This is the eighth 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 8 - Slut's Ex and the Party
On my return from my weekend at Mistress Umbra's Master informed me that we would be hosting the monthly party the next weekend. Master hosts a monthly party for about a dozen of his dominant friends and their submissives. While they are more work for me, Master arranges a new memorable experience for me with one or more of our guests. He never tells me what to expect or with whom he has made the arrangements.
I contacted Rene' to arrange for the refreshments. One of our guests usually has his submissives serve the refreshments and drinks to our guests, so I verified with him that they would do that this week. Another guest makes furniture and brings the crosses, horses and other devices, so I double checked with him to make sure. He was bringing a couple of new pieces which he wants to put outside on the terrace. I discussed that with Master, and we decided that we needed a sound system outside to mask any unusual sounds. The Terrace is visually private but screams and other unusual noises could carry to other condos. I contacted an ex-partner, Carlos, a professional musician who assured me he would be glad to loan one of his sound systems for the party. Ordering the flowers finished my set up for the party.
Since my return from Mistress Umbra's Master had been very attentive. Beyond missing me I think he is concerned that between Mistress and John we may be drifting apart. While nothing could be further from the truth, I did enjoy the extra attention, especially in the early mornings.
At exactly 7:15 every morning, I put a hot cup of coffee on Master's nightstand and slide into Master's bed and gently wake him licking and sucking his cock and balls. About half the time he has rolled over onto his stomach during the night and I get to wake him with a deep rimming. This is doubly rewarding as not only do I get to rim my master, but when he starts to wake up and rolls back over, his cock will be at full mast from my efforts. Either way I take pride in my Master waking each morning with his cock using my throat and his pubes tickling my nose.
My morning wake-up efforts usually have one of two happy endings. Either Master comes down my throat or Master pulls me up to ride him cowgirl style while he amuses himself by pinching, pulling and twisting my sensitive nipples forcing me to cum a few times before I feel him blast into me. Whichever way, my final duty is to ensure his cock is licked and sucked clean. I love the tastes of our combined juices.
This week after cleaning Master he has been pulling me to him to talk. Usually about nothing in particular, but I do enjoy cuddling with Master and the extra attention, kisses and caresses are quite nice.
Master doesn't have breakfast, so he showers, dresses, and gives me a deep kiss before heading out the door. I'm left standing there in the open door watching him board our elevator wearing only my normal daily attire: Sir's collar, plug and four-inch heel house shoes.
As part of Master's extra attention this week Master had come home early every day, with no plans other than proving that I am still his three hole slut. It was nice though my ass was a bit tender by Friday before the Party.
I can monitor the condo building security cameras on my computer. So, I open a small window on my work computer of the parking garage and can see when Master enters the garage. I get up off my dildo seat, attach my leash and am kneeling at the door offering my leash when he arrives home. He doesn't know my camera secret and is just amazed at my daily greeting.
Thursday, I got a text, "Bad day, be facing away from the door, ass high, chest low. I added a bit of extra lube and was as Master ordered when he opened the door. Without a word, he smacked my ass cheeks several times and much quicker than normal was buried in my ass. Not sure what happened that day, but Master took out his frustration on my ass. When he came hard, we collapsed on the floor, with Master still semi hard and buried in my ass.
"Thank you, slut, I needed that." He eventually rolled us over; I cleaned him, and we cuddled there on the floor. Master started to apologize, but I stopped him with kiss and reminded him that his slut was there for his use whatever his need.
On Friday, the day of the party, I dressed the same as every other day even though the caterer and others would be visiting to deliver items and prepare the condo for our guests. Some were not expecting to see a naked flaming redhead in heels, a plug, and a leather collar and I usually found their reactions amusing.
The lady from the florist was the first to arrive. She has been doing our parties for quite a while and tries to pretend that my nakedness is normal, though her constant side glances indicate otherwise.
The furniture arrived shortly after lunch. Our Master builder and his boy brought in several items and set them up including some new pieces for the terrace. After original set up, I had to get strapped onto each piece so he could test them by spanking my ass, then make any adjustments to the piece. There is always one last piece that requires him to fuck my face to make sure it is set up right. I'm not sure why it always ends with a facial, but it does.