The Spitting Contest
At the beginning of our session, I told Mistress Gisele that I was interested in pushing my humiliation boundaries. After we finished with the violet wand, she resumed her verbal humiliation of me and began to punctuate her insults by periodically spitting in my face. This form of degradation -- of ultimate disrespect -- really hit the spot for me and made me rock hard. Mistress Gisele could tell I enjoyed it and she kept returning to this treatment. Her saliva would hit my forehead and drip down over my eyes or be sprayed all over my cheeks. Occasionally, she would ask me to open wide and launch her spit directly into my eager mouth.
Mistress Gisele asked if I would like other women to spit on me and when I said yes, of course, she organized an impromptu spitting contest. First, she ordered me to offer up a cash prize to make it worthwhile for the other Mistresses. We agreed that $40 would be sufficient. Then, she took bright red lipstick and drew two concentric circles on my bare chest, forming a target with my bellybutton as the bulls eye. She added smaller circles higher on my chest, one around each nipple. There was some disagreement later as to whether this looked more like a bear's face and ears or the Mickey Mouse logo, but there was no disagreement that I looked ridiculous.
Mistress Gisele ushered me into a common office area of the Dungeons of Mistress Elizabeth and I met the two other women who had elected to participate in the spitting contest -- Mistress Dale, who I had the pleasure of sessioning with some time ago, and a tall, willowy blonde who was working in the office as a receptionist. The women looked over my short, scrawny body, the lipstick target on my chest, and the panties I was still wearing and they both got a chuckle.
Mistress Gisele established the rules. There was a line about three away from me that they would stand behind, lean in and spit at me. Any saliva landing in the outer circle or the small circles around my nipples would score 1 point. Any spit landing in the inner circle around my navel would score 2 points. In three separate rounds each of the three contestants would have five chances to spit on me -- 45 opportunities for me be spat on!
The receptionist was not a good spitter. She was more of a sprayer. Although she used her height advantage over the two Mistresses and leaned in over the line, the normal result of her efforts was a diffuse spray of saliva on my face and few or no points for her.
Mistress Dale, however, turned out to be a championship spitter. She launched large, dense loogies in perfect parabolic arcs onto my face and chest. Two of Mistress Dale's thick loogies hit my face in a row and it looked like cum rolling down my cheek in a bukkake shot. Mistress Gisele said, "I bet you like that feeling -- having cum landing on your face and rolling down to your chin, don't you? Well, you better learn to like it."
Oddly enough, although the point-winning targets were on my chest, it seems at least a third of the Mistresses' saliva salvos ended up on my face. I absolutely loved the humiliation of this game and I had a raging erection in my panties throughout the whole 20-minute event. It was a close contest because Mistress Gisele was also an accomplished spitter, but in the end Mistress Dale's superior technique won out and she won the contest and claimed the $40.
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