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"Now, clean your naughty pussy from my foot as I cum." As Miss Vee's words swam through my mind, I thought back to a few months ago, before I had experienced any of this. I used to wear cute skirts and white panties and tease myself in bed. I would put my hair in pigtails and put on some thin, girly socks while I edged myself closer and closer to an orgasm. I loved drawing it out as long as I could, never wanting to quite reach the end. But now, I was on the floor with a plug locked in my ass, serving mysterious women in any way they asked. I was so desperate for an orgasm that I wanted to cry, but couldn't help feeling strangely satisfied. This was the most torturous, lengthy denial I'd ever experienced and it was truly challenging; yet fulfilling. The woman across the room started to moan loudly, clearly approaching the edge of her own satisfaction. I had forgotten she was there amidst my horny delirium. "Focus, you, bad girl," Miss Vee stabbed. Her voice cut straight through me. I leaned forward and made sure my mouth looked wide and inviting. Her smooth, warm nylon toes entered my face once again, this time dappled with my naughty taste. The blindfold still hugged my head tightly, but in the darkness I saw everything. The sound of Miss Vee's fingers dipping into her wet honey brought erotic images front and center. I couldn't ignore them, not while I was this turned on and high on the smell of my own arousal. The woman across the room groaned as she fucked herself. The vibrator she used would grow loud, then become quiet as she moved it in and out of almanbahis şikayet her heaving body. Miss Vee finally started to get close as I slid my tongue back and forth over her elegant toes. I could feel them wiggle inside my lips. Her finely manicured foot arched and jittered as I tried to clean it. Mistress spanked my ass, lovingly. I felt overwhelmed by everything happening around me, but not enough to make me forget about the immense frustration inside my ailing body. When would this be over? When would Mistress finally let me cum? I've tried so hard to be her good girl. I hoped to god I was pleasing her tonight. The noisy woman toying herself across the room, starts to erupt. This seemed to trigger Miss Vee, whose toes spread wildly against my tongue. My mind left me after that. It was torturous enough being used to give all these other women hot pleasure, but being this close to them as they came and screamed was too much. Miss Vee's warm, pussy-soaked foot pushed at the back of my throat. I started to gag a little, but accepted it as graciously as I could. I loved the feeling of being used like this and for some reason, the sensation of my gag reflex triggering, caused my tight cunt to get wetter. Though, at this point, I was already sopping down there. Swollen and desperate to be fucked and finished off, I sucked on the delicious, dirty foot. "Ohh, god, that was good," Miss Vee stated, finally catching her breath. She removed her soaked toes from my mouth. Mistress took my leash and tugged me away from the woman I had just worshipped. I almost almanbahis canlı casino begged Mistress to let me cum too, but I managed to stop myself. "Who's next?" Mistress beckoned. The doorbell rang, almost stopping my heart. I couldn't help but get excited, knowing the night was moving forward. Every minute that went by, brought my eventual release closer. At least, that's what I had to tell myself. I couldn't imagine the idea of trying to sleep tonight without getting to gush, cum and free my tight loins from this pent up agony. "Alright, hunny," Mistress whispered, kneeling down to my level. "I'm going to get the door, and after dinner, we're going to let you cum." The crowd of women cheered teasingly. "But," Mistress chimed in, an air of mischief in her tone, "only if you serve your punishment without issue." Mistress handed control of my leash over to someone else and answered the door. I felt myself tremble as I wondered what she meant. I wanted to ask her what my punishment was and how I could serve it 'without issue'. But I didn't dare speak. Not now, not so close to my reward! Mistress strolled back into the room after shutting the front door. "Ladies, the food has arrived," she announced. "Please, when you're ready, make your way into the dining room. I'll join you in a moment, after I punish our naughty, little pet." I felt Mistress regain control of my leash and guide me across the room. Some women had started to filter out, others, I could hear, had remained nearby to watch. "Stand up," Mistress instructed, a little colder than almanbahis casino usual. She unhooked the leash from my thick, leather collar. I quickly found my balance and got onto my hind legs. I stood up slowly as I was a little dizzy from my sexual hunger. I felt disoriented, not only from the blindfold, but the fact that I had no idea where I was and was lost in the heat and smell of my own filthy arousal. Mistress grabbed hold of my collar and led me around in a little circle, then shoved my head forward, bending me over slightly. "Good girl," she cooed, taking my wrists and putting them forward as well. As she eased me forward, my weight fell on a rigid structure of some kind. It felt like wood, with some leather padding. Before I knew it, I was locked in the set of stocks Mistress recently had installed in the living room. She had never put me in them before, but I guess I should have seen this coming. My neck and wrists were closed in tight with only a little wiggle room. It was awkward being bent forward at this angle, but I could lean my weight onto my wrists and collarbone to ease the strain a bit. "You are going to stay here and not make a peep until we are all done dinner and drinks," Mistress explained. "Is that understood?" "Yes, Mistress," I said, with an eager nod. I couldn't help but get excited. I just hoped that they wouldn't take too long. The plug in my ass caused my pussy to slowly drip hot honey between my legs. What I would've done to satisfy my nagging, wet holes... "Hmm, I think you're missing something." Mistress left my side for a moment. I wondered what she was up to. Standing, hunched over, locked in the rigid stocks, unable to touch myself and satisfy my desperate urges, I felt like her little, sex prisoner. I heard Mistress speak briefly with the woman across the room.