Kinky Circus Party for Mistress

A FemDom Fantasy Story by slave penny

Kinky Circus Party for Mistress: It was not an ordinary indoor circus. It was small, the luxurious seats located on three steeply rising tiers. Tables between each pair of seats were filled with half full bottles of champagne and other wines, glasses, sumptuous foods and a multitude of sex toys.

Every seat of the small, select capacity was filled. Each seat occupied by a woman. All had started the evening perfectly beautified, polished and manicured. They had entered a couple of hours earlier, dressed as if parading on the red carpet before a film premier. Beautiful flowing dresses, low cut teasing tops, skirts, trousers a perfect mixture of silk, leather and lace.

Kinky Circus Party for Mistress FemDom Fantasy StoryThe air smelt of opulence. Amongst the throng of feminine beauty, slaves were interspersed, to see to every need of the guests. The host of the kinky circus, the Goddess, my Mistress, found slaves repulsive. The thought of their naked or half naked bodies abhorrent.  In her world, at her events, slaves were covered – as on this occasion in tight fitting rubber.  The obvious discomfort of her slaves betrayed by the sweat pouring from the brows beneath their rubber hooded heads always pleased my Mistress. On this occasion our skin tight rubber uniforms were a hideous bright yellow. Slaves could not hide. Always visible to the guests and at their beck and call. In keeping with the theme of this night, which was to emphasise the superiority of real men over their worthless counterparts, the mouths of all slaves were bizarrely wedged wide open clasped around rubber ring gags. Slaves had no need to speak, they merely obeyed commands. Our aching clamped jaws were an added discomfort and of course our open unprotected mouths always open to the abuse of our betters.

So, the first part of the kinky circus main event approached. The female guests, suitably aroused by the opulent debauchery that had been presented to that point, much of which seemed merely to reflect similar proceedings in the audience, no longer looked like suitable red carpet celebrities. Few arm straps remained in place, bras and breasts were exposed, trousers unzipped and skirts raised. Perfectly applied make-up and lipstick was now smeared. Spittle on the cheeks of many slaves recorded the bad aim of many of the guests although it was certain that the mouths and throats of many of the rubber clad serfs bore the fruits of better directed saliva.

My Mistress, in her private box, remained a little more dignified than her guests although she and her female partner were not to be outdone and were very much enjoying each others company.

The main event of the kinky circus was announced. It was to be in two parts, the second part being the final act of the evening. Three male gladiators entered the ring to the cheers and approval of the guests. Their oil clad torsos and muscles gleamed to perfection. Three naked, weedy less embellished males were then led into the ring from the other side. The contrast was obvious and irrefutable. The crowd bayed and mocked the poor, pathetic wretches. Three females dressed in just their knickers were also brought into the ring. Their obvious, but aborted attempts to get near the naked pray betrayed an obvious affection.

The three women were brought up to the Mistresses box and held for her examination. She stood and gently stroked their faces and breasts. They tried to shy away from her but their keepers ensured the Mistress could touch and toy with them at her will. “It will all be for the best,” she whispered to them. “You will thank me very soon…”

A wave of her hand towards the kinky circus ring signalled that the event should begin. It was a short lived contest. One of the three women tried to look away, but the Mistresses, noting this, signalled to that woman’s keeper with a look in her eyes and the woman’s face was clasped firmly towards the ring.  The gladiators pulverised their opponents. The crowd cheered despite the uneven contest. At one stage the conquering gladiators paused and looked up to the Mistress to see if they had done enough. They hadn’t and the wretches suffered further. A short time afterwards, a further pause by the gladiators was acknowledged and they stood leaving their prey crumpled on the floor sore and bruised. “Take your prizes!” the Mistress called to the cheers of the assembled. The three women were then returned to the ring. Once there, they tried to break free to give succour to their suffering partners. Any attempt was futile and they were soon clasped by the inescapable grip of the victorious gladiators who took their prizes away from the public view of the ring.

The smashed bodies were unceremoniously dragged from the kinky circus ring which was then empty. Upon the announcement of a short interlude, the buzz of laughter and merriment from the audience was palpable. Much to the pleasure and appreciation of my Mistress, the evening was so far a great success.

Further demonstrations of opulence and debauchery followed the short break. The continued consumption of wine and champagne increased the bawdiness and lewdness of the throng. The previous dignity of my Mistress was slightly tarnished as the amorous embraces of both her and her personal guests intensified. Her friend, taking a short break for a bathroom visit, took great pleasure at spitting into my open mouth to the great amusement of my Mistress. Prevented from swallowing due to my locked jaws the goop clung to the top of my mouth dripping and trickling slowly down onto my tongue. It remained as a reminder of her onslaught until late that night when my gag was removed and I could swallow her nectar of saliva.

The second part of the main event was announced. The three previously beaten men were dragged in once more and each spread-eagled to a Victoria cross. Their naked torsos bore the bruises and scars of the previous encounter. Unable to hold up their own heads following the beatings, their hair was gripped from behind pulling back their heads and exposing their faces. They now also wore ring gags, their mouths held wide open and vulnerable.

The three gladiators returned to the kinky circus arena with the three female prizes. The women, now wet and naked clung to the victors. Their legs wrapped around the muscular torsos of these real men. Eager pussies pressed against the groins of the gladiators as if demanding more cock. One by one each woman crossed to their former partners. The scowled and chastised the exposed inadequacies of their former lovers, slapped their faces and spat into their unprotected mouths. On each occasion the crowd whooped with this delight. The three enlightened women returned to their real men, but not before bowing to the Mistress acknowledging the gratitude she had previously predicted.

It had been a great success for my Mistress. Three new slaves were to be broken and start their training and three more grateful women would join her following.

– slave penny


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There is a Friday project at Cara Sutra called Fetish Friday. My aim has been to publish a post on Fridays relating to the world of BDSM and kink, as opposed to more mainstream sex tips or erotica. I’m also known as Mistress Cara in the BDSM scene. I have a passion for FemDom, male submission and male chastity in particular. Some time ago I acquired a male slave who I named penny. As he has shared some of his chastity provoked fantasies with me, I thought it would be great to share them with you, my readers, too. Check back on Fridays for more FemDom Fantasy Stories. You can also follow my weekly kinky blog articles by following me on Twitter.

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