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Charlotte’s Big Night! … A fun little story for all JB’s girls out there, needing a break from reality.
The music was blasting and a flash of green, red and blue lights was illuminating the stage. A lone naked female hung by her wrists from chains attached to the rafters and a masked man paced around her in circles, marching to the beat. The flogger in his hand striking hard across her naked sweat coated body with every deep base beat of the song. Her wails of agony and ecstasy drowned out by the music.
The crowd out in the hall was roaring. Charlotte hid behind the stage draping, spying on the spectacle that was delighting the boisterous crowd. She gulped and turned back to her Master. Being last up for the night’s festivities made her terribly nervous and anxious. She frowned a tiny bit as she looked up at him for reassurance.
He smiled down on her and reached out with his right hand to trace the ropes digging into upper arms and across her chest. He loved how her breasts pushed out and were framed by all the lovely jute rope. He and spent over an hour tying her up like this tonight. The memory of that task still stuck in his head and creating a renewed throbbing in his crotch.
Mainly because half of that time had been taking breaks in wrapping the rope around her lithe young body and making her kneel in pure subservience to him. Her mouth open and wrapped around his long shaft, sucking and slurping away until he would groan out his release. Her mouth sealed perfectly around his ejaculating cock and swallowing every last drop.
Not one drop of fluid ever messing the floor. She was perfect that way. She would open her mouth wide to show him it was all gone, all swallowed back in love for her Master. Then he would help her rise back up, a beautiful submissive smile on her face. She would lick her lips and then turn around, so he could finish tying up those pretty arms of hers even tighter and more secure.
Now taking his hand and caressing her worried face, he began to stroke her soft cheeks and then moved his fingers thru the silky strands of her long hair. He cupped her chin and raised her head, “You can do this, you are awesome. You’ve practised for weeks and if anyone can win this thing, It’s you.” He said. His eyes moving back and forth between her anxious emerald ones.
She bit her bottom lip as he added, “Remember you’re the best. The best little slave slut in this whole goddamn city. I know it! and tonight baby girl, you’ll prove it.”
“You sure sir? I don’t thi..OOWWEE” she gasped, “OWWW”
Her master had a smirk on his face and a death grip on her left nipple ring. Giving it a nasty twist, he made her look directly into his eyes and growled, “If I say you are the best, then what is baby girl?”
“The best ..I am the best !” she whimpered out quickly, as he continued twisting the pert hard little nub and then finished his twist with a forceful pull upwards.
He released it with a satisfied sigh, once he saw a small tear in her eye, “Yes you are, and remember Master is always right. What Master says goes!” He reiterated, tapping her on her nose.
“Yes sir..yes my Master.” She sniffled out.
“And don’t think you won’t get away with not being punished for that outburst later. I think someone’s going to be wearing nipple clamps all day tomorrow. Now you ready my adorable little slave girl? You ready to win Lil Miss Bondage Slut of the Year?”
Charlotte gulped again, flexing her legs below her and feeling a heat beginning to creep in down there under her bikini bottoms and between her soft thighs. She sucked in a breath and stuck out her rope wrapped chest even more. She wiggled her fingers behind her back, ‘yep’ she thought’.
Master had tied her tighter than ever. A reverse prayer that left her not one millimeter of possible movement. ‘No getting out of this tie anytime soon.’ She thought with a wince as she flexed, and a few strands of rope bit into her skin, just above her elbows.
Then with a deep breath she pushed her well framed tits out further and said, “Ready Master, I am ready to show them other slave girls who’s the best little slave slut in town Sir! Let’s go win this thing!”
Her Master grabbed both sides of her excited face and kissed her, hard. Her soft lips matching his firm ones in a deep open mouth exchange that had both of them gasping for breath as he pulled away.
“I love you princess, now go show them who is number one!” he uttered into her shocked face.
