Here’s to Massachusetts, the home of the bean and the cod, where Cabots speak only to Lowells and Lowells speak only to God…er, Goddess, i mean…

Hot and muggy, walking around doing errands for the Princessa and Ms Selina while They were doing sessions in the room at the hotel Princess Natasha was letting me use. Of course They wouldn’t be using the room i rented for Them to do sessions in…it would smell, there might be disgusting things left on the floor, etc. etc. Good thing O/our rooms were provided with a connecting door, so Princessa could have access to the space She allowed me without having to use the key i had to give Her…but i digress.

Back in the room, on hands and knees on the bench provided as a luggage holder to unpack from and also as a small settee, hauled into the middle of the room, my mouth and ass and therefore pussy were at a convenient height for Princessa and Ms Selina to fuck me from front and back…and they did, vigorously, switching off regularly, so that my chastised clitty dripped and drooled and swelled in its little cage, and my nylon clad thighs rocked back and forth. Princessa likes me to do the work, push back on that cock of Hers, lunge onto Ms Selina’s cock. Delightfully close to her crotch, so frustratingly far from touching it…ever.

As They were pulling out of me, my hair was grabbed and Princess Natasha informed me that i could drink as much as i wanted this evening at dinner because i was going to need the lack of inhibition alcohol would supply for what They had in store for me, and then i was ordered to strip, get in the tub, which i did, and then They urinated, on me, in me.

Showered, shaved, perfumed with Vicoria’s Secret Pear, or, as Ms Selina says regularly, l’eau de whore, i was ready to attend my two incredible Dommes and off W/we went to eat steak, although not before Princess Natasha opined that i should wear my collar with the disco doggy bone. When i voiced my dismay, She relented…and so i wore the faux pearl necklace…the pink faux pearl necklace…the pink one with the LARGE faux pearls.

And of course we were seated in the middle of the very bright main salon of the restaurant, in front of Goddess and everyone. i was sure i was the center of attention, because i was sitting between these two incredibly beautiful Women, who were wearing low cut, short and tight, with highest heels. And i was wearing large, faux pearls. And under my male costume white button down blouse i was wearing the “Barely Legal” pink camisole, which showed through nicely. And carrying the Hello Kitty purse which is my constant companion when out with the Princessa, and in which i must carry my credit cards, money and make-up. Oh, did i mention the make-up i was wearing to go along with the very strong perfume? Well, i was…lots of it.

Princessa got peeved near the end of the meal because i voiced some mild objection to unbuttoning my blouse in that very bright salon, so there was nothing for it but that i should have to be sent to the bathroom and stuff my bra with toilet paper…did i mention i was wearing a bra? So i did, and came back almost as busty as my , er, Companions…but then, thank Goddess, W/we left.

Showgirls on LaGrange has lots of lovely ladies, most, apparently, according to Princessa, straight, but they also serve alcohol, which i needed badly, because, again between the two gorgeous Women, i was forced to have my blouse fully unbuttoned and pulled off my shoulders so the cute little camisole was easily observed…as well as my bra straps and accentuated bosom.

Our beautiful and scantily clad, albeit straight waitress had the biggesst smile for me. She asked a couple of times if it was Girls’ night out, and so it was.

The Ladies did everything They could to attract the attention of the Boston boys in front of U/us, which, considereing the way They had dressed and looked wasn’t all that difficult, and once the boys were chatted up, the Ladies directed their attention to moi, hence the comments, Where You from? San Francisco. Oh, no shit, well that explains it. i was mortified.

Princessa was trying to pimp me out, She was actively soliciting the boys to let me give them blowjobs, and i was petrified. For once She was unsuccessful, but certainly got lots of Boston boys to look at me.

W/we offered up lots of dollars to dancing girls the Princessa and Ms Selina found attractive, but alas none would join U/us at O/our table. Princessa found a couple of them very fetching, and knowing Her lesbian tendencies (that word seems so vanilla when used in describing anything about the Princessa, doesn’t it?) i knew She would be prowling to get at least a lap dance from a willing one, so off the Princessa and Ms Selina went to the bar to chat some up.

The Boston boys for the most part ignored me…thank Goddess.

Shortly we were off to a private area, where Princess Natasha had arranged a private dance by two beautiful girls for me. They were straight, She regretfully informed me, so would dance for me, not on Her, and i was ordered to spread my legs, sit back, don’t touch, and salivate. Goddess, they didn’t touch me physically, but those girls were gorgeous…and very, very limber. Princessa said to enjoy it, because that was as close to sex with a women i was ever going to get, so i did.

Princessa was disappointed that She souldn’t pimp me out, one of Her favorite plans for me, but She sure got me drunk and excited in the abortive attempt. So back to the hotel W/we went, to sleep, perchance to dream.

