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Mardi Gras reflections Mardi Gras Party Chapter 6 "Charlene! You look outstanding girl!" I gushed, and she did too. She just smiled. She was dressed up in her wedding gown and it was something else. Mistress had said her wedding gown was similar to mine but it wasn't. Oh sure, it was erotic but there where differences, but she still looked like a slut that was getting dressed up to be married. Perfect. "Well honey, thanks for showing me the ensemble. Karl is going to be floored. Glad he let you and I go out and pick it out ourselves. He could have let you talk though." I hadn't been pleased about that. But I was in no position to change his mind. Come to find out, poor Charlene couldn't even open her mouth. Seems Karl had had her mouth operated on. There was now a lock and ratchet system installed in her gums. Karl could either force her mouth open, or keep it closed, or release the tension and she could talk and speak with only a little bit of speech impediment. Karl had locked her jaw's together this morning knowing we where going to Madame Leathers Emporium. We'd been there all day trying on outfits and combinations of different styles. Charlene had finally smiled at the effect she wanted and I knew it was perfect for her. We'd also managed to get me a maid of honor dress she liked. Karl and Charlene had been together now long enough that they had a few friends in the lifestyle and the bride's maids already had their dresses. Three attractive ladies and another transsexual girl like myself. It was going to be a great wedding. "Suzette!" Karl called from downstairs. "Hurry up girl! We got a party to go to." I jumped. I'd forgot all about the bachelor part. I was the main course tonight. A little flutter of excitement went through me. I helped Charlene get out of her wedding gear quickly, then she turned around, and helped me get dressed. I was ready in a bout thirty or forty minutes. And we went downstairs. "Ok, honey, time to put you in your cage for the night. Suz here will let you out in the morning. This wedding might not be too formal, but they do say it's bad to see the bride on her wedding day." Karl was smiling as he locked Charlene in her cage, and we both stepped out to go please the partygoers. All I could think was how much she'd like her wedding day if it had been anything like mine... Charlene's training begins I had taken Mistress's advice to heart and just relaxed for a week. I didn't do anything hardly but make food, clean up a tiny bit, and watch television. Most of my daily activities and rule where suspended and I was allowed to even dress in just shorts and relaxing cloths. Which was refreshing. Karl went home that first day but was back within a few hours. He'd gone home to pack up a large suitcase of cloths and had brought his piercing gun from his house. The bigger better one he had left at his place of business. He had a couple of employee's that had run the shop for him while he was working with Mistress to find me. That night Karl and I slept in my pink little girl bedroom wrapped up in each other's arms. It was actually very nice. Karl got up early the next morning and went to work to check on his business, but came home at noon saying they had everything under control. The few assignments he'd had to finish up where complete and he wasn't taking any new assignments except for the one that would keep him from going to New Orleans. I'd prepared a nice lunch of some soup and sandwiches. And after we'd eaten Karl brought out two bowls, like the ones you feed dogs with. And pours some of the left over soup into one of them and some water into the other, he pulled out a small packet and poured some powder into the soup bowl and stirred it around. I didn't want to know what it was. I thought at first I was going to be the one on all fours lapping it up, though I was full, but when I sighed Karl noticed and said it was for the other slut, not me. This made me a lot happier as Karl stood up and disappeared into the back bedrooms. When he came out the lady that held me captive was brought in, and what a difference in her appearance. She was collared, and leashed. She was hooded and from what I could tell gagged, she had her hands bound behind her as well as to a chain digging cruelly deep into her stomach. Her ankles where locked together so closely she could only take the smallest mincing steps. Even Mistress hadn't had me chained that closely together. Other then that she was completely naked without a stitch of clothing on her. "I'm going to take this hood of your head bitch. If you scream, even once, I'm going to break your fucking arms and legs. Do I make myself perfectly fucking clear?" The head bobbed up and down quickly and it must have satisfied Karl cause he pulled her hood off, I could see her face as it came into view, it was red and flushed. It must have been hot under that hood. There was a sheen of sweat on her face, and her hair was damp. She blinked a few times. And then I saw the recognition in her eyes as she saw me. Her mouth was stretched wide open with the biggest ball gag I had ever seen. It was a real mouth stuffer if ever there was one. Karl didn't appear too pleased to see her. I had noted the real menace and anger in his voice and it made me a little scared of him for a moment. I made a note never to really upset Karl in anything he wanted. "You must be hungry by now so you're going to get some food to eat. Remember bitch. Not one peep out of you or..." Karl left it hanging as he pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the gag in her mouth. I could see the pain in here eye's as she tried to close her jaws. God, how long had that been in there? From what I could tell, hours and hours. Karl literally dragged her by the leash over to the bowls on the floor and pushed her down onto her knees and ordered her to eat. She must have been starving cause without any hesitation. She also lapped and drank up some of the water and kneeled back on her heels. Her eyes looked a little funny, and Karl was standing right besides her. The leash pulled up taunt as he stood there. He appeared to be waiting for something. She started to sway a bit as what it was in the soup took effect and before long, her eye's sagged shut and she slumped, head hanging to the side as Karl held her upright, the collar choking her for a moment. He released the tension and she was lowered to the floor. "Here Suzette, help me with her for a moment. I have work to do." And I jumped up to move over and help Karl pick her up. He and I together carried her into the Bedroom she'd been locked up in. I could see the cage over in the corner where it had been moved to. And Karl put her on the bed there. He grabbed up some chain, and unlocked her wrists and ankles and spread her out, relocked her arms and legs wide, and left. A few minutes later he came back in and started work on her tattoo's. The first one started to go on when Karl ordered me out of the room and to go do something else. I left actually feeling sorry for her. Unlike her, I'd wanted what I got, mostly, but unlike her, I'd never kidnapped anyone either. Things where looking real bad for Charlene. That's pretty much how the week went. Every day Karl would either show up from work, or not even bother to go in. and work on Charlene's body with inks. There where times when she was awake and Karl would be in there beating her ass with all sorts of things, I'd see a bunch of welts and bruises on her ass, legs, stomach, and even her breasts. There wasn't a day that went by for that week she wasn't one degraded, and demoralized thing. I even went out of my way to beg Mistress to have Karl stop. But the warning tingle in my belt convinced me to give that up and not ask again. Poor Charlene, yeah, I know, I wasn't a mean vindictive person and really did feel sorry for her. Not that it did her any good. Generally, it was very quiet in the bedroom. Charlene spent