Her mouth hanging open from his unexpected declaration and making it easy for him, to slip the end of the long pink sequined leash into her mouth. She bit down on the leash and turned around to face the stage entrance. Her heart thumping at full speed from the anticipation and her Master’s surprising words.
Then the announcer’s voice echoed in the hall, calming the crowd. “Well that was Bettina and her Master Frank. Don’t think she will be wearing many tight fitting clothes for awhile after that whipping. I will be curious to see how our judges score that contestant. So up next in the quest to win the $5,000 first prize, the trip for two to Maui and the golden ball gag to become Miss Bondage Slut of The Year is Charlotte and her…”
The announcer squinted at his clip board and then shrugged, “It’s Charlotte and her unicorn!?”
Charlotte froze for a split second, the roar of the crowd surprising her. “Come on Princess, you got this, the props are good to go…I believe in you…now GO!” Her master shouted, slapping her hard on her well toned bikini clad bottom.
She stifled a yelp and almost dropped the leash she held tight in between her teeth. She then took a tentative step, followed by two more, and then she paraded out onto the stage. Behind her, pulled along by the leash was her prop, her specially made rideable toy Unicorn.
She pulled her pink polka dotted unicorn out onto the stage. Turning backwards to the admiring, yet snickering and questioning crowd, so as to drag the wheeled toy like creation fully out on to centre stage. Satisfied she had pulled the unicorn out far enough onto the bare stage, she opened her mouth and dropped the leash.
Her Master smiled off stage, as he watched the reaction of the crowd watching her lovely ass and tightly bound arms leading the way. She spun to face the crowd, and her firm rope bound tits stuck way up and out, a giant coy smile on her face. The curious crowd had gone silent, taking in the view of her wheeled deviant looking unicorn behind her.
Charlotte walked with attitude to the front of the stage, swaying her hips and making sure everyone saw she had some sass for a little thing. Her permanent ankle bell cuff ringing away, as she thrust her bound chest forward and winked at the judges sitting up front. The crowd went nuts.
She came to a stop and the music started. The first notes of a mix of music filled the hall that would back up her five minutes of over heated live bondage sex play, and hopefully make her win the crown. The song was light in tone, child like really, as Charlotte pranced around her unicorn, like a little girl admiring an unbelievable Christmas present.
She bent at her knees and then with her back to the unicorn, stroked the phallic appendage that was attached to its pink polka dotted back. Then she moved onto the horn. Its slightly bent shape ending in a nub that was almost penis like. She looked out at the crowd and smiled.
Then the music changed to a heavier beat, and faster pace. Charlotte leaned down over the unicorn’s head and began to lick and suck at the horn. Then she moved back to the large purple dildo mounted on its back. Repeating the process, she took long drawn out sucks and full, base to tip, licks of the silicone cock. She drooled up and down the shaft, making sure to leave lots of saliva on the phallus for the ease of what was to come next in her act.
She stood and turned her back to the crowd. Wiggling her captive hands, so that they waved to the cheering throng from their tightly anchored position between her shoulder blades. She then walked backwards to the front edge of the stage and bent over. Her string tied bikini bottoms in full view of two of the judges at the front.
She wiggled her pert bum cheeks and then circled her hips. Pointing down with a couple of her fingers at the knotted strings on each of her perfect young unblemished hips. She shook her hips again as the judges looked at each other and grinned, each rising up in unison and then with a nod, grabbing at the strings and yanking away.
Charlotte smiled as she felt the fabric fall away and her bum and sex was exposed to the entire crowd. Cool air on her heated pussy made her sigh in happiness. She could feel the excitement building in her lower core as the crowd’s hoots and whistles mixed with the music. Her sex beginning to quiver in anticipation of what came next.
And right on time the base line deepened, reverberating thru building. She could feel it in her tightly bound chest and arms. She stood at the hind end of her unicorn and then stepped forward to straddle the magical little beast. She felt the tip of the purple dildo graze her lower lips and her whole body shivered.