The next day was long on business for all three of U/us i believe, with a break for me in the afternoon, so i found myself wearing my lingerie, which is de rigeuer when with Princessa, but also i was on my bed with a Forced Womanhood magazine in front of me. i had on a purple silky camisole which teased my nipples delightfully, making them ever so hard, and the beautiful Princessa came through the connecting door, slapped a dildo with a suction cup up on the bed’s headboard above my head, and said Suck it, fuck it, get to it, sandra, and i did, on hands and knees slamming my pussy onto Princessa’s huge dildo over and over…and then there were two Dommes laughing uproariously and jumping up and down on my bed as i fucked that dildo, slapping me and spitting on me and leaping up and down like adolescent girls at a pajama party gone horrible wrong.

Off to meetings and a long, bibulous dinner with clients, and back to the hotel. Princessa had a client come in late and i was required to sit in the cocktail lounge at some remove while She interviewed him…and pay for the drinks. She took him upstairs, walking close past me and telling me to go to my room after paying for the drinks, and swayed Her way out of there with him firmly in tow. i was cuckcolded in ways i can’t even define, and finally got to my room, highly enebriated and in a funk, knowing the the Princessa and Ms Selina were having fun with some lucky boy in their room…and then, somehow, i was there with Them, naked and forced into their bathtub, where the guy was, naked with a huge hard-on and a doleful expression when he saw me. Face to face we were crammed into that tub, and although i couldn’t get hard, and he was really embarrassed and uncomfortable, his erection never, um, wavered.

He couldn’t take the homoeroticism of the situation (drunk as i was, i was pretty uncomfortable with it myself, but anything for the Princessa), whined and cried, and was allowed to leave, but i was ordered to stay, and i stretched my body out in the tub, legs and feet up the wall, and Ms Selina and the Princess Natasha came and peed on me. Princess Natasha gave me a dildo and made me fuck myself while She pissed in my face and mouth. Things got hazy, but i vaguely recall being woken up still in the tub, awash in the Ladies’ urine, a besmeared dildo clutched in my hand…hence the comment the next morning, What the fuck happened last night? i still don’t know, but do remember it as sickly erotic…erotically sick? sick?

More meetings the next day and then no play at all..until about 11 PM as i was drifting off to sleep in the bed where Princess Natasha had conducted much of Her business that day (i could tell by the smell) the connecting door to O/our rooms was thrown open and there came screaming through Ms Selina, yelling Panty raid! Panty raid! and laughing maniaclly while ordering me into the tub, so she could pee on…and in…me. Five times? Six? Who was counting? But it was late into the night and during every commercial break on the movie They were watching. She was drinking wine and lots of water…i can attest to that.

Soaked and urine smelling i was finally allowed to sleep.

The next day i had a meeting in the morning before our afternoon flight, and as i was required, i called Princess Natasha before returning to the room She had assigned me. She ordered me to bring up particular coffees, for She likes Hers just so, and also an iced regular coffee for me. But i don’t drink coffee, i (diffidently!) reminded Her. She said, I know! Laughed and hung up.

Into my room, naked, in fact into my bathroom, and the Princessa was appalled at the disgusting state of my toilet bowl. i hadn’t done a second flush and there was some, er, detritus still present, floating in the bowl, a miasma of, um, effluvia.

On my hands and knees, face in the bowl hovering over the “effluvia” and i found that, indeed, Princess Natasha wasn’t going to make me drink the unwanted coffee after all…but i was still going to have it. She had decided this trip that i would start using Massengill douches to clean myself for Her instead of the disgustingly masculine enemas, and there was a used disposable douche in the waste. Princessa sucked up the coffee into it and then squirted it into me…all of it. But that is not all, oh no, no, no. Princessa got in a frenzy to get things into me; hand lotion, hair conditioner, water, coffee, ice cubes, icy hot, oh so hot! So, so hot! So cold, oh Princessa, so cold!

At one point the insertion tip of the douche was pushed into my mouth so i could suck it clean before more penetrations into my pussy.

But no relief either way, and Don’t you lose a drop, you little whore! Finally, finally, i was told to sit on the toilet seat, my clitty was released from the chastity and i was instructed to diddle myself as i was trained, with one finger.

Ms Selina was standing in the doorway, watching avidly as my eyes glazed and my fingers flew. Princess Natasha was standing next to me, pulling on my nipples, urging me on, ordering me to cum while She stared in my eyes. Althought there was no hypnosis used this trip, i can tell you i was mesmerized by Her compelling eyes, Her voice as She ordered me to cum at the count of five, the pressure building, building, my need to please Princess, to obey overwhelming me, and i came as She required, at the count of five, three weeks’ worth of offering flowing over my hands, onto the front lip of the toilet bowl and onto the marble floor.

Before i could think, Princess had forced my hand to my lips and i was made to suck the cum off them for Her, and then She ordered me to my hands and knees on the floor in front of the bowl and told me to lick the cum from the toilet, the front of the toilet and off the floor, before i was allowed to release the wealth She had forced into my pussy. And i did, hearing the sharp intake of breath from Ms Selina as i put my tongue to the toilet bowl.

Whoring for Princessa as art. Submission to Princessa as the breath of life itself. With that one act of degradation, Ms Selina saw i am doomed. Princess Natasha just laughed.