Slave Slut Roulette: Femdom Fiction

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Slave Slut Roulette: Femdom Fiction

The instruction to attend had come mid-morning.

George had settled into the dreary ennui of the monthly meeting when the vibration of his phone jolted him. Taking a surreptitious peek he saw the now familiar message – “Your service is required this evening. Attend. Mistress.”

Now pulling into the driveway he reflected that the rest of his day had been taken up with thoughts and anticipation as to what might await him. His enslavement had been quick and brutal, much to the seeming delight of the Mistress and her friends. He knew he was very much a muse for them, and they were taking great glee and satisfaction in ‘training him up.’

At the front door he was admitted by Blaise, the crossdressing maid, who had attended on the previous occasion. He nodded respectfully at her, all too aware of the possibility that he might have to interact with her in some fashion later in the evening.

“Come, they are waiting,” she said.

Blaise admitted him to the sitting room. George’s heart fluttered. In front of him on the couch sat Mistress and two other ladies he hadn’t met before. One was similarly blonde and festooned with tattoos, whilst the other was a very fetching brunette. Behind them stood two muscular hooded gimps.

George stared transfixed at them, unable to avert his eyes from their cleavage, whilst cognisant of their piercing, all encompassing stares. Mistress rose to meet him.

“Georgina, it’s good to see you bitch,” she intoned. She introduced him to her companions.

He immediately fell to his knees in the agreed greeting and acknowledgment.

“We have a new game for you this evening bitch. Let me introduce you to my friends and other slaves.”

The introductions over, she ordered him to rise and strip. He unbuttoned his shirt and pants under their watchful gaze. From the corner of his eye, he could see a sly smile on the face of one of the hooded slaves in the rear. Naked he stood before them, in that moment when his fate for the evening would be decided. Would he be asked to dress in sissy clothes or beaten.

Mistress stood forward. “We have a new little game this evening, Georgina, our version of a very old one, so we can’t exactly claim originality, but interesting all the same.”

On this cue the slaves left the room and returned a minute later carrying a table on which was perched a roulette wheel. They placed it to the side.

“Take a look at our wheel, Georgina,” Mistress instructed. He stepped forward and looked into the pit of the wheel.

It was a typical roulette wheel with one distinctive difference. Instead of numerals, there were symbols, and they were all of sexual acts. The awareness of what the evening was to bring now dawned on him, as he heard the giggles of the Doms behind him.

“Well, shall we make a start,” said Mistress. “It’s one spin per Mistress, Georgina. The winning Mistress of reach round has to prep you and take you through the act.

“Mistress V, perhaps you would like to take the first spin.”

The blonde Mistress stepped forward, as the rest gathered around the wheel. There was no grid, George noticed, so it was a different kind of game. Mistress V placed her hand on the middle component.

“I’m betting on a good caning,” she said, to the laughs of the others.

Mistress indicated her choice was ‘encouraged’ bi cocksucking, while the red headed Mistress B said her bet was sissification. She spun. The ball spun around the vector, gradually slowing. George held his breath, as the ball settled first on a symbol resembling a nipple, until it moved slightly and alighted on two stick figures, one of which was kneeling in front of the other. It was more than apparent what this was. Mistress laughed, as the winning of this bet clearly was hers.

“Slave J step forward. Georgina, get on your knees.”

George knelt down as the hulking frame of the harnessed Slave J loomed in front of him. The slave’s physical prowess was apparent, and this was exacerbated by his obvious excitement as Mistress unveiled his cock.

“Start worshipping it you fucking bitch,” said Mistress. “I’m going to enjoy the fruits of this gamble.

She manoeuvred George’s mouth to Slave J’s balls and he started licking them, his tongue traversing them and the bind, the taste initially jarring. Slave J’s cock stiffened. Mistress ordered him to lick the shaft. His tongue lolled up the thick shaft, circling the head in anticipation. She then told him to kiss the head and peep hole, the prelude to taking it in his mouth.

“Let’s see how your sucking technique is coming along, shall we.”

George swept his tongue around the head in one final circle before taking it in his mouth. Initially he just took the head, before Mistress ordered him to deep throat and gag on it. Establishing a rhythm, he sucked until the slave was on the verge of coming. She pulled his head off as his cock erupted in a volcano of semen over George’s face.

“Not too bad for an evening’s gamble,” said Mistress. “Now shall we spin the wheel again?”

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