Delia had never considered herself a slave. She was, after all, her own woman. She ran her own business, and had the luxury of a household assistant to cook and clean. At least that's what she told her friends. To them she was quite the princess. And most of the time her Sir treated her like one. Until the day he didn't.
Delia was enamored with Sean. She would do anything to make him happy, and see that smile of satisfaction on his face. When he called her his good girl her heart would melt and her panties would dampen. She would gladly be his wanton slut, or his little girl. He could redden her ass, or choke her with his cock. Oh, his cock! She loved what he could do with his cock. She loved having sex. More so with Sir, and he liked to reward her with a good hard fuck.
Tonight Sean was going to fulfill a fantasy. He was going to show Delia that even though she couldn't see herself as a slave, she would realize that he indeed owned her. He knew she thrived on his praise and wanting to make her Sir happy. He was going to push that knowledge tonight. He was going to push her limits. The thoughts of his plans aroused him.
Delia had been to play parties with her Sir many times. So being naked around friends and strangers was nothing new. But tonight was going to be different. Tonight would be more intimate. She was nervous, and hesitant. And quite aroused.
Sean and Delia had been discussing the evening's activities for some time. They had negotiated what would be allowed, and what they'd both be comfortable with. They both had the fantasy of Sean sharing Delia, but making it a reality was a big step. In the end, they agreed Sean would have his two best friends from the BDSM club over for drinks and cigars. Sean would send their domestic sub home for the night, and Delia would be the one serving drinks, and ultimately serving up her talents to Sir's fellow Doms. They agreed that for this first time, the men would be able to touch and fondle her, but she would be limited to oral service only.
As Delia was in her room getting ready, she became more nervous. What if Sir's friends didn't find her attractive enough? At fifty, she no longer had the toned body of her youth. She stood naked by the mirror. Her body was softer, and curvier, but she had to admit it looked pretty good. And Sir couldn't seem to keep his hands off her. That made her smile. He was the only one she really had to please anyway. She went back to readying herself for the evening. She showered, shaved her legs, trimmed her pussy, and put in some light perfume. As Sir requested she donned a flimsy negligee . It barely covered her breasts and lower body. She felt exposed. But she felt sexy. Taking a deep breath, she made her way downstairs to Sir's study.
Sean watched as Delia walked into the study. He had already removed his jacket and tie, and sat in his chair looking through the day's mail.
"You look stunning, my dear girl" he said as he tossed the mail aside. "Come here, sit with me while we wait for our guests."
Instinctively Delia sat at her Sir's feet, and removed his shoes and socks. She rubbed his feet and put her head in his lap. He began running his fingers through her hair. Delia sighed. This was one her favorite times of the day.