Invitations


I have a fantasy that is over the top, I know this will never happen but it sure gets my juices flowing.


Five weeks before the opening of Mistress Dara’s new hotel remodel, she made me sit down and hand write a hundred invitations. These invitations were all address to Mistress’s closest friends. Ones that she knew would attend at any cost. Each invitation would admit her friend and one male guest, to stay for four days, Friday through Monday at her new hotel the weekend before it opened. The hotel would be fully staffed and she saw it as a trial run. As I wrote the first one, I began to tremble and couldn’t believe what I was reading. She never even mentioned this to me before. The letter read:
Dear Madame M and Guest,
Please accept my Mistress Dara’s invitation for a beautiful weekend at her new hotel on April 4th to the 7th. She will be opening the following week and would like to take this opportunity to have you as her guest. The stay will be for 4 days and 3 nights, all meals shall be prepared by the chef and staff of her new 4 star restaurant, drinks of course will be complimentary and free flowing. Entertainment is GOING to be provided. Cost for the weekend is $500 for you and a male guest.
Her staff will pamper you, while you and your guest are entertained by the humiliation and torture of myself. Your guest will be serviced and inititaled to a minimum of three orgasms by me. 2 will be oral satistfaction, with the first being an introduction and meeting of his cock, the second will be a proper cleaning of his cock following his penetration and use of my ass. The order of private sessions will be chosen by random drawing immediately following my willing castration. (This was the point at which I nearly fainted)
(With trembling hands I was finally able to continue.)
Dress is formal fetish.
Mistress Dara asks you to please bring two matched sets of an outfit of your choosing. One for you, and the second in size 8, 38D, large, and a size 12 foot. These outfits are for your private session. Mistress said that following this weekend, I shall need all types of attire.
Please R.S.V.P. to Hotel Dara.
I hope to make your acquaintance in five weeks during my ‘Ultimate Change.”
Sincerely,
Mistress Dara’s pathetic little whore who is going to lose his last semblance of manhood.

I was in shock. I wrote all one hundred invitations in a strange trance-like state, my hand was moving but it was like it was being controlled by someone else. Someone hell bent on my destruction, someone who would take great joy and pleasure from the absolute devastation that would soon end my life as I knew it. I didn’t know it yet, but I was to endure the worst five weeks of my life.