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I knelt there, locked in pain, anticipation, and…hope…as she decided my fate.I was naked, of course, and there were angry, red welts across my ass, back, thighs, tits, and cunt. Some of them oozed blood. They hurt badly…and I knew I had found something I desperately needed. Or rather, someone.“So, you beg Me to be your Mistress, do you?” Her low, husky voice mocked. “Why should I take you over all the others, slut?”I trembled, and said the first thing that came to mind. “I…I don’t deserve to be your slave, I know that, but I so desperately need it that I will do anything, anything at all to please you!”She grimaced. “So what? They all say that.” She continued in a whiney, mocking voice, ‘Oh, Mistress, do anything You want to me, please, please, please!’”She looked suddenly tired, even sad, then sighed and stood up. “You may go,” and started to turn away.“You…you could…use me as a human sacrifice,” I said in desperation.She stopped, and turned back. “Whatever do you mean, slut?”I gulped, but at least I had caught Her attention.“I…remember reading about the Olmecs of Mesoamerica. They used to tie virgins to a St. Andrews cross, paint them with female jaguar musk, then lead in male jaguars.”I gulped. “The virgins were ripped to shreds by the cats while the worshippers watched.”She looked at me, and I saw interest light Her eyes. “Go on.”I swallowed. “They viewed the Jaguar as the God of the Night, and sought to appease the darkness with human sacrifices. My idea is to substitute sex for death. Instead of killing me, You…fuck me. Viciously. Cruelly. The audience would love that.“And so would I.” My voice almanbahis şikayet trailed off as I gazed at her hungrily.She looked at me, surprised, then sat down again. “Is that what you think, child? That I am the God of the Night, and I fuck people to be cruel?”I closed my eyes, and felt hope return. “Mistress…you are known in the Community as the Goddess of Darkness, the examplar of pain.” I swallowed again. “And pain calls to me.”I will worship you…and sacrifice to you…if You will allow me.”She crossed one immaculately clad leg over the other, straightened Her skirt, and I heard amusement in Her voice. “But you’re not a virgin, are you?”“I’ve never been with a man, but…no…I’m not a virgin.”“Then would you be an…adequate…sacrifice to Me?”I dropped my gaze, heartbroken. “Probably not.”She leaned forward and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at her. She gazed deeply into my eyes for what seemed like eternity, then sat back again, pensive.Her reputation was well-earned: She really is the Goddess of Darkness, and pain pigs and deep submissives swarmed after her. I was just lucky She had had a cancellation, and had seen me at a Munch. It had given me a chance to be in Her presence.Finally, She looked back at me, and smiled. “Very well. This is Tuesday. You have until Saturday night’s show at the Munch to find a way to prove yourself…adequate. Get in touch with my slave with the details. All.”She waved me away. But there was a small smile there which hadn’t been there before.I touched my forehead to the floor, then scrambled up, bowed from the waist, backed three paces, then turned and hurried almanbahis canlı casino out of the room before She changed Her mind.There was a lot to do, and not much time to do it.But I had my throbbing, aching body, and the stripes She had put on it, to inspire me.And hope – sudden, unexpected hope!~~~~~He was just a slave, but he was Her slave, so looked at me with disdain, his voice dripping contempt.“You want Mistress to dress up as a cat? What is this, a fucking Broadway musical?”“No, She will become the Jaguar God, the Goddess of Night, come to take Her sacrifice. Yes, there will be costuming, but there will also be claws, and real blood. And She will fuck me in front of the entire audience. It will be a sensation, and bring Her even greater renown!”I was trying to be enthusiastic, and didn’t mention that I had secured the help of a make-up artist who had done CATS!I handed him the scenario, the list of what was being provided, and Her part in it.He glanced at it. “Very well, I’ll tell Her. But I don’t think much of it.” And he actually sniffed.Asshole.~~~~~“You asshole! I told you to listen, not to offer your worthless opinions! There are so many insipid sluts who want Me to do all the work, and look at me with their placcid cow eyes! I finally find a submissive who wants to engage with Me, and you dump on her with your shit-for-brain notions!” She breathed hard, truly angry in a way hardly anyone ever saw.“Well, fuck you, you conceited prick. No, better yet, don’t fuck you!“Leave Me. You’ve outlived your usefulness!”He blanched, but immediately got up and left.~~~~~Mistress and almanbahis casino I were on the stage where we would be performing that night. She wasn’t made up, but had the head, claws, and feeldoe I had secured for Her for that evening. We were walking through our actions and I was explaining the ritual that I had half-researched, and half-invented.“I will be tied here, on on my back, on this horizontal St. Andrews cross, slightly elevated so the audience can see me, and with my arms and feet spread wide. One of the acolytes will come in and paint me with water-based dye…”“No,” She interrupted. “They’ll paint you with your own juices. We do want realism, now, don’t we, pet?” She smiled at me.I stopped, mouth open, then slowly closed it. Certainly, I was wet enough just being in Her Presence. I could probably stretch it with some kind of musky perfume if necessary, so I nodded, “Y…yes, Mistress. But we should add some coloring so it not only smells right, but so the audience can see it.”She nodded. “Go on.”“You prowl around me, sniffing, then expose the feeldoe from your costume, showing it to the audience, then move up and fuck me. Does that make sense, Mistress?”“Let’s try it.”Again, I am caught off-guard, but can think of no way to refuse. I climb up onto the St. Andrews cross and grab on…until She walks over and calmly fastens the straps.“Uh, I was only going to…”“We’re going to do a full dress rehearsal, pet. After all, we need to know if we’re…compatible.”She leans back to look at me. “Wouldn’t you agree?”I slowly nod.“Good. Now, hold still.”And before long, I am tightly fastened to the cross, naked, legs apart, ready to be violated, very wet, and suddenly…eager.She moves away, fits the jaguar head over Her head, like the actors of Lion King, puts Her hands into gloves with metal claws, and opens Her gown to reveal a feeldoe, already in place.
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