I knelt beside the tub and waited for my Mistress's command. She laid back in the soapy water, surrounded by a cloud of steam, her long black hair flowing out around her. "Washcloth, maid," she said, and I immediately handed her a blood red cloth. As she washed her legs she looked at me with a grin. "Are you ready for the party tonight?" she asked.
"Oh, yes Mistress. Everything is as you asked," I replied. It was hard not to look at her beautiful form in the tub, but I kept my eyes on the wet tiles of the floor as she expected. It was hot in the bathroom, and the maid's dress I wore wasn't making it any cooler. My Mistress liked me to be dressed properly at all times, even when it was just she and I at home, so I wore the traditional French maid's outfit: short black skirt, three layers of taffeta petticoats, garter belt and nylons, wispy white lace panties and a pair of three inch black leather pumps. A shoulder-length red wig and full, sluttish make-up completed my uniform. I could see the white petticoats peeking from beneath the hem of my skirt, and I knew that every time I bent over anyone who cared to look could see the ruffles that covered my rear.
"I've got some new clothes for you. My brother and his friends have a veryβ¦fun game that we're going to play, but they asked that you dress a certain way. That is alright with you, isn't it?" my Mistress asked, her voice daring me to disagree.
"Of course, Mistress. Whatever you and your guests desire."
"Good." She stood up, water cascading off her body as she stepped out of the tub and onto the mat. I stayed on my knees, knowing what came next. She snapped her fingers and said "Dry me, slave."
I leaned forward and ran my tongue over her wet skin, her taste mingling with the soap as I dried her off. When I licked her cherry red nipples she moaned, and when my tongue crossed her pussy she sighed and pressed my head closer.
"Linger a bit there, slave. Make sure I'm completely dry."
I did as she asked, exploring her depths and greedily sucking the juices she spilled. After a few minutes her breath started to come in short gasps and she grinded her hips against my face, riding me to an orgasm. When she was done Mistress patted me on the head and said "Very good. But we've wasted enough time in here; come, help me get dressed and then we'll get you dressed."
Mistress lie back on her four-poster bed and told me what she wanted to wear that night. She had told me earlier in the week that her brother and two friends were coming over for a dinner party; I was to serve and follow any commands they gave. What they had planned I didn't know, but if previous parties were any example I could expect to end the night bathed in cum and sweat after a long night of being the party favor.
"I want the short black dress tonight, slave, with the black lace teddy and heels." She stretched her legs out and smiled. "I think I'll go without stockings tonight." I got Mistress her clothes and helped her into them. "Now my heels, slave. The black ones."
I brought them to her bedside and slipped them onto her feet, kissing each toe in turn.
"Very good, slave," she said, rising. "Now for your clothes." She walked to her closet and pulled out three bags. "Put these on, the white bag first. Let's see how you look."
The first bag contained a white lace bra and panties and white thigh high stockings. I slipped out of my uniform and lingerie and got into the new clothes. My Breast forms gave me decent cleavage, and my thin form looked girlish even in male clothes. The panties' cool silk caressed my ass and balls, and it took all my willpower to keep an erection from stretching the lacy material. The stockings felt wonderful on my legs, and I made one turn that left my Mistress giggling.
"You're the first model I've seen with a hard-on," she laughed. "Get on the rest."
Next came a plain white blouse and a short, pleated plaid skirt that barely covered my behind. "Just like a naughty little girl," Mistress said as I stepped into the skirt. "I'm sure that before tonight is over you'll do something to earn a spanking on that cute little ass."
In the bag with the blouse and skirt was a pair of black and white saddle shoes and a long blonde wig. I put these on and sat on the bed while Mistress drew my hair into a ponytail. "The make-up you have on is fine. I want you to look like a slut tonight," she said. "I'll handle the last bag."
She opened the last and smallest bag and pulled out a collar, handcuffs and a thin silver chain and lock. She snapped the collar around my neck and fed the chain through the leash attachment; then the handcuffs went on my wrists and the chain was locked to them. As the lock clicked home the doorbell rang.
"That will be our guests. Go let them in, and don't forget to greet them as I've instructed!" She pushed me off the bed and gave me a swat on the ass to speed me along. I went to the door, wondering what the night ahead held for me.
When I reached the door I did just as Mistress had told me to: I knelt and opened the door, quickly scooting out of the way and letting the guests enter. Two men and one woman came in, the men wearing nice, casual clothes and the woman wearing a long coat. Remembering my instructions I quickly kissed their shoes and then rose, saying, "Please follow me."
"Not so fast," one of the men said. I could tell from his face that this must be Mistress's brother; he shared her thin features and sharp green eyes. "Turn around, slave, and let's see you."
I did as he asked, gasping as he grabbed my chain and dragged me close to him. He pressed his face to mine and smiled before kissing me. "Perfect. Bend over and let us see your ass."
I quickly bent over, the skirt riding up and revealing my pantied ass to the trio. I felt hand roughly caressing my cheeks then the other man said, "What do you think?"