The Mistress had sent me away for the evening. She would be entertaining an old friend tonight…someone who wasn't aware of Her lifestyle, and my own role in it. It might be best, the Mistress said, for me to be scarce while Her friend was with Her. But She cautioned me to have my cell phone charged and on, in case plans changed.
The call came fifteen minutes ago. The Mistress demanded that i return to Her home, let myself in, and slip into the room She has set aside for me without announcing myself. As i quietly shut the front door behind myself, i could hear the Mistress's voice in the kitchen, chatting with Her friend. Moving as silently as a cat, i padded down the hall to my chamber, and slipped inside. There, i found the note that instructed me to prepare myself as i am now…naked, save for my collar, a fur-lined blindfold and leather wrist cuffs. I stand silently, awaiting further instruction.
A moment passes, and i hear the bedroom door open. Someone moves close to me…it is the Mistress, i recognize her scent. She puts her lips close to my ears.
"I've been telling my friend about you, slave," She purrs. "I am not sure she believes me. So i want to stage a little demonstration for her."
"Yes, Mistress. How may i serve You in this?"
"By doing everything I tell you to, silly, just like always. The only difference is, there will be someone else watching. You won't see her, though…I've blindfolded You to protect My friend's identity. I don't want her to be embarrassed if You should meet her in public someday. So, whatever happens tonight, you are not to remove the blindfold until My friend has left, or You have been returned to this room for the night."
The logic behind this escapes me, that Her friend would be embarrassed to be recognized by a slave who had been humiliated before her. Wouldn't it be the other way around? But it isn't my place to question the Mistress's logic.
"Of course, Mistress."
"For the same reason, My friend will not speak in your hearing. She may nod or point, or pass me a note about what she'd like to see, and I will convey to you what you need to know to comply."
"i understand, Mistress."
"Very good. Now, pet…let's go show my friend what having a slave is all about."
The Mistress pulls my wrists together behind my back, and i hear the metallic click of a small padlock closing, linking them together. From behind me, the Mistress guides me out of the bedchamber, down the hall, and into the living room.
"This is the slave I told you about. His name isn't important tonight. When I am feeling fond of him, i call him 'pet.' At other times, he is just 'slave.' "
The Mistress pushes me forward. i think i am standing in the middle of the room, perhaps six feet in front of the comfortable leather chair which the Mistress normally favors for Herself. This MUST be a good friend, if the Mistress is sharing not only Her slave, but also Her throne. Standing at attention, i am ready for the Mistress's orders. Several minutes pass, i presume as the friend inspects me from her seat. i wonder what She looks like, how tall she is, how old…is she beautiful? Does it matter? Images of a thousand mysterious women swirl in my mind, as i try to picture the one who is looking over my naked form even now.
My cock is heavy, hanging low, but beginning to fill, i think. I can neither see it nor touch it to be sure, but i feel its weight growing as her eyes sweep over me. Is she impressed by it, or has she seen others she liked better?
"He's only at half-mast at the moment, but I can make him hard for you. Would you like that?"
A moment…and presumably a nod from the friend.
"Excellent." The Mistress's voice assumes a tone of command as She addresses me. "Pet, I want you fully erect by the time I count ten. Can you do that?"
"Of course, Mistress. If it pleases You."
"All right then. One…two…three…"
The Mistress has conditioned me to become hard on a ten-count, to the point that doing so has become an involuntary response. As the Mistress counts, i feel my cock growing, beginning to bob in front of me under its own weight. I clench the muscles in my ass and crotch a moment to be sure, but there is no need to worry.
"…eight…nine…ten."
I shift my weight slightly, and feel my cock sway before me. It feels as though it is pointed at the ceiling, but i suppose it is actually directed straight in front of me…toward the Mistress's friend.
"It's a nice one, isn't it? Not especially long, I think, but thick, and that's really what matters. Don't you agree?"
A few seconds of silence.
"Would you like to see it up close? pet, take two steps forward."
I step forward slowly once, and twice, unsure of my precise position in the room. I don't want to smack into a coffee table…or the Mistress's guest!
"Yes, of course," the Mistress says in answer to Her friend's unspoken question. "Handle him all you like. Don't let him come, though. He's a good slave, but even the best ones are useless for at least half an hour after they come."