About slave Allison. Part 13.
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With that she left the room and closed the door to the hall. I heard water running upstairs and presumed that she was having a bath. About an hour later I heard a vehicle come up the drive, the door bell rang and I heard the client come down the stairs and answer the door. It was apparently the caterers delivering the food for the party and she ushered them through to the kitchen. Night had fallen and the room was in darkness when she next came in carrying cases of bottles of wine. She closed the curtains before switching on the light and revealing the stunning gown that she was wearing for the night. It was a skin tight full length gown in midnight blue sequins with a plunge neckline and slashed to the thighs. With her fishnet stockings and silver stiletto sandals she looked fantastic and she could see my penis reacting to the sensuality of it all. She smiled and said “I should save that for later, you’ll need it, I promise!”
The next half an hour or so was spent with her fussing around, tidying up, putting glasses and bottles out and placing dishes of snacks and sandwiches on the tables. The sound of a car pulling up outside of the door announced the first arrival, another beautiful woman gorgeously dressed! “Oh so this is your new slave” she said, “are we going to test drive her?” “I’ve already had a little taster” replied the client, “and it was pretty OK”.
The client had brought in a variety of boxes of differing heights for her guests to stand on and the new arrival tried a couple before settling on one and stood on it so we were face to face. “I think this will do nicely” she beamed. The smell from her perfume was electrifying and as she pulled up her green satin gown I could see that she had come prepared – she wasn’t wearing any knickers! This set the tone for the rest of the night and as it wore on I was absolutely staggered by the number of beautiful women who had come to the party and I was really envious of all the beautiful gowns and dresses that they wore. It was an utterly bizarre situation, they were all lesbians and kissing and cuddling each other but some of them were also “bisexual” and came over to seduce me as and well they felt like it. I was truly being used as a sex-slave, not that I minded, with women like these it was a hell of a lot better than just being whipped.
Around about midnight the client, whom I had lost sight of in all the melee and had not seen for ages, smooched up to me and after she had been serviced announced that she wanted me to meet her girlfriend and would go and fetch her. I should have guessed. It was Sandra, looking absolutely superb in a strapless bright red velvet ball gown. “Well hello slut” she beamed, “I hope that you have been keeping the guests well satisfied?” “I don’t know about that my Lady” I replied, “but I’m doing my best”. “Well let’s take a quick check shall we?” Sandra said, selecting a suitable box. She, as with all the numerous guests that I had thus far encountered, was not wearing any knickers and when she raised her gown up to expose her white stockings and suspenders I just disappeared into a huge, heavenly volume of sensually rustling white tulle, lace and satin petticoats. She fed me in and although I was very sore, she slowly and wonderfully extracted as much pleasure for us as she could. When she had finished she stepped off the box and adjusted her dress. “Well I suppose that was OK for a first assignment” she said.
The night wore on but the party just kept going and I was in non-stop demand. It was a physical impossibility to satisfy them all and one or two of the guests were complaining to the client about poor performance and “favouritism”, as though I had any choice in the matter! The client came over to me and said “This is not very good, slut. This will go down on my report. Anyway I think that it is time now that all the ladies were able to enjoy you, not just the bisexuals” I was not quite sure what she meant, but I had a pretty good idea and this was confirmed when she expertly re-chained me to face the wall and removed my corset. “Now ladies, please mind my wallpaper” joked the client and to choruses of cheers and giggles each of the guests had a go at whipping my back. Fortunately by now they were pretty inebriated and tired and most of them, not wishing to spoil their beautiful gowns, just gave me a couple of lashes before handing it over to the next.
When everyone had finished the client repositioned my corset and turned me back around again to face the room. By now it was several hours into Saturday and the party was at long last starting to break up. Within about half an hour only Sandra and the client remained. “We’re off to bed now. We’re very tired and it’s too late to do anything about the mess here so we’ll sort you and the room out in the morning.” With that they left the drawing room hand in hand and switched out the light. I slumped in my chains and fell asleep – I had earned it.
I was awoken by the sudden glare of the shafts of sunlight as the curtains were opened. “Good morning, slut” said the client, dressed in a gorgeous white stain dressing gown, “or should I say Good afternoon?” she joked. The room was in a typical post-party mess and the client cleared one of the coffee tables as Sandra brought in a tray of coffee and toast for their breakfast. They sat down and I heard them discuss how the party had gone the night before and the schedule for the day. They decided that before I was going to be given anything to eat or the chance to have a bath and clean myself up, I was going to be given the job of clearing up and tidying the drawing room. Sandra removed me from the wall, fitted me in my slave chains and attached a long chain to my slave collar. After I was administered my daily twenty lashes I spent the next few hours at least hobbling between the drawing room and the kitchen on my 5in heels. The restrictions of the chain between my ankles and the long chain to my collar made fetching and carrying very difficult but this was all part of my learning process. By the time that I had finished cleaning the room and washing and drying all the crockery and glasses it was almost early evening.
by Allison