a lot of time drugged up and sleeping. She had learned, however, not to trust the food around the house, that's when Karl reverted to just shoving the pills into her mouth and eventually she learned it was going to happen anyway. Either she starves and sleeps, or she eats and sleeps. She chose to eat. When it wasn't quiet she was screaming at the top of her lungs. I usually turned up the TV and tried not to listen. It took more then a week to get the briefcase though. In fact, it took a week and a half. It was Wednesday when it showed up. I was back to wearing my maid's dress around the house during the day and cleaning up. It was right after Karl had come home for lunch when the U.P.S. deliveryman showed up. By how I'd gotten so used to answering the door in my outfit I didn't even hesitate to go open it. When I looked at him, he looked familiar and suddenly I remembered him. It was the same guy that had brought me the cage so long ago. I blushed just a bit, but nothing like I would have. I was getting a bit used to embarrassing situations like this. "Hello Ms. Suzette. I have a delivery here." I couldn't tell if he remembered me. I'm sure he couldn't have forgotten me from the last visit, but he showed no signs of remembering. I signed his forms with my new legal name twice. Suzette Suxsalot. He smiled and then went and brought in two boxes. One was long, think, and rectangular. The other was a larger more square shaped box. Yep. You guessed it. One was the briefcase and the other was Charlene's new metal underwear. I opened up the briefcase first, and there was a note on it. And instructions. Suzette, this is the briefcase I told you about, it has only has a four mile range. That might seem like a short radius compared to your home computer but it will be enough for your vacation. It will send out constant signals like your home office. You will find that the inside only looks half as full as it should. The bottom half of the case is the electronics and signals. As well as the different controls needed to keep you and your belt in line. Keep this case close to you Suz, if you get too far from it, you'll wish you hadn't, like your house. The signals to keep your belt quiet are constant, again like your house. You will need to install the new transmitters for her belt. They are on different frequencies. That way I can only punish you or her, and not both of you. As soon as you do that we'll put her Charlene's 'panties' on her. Inside the case you will find reservations on TWA airlines, you'll have to show up early at the airport. You'll also find the confirmation for the hotel I've booked for you. I called and made sure there is a balcony overlooking the parade and you'll have a great room. Nothing is too good for my little slut Love, your Mistress. That evening, I showed Karl the letter, and briefcase, and the case with Charlene's new constant companion. Karl and I tied Charlene to a frame in my house, her hands locked in cuffs above her head, and her legs down and dangling. Even though she was hooded, as per usual, I think she might have suspected something was up when the cold metal went up her legs cause she kicked a bit, but when Karl pulled off his belt and whipped her ass with it once, she settled down. After that, getting the new Latowski style belt up her legs, and locked on, like mine, was easy. The sound of the lock clicking closed reminded me of my own belt going on so very long ago made me shiver. Though hers sounded a lot more ominous then my own. The bra around her middle went on next, and when it was locked closed Karl pulled the hood of her head, and took the mouth filling gag out of her mouth. The inside of the hood was starting to get really messed up from the constant drool coating the inside of it. "Well you stupid bitch..." Mistress said through the speakers "...you tried to steal MY property from me, but I guess you're the one going to be property now, maybe you've learned it's not nice to rob people of things or others slaves. You wanted to know what Suzette felt. Well your going to learn what it's like. More then maybe you care too." "Suz, the belts are on different frequencies as you know. And you will now get a chance to see what it's like instead of just feel it" I watched as Charlene's eye's snap open and then heard her scream. She must have screaming for a good five minutes, none stop. Her legs cam up off the floor and she tried to curl up into a ball in mid air. She was crying, the tears streaming down her face as she yelled "Oh god! Please Make it stop it hurrrrrrrrrrtss, oh please Mistress! Master make it quit, make it quite..." and other pleading words. I looked over at Karl and saw a stony expression. He wasn't going to do a single thing to stop it and I knew it. I could only stand there in horror as the pain stopped and her legs fell back to the floor, she was one pathetic looking lady, let me tell you. Karl looked at me and said "You know, that's the first time she's said Master or Mistress to either of us. It's a good sign. Now she knows her place, things will go faster now" and he grinned. I shuddered at that grin. Training is over. Flight to Mardi Gras I'd only had about six weeks to go before I was to fly out to New Orleans but the changes in Charlene where astonishing. She was hardly recognizable. A month of constant whippings, abuse, and insulting behavior had transformed her almost as thoroughly as myself. She was sub servile, humble, meek, and soft spoken, she never talked back, she didn't yell, she didn't do anything actually, without Karl's, or even surprisingly, my permission. I never gave her orders though, or denied her to do anything, not without my belt warning me I had to or not as the case may be. It was Karl she really feared, heck, even I did a little bit. I'd suffered a bit of punishment at his hands my own self in the weeks he'd been here training Charlene. The last week, after constant work on her, she'd been allowed to go with me to the store for groceries, we'd both been dressed up in maids outfits. The local grocery store, over all the times I'd been shopping there recently, weren't shocked at two of us going there like that. The customers where a different matter, as always though, and when we finally got home, the poor thing spent and hour crying as we cleaned. I gave her a hug and she smiled weakly. Mistress and Karl both where pleased, she hadn't even tried to escape or tell anyone about what was happening to her. And on the day before I left. Karl, Charlene, and myself all sat around the table having a piece of decadent cake. It was a teary departure the next day, even though it was only going to be gone for a week. Or so I thought at the time, I should have known better. The flight. I'd spent a lot of time debating on what to take with me for cloths, and what to wear. I was like the typical girl on a first date. It was the training I'd been through but I must have spent an entire day going back and forth between my many new outfits I had bought or had sent to me by Mistress or had even made myself. I finally got it down to two attractive, yet casual outfits, and finally asked Mistress to pick one. She decided she liked the white bra over my metal one, the matching white silk panties. Redundant maybe with my chastity belt and bra but it softened the lines of them a bit. I also was to wear a white garter belt and tan hose with short denim clogs that matched my denim blue jeans that zipped up the back. The Skirt had two pockets in back, and one on the right front. I knew that if any looked close enough they could read in short red letters the word "slut" over each pocket but you had to look good and close. Over my top I was wearing a white sheer blouse to match my underwear, with a low plunging neckline and fluffy flouncy sleeves, though you could still see my bra through the material, a bit. Around the neckline was a green flora pattern, with red roses. The petals of the roses had a number of embarrassing words