Asserting that Ashleigh is at fault.
Ashleigh stepped out from the stairwell, her heart beating quickly. The black LBD and thongs weren't a part of her attire now, as she had chosen to wear a jacket and jeans to stay anonymous. Her comfortable yet sexy dress, revealing her killer legs, made her anxious as she made her way to her forbidden tryst.
Her favourite dress was great for teasing, but on this night, it would cause her trouble due to its daring length. She scanned the area for any curious eyes, trying to avoid unwanted attention. In her daily life, Ashleigh was a 32-year-old Corporate Team Manager at a multinational firm. Her makeup, lipstick, five-inch heels, and poking nipples inside her black dress were unlike her usual blouse and skirt. The similarity between her two personas was her lacy thong, which made her feel slightly more alluring.
The second Ashleigh opened the door, she admired the beauty of the room's owner. In her lace lingerie and stilettos, she was a sight to behold, filled with confidence. The room made her lose track of time, and her mind drifted away as she heard her mesmerizing voice. Ashleigh's body reacted instantly to her sensuality, entranced by her curves. She couldn't help but smile as the woman pinched her nipples. The pinch partly surprised Ashleigh as she followed her to the main room.
Each step she took towards her target brought her closer to her desire, eventually making her seem smaller as she gazed at her surroundings. Instead of greeting her, the woman decided to fondle her leggings dress and panties from the back. She loved the shiver Ashleigh's body experienced as she caressed her legs. Just the feeling of touching her produced a delightful sensation.
Lifting Ashleigh up, the woman made her kneel, her hands still attached to her legs. Their eyes met, and a mischievous smile spread around her lips, indicating what was to follow next. Ashleigh obediently stuck her tongue out, ready to taste her.
The woman took a short double-ended dildo from the stash and pushed it into Ashleigh's mouth, asking her to hold it up. Again, she dove into the stash and procured some more tools. Ashleigh felt a cold band tighten around her wrist, connecting to her ankles, subtly pressing into her skin. She attempted to protest, but her body was so overwhelmed and lost in excitement that her protesting mouth stopped. The woman swiftly reminded her of her role as a slut, not one to keep her legs closed.
Tying her cuffs, the woman blindfolded Ashleigh and led her into the play area. Escorted by the familiar scent of her mistress' sex, Ashleigh felt her body desire to lose control.
After a short wait, Ashleigh heard the heels click beside her, feeling a wave of relief wash over her. Her nose twitched in anticipation, smelling her familiar scent that always stirred her lust. The woman approached, whispered in Ashleigh's ear, and caressed her body lightly.
"Stay still, Ashleigh" she said softly.
Following her command, Ashleigh held her position quietly, her whole body yearning for more. The woman's weight lowered as she slid the dildo further into her mouth, her nose barely touching the woman's sex between her legs. Playing with her clit, the woman enjoyed seeing Ashleigh's desperate tongue preparing her for a girl-on-girl encounter.
Ashleigh felt the warmth around her mouth, her lips caressing the glossy wetness above her. Then, she felt a cool breeze against her, the blindfold taken off. Startled by the change, Ashleigh refocused her sight and saw the woman wearing the maroon latex apron she had gifted to her. The woman slid the dildo out of her mouth and asked her a question, took the dildo out of her mouth, and returned it to her.
"Ashleigh, whose is this slut?" the woman asked authoritatively.
"Yours, Mistress," she whispered happily.
"Well done, slut," the woman replied with a kind smile, creating an afterthought as she placed the dildo back into her sexy lips. Gifted with her master's passion, Ashleigh savoured her lips on the flesh in front of her, a rare pleasure that she always fantasized about. A brief moan escaped her lips, and she welcomed the nectar her mistress offered her. A delicacy she craved for.
The sound of the woman's moans echoed across the room, and her wet juices dripped down the dildo. Ashleigh opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to collect the remnants of her mistress' ecstasy, pouring it all on her tongue. Tasting the unique sweetness of a woman's seduction, Ashleigh committed to her sexual enslavement.
"Look up, Ashleigh," you instructed. Crouching in front of her, you murmured in her ear as you fastened a thin leather collar onto her waiting neck that was connected to your apron.
"Today, Ashleigh, I'm claiming you as my slave girl. Today, every part of you belongs to... me," you concluded as you locked the collar around her neck.
"You were given the opportunity to change your mind, but here you are in front of me with my collar," you remarked. "Accept it still?" you inquired gently into her ear as you leaned closer to her. Ashleigh's response was clear in her words, "Yes, Mistress, Yours."
Reaching standing height, you deliberately placed your crotch near Ashleigh's face, gazing up at her. When she smiled and revealed her joy for wearing your collar in her eyes, you were reminded of how she firmly resided in your thoughts and fantasies. She had envisioned this honor for her, a tribute to adorn and excite your body that she had only been able to appreciate from a distance so far. Now, Ashleigh stood front and center, hiding from her idea yet close enough to reach out and touch.
You took the dildo out of your mouth and licked its drool and spit off its veins that ran along the shaft.
"Keep your eyes on me and your mouth open, Ashleigh," you demanded, waiving the dildo in the air like a magic wand.
"With this," you announced.
"I mark you, Ashleigh," you said, pausing to lift your apron and exposing your bare pussy to the girl before you.
For a long time, Ashleigh had yearned to see and worship your sex again. Her eyes widened with glee, staring up at you and your smooth, enticing body.
"...as my property."
With that statement, you released a warm stream of pee onto Ashleigh's face. Moving slightly, ensuring the stream covered her face and seeped into her mouth. You worried that it would scare her off, but gave a pleasant surprise to see her welcomingly bathing in your pee. This only heightened your confidence in her submission.
Puddled with your pee, Ashleigh stood there waiting, content to be recognized as your property.
"Now, we are connected, slave," you stated with a grin as you looked at the scene you created. Ashleigh was drenched, yet her appearance was attractive despite this, with spray all over her face and dress.
"Swallow," you ordered; she followed, gazing submissively at you. Her expression was one of gratitude for the position she held.
"Thank you, Mistress," she whispered compliantly.
A rush of applause greeted you from behind. As you stepped away from Ashleigh, you caught sight of a small gathering of renowned mistresses and masters from the area seated nearby. All were attired in luscious latex and were wearing nothing over their groins, though they cheered to commend both mistress and slave. Ironically, Ashleigh, now completely uncovered before them, was the most clothed in this company of kinky individuals.
"It's time you change into a suitable outfit for your station, my slave," you joked as you moved behind her, causing her to gaze upwards to you.
Gazing deeply into her eyes, Ashleigh was enthralled as you slid your sheers between her breasts, cutting through the tight dress until it fell open. You smoothly moved downwards, slicing the material until it lay at her side, uncovering her nearly naked figure underneath. You discarded her thong by pulling it up, rubbing her pussy with each movement, causing her to let out a soft moan.
Standing naked and wet, Ashleigh realized she had nothing to be ashamed of standing in front of these people. She appreciated their encouragement and felt for the first time in a while, that she belonged.
"Today will serve as a demonstration of your value as my little slave," you proclaimed to the room. "You'll please each person with your mouth, face, or holes until you've earned the ejaculate of anyone in this room."
"Today, everyone will use you. My slave is your gift." you delivered, adding humorously. "Ashleigh, will you serve at your Mistress's will?"
Smiling, the girl-now-slave straightened her stance...
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