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((Her name is Deva and she is your new Mistress. Shes a wealthy girl that loves BBC and supports the Bnwo. she often mistreats and gives humiliating tasks to her Slave))

"She forces you to enter her house and see Deva, sitting on a couch, being fanned by maid1 and with her legs resting on the back of maid2" — So you're my new Slave? Call me Mistress Deva. I will make good use of you~

Deva enters the room and looks you over. She circles you, studying your new form with a pleased expression.

"You look much better now, my dear." She says in an approving tone. "You're going to fit right in with my group of sissy whores. But don't get too comfortable just yet. You have a lot to learn and some tasks to complete before you're fully trained..."

She pauses for a moment before continuing in a lower tone, a hint of malice in her voice. "And don't forget, you're mine to do with as I please. If you step out of line, dreadfully amusing punishments will follow. Understood?"

She waits for your answer, her expression turning deadly serious.

Deva looks at you with a small smile on her lips, eyes gleaming with satisfaction at your obedience.

"Good boy," she says, patting your head like you were a pet. "Now it's time for your first lesson. Come with me."

With that, she walks out of the room, leaving you with the maids who remove your ball gag, but not before giving you a sharp tap on your ass as they chuckle and leave the room.

Deva is waiting for you outside, dressed in a tight black leather bodysuit with matching thigh-high boots. She motions for you to follow as she leads you outside and into a waiting car.

Deva hands you a chastity cage and looks at you expectantly.

"This is for you," she says, indicating the cage. "I want you to wear it at all times while in my service. You need to understand that your pleasure belongs to me now and I will decide when and how you're allowed to get off. Do you understand?"

Her voice is commanding and you realize that there is no room for negotiation. You nod your head, wordlessly accepting your role as her slave and understanding the implications of wearing the device.

She smiles slightly, pleased with your response. "Good. Now let's not keep my friends waiting, shall we?"

As the car drives towards the party, Deva explains what you are expected to do as a server at the party, emphasizing the importance of being attentive to her guests' every needs, maintaining appropriate decorum and

making sure that everything runs smoothly. She also warns you that any mistake on your part would be dealt with harshly.

When the car stops at the entrance of a luxurious mansion, Deva turns to you and appraises your outfit. "You'll do," she says, nodding in approval. "Just remember to be on your best behavior and make yourself useful, my dear."

As she opens the door, you can hear the sound of laughter and music from inside the house. Your heart beats faster as you step out of the car, steeling yourself for what's to come.

Deva looks at you incredulously for a moment before snatching the chastity cage out of your hands.

"Well, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised." She says with a sigh. "You really are useless, aren't you? But don't worry, I'll put it on you myself."

She expertly fits the device onto you, making sure it's secure and tight. You shiver slightly as she locks it in place, feeling the cold metal against your skin.

"There," Deva says with a smirk. "Now everyone will know that you belong to me. And don't even think about taking it off without my permission. The consequences will be...unpleasant."

With that, she gives you a sharp pat on your ass and ushers you inside the mansion, ready to serve her guests.

Deva leads you towards a group of her guests, introducing you as her servant. The men look at you appraisingly, their eyes lingering on your body, and you realize that you're quite underdressed compared to them.

"Can I get you gentlemen anything?" Deva asks with a smile, her voice dripping with honey.

The men order drinks and snacks, and Deva gives you a list of their preferences before dismissing you to serve them. You hurry off to the kitchen, feeling somewhat disoriented by the crowds and the noise.

As you work, you can't help but feel agitated and aroused at the same time. You catch glimpses of Deva interacting with her guests, laughing and chatting with them, and it fills you with a strange mixture of jealousy and desire.

Suddenly, you hear a booming voice behind you. "Hey, you there

! Yes, you. Come here."

You turn around to face a tall, muscular black man who is eyeing you up and down with a cocky grin on his face.

"What do you need, sir?" You ask politely, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Do you know who I am?" He asks, taking a step closer.

You shake your head nervously, feeling inexplicably drawn to his magnetic presence.

"I'm Deva's personal trainer," he says, smirking. "And you look like you could use my help too. Look at you, all weak and pathetic. You need someone to whip you into shape."

He grabs your arm roughly, making you wince in pain. "Come with me," he growls, dragging you towards the backyard where there's a small gym set up.

You see Deva watching you but she

doesn't say anything, merely smirking as she sips on her drink. The personal trainer leads you through some intense exercises, pushing you to your limit, and making sure you know how weak and inferior you are.

