I will try to write more mistress, as I know the direction my tale will take, but I know not how it will arrive at my final humiliation and sacrifice to the gods of pure female domination.

 

The improvised gag filled both my throat with its taste and my nostrils with its rank stench. I could feel the cold touch of the cuffs against my wrist and ankles and I strained at the chains links in a futile attempt to somehow break them, and regain my freedom. But each tug, each yank shortened the chain and limited my movements. The growing restriction caused more pain and my struggles lessened.

 

You stood over the scene, looking down on your disciples and your victim, savouring this straight woman’s initiation into your private and secret world were there were no limits on fetish and no restrains on your powers.

 

My struggles slowly diminished to a resignation of my state, and a fear of what ‘delights’ you would force upon me. My husband and daughters would all be concerned at my non appearance in the airports concourse, and even now I foolishly imagined the police force scanning the airport. It was only a question if time, surley?

 

My long blonde hair was grabbed, and feeling as if it was being torn from the roots, my face pulled up out of its recess and made to look forward. There before me was my mistress, and in one hand you held your skirts hem, and had lifted it high. I could see you shaven mound and in your other hand you held what to me looked like a small plastic penis. You ran the toy through the juices of your honey pot, and then handed to penis, glistening with your juices, to the disciple.

 

She had in her hand what to me looked like a rubber mask, but inverted. Where the mouth would be was a fitting, and into this you secured the toys. While she did this, her companion removed the temporary gag, and the sheer relief from the scents and smells made me relax and feel blessed relief. But before any thoughts of screaming could from in my mind, one disciple regained her hold on my hair and held my head back, almost making me feel as if my neck was in danger of breaking. With her other hand she pulled my mouth apart, taking great care to avoid any danger of my teeth. In to the open mouth the penis was pushed, and a new scent and smell filled my mouth. Then the mask was reverted back from inside and out and as it was folded it slid over my face and encompassed my head in a hot unyielding rubber mask. My eyes were plunged into darkness behind to zip slits, and my hair allowed twisted and fed through a ‘pony-tail’ hole at the rear. My world was now darkness; with a scent of honey juices and taste of my mistress alter of sexual fetish. Your cunt..or pussy.