"Do my tits look big in this?"
Olwen turned around from the full length mirror and faced Phillipa, who was lying on their bed. Phillipa's eyes lit up as she took in the full body leather harness that Olwen was wearing.
"Fuck, sweetie. You look magnificent!" she said sincerely. "I love the way those straps make your tits sit up, and they show off your cunt to perfection! You look a right dominant bitch!"
"Then my work here is done," smiled Olwen. "Come on, get your beautiful arse in gear! We're due downstairs to meet Glenda's parents. I heard them arriving some time ago. "
Phillipa got up reluctantly from the soft, warm bed. She looked at the outfit Olwen had put out for her.
"Really?" she said, arching her eyebrows.
Olwen grinned.
"Listen," she said in her Dominant Mistress voice,"either you wear what I've laid out for you and you get fucked, or you refuse to wear it and I'll fuck someone else tonight! The choice is yours."
Phillipa picked up the sheer, black stockings and rolled them on her legs. The elasticated tops ensured she didn't need a suspender belt. She put on the pair of "fuck-me" high heeled shoes and fastened the straps around her ankles. Wordlessly, Olwen passed her two tiny padlocks, which she clicked onto each buckle. She stood up, and realised that the shoes made her stand, and presumably walk, at an angle which showed her tits and her arse off perfectly.
"I'll need some help with this, please," she said, picking up a leather choker with the title "Pet" on it.
Olwen took it from her and fastened it around her throat. When she had finished, she reached around and cupped Phillipa's tits in both hands.
"You are mine, my darling, but I don't mind if you play with others tonight," she said softly. "Just remember to come back to my bed when the party's over."
Phillipa turned her head to face Olwen for a kiss.
"I love you, Olwen" she said huskily, " and I'll never be anyone's pet but yours."
They went downstairs hand in hand and bumped into the Laird in the vast front hallway.
"There you both are," he said with a smile. "I was just going to send one if the staff to get you for some early evening drinks. Glenda's parents are here, and all the other guests are on the ferry from the mainland. So we'll be able to get this party started as soon as they arrive."
Kenny took them into the drawing room, and introduced them to Glenda's parents. Cindy, her mother was a tiny woman with a gorgeous figure that was shown off perfectly by the corset she was wearing.
Apart from her black stockings which were held up by suspenders, and her corset, she was naked, so that her small pert tits and her smooth cunt were on display for all to see and admire.
Hank, Glenda's father was a tall, well built black man. He was bare chested, displaying an impressive six pack, below which he wore a pair of tight leather trousers and cowboy boots. Cindy saw Olwen's eyes light up, and she giggled at the surreptitious way both Phillipa and Olwen checked out his groin area.
"It's true what they say, ladies," she said, sounding very much like the late, great Katherine Hepburn to Phillipa's ears. "Once you've gone black, never go back!"
She looked at her husband with unconcealed lust. She went on,
"When I introduced him to some of my girlfriends, they were outraged, as only people in Connecticut can be," she said. "But now most of them can't get enough black cock. Why, even some of their husbands enjoy Hank fucking them!"
"Glenda will be along in a minute," Kenny said, sitting down between Cindy and Hank on a comfy looking settee. "She is just making sure that the staff are all aware of what's expected of them. She's taken to her role as Lady of the Isle like a duck to water."
"Lady of the Isle!" repeated Cindy in her distinctive New England accent. "I can't wait to tell the girls back home that my little gal has a title!"
She turned to Kenny with a smile.
"Now then, Kenny," she said "please tell me that you've organised lots of cock for us gals in this party of yours. Hank and I haven't travelled all this way just for a few fucks!"
Before Kenny could answer this, the door to the drawing room opened and Glenda came in. She was much taller than Kenny, and her willowy figure was visible to all, given that she was totally naked. She greeted everyone in the room with a kiss on the lips.
"Don't worry on that score, Mamma," she said with a smile. "Kenny has some very well endowed friends. The ferry has docked and as we speak, Mrs McPherson our housekeeper is settling them in upstairs. They'll be down presently."
She turned to her father and grinned at him.
"I hope you're not going to be too busy tonight to pay attention to your little girl, Daddy," she said. "The one thing I miss about living in Scotland is Daddy cock. I get plenty what with Kenny and the staff here, but you were my first, and I always love having you."
Hank smiled and seemed about to reply when Cindy said excitedly,
"Now don't you fret, baby. Your father has spoken about little else other than how he's looking forward to fucking you this weekend. And don't forget the rules of our special game. What Daddy puts in you, Mamma licks out!"
There was a knock on the door, and Aisha McPherson came in.
"Your guests are all in the hallway, Laird," she said respectfully. "Some of them are very impatient to start." She turned around and displayed a perfect handprint on her smooth, pale arse.
"The gentleman in question knows how to spank!" she continued. "I did mention that it was customary for the Laird of the Isle to start proceedings, but it seems he doesn't give a fig for tradition. He said that in Edinburgh, they seize any opportunity and accept the consequences later!"
"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, Aisha," replied Kenny. "Bring everybody in here and let the serving girls and boys serve champagne."
He turned to his guests.
"There are too many people here to introduce everyone individually," he said apologetically. "I suggest we mingle, and introduce ourselves. Remember, anything goes tonight. All I ask is that you respect any Owner's right to refuse you permission to play with their submissive."
This speech was interrupted as the door opened again and a crowd of people, most of them naked, some leading their submissives on a lead, entered the drawing room.
Kenny, being quite short, was soon lost in the crowd. He got up on a sturdy looking coffee table.
"Friends, fellow kink lovers and perverts," he began in a loud voice, "first of all thank you for coming to help Glenda and me to celebrate our wedding anniversary. Most of you have been here before, and know the house rules. For those of you who are here for the first time, let me briefly go over them."
Everyone in the room listened respectfully and intently.
"My staff are here to serve," continued Kenny. "You'll find someone who will accommodate any kink or fetish that turns you on. If you don't find what you're looking for, ask Aisha McPherson, my wonderful housekeeper. She's the filthiest, most perverted member of my staff, and I can't think of a single thing Aisha hasn't tried, or is willing to try. She's the tall lady over there, with the imprint of Rory Stewart's hand on her arse!"
Everybody laughed and Mrs. McPherson blushed deeply, and acknowledged the Laird with a smile.
Kenny continued his recitation of the house rules.