Then she rocked her hips back and forth in minute little movements, letting the tip of the dildo move thru the creases of her rapidly moistening sex. Then when she was certain she was there, the thick tip of the phallus teasing at her entrance, she spread her knees and dropped her hips hard. Her eyes crossing and her mouth open in an unheard scream as she impaled herself on the tall purple dildo.
There were a few seconds of white blinding discomfort, as she let her sex get used to being plugged so full and so violently. Her practices had been slow and steady, not the sudden full on, cervix hurting, full depth plunge she had just made her self suffer now.
She sucked in a few more deep breaths and then began to roll herself up and down on the phallus. Using her toned legs to make her pelvis rise and fall on the purple shaft. Her clit brushing perfectly on every stroke, the small pad of soft brush hairs her Master had glued to the unicorn’s back. It was then she realized the crowd was yelling loud, louder than she had heard it all night.
And the song quickened, the beat becoming truly dance party worthy, Charlotte threw her body up and down on the unicorn in a frenzy. Her pussy beginning to throb in incredible pleasure. Then with her mouth open in lust, drool beginning to hang off her lower lip, she looked thru her half closed eyes over to her smiling Master. He nodded and she grinned back.
Then she dropped her head forward and wrapped her lips around the top tip of the horn. She drew it into her mouth, slowly pushing her mouth down on the horn as she kept gyrating her hips up and down on the purple fake cock. The cock was stretching and filling her spasming pussy in the most exquisite manner. That, coupled with feeling of the unicorn’s horn filling her mouth, caused every muscle in her body to convulse in overwhelming captive pleasure.
Charlotte took one last final deep breath of air and then plunged her mouth onto the silicone love horn. The horn hit the back of her throat and kept going. She made fists of her trapped bound hands as she rolled her hips down hard onto the dildo. The feeling of having both her mouth and cunt fully stuffed, fully impaled on the cock like appendages, sent her over the edge.
Her Master off stage was watching the whole thing with amazement and awe. So much so he almost missed his cue. Frantically, as he watched his little baby girl slave come apart in a sexual frenzy on the stage, he pulled the remote out of his pocket and hit the single red button.
It’s sole purpose to activate the compressed air canister hidden in the unicorn’s head. The air causing a supply of supposedly just whipped cream hidden in the horn, to eject out of the horn tip in a white explosion. The tip which was currently buried deep in Charlotte’s slurping mouth.
She was orgasming non-stop as the first wave of white foam hit her deep in the throat. She swallowed some and then choked a bit on the next barrage of liquid. A barrage that just kept erupting and spewing. Soon it was spewing out of the sides of her mouth and running down the horn. And endless stream of white cream and her drool, spilling out of her mouth and down onto the unicorn’s head as she came and came. Her hips flailing away, up and down, on the back of the rattling unicorn.
As the last of the hidden white surprise flowed into her mouth with her orgasms rocking her world, she let out a little grin around the horn. The tangy taste of the last spurts of liquid and the change in texture, made her realize that it was more than whip cream hidden in there. ‘Well that sneaky fuck.’ she thought.
With the music reaching it’s almost orchestral like finale, she kept her lips pursed around the horn and sucked away on what she knew was actually her Master’s cum. She turned her head ever so slightly and glanced over at her Master. He was all smiles from ear to ear, laughing, nodding and gripping his crotch.
Then she pulled her mouth off the spent horn and she extended her legs tall. The feeling of the dildo drawing out of her tired, soaked and still buzzing pussy, making her shiver and spasm with one more, open mouthed, groaning and pussy clenching orgasm.
Charlotte gasped and tried to catch her breath, taking in big gulps of air and choking on a bit of the cream and cum mixture. She looked down at her whip cream and covert cum covered tits and then licked a bunch of stringy white drops off her chin.
It was then, as some of her senses returned to normal, that she heard it. Or more to the point didn’t hear it. She couldn’t hear anything. The roar was deafening and every Master, Dom, Mistress, and Daddy was standing and applauding. Even the slave girls, bound and restrained in the audience, were slapping their thighs together, stomping their feet or trying to shout thru their gags.
