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Synopsis: You've read Mistress Dyvia's email of Horror. This is kaelyn's response. 

Mistress Dyvia presents:

Kaelyn's

RE:Email of Horror

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Standing in the hall, heels clicking on the floor, I was terrified of what would or COULD happen next. I avoided the last door in the hall as the fear of Mitch was over whelming. I swallowed hard and opened the first door... 

A beautiful woman was standing there behind a table in a sexy leather outfit. As she walked out from behind the table you could not miss the cock dangling between her legs. "Hello, My name is Beatrice.". No sooner did the words leave her lips, she grabbed me and threw me onto the table. Locking large metal restainants around my ankles and wrists, then cranking a lever on the wall to pull my arms and legs out. She approached me again sliding a hand down my cheek then cluchting my jaw to slide in a penis gag. Once buckled on she pumped a small bladdee inflating the gag in my mouth. Then walking down to the end of the table, she reached under and with two loud metal snaps, the lower half folded down leaving my legs hanging in the air. Muffled by the gag, all I could do it moan which made it sound like excitement ... rather than terror. She rubbed lube all over "herself" and spreading my ass she pushed in slowly ... 

The door closed behind me and I was in the hall again. Ass and mouth throbing, wrists and ankles sore but cluthing a blue card. Two more and I'm free I thought. 

As I opened the next door I prayed for some normalcy... 

"Hello Girl, my name is Evelyn." She approached me and striped me naked. My (gulp) tits swung low and pulled on my chest. Pushing on my neck she bent me over and lashed my wrists to my ankles. Producing a crop and turning the knob on a baking timer, she began to assault my bare ass. Swat after swat the tears began to pour down my face. With each sob I sucked in the salty spray of tears and makeup. Looking over at the timer only 2 minutes had past, gasping I missed saying "thank you" and a swat landed squarly on my balls. When the timer finally rang, I had lost count of the "thank yous" I had missed. Informed that I did NOT do a good job and would receive no orgasm, I was handed my prize and found myself in the hall again. 

Thigh-high high-heeled boots ... Not the prize I had hoped for. 

The next door opened in front of me and without her speaking I knew she was Francesca. I sat down on the table and she began tattoing me. A short time later I was "branded" with my new ink. She handed my my prize and pushed me into the hall. The pain from the tattoos was nothing compared to that of the pain still in my ass from the spanking. I opened the box and found a pink card. Dammit. Now I was basically back at zero. 

Dalia was next, my luck seemed to be getting worse. I was forced to my knees in front of her and had my mouth stuffed even before she introduced herself. Trying my best not to choke, it was a cross between her telling me what I should be doing to suck cock correctly, and a brutal face-fucking. The whole time I noticed flashes eminating from everywhere. The letter popped into my head "... I'm sure you'll find pictures of yourself posted on her website.". As her moans reached climax she slid out and and shot onto my face what seemed like buckets of cum. What didn't run into my mouth ran down onto my "gargantuan titties" and was rubbed in until dry and sticky. I thanked her as instructed and was about to leave when she inquired as to what prizes I had gotten so far ... when I told her she laughed and said "Then to save the surprise I might as well just tell you that my prize is a pink card too." She laughed and said if I "won" all 3 pink cards she would love to join me for a week of play. I closed the door and prepared for my next fate. 

As the knob clicked on the next door I was introduced to Katie. I'll spare you the verbal and physical teasing I had to endure, and just say that I left the room with my cock in a small tight cage and a black, lycra, micro-mini skirt. 

Things were not looking good at this point. As far as I was concerned I was 2 blue cards away from freedom. 

I turned the knob to the next door and found a woman pleasuring herself with a double ended dildo. This was no doubt Inara. She moaned and motioned for me to come to her. I did and was pushed over the stool in front of her. In front of me was another stool with a dildo attached to it. My mouth was forced down onto it as I felt handcuffs lock in place behind my back. The slide the protruding end of the double ended dildo into me and began to fuck me. In and out she plunged into me, bringing flashes of pleasure of and pain. What was happeneing? Was I beginning toi enjoy this? I moaned on each thrust as she fucked me. After what must have been an hour she collpased on me, still slowly pushing my head up and down on the dildo in front of me. My cock was as hard as it could get in the tiny cage it was now in. When she let me up, she handed me a box and pushed me into the hall like the others had. I opened the box and looked inside... 

There was a knock on the door. Room service had brought the food I ordered, and Mistress Dyvia was there behind them. As she entered Dalia slipped out behind them after kissing me on the cheek. After a wonderful chat and lunch, I was asked what I would like to do now. After careful consideration I answered. 

"If you would just knock me out again Mistress, I think I would like to try visiting all 13 doors!" 


 

Note from mistress Dyvia

Kaelyn's Email: kaelynslut@gmail.com 

This is Kaelyn's first story. I'm hoping everybody that reads this will send her some enouraging words and/or some constructive criticism. I will Consider it a personal favor. kisses to everyone.