The holiday season brought the horde of shoppers to the stores and restaurants in the hopes of catching a quick deal or stuffing their stomachs with morsels fit for the mass energy exertion till they drop dead in the bed from exhaustion. Thanksgiving crowded the grocery stores to max capacity while everyone shopped for the perfect turkey or the sides to accompany a bird too large to feast on in a single day. Sir, as he must be called, wanted none of it and instead demanded we go to the local farmers market to pick out a ham. I've never been much of a culinary artist, but my days alongside my grandmother and mother while they cooked or prepared meals for the family helped me get by pleasing my Sir's stomach. He requested ham, caramelized sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes and of course green bean casserole for his Thanksgiving feast. I was to produce all required dishes by 5 p.m. Thanksgiving day on Sir's special platter and the amount had to be perfect for four meals. A special punishment handed down by Sir for the inability to contain myself and withhold my orgasm from his absence on a business trip. I, admittedly, broke his rule of no self-masturbation to climax while he was away and this was my form of punishment. The details had to be exact and my measurements had to be precise as the punishment was to teach me patience and the ability to focus on whatever task was at hand. If I accomplished and successfully completed my punishment, Sir stated he had a special treat for me.
The alarm sounded at 6:00 a.m. per Sir's usual routine of awaking for the day. I hurriedly jumped out of bed, stripped of my negligΓ©e and proceed to his side of the bed and dropped to my knees.
"Sir, your alarm has went off and I am awake to cater to your needs. What would you have of me Sir," my tone blank and emotionless as he liked.
"Good morning babygirl. I hope you slept well and enjoyed not being able to pleasure Sir last night. Did you like watching as I stroked my cock in front of you?" he sneered.
"Yes Sir. It was enjoyable to watch. Thank you for allowing me the pleasure after my short comings while you were gone," I replied.
"Good. You did a wonderful job scrubbing the floor where my pleasure dripped. Next time you'll listen and I'll allow you the pleasure of taking care of me and if you are especially good, letting you have a taste," he boomed. "Now to the task at hand. You have your instructions. Are they clear?" he demanded.
"Yes Sir," I asserted.
"I will dress myself and handle what I need done today. I expect everything to be perfect. Don't disappoint me any further, babygirl. Are we clear?" he coyly stated
"Yes Sir, as always," I answered.
I stood up and proceeded to the kitchen where I would remain for the day. First order of business was to take care of the ham.
The fresh smell of cut pineapple and honey lingered in the air as the ham sat in the oven tempering to slightly room temp as per Sir's recommendation. The sweet potatoes sat on the stove along with everything Sir had asked for. The clock showed 5 o'clock on the dot and as demanded, I plated his food and placed it in front of him. Sir looked, admired, grunted and salivated at the plate of food I had served him. Setting his silverware down before he could even take a bite, he looked up from his plate and sat back gazing upon my still naked body standing at rest as I always do before he allows me to sit at the chair.
"You did very well babygirl. The food looks amazing and the smell is tantalizing. You didn't miss anything per my request and I don't even have to taste it to know the food is exquisite. Now, please answer the door as we have guest," he dismissed.
"Yes Sir. I will clothe and answer the door," I said shocked. Sir gave no indication we would have guest for dinner and as it stood, food hadn't been plated to allow guest.
"Oh no, babygirl. This is your gift. You will entertain our guest completely naked," he chuckled. "Go get the door and invite our guest to the dinner table," he motioned with his hand.
Sir and I had discussed this before. How I fantasied about entertaining guest with Sir proceeding the night. I was shocked with disbelief as my fantasy was coming true. The thought sent shivers down my spine and the essence between my legs started to drip down my thigh. Sir was always unpredictable and though he was strict and demanding, he still never allowed me to go unsatisfied.
Standing before me in complete disbelief stood Rob and Dan, Sir's long-time childhood friends. The cool air blew through the doorway and licked at my nipples, bringing them to sharp points which both Rob and Dan had promptly noticed.
"Come on in gentleman, Sir is in the dining room awaiting your arrival," I gestured towards the direction of the dining room.
"Thank you, Abby, it's most appreciative to be welcomed in your house adorned in such a beautiful outfit. Mark always had divine taste in his woman," Rob licked his lips as the desire built in his stomach.
"Oh Abby, what a pleasant sight before my eyes. Mark did a number on this occasion and I'm sure we won't soon forget," his deviant smiled danced across his face.
Rob and Dan had been somewhat of a normal occurrence the closer the holidays approached. Sir was a huge football fan which Rob and Dan also took great attention too. Every time the guys got together, I would always host, always clothed, and take care of whatever Sir and the guys needed. I enjoyed serving them as Sir always said, I was the perfect servant. This time was different as Sir had never allowed myself to be seen as an object of pleasure to anyone, but himself. Sir and I always divulged our secret fantasies and if Sir found it fit, he would allow me to act on it. On one occasion, several years back, Sir had made mention before that he wanted me to be satisfied completely with as many cocks as I could handle. Sir had always been my dominate since we met and I never thought he could ever completely allow himself to indulge in such a fantasy. I myself, thought the fantasy was hot and a complete turn on to be a servant to multiple men while pleasing my Sir. It was a fantasy he sparked in me that I thought would never happen.
"Rob! Dan! Come sit down and I will have babygirl serve you all a plate. She spent all morning cooking unbeknownst we had guest and look at the meal she prepared everyone," he thundered while greeting them at the table. "Babygirl, please serve these two gentleman their plates before the food gets cold. Once that's finished, grab yourself a plate and come join us by my side," he directed towards the floor.
"Yes Sir," I squeaked as the rush of desire coursed through my veins.
The plates of food still steamed as the heat radiated from the fresh cooked food. Placing a plate in front of Rob and Dan, I returned to the kitchen to fix myself a plate. I wasn't even hungry from the other thoughts that currently occupied my brain, but not eating when it was time to eat would result in a punishment I never wanted to experience again. Sir always knew what was best for my body and I always listened to what he said. Arriving back into the dining room, I positioned myself on the floor beside Sir and slowly enjoyed each sample of food I had placed on my plate. Sir and the guys, joked and talked sports over their plate of food and would grunt or straight out acknowledge how good the food was.
"Babygirl, you did a fine job with dinner. As I'm sure the guys can attest, the food was beyond delicious and you made up for the mistake you committed last week. Go shower up and come find us in the study as I show the guys some business prospects. You will arrive with nothing on once again as that is your attire for the rest of the evening," he asserted as he slid his hand between my legs and ran his fingers from the back of my knee to the dripping wet spot between my legs.
In order to calm the unrestful desire in my brain, I had taken a cold shower. Allowing the water to sting my flesh to keep my mind off the thought of three guys having their way with me. All of which was a fantasy as I had no idea if Sir had actually planned that to happen. Approaching the study doors, I knocked and with the all familiar voice saying come in, I opened the door. Sir's study always smelt of leather and the hint of lemon from Sir always dusting off the shelves of books he kept behind his desk. Positioned in his favorite chair, Sir sat upright peering over a book he had on his desk as I walked into the room.