I remember how interested you were when I told you of the “Toy Party” you had permitted me to attend. You had given me permission to go and to pick up whatever interested me. I did not expect to be told a few weeks later that we would be attending a very special ‘toy party’.
After bathing, shaving, applying lotion everywhere; keeping myself smooth and soft as you desire me to be, it was time to style my hair, down as you like it. Now it was time to dress as you had told me too. Putting on a bra, skirt and blouse you had selected. Then it was time for the sandals.
I slipped into the sandals you laid out and went into the other room where you were. I stood waiting for you to notice me. You looked up from your book and smiled and motioned me over and saying,
“Your Master wants you to wear this tonight as well.”
I looked down on my play collar, the leather one with the D rings was in your hand. After kneeling down you lifted my hair and fastened the leather one over the dress collar worn all the time.
“Yes my slave, you will wear that as we go out together tonight” I nod and look down. You lift my chin and smiled at me.
“You know I will always own you. I want all of them there tonight to know that too.”
As we drove to the event, I began to get more and more aroused just being with you and suffused with pride knowing you want them, whoever they are to know I am yours. You park in front of a house and indicate it is where we are going. You walk with me up the steps, holding me tightly to you. You smile down at me as the chime from the doorbell echoes through the place. I am looking straight ahead waiting for the door to open when you cover my eyes with a blindfold.
“I will be with you my sweet, you don’t have anything to worry about. “ The door opens and a voice I don’t know greets you. You gently guide me in and tell me to just wait. I start to feel a little tense as your voices fade as the two of you walk into another part of the house. I breathe deeply, and settle myself, knowing you are here with me. That thought gives me all the comfort needed.
After a time you are back and you guide me to another room and have me kneel on a pillow there. I kneel with my legs apart, even with the skirt on, with back and neck straight. Since blindfolded I don’t have to lower my eyes but find I do out of habit, smiling briefly.
The doorbell chimes and I hear the sound of additional voices and then the sound of zippers being undone. I swallow, gulp even. Then the voices are discussing where to put things as the bags are unpacked. I relax again, didn’t realize how tense the sound of the zippers had made me. I also visualize my Master’s smile at my response to the sound of the zippers.
The discussion is of oils, and bath salts and lotions, and all kinds of edibles. Then it moves to the discussion of toys….
Master, you mentioned to someone that a small table near me would be a good thing to have for the demonstrations. I feel your hand brush gently against my cheek. I lean into your touch, but do not move beyond that subtle shift. I remind myself I am with you and that you love me and will care for me. Again the doorbell chimes.
There is the sound of many men and women’s voices. They pause a moment as they come in, but then the chatter continues. I can only imagine they must have been startled a bit. There is the sound of drinks being served, snacks given out and people settling.
Then a voice starts out introducing himself as the sales consultant and then describing what they are attending.
“There is a model here tonight for the demonstration of the effects of some of these items” the voice is saying. “You can feel them on your hands and all and imagine the response they will cause, but here is someone who will show you the affect they really have.”
I hear my Master say to the consultant, “We should prepare her for the demonstrations if you are all ready to get started.”
