She darted around the kitchen finishing up the horderves. She had everything almost ready. It was about time for her to prepare herself. This was the first time that they had hosted a play party. They had been part of the local group for almost a year, but it wasn't until they got their new house, complete with a custom basement dungeon that they felt the time was right to host a party.
The knot gnawing at the pit of her stomach increased exponentially each moment that passed. She would be the hostess for the first time, so all eyes would be on her. As such, she was sure that her Master had something in mind. She did not know what it was, but that uncertainty added to the rapidly expanding knot in her gut.
From behind, his strong arms wrapped around her waist. Instinctively, she leaned back into the warmth and comfort of his embrace. She closed her eyes and let his presence overwhelm her. It soothed the knot in her gut.
"It smells delectable, little one."
"Thank you, Master. Everything is almost ready."
"Very good, my love. Go get yourself ready."
"Yes, Master. I love you, Sir."
"I love you too, and I know you will make me proud tonight."
"Yes, Master. I will."
He gave her a playful smack on the ass as she started towards her shower. She smiled as she stripped for her shower. Her body was aglow as the water cascaded over her curves. She would make him proud, and take anything he requested of her. She knew that he would never take her in the wrong direction. He knew her better than she knew herself. She had absolute faith in him.
She fixed up her hair, wrapping the tips around the curling iron to give it more body. She was not normally one for make-up, but she applied a bit anyway. She needed to look her best. She appraised herself in the full-length mirror. She looked good. She had lost several pounds with the help of her Master, but she was still a big girl.
She slid on the black dress that her master had bought for her. Normally, she abhorred dresses, but she wore this one tonight to make her master proud. This dress was something that she normally hated. It only came down to her thighs, and she never felt comfortable showing her legs. She looked at the low cleavage line, something else about it she would normally hate. She bit her lip. Suddenly she felt very self-conscious in that dress with nothing underneath. She had very big breasts and never would be braless outside the home, or private moments with her master. She rolled on the black thigh-high stockings and took a deep breath. She slid on the black flats to complete the ensemble.
She admired herself again in the full-length mirror. She tried to detach herself from her array of self-image body issues. She could almost bring herself to admit that she looked good. It didn't matter to her what she thought, she wanted, no, she needed to make her master proud.
She walked back into the living room where he was waiting. She dropped to her knees with her thighs spread apart, her hands resting palms up on her thighs. She kept her eyes cast downward, awaiting his acknowledgement.
"You look stunning, my little one."
"Thank you, Master." Her body aglow at his compliment. Her omnipresent lust for him only growing.
"Stand."
"Yes, Master." She rose to her feet taking a stance not dissimilar from a soldier standing in the at ease position. Her feet were shoulder width apart, hands behind her back, and her eyes cast down. It was time for his inspection. He ran his hand along her inner thigh. It was completely smooth as it was supposed to be. His light touch combined with the heavy hand of his dominance sent shock waves through her. He pinched and twisted her nipples through the thin cotton fabric of her dress eliciting a small yelp.
"Bend over."
"Yes, Master." He lifted her dress over her hips, examining her ample ass and her slit. He ran his fingers lightly over her freshly shaven mons to insure that they were completely smooth. She whimpered in pleasure. He slid a finger inside her now soaked slit. Please take me before they get here. She begged in her mind, knowing that the guests would be arriving any second.
"Nice and wet. Very good, my little violet."
"Thank you, Master." She gasped. His touch sent shivers of pleasure coursing throughout her entire body. She craved more. She craved his cock inside her. She craved him, but she knew that would only come at his pleasure.
He pulled her dress back down. She bit her lip, knowing that he was going to leave her in that aroused state for god knows how long. If that was his desire, then it would be her fate. She was his to do with as he pleased, and she would have it no other way.
"I am so proud of you, baby. You are just awesome." He gave her a long slow passionate kiss. She was not only his slave, but also the love of his life.
"Thank you, Master." She beamed.
There was a quick knock at the door as it opened. Violet rushed over to meet the new arrivals. Violet first curtsied to Mistress Leia, then threw her arms around her slave Tasha. Leia and Tasha were very close friends with Alex and Violet, by far their best friends in the local group.
Alex gave Leia a warm embrace and they shared a quick kiss. Leia, a tall blonde made even taller by the heels of her leather boots cracker her golden smile. She had been a model at one time, but had moved out of the business rather than sacrifice her classical beauty for that anorexic waif look that was been en vogue in the mid-nineties. Her knee length cotton skirt clung to her hips, which was why she preferred it to the cliché of leather. She left the top few buttons of her white silk blouse open so she could display her ample cleavage.
"Hey lover." She said just before she kissed him again. While they weren't lovers in the truest sense of the word, they had played together many times, shared their slaves, and had been intimate.
"Glad you could be here, sweetie."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, love."
Tasha, a lithe redhead, kept her arm around Violet's waist. "I think Mistress is going to ask Master Alex to subbie sit me for a couple of weeks, when she has to go out of town on business. Won't that be fun?" Her long pigtails flapping as she danced around. "It'll be a big sleepover."
"Can't wait." Violet smiled back. She knew all about it. In fact, she had just talked about it with her master the night before. "It will be fun to have a playmate around."
"Yippee!" Tasha jumped up and down, making her plaid skirt rise almost high enough to see her clean-shaven snatch. She then threw her arms around violet and gave her a big squeeze.
"Tasha!" Mistress Leia called.
"Yes, Mistress?" Whirling around, nearly displaying herself again.
"Calm yourself!"
"Yes, Mistress." She sighed. She smiled softly and straightened her skirt. She re-tucked her white silk blouse that had come free during her excitement. She looked down and unbuttoned another button and frowned. Her B-cup breasts just would not give her any cleavage since her mistress had denied her a wonder-bra.
Mistress Leia turned back to Master Alex, "Once a cheerleader always a cheerleader, I guess."
Alex put his hand on Leia's shoulder. "She is a darling. If you ask me, her excitable side only adds to her attraction."
"You are right, Alex. That's why I guided her towards that teenager role."
"It fits her well."
"Yeah, but I feel like a child molester any time I look at her." Both of the Dominants laughed.
A knock at the door pulled Violet from her friend to go answer. "Hello, Ma'am."
It was Mistress Gina and her boy Dalton. Violet curtsied to Gina and gave Dalt a quick hug.
"You look positively stunning today, Violet. Doesn't she Dalt?" The large woman said.
"As she always does, Mistress. Although nowhere near as stunning as you."
Gina, a rather huge woman clad in a leather skirt and blazer made her way over to the other Dominants, leaving Dalt to mingle with the submissives. Alex gave her a casual hug. Leia gave her a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Dalton didn't seem out of place with the females, being a slight man himself. Often, his mistress would dress him up in a dress for the events, but today he work black biker shorts and a gray muscle shirt. Violet stifled a giggle seeing his far from muscular frame in that attire. Tasha actually let a giggle escape before telling a bad joke to try to cover it up. Dalt's short hair and receded hairline did nothing to enhance his look.
A few more Masters with their female slaves arrived as the get together began in earnest. One more knock came upon the door, and violet answered it.
"Hi, Sir!"