Charlotte stood there, a blush crossing her cheeks as she realized she had nailed it, and in more ways than one. She suddenly felt her Master’s arm around her waist, tugging her in close and hugging her. He spoke into ear.
Barely she heard, over the din of the crowd, “Amazing fucking job princess, just amazing. Master is so, so incredibly proud of you. I could fuck you right now, right here in front of all of…”
His words cut short by the announcer jumping onto the stage, excited and waving his arms and shouting into his microphone, “Gentlemen and Ladies, what a fucking show. The judges have voted and I can happily tell you that this little cum sucking princess is our Lil Miss Bondage Slut of the Year for 2019. Give her a round of applause everyone. What a truly original and amazing show!”
The announcer handed her Master a small bouquet of flowers and the golden ball gag. Charlotte felt a wave of elated happy and prideful emotion flowing thru her, as her Master tucked some of the flowers in under some rope between her perfectly separated tits. Then a small tear of joy trickled out of the corner of her eye as she opened her mouth and let her Master strap in the gold ball between her puffy lips, tucking it snug in behind her teeth with a loving tap.
Soon the view of the hall in front of her was a sea of camera flashes and shouts. She smiled around the shiny gold ball wedged in behind her teeth and felt her Master slide both his strong arms around her from behind. He hugged her hard and then grasped her sticky rope framed tits, giving them a good squeeze as tons of men and even the odd woman took pictures.
He then whispered in her ear, “See… I told you so…You are the best. The most amazing….the most joyful…. the most sexy….the fucking best little slave girl a man ever owned…And you princess!…you own me heart and soul little one.”
Charlotte smiled as the flashes and the happy yelling continued, then she closed her eyes and blissfully thought, ‘Never again will I disagree with my Master.’
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The moral of this story …. Believe in yourself girls, especially if Master says so…
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Charlotte’s Big Night! … A fun little story for all JB’s girls out there, needing a break from reality.
The music was blasting and a flash of green, red and blue lights was illuminating the stage. A lone naked female hung by her wrists from chains attached to the rafters and a masked man paced around her in circles, marching to the beat. The flogger in his hand striking hard across her naked sweat coated body with every deep base beat of the song. Her wails of agony and ecstasy drowned out by the music.
The crowd out in the hall was roaring. Charlotte hid behind the stage draping, spying on the spectacle that was delighting the boisterous crowd. She gulped and turned back to her Master. Being last up for the night’s festivities made her terribly nervous and anxious. She frowned a tiny bit as she looked up at him for reassurance.
He smiled down on her and reached out with his right hand to trace the ropes digging into upper arms and across her chest. He loved how her breasts pushed out and were framed by all the lovely jute rope. He and spent over an hour tying her up like this tonight. The memory of that task still stuck in his head and creating a renewed throbbing in his crotch.
Mainly because half of that time had been taking breaks in wrapping the rope around her lithe young body and making her kneel in pure subservience to him. Her mouth open and wrapped around his long shaft, sucking and slurping away until he would groan out his release. Her mouth sealed perfectly around his ejaculating cock and swallowing every last drop.
Not one drop of fluid ever messing the floor. She was perfect that way. She would open her mouth wide to show him it was all gone, all swallowed back in love for her Master. Then he would help her rise back up, a beautiful submissive smile on her face. She would lick her lips and then turn around, so he could finish tying up those pretty arms of hers even tighter and more secure.
Now taking his hand and caressing her worried face, he began to stroke her soft cheeks and then moved his fingers thru the silky strands of her long hair. He cupped her chin and raised her head, “You can do this, you are awesome. You’ve practised for weeks and if anyone can win this thing, It’s you.” He said. His eyes moving back and forth between her anxious emerald ones.
She bit her bottom lip as he added, “Remember you’re the best. The best little slave slut in this whole goddamn city. I know it! and tonight baby girl, you’ll prove it.”
