Read part one here.
Much to my relief, I have an impeccable sense of smell thus making my taste buds very in tune. I was fairly confident I’d be able to figure out what he was feeding me…but therein lies the potential terror.
“Open up!” he said while slipping something soft into my mouth. Well, that wasn’t so bad. A piece of kiwi. Next came some liquid. Gross! I knew immediately what the pungent taste was, Kombucha! “What flavor?” He had me at that one. I don’t drink the stuff but he loves it. I claimed ignorance and ZAP! A cattle prod jolted my upper thigh. I hate the cattle prod with a passion. “It’s Original flavor, silly!” I see where he’s going with this. That almost counted as a trick question in my book. I successfully guessed the next five or so foods and was “rewarded” with a Hitachi straight to my clit. All in all, he went quite easy on me, that is until the very last item. He popped something in my mouth but when I tried to spit it out he caned my thigh. Onion! Gross! He said he would be right back and if the onion were still there when he returned I’d be in big trouble. I heard him leave the room and I cleverly slid the piece of onion between my face and the hood and worked it down towards the bottom. He would be none the wiser…for now. I knew I would eventually confess and receive extra punishment and then some.
He returned after who knows how long. I’d completely lost track of time. This had me slightly concerned as I was uncertain of what came next. I was hoping perhaps this was my last stop. I felt him unbuckle all of the restraints. He yanked the hood off my head, gave me a swift kiss while clipping the leash to me collar, and commanded me to crawl, completely naked, my pussy soaked in lube from the dildo and my body covered in all types of horrible words and drawings up the stairs and back to the guest room. I could not imagine who or what could be waiting in that room but the door opened and I was greeted with a, “Well well well, what do we have here? A dirty little whore.” And from there I was dying with laughter and happiness. It was my good friends Ravos and Ladyloc. They verbally taunted me throughout our entire scene. It’s almost as if all my friends already knew how much I enjoy being humiliated 😉 Ladyloc commented that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to touch me as she felt like she was getting sloppy seconds and Ravos said that due to my current condition it was more like sloppy ninety-iths. They sat me on the bed and made me hold ice cubes between my legs and in my ass crack. Ladyloc placed a hitachi on my pussy while Ravos swatted me with who knows what. I was asked multiple questions including my age which I lied about and Ladyloc screamed “She’s lying!” Ravos hit the bottom of each foot and made me say the dirtiest word I could think of each time. While it took me a few to warm up, I eventually was able to meet their stringent standards. Things got more difficult when some bag clips were placed on each lip. Ravos also placed clothes pins all around and on my nipples. For the grand finale, I was made to give thirty jumping jacks with my clothepins on, jostling each time while Ravos and Ladyloc counted aloud. The pins were removed, the hood replaced and I was taken back downstairs to the playroom.
At this point I felt like I could have been ready for anything…maybe. I could not imagine anything more jarring than what I’d been through. But imagine my surprise when I entered the playroom and felt a feminine hand gripping mine. The door closed behind me and it was silent for a few moments. I heard a voice say, “Breathe, remember to breathe.” The hood was slowly removed to reveal the beautiful Goddess Pepper. She led me through a series of slave positions and balancing exercises that stretched my physical abilities. I was made to stand on one leg while balancing multiple lit candles on each arm for what seemed like an eternity. Afterward I was laid down on a bed while Goddess dripped candle wax after candle wax upon my breasts and stomach. “I’m going to turn you into a birthday cake!” she said matter-of-factly. And she did. Pink and light blue wax was caked to my body along with jewels that had been pushed into it making a rainbow of glittering color. It looked delightful. She stood me up and I had to hold while balancing on one leg a granite cutting board along with the letters, “S & M” on top all with several candles adorning it. I nearly toppled the entire thing several times, but Goddess was there to help and punish me. It was an experience to be held. The scene drew to a close and I was more of a mess than ever.
Goddess led me to the back of the house. I could hear voices and knew that this is where everyone must have been waiting, though in truth I almost thought all of the people I’d seen (or heard) along the way must have left already. I entered a room to a rousing chant of “Shame! Shame! Shame!” I saw that one half of the room had been almost nearly covered from ceiling to floor in plastic, a perfect setting for a murder if you asked me! I took in everyone who was there, many good friends and I was so surprised. I was quickly tied into a harness and up too a hard point so I was standing and couldn’t go anywhere. Yikes! I assumed from the cupcakes I glimpsed that I was about to get them smashed all over me from head to toe! Dexx asked me if I was ready for the final surprise and how could I refuse. Everyone counted, “1, 2, 3!” and in ran two clowns to the tune of circus music, which everyone was singing. Between them they were carrying a giant tub of balloons! I recognized the clowns and I knew I was in big trouble! A small cake was produced and on it read the words, “You’re Fucked!” No truer words have been spoken. The female clown jumped and danced with glee while chanting, “You’re fucked, you’re fucked!” and the other clown smashed the entire cake onto my face, forcing it to go deep into my nose. I luckily was smart enough to know where that was going and kept my mouth shut. I was trapped! The next series of minutes consisted of the clowns popping balloons full of surprises over my head. There was whipped cream, ice cold chocolate sauce, cherry sauce, and even sprinkles! Some of the balloons were completely empty to taunt me. I think the most disturbing part of the current event was the loud balloon popping noise. The final “icing” on the human cake was a balloon full of flower to make sure I was good and covered.
I was cut from my rope bindings and taken to the shower where a group of women scrubbed me down with scrubber brushes. It took me quite some time to dispose of all of the “goop” as well as make sure all of the sprinkles were removed from my butt crack. Dressed in only a towel, I joined the rest of the party and had a proper chance to greet everyone. Suddenly, all of women joined into a semi circle and Dexx told me it was time to sing Happy Birthday. He sprayed whipped cream on each of the women’s nipples and I was allowed to eat it off of each one while everyone sang. It was a magical moment for me as I have an affinity for boobs ☺
Everyone gathered round for a toast and a few words from Dexx. He thanked everyone for joining us and making my night so special. Then at the last moment he says, “For those of you who know about the path to collaring, there are three different levels. I’d like to present this collar of consideration to anniebear.” He produced a beautiful stainless steel collar, seemingly out of nowhere. It was one of the best moments of my life and truly made my dreaded thirtieth birthday bearable in the end!