I got to the party at about 10:30. It looked like it was already in full swing and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. It was early June, and Pinkie was hosting her big Graduation party while her parents were out of town.
Cool, I thought as I looked around. I wonder where…
“Well heyyyy there cutie.” I heard as I suddenly felt an arm around my shoulder. “Here, Mmmmikey, I saved you a drink. Hehehe!”
I turned to look, and there was one of the wildest party animals in the whole town, Berry Punch, leaning on my shoulder and giggling drunkenly into my ear. She and I had been friends through all of high school, but I never really thought she was into me. She was always the girl that would get absolutely WASTED at parties, and most people thought she was a slut, but one night when we were hanging out during our senior year she confided to me that she’d never had sex because she wanted to save it for someone special she had in mind. I asked her who, but she just giggled and said she’d never tell. I was thinking back on this when her voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Heyyy Mickeyyyy! Quit daydreamin’ ya silly. Now hold on, what I gots ta ask ya is important,” she said, suddenly trying her damn best to look me in the eye and attempt sobriety.
“What is it Berry?” I asked.
“Do you trust me?” she asked, without a hint of a joking tone.
“What? Berry what are you talking about?”
“Do you trust me? Yes or no?” she insisted.
“Yes Berry. You’ve always been one of my closest friends and I trust you completely.”
“Good,” she said, and handed me a cup with a dark red liquid in it, “Now take this, and drink it, and don’t worry about what’s in it, ok?”
“But… what is it?” I said teasingly. Berry would make me play this game all the time, Guess-the-alcoholic-beverage. I knew the rules well. I wasn’t allowed to ask, but sometimes I did just to tease her. Usually she’d get mad though, because she didn’t like it when I disobeyed the rules that she’d make up off the top of her head. She was like that.
To my surprise, she didn’t get mad. Instead she just giggled again. “I’ll give you this one just this one time. It’s rum, Captain Morgan because I know it’s your favorite. But I’ve mixed in a little special something. Just-- you trust me, right?” She asked me again.
“Yes, Berry, I do. What’s this about?” I asked apprehensively.
She put my nerves to rest with that wonderful smile of hers. “Don’t worry about it cutie. Just drink it.” Something about what she said struck me as odd though… what was it?
“Wait… ‘cutie?!’” I thought. “What’s she up to?”
But I didn’t think about it too much. Berry played these games all the time. I sipped carefully at first, but it tasted fine, just a little… off. Ah well, I thought. Down the hatch. As I gulped the rest of it down.
Ahh. That fire in my throat. It always made me feel alive.
I stood up, stumbled a bit, but with Berry helping me upright, I shouted, “WOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! LET’S GET THIS PARTY STA...”
And with that, I blacked out.
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Oh, oof, my head. Why is my head pounding? Where am I? Why do my wrists hurt?
I opened my eyes slowly. I was in a bed in a room that I immediately recognized as Pinkie’s guest bedroom. I’d slept there many a drunken night after Pinkie’s wild parties. The room was dark, but I could make out a few things. One of them was Berry, sitting on the edge of the bed, with a bottle of Captain Morgan in her hand and a smile on her face.
“Berry, wha-” I started to say, and then I noticed that my hands were tied to the bedpost. I also had no shirt on. Or pants. “Berry, what’s go-”
“Shhhh. Just trust me.” She said, and then she got up and walked over to the door. She opened it slightly and I heard her say, “It’s ok Pinkie, he’s awake. He’ll be fine.”
“Oh good! I was worried when he passed out. I’m so glad he’s conscious,” I heard Pinkie’s voice say from the door. Then I saw her peek her head in. She looked at me for a second. “Hi sleepyhead! You feeli-” she started to ask.
Berry interrupted her. “Don’t worry about him Pinkie. He’ll be juuuust fine with me. I’ll take REAL good care of him.” I swear to god I could hear her wink. I don’t know how, but I heard it.
“OHHH. Heheheh. Good. You’re in for a treat Mickey! Teehee! I’ll get back to watching over the party. I just wanted to make sure he was ok.” said Pinkie, and she ducked her head out of the doorway.
Berry locked the door behind Pinkie. She turned around and walked over to the bed. She looked me straight in the eye.
