The Seven Deadly Sins

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It was pouring down when we got out of the taxi, the wet asphalt reflecting the club’s neon lights as the colours of a spoiled rainbow. It represented the place and my life perfectly; a distorted paradise. Above the entrance, the “7 deadly sins” sign glowed in its usual red, the colour of fire and hell, because make no mistake, whoever had a membership here was on a sure path to inferno.Mistress leading the way.She wasn’t fond of the rain and didn’t see the beauty in it. “I hate this foking English weather,” she cursed, prodding her long legs forward, out of the car into the cold, wet December air. Just looking at her graceful features one would never have thought that this goddess swore like a well-educated sailor.I didn’t know which part of South Africa she was from; she didn’t like to talk about that part of her life, but I’m guessing it must have been the sunnier side as she absolutely despised rain. “Come on pretty little thing.” She pulled on the leash that was attached to my black diamanté collar, adding, “We don’t want to ruin your hair and makeup before due time.”The club’s entrance was mere steps away so there was no real danger of getting soaked in the freezing winter rain, but after that hint my panties were a different matter altogether. I looked up to her, my eyes filled with hope. Even in my six-inch heels she towered above me, only because she was so very fond of her lace-up black stiletto boots.She gave me a quick, vacant stare. She could be described as a typical cold beauty, with platinum blonde locks – now tied in a messy but somehow still elegant ponytail – and eyes of misty mornings. Her nude lipstick concealed her narrow lips almost completely, as if she didn’t need a mouth and everyone was expected to just read her mind. She had chosen big, heavy crystal earrings and matching necklace to further distract and intimidate whoever dared to feast their eyes on her. Just like that, noticing her sealed, frozen lips, hope whizzed out of me and I looked away as I was expected to.It seemed like tonight wouldn’t be the night that I would get my old life back and that my punishment was to continue. Seven long months, and all for one silly mistake; I was really starting to become desperate Escort Esenyurt and grow resentful towards her. As much as I loved her and loved being owned by her, deep inside I was a free spirit and I’d been locked up for far too long.She didn’t have to tell her name to the bouncers; they greeted her by it and one of them crossed us off the list on his phone. They must be used to all sort of kinky shenanigans and outfits but he still stared at my studded cat ears and his eyes lingered on my assets for a few seconds.“Mmm,” I purred at him cheekily. I wasn’t fond of big beefy, double wardrobe type men, but I’d been starving for a nice big cock for too long and I couldn’t have cared less what it was attached to anymore.Mistress again pulled on my leash. “You’ll be punished for that later,” she scolded.“Ba-ad kitty,” The bouncer smirked, shaking his head teasingly, which just made me want him even more. I wanted to put on the brakes, dig my heels into the red carpeted floor and tell him what this bad kitty wanted to do to him – but I was already in enough trouble as it was.The word decadent didn’t do the place justice on any given night, but now with all the festive decorations it was surreally beautiful – whomever was in charge had gone so far as to change the wallpaper on the walls. Before, it was something dark and a bit gothic; now the silver-glittered patterns sparkled against the white background like freshly fallen snow. They went with a silver and white theme this year and the rest of the decorations echoed these colours of innocence. The shift in atmosphere that this caused was in scandalous contrast to the club’s purpose, but then that was obviously the very aim.After handing over our coats to the staff we headed to the main ballroom. My little red cocktail dress didn’t leave much to the imagination and, as we entered, all eyes turned upon us. Larissa was well known in these circles and people were rushing to greet her, and as usual she never bothered to introduce me to anyone. I was just her pet, her accessory. I didn’t mind it at first but now, after so many months, it had begun to feel humiliating.I kept myself busy looking at the Christmas tree, the biggest Etiler escort I had ever seen in my life. I tried not to think about how many woodland creatures had lost their homes when it had been cut. There was a smaller room, adjacent to the big dance hall, separated only by three large archways. A long table ran throughout its full length, adorned with a pristine white tablecloth, silver cutlery, more kinds of alcohol than could ever be thought of and a buffet dinner that, from where I stood, seemed to consist mostly of seafood dishes. Posh and all, but give me a burger any time over fancy oysters and caviar; I hoped they at least had some pigs in blankets. The champagne, however, was out of this world – it tasted like a basket of summer berries from a hilltop where the sun shines stronger, ripening them to perfection. It lit up little sparkles on my skin and in my brain as the tiny bubbles coursed through my veins, tickling me inside like miniature bouncy balls. The club’s waitresses were patrolling the room, balancing flutes of this nectar on small glitter trays. They wore nothing but barely-there thongs, revealing almost their entire bodies to the hungry eyes of the guests.Mistress had been in an animated chat with a man in a silver suit; he had casually reached for a few glasses of bubbly and placed them into our hands, while at the same time tucking his other hand under the waitress’s string and stroking her mound with the backs of his fingers. She gyrated her hips provocatively and whispered something into his ear, carefully balancing the tray as she leaned forward. Whatever she said earned her a big grin on his lips, but then he turned back to Larissa and asked if we’d like to have a few bites. We walked over to the table; he pulled a chair out for Mistress but left me standing.“Ohh, she can’t sit anyway,” she giggled, lifting up my dress revealing my cute stripy cat-tail and its associated butt plug hiding between my ass cheeks.“Nice,” he remarked with a grin.“You better just kneel on the floor, kitten,” she instructed me. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but I was used to it. I curled my legs under myself and sat there in a sideways pose between the Eyüp escort bayan two of them as they chatted away in Afrikaans. I was given a few bites from her hand, sweet chilli shrimps, salmon bites on brioche rolls, some melt-in-the-mouth chicken tikka skewers and for dessert – because she knew how much I liked fruit, – a few honeyed figs and a miniature blood orange tartlet.“More.” I looked up at her, begging with the honest desire of a hungry kitten. With my face-painted button nose and whiskers, I imagined myself as irresistibly cute. She handed me a few more figs and let me lick the honey off her fingers. I curled my soft tongue around her long sexy fingers and purred contentedly. I put my paws on her chair and rubbed my tits against her thighs. She let me suck her digits while she was looking at the man behind me with narrowed eyes and a gleeful pout.Now with my stomach full, my other more pressing needs were rising rapidly. Unable to fight the urge I teased her, kissing her beautiful, fishnet clad legs, working my way up, smelling the scent of her arousal while others watched; this was one of her favourite things to do. I was there to serve her and everybody else she chose to entertain; I was to pleasure numerous women and men with my mouth while always wearing a plug in my butt and my pussy was also absolutely off limits to everyone. It had been my punishment for the last seven months, because I “had gone too far” with a particular… erm… I guess we could call it a gangbang. “I’m not sure, how I feel about you fucking so many men in one night,” she had said.Instead of completely removing us from the scene and giving up coming to ‘Seven’, she chose to tease me and punish me in this very cruel way. I assumed she got off on torturing me and enjoyed the thrill of others lusting after me and using me.She suddenly pulled me up by my collar, my elbows resting on her chair between her thighs and looking deep into my eyes she said in a serious tone. “I want to give you an early Christmas present, kitten. I stop your punishment for a day. For 24 hours, we will do whatever you want to do.” It was completely unexpected and I was lost for words and for a minute or two I was lost for ideas too. Then the kinky fantasies slowly came alive and wiggled and snaked their way back into my dirty mind.“Anything?” I grinned mischievously.“Yes,” she sighed, rolling her eyes in mock disapproval. “If you want to take home a whole football team, we will do that. Or a dominant couple, or whatever you wish.”

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