sewn into it. Complements of yours truly. And here you thought I'd not been putting my new sewing skills to practice. Down the left leg of the jeans in back, and down the front of the right jean leg was the word 'whore', though in the same blue color as the jeans, the only way you could see it was again, to look close. It wasn't sewn this time, it was embroidered. So it had a slightly raised look to it, but the color did match. I'd made sure of that, and gotten permission for the color from Mistress. She wanted the word there in white at first. Id' had to talk fast to get it changed. But the words WHERE there, if you looked for the words hard enough. The next day I did up my make up. It was not applied heavy or anything, it wasn't that low key either. All the classes I'd had came in handy as I did myself up like a glamour star. My eye shadow was a light blue, my blush was a faint burgundy color. My eye lashes where long and thick, but it was my lips that looked the best, a nice red color, and the shiny over coat gave them a high shiny glossy wet look to them. I knew kissing someone wouldn't smear my lips, as I had to use the proper make up remover to do that. Karl and I had grown quite close over the intervening weeks. In fact, we'd grown quite close as he and I had been sleeping in my bed for the last month. Every night, after a long day, and evening, training Charlene, he'd come to me. If he hadn't been using Charlene to relieve his aching, throbbing cock. I would give him a nice relaxing blowjob and when he asked Mistress to, a fuck when Mistress let the anal plug out of my ass. The last week even Charlene had been in bed with both me and Master Karl. I'd never been told to or ordered to please her though. She was the one that pleased Karl, just like me. I'd actually enjoyed making Karl happy, and was almost crying when I left. Yeah. I was being a silly girl. Sadly, Karl wasn't going to drive me to the airport, so I'd had to all a cab. The luggage was packed and sitting by the front door, along with the briefcase. And when the cab pulled up Karl helped me carry it all out to the cab. Once it was in the trunk, Karl hugged me, and pulled me close to him. We kissed and he gave me a deep French kiss, and squeezed my ass, what he could that is. Even Charlene was out there. And hugged me. She even whispered into my ear that she was sorry for what she had done. And promised me. If she ever was allowed to be free again, she'd never ever do what she'd done. I believed her. "See you soon slut" Karl said as he slapped me on the hip playfully. "See you soon Master. I love you for everything you've done, and training me for Mistress" and I climbed into the cab. I waved at them as I drove off. I spent a while feeling sad for myself about leaving, but I brightened up knowing I was going to be with my Owner soon. And when we pulled up to the airport I had a smile on my face as the cab driver pulled out the luggage. I'd kept the briefcase in the back seat with me. Taking up the luggage I headed into the airport. The earpiece was in the collar locked around my neck and I could here Mistress saying. "You'll be there soon Slut. I hope you enjoy the flight, don't forget. You have to check in your bags, and go through the metal detector. Oh my god! I froze right where I was. I'd been walking through the terminal and just froze. "Mistress! I can't go through a metal detector. Not with what I'm wearing!" and I was so frozen in fright. I didn't even notice other people walking around and past me as I stood there, apparently talking to myself. "They will want to see what I'm wearing Mistress!" I blurted out. "And?" she asked. "But..." and I closed my mouth as my nipples got pinched, and my cock was zapped. My teeth clicked as my mouth snapped shut. And with a sigh I finished "...Yes Mistress." I didn't have a choice and the spring in my step had disappeared as I moved to the check in counter. "Oh cheer up girl. You've been through this before, now give the girl your bags and the briefcase" and I did. "Suzette Suxsalot?" the girl asked as I handed her my ticket. I'd thought to take it out before closing the case and handing it to her. "Yes, that's me" "Very good, gate 12 to your left. Any carry on bags" "No Miss, just my purse" "Very good Miss, your departure is in an hour. Enjoy your flight" "Thanks, Miss" and started walking towards gate. I was thinking I'd find an understanding person and talk with them before I walked through the detector. As I turned to walk up to an average looking female security guard. My Mistress had other ideas. The belt gave me another one of those short zaps again as I started walking towards her. I gritted my teeth but new better then to argue. I stepped back for a moment, trying to build up my courage as other passengers walked past. Screwing up my nerve I stepped towards the detector and felt the belt give me a pleasant squeeze. I stepped though the detector and sure enough. It buzzed. I put my purse on the conveyor belt and stepped back though the detector I heard Mistress giggling in my ear. "Remove the bracelets. Please." said a guard as I moved over to stand where he had directed. One of the male guards stepped up and was ready to wave a wand over my body, searching for metal. Obviously, at my breasts, crotch, and neck it went crazy. Mistress finally said, "Ok, you can explain to the guard sweetie" I looked at the large black guard that I had been scanned by and asked him if I could speak to the female guard I had intended to talk to originally. He said it was ok, but stopped me, as I was about to turn, and simply waved her over. "Miss..." I asked, waiting for her to give me her name. "It's Karen, what seems to be the problem" "I have to get on the plane, but before I can do that. You have to insure that I'm not caring anything dangerous, correct?" "That's true." She said, and actually gave me a bit of a knowing look. "Well, I need to show you some things, but it's a bit embarrassing, is there a room we can go to please?" "Sure, follow me Miss..." she did the same thing to me and I supplied my name. My full name as Mistress never let me get away with just my first one. We started off to the side towards a door with "Security Personal only" stenciled on the door. We where also followed by the large black guard who had tagged along for reasons of his own. I gave up mental and didn't say anything as we stepped into the room. There was a table and a few chairs in the room. And I looked at the girl, and the male guard. She looked over her shoulder and said, "He's only here to make sure I'm save. Turn around Tyrone." And surprisingly, he did. I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it out of the hem of my skirt. I pulled it off and draped it over the back of a chair, and undid my bra, showing them the metal device locked around my chest. The female guard whistled. I could see Tyrone start to turn for a second before freezing, "Continue please Miss.," said the female to me. I could feel the heat rising up my face, and here I thought I'd been through enough of these moments to not be embarrassed again but I was fast learning that was not the case. I reached behind me again, and unzipped my jeans letting it pool around my ankles, then had to undo the garter straps and pulled my panties down so that the female guard could see my chastity belt. "Impressive hardware. I take it you can't get out of it?" she asked. "No Miss, I can't. Sorry" "Get out of what?" Tyrone asked. I gave up and just told him to turn around and take a look. He did and I could see his eyebrows go up in surprise as he took in what was standing before him. The bulge in my crotch left no room for misinterpretation of my gender. "And what is with the earpiece? You some sort of James or is it Jane Bond, or something?" "Tell them it's a radio slut" Mistress said in my ear. "No..." I tried a laugh, and it sounded more like a girly giggle, damn training and coaching again. "...It's a radio, this