“You sure sir? I don’t thi..OOWWEE” she gasped, “OWWW”
Her master had a smirk on his face and a death grip on her left nipple ring. Giving it a nasty twist, he made her look directly into his eyes and growled, “If I say you are the best, then what is baby girl?”
“The best ..I am the best !” she whimpered out quickly, as he continued twisting the pert hard little nub and then finished his twist with a forceful pull upwards.
He released it with a satisfied sigh, once he saw a small tear in her eye, “Yes you are, and remember Master is always right. What Master says goes!” He reiterated, tapping her on her nose.
“Yes sir..yes my Master.” She sniffled out.
“And don’t think you won’t get away with not being punished for that outburst later. I think someone’s going to be wearing nipple clamps all day tomorrow. Now you ready my adorable little slave girl? You ready to win Lil Miss Bondage Slut of the Year?”
Charlotte gulped again, flexing her legs below her and feeling a heat beginning to creep in down there under her bikini bottoms and between her soft thighs. She sucked in a breath and stuck out her rope wrapped chest even more. She wiggled her fingers behind her back, ‘yep’ she thought’.
Master had tied her tighter than ever. A reverse prayer that left her not one millimeter of possible movement. ‘No getting out of this tie anytime soon.’ She thought with a wince as she flexed, and a few strands of rope bit into her skin, just above her elbows.
Then with a deep breath she pushed her well framed tits out further and said, “Ready Master, I am ready to show them other slave girls who’s the best little slave slut in town Sir! Let’s go win this thing!”
Her Master grabbed both sides of her excited face and kissed her, hard. Her soft lips matching his firm ones in a deep open mouth exchange that had both of them gasping for breath as he pulled away.
“I love you princess, now go show them who is number one!” he uttered into her shocked face.
Her mouth hanging open from his unexpected declaration and making it easy for him, to slip the end of the long pink sequined leash into her mouth. She bit down on the leash and turned around to face the stage entrance. Her heart thumping at full speed from the anticipation and her Master’s surprising words.
Then the announcer’s voice echoed in the hall, calming the crowd. “Well that was Bettina and her Master Frank. Don’t think she will be wearing many tight fitting clothes for awhile after that whipping. I will be curious to see how our judges score that contestant. So up next in the quest to win the $5,000 first prize, the trip for two to Maui and the golden ball gag to become Miss Bondage Slut of The Year is Charlotte and her…”
The announcer squinted at his clip board and then shrugged, “It’s Charlotte and her unicorn!?”
Charlotte froze for a split second, the roar of the crowd surprising her. “Come on Princess, you got this, the props are good to go…I believe in you…now GO!” Her master shouted, slapping her hard on her well toned bikini clad bottom.
She stifled a yelp and almost dropped the leash she held tight in between her teeth. She then took a tentative step, followed by two more, and then she paraded out onto the stage. Behind her, pulled along by the leash was her prop, her specially made rideable toy Unicorn.
She pulled her pink polka dotted unicorn out onto the stage. Turning backwards to the admiring, yet snickering and questioning crowd, so as to drag the wheeled toy like creation fully out on to centre stage. Satisfied she had pulled the unicorn out far enough onto the bare stage, she opened her mouth and dropped the leash.
Her Master smiled off stage, as he watched the reaction of the crowd watching her lovely ass and tightly bound arms leading the way. She spun to face the crowd, and her firm rope bound tits stuck way up and out, a giant coy smile on her face. The curious crowd had gone silent, taking in the view of her wheeled deviant looking unicorn behind her.
Charlotte walked with attitude to the front of the stage, swaying her hips and making sure everyone saw she had some sass for a little thing. Her permanent ankle bell cuff ringing away, as she thrust her bound chest forward and winked at the judges sitting up front. The crowd went nuts.
