It was our local BDSM group's monthly play party and Goddess Diana had me dressed up well for it. She had personally handpicked my outfit for that night, and when she saw me in it she couldn't help but tell me I looked "damn sexy."
It was an old "diner girl" outfit we found at a costume shop, one piece with red and white stripes and a skirt part that cut off uncomfortably high on my legs. With it I wore a pair of 6-inch heels, making me stand about 6'5". And topping it off was a large white bow she had me put in my brunette wig, itself styled in curls.
For two weeks before the play party, Goddess Diana had been denying me orgasms, while making me stroke more often than I ever had had to before. When we bought the outfit a week in, she made me stroke to the edge 3 times while trying it on in the fitting room. She said she wanted to make sure I was "good and horny" for the play party so I could serve my proper role for the party.
My role, as it turned out, was to be the "waitress" for the play party. I was to get everyone there snacks, drinks, and whatever else they wanted. I was also to provide foot service for anyone who asked, male or female, and call everyone there either "Sir" or "Ma'am" depending on their gender. I did these tasks rather excitedly, as I had always been interested in being a servant to an entire party of mixed gender.
Most of the guests took me rather light-heartedly. They would tease me a bit, but always tell me in the end I was doing a good job. Very few even asked me for the foot service, whether male or female. In fact, only one man asked me for the foot service--and this is where my story begins to get interesting.
This man went by the name of Lord Steel in our BDSM circle and had always intimidated me a bit. Everything I wasn't, he was. I was skinny and weak; he was built and strong. I had very feminine features; his face and jawline reminded me of a comic book superhero. And tonight, while I was dressed as a diner girl, he was dressed in tight leather pants, no shirt, and a leather jacket that left his washboard abs exposed.
I was just walking back with a glass of water for one of the other guests when I felt a tug at my skirt. I turned around and there was Lord Steel.
"Hey, sweetheart," he said. "How about some of that foot service your Mistress offered you up for?"
"Yes Sir," I said in reply, almost without thinking. "Just let me bring Donna some water."
But for whatever reason, I truly did not feel comfortable massaging this man's feet, and I must have pushed it to the back of my mind, because soon I had forgotten about it. Half an hour passed, and as I was heating up some pizza rolls, Goddess Diana walked into the kitchen.
"Stephanie..." Diana said, addressing me by my sissy name.
I turned around with a jolt. "Yes Goddess Diana? I was just getting some pizza rolls ready to serve to the guests."
"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asked.
"Um..."
"Didn't you tell someone you'd give him a foot massage?"
"Y... yes Goddess Diana... I apologize, I'll get right on that."
"You better," Diana sternly said. "You make me look bad when you forget something. I was going to let you cum at the end of tonight, but if you don't do your job you'll have to wait ANOTHER 2 weeks. I'll heat up the pizza rolls--you go massage Mr. Steel's feet."
"Yes Goddess Diana."
I went into the other room, and Lord Steel was seated on the reclining chair. I swallowed my pride and walked up to him.
"Umm, Lord Steel... would you still like me to massage your feet?"
"Sure, Steph," he said. He reclined back in the chair and put his feet up. "You can start by removing my boots."
They were brown cowboy boots, with spurs and everything. I had never had to remove a shoe like that off anyone, but it did not prove to be too difficult. I then got his socks off, and began massaging his left foot.
The whole time he seemed very excited by what I was doing. A few times he got into it and said things like "That's right baby, worship these feet," and "You like doing my feet, don't you, slut?" Per Goddess Diana's instructions, I had to answer "Yes Lord Steel."
When it was finished, I put his socks and cowboy boots back on his feet and then kissed each boot as Goddess Diana had taught me to. Then I got up and took everyone's drink orders. After about 15 minutes, nature began to call for the first time that night, and I noticed I really had to pee.
I went to the upstairs bathroom and shut the door behind me, sitting down to pee as I always did when dressed as "Stephanie." I thought about Lord Steel's feet and began to get the uncomfortable thought that it was strangely arousing to be called a "slut" by that man.
Suddenly I heard the doorknob turn. Apparently I had forgotten to lock the door! "Someone's in here!" I shouted. But whoever it was evidently didn't hear me, and walked right into the bathroom.
It was Lord Steel, and he was staring at me.
Terrified to tell him to leave, I finished up my business, stood up and slid my panties back up. The whole time he just stared. As I washed my hands, he kept staring at me.
Finally I got fed up and decided to break the silence. "Enjoying the view?" I asked flirtfully.
"Quiet," he responded.
"I'm sorry, but--"
"I said be quiet, slut!" he said, somewhat agitates, and covered my mouth with his hand. "No one can now we're in here together."
When he took his hand off my mouth, I said "You must be mistaken, Sir. I'm only to provide foot and food service tonight, not anything else. You can ask Goddess Diana if you want clarification."
"That doesn't matter," Lord Steel said. "If you don't do what I tell you, I'm going to tell your Goddess that I asked you for another massage, and you not only refused but called me all sorts of names. What are some names you might call me?"
"Ummm," I said. "Neanderthal?"
"That's a good one," he said. "I'll tell her you called me a neanderthal. Now, are you going to be at the mercy of your Goddess, or are you going to do what I say?"