“I need you to be 100% honest right now. Are you ok with this? With what’s going on here? I’ll untie you and we can forget this whole thing if you’re uncomfortable with this.”
“Stop right there,” I said. “Berry, I’ve been int-”
“Ah ah ah,” she said. “Yes or no?”
“Yes. Very much so. I’m ok with this.” God she was like the girl of my dreams. Why WOULDN’T I be ok with this?!
“Ok, good. Our safeword is ‘Rice Cake,’ got it?” she said.
“Got it.”
“Good. Now let me just slip into something a little more comfortable…” and off came the dress she’d worn. Underneath was the hottest outfit I’d ever seen. Dark maroon and black leather, fishnets, and red leather lacing. And those stilettos… she looked just like a-
“From now on you will refer to me as ‘Mistress’ or ‘Master.’ You got that?!” Her voice took on a commanding tone. I’d never seen this side of her.
“Yes Mistress,” I said obediently.
“Good boy.” She slipped something into my hand. “This is a clicker, I want you to click it when you need to breathe."
"Ok," I said. "But why would I need to-"
I didn’t get to finish, she suddenly swung her leg over my head and pressed her crotch into my face. I took as big of a breath as I could before I was stifled by her warm pelvis pressing into my face. She gasped as she came down. “Mmmph mmmph!” I grunted into her panties.
“OOOOOH yeah, RIGHT there, that’s it, MMMMM.” She said, moaning in ecstasy.
I was loving every minute of it. She was grinding her pelvis into my face hard and I could barely breathe. I didn’t expect it, but I LOVED it. My lungs started burning though, and I needed to breathe. I pressed the button on the device she’d put into my hands and it made a loud clicking sound.
She came up for a second. “What’s the matter cutie? Need to breathe?” she said sweetly as I gasped. I’d barely had time to gulp in a few precious lungfuls of air when she said in a devilish tone, “That’s too bad,” and came right back down. “You’re mine, you’ll breathe when I say you can breathe.”
I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. I was in her total control, and loving every minute of it. After stifling me for another minute and a half, she came up again, with that evil devilish grin on her face, the one that said, “you’re mine, and that turns me on like nothing else.” The electricity in her eyes, the look she gave me was so intense, I was trembling in excitement just from the mere thought of how turned on she was.
“I’m going to take off these panties now. I want that face of yours soaking wet with my juices,” she said in a commanding tone. Then she switched to a sweet, almost baby-talk voice. “Would you like that? Do you want Mistress’s bare pussy on your face? Do you want to taste Mistress’s pussy juices?”
“Yes Mistress! More than anything Mistress!” I said in an eager tone.
She beamed at me. “Good. I’m glad you’re such a willing slave. You’re so eager, so willing to please, you’re absolutely perfect.”
“Thank you Mistress. I’m glad you’re so pleased with me.”
“Yes I am, now hush baby.”
“Yes Mistress.”
She slowly pulled her panties down, doing a little dance for me as she did. Teasing me, pulling them down slow. I caught a glimpse of her pussy as she bent over, and I saw she was soaking wet. I wanted nothing more in the entire world than to taste her. I groaned in frustration.
“Heehee! You want this, don’t you?” she teased as she swung her leg over my head and brought her sopping wet pussy inches from my face.
“Yes Mistress! I’ve never wanted anything more!” I moaned, desperate to taste her juices, to explore the inside of her amazing pussy lips with my tongue.
“Mmm, maybe I shouldn’t… heeheehee!” she teased as she started to bring her hips back up.
“NO! Please Mistress!” I cried, desperate now.
And there was that devilish smile again. “Beg me slave. Tell me how much you want it.”
“Please Mistress! I want to taste you and drink up your juices! I want your bare pussy on my face, I want you to cover my face i-” and I didn’t get to finish the sentence as she brought her bare pussy down onto my mouth.
I was prepared for not being able to breathe, I WASN’T prepared for the most delicious pussy I’d ever tasted. Her fluids were like sweet nectar, and I couldn’t get enough. I lapped away at her inner lips eagerly, desperately trying to get as much of my tongue covered in it as possible.
“AAAHHHRRRRRGH!!” she cried out and then clenched her teeth. “Oh my GOD YES! FFFFFUCK yeah! RRRRGH! YEAH you fucking DRINK my juices you little SLAVE!”
