It was Jeremy's birthday. Mistress had been keeping him very busy as of late. She was hustling and bustling as Friday drew near. He could feel her tension and she was unusually short with him when he missed a spot on the floor and a smudge on the mirrors. She had finally smacked his knuckles with the strap until they had swelled.
Now it was Friday. The house was immaculate and Jeremy was tired. For five days he had scrubbed and polished everything in the house. The floors were spotless, the glass was beaming and the silverware had been buffed until he could see his own reflection.
She found him in the guest bedroom. He was on his knees, brushing away a piece of lint off of the bedspread and checking the bed for perfection. He felt her come into the room and he froze. His ears open for instruction, his breath becoming a little quicker. She could make him move faster than he ever thought possible.
"Come with me," she told him.
He rose and hid his eyes from hers. Hands clasped behind his back, he paused. She turned and he followed her heels to the master bedroom. He stopped at the doorway and she went in. There was a new scent in the room, he noticed. Strong, smoky, seductive. He could not see from where it came, but it rose up to greet him; invaded his nostrils and made him dizzy.
"Strip off your clothes. I have something for you."
He hesitated for a split second and began to unbutton his shirt. He dropped it to the floor carelessly as she watched him. The hard work she had him do all week long was catching up to him. His muscles ached all over, but he did not falter. Soon, his jeans were lying beside the shirt. He clasped his hands behind his neck and focused on a spot in the rug.
She came over to him and ran her hand over his body. His chest and stomach were rippled with muscles. His cock was already at attention. His hair was tangled and matted from being outside during the afternoon doing the yard work. He could smell his own sweat and he wrinkled his nose. In his mind, he prayed that Mistress was just doing a routine check and that she wouldn't want to be intimate now. How he would dislike going to her as he was. Still, he said nothing. His wants and needs were second, his Mistress's were first.
She snapped her fingers and out of nowhere a small Oriental girl appeared. As she drew nearer, Jeremy could smell again the musky scent and realized it was from the girl. Jeremy stayed focused and listened as Mistress spoke.
"I want him cleaned. Bathed, shaved and dressed in the garments I have hanging outside the bathroom door. My guests will be arriving in three hours. I wish him to be completely ready, understood?" The girl nodded at the Mistress, who towered over her by at least five inches. He could barely hear the girl's reply, but he was sure it was a murmur of acceptance to the task. Mistress slapped his naked rear. He braced his feet and she hit him again. When the stinging had subsided, she spoke to him.
"Min will do as she has been told. You are not to resist her in any way. Remember that even when I am not in the room, I still know what you do when you do it. I must go get myself ready for the party this evening." She stroked his cheek gently. "It shall be a party like none other that you have attended."
With those final words, she was gone. He could hear the high heels clacking on the floor as she made her way down the hall. He heard a door slam and knew that now she was indeed, gone.
Min took his arm and pulled him toward the steaming tub. He could see the candles, white and plentiful; smell the incense wafting softly from the burners. He could see that the sheets were turned down on the bed from the reflection in the mirror. He caught a glimpse of Min's chest. Soft curves. Small woman. His cock stirred slightly at the thoughts. Bronze thigh muscles aching, feet stinging at the warmth of the water, Jeremy eased himself into the tub with a sigh. Min knelt beside the tub and began cupping the water and letting it flow over his chest and arms. The water was slick with the perfumed oils and it felt so wonderful having small hands caressing.
She lathered a soft cloth and began to wash him. The rubbing on his neck made him sigh aloud. Min said nothing. The touches now moved down his chest and onto his thighs. She raised one leg up at a time and worked the oily water into his skin, massaging, washing. He was surprised to feel her timid hands working onto his cock. She pushed his legs open and gently kneaded his balls.
Her eyes dared to meet his and he slowly nodded his approval. His cock was growing in spite of itself and it was then that she stopped. She gathered up the cloth again and finished washing him. With a small cup, she poured water onto his head so that she could wash his hair.
When she was satisfied that he was cleaned thoroughly, she handed him the jar of shaving cream and the razor. He looked at her for a moment and understood that she was not going to shave him. He took his time. He knew Mistress would run her hands over his face repeatedly to see if he had been careless in his preparation. This task completed, he rose up from the tub. He found her motioning to the bed when he entered the bedroom. He was still damp from the bath, but she shook her head and indicated that he should lie face down. He discarded the towel and did as she had told him. He felt her small hands rubbing his lower back and it felt wonderful. He could smell the oils from the water on his skin and realized that she was massaging it into him, making his skin gleam and the scent linger.
Halfway through, she made him turn over so she could do the rest of his body. His growing cock was evident, but she didn't seem to notice. She rubbed his chest, arms and legs. She oiled his cock quickly and without further attentions had him rise off the bed. She had arranged the clothes while he was still bathing. She handed him a soft leather G-string. He had seen it before. Mistress had bought that the second week that he had served her. He put it on and she handed the rest of the clothes piece by piece. A pair of tight fitting black trousers and a loose silk button up shirt completed the dressing.
She slicked his hair back and adjusted the black collar around his neck. With a final check, she turned him to face the mirror. His hair was perfect, not a hair out of place. The deep teal of the silk shirt brought out the color of his eyes. The slacks clung to his crotch. He could see the outline of his cock in the mirror. Off in the distance, he heard the bell ring. The guests had arrived. Min gathered up the scattered clothing and towels she had used and left the room, closing the door behind her. Jeremy was alone for the moment. But a brief moment it was. Mistress opened the door. He immediately gained his composure and assumed his stance. She walked over to him and checked his appearance. His hair was neat, the clothing fitted perfectly and she could smell the fragranced oil. She removed his hands from behind him and tilted his head up so that he could look at her.
"Are you nervous?" He nodded silently, his eyes darting about her face. Her brown eyes sparkled in the light. She was wearing a floor length black velvet dress. Her long brown hair was piled on top of her head, soft ringlets framing her face. She had diamond studs in her ears and a rhinestone choker around her neck. The dress was a V-neck and he could see her bosom perfectly. She caught his gaze, smiled at him and smoothed the collar of his shirt.
"Let the evening begin."
She took his arm and led him down the stairs. The living room lights were dimmed, the candles creating shadows on the walls. Incense burned in the censers placed sporadically around the room. Jasmine, he noted. There was a couple sitting on the sofa. They were slightly older than him, perhaps early forties.
The woman's eyes narrowed into slits when Mistress led him over to her. She was inspecting him from the way she was looking at him, eyeing him up and down several times. The man extended his hand and Jeremy shook it. He introduced himself as Howard and his wife as Nora. Mistress led him to the other side of the room and gently pushed him to sit. She sat beside him and rang a small bell.
The door opened and a maid came in. Only this was no ordinary maid. It was a male in a maid's uniform. He carried a small tray with drinks. He went to Mistress first and knelt carefully as not to spill the drinks. She accepted the glass and he did the same to Jeremy. Jeremy took one. The harsh liquid burned his nose when he smelled it. Perhaps brandy? He wasn't sure. When everyone had a drink, Mistress made a toast in honor of Jeremy's birthday.
The maid waited nervously in the corner. He had placed the tray on the table and was now kneeling, facing Mistress. There was a hesitance in the room. Jeremy could feel it. Something was definitely going to happen, but he didn't know how or what. Mistress had finished her drink and was stroking his hand. It was now the man spoke.
