikini and work the vibrator out of you. You hate them having their hands on you so much you can't stand it. You almost pull away and tremble but you manage to hold it together as they rehook your string bikini on you then push you away. It seems they are under Morgan's control as much as you are. Probably not in the same manor. Regardless, you are pretty happy to have the vibrator taken out finally, you are not sure you'd be able to stand or even crawl if she made you ride it for another orgasm. The girls even gently clean you up. But your new goddess isn't done with you.
"Open wide, Pixie." Morgan commands and you do as she says still not looking up. You see a spider-ring gag in her hands and tremble slightly as she fits it in. You've never been worried about gags in the past, you actually liked them since they made it possible to play with your mistress upstairs without alerting your parents to your activities. Yet with your mistress in person it is taking on quite the new meaning. You feel it get strapped around your head then panic and fight against your drool as she pulls out a thick black leather blindfold and starts to put it you. You manage to only squirm slightly starting to breath heavily desperately trying not to drool on your goddess.
Thankfully once the blindfold is on she pushes you to the side to the next girl. "Put the collar on her then present her to me at the front of the table." Morgan commands. You feel her moving out of the booth to your right and blush as you are left to the ghetto trash. They grab your hair roughly and put a thick collar on you choking you slightly before locking it on. You hear the lock of a padlock and tremble realizing you can't take it off. Before you can really worry about how bad of a situation you are in now you cry out as something tugs hard on your collar, likely a leash, and you are unceremoniously drug up to standing then worked out of the booth.
You walk awkwardly then stand there even more awkwardly knowing you are just there in your string bikini standing in front of everyone with a blindfold, collar, and gag. You don't know what to do with your hands, finally resting them at your side with a bit of drool trailing down over your pale tits. You tremble and whimper scared of what they plan on doing with you like this. You can smell your goddess approach and know that she has taken your leash. "Come, Pixie. Slowly so that you don't trip." She commands then tugs lightly on the leash. You nod, unable to speak well, and slowly follow the leash as you walk in the most humiliated way through the club. As you walk you can hear it all, jeers, cat calls, everything. Girls spank your ass and grab your tits but none of them dare do it except just in passing with your mistress with you. Damn how did it come to this? You are so scared! The pit in your stomach is growing like crazy and you can hardly contain it. You have to physically fight yourself from huddling up in a scared ball on the ground trembling with each step.
Eventually you get to where you were going and your mistress seems to have sat down somewhere. "On all fours, Pixie." She commands. You slowly do as she is told feeling the cold, disgusting ground of the club under you as you go down to all fours. You arch your back slightly and stick up your ass knowing the position well from your online sessions. You know everyone will have an amazing view of your ass and tits now, and even your pussy. You have no illusions on how poorly your string bikini is covering it between your meaty thighs. You tremble in the position almost physically feeling everyone's eyes leering over your body until you grunt softly as your goddess simply rests her legs on your back.
You blink under the blindfold in surprise. She is using you as a foot rest? You grunt again under the weight of her well-muscled legs blushing deeply in the position. You then hear her strike up a conversation with someone nearby who you can't quite tell if she is hitting on, or if it is another mistress talking about the trade. You can hardly hear them over the booming of the bass of the club. For what seems like eternity, which is more like thirty minutes you endure being a scantily-clad leg-rest for your mistress. You keep your ass stuck out and your breasts visible and hold up the weight of her legs with your back. Worse, you have time to thing in this predicament. Everything else went so fast and you were so scared you could hardly think. Now, it all catches up to you.
You are pretty much naked in the club! You wouldn't be surprised to see pictures or even videos of you show up online. Even worse what if someone you knew was here? You don't know that many lesbians but still you know enough. Do any of them come here? Are any in town? Regardless you keep a red face of humiliation as you know you drool on the floor and have a nice gloss over your pale tits which the many club lights play off of. You hear people snickering nearby and feel the flash of cameras every now and then. Your mistress seems to make everyone stay back for the most part but the occasional drunk or extremely confident woman comes up and gives your ass a good squeeze or your tits a slap. The entire time you tremble scared under their constant attention. You feel like a thing instead of a person and struggle not to sob.
After forever Morgan finally pulls her legs off of your back and finally rests them next to you, her heels clacking against the floor. "You've done good Pixie. I think it is time for your reward." She announces. "On your knees, facing me." She commands.
