FEMDOM PARTY - Goddess Club

FEMDOM PARTY - Goddess Club
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Like most people I love a good party, however unlike most people I also experience feelings of fear and utter
humiliation, because no party thrown by my MISTRESS can go on without me getting whipped, slapped, canned and
humiliated. That's right I am a slave, not just any slave but Supreme Goddess La Reigna's own personal slave.
My MISTRESS loves a good femdom party wHERe SHE and HER GIRL FRIENDS can have a good time showcasing their
superiority over me and my fellow slaves. Just last week my MISTRESS hosted one such event of which I still
bear the lash marks on my back and ass, and which stands out as the best party I have ever had been to.

The party was an Egyptian themed femdom party where all the LADIES were dressed as Egyptian like Empresses and
we men were naturally their slaves dressed in slave loin cloths. The guests arrived leading their slaves by
leashes. All slaves were required to be on their knees unless ordered to stand by a MISTRESS or if performing
any task. We slaves were to obey any order given to us by any of the LADIES present unless it conflicted with
the express commands of our MISTRESSes. My MISTRESS the beautiful Supreme Goddess La Reigna was dressed in a
golden Empress Cleopatra type outfit that accentuated HER gorgeous body and amazing legs perfectly. Her fat ankles were covered by thick woolen socks. SHE was
truly a royal sight, extremely regal in HER bearings and her jolly double chin.

At first I was ordered to serve the guests food and drinks along with the otHER slaves, which I did dutifully,
however I knew that would not be the only part we slaves would play in the party, the painful part was yet to
come. All the LADIES carried a whip which they used quite liberally slaves who passed by a particular MISTRESS
were subjected to a lash from HER whip for no apparent reason. My MISTRESS had a particularly nasty idea to
torment me, SHE ordered me on all fours and commanded me to balance a tray of glasses on my back and serve the
guest and SHE informed me that I would be puniSHEd if I failed. With the tray on my back I proceeded on all
fours cautiously towards the guests. One of the MISTRESSes in a deliberate act of cruelty stepped on my hand
with HER spiked heeled shoe, the pain was just too much and I yelled in pain tilting my head backwards and in
the process caused the tray to slide of my back and crash onto the floor.

The LADIES present all laughed at my plight as they knew what was coming. My MISTRESS advanced towards me, her sloppy chest swinging like a half-filled water balloon.
ordering anotHER slave to clear up the broken glasses on the floor, SHE grasped my hair pulling my head
backwards and said “I did warn you slave” SHE then led me to a grilled window handcuffing me to the grills.
What followed was an extremely harsh whipping that left bright red marks on my back. My eyes were filled with
tears from the pain. My MISTRESS stopped and uncuffed me SHE once again pulled my hair backwards and asked me
“Did that teach you to be more careful slave?” “Yes” I answered SMACK! SHE slapped me right in the face
“Yes what slave?” “Yes MISTRESS” I hasten to reply. SHE let go of my hair and I submissively kissed HER feet
as a slave should.

As the part went on I was subjected to some more laSHEs from the whips of the LADIES present and also
humiliated. My MISTRESS used me as a waiter, servant and footstool throughout the party.
The otHER slaves also didn’t have an easy time; they had endured just as much as I had at the hands of the
MISTRESSes. The MISTRESS then decided to take our torment furtHER with some games for their amusement.

One of the MISTRESSes suggested a slave canning game. The rules of the game were simple: A slave is canned by
his MISTRESS until he begs for mercy; the MISTRESS whose slaves withstood the maximum number of strokes would
be declared the winner. Slave after was slaves was canned mercilessly by their MISTRESSes, when they finally
begged for mercy their asses were covered with vicious red stripes from the canning. Before my turn to be
canned arrived Supreme Goddess La Reigna took me aside and whispered that SHE wanted to win this event at all
costs, my failure to do so would earn me a month without release and 50 strokes of the cane ever night.
I trembled with fear at the thought and resolved to enable my MISTRESS to win at all costs.

When my turn came I was once again restrained by handcuffs while my MISTRESS flexed a cane in HER hand,
the slave with the highest number of strokes had 34, this meant I had to bear up with 35 strokes of the cane,
a daunting task.

Supreme Goddess La Reigna canned me severely, it was beyond any pain I had ever felt, once or twice I even
contemplated begging HER to stop, but the fear of being canned every night stopped me from doing so. The number
of strokes reached 30, then 32,34 and finally 35, however Supreme Goddess La Reigna kept on canning me.
When SHE reaches 52 I had no option, “Mercy MISTRESS, mercy for your slave” I cried out. My MISTRESS stopped
and released me from my bonds “you have done well slave” SHE said “Thank you MISTRESS” I could barely manage
to reply. My MISTRESS was declared the winner. All the otHER LADIES congratulated HER on HER performance and
on owning me. Even though I was in pain I was extremely happy since I had pleased my MISTRESS and that is the
greatest joy a slave can experience.

Soon it was time to end the party, all the LADIES left taking their slaves with them except for a few slaves
who were lent by their MISTRESSes to Supreme Goddess La Reigna to clean up the place. Supreme Goddess La Reigna
retired to HER room and summoned me to HER ordering me to massage HER feet SHE asked me “Did you enjoy the party
slave?” “I did MISTRESS” I replied “Good” SHE said “From now on I think it will be best if I cane you at least
once a week” with that Supreme Goddess La Reigna dismissed me with a gentle kick and ordered me to get back to
the cleaning.

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