and the collar" "Sweet set up, where did you get it?" the girl asked. "Tell them the truth Suz, or..." and Mistress left it hanging. She was famous for that. "It was sent to me by my Mistress in Canada. I'm going to go see her. She's the one that has the keys Miss." I hesitated for a second then. "Um, you do don't seem terribly surprised if you don't my saying so" I'd noted that they where only a bit surprised, but not shocked or anything I could see Tyrone smiling as I explained. "No, not really, unbelievable stuff comes down the pipe here, eh Tyrone? "Yep, you remember that girl two months ago with more piercings in her pussy then a junkyard. She had so many she jiggled like a change purse." The black guard laughed and noticed the markings around my wrists under my metal cuffs. "What are those?" "J...Just a Tattoo I got a few months back" "They look like they have writing on them, do they? He asked. "Yes Sir they do." I hoped he wouldn't ask what they said. But he did, and when I said they 'sissy slut suzette' he just shook his head and said. "You must be one kinky bitch". "If she's in Canada why are you flying to New Orleans?" the female asked suddenly suspicious. She had been holding and reading my plane ticket. "She's to meet me there." Which was true enough. "Apologize to them slut, offer to make it up to them for taking up their time. Pucker up honey." Mistress chuckled in my ear as I looked at the two guards. I planted a smile on my face, one of my most seductive and alluring. "I'm sorry you had to take time out of your busy schedule. I'd like to make it up to you. In ANY way possible Sir, Ma'am?" as I moved to my knees before them, and licked my lips over my shimmering lips. Then winked outrageously at both of them. "Oh please, I'm out of here," said the female. "I don't need some cock crazy bit of fluff to satisfy me. I want a Man, not some queer dressed up in drag. I'm out of here. If you want this skank Tyrone, I'll cover for you" "Thanks Shelly, I appreciate that and I'll make it up to you" Her words cut me to the quick but I still kept a smile pasted on my face as I looked at Tyrone smiling as she stepped out of the door and closed it behind her. He stepped forwards with a smirk on his face. "Miss, I think you are smuggling explosives in that compartment there." he said pointing to my crotch. I was shocked. And stammered out a no, that isn't the case at all. "Never the less Miss, I'm going to have to arrest you and call the police. Now stand up, and up against the wall. I tried to stammer out that I would never do something like that, but he grabbed my arm and hauled me to my feet, and, none to gently, pushed me up against the wall. "Wrists girl, now." He didn't say it loud, but I was defeated. I started to cry as I placed my hands behind my back.. A sound I'd grown all too familiar with was soon heard my hands where cuffed behind me, he'd used the rings on my metal cuffs and hooked them behind me. It was only then that I realized I was still naked. I was going to be marched though the airport in shame. "Please Sir, let me suck your cock. I swear I'm not smuggling a bomb. I'm just a women going to see her Mistress." The tears where really flowing freely down my face now. I'm just a women going to see her Mistress." The tears where really flowing freely down my face now. I was going to be arrested, I was going to be shamed, but worst of all, I was going to miss my vacation and seeing Mistress. I was desperate. I fell again to my knees and struggled against his arms as I pressed my lips against his crotch. I could feel the package in his pants. Not surprisingly maybe but I wasn't thinking at all straight, but it was hard. It finally dawned on me that maybe I wouldn't be marched though the airport, like a common criminal after all. In fact, I knew I was off the hook when he started unbuckling his accouterment belt, and placed it on the table, then began undoing the belt holding his gray trousers. I sucked up my tears, and with sniffled as he pulled his white briefs down and freed his massive cock. I know I hadn't seen many cocks up close and personal like this. So I couldn't really say. But I had seen a great many on the computer before Mistress curtailed some of my porno searching. But this guy was hung. I mean his cock must have been in all reality, a good foot long give or take an inch from just looking. I was scared that if I couldn't take it he would carry me off anyway, and his first words didn't easy my fear either. "Suck me good missy, or else you'll regret it." "Yes Sir" I said and did just that. I opened my mouth and started taking his half-hard cock into my mouth. I'd tasted Karl's cock and his tasted good, nice and sweet and loved sucking him. And tasting this large black cock was different. It tasted musky, masculine, and a slightly salty, my tongue danced over the head of his cock as my mouth descended done his immense shaft. I could feel the head of his cock hit the back of my throat a lot sooner then I expect. Looking down I could see what looked like a lot of cock left I had to try to swallow. I could feel him pull back as the cock slipped out of my mouth slowly. Then push back in again. Hi hands where locked in my hair, pulling it tightly, almost painfully so as his hips rocked back towards my face again. I did my best to take it completely down my throat. I could only thank my Mistress for all the practice she had been forcing me into with the dildo gag at night and other times. I relaxed and opened my throat. I could feel the head push down, and down, way into the back of my mouth. I was swallowing reflexively now as my throat massaged the head of his cock. Apparently Tyrone liked it cause he was standing over me, grunting away as he started fucking me good. "Oh yeah Baby, suck that cock sweet cakes. Treat it good honey." I work that cock like a violin, I played my tongue over it like an artist, running my tongue rings up and down it. I new he was going to pop his cork any minute now. He was moaning loud enough I thought sure anyone walking through the door outside would here him for sure. His balls where slapping me in the face so fast it sounded like applause. That's when it happened. He grunted once, then exploded. I could feel his spunk shooting down my throat. Coating it with his jizz. It tasted like pure heaven to me. My ass was being pumped hard by Mistress's plug, it was filling my ass to a very painful fullness, and my encased shemale clit was humming so bad it was even I could feel the pre-cum leaking out of the tip of it. My nipples where buzzing like to angry hornets as I sucked on his cock even after he'd cum. Trying to suck his balls straight up the shaft. And he was still cuming. I'd heard of men that came in torrents. But never experienced it. Karl was no slouch when it came to the amount of cum I had swallowed. But this black guy was unbelievable I couldn't keep up. I felt another blast of jizz shoot down my throat. I choked finally on how much he was forcing into me. His cock was shoved all the way into my mouth and down my throat. And as he popped off another load, I snorted some of it, right out of my nose. "Swallow it you little bitch, and hurry it up, your flight is almost ready to take off!" and swallow I did. In finally blast of that gargantuan load of cum filled my mouth and I licked it up like a kitty does cream. God, Mistress had made me addicted to cum. I loved Mistress. I could feel the cum dribbling down my chin and coating my upper lip. It was also oozing out of my nostrils in disgusting streamers. "God girl. You have a real pretty mouth." He said then, and laughed, I blushed again at his words. "But we have to get you read to catch your plain, you really need to rush if you're going to board" It was at that point that I heard off in the distance from the loud speakers, "now boarding Flight 214 for New Orleans, now boarding Flight 214 for New Orleans." "All Passengers for Flight 214 report to gate 12, thank you" Tyrone