We rise from the floor of your bedroom, our bodies covered in a sheen of sex sweat and cum. I place my hand in yours and we head off to the master bath adjoining your bedroom. Inside the bath, there is a large Jacuzzi tub, a separate shower room, having shower heads on both the left and right walls and several shower heads around the walls, a row at shoulder height and a second row at waist height. As you wait, I turn the water on to the shower heads that are in the walls, adjusting the water temperature to your liking before indicating to you that the shower is ready.
The water cascades over our bodies from the chest down, without getting our hair wet. I dispense some lavender scented shower gel into my hands and begin coating your soft skin in the slippery liquid. My hands start low on your calves and I work up, coating your lower legs and then moving to your thighs. My hands cover every inch of your thighs, making sure to remove any sticky wetness that remains from our prelude. I carefully wash around your pussy, using all the self-control that I can muster to attend to the washing without stopping to lick you clean. I continue with your stomach, then attend to your lovely breasts, and your shoulders before stepping behind you and cleaning your back and finally attending to your ass, again willing my self-control to keep me from fingering your tight hole.
Once you are completely clean, I quickly clean myself as you luxuriate in the warm jets cascading over your lovely body. You turn the water off, and I step out of the shower to hold your oversized towel out and wrap it around you as you exit the shower. I quickly dry myself off and then help to remove all remaining water droplets from your skin. You slip into a short terry cloth robe and I follow you, in an identical robe.
We move back into your bedroom and into the large, walk-in closet to select your attire for tonight's party. Together, we look through the items on your "party dress" rack – from time to time, you select a hanger off the rack and hold a garment up to your body, turning to consider the choice as you check yourself in the full length mirror. I'm no help to you in making your decision, as I nod approvingly at each of your selections – the deep red satin dress with the long skirt, slit up each side to the hip and plunging V neckline that reaches to your waist in front and back, the sheer black catsuit that hugs your curves, the choker necked white backless gown with the keyhole opening that shows off your cleavage and the high center slit in the skirt – and, finally, the black leather halter and matching black leather mini-skirt. You smile wickedly as you check the two strategically placed zippers on the skirt – the one that goes from hem to waist in the center of the front, and the other that goes from hem to waist in the center of the back. Pausing to inhale the scent of the leather and slowly rub the tanned hide against your skin, it's clear that you've made your choice as you tell me to go get a black garter and black fishnet stockings from your lingerie bureau.
Once I return with the requested items, you sit on the satin covered chair in the closet and lift one leg to me. On cue, I carefully roll one of the fishnets down to the toe and then slide it over your foot, carefully sheathing your leg in the stocking and making sure that the hem running up the back was centered along the axis of your leg. I repeat this on your other leg, with the same care and attention to detail. You rise from the chair and I wrap the garter around your waist, settling it on the top of your hips and attaching each stocking to the garter in front and back. I then unzip the leather mini in the back and unsnap its waistband, wrapping it around you just barely concealing the garter and tops of your fishnets as I snap the waistband closed and lower the zipper to the hem. Finally, I take the leather halter from you, wrapping the lower part of it around your upper torso, then gently lifting the cups up to cover your lovely breasts before tying the straps behind your neck. You look absolutely stunning in the outfit. You finish the outfit off with knee high soft black leather boots having a pointed toe and 5" heel. I stand slightly behind you, naked, admiring you as you check yourself in the mirror. My cock gets hard as I stare into your reflection in the mirror.
Breaking my trance, I move toward my small dresser to retrieve a clean loincloth for the party when you call me back to the closet. "Pet, I have something special for you to wear tonight," you tell me and take a shirt box down from the shelf. Resting the box on the vanity, you instruct me to face the chair and put my hands on the seat with my legs spread. As I am positioning myself as you have requested, you take the ass plug and lube from the box apply the lube to the plug. Once I am in position, you work the plug into me slowly until my muscle finally grips around the narrow base. You tell me to stand up and face you and as I do, you slide a cock ring onto me with one hand while stroking my cock with the other. You then concentrate on working the ring to the base of my cock and balls, then stroke me some more until my cock is fully engorged.
You remove the next item, a leather harness, from the box. The harness has straps which go over each shoulder and meet in a Y. In the front, the center of the Y is just below my sternum. The center of the Y in the back is in the middle of my back. In the front, you extend the lower part of the Y to the cock ring and slip it though, before attaching it to itself. I feel you slip the lower part of the Y in the back through a ring in the base of the ass plug and then pass it between my legs and loop it through the bottom of the cock ring. You complete the harness by cinching the buckle in the back, tightening the harness up and ensuring that the plug will stay in my ass until someone removes it.
You remove the last item from the box and complete my outfit. The last item is also leather and looks like a skirt, but rather than a solid skirt, it is actually a number of 4" wide leather straps that hang from the waistband. If I do not move at all, they hang together and cover me. The slightest movement at all sends the straps shaking and wiggling and exposing me. In this, I am able to be groped at will. "Oh wait, one last thing to complete your outfit," you say as you wrap a leather collar with a D-ring attached to it around my neck and buckle it in the back. You step back and look at your handiwork..."Perfect," you mouth.
"There's one more thing I wanted you to know about," you tell me as pull the last item from the box. It is a gold necklace that has a gold heart pendant suspended from it. You hand it to me, saying "Help me put this on." I stand behind you, helping to clasp the necklace on the back of your neck. The length of the necklace is such that the heart is suspended just at the top of your ample cleavage, with the point at the bottom of the heart centering it between your breasts. The pendant has a beautiful ruby heart inlaid into the gold, and across the ruby heart is the word Mistress in gold.
You turn around to face me and I am enchanted by your beauty and absolute sexiness. The pendant at the top of your breasts perfectly completes your outfit. "Look at it closely," you suggest and I carefully pick the pendant off of your skin with my thumb and forefinger. "Now, press the red heart with your thumb," you suggest. I dutifully obey. As I squeeze the pendant between my thumb and finger, I feel a vibrating sensation in my ass as the plug comes to life. You take the pendant from me, and press it again to stop the vibration. Looking into my eyes with a mischievous grin, you squeeze the pendant again, holding it longer this time, and the vibrator speed increases.
You then tell me to walk out to the carriage house, which is in the back of the property beyond the pool. I quickly go down the stairs, through the front hall and then through the great room, and on to the patio, walking past the pool, I finally come to the carriage house. After a second or two, I feel the vibrator come to life, now knowing that the device has sufficient range that it can be activated from anywhere on the property. I hear your voice on the intercom, calling me back to your room. When I return, you tell me, "When you feel that, that's me calling you. You will come find me immediately. If you are taking too long, I will increase the speed until you get to me." I nodded and made a mental note to keep track of your whereabouts throughout the night. Once we were dressed, we went downstairs to check on the preparations for the party.
Your large kitchen is a flurry of activity as your female "service" staff, is busy preparing the hors d'ouvres, serving platters, and glassware for the party. Your female staff is attired in French maid outfits having only a short black skirt and white apron. Their outfits are finished by fishnet stockings and 5" heeled strappy sandals. Out on the expansive back patio, the male members of your extended staff are preparing the bar and tending to the pool area, making sure that there are conversation clusters set up around the pool and plenty of towels for any guests that might care to swim. The male staff is attired in black satin pants which have no sewn seams, but all seams are closed by snaps, and are shirtless with white collars and cuffs similar to the attire of a Chippendale dancer.
