It was Friday night, and Master John had told me we would be going to his holiday house for the weekend. The holiday house was not for his regular family, it was his place to get away from the pressures of work and home, and sometimes he took me there to help him relax.
It was only a short drive from the city, and when we arrived Master John gave me a carry bag and instructed me to get ready for dinner because we were expecting company.
I wasn't too keen on the company idea, because it had been awhile since I had had my master to myself, and the pout on my face must have shown him my feelings because he laughed and told me the company was for me also and to do as I was told.
I went up to the master bedroom and stripped off to take a shower, resisting the urge to peek in the bag just yet. Before I could hop into the water, Master John came into the room, and crossed the floor to where I was standing.
Wrapping his arms around me he ran his hands down my front, slightly pinching my nipples then rubbing my stomach. I sighed happily, pleased to have his attention. Then he turned me around and gave me a sharp slap on the bottom, a small punishment no doubt for the pout of a few moments ago.
He pushed me into the shower and told me to hurry up and make myself beautiful for his guests.
I got into the warm water, my bottom stinging just enough from the slap to make me wet, and resisted the urge to take a long, self-pleasuring shower. I knew from past experience that when Master John told me to hurry it was better to hurry.
When I was finished, I wrapped a towel around myself and dried my hair, then put on the light make up that my master preferred. I could hear him in the kitchen preparing dinner, so I knew that I had better get dressed quickly and join him.
Opening the carry bag I found a gorgeous white dress, slightly see thru, and some white lace top stockings. I turned the bag upside down, but there was nothing else in it, so I assumed I was to wear the dress and stockings and nothing else. I slid the stockings up and over my legs, then pulled the dress on over my head, and looked in the mirror.
The dress fell below my bottom, but left some of my thighs between the stocking tops and the hem of the dress bare, and it was sheer enough for my nipples to show through it. I walked over to the mirror and the dress clung to me with every step, it looked very sexy.
Slipping into some high heels, I took one last look in the mirror, satisfied that I looked good enough to make my master proud,then made my way to the kitchen.
Master John was standing at the kitchen bench preparing dinner, and he gave me an approving nod when I walked in, then told me to fix him a drink. I did as he asked, and when I handed him the glass, he set it on the bench and slid his hand up the skirt of my dress, checking to make sure I had followed his dress code.
He smiled at me when he felt my bare skin, and gave me a kiss on the forehead, then left me to finish the dinner preparations while he changed.
I heard the doorbell ring just as i finished cleaning the bench down, and then several male voices as Master John opened the front door. I was curious to see who the guests were, but stayed put until Master John called me.
It was one thing to be disobedient when it was just us, but an entirely different thing to embarrass Master John with disobedience in front of his friends so I busied myself warming plates and doing small jobs in the kitchen until Master John called me to come into the lounge room.
When I entered the room, Master John beckoned me to his side, and introduced me to his friends. There were 4 of them, one that I was familiar with and 3 that I hadn't met before.
For the sake of this story I will refer to them by their initials, P, S, D and G. I had met G on several occasions at gatherings, but had never seen him without his sub before, and i smiled politely and said hello to the others.
Master John instructed me to fix drinks for all 5 of them, and I went to the bar in the corner of the room and did as I was told, wondering all the time at the absence of G's sub, or indeed the lack of any female company.
But it wasn't and isn't my place to question these things, so I handed around the drinks and sat beside Master John, not interrupting the conversation unless I was spoken to.
After awhile Master John sent me to the kitchen to check on dinner, and he and his guests moved to the dining room and sat around the table ready to eat. Master John helped me to serve the plates then instructed me to take the seat on his left and eat with them.
Another unusual event..I usually ate in the kitchen when Master John had his male friends over. Again I did as I was told, and the dinner went smoothly. When everyone had finished eating, I cleared the table and was going to start the dishes, but Master John told me to leave them and join him and his guests in the lounge again to watch the news on TV.
I did as he said, feeling slightly ill at ease, there was something different about the evening for sure. Master John never liked me to watch the news with him, he said I talked too much and he couldn't concentrate. Remembering this, I was very careful to sit quietly beside him and not say a word.
While we were watching, I felt Master John's hand come to rest on my knee, and slowly start to stroke it, moving up ever so slightly with each stroke, pulling the hem of my dress with it, until he was stroking the very top of my thigh and my dress was just covering my pussy.
He lifted my dress up to my waist and pushed his hand between my thighs, his signal that I should open them, so I shifted slightly and spread my thighs for his hand, which meant that I was now exposed from the waist down.
Master John stroked my inner thigh, which made me shiver, then ran his finger down my pussy, stroking me gently. By this time the other four had stopped watching the news and were staring openly at my spread thighs.