My former mistress from hell. Part 1She took it too far! I was in my room one night, just lying in bed lightly petting after watching my neighbor slowly undress herself, she always knew I was watching, but still she pretended to be oblivious. It became a weekly ritual, my very on peep show as it were.All of a sudden, we were interrupted by a phone call. I knew straight away it was my mistress. You would never think to look at her that she was capable of such a role, she was quite petite with big blue eyes, long blonde hair and a voice so sweet it was almost angelic. That was her secret, she would use her innocent looks and charms to lure in hapless young girls, then once you were in her grasp, you were hers for as long as she’d want you. Our phone conversation was short. “I’ll be there in 5 minutes!” She yelled. This was unusual, “she never yelled at me before” I thought. Not wanting to anger her further, I threw on my slave outfit, which consisted of leather ankle boots and wrist bands with steel loops attached for restraints, crotchless fishnet stockings with lace trim, black lace and leather panties with zipped crotch, pink leather pleated mini skirt with side split, and a pink leather bustier top with nipple bursa escort zips. I waited outside in the cold like the obedient slave girl I had become, waiting patiently for an evening of much pain and if I was lucky, pleasure. A car approached, I could already feel my body quiver with anticipation. As per her usual request, I got on my knees and bowed my head as a sign of respect. I waited for my first order, but it never came. Instead I was grabbed by my hair and violently dragged into the back seat. A bag was forced onto my head, and a large figure climbed on to me and whispered, “You’ll never be the same again”. “Oh fuck” I thought to myself, “I’m being a*****ed” as I felt the strangers bulge rub against my exposed pussy. I knew this was bad, but little did I know how bad it was going to get.After about 20 minutes the car finally stopped. I heard a voice yell “get that filthy slut out of my car!”. It was my mistress, “great!” I thought, “she must have something special planned”. I could feel the cold straight away, so I knew we were outside, and the cracking of twigs beneath my feet told me must be in the woods. I was dragged along for what felt like an eternity. I heard my mistress cry out, “I want bursa escort bayan that bitch worn out by the time we get there!”. “where are we going mistress?” I cried, that as a big fucking mistake. “Did I say you could talk you insolent little slut?!”, “No mistress, please forgive me mistress” I pleaded. “hold her up against that tree!” She told the stranger. Now before we continue, you should know that up until this night, I WAS a complete virgin, nothing had ever penetrated me before this night. Okay, back to the story. So there I am, head pressed against the tree trunk, arms held firmly behind my back, tears pouring down my cheeks at the mere thought of what my punishment will be.”The little slut claims to be a virgin!” My mistress yelled, “let’s see for ourselves”. Two strong hands grabbed my quivering legs, parting them as far as they’d go, this is when I realized what was happening. I pleaded with her, “please mistress, forgive me, I can’t take this punishment mistress, please, you never told me there would be men here, please, I’m a virgin mistress, a virgin!”. No response, just laughter, male laughter, from all around me. Footsteps approached, my hood was pulled off, but before I could get escort bursa a good look at my fate, a blindfold and gag were forced on me. My mistress whispered in my ear, “Listen to me slut. There are 8 men here, all eager to sample your young pink flesh. There are no safe words here, no one to help you. You’re not going to enjoy this, in fact it’s going to be the worst experience of your entire life. The more you struggle, the harder they’ll fuck you. Just take it like the good little slut you are and I promise I’ll get you home in one piece. Understood? Feeling a warm trickle of urine leak from my pussy, I nodded in agreement.The first of my 8 executioners was up, he grabbed me by the hair (almost pulling it out of it’s roots) and forced my face into the dirt. Before he could even touch my pussy, I had started wetting myself, warm streams of urine flowed down my legs and onto the cold ground below. “Try to piss on me will ya!” yelled my attacker. He yanked my head up from the ground, and planted it straight into the puddle I had just created. “Taste it you bitch!”. I can still taste that vile liquid to this day. His original plan was obviously to ravage my poor innocent pussy, but with it now soaked in pee, he decided to change his course of action. Now, I already knew this was going to hurt like hell, but his next comment put the fear of God into me. “You know what they say about black guys bitch!”. “No, no no oh fucking hell, no”, I thought.