The Bride is the Mistress

... Soon, a beautiful appetizer, champagne, and cognac were on the table, candles were burning, and shadows darted around the room, giving a sinister look to this feast. The mistress gave a glance, and the glass was filled.

 — From now on, you will all be my slaves at my feet, not always together, but nonetheless. And I will do with you what I deem necessary, and if I want love, I will use any of you or all of you as I desire. These two are under me now, and you will stay here for now—open your mouth.

When my friend opened his mouth, the mistress spat into it. After that, she proceeded with the meal. Lighting an expensive cigarette, she flicked the ash into my

friend's mouth. Snacking on olives, she spat the pits into his mouth, and he had to swallow them. Finishing her smoke, the mistress extinguished the cigarette on his chest and shoved the butt into his mouth, which he chewed and swallowed. After that, she spat into his mouth once more. Quiet music was playing, and the mistress tapped her little heels on my face.

At the end of the dinner, she urinated into her husband's mouth and moved onto my friend's back so he could carry her to the bathroom. We all followed her; in the bathroom, I served as a stool, while the two slaves washed and caressed the beautiful mistress. Her husband carried her to the bedroom on his back, and we accompanied them right to the bed. All three of us took our places in the bed: the husband under her butt, and we under her beautiful feet. She didn't take off her shoes, so the sharp heels were positioned on our faces.

 — Lick the ass!

The husband had seen what happens when one disobeys and immediately began to please his wife. As she became aroused, the mistress began to lift her butt, and her feet in shoes started digging into our faces. At some point, the mistress grabbed her husband by the hair, pulled him to her, and, pressing his face into her pussy, began to fuck him, moving up and down on his face. Her feet rhythmically pounded our faces, tearing open recently healed wounds with the sharp heels. Finally, a short cry, and the mistress began to cum, rising on her heels and convulsing.

The heels, pressed into the face, hammered the same spot, tearing the skin and penetrating deeper and deeper into the face. A little time passed, and the mistress calmed down but didn't change her position; the heels remained on the inflicted wounds, bringing unbearable suffering to me and my friend. The mistress's breathing calmed, and she fell asleep, dropping her knees apart and digging her heels even harder into our faces. Finally, her knees lay on the sheets, and we were able to remove the shoe heels from our faces. The husband lay covered by the mistress's ass and wheezed quietly; apparently, she had lain on him very heavily. This went on for half the night.

In her sleep, the mistress quietly complained that she was cold, and my friend and I crawled out from under the bed and lay down on either side, warming her body, while the husband breathed under her ass. The whole night passed like this, and morning came. The mistress slept for a long time and, upon waking, sent my friend to prepare breakfast, sat on the bed and urinated into her husband's mouth, and announced to me that I was the senior slave and would be in charge. To start, let her husband suck me off fully. For this, she suggested I lie on her and kiss her hard. When I did, I felt my cock was in her husband's mouth, and he was sucking it. My cock began to get excited, and I started kissing the mistress with great passion.

My cock grew bigger and bigger, and the head pressed right into the mistress's husband's throat, making it contract convulsively. This gave me great pleasure, and my cock was hard as a rock. I began to fuck his mouth, making powerful up-and-down movements, trying to thrust my cock as deep as possible. The mistress bit into my lips with all her might, and this triggered the strongest orgasm in me. Sensing my spasms, she grabbed my cock with her hand and inserted it into her vagina, just a second before the first ejaculation.

I had never had such a strong orgasm. I thrashed and pulsed on her pussy for about three minutes without stopping. She responded in kind, riding my cock and pressing me into her, tightly wrapping her arms and legs around me. Without releasing her embrace, she quieted down and dozed off. The slave beneath me began to snore and smack, diligently licking; apparently, my sperm and the mistress's secretions started flowing from our genitals onto his face. This went on for quite a while; finally, everything flowed out along with my cock, which fell right into his mouth. He continued to suck it, and I perked up again, and after a few minutes, I came once more right into his mouth. After that, everything quieted down, and my cock, having shrunk in size, slipped out of his mouth, but my balls ended up in its place, and while the slave sucked and drew them in, I peacefully fell asleep on my mistress, warming her with my body.

