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"So you know the only way for you to survive and have a happy life, don’t you?"
This time I only nodded my head and cried.
"Then say it," Mistress J said firmly. "Say it slave zara."
I swallowed several times and then said in a very shaky voice, "This slut submits herself to you, Mistress J, as your slave and gives you total control of its life."
"I accept you as my slave," Mistress J said. Then I heard a buzzing sound and something was pressed against my front just above my cunt.
I gasped loudly as a thousand bees stung my flesh. Then Mistress J spoke. "That was an electronic tattoo device," she began, "It says ‘slave zara, Propery of Mistress J.’ Is that a true statement?"
"Yes Mistress J," I said softly.
I heard something being scraped across the floor behind me. Then I heard a slight creaking as someone climbed a ladder behind me. The bottom portion of the hood was released and pulled up slightly. I could tell by the feel of his hands that it was a man doing this. Something was being wrapped around my neck in its place. It was hard and cold. I heard a very slight "Click" and it was in place.
"With this collar," Mistress J said firmly and loudly, "I accept you as my personal slave and extend my protection and guidance over your life and being."
There was the loud sound of applause, then Mistress J said, "I think it is time for you to see your new Masters and Mistresses." She was almost laughing as she said that.
The man behind me fully loosened the hood and pulled it up off my head. There was a loud gasp from the sixteen people gathered. I heard someone exclaim, "Mistress Regina!!!"
"No," Mistress J said firmly, "Mistress Regina is gone. Actually she never existed. This is slave zara." She looked up at me and asked, "That is who you have truly been all along, isn’t it little zara?"
"Yes, Mistress J," I said softly.
"Well," Mistress J said with a slight laugh, "it’s time for dessert. Gather around the table and our slut staff will serve a delicious Creme Brulee."
As the people ducked their heads and filed beneath me to get to the dining room, Mistress J said cheerily, "I have a special dessert for you, too, slave zara."
One of the servants hurried out carrying a special harness. She stepped up onto the ladder and wrapped it around my waist. Then she pushed the anal plug into my ass. After everything I went through already, it slipped in very easily, but the leather stung against my bruised and purple ass.
Then Mistress J reached up from in front of me and pushed the oversized dildo into my cunt. Once it was in place, she pulled the strap up to the belt and firmly secured it.
She slipped back under me and walked over to the table where she picked up a remote of some sort. She pushed some buttons and both the dildo and the anal plug began buzzing. It must have been following a program of some sort because even after she sat down with her guests, the vibrations continued to rise and fall. The two vibrators were not in sync, so one would be at maximum while the other might be even at minimum. Once in a while they got into sync. That would drive me wild and I would grunt and moan and shake in my restraints. Then, just when both vibrators would reach maximum, they would deliver a lightning bolt of electricity to my cunt and ass.
The first time that happened I screamed loudly. The second time I just grunted and went back to enjoying the vibrations. It was on the sixth or seventh time that I blasted off and then hung limply as a naked X in the archway.
"No more," I muttered, "please no more," but Mistress J replied, "You want it. You just won’t admit that to yourself. You will hang there until the evening is over."
She had gotten up from the table and was standing directly behind me now. She reached up and stroked my bruised asscheeks.
"I may even leave you up there all night," she said softly. "And when I finally bring you down, you are going to write up everything that happened today and send it to Master W. He will post it on all of his story sites and everyone will know that Mistress Regina has become slave zara. Will you do a good job of that, slave zara?"
"Yes Mistress J," I answered softly.
She only kept me up in the arch until after all of the guests had left. Two of the servants had to help lower me to the ground because I couldn’t stand on my own. I sat on the floor looking up at Mistress J. She looked down at me and said, "Once everything returns to normal, I want you in the office that used to belong to Mistress Regina. You will write up everything tonight and leave it on a memory stick. Put that stick on my desk next to my computer. I will edit things and send it to Master W in the morning. Can you do that, slave zara?"
"Yes, Mistress J," I answered, "slave zara can do that."
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Mistress J only changed a few things in the story I wrote. She was, however, very upset that I hadn’t told the story of how this night came about so I am adding that here.
It was at breakfast on the day when she cut my hair. Mistress J and I are actually cousins who share a house that we inherited from our aunt. My bedroom is on the ground floor off the kitchen, hers is upstairs.
We are very different people. I am... or was... a blonde with very pale skin that almost glows in the dark. Her skin is quite a bit darker and her hair is straight, black and very shiny. I can barely wake up before noon. She’s a morning person. Last week, there was someplace that we had to be and I was still in bed. She was at the table in the kitchen. My alarm had gone off several time and she had called me just as many times. She was getting upset and yelled to me, "Get your ass out here to this table NOW!"
I wasn’t really awake yet, so I acted on instinct and jumped out of bed and ran into the kitchen. I sat down opposite her at the table and sat there shaking. I sleep in the nude, so I was sitting at the table naked.
"That’s a response I would expect from my slaves," she said, almost laughing.
"Is that what I am?" I asked.
"Is that what you need to be?" she replied.
I paused a long time and then said "I don’t know. I really don’t know. I’m a Mistress because you are and you introduced me to the scene, but..." My voice trailed off and I looked down at the table.
She reached across the table and lifted my head. Then she looked me straight in my eyes and said, "Maybe we should give you a taste of slavery and you can decide what you are? Think about it all day today. If you want to sample a taste of slavery, after supper tonight, kneel before me when we go into the living room and say, ‘I need to know.’ I will take it from there."
We ate in silence that night. Actually I don’t think we spoke at all during the day. After supper, I cleaned up the kitchen and went into my bedroom. Julie Ann went into the living room to watch TV. I came out of my bedroom naked and knelt before her.
"I need to know," I said in a voice only slightly louder than a whisper.
She must have known what I would do because she had everything ready and prepared. From that point on she was no longer Cousin Julie Ann, she was Mistress J. And a week later she was this slave’s Mistress.
I needed to know. And now I do.
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