Part 1.
The scene: an elegant penthouse apartment cocktail party. There are around 30 guests; catering has been provided, and everyone belongs to the same select 'club.' The evening has been organized as a fundraiser.
"Hi Everyone, this is 'holes.' I'll let her introduce herself."
"holes!"
holes was naked except for her high heeled shoes and collar and had been trained well enough to know how to behave on such occasions.
She clasped both hands behind her neck, walked up to the nearest guest, and introduced herself by opening her legs and thrusting her cunt forward.
James smiled and immediately slipped two fingers into her, noticing how slippery and wet she felt.
Her tits were heavy and pendulous and would be perfect for tying he thought.
"Pleased to meet you holes."
"Thank you Sir" she replied, and moving her legs back together, walked amongst the other guests, introducing herself to males and females alike. Some of the women simply nodded; other took full advantage of the opportunity and made sure their elegant, long-nailed fingers extended well into her cervix.
As soon as the introductions were over, holes rejoined Master who was engaged in conversation with the host and his wife.
"Be a darling holes and help the maids in the kitchen."
"Thank you Sir" she replied before wondering off towards the kitchen and the other equally naked servants.
When holes re-emerged from the kitchen, she bore a heavy silver tray laden with savories. As she moved from guest to guest, many took the opportunity to touch her behind or fondle her tits, which she dutifully allowed them to do. James even rubbed his finger between her arse cheeks, feeling her anus as she stood there with her back to him, offering miniature quiches to the guests.
When she turned to offer refreshments to another group, she noticed that Master was frowning. She had forgotten to arch her back and present her arse for better access when James had touched her there. She knew she might be punished but was hoping he might overlook it this time. The last time she disappointed, she was placed on toilet duties all night and had to lick or suck each guest's genitals as they finished peeing – which she enjoyed doing even if it did make her knees sore. Some of the guests would deliberately stop and start and make her lick them over and over, enjoying the sensation and her obedience. Occasionally a mini queue would form and comments would be made about her body or the way she extended her tongue when licking. She had been very well trained indeed she thought, a wry smile betraying the laughing lines around her eyes.
"holes, as soon as you've finished dishing out those quiches, come back here; there's someone I'd like you to meet. And grab yourself a glass of Pinot Gris. One of the other girls will show where to find it."
"Yes Master" she replied before returning to the kitchen. "Would Master like one too?"
"Thank you holes" he replied. "I would; mine's empty."
When holes reached the kitchen, she noticed that one of the girls was preparing to carry drinks out to the lounge. Her arms were strapped tightly behind her back at the elbows and a tray had been attached around her neck and waist so as to sit perfectly horizontal, just under her tits. A very tight-fitting red bodice had been fitted to emphasize her wasp like waist and hips. A variety of drinks were stacked on the tray and she was about to perform the somewhat delicate operation of offering refreshments to the guests without spilling anything. It also meant she would have to stand perfectly still whenever anyone chose to fondle her. The penalty for spilling the drinks was severe - as attested to by the bruising on the backs of her legs and buttocks. Clearly, carrying drinks was something she had been practicing!
"Excuse me" holes enquired of one of the other naked women, "you couldn't tell me where the Pinot Gris might be hiding?"
"Let me get if for you" she replied, walking on ridiculously high heeled shoes towards the wine cooler. "New Zealand or Australian?"
"Master prefers Kiwi" she replied, and then laughing, "That's why he chose me. I'm from Auckland."
"Oh" replied the other girl in her Los Angeles accent, "can't say I've ever been there. Anyway, call me pet. It's on my collar, along with my bar code. My owner is thinking of having it tattooed on my ass or just above my cunt so everyone knows I'm owned."
"Oh, I'm holes" she replied.
"Yes, I saw the way you introduced yourself when you came in. Nicely done. I won't ask you to be so formal with me though" she laughed. "We"ll see what the rest of the night brings."
As pet bent down and reached into the wine cooler, holes noticed the brass padlock hanging between her legs, suspended by four heavy gold rings. It stretched and pulled her labia into well into view and held her vagina open. The swaying motion must have kept her constantly aware of her cunt as she moved. 'I must ask Master to have me pierced there too' she thought.
Armed with two glasses of crisp, chilled Pinot Gris, holes moved between the guests to a position slightly in front of and to the side of her Master. Squatting down with arms outstretched, she offered Him the choice of the two glasses.
Master took one from her right hand, then, reaching down to her empty hand, helped her to her back up and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"This is the Dean and his wife Lady Sarah. Seeing as you've got one of your hands full I won't ask you to introduce yourself in the customary manner."
"How do you do Sir and Lady Sarah" she curtsied. "How may I serve you?"
"Well, funny you should ask" the Dean replied. "The purpose of this evening is to raise money for charity and your Master has kindly offered you up as one of tonight's prizes."