However, this didn't last long; the mistress had slept well and woke up very quickly.

 — Alright, you two caress my titties, and you—she pointed at me—march under the ass.

Everything was executed instantly. And so the mistress, with her legs and arms spread wide, lies blissfully moaning, while three slaves caress all her sweet spots.

 — Oh, how could I forget, today I have an invitation to a party with my girlfriends, quickly make me a makeup chair.

Two slaves approached the pouf and, tilting their heads back, placed them on the pouf from behind, while I placed my head, face up, on the pouf from the front. The mistress sat so that halves of her ass were on the slaves' faces, and her pussy was on my face; her shoes rested on my stomach. While the mistress was doing her makeup, I licked her pussy, and her mood was excellent.

Then she stood on me and said that she wouldn't tolerate being late and we had very little time to dress and style her. We tried as best we could, though we couldn't avoid slaps and heel strikes on various parts of our bodies.

 — I'm leaving, and you must arrive in an hour, but only in black masks—the guests have no need to see your bruised faces. And she left, slamming the door. An hour later, having tidied ourselves up and put black masks on our faces, all three of us set off for the given address. Ringing the entrance door, we entered the apartment and remained standing in the hallway, awaiting instructions. Our mistress came and ordered everyone to strip naked, leaving only the masks on our faces.

After some time, we were invited into the room. It was simply a huge room, filled with semi-darkness. There were plenty of guests, all of whom were female. This both delighted and alarmed. Women had always been merciless to us men. No mercy or leniency could be expected. My eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness, and I began to make out faces. The girls were all around 18-20 years old or slightly older. However, all of them were wearing high-heeled shoes, which was somewhat alarming.

The mistress stood up and said quietly:

 — Well, as I promised you, here are my three slaves, and today you will practice using slaves for your desires. Think about your aspirations regarding males, your secret desires and fantasies. Today, all of this can be put into practice. Sit for now, gather your thoughts, and warm yourselves up a bit with champagne. There were three centers in the room where girls were sitting, and we were distributed evenly. I ended up on a sofa with three young girls, two of whom were very young, and in one of them, oh horror, I recognized my younger sister.

I was wearing a black mask and wasn't afraid of being recognized, but my sister's presence in the upcoming ordeal was somewhat alarming. In front of each sofa was a table with drinks, and I watched as my little sister sipped champagne, and at just eighteen years old. I lay along the sofa, and the girls placed their feet in shoes with sharp heels on me. My little sister got the spot near my face, and she joyfully planted her shoes on my face. Moreover, she didn't sit still but kept dancing to the music and tapping her heels.

Unexpectedly, she stood on my

face; she didn't weigh much, and I wasn't too harmed; she spun around a bit, as if testing it out, straightened her shamelessly short skirt, and sat back down. The music grew louder, and my little sister began to hammer me with her heels, lifting and forcefully dropping her feet onto my face. It was as if she was trying out a new amusement for herself and listening to her sensations.

 — Girls, you can dance on the slaves, and if you feel unsteady, let your friends hold your hands. My little sister instantly jumped up and danced on my chest, the second friend holding her hands. After they got a bit accustomed, both of them were already jumping on my chest. Their heels were very sharp with steel tips. So they quickly tore my chest to blood. But I had to endure, without saying a word. At the end of the music, they ceremoniously marched over me from feet to face several times back and forth. Apparently, trampling a slave lying underfoot was a great pleasure for them.

 — Mistress, what can we do with the slave?

 — Whatever you want, he's a thing, and a multifunctional one at that.

 — How so?

 — Very simply, he can serve as any item in the apartment.

 — I see, like a chair, a hobby horse, a vibrator, a bidet, and a toilet.

 — And where did you learn so much?

 — Oh, just interested in the Internet.

 — Well then, go ahead, satisfy your curiosity!

The third girl quietly went to another group, and I was left at the mercy of these two minors.