I happily obliged. But I wanted more. She was soaking wet, but I wanted more. I wanted her wetter. I wanted her gushing onto my face. With as much effort as I could, I forced my head higher. Bingo, I thought as my lips wrapped around her clit. She responded well.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! YES BABY! MMMMMMMM I’m gonna… OOOOOOH!” she moaned as she began gushing onto my chin. She thrashed around on top of me for a couple of minutes, during which I lapped away eagerly at her. Finally she began to come down and slowly lifted herself off of me, her legs shaking and panting heavily.
“Holy shit Mike, I NEVER came like that before! You have quite the talented tongue.” She said in between gasps of air.
“Happy to please you Mistress.” I replied.
She glanced at the bulge in my boxer-briefs. I was so hard my erection was actually lifting the wasteband.
“Oooh! You’re worked up! Don’t worry Mikey, I’ll take care of THAT,” she said as she approached the bed and gently pulled my underwear off. My cock was throbbing hard and desperate for attention.
“Heeheehee! Ok enough teasing. I want this just as much as you do.”
She wrapped her hand around my cock again and began jerking it up and down slowly. I moaned. Then she slowly brought her head down and took me in between her lips. She took the whole thing. I was in pure ecstasy. Then she suddenly began bobbing her head up and down, slurping noisily.
“Ahh! Berry…” I began.
She pulled her head up and looked at me angrily. “You will refer to me as Mistress or Master unless I say otherwise. I’ll let this one go, but only because I can feel how close you are and I want to taste you as much as you want to cum. NEVER make that mistake again. You got that?!”
“Yes Mistress!” I said, upset that I had angered her.
She suddenly smiled. “Oh I can’t stay mad at you. Just look at that face. Now cum for me baby,” and she went back down on me.
“Yes Mistress!” I groaned as I felt myself coming closer. “GrrrRRGhhRRrr!” I suddenly grunted as I began to cum. She didn’t skip a beat and began hungrily gulping down my load. I came harder than I’d ever came in my life, and she swallowed every last drop of it. “Oh my god Mistress you’re absolutely amazing.” I panted.
She came up from my slowly deflating cock with a slurping noise. “Oooh you taste so good! And I’m glad I could please you. Now come here you,” she said as she straddled me. She sat upright for a second and undid her bra. She had the most amazing tits I’d ever seen. Then she leaned over and brought her face close to mine. Our lips pressed together and her tongue swiped at my lips. I opened my mouth and our tongues danced. I struggled against the ropes.
“Heehee!” she giggled. “You want me to undo those?”
“I want to hold you, to press your body into mine Mistress.” I said.
“Aww too bad. You’re still mine. And I want MORE.” she said, her voice trembling with excitement.
“What do you mean ‘more,’ Mistress?” I asked.
Instead of replying verbally, she lifted her hips up, bent forward, reached between her legs, grabbed my cock (which was already hard again), and whispered in my ear, “I want you inside me.”
She leaned back and said, “and don’t worry about me getting pregnant. I’m on the pill.”
Then she brought her hips back down slightly, so the head of my cock was positioned right at the slick entrance of her pussy. She slowly teased the head up and down her slit and rubbed it against her pussy, moaning slightly as she did so.
“You want this, baby? You want me to put your nice hard cock in my tight little pussy? I know it’ll be tight, but look how wet you’re making me,” she said, giving me a look that said, “beg for it.”
“Yes, please Mistress, please ride my hard cock, I want you so bad mistress, I want you to use me like your little fuck toy,” I begged.
“Little fuck toy” did it for her. As soon as I said that, she immediately started pushing herself down onto my cock. After about 5 seconds, I was completely buried in her. My god she was tight. Her pussy was absolute heaven. Then she locked eyes with me and started insulting me while she began to ride up and down on my cock.
“Yeah, you fucking slave, you’re nothing but my little fuck toy. You exist solely to please me. Isn’t that right, slave?”
“Yes Mistress!” I gasped out. She was so fucking hot. “I exist only to please you Mistress!”
“You’re goddamn right my little fuck toy. Ooooh you feel so good inside me. I’m going to… oh my god I’m cumming again. Mmmmmmmmmm yes!”
“Yes Mistress, come all over my cock Mistress, that’s what it’s for Mistress. To please you and only you Mistress.”