finally hauled me to my feet and turned me around, he fumbled with my wrists a bit, and I heart the cuffs, hooked through the rings of my permanent metal cuffs released and freed. "Get dressed, now, and hurry it up" I started to wiped at the cum on my face, it was all wet and felt disgusting and I wanted it off. I heard both Tyrone and Mistress, almost as if in stereo "Leave it, you don't' have time" then Mistress's voice in my ear laughing cause of the duality of the statements. "I like him bitch, now get dressed, if you don't get on that plane your going to feel some of the more unpleasant aspects of that belt for a long, long time. Now throw your cloths on and move girl!" I did just that, I jammed my arms through the sleeves of my blouse, and jumped into my jeans, I hadn't even bothered to zip them up, or button the blouse. I was starting to do that, when Tyrone grabbed up my arm and hauled me out the door and into the public portion of the airport. I just had time to grab up my purse. His grip on my arm was not nice at all, his fingers where digging painfully into my arm and I had to hold up my jeans with the other hand or they would fall off my ass. The looks from the people as we rushed through the airport where, quite frankly, every emotion you could imagine, shock, horror, surprise, humorous, disgust, and even desire, and lust from a few. The cum was ringed around my lips, smeared under my nose, and starting to drip off the bottom of my chin when we showed up at gate 12. An attendant was closing the door when Tyrone hustled me up to him and pushed me through the boarding ramp past the startled girl. He didn't let go of me though and dashed with me, my heels clicking away on the floor and up to the plane door. "HOLD IT!" he shouted as he went "LATE PASSENGER!" Well they held it, and I got in. As he was leaving I heard him say, none to quietly either. "When you come back here girl, be sure to look me up. And say hell to your Mistress." The stewardess too my ticket and walked me to my seat. The look on her face told me all I needed to know, she was not impressed with me, and certainly not my looks. I was sitting next to a very heavyset man next to me and next to him was, what I thought, was his wife. The man looked me over, but his wife recoiled, and elbowed him, hissing out, not trying to conceal her words at all. "Stop staring at her Tom, she's horrible" I stared holes in the bottom of the plane all during take off. I'd put the purse in the overhead compartment during take off, and since I couldn't get to the bathroom right away. Buy the time the fasten seatbelt sign was off, the cum had dried on my face. But even then, Mistress wouldn't' let me wipe it off. I had to leave it there for the entire, unpleasant flight, package pick up, and check in at the motel. It wasn't until I went to the bathroom I even noticed. I'd inadvertently left Tyrone a souvenir if he wanted it. I wasn't wearing my white silk panties or bra anymore. The last thing I needed was "That will cost you big time girl, those cost me eighty dollars at Frederick's of Hollywood" coming from my earpiece. The Motel and Mardi Gras I got at the motel and checked in at eleven, just before lunchtime, and had managed to finally clean up my face. Mistress told me I had the entire day to do with it what I wanted, and I was hungry, so after cleaning up my face, I went to eat. And for the first time in several weeks I was technically free. I didn't have Karl round twenty four seven. I didn't have orders to make sure Charlene was in control, and I didn't have any orders from Mistress, sure, she was still there, like an angel, or devil, on my shoulder, but I had free time. It felt great. I shopped, I watched the people, I relaxed. And finally, I went back to the hotel. I checked at the front desk for any messages or anything, and the girl there gave me a large package and a card. I took it and went up to my room. I sat on the bed with a package on my lap. It had been waiting for me at reception on my return. I'd spent the whole day wandering the streets, but even after my time out I could still capture the same carefree spirit I had that morning. The activities and splendor of the parade kept on returning to my mind. Finally, realizing that the day was almost over I decided to return to my hotel. It was time to open the package and see what she had in mind for me. With shaking hands I nervously opened the package. It contained a large white box and with a letter taped onto it. Removing the letter I opened it and read the instructions. Dear Suzette Inside the box you'll find a costume for you to wear to the carnival. You are to mingle freely with the crowd and take part in the festivities. Do not try to hide or be unobtrusive. I want you right in the middle festivities. You are only to wear what's in the box, no other garments (including jewelry, other then your chastity devices) may be worn. You are to be out and about no later than 8pm. PS: Once you have put the costume on you won't be able to remove it for eight hours. Do not return to the hotel until the eight hours has expired. Putting the letter down I stared at the box for a moment. Taking a deep sigh I stood up and placed it on the corner of the bed. I opened it up and looked inside. A confusing mixture of colored straps, glitter and metal filled my sight. Taking out the top garment I saw that it was a small facemask. It would only cover my eyes, leaving most of the face visible. At the front was a small silver broach covered with cut glass diamonds that would fit snugly over the bridge of my nose. The mask was made from soft satin on the inside, but the outside was covered with small shiny blue feathers, neatly overlapping each other like the wings of a bird. Several long blue feathers fanned vertically from the broach, forming a small peacock's tail that would stick up in front of my brow. Laying the mask on the bed I next removed a pair of gloves. They were made from the same satin as the mask and were also covered in small blue feathers. Once worn they would cover my hands and wrists almost all the way up to my elbows. Next I removed a pair of pumps. They were at least 6 inches high and colored the same as the feathers. A pair of shiny dark-blue stockings had been put inside each one. Next came a large jumble of feathers and straps. At first I couldn't understand how it worked, but turning it over I discovered two cups that would fit over my chastity bra. The garment was worn over the chest and shoulders, covering my breasts and neck. It was basically a large feather fan attached to a bra and choker. The choker and bra was also covered in the same little feathers as the gloves and mask, but it was stiff and hard. It was obviously not made of satin. The fan was made of large feathers, colored to create a shimmering rainbow of colors. A very big silver broach with the same cut-glass diamonds anchored everything at the back. The last garment was a stiff panty with a long tail of feathers. As with the other garments the panty was covered in the same little feathers. The tail was made of long synthetic feathers that first rose and then gracefully fell down to the floor. It looked like a horse's tail, only more colorful. Feeling the feathers I was grateful to discover that they were made from shiny fabric that could be crushed and bent without being damaged. I was about to put the garment down when I discovered something that made me blush a deep crimson red. On the inside of the panty was a large dildo. I tried twisting the dildo off but it was firmly stuck in place. The only way I could wear the garment was if I inserted the dildo into my ass. I also discovered that the panty had a very thin sanitary pad glued in to the front. I felt the inflatable anal plug already in my ass deflate and the locking mechanize disengage. As with the fan and bra a large silver broach kept the whole thing together. I decided to take a shower and then get ready as I still had some