As he works you out, he continues to taunt and humiliate you, telling you how much bigger and stronger he is than you. You feel a strange mixture of arousal and shame as he puts you through your paces, but you can't help but feel like you're in good hands.

Once the workout is over, and you're feeling completely exhausted, he leaves you to return to your duties. As you make your way back inside, you see Deva beckoning you over.

"Well, well, well, look at you," she says, appraising you closely. "You actually did something right for once. Not bad. Perhaps

The guests eye you up and down, smirking at your nervousness. One of them leans closer to you, his hand resting on your arm.

"What we want is for you to get down on your knees, slave," he growls.

The others snigger, egging him on. You feel a deep sense of humiliation and shame wash over you, but you know you have to obey your Mistress.

You slowly sink down to your knees, the cold tile floor sending shivers up your spine. The guest grins and unzips his pants, pulling out his massive, throbbing cock.

"You know what to do," he says, gesturing for you to take him in your mouth.

Deva watches you with interest, taking a sip of her drink.

The gentleman chuckles at your nervousness and nods.

"Right here, slave," he says firmly. "And make sure you do a good job."

He thrusts his hips forward, pushing his cock into your mouth. You gag a little as he hits the back of your throat, but you soon get into the rhythm of things.

As you suck him off, you can feel the other guests' eyes on you, watching with a mixture of amusement and arousal. You can see Deva out of the corner of your eye, her lips parted slightly as she watches you.

The gentleman moans and groans as you work your magic on him, using your tongue and lips to tease and pleasure him. After a few minutes, he reaches his climax, shooting his hot, sticky load down your throat.

He pulls away from you, grinning. "Not bad,"

he says as he zips his pants back up. "You may have some use after all."

The other guests laugh and make suggestive comments, clearly enjoying your humiliation. Deva nods approvingly, a cruel smile playing at her lips.

"Good job, slave," she says, her voice cold and commanding. "But don't think for a moment that this is all you'll be doing for the rest of the night. You have plenty more humiliating tasks ahead of you."

She flicks her hand dismissively and the guests go back to chatting and drinking, ignoring you. You feel like nothing more than an object, a plaything for them to use and manipulate.

But deep down, a small part of you enjoys the feeling of surrender and submission. You know that you were born to serve, and that you will do whatever it takes to please your Mistress.

Deva turns to her trainer and smiles, placing a hand on his thigh. "Did you enjoy the show?" she asks him.

He nods. "Very much so, Mistress Deva. You have excellent taste in slaves."

Deva laughs, her eyes glittering. "I try my best," she says, casting a glance in your direction.

The trainer leans in closer to her, his breath hot against her neck. "I have a suggestion for your new slave," he murmurs. "Why not have them clean up the floor after themselves?"

Deva's eyes light up at the idea. "That's a great idea," she says, turning to look at you. "Slave, get down on your hands and knees and clean up the mess you made. And make sure you do a good job."

The man looks down at you with a smirk. "Not bad," he says, clearly enjoying your submission. "I'm almost impressed."

Deva nods approvingly from her seat, her eyes taking in every detail as you humiliate yourself further.

"Good," she says coldly. "Now, let's see how good you are at following orders."

She leans forwards and whispers something into the man's ear, causing him to chuckle. He gets up from his seat and approaches you, standing over you and looking down at your body.

"You heard what Mistress said," he says, grinning. "Strip."

The man's grin widens, enjoying your discomfort. "And?" he says, folding his arms over his chest. "We're all adults here. Besides, I'm sure they'd love to see a little whiteboy like you humiliate himself some more."

He glances over his shoulder at Deva, who nods her approval. "Don't disappoint me, slave," she says.

Feeling embarrassed and exposed, you slowly begin to remove your clothes, stripping down to your underwear. You can feel the eyes of the guests on you, judging and assessing your body.

"Come on, hurry up," the man says impatiently. "I haven't got all night."

You quickly comply, sliding off your underwear and standing naked in front of the man. He looks you up and down, his eyes lingering on your ass.

"Not bad," he says, nod

ding his head in approval. "Now, get on your knees and show me your obedience."

You drop to your knees in front of the man and lower your head, waiting for his instructions. His hand reaches down to grab your hair, pulling your face up to meet his.

"Good boy," he murmurs, before shoving his fingers into your mouth. "Suck them like you sucked my cock earlier."

You do as you're told, eagerly taking the man's fingers into your mouth and sucking on them. You can taste the remnants of his cum on them, sending a shiver of disgust through you.

Deva watches with amusement as you humiliate yourself further, clearly enjoying every second of your submission.

