The Party

The house is pristine. Every door lintel has been dusted, every inch of wood dressed with beeswax, the carpets and rugs vacuumed, the mirrors polished and your dungeon tidied – implements of torture hooked in order on the walls and benches, toys and tools wiped and sanitised.

This girl has been told what to prepare for the meal. To set the table for four guests. She has dressed the table with a pure white starched tablecloth and placed three candles along the centre. There is no other decoration on the table. To the side of each chair a cushion is placed. All of your instructions for preparing the house have been carried out.

The food is all prepared according to Your instruction. The menu approved by You. There is a cold seafood starter with shellfish to be laid out as a central platter. Then roasted quails with game chips, carrots and beans. And finally a large bowl of fresh fruit: Strawberries, Cherries, Lychees, Passion Fruit and Physillis. There is red wine open on the table, white wine still chilling in the fridge.

Upstairs she has laid out clothes for you. A clean and freshly ironed black cotton shirt and well cut black trousers. Newly polished shoes and black socks.

You have been kind and instructed her to find some help for the evening. Your proposal is to pick a young male submissive – she has already laughed with you about the attention given to her from some of them, how willing they are to serve and how they try to persuade her that that she would be a fabulous Domme. So, Gabriele is here, a young Italian friend. He’s just 30 and truly beautiful. Dark eyed, pale skinned and with almost black curls that reach just around his ears. He is fascinated. I help him ready himself. After a shower, I rub his body with oil and then gild him with body paint so that every muscle is enhanced by light. He wears a small gold cloth to give him some decency. Now he is just a little helpless. He daren’t sit on anything with upholstery in case the body paint smears. So he sits on the edge of a stool in the kitchen reading.

This girl bathes in almond and coconut milk and pumices her feet and smooths her knees and elbows with the loofah until they are almost raw. She washes her hair and scrubs her face and body clean. After drying carefully she rubs more almond body lotion on my breasts and arse, legs and arms. She makes up carefully so that she look just a little slutty. Pale foundation, red cheeks, dark eyes ringed with kohl, eyelashes curled and heavy with mascara and deep red lipstick. She dresses as instructed. The red corset, a black velvet choker, lace topped hold-ups and high black patent stiletto shoes. No knickers. No skirt.

You are back. This girl is ready for your inspection. You turn her round and pulls her corset in another inch or two. She gasps and consider it is just as well she had no plans to eat this evening. Gabriele appears from the kitchen and sees her dressed up for the first time. There is a visible look of shock on his face. In that moment he has realised this evening is going to happen.

‘Very nice – that will please my Friends greatly’

You nod approvingly at Gabriele and then dismiss both to continue with work in the kitchen. She hears you upstairs showering and longs to be with you. But, her instructions are not to neglect your guests in her eagerness to be with you. You know this girl too well and have anticipated where her attention would like to be. So she and Gabriele stay in the kitchen carefully polishing the cutlery and the glassware and checking all the food we have prepared earlier.

Your footsteps on the stairs, she walks into the hall and looks up at you. Although you are already tall, this girl loves seeing you towering, raised above your natural height by the staircase. She aches to kneel before you.

The table is set with the newly polished silver and glassware. The candles are lit. The main lights are dimmed but the room glows from candles on the table and round the room. You sit in your favourite chair gently stroking her hair as she kneels to your left. The doorbell rings and as instructed, Gabriele goes to let the guests in. She rises and You place your hands on her waist.

She bows her head as the guests enter. A stunning Domme and her sub, she knows to be good friends of Yours. Then a younger Dom You are helping and his even younger sub. And finally a switchy girl friend of yours who she has heard of but never met. You ask who would like drinks and this girl goes silently to the kitchen to prepare them.

The guests are seated at the table. In the kitchen the food is ready to be served. Gabriele takes first the white wine to you and then carries in the platter of seafood to the centre of the table. Each Dominant motions to their sub to sit and this girl is pleased to see that her space is next to you at your feet while Gabriele is permitted to sit by your switchy girlfriend. For the first ten minutes or so the Dominants talk together and eat from the seafood platter. Then you motion to this girl and she looks up into your eyes. She opens her mouth and you take an oyster in its shell and tip it into her throat. She swallows obediently. Now each Dom/me feed the sub beside him or her until nothing remains on the platter. You hold your fingers to this girl and she licks them clean, savouring the sour fishy taste, imagining your cum on her lips, before clearing the plates and taking them to the kitchen.

Much the same routine is followed with the quail and the fruit. Throughout the subs say nothing but listen intently to the conversation above them. You are keen to show your new dungeon and the promise after the meal is that everyone from the group will spend sometime upstairs playing.

‘Shall we adjourn’

You take this girl by the arm, up the stairs. The others follow. She has no idea what you have planned for her. Although she knows the dungeon all too well, each play session has been different, each experience unique. She is hungry still, although you have fed her, you have been careful to keep her appetite keen and she is expectant and wet.

‘Tonight girl, you are to make Gabriele’s dreams come true – I want you to play with my friend here and see how much you can torment him’

The Domme grins. This girl realises that although she is to play the Domme, she is also being gifted herself. And so the play begins.

Gabriele is bound and lying on the bench. This girl is confident for now and knots the rope well around his wrists and ankles. She hopes, perhaps, that she can manage to spank him and will please You.

Your Domme friend walks round and takes me by the hand. She takes my hand and guides me to spank Gabrieles bare arse. She runs her nails across the back of my neck and over my bare shoulders as I spank and encourages me.

‘harder – higher – faster’

My arm is aching and I start to slow.

‘What, giving up so soon…I will have to deal with you both then.

She forces me into a kneeling position beside the bench. I look up to see you smiling wickedly at my failure. Behind me I hear the swish of toys…and the thud as the full force of the flogger meets Gabriele’s arse. I’m waiting silently, aware of the audience, aware that any sound from me will not be tolerated.

Gabriele is released, I take my turn. Untied, no bindings…my arse bare to the audience. She is hard on me but I have learnt to be silent. I ache for you though…although my arse is smarting, it is Your ache I desire. Once again I lift my eyes to Yours and know for now it is not to be. Tonight I am Your gift to others.

Eventually Your guests depart. Each sub has been used, tormented and is spent. Gabriele is curled sleeping on the sofa, the gold bodypaint worn away where he has been flogged, beaten and tied leaving naked flesh pink and raw in places. I cover him and hug him gently. I ache, not from the touch that I desire but from other play. You take this girl in your arms, enfold her. You pull her breast free of the corset, bite hard on the nipple so that tears come to her eyes. You pick her up, childlike and carry her to your bed. And there, you cherish her and make her Your own again.