 — Well, girlfriend, let's start with the vibrator.

 — Let's, I've never tried it.

My little sister sang in a velvety voice:

 — Slave, act like a stool.

I obeyed, and my little sister sat on my face with her butt.

It must be said that she wasn't wearing panties; apparently, she had prepared in advance. She wasn't particularly hygienic, however, like many her age, so I immediately received a whole bouquet of secretions and smells, from the smell of urine to the smell of feces and girl's discharge.

 — Slave, lick everything clean, or I'll punish you.

I had no choice; I began to lick the crotch of my own younger sister. I licked for a long time and thoroughly, gradually moving to the pussy and ass. When I reached the clitoris, the girl trembled and began to wiggle her butt on my face. It felt like she was riding a bicycle.

 — Girlfriend, you'll suffocate him.

 — So what, it's my thing.

 — Yes, but what if you break it?

These words affected my little sister, and she reluctantly began to slide off me.

 — Oh, I need to pee.

 — And what, you're going to pee on his face?

 — Not on the face, but in the mouth. Slave, open your mouth.

I opened my mouth, and a stream from my little sister's pussy flowed into me, first timid, then strong; she strained, and I saw her little belly tighten. Finally, the stream subsided; I wiped her pussy, and she stood up.

 — Well, girlfriend, now it's your turn.

 — What, I can't.

 — You can, just sit on him and sit.

The second girl's butt sat on me. She sat and didn't move, listening to new sensations. I licked her butt, and she jumped on my face. Then she sat back down more firmly and waited. I licked again and again; the girl patiently waited to see what would happen.

She was clean and smelled nice; I went over her butt and moved to the pussy. After working on the outer labia, I began to lightly touch the inner ones and brush against the clitoris. The girl no longer jerked but immediately sat on my face with all her weight and began to wiggle in rhythm with my movements. This wasn't enough for her, and she grabbed my chin, pressing herself against my face tighter and tighter. By the time of orgasm, she had bloodied my nose and lips and came with such force that I thought I wouldn't survive. Finally, she released me and rolled onto the sofa. Both miscreants sat, leaning back on the sofa and spreading their legs. Their eyes were half-closed; they rested, indulging in new sensations.

 — Rug!

I lay on the floor and offered my chest. Both girls placed their feet on me and began to chat about what had happened. Both liked it, though my little sister was the instigator and idea person. She knew surprisingly much about the mistress theme. Apparently, character and time spent on the Internet had done their job.

 — I want to pee too.

 — Don't lift him into a stool; just squat over his face and pee into his mouth.

The friend did just that; she stood over my face, spreading her legs on either side of my head, and began to squat, lowering herself more and more. Now her pussy touched my open mouth, now she tensed, and a stream of urine flowed into my mouth.

The stream gradually intensified, but it was noticeable that the girl was shy and holding back. Nature took its course, and the flow gushed at full force. After urinating, she wasn't in a hurry to get up.

 — Oh, there's a poop sticking out of my butt; how can I stand up?

 — Why do you need to stand up? Move your butt over his mouth and poop calmly.

 — But what if it smells in the room?

 — Then sit tighter so the smells only go into the slave.

 — And he'll swallow all of it?

 — What, does he have another option? Where will he go?

Her butt moved over my mouth and squatted with her anus, pressing tightly against my face. The poop was indeed already sticking out of the hole, but I did nothing so as not to scare off the process. And it went; the poop was surprisingly dense and thick; apparently, the girl had needed to poop for a while. Crawling out of the girl's butt, it filled my mouth, and I began to slowly swallow it. Maybe from embarrassment, or maybe just forgetting about me, the girls loudly discussed the behavior of the other guests, whom I still hadn't seen. Meanwhile, the process continued. The girl pooped, and I helped her with it. After farting a few times, she said she was finished. I began to lick her butt, thoroughly cleaning the hole and surrounding area.

Finally, she stood up and said

 — Phew, what a relief!

 — Yes, good for you!

 — What's stopping you?__P_END