She came to a stop and the music started. The first notes of a mix of music filled the hall that would back up her five minutes of over heated live bondage sex play, and hopefully make her win the crown. The song was light in tone, child like really, as Charlotte pranced around her unicorn, like a little girl admiring an unbelievable Christmas present.
She bent at her knees and then with her back to the unicorn, stroked the phallic appendage that was attached to its pink polka dotted back. Then she moved onto the horn. Its slightly bent shape ending in a nub that was almost penis like. She looked out at the crowd and smiled.
Then the music changed to a heavier beat, and faster pace. Charlotte leaned down over the unicorn’s head and began to lick and suck at the horn. Then she moved back to the large purple dildo mounted on its back. Repeating the process, she took long drawn out sucks and full, base to tip, licks of the silicone cock. She drooled up and down the shaft, making sure to leave lots of saliva on the phallus for the ease of what was to come next in her act.
She stood and turned her back to the crowd. Wiggling her captive hands, so that they waved to the cheering throng from their tightly anchored position between her shoulder blades. She then walked backwards to the front edge of the stage and bent over. Her string tied bikini bottoms in full view of two of the judges at the front.
She wiggled her pert bum cheeks and then circled her hips. Pointing down with a couple of her fingers at the knotted strings on each of her perfect young unblemished hips. She shook her hips again as the judges looked at each other and grinned, each rising up in unison and then with a nod, grabbing at the strings and yanking away.
Charlotte smiled as she felt the fabric fall away and her bum and sex was exposed to the entire crowd. Cool air on her heated pussy made her sigh in happiness. She could feel the excitement building in her lower core as the crowd’s hoots and whistles mixed with the music. Her sex beginning to quiver in anticipation of what came next.
And right on time the base line deepened, reverberating thru building. She could feel it in her tightly bound chest and arms. She stood at the hind end of her unicorn and then stepped forward to straddle the magical little beast. She felt the tip of the purple dildo graze her lower lips and her whole body shivered.
Then she rocked her hips back and forth in minute little movements, letting the tip of the dildo move thru the creases of her rapidly moistening sex. Then when she was certain she was there, the thick tip of the phallus teasing at her entrance, she spread her knees and dropped her hips hard. Her eyes crossing and her mouth open in an unheard scream as she impaled herself on the tall purple dildo.
There were a few seconds of white blinding discomfort, as she let her sex get used to being plugged so full and so violently. Her practices had been slow and steady, not the sudden full on, cervix hurting, full depth plunge she had just made her self suffer now.
She sucked in a few more deep breaths and then began to roll herself up and down on the phallus. Using her toned legs to make her pelvis rise and fall on the purple shaft. Her clit brushing perfectly on every stroke, the small pad of soft brush hairs her Master had glued to the unicorn’s back. It was then she realized the crowd was yelling loud, louder than she had heard it all night.
And the song quickened, the beat becoming truly dance party worthy, Charlotte threw her body up and down on the unicorn in a frenzy. Her pussy beginning to throb in incredible pleasure. Then with her mouth open in lust, drool beginning to hang off her lower lip, she looked thru her half closed eyes over to her smiling Master. He nodded and she grinned back.
Then she dropped her head forward and wrapped her lips around the top tip of the horn. She drew it into her mouth, slowly pushing her mouth down on the horn as she kept gyrating her hips up and down on the purple fake cock. The cock was stretching and filling her spasming pussy in the most exquisite manner. That, coupled with feeling of the unicorn’s horn filling her mouth, caused every muscle in her body to convulse in overwhelming captive pleasure.
Charlotte took one last final deep breath of air and then plunged her mouth onto the silicone love horn. The horn hit the back of her throat and kept going. She made fists of her trapped bound hands as she rolled her hips down hard onto the dildo. The feeling of having both her mouth and cunt fully stuffed, fully impaled on the cock like appendages, sent her over the edge.
Her Master off stage was watching the whole thing with amazement and awe. So much so he almost missed his cue. Frantically, as he watched his little baby girl slave come apart in a sexual frenzy on the stage, he pulled the remote out of his pocket and hit the single red button.
