A Day in the Life of Your Slave -- Part 8
Mistress hosts a party!
It's a Wednesday morning and I am happily cleaning your pussy of your night cream, licking your ass and drinking your pee when you softly announce that you will be hosting a party on Saturday night. Of course, I know what sort of party it will be and that you no doubt have plans for the use of your house slut. I also know better than to ask any questions and my complete trust in you and your plans for me means I can focus on tasting your pussy and getting you ready for your day.
The next two days is a flurry of activity around the house with preparations for the party. Between the small bits of information you give me and the phone calls I can overhear, there seems to be about 20 people coming for dinner and after dinner fun. Of course, I respond eagerly to all commands to clean this and arrange that about the home and each night we fall into bed exhausted from the day's activities. After cleaning your pussy and drinking your last pee of the night I tuck you in and head to my small room for a few hours of rest.
Saturday morning dawns gloomy and cool and I can sense your displeasure at the weather. The party is supposed to be partly indoors and partly out, and I know you are disappointed that the outdoor part may be impacted. As a result of your mood it seems I can do nothing right. You are restless at your morning cleaning and push my head away long before I am done. You tell me the coffee is cold and the breakfast eggs are mushy even though I know everything is perfect.
You stomp around the house muttering ideas about how to change the plan for the night as I attend to my duties in silence trying to stay out of your way. I can hear your voice raised on a couple of calls and at the end of one you storm into the kitchen with a belt in your hand. "Slut I am so angry right now I need to release some energy", you tell me with a stern tone. "Bend over that table and don't miss a single count!"
I know you just need to burn off some nervous energy, so I bend over the table without raising my maid's skirt revealing my bum. After each lash of the belt I say "One - Thank you Mistress". By having my skirt and panties over my ass I can barely feel the strike and we both know that your house slut will be clean and unmarked for the evening's entertainment. After 20