marks of ownership by Slut bambi
i have two large plum-sized purple and red marks on my slutty butt right now, courtesy of my Mistress and my Goddess, Princess Kali. Mistress has informed me that i should cherish these bruises as marks of ownership, signifying Her dominion over me. i have been admiring Princess' handiwork in the mirror, determined to learn the lesson involved, which in this case is to always TRIPLE check Mistress' meal order before serving it to Her. Princess was so annoyed at Her slave for the sloppy mistake that She made my pull up my skirt and pull down my pink panties, right in front of a large crowd at the Fetish Fleamarket, and proceeded to give me a fairly severe, but mercifully brief paddling with the new paddle She had me buy Her for this purpose. At this point i had been serving Mistress since 9:00 in the morning, when She had instructed me to pick Her up at Her dungeon and drive Her to the Fleamarket and assist Her with unloading and setting up Her table. i was extremely excited and embarrassed by this time, as She had required me to attend the event dressed up in my "trampy bambi" outfit, including lingerie, high heels, ankle cuffs, slave collar and a wig. As i listened to the smack-slap-smack of Mistress' blows against my butt, i struggled to stay still and focused on presenting a worthy slave for Princess in front of Her friends and admirers at the fair. My butt was already in sore shape, having endured an even longer flogging just two days earlier at Her Dungeon. After She finished punishing me, Mistress delighted in showing off my marks and making jokes at my expense. Adding to my humiliation, several of the onlookers were friends of Princess that i had served just a week earlier at a private party. Mistress had put Her slave to work by enlisting me to drive Her to the party, wait around for Her call nearby, and then be lead into the party on my knees and made to serve Her party guests as a footstool and foot massager, all the while forced to keep my eyes cast down as the sounds of erotic play and female arousal filled the night air. Finally, Princess entertained Her friends by giving me a wonderful, sensual whipping with a 3 foot cat, which to my surprise and delight left some nice light marks on my butt the next day. (Nothing like the dark circle on my ass now though...i will surely be seeing and feeling the consequences of disappointing Mistress for several days!) Mistress then grabbed my by the chin, leaned close to me, looked right into my eyes and said "Who owns your ass slave? Who owns every inch of you?". "You do" i replied as loudly and proudly as i could manage, feeling totally used as Her slave.
i guess Princess Kali became bored with me after the paddling, because She them completely mortified me by sending me outside the building to go stand around in public dressed up as Her pimped-out slut, along with the cigarette smokers and curious onlookers. i walked outside and pretended to read a copy of the local adult newspaper (which just so happened to feature a lovely picture of my Mistress on the cover) and tried to slowly count to 300 in order to mark the five minutes Princess had ordered me to endure. i heard some comments and laughter from the crowd, and although could not be sure what they were talking about, felt completely exposed and humiliated. Mistress had succeeded in making me sorry what i had wished for once again! :0
To make matters worse, the next time She became bored of me, She sent me outside lead around on leash by Her friend and Goddess, Ms. Venus Divine, who was also in attendance at the Fleamarket with Her slave. Ms. Venus made me get down on my knees and elbows against the front of the building on the jagged cobblestone in order to form a table for Her to sit on while She took Her cigarette break. At this point, Ms. Venus was approached by several interviewers who wanted to ask Her some questions and take some pictures, and to my horror She allowed them to take several shots of Her sitting on me right there in public, as She answered their questions about Her experience at the Fleamarket.
Just to torment me further, Mistress kept sending me outside again and again for five minutes at a time in order to demonstrate my loyalty and obedience to Her, and generally amuse Her. She also came back from the Ladies room at one point with a bottle full of Her Royal Nectar, which She casually handed to me, not even bothering to tell me what to do with it. i sipped Her sweet pee and savored it for a while before gulping down the rest as i know She expected (this slave knows that Mistress considers sharing Her Royal Nectar with Her servants to be mark of ownership as well). Princess loves to shop, and Mistress took the opportunity to lead me around the fair as Her wallet on leash, and selected a new branding pen and shoe-face harness for Her Queendom.
As the event began to wind down, and i began to relax a bit and savor the exhilaration of serving Princess in public, She dropped a bombshell on Her slave: She was going to pimp me out as Her whore the following week, in order to help fulfill a session request from one of Her slut wannabes. Mistress ordered me to show up at Her dungeon, wearing my trampy bambi outfit under my clothes, completely clean inside and out, and ready to be used at Her slutty whore for Her amusement and enrichment... end part2