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At the Women Rule party on Saturday, the ladies decided to improvise a game of spin the bottle to celebrate Valentine's Day.  All the Mistresses sat on chairs in a circle with slaves kneeling on the floor between the chairs.  One slave boy was designated to spin the bottle.  Then depending on where the bottle pointed a woman would decide what the "kiss" should be.  Sometimes it was a worshiping of lovely ladies feet, sometimes something else.  We had slaves doing what we dubbed 69 spankings, kneeling on the floor head to tail and spanking each other.  It was very amusing.  All the ladies were laughing. 

Women Rule Parties

 

I started a new party group last August for Dominant Women and the people who love us.  The group is called Women Rule, how very appropriate.  We hold the parties in a suburb of Washington, DC and everyone who is invited to attend is someone known to myself or one of the other female members.

The parties are held on the 3rd Saturday of each month.  Our next party will be on Saturday, February 18th.  

Every party starts with a lovely dinner served by the boys.  We have a kitchen Mistress who trains the boys to serve properly and a Major Domo who keeps track of everything in the dining room.  Then we have either a demonstration by one of the Dominants or a game.

At a recent party, we played reindeer games.  We had the boys wearing strategically placed felt targets, tails, and reindeer antlers.   Then we had the boys running up and down like ducks in a shooting gallery while the ladies shot Nerf darts at them.  It was really a blast!

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My long time love of sissy girls began at the Hellfire Club as well. There were these incredible Filipina cross dressers who looked absolutely fabulous. They always arrived in a group of six or 8 girls, dressed in sequined cocktail dresses and looking very beautiful. They were all so tiny and petite, you would never guess they weren’t really women if you had seen them anywhere but in the Hellfire Club. They were the original definition of “mean girls”. They had absolutely no interest in talking to anyone who did not appear to be a potential customer for their call girl services.

These very flashy hookers were, of course, by no means the only cross-dressers, transvestites and drag queens who showed up there. Because I found them fascinating, I ended up making friends with many of them. I always considered them to be some of my girl friends.

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The best toilet slave I almost met was at a private party in Manhattan. The hostess invited all the lady guests to a back bedroom where a man was lying on the floor on a shower curtain. He had a modified camping porta-potty over his head. Our hostess explained to us that this slave boy was serving as an additional toilet for any of the ladies who wished to use him. I was never introduced to him, but I did use him several times during the course of the evening. From them on I often liked to call my toilet slaves, porta-sluts.

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I gave my very first golden shower at the Hellfire Club in Manhattan. A dominant lady friend of mine asked me if I would piss on this man for her. She’d promised him she would, but it turned out she had a shy bladder and was not able to do it. I told her I’d be happy to try, although I wasn’t sure whether I could.

She had him in one of the wooden cubbies in the back room. This one was set up like a pony stall and the man was lying on the floor on his back. I went in, squatted down over his face and pissed in his mouth. This turned out to be a very good thing for both of us.

The Hellfire Club at that time had one nasty dirty toilet for a club that may have had 350 people in attendance on a Saturday night. By 3 o’clock in the morning, there was always a long line to use that dirty toilet. Men have a tendency to piss all over the floor, and women have a tendency to piss all over the toilet seat.

After that first golden shower, there were always two or three boys who would follow me around all evening asking to buy me drinks with the hope that I would use them as my toilet later on. It was always much nicer to kneel over a boy’s face than to wait in line to use that filthy toilet.

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