“Oooh yes.” She continued bouncing up and down, a little slower than before. “You’re so hot baby.” She placed her hands on my chest and began to feel my upper torso and my biceps. “I could run my hands up and down your chest all day.”
I was loving every minute of it. Every time she felt my chest, she’d squeeze me a little, not so much it hurt, but enough that every time she did, it felt… REAL. It was real, but it was a little reassurance, a little reminder in my head that this girl, this amazing, funny girl that I had been friends with for so long, this insanely hot girl, was riding my cock. It drove me even more insane every time she did. Suddenly, she snapped me out of it by beginning to writhe and moan, and I felt her already soaking wet pussy get even wetter around my cock. She was cumming AGAIN.
This time, she slowed down again even more, so I thought I’d help her out a bit. The next time she raised up, I waited until she was all the way up, and then I began thrusting upwards.
She went inSANE. “OH MY GOD YES YOU FUCK MISTRESS’S PUSSY! BE MY SEX SLAVE!” She came again, and I felt myself getting close.
“Mistress… I’m going to cum soon…” I said.
“OOOOH YEAH! You cum in your Mistress’s pussy, fill her with your cum you fucking slave!”
“Yes Mistress!” I said, and I began to shoot my load inside her. She wrapped her legs under mine, bent over, kissed me hard, and began to moan into my mouth.
We laid there for a few moments, kissing each other and breathing heavily.
After a few moments, she sat up.
“How did I do Mistress?” I asked, hoping she was pleased by my performance.
“Oh my god you were amazing baby, and by the way you can call me whatever you’d like again for now” she said as she promptly reached up and undid the knot.
I brought my hands around her and pressed her torso into mine. I felt her tits on my chest, but for now I just wanted to run my hands up and down her back and enjoy her mouth on mine.
She pulled her face away from mine and rolled off of me. I got worried as she started to get up, scared for a second that she was just going to fuck me and walk away and we’d never speak of it again, but no, she was just getting the blanket from the end of the bed. She spread it over the both of us and snuggled up to me.
“Berry-” I started.
She stopped me by placing her finger over my lips. “Shh. Let me talk. But first…” She grabbed the bottle of rum that’d been abandoned on the nightstand, took a big swig, and then began. “Mikey, I’ve wanted you for a while now. You were always kind of cute and sweet, and I’ve always thought that if you asked me out I’d say ‘HELL YES,’ but in the last year you started working out and… I wanted to fuck you. I wanted to fuck you bad. But I didn’t want to mess up our friendship. Then about a week ago I was talking to Pinkie about it while I was staying over her house. I told her how I felt about you, and typical Pinkie, she had the best advice. She said, ‘if your friendship can’t survive a relationship with each other, then it wasn’t that great a friendship in the first place.’ And she was right. For the last few months I’ve had this fantasy where I tied you up and fucked you hard. So… I did it. And oh my god Mikey, that was amazing. So now… I guess I’m asking you out. Mike, will you go out with me? And if not, can we please stay friends? Or friends with bene-”
It was my turn to put my finger over her lips. “Berry… where do I begin. I’ve liked you since the day I met you. I always thought you were insanely attractive, but I could never tell if you were interested in me or not. I didn’t want to risk losing you as a friend either. Of course I’ll go out with you. You’re the awesomest girl I’ve ever met.”
“YAY! Come here I want to try something.” She took another swig of the rum, and then, before she swallowed, she kissed me. I drank straight from her lips. It was delicious, and very intimate. We both got really quiet, just enjoying holding each other as more than friends for the first time, and it was then that I noticed I could still hear music downstairs.
“How long was I out?” I asked.
“Oh not very long. Only about ten minutes. I just wanted to bring you upstairs and tie you to the bed, I didn’t want to knock you out cold.”
“You know, you could’ve just asked me…” I said, teasing her a bit.
“It wouldn’t have been the same. Besides, aren’t you glad I didn’t?” She asked.
“Actually yes. It’s weird, but I didn’t even know I was into this sort of thing until you did it.” I replied.
“Oh good! That’s actually really good, because now that we’re going out, that’s going to happen a LOT. Not the drugging you, but the tying you up part,” she said with a wink. “Now shh. Just cuddle with me.”
I was happy to oblige.
