Nerves prickle along my skin and flutter in my belly. Today is the test of all the hard work I've been putting in for the past few months.
Months dedicated to learning as much as possible about the running of The Castle. As well as getting to know all the staff and the regular guests who attend our "Special" weekends and holidays. Months spent learning my new job as Events Coordinator and general Liaison.
Today is the closing of The Castle to the public and the welcoming of our "Private" guests for one of our Special weekends.
I have been amazed at the public response to our themed Castle Resort. The public love that our staff are all decked out, in moderated and modest versions, as slaves {cleaners, bellboys, waiters etc} and Master/Mistresses {the heads of each area and supervisors etc}. They think it is all just a theme to go with the image of The Castle.
What they don't know is that it isn't just a theme. Every member of our staff are either Dom/Domme or subs in real life. I have found it fun to watch the slave cleaning the rooms turn into the Mistress of the receptionist and the Cleaner's Supervisor turn into a sub for one of the waiters. The Head Chef, terror of the kitchen, turn into a pussy cat of sub for the gardener, once work hours are finished and they are free to be themselves. I am amazed that it works but it does; the staff love it, and so do I.
The last of the mundane guests have left and the staff, along with me, are all hustling to get changed into their real life D/s gear. The staff are going to be on duty but also free to join in if and where they want to. So long as their duties are still done.
They take turns relieving each other of duties so they all have rotated time to play. Employees all wear The Castle's collar, if the collar is on then they are working and not free, if the collar is off then they are available if they wish to be. Funny how all the staff volunteer for these weekends and we are never short handed.
I do up the last buckle on the harness that Sir left out for me, check myself out in the mirror and can't help fingering the gorgeous collar that graces my neck.
I still can't believe that it is real and how much my life has changed in the past few months, or, how unbelievably happy I am. I also touch the matching cuff on my wrist, it had been on my ankle but because I wear boots so often Sir has moved it to my wrist. He wants everyone to know who I belong to, at all times, and the emblem of the Castle is emblazoned on both the collar and cuff. They never come off, in fact they are locked in place, needing a key to open them.
Happy that everything is done up and sitting properly I head out to do a last check before the influx of guests begins. The dungeon is unlocked, the door open and all equipment ready. The bathrooms well stocked with towels and toiletries. The banquet hall set up and ready, tables set and kneeling pads behind the chairs with spares along the walls. Various leisure areas have music playing with everything from classical to heavy metal. The staff all changed and geared up for the opening night party.
I check the clock and hustle to the office where I get waved at and told to go straight in. THEY are both in there and I go to my knees in presentation as I wait for them to finish their discussion and acknowledge me.
Together they turn to me and walk around me and Master approves the outfit that Sir has chosen for the night. His phone buzzes and the notice of the first arrivals comes through. He holds his hand down to me and tells me to stand and to take a seat. I take his hand and rise as gracefully as I can on the spikes I'm wearing and go with them to the lounge area. Then they spend the next little while going over all the preparations and checking on last minute changes that had been made.
They are pleased with my work and the choices I've made for this weekend. They order me to stand and to spread my legs wide and bend forwards.
My breath hitches as I obey their orders and try to relax my muscles. Fingers spread gel around my rear and push in past the ring of tight muscles at the opening. I hiss and pant against the bite of pain that quickly turns to a heat that burns through my body. They quickly stretch me open and a plug is pushed in hard. I cry out as the pain bites hard and whine as it flashes into a wave of heat that has my pussy leaking and my clit throbbing.
As my pussy goes liquid a clamp with a dangling crystal is attached to my clit. They order me upright and I groan as the plug shifts inside me and the crystal swings. My muscles clamp painfully tight around the plug and the weight pulls on my clit.
Heated need floods through me and a burning ball settles into my womb as my nipples go hard and pointed as matching clamps are fixed to them as well. The weights hang down, swing freely, and fine chains run from the tops of the clamps and are attached to my collar so that every jiggle will cause them to be tugged in both directions.
They stand back and admire their handiwork and I jump when the plug starts to vibrate and only just manage to bite back the groan that tries to claw its way out of my throat. I know this game and know how desperate they can make me with hours of torment. With a chuckle they turn the vibe off and tell me to go do my rounds and that they will see me after they have changed.
A quick walk through shows me that everyone is ready and that the guests are starting to wander into the various leisure areas where finger foods have been set out. That they are already getting into the mood of the weekend. I greet those that hail me but don't stop too long as I need to check the kitchen as well.
As I pass down the service passage a hand grabs me from behind. I turn and see the one person I was hoping wouldn't turn up.
I don't like this Dom or the way he makes me feel. I ask if I can help him and he orders me to my knees. I straighten my spine and twist my arm out of his grasp and remind him that I am not free for him to order around.
He gives a nasty chuckle and says that it will be his pleasure to teach me manners when he has me under him.
I step back and say that won't happen and he grabs for me again but I am saved from him when one of the wait staff comes out of the kitchen, bearing a platter of food, and asks if everything is okay. I glare at the Dom and tell him it is fine as I duck through the door and into the kitchen.
This Dom is a business acquaintance of my Master's and I have tried to discourage his attention as much as I can, without having to resort to either Sir or Master about it. But regardless of what I say or do he is becoming more aggressive in his attempts to manoeuvre me into his power and he is always sneaky enough to do it where my Master and Sir never see it. He makes my skin crawl and the thought of him having any power over me fills me with dread.
I shake my head and focus on the kitchen. Chef is in fine form as he orders his underlings around, and it is funny to see them fully dressed in their kitchen uniforms when everyone else is in their BDSM gear. But safety and hygiene rule in here. Plus I know that their gear will be on underneath those staid uniforms.
My mouth waters at the wonderful aromas and my tummy rumbles loudly, reminding me that I didn't have lunch today. Chef hears the grumble and filches a couple of hors d'oeuvres and hands them to me. Muttering about not being held responsible if I pass out from hunger. I laugh as I thank him then groan as the delicate flavour bursts over my tongue. Chef has out done himself tonight and I don't hold back the praise in telling him so.
Prickly and temperamental he may be but he delights in seeing his food truly appreciated. It is no hassle for me to praise food worthy of the best restaurants in the world. Or to stroke his ego with genuine adoration at his efforts.
Master keeps asking me how I tamed the "Demon Chef". I'm not sure he believes me when I tell him that the Chef has me eating out of his hands. Honestly, I'd crawl over hot coals for food this good and I don't stint on letting Chef know it. I am repaid with Chef constantly upping his game and offering me the choicest tidbits to test.
I adore the taciturn Chef. He is a tyrant. He is a pussy cat. He is also THE most talented chef I've ever come across. I pander wholeheartedly to his ego, which he deserves, and he repays us with delectable food. A win, win as far as I'm concerned.
Happy that all is well and on time I head back out and am relieved that the Dom is not lingering in the hallway. I head back towards the leisure areas and see Sir talking to the dreaded Dom. I hang back and wait, catching Sir's eyes and holding my finger to my lips and shaking my head so he doesn't call me over.