You do as she asks following her voice then blush as she runs a hand gently through her hair. Wow, why do you like that so much? You feel her tug on the leash gently then let your face get pulled forward. You soon feel her bare skin on your cheeks with a blush. Is this really happening? "I'm sure you know what to do. After all, you've told me as such." Morgan says with a bit of humor hanging on the tip of her tongue. You do know what to do. Between your goddess's perfect dark thighs you run your tongue out and feel her perfectly shaved pussy. It tastes so good! Even without seeing it you immediately know it is the best you've ever run across. It just makes you blush even deeper realizing it is your reward.
Licking it slowly and all the way across you realize you are actually really nervous, butterflies going crazy in your stomach. You actually want to please your goddess. You don't want to disappoint her! You start doing your best to eat her out slowly forgetting about kneeling practically naked in front of her eating her out in public. You run your tongue sensually up and down her absolutely perfect tight slit while blindfolded. It makes it harder, and you blush realizing you can't really use your lips with this gag, but do your best. You press your tongue fully against her tight slit and start to probe it slowly fucking it making your goddess shift in her seat.
Eventually you find her clit and start to flick it and rub it getting a very faint gasp out of your mistress. Or so you think, it is hard to tell in the club if she is enjoying it. You eventually get back to lapping up her cunt and get rewarded by your mistress running one of her thick thighs over your head pinning you into her wet cunt. Buried between the black goddess's legs you lap up her perfect pussy over and over before fucking it with your tongue. You want to please her so badly! You are not sure why, but you do. Eventually you feel her hand in your hair gripping it and her hips start to slowly rotating against your face and tongue as you eat her out.
Eventually you feel a slight shudder and really fuck her perfect cunt with your tongue as she grinds her pussy against your face until she has a very perfect orgasm against you. You are forced to ride it out lapping up her juices until she finally lets you go, drooling over your glistening breasts again as you get to pull away. After a few moments of what you assume is your mistress covering herself back up and cleaning herself she finally speaks with a pleased voice. "Very good Pixie. I hope you enjoyed your reward for pleasing me. You have a lot of work to do to learn how to please me correctly, that too far too long, but I won't punish you on your first attempt."
You hear her get up then blushing furiously. She didn't like it? But you made her cum! You curse softly realizing she is probably used to a lot better, someone like her. It makes you feel horrible and all of your terrible feelings come rushing back. Shame, embarrassment, humiliation at being naked and scared at being under her control like this. You hear her speak to someone nearby. Before you know it someone lifts you up to your feet and your blindfold gets removed. You don't see your mistress anymore, she must have walked off, but you see two of the ghetto bitches standing next to you. They take off your gag next but they don't remove your collar suddenly grabbing the leash and starting to walk.
Humiliated beyond believe at following these two disgusting women through the club via your leash you have to deal with it, pale ass shifting and bouncing lightly in view of everyone while your tits are on almost full display. You whimper as one of them smacks your ass to speed you up and the two girls bring you right out of the club before handing you your purse back before just simply leaving you there after taking the leash leaving you in your locked collar. You tremble slightly standing outside on your own almost naked before taking a deep sigh trying not to sob and scramble away quickly towards your car making the long walk.
When you finally make it you jump inside and lock the door and just tremble holding yourself in the front seat curling into a ball. You do your best not to sob but the entire experience rushes over you and you shed a few tears regardless, although you are proud of yourself that it isn't more. After a while of pulling yourself together you finally drive home with the pit in your stomach still burning in you that you almost throw up again. Your parents have no idea when you get home which you are thankful for. You don't want anyone seeing you like this. You quickly rush upstairs and collapse on your bed and fall asleep.
The next day you tremble as you grab your phone but have no contact from Morgan. Not knowing what that means you check your other social media quickly but there are no videos of your sessions posted online. What does it mean? You toss and turn in your bed wondering what it means scared to leave your covers but eventually wash away your fear and filth in the shower. You spend the rest of the day nervously checking your phone but nothing ever comes. Was it a bad nightmare? Did you do such a bad job that she is done with you? Do you want to be done with her? Your emotions are too much to control and you end up trembling and curled up in your bed at several other parts of the day.
Then, just as you are going to sleep you get another email from her on your phone. Holding your breath you open it scared to even read it. You quickly realize she has orders for you to go someplace new tomorrow.
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