time. When I got out of the shower I started the routine of drying myself and my chastity outfit. I had made sure I had completely emptied my bowels before taking the shower. For some reason I felt awkward walking around the room in just my chastity devices. Maybe it was because of my new surroundings or maybe because I was so nervous - I wasn't sure. I was finally dry and turned my attention to my hair. I dried it as well and then sat down in front of the mirror. How would I go about this? Maybe a braid? Since no instructions had been given I could decide for myself how I wanted to look. In the end I decided to wear light, natural looking makeup with a French braid. Finally I darkened the area around my eyes so that it would look natural while wearing the mask. I turned around and looked at the bed. I decided to start with the brassiere. I had discovered that the whole structure split open at the broach. I struggled to pull it open and get my arms in at the same time. I finally managed to push the two sections apart by making a wedge with my arms and pushing down onto the bed. I wriggled and squirmed my arms into the breach until the structure popped over my shoulders and chest. Twisting and adjusting i made sure my breasts fit snugly inside the chest cavity before reaching behind me and pressing the two sections together. The clasp closed with a final little click. As I'd suspected the garment fit perfectly. Next I picked up the panty. I was filled with trepidation and some excitement at the sight of the anal dildo and for a while I considered the possibility of cutting the dildo out of the panties. The memory of my last bout of punishment came flooding back and I realized I had no choice in the matter. I had no jelly to cover the dildo with and I panicked as I realized I'd have to force it in dry. In the end, after circling the room several times in frustration I settled on using skin moisturizer on the dildo, it was better than nothing, and I was sure it wouldn't cause burning. The panty also split open at the broach and I stepped into it. Bending down I almost lost my balance as the large fan on my back bent down with me. Keeping the panty open I pulled it up until I could feel the dildo tickle my anus. While holding on to the panty with my left hand I used my right hand to adjust the dildo so that it would slit past the back opening of the chastity belt. I tried to pull the large dildo into me but my ass instantly contracted and try as I might I could not get it to penetrate. The more I tried to relax the more I anus clenched itself. I was nervous about tonight, I guess and couldn't relax. In desperation I decided to lower myself onto a stool in front of the mirror. I slowly and awkwardly waddled over to the stool and turned around. I had to keep hold of the panty while I tried to lower myself down. Fearful of losing my balance again I slowly lowered myself onto the stool. I gasped as the dildo pushed into my body, forcing itself deeper and deeper. Finally it was all the way in and I noticed that the stem of the dildo was a lot thinner than the dildo itself, allowing my anus to clench the foreign object within myself. Standing up I tried to get used to the strange sensation of all those feathers altering my balance but it was useless. I tried a few steps and could feel the thing move inside my and feathers sway as my muscles moved. Assured that everything was in place I closed the clasp, but it would not lock. At first I thought that I was not pushing hard enough, but it soon became clear that something was wrong. Still holding on to the garment I re-read the letter but there was no indication of what was wrong. Finally I noticed the two stockings in the shoes. Unrolling one of the stocking I saw that the top lip had several small holes in them. I'd noticed some small knobs on the inside of the panty and I now realized that the stockings were supposed to be attached to them. Realizing that I would have to take the panty off to get to the knobs I cried in frustration and anger. The hormones had really made me a deeply emotional person and I cried a lot more now. After calming down I finally pushed the panty down and the dildo came out with an unpleasant sucking sound. Fifteen minutes later I was ready to try again. I had attached the stockings. The small knobs I had seen turned out to be the heads of little pins, almost like tacks, over which I could attach the lips of the stockings. Once again I moisturized the dildo and stepped into the panty. This time I only pulled it up to around my knees and then I sat down. The feathery tail was everywhere and as I rolled the stockings onto my feet I had also had to keep pushing the feathers out of the way. While attaching the stockings I had discovered that they were actually quite stiff and hard. Obviously they were made for heavy-duty use and would not break or ladder easily. Another thing that I had discovered was that they were quite short. It took quite an effort to pull them all the way up my thighs. It was very tricky to keep pulling at the stockings while trying to guide the dildo into place. I soon realized that using the chair trick would not work because I had to try and keep my balance while pulling on the panty. Finally I decided to try a different approach. I lay down on my stomach on the bed with my legs hanging over the side. Pulling the panty up until I could feel the dildo i rolled over onto my side, careful to keep my legs straight. I slowly and carefully rolled onto my back while trying not to crush the fan with my weight. Using my elbows to support my weight I pulled and wriggled inside the panty until I could feel the dildo begin to penetrate. Once I was sure the dildo was in the right place I slowly sat upright, putting more and more pressure on my ass. The dildo slowly slid into place. Once I was seated properly I could once again feel my ass clinch around the base of the thick dildo. I could fee the width of it spreading my spread asshole. Wriggling and squirming until I was sure everything was in place I once again pushed onto the broach and this time it closed with a final little click. I stood in front of the mirror while I pulled the gloves over my wrists. I had to admit that I looked spectacular in the new outfit. The outfit masked the true purpose of my chastity belt and bra perfectly. Although the silver gauze that made up most of the suit was clearly visible it looked part of her my metal underwear and seemed natural. As promised I had been unable to un-do any of the broaches, they were solidly shut. My ensemble began with the small mask covering my face. The small shiny feathers made me look exotic and birdlike. The small cluster of feathers stuck out from my brow like the headgear of an Indian chief, the long thin feathers slightly bent to the back over my head. The large colorful fan attached to my back framed my head and shoulders. The choker was next and it blended beautifully with the lines of the mask, accentuating the illusion that I was a bird-woman. Together with the long gloves and tail feathers there could be no doubt as to the theme of my outfit. The cups of the bra covered my metal covered breasts like two adoring hands over my chest. Whenever I moved the light would play over the shiny little feathers and create a dance of deep blue shades on my chest. Although the panty and bra were separate units the suit underneath created the impression that it was all one garment. The panty was exotic and sensual, soft, shiny feathers fanned out from between my legs up over my pelvis and around my hips. The rather skimpy garment was given body by the large and fluffy tail sticking out behind me. It started with an impetuous little rise on my tailbone before it bent down and flowed in ribbon of color down to my ankles. Because the stockings were attached to the inside of the panty they looked like part of the garment. I could not help but notice how tight they were, squeezing and forming my legs as