Mistress P said she was hungry, and at J.s request i had brought sushi, but where to eat, where to sit? Mistress P suggested pillows on the floor, but what to use for a table? Ah~ me!

Onto the floor on my back, closely covered with plastic wrap, i lay very still and sushi was spread on me. Mistress P sat to one side and instructed her slave J to straddle my face, so while they ate sushi, i ate J! i stayed still, but J squirmed a bit.

After dinner, and more nipple play, Mistress P got out her strap on, J. helped her put it on, and they got her cock set in it. As i knelt on the floor beside the kneeling J., Mistress P then started fucking J.’s mouth, all the way down to the hilt. Mistress P said she was training J. to be a good littl cocksucker, and didn’t i think she was learning well? my clitty strained in its chastity while i could only moan in acknowledgement, as i played with J.’s delicious body bits.

Then Mistress P ordered J. onto her knees with her butt facing her mistress, and ordered us to embrace. Closer we were told, closer, until we were knee to knee, groin (!) to groin, breast to breast in a lovers’ embrace. So sweet!

Then Mistress P entered her submissive from behind, and took her breath away. Mistress P fucked J. like that for fore ever…for only seconds…who was counting? It was one of the hottest scenes i have ever been involved in, watching Mistress P over J.’s shoulder as she fucked her lover hard, feeling the judder of J’s body against mine. It was almost like i was fucking her…but not quite, of course.

Mistress P pulled out of the shuddering J. and asked if i liked pussy juice. When i said i loved it, but never got it anymore, she laughed and said, Suck!

She and J. were amazed noit only at my lust to do so, but at the fact i could deep throat the dildo, and went at it with such a will. Well trained indeed, said Mistress P. Good for Natasha to make you such an avid and eager little cocksucker! Mrnmmph! i said.

Then J and i were ordered back onto the couch, where i sprawled back with my pussy (still filled) just at the edge of the couch and J was ordered to lie back on top of me, both of us face up, her head reclined by my shoulder, both of us looking up at Mistress P.

i could (and did!) carress and massaged J’s sweet little breasts, and kissed her neck and shoulder, while Mistress P positioned herself, and then thust into J.

i could watch the lust on Mistress P’s face as she took her little slave, and see/feel the passion rise in both women until J. could hold back no longer and came in my arms. It was hot, and beautiful, and i got to particpate, but never once did i forget myself or what Princess had made me. my clitty felt nothing in its chastity, while my breasts and pussy throbbed and throbbed.

Now that i will not be allowed to orgasm Until Further Notice, my sexuality is heightened, my frustration palpable, and my thoughts, more and more submissive, dwell upon Princess Natasha.

It isn’t a metter of Worth it, so much as a matter of being controlled by Princessa, and lusting for that surrender. THAT is what my birthday party meant: it was for Princessa’s pleasure, not mine, and the more i suffered, the more i thought of Her, the more Princessa loved it.