It’s sole purpose to activate the compressed air canister hidden in the unicorn’s head. The air causing a supply of supposedly just whipped cream hidden in the horn, to eject out of the horn tip in a white explosion. The tip which was currently buried deep in Charlotte’s slurping mouth.
She was orgasming non-stop as the first wave of white foam hit her deep in the throat. She swallowed some and then choked a bit on the next barrage of liquid. A barrage that just kept erupting and spewing. Soon it was spewing out of the sides of her mouth and running down the horn. And endless stream of white cream and her drool, spilling out of her mouth and down onto the unicorn’s head as she came and came. Her hips flailing away, up and down, on the back of the rattling unicorn.
As the last of the hidden white surprise flowed into her mouth with her orgasms rocking her world, she let out a little grin around the horn. The tangy taste of the last spurts of liquid and the change in texture, made her realize that it was more than whip cream hidden in there. ‘Well that sneaky fuck.’ she thought.
With the music reaching it’s almost orchestral like finale, she kept her lips pursed around the horn and sucked away on what she knew was actually her Master’s cum. She turned her head ever so slightly and glanced over at her Master. He was all smiles from ear to ear, laughing, nodding and gripping his crotch.
Then she pulled her mouth off the spent horn and she extended her legs tall. The feeling of the dildo drawing out of her tired, soaked and still buzzing pussy, making her shiver and spasm with one more, open mouthed, groaning and pussy clenching orgasm.
Charlotte gasped and tried to catch her breath, taking in big gulps of air and choking on a bit of the cream and cum mixture. She looked down at her whip cream and covert cum covered tits and then licked a bunch of stringy white drops off her chin.
It was then, as some of her senses returned to normal, that she heard it. Or more to the point didn’t hear it. She couldn’t hear anything. The roar was deafening and every Master, Dom, Mistress, and Daddy was standing and applauding. Even the slave girls, bound and restrained in the audience, were slapping their thighs together, stomping their feet or trying to shout thru their gags.
Charlotte stood there, a blush crossing her cheeks as she realized she had nailed it, and in more ways than one. She suddenly felt her Master’s arm around her waist, tugging her in close and hugging her. He spoke into ear.
Barely she heard, over the din of the crowd, “Amazing fucking job princess, just amazing. Master is so, so incredibly proud of you. I could fuck you right now, right here in front of all of…”
His words cut short by the announcer jumping onto the stage, excited and waving his arms and shouting into his microphone, “Gentlemen and Ladies, what a fucking show. The judges have voted and I can happily tell you that this little cum sucking princess is our Lil Miss Bondage Slut of the Year for 2019. Give her a round of applause everyone. What a truly original and amazing show!”
The announcer handed her Master a small bouquet of flowers and the golden ball gag. Charlotte felt a wave of elated happy and prideful emotion flowing thru her, as her Master tucked some of the flowers in under some rope between her perfectly separated tits. Then a small tear of joy trickled out of the corner of her eye as she opened her mouth and let her Master strap in the gold ball between her puffy lips, tucking it snug in behind her teeth with a loving tap.
Soon the view of the hall in front of her was a sea of camera flashes and shouts. She smiled around the shiny gold ball wedged in behind her teeth and felt her Master slide both his strong arms around her from behind. He hugged her hard and then grasped her sticky rope framed tits, giving them a good squeeze as tons of men and even the odd woman took pictures.
He then whispered in her ear, “See… I told you so…You are the best. The most amazing….the most joyful…. the most sexy….the fucking best little slave girl a man ever owned…And you princess!…you own me heart and soul little one.”
Charlotte smiled as the flashes and the happy yelling continued, then she closed her eyes and blissfully thought, ‘Never again will I disagree with my Master.’
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The moral of this story …. Believe in yourself girls, especially if Master says so…
PS. Now who wants to take part in this contest???