This is the fifth in the series. In general, following the series in order is helpful, but not necessary, but reading the first one "Penthouse 01 - Who Am I" explains the main characters and setting making it easier to enjoy subsequent vignettes including this one.
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The Penthouse 5 - The Party
Master usually hosts a monthly party for about a dozen of his dominant friends and their submissives. However, this month someone else has asked to host the party at their home. Much easier for me, no set up, no clean up, no hostess duties. It also means I must get dressed at least till inside their house.
The day before the party, Master went through my closet and pulled out the dress I bought when his girlfriend Kathy was here. "Wear this, no one but me has seen you wear it, and you look spectacular in it." The dress is green, short, fingertip length on the left side, and bias cut to just a bit below my hip on the right side. It has enough structure on top that even without a bra my tits are lifted, framed and displayed beautifully. The backside looks like it was molded to my ass. The green looked spectacular with my red hair. I had hoped for modest heels but Master chose the stilettos we bought along with the dress.
Since it was an evening party I followed my normal daily routine. I was awake by 5AM for my first edging of the day. I did my bathroom routine: used the toilet, brushed my teeth, brushed the tangles out of my hair, did my makeup, inserted my day plug, and put on my four inch heel "house shoes." After making coffee I check my business email, and deal with any crisis that came in overnight. At exactly 7:15 I put a hot cup of coffee on Master's nightstand and slid into Master's bed and gently woke him licking and sucking his cock and balls. I was rewarded by a large load of cum down my throat as my nose was nestled deep in his crotch hair.
Afterwards I snuggled with Master who turned to me and told me that he had arranged for me to participate with three scenes that night. I groaned and Master smacked my ass. "Do you want me to cancel the last scene I have set? It is with John at his request" I had met John in the hot tub when Kathy was here, and later Master had lent me to him for a night at the dungeon club, which turned in to a delicious overnight. Master knows I have a thing for John. I smiled at Master and said, "For you I can do three scenes." Master laughed.
After Master left for the day, I went for my 45-minute swim, showered and naked except for my heels, collar and plug sat down at my desk to review emails for any customer issues. My work chair is old style oak with a Bluetooth seven-inch dildo in the middle. Master of course had the control app for that. He usually left it at a low to moderate level so I could concentrate on my work, but every now and then ramped it up or ran a program to get my attention and remind me that I'm his. That day he was apparently bored or in a playful mood as it regularly exploded into action in my cunt. Fortunately, I had nothing pressing that had to get done, because even when it was turned down, I was anticipating the next eruption.
After lunch I gave up and went upstairs to swap out my normal day plug for a significantly larger one. I know John likes to use my ass, and John is well equipped. To be honest I like John using my ass as much as he does, but I always a struggle to accommodate him. I decided to wait and do my daily enemas later, to make sure I was clean for the party. I'm usually busy before the parties making sure the condo is ready, greeting the guest who does the snacks, helping set up the equipment and usually getting spanked "to make sure it is set up right." With not hosting I had nothing really to keep me busy I had a usual level of anxiety for the evening.
Mid afternoon Master texted that he was leaving in the morning for a weeklong business trip. This happens occasionally and I always feel a bit lost when he is gone. He also texted that he was having dinner delivered around 4:30 and we needed to leave by about 6:30 for the party. He then texted me my dance card for the evening. My card told me with whom and in what order I was going to participate in scenes, but blatantly omitted the what was going to be done in those scenes. Master in either initiating or accepting requests for what was on my card knew what was planned but felt that not telling me increased my suspense. I recognized the names on my card, I had scened with all of them before, though the first one on the list was a wild card, I never knew what he had planned. The group has a standard list of acceptable practices that everyone has agreed and consented to, so unless there is something planned out of the ordinary an allowable activity list for the night is not required. Anything outside the standard list must be negotiated in advance. So, since nothing was mentioned on my dance card I knew I would be OK with whatever was planned. This only works because the group has been together for a while and there is mutual trust and respect. That still didn't tell me what I would be doing, which does cause butterflies before every party. I wasn't sure what to make about John being the last one on the list but seeing him on the card made me quite wet just thinking about it.
I decided to do my daily enemas before dinner, then there should be time to do makeup and dress before time to leave. I removed the larger plug that I had worn all day in preparation for John's use later. First a bowel movement followed by a Castilian soap enema, then after purging that a plain salt water one. Both must be held for fifteen minutes while I do cleaning chores. Master thinks moving around while holding one helps get things cleaner. Then a shower, shave my body and cunt, leaving the neatly trimmed triangle of red on my mound that Master likes to see. Once done I reinserted the larger plug, put my heavy leather collar and my house heels back on.
As I finished the doorbell rang. Checking the door camera I saw the caterer's young delivery guy, Bill, with dinner. I should have told him to just leave it, but without thinking I opened the door and told him to put it on the counter, before realizing that the young man was frozen being greeted by a tall naked redhead wearing only a heavy leather collar and four inch ankle strap pumps. I repeated, "Just put it on the counter" and pointed. "Oh, Yes Ma'am." He rushed to put the sacks on the counter. He returned to leave, trying to keep eye contact, but failing miserably. As he stepped outside the door, I said "Thank you Sir" pulled him to me with a hug, kissed him on the lips, pushed him out and closed the door. I watched him walk funny all the way to the elevator.
The elevator came back up with Master. "What did you do to Bill? I met him in the lobby, he was walking funny, wouldn't look at me, and was stuttering. I rewound the door security camera footage and showed Master what I had done. "Sexually harassing the delivery guy, I'll tell John tonight to add that punishment to what he has planned." Despite my pleading, Master wouldn't tell me what John had planned, he just smiled and smacked my ass, HARD.
After dinner, put on the dress Master had picked out, back seamed thigh highs and the stiletto heels. No bra, I rarely wear one, and never pants, panties, or pantyhose, those are on Master's forbidden list.