It was New Years Eve party day, and Dale and Margie were a bit anxious. They had no idea what their roles would be. They knew their mistress had plans for them, but not what those plans were.
The party in question was the biggest gathering of mistresses and masters, and their slaves, in the greater Cincinnati area. In truth people came from all over the country for this one.
It wasn't limited to BDSM, either, you could find people from every kink here. But it was exclusive in that at five thousand dollars a ticket, only well to do domes came. The only way non well healed people could get in, and Dale and Margie were far from well off, was as a slave. Slaves were not guests, they worked the party.
Dale and Margie arrived at their appointed time, cleaned inside and out, dressed in casual clothes. As ordered. Parking in the staff parking lot, they waited for transportation to the main house.
Mistress didn't own this property, she got it on loan from another mistress who was the stereotypical bored multi-billionaire. The main house was where the party took place but parking for guests and staff was off site.
Dale's eyes went up as transportation arrived. It was a small cart that could carry maybe 4 people at a time. There was a driver, dressed for the part, and pulling the cart was a team of pony boys, fully tacked out, from the black plumage on their heads, to the shiny black tails all the way down to the hoof boots, with horseshoes on them. Dale could hear the clop of the horse shoes as the cart turned and headed up the path.
Dale eyed his wife, and she shot him a look back, neither were prepared for the depth of the fantasy Kinks already on display. Their anxiety ticked up a notch for the role they might be playing.
"Welcome folks, I will be taking you to the servants entrance at the back of the house," the driver piped up. " You think these guys are decked out, you should see the pony girls set to pick up the guests at the main parking area." Obviously he had seen eye contact between the two.
The rest of the ride was silent. At the back gate they were dropped off and were met by a maid who took their names and sent them off to start their servitude for the party. They couldn't tell if the maid was man or woman, they knew it could be either, mistress had toyed with making them maids for their first time here. But so well was the makeup and costume, they had no idea.
Going in the appropriate entrance, they were met by their mistress.
"You two are on time, unfortunately they are still setting up your equipment, shall we say. So strip, put your clothes in the locker with your names on it, and put on what you find in there." Mistress ordered, "then I will give you a quick tour, once you are installed you won't see much of the proceedings."
Another look between them, installed?
They quickly did as told, the contents of the locker were just two collars with leashes, and cuffs for their wrists and ankles. They helped each other and were ready and back before their mistress in no time.
"If there were guests here, I would put you in chains as well, but it is a pre party, I will trust the two of you to behave." Mistress said, gathering their leashes and leading them up a long hall to the main party space.
The main hall was a massive space with a large pool in the center. To the sides were smaller halls all with curtains drawn over them. The pool drew their attention first. It had a rocky wall at one end, with a waterfall feeding the pool. But what made their eyes go wide were the mermaids swimming under the waterfall.
"Yes we have mermaids, and mermen, although they aren't dressed and in the pool yet. You two will be installed in that hall over there." She said pointing to some curtains, knowing her words would scare her slaves.
"On the walls we have living art."she said waving at men and women in vacuum frames, the latex trapping and holding them in a pose until removed. "Of course Statues." Waving her hand to the statues, obviously real slaves, dressed in shiny white latex with no eyes or mouth holes, tied into poses they could not move from.
"We also have slaves made into mobile service stations, pulled by other slaves, available to relieve any guest who needs it." She pointed at a slave who was being lowered onto a dildo mounted on a wheeled cart. Once on the dildo his legs were bent and strapped down. His arms, torso, and head strapped to a pole running up his back. In his mouth was a gag with a funnel sticking out. Other slaves were being mounted with double ended gags, and some with ring gags. Dale was glad they missed that assignment. Next to him Margie squirmed a bit, wishing she did get that assignment.
