Ordinarily, I did not need any particular instructions when I arrived at Mistress' house. I entered her front door, stripped to my panties or nude (if I had been on panty restrictions), and knelt to await her. Usually she showed up almost straight away, though once she had had me wait there for fifteen minutes while she finished what she was doing. That was her right – I was there for her pleasure, not vice versa. There was heaps of pleasure for me, of course, but my pleasure was incidental – her pleasure was the main game.
Today, though, was different. I opened the door and she was standing there waiting for me, not dressed in Mistress mode but still looking sexy. Her black skirt was not quite to her knees, her feet were bare, and she had on a tight top which didn't quite make it to her waist, giving a teasing flash of the skin of her midriff. "Don't undress," she said. "Come with me."
Her tone wasn't aggressive or domineering. Amused, more than anything else. I soon found out why.
I followed her upstairs into her living room and found her best friend Katrina sitting on the couch. I had met Katrina a few times, but only in vanilla mode. I had always had a bit of a thing for her – I didn't like her exactly, but I did want to fuck her. She was no longer the babe she had once been, though. Decidedly chubby now. Still pretty in the face, but honestly not that hot.
"Would you like a drink, Katrina?" Mistress asked. Her friend nodded, and Mistress looked at me pointedly. I smiled and left to the kitchen, pouring them each a glass of wine then returning to the living room. Katrina looked at Mistress and laughed. "You've got him well trained."
Mistress giggled softly. "You don't know the half of it." She turned her focus to me. "Slave! Come here and kneel!"
My eyebrows shot up. I had assumed that since her friend was there, we wouldn't be playing – that I would serve domestically then go home without getting any pleasure. We had certainly not done this in front of others before. I was nervous as hell, but what choice did I have? None that I could see. I took a deep breath, crossed the room and knelt before my Mistress. "Tell Katrina what our relationship is, slave."
I looked up at her, my face blushing red. "I am a slave, Katrina. Mistress owns my body. She owns my cock. She controls me completely."
Katrina's mouth hung wide open. "This is too weird. So he'll do, like, anything you say?"
Mistress smiled. "Anything. Want a demonstration?"
Katrina nodded enthusiastically. Mistress fixed me with a stern eye. "Stand, and strip to your panties."
I stood, my face bright red, and removed my shirt, then bent to unlace my shoes and remove them, and my socks. So far I had avoided direct eye contact with either Mistress or Katrina. Mistress knew what I was up to, of course. "Remove your pants slowly, slave, and look at Katrina's face while you do."
Reluctantly, I looked into her eyes. She exploded in a wave of giggles, which only added to my humiliation. I undid my belt and fly, and slowly eased my jeans over my hips and down. Her giggles became loud, outright laughter when she saw my blue lacy panties, my cock straining inside them. "Fuck, he really is wearing panties. Lacy girls panties. What a complete sissy!"
Mistress laughed, knowing just how much the humiliation was turning me on, at the same time as I hated it. "It gets better," she told Katrina. "His cock is my property, right?"
"So it seems!"
"Well, because I am careful with my possessions, I have labeled this one. Slip down your panties, sub toy, and show Katrina your label."