they hugged my thighs. They were especially tight over my hips and rump and I was delighted to see that they caused my buns to look tight and fit. They were also dark blue and shiny, each with a black line running up the back of my legs. The pumps were covered with even smaller darker little feathers rounding of the theme of the ensemble. I had another 20 minutes to go before I had to leave the hotel. I decided to walk around a bit and get used to the ensemble. Although tight and uncomfortable the shoes did not nearly demand as much attention as the shaft in my ass. Try as I might I could not get used to the huge invader pushed intrusively up my rear. As I walked I realized that I was waddling like a duck and I concentrated on walking decently. After a few rounds I finally managed to get the look right and I decided to take a rest. Before I could think I had plonked myself down on the bed. A small gasp escaped my lips as the dildo was pressed even deeper into my rear. Jumping up I instinctively tried to make a grab for the rod, only to be stopped by a large and bushy tail. Sighing in frustration I decided that I had to get it over and done with. Doing some final touch-ups to my makeup I sat down to catch my breath. After a few moments I could feel the tinkles of the belt. At first it felt pleasant, but I knew it wouldn't last long. So I grabbed my keys and left the room. I walked into the hallway and immediately wished I could flee back into the room. There were a lot of patrons about and I had immediately drawn everybody's attention. Feeling completely naked and vulnerable I blushed deeply and averted my eyes. I wasn't the only one wearing a costume but mine was by far the most exotic. Pulling the door closed behind me I stared at the floor while I walked down to the elevator. I could feel the stares of the people around me as they quietly whispered to each other. I had taken almost two dozen steps before I realized that I was waddling again. Concentrating on walking properly I looked up and saw that I had reached the lift. Wishing I could melt into the stone I pressed the button and stood with my back to the passageway. I could hear people approaching behind me but I refused to turn around. After what felt like ages the elevator arrived and I stepped in. The elevator was almost full when I got in and I was forced to stand tight against the other people as they went down to the ground floor. An unnatural silence immediately descended over the passengers when I got in. She had never before felt so humiliated and vulnerable as in that lift and I burst out the doors the moment they opened. I felt as if I was suffocating as I almost ran through the lobby and onto the street. Here I felt better as I mingled with the large, happy, and above all - exotic crowd. Out on the town I was not wearing a watch, but I knew by the signals from the belt that it was 8 as I moved out into the crowd. That meant that Mistress would be around here somewhere, or someone she'd hired or asked, to check up on me, supposedly. I tried to concentrate on the faces but other that the appreciative glances nobody seemed obviously interested in me. The streets were packed with people, all of them in a happy party mood. I joined the crowd and tried to look relaxed and happy while every little movement wiggled the dildo in my ass. The crowds flowed around me like a happy, bouncing sea. Everybody was trying to out-do each other with their costumes. Glitter, feathers, straps and flowing ribbons of color dazzled my vision as patron after patron came dancing by me. In comparison with some of the exotic costumes around me I almost looked tame. A woman came bouncing past me, wearing only a g-string and a pony saddle on her back. Suddenly the bra tingles came to life inside it. It had been so long since I had felt them that I almost fainted with surprise. I stood stock still and concentrated on breathing while the crowd flowed around me. It was almost painful in it's intensity. My nipples had grown more sensitive the larger they grew under the hormones. After several seconds of frantic stimulation the electrical teasing slowed down to a slow, torturous reminder. They pulsed just fast enough to remind me that they were there but not so fast that they would hamper my movements. I stood around for a bit, gently swaying as I fought to gain control of my body. Finally confident that I would survive I set off with the crowd, only to be stopped by a sharp and thrilling thrust from the butt plug. Somebody had accidentally stepped on my tail and the plug had wriggled as I yanked on the tail. I tugged my tail from under his feet and shot him a look that could melt metal. Holding my tail in my hand I walked with the crowd, all the while trying to keep my hip movements down to the minimum. I was slowly getting used to all the stimulation and after a while I even managed to walk normally again. The crowd seemed to be aimlessly wandering through the streets, dragging me along. Crackers and fireworks were going off everywhere and the booze was flowing freely. My jaw and stomach muscles were beginning to ache and I forced myself to relax. Somebody passed me a bottle of champagne, I'm sure Mistress would mind so I took a long, hard gulp before sending it along. The flow of the crowd took me into a large open square with a fountain in the middle. The square was packed and I was jostled and bumped as I moved through the crowd. I slowly wandered around the fountain, looking for some clue of what I was to do next. Several men danced with me as I walked about and I just smiled sweetly and allowed my to be passed about. It took me almost half an hour to make the journey around the enormous square and the constant motion was making me crazy. I walked over to one of the buildings circling the square and rested against the wall. Despite standing still I could not escape the pulses on my nipples. To top it off at that moment I could feel the belt begin to suck gently on my trapped clit, and the plug in my ass to start to trust in and out of my ass. I swooned with pleasure and almost fell to my knees. It took a lot of self- control not to reach for my breasts or crotch and firmly held my hands behind my back. I couldn't resist rubbing my foot up and down my leg and just sighed as a quick flutter went through my body. I was intensely grateful for the padding inside my costume - without it my juices would be dripping down my leg. I suddenly got the eerie feeling I was being watched and I scanned the crowd. My heart jumped as I spotted a tall figure in the crowd. He was standing stock still as the crowds flowed past him, his gaze not leaving mine for a moment. The stranger was dressed in a Zorro costume complete with a large hat, face mask and a heavy black cape. For several seconds nothing happened and we just stood staring at each other. I could feel the blood rising to my face as he suddenly started walking towards her. What was this? Was this the meeting part of what I had longed for? He looked regal and proud as he made his way through the crowd. Everything seemed to slow down and I started trembling as the stranger broke free of the crowd and made his way up to me. He gave a low, theatrical bow and took a step forwards. My whole body was trembling as he took my hand and bent down to kiss it. "Madame. My name is Ronald." he said. I tried to smile but I was so nervous it looked more like a grin. "Suzette." was all I could manage. "I saw you standing here all alone and I just had to come over. Would you mind some company?" He asked. His voice was low and strong with a slight French accent to it. I re-tried the smile and this time it came out a lot better. "Not at all." I said and was grateful to hear that my voice wasn't squeaking too much. He moved to my side and also leaned against the building. "There really are a lot of people here this year. It must be the biggest festival we've had to date." he said as he looked out over the crowd. "Are you from New Orleans?" I asked, trying to sound casual. "Yes. Born and raised here. You?" "No. I'm only down for a visit. I had to come see the Mardi Gras at least once in my life." "Oh it's your first time? With that costume on I thought you were a regular." His voice sounded genuinely surprised. Either this wasn't him or he was a bloody good actor. "No this is my first. I got the costume from a shop here in town." "It's really flattering. You have the figure to go with it." I smiled at the compliment and blushed. Either he didn't know as Mistress hadn't told him or he couldn't tell I was really a male. "Are you here on you own?" he asked. I was now almost certain it wasn't him and I relaxed.. "Yes. I came down for a holiday." I said and smiled. He seemed so pleased at the news. It wouldn't hurt to flirt a little would it? He slid his body closer to mine and smiled back at me. "I find it very hard to believe a beautiful woman like you are all on her own." I blushed again and looked down at her my. His warm body was pressing up against mine and suddenly I was trembling. "May I ask how long you intend to stay?" he asked. Now that was a good question. How could I tell him that I had no idea? "Oh - only a day or two. I have to get back to work." I fibbed. "Ah. I see. What is it that you do?" "I'm an investment broker." I replied. "You?" "I own a few small businesses around here. Mostly restaurants." He took my hand and examined it, gently and sensually rubbing the skin between my fingers. Combined with the hard, foreign presence in my ass and the slow insistent tingling of my nipples and clit the treatment of my hands were devastating. "You must be doing well tonight, the city's packed. Is it always this busy?" I managed to say with only a slight quivering to my voice. He had to bend over to my ear as a rowdy troop of revelers came dancing past them. "Mardi Gras is a good time yes." he replied to my question. I couldn't believe how hot I was getting. All I wanted to do was to melt into his broad chest and feel his warm skin touch every inch of my body. Mistress had made me a real horny for cock slut. "You are a very beautiful woman." he whispered in my ear. I looked up into his dark eyes and smiled. With a quick flourish he spread the cape and covered them both in a large black nest. His mouth found mine and I moaned softly as he kissed her. His hands roamed up and down my back, pressing my body into his. His hands happened to stroke my tail and immediately my legs turned to rubber. At last they came up for some air and I cradled my head on his chest. His arms were circling my body, holding me in his protective embrace. Without saying a word they pretended to watch the carnival while I waited for the world to stop spinning. As I lay against him I realized how futile the whole situation was. After all, what could I do next? Invite him to my hotel room? Maybe agree to see him again. Neither was an option I could take. He had no idea that the hard barrier of my "costume" would separate them forever. Standing there, warm and protected in his arms I wanted to cry with frustration. I felt his hands moving behind my back. Curious to see what he was up to I tried to look over my shoulder but the next moment his mouth found mine and again we kisses long and hard. Through the haze of rushing blood and throbbing flesh I felt his hands moving up to my shoulders, pressing down on them, we parted the kiss, which ended my bliss. I pulled back from him and was about to mouth the question when he said. "Mistress Claire sends her greetings slut". Ronald had his hands on my shoulders and kept pressing me firmly to my knees before him. I could hear the sound of a zipper and looked down to see his cock being pulled out of his pants. It was rather large, much larger then mine had ever been when it was excited and larger now for sure. I licked my lips nervously as I looked around. "Scared slut? He asked as a group of people walked through the square. After I nodded my head yes he pulled his cape about us, putting me in the dark. I could feel his hands moves to the back of my head and push me forwards. His cock head was pushing against my lips after a second and I opened my mouth. I could feel the head slip past my lips and come to rest on my tongue. I closed my lips around the shaft and became to pleasure him as cape proved the perfect cover. Nobody could see the situation I was in, on my knees, and sucking this stranger's cock. I did my best to make him happy. I had a feeling he would report my technique to Mistress and if he wasn't pleased I'd be in for it. Strangely Mistress had been quiet in my ear pierce. I could only imagine she was sitting back smiling at what was occurring so I was going to make sure she could hear as well. I started bobbing my head up and down on Ronald's shaft. My mouth was a warm wet hole for his use. My tongue was licking along the shaft, feeling the cock pressing down on it as it pushed in and out of my mouth. I could feel the feathers of my mask pressing against his jeans as I sucked the head of his prick as far down my throat as I could manage. My knees where pressing against the concrete and I could feel the toes of his boots pressing up against the top of them. I reached up, under his cape, and grabbed hold of his ass for balance and to get more of him inside my throat. I could hear him groaning above me as more sounds of party goes came into the square. They couldn't have been more then a few feet from us as I inhaled his cock and held perfectly still. God, what happened if we where caught. I'd be seen as a whore there kneeling with a cock in my mouth. I could feel the tingling in my rock hard nipples grow higher, and my clit pulses where increased in intensity. I moaned around the cock in my mouth and I heard some laughter from the group of people. Did they know what was going on? Could they see something? Did they hear the moan? Finally they moved on and I started pushing the cock back and forth in my mouth again. His hands moved from my shoulders to hold my head, he took hold of my pony tail in back and used it like a leash to jerk my head up and down on his cock. I could tell he was getting close, as I could taste the little bit of pre-cum leaking from his cock onto my tongue. He tasted different from Karl but it still tasted wonderful to me. He was jerking my head up and down on his cock so fast now by my ponytail it hurt. He was panting and groaning as I felt his cock jerk. The cum started to fill my mouth as he pushed his dick completely down my throat. The head was pushed past my tonsils and I could feel a spurt of cum hit the back of my throat, I swallowed that load. My clit was throbbing so hard I thought I would cum my own self, but suddenly, all the teasing on my clit and nipples stopped, completely. The only thing that was still going was the anal plug. Those slow in and out pushing up into and out of my ass. Another load of cum filled my mouth and I swallowed again trying to make sure not to get any on my lips or face. Finally, he stopped cuming and pulled my head back painfully. I could here him say "Good job bitch. I'm sure your Mistress will be pleased. Wish I owned you and that little cock sucking mouth of yours". I smiled though I wasn't sure he could see me in the dark of his cape. Even though his hands were still gripping my ponytail tight I went to stand slowly. If he didn't wish me to stand he wouldn't release the tail. And he didn't. Sighing I adjusted myself on my knees before him. I could here him say, "Stay" as he released my hair. I stayed on my knees as he released my ponytail and I could feel and here him rustling around in pockets on his cape. I felt him pressing something to my lips again and heard him say "Open, cunt" and I did. The rubber ball slipped into my mouth and I could feel the straps wrapped around my head and buckled in back. "If your worried, don't be, the straps are clear plastic and if you bite down and close your lips you can