I'm still in bed when a beep from my phone wakes me up. I felt exhausted from yesterday and ignored my alarm clock earlier. The message reads: "We're having a small party tonight," accompanied by a list of tasks, including a request for me to cook a three-course dinner for the guests.
I get up and skim through my other messages. They remind me there's an entire world out there where I'm still a human being and not just a thing, but it doesn't reassure me or divert my thoughts about the party for long.
The X's informed me they'd be gone for a few hours, so I walk upstairs.
I spend most of the day in the kitchen. It's a sunny day outside, and it makes me feel good. I turn on the radio and sing along while I make my breakfast. After I've finished eating, I start preparing their dinner as instructed.
just as they told me, the fridge is stocked with meat and vegetables, and the cupboards are filled with various kitchen staples so it's not difficult to create a menu suitable for this environment. It's nothing fancy, but I feel that a tossed green salad with vinaigrette, a beef casserole with mushrooms and red wine, accompanied by a potato puree and apple crumble for dessert is perfect. This food will also be easy to assemble and reheat for the X's, since I'm specifically not invited to join their meal.
I finish my food prep, clean the kitchen and living room, and set the table for six just as they told me. Decorating is not my forte, but I try to make everything look nice by making sure the plates and glasses are standing in perfect symmetry. I fold napkins, and finish with putting a candelabra that I found in the bookshelf in the middle of the table.
When my work is done, I treat myself with some eggs before I go downstairs. Leaving the sunshine above, the basement feels a bit gloomier than before. At the same time, the darkness feels more comforting every day.
I take a long, hot shower, and dry my hair before I go back to my bedroom to wait. I'm assuming they want to use me at some point after they've finished the meal, but I'm not sure, and it's not my place to ask. I smile when it dawns on me that as a slave, I'm the whore version of a girl scout.
***
It's been a couple of hours since the guests arrived, and I lie on the bed listening to a podcast on my phone, when Mrs. X texts me: "Be ready in 15. Shoes and lingerie, the see-through dress. Blindfold." I get up and make my final round to the bathroom before I dress.
Since it's nighttime and a party, I do my makeup a bit heavier than I usually do. I follow my own rule of thumb: Never underestimate the dramatic effect of runny mascara. Even when blindfolded you'll never know. I say this aloud to my own mirror image, reminiscing a couple past events, and giggle a bit for being so silly, talking to myself like a madwoman.
When finished, I return to my bedroom, put on my heels, and sit down on the bed.
Mrs. X strides into my bedroom before I've had time to put my blindfold on. She looks beautiful in a long black dress. The dress accentuates her curves and clings to her body in all the right places. The neckline is low cut, so it looks like her boobs can pop out any second. She wears makeup and has put her long blonde hair up. I want to tell her how sexy she looks, but since I wasn't supposed to see her, I just scramble to get my blindfold on, pretending I didn't get a glimpse of her.
She attaches my leash and cuff my arms together behind my back. She's not gentle like before, and I imagine it's a reaction for me getting a glimpse of her. She says nothing about it, but it doesn't mean they won't punish me later.
Standing behind me, still holding my arms, she says: "Walk." She guides me upstairs, and into the living room where she pushes me down on my knees. Thankfully, the soft rug makes sitting on the floor more comfortable than last time.
No one says anything. I imagine the guests all sitting there, watching me, like Mr. X on the first night. Before I have time to formulate any more thoughts, Mrs. X yanks my leash, and I must follow. Again, I'm like their pet - crawling around on the floor obeying its owner's commands.
We stop just in front of someone. I'm so close my body touches the fabric of his trousers, and I wait patiently while he unbuckles his belt and open his pants for me. Mrs. X steers my head by using the leash and grabbing my hair, and when his cock is out, I open my mouth so she can push my throat down on him.
In this position, I have little or no control over my body. Besides not seeing, I can't use my arms to steady myself or my hands to work his cock while sucking him. She uses the leash, collar, and my hair to grab and steer my head, so my job is basically keeping my mouth open so they can fuck and use my mouth and throat as they please. I'm their human fuck doll.