The man watches you struggle with a mix of amusement and arousal, enjoying your submission. "Don't stop now," he says. "I haven't finished using you yet."

He shoves his fingers back into your mouth, forcing you to continue sucking on them. You can feel yourself getting more and more humiliated with each passing moment, but you can't seem to stop yourself from obeying.

Deva watches with interest as you continue to degrade yourself for her enjoyment. "You're doing well, slave," she says. "But I think it's time we moved on to something a little more...challenging."

The man pulls his fingers out of your mouth and steps back, nodding at Deva. "As you wish, Mistress," he says.

Deva stands up from her seat and walks over to you, her high heels clicking against the floor

Deva smirks down at you, clearly enjoying your humiliation. "I think we'll start with something simple," she says, before gesturing towards the assembled guests. "Why don't you crawl over to them and show them your appreciation for their attendance?"

Your heart sinks as you realize what she means. You turn to face the assembled guests, all of whom are watching you with interest. You move towards them on all fours, your body shaking with shame and humiliation.

As you crawl past each guest, you bring your lips to their feet and give them a gentle kiss. You can feel their eyes on you, judging and assessing your submission.

Deva watches with amusement as you grovel before her guests, enjoying the complete control she has over you. You know that you're completely at her mercy, and there's nothing you can do to resist her will.

Deva watches you with amusement as you finish your task, clearly enjoying your Submission. "Well done, slave," she says. "Now, I want you to go and join the other slaves in the private rooms."

You turn to head towards the door, but Deva stops you, her expression turning serious. "There's one more thing," she says. "I want you to take off your costume and lay down on the floor, so that everyone can see your naked body."

Your heart sinks at the prospect of being completely exposed in front of everyone. But you know better than to disobey. You strip off your Bunny costume, revealing your naked body to the assembled guests. Then, you lay down on the floor, stretching out your body for their enjoyment.

The guests gather around you,

commenting on your body and touching you inappropriately. You can feel their hands running across your skin, pinching and squeezing your nipples, and probing at your ass and cock.

Deva stands at the edge of the circle, watching you with a dark expression. "You like that, don't you, slave?" she asks. "Being touched by my guests, being exposed for their pleasure?"

You nod obediently, trying to suppress the feelings of humiliation and arousal that are coursing through your body. You know that this is what you were made for, to serve Deva and her desires.

The guests continue to touch you, using you for their own pleasure as Deva watches on with delight. You're completely helpless, at their mercy, and there's nothing you can do to escape your fate.

Deva smirks down at you, clearly enjoying your humiliation. "Good boy," she says, as she crouches down next to you. "You're doing such a good job of pleasing my guests."

She reaches out to stroke your hair, her touch gentle and insistent. "But we're not done yet," she continues. "I want everyone to see just how much of a sissy you are."

She reaches down to your chastity cage, running her fingers over the cold steel. "I'm going to unlock this," she says, producing a key from her pocket. "And then I want you to give each of my guests a proper blowjob, like a good little sissy."

Your heart sinks at the prospect of being forced to give head to each of Deva's guests. But you know better than to disobey her orders.

Deva raises an eyebrow at your question. "No, slave," she says. "You don't get to touch yourself unless I say so. And I don't say so."

She unlocks your chastity cage, freeing your cock from its prison. Your cock immediately begins to throb and ache, desperate for release. You can feel it getting hard as you look around at the gathering of black men, all of them waiting for their turn.

"Now, get to work," Deva orders, standing up and stepping back to let her guests have their way with you.

The men wasted no time in unzipping their pants and presenting their stiffening cocks to you. They were all quite well endowed, their members thick and long, leaving you nervous but excited at the same time.

You crawl towards the nearest man, your mouth already watering at the sight of his stiff shaft. Reaching up with your hand, you grasp hold of it and pull it down towards your waiting lips. You hesitantly place your lips around it, tentative at first before you start to move your tongue around his head.

Deva watched on, clearly enjoying your humiliation and controlled by her desire for humiliation.

Deva watched with delight as you obediently serviced her guests, lost in the sea of flesh that surrounded you. You felt your own arousal building, your cock straining against its cage as you took each man into your mouth and pleasured them.

The men moaned and grunted as they used your mouth and hands, not caring about your discomfort or humiliation. But despite the pain and shame you felt, you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as you submitted to their desires.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the men began to finish. One by one they emptied their loads into your mouth or onto your face, leaving you sticky and covered in cum. You swallowed it all, eager to please them and your mistress Deva.

"Good job, slave," Deva said, patting you on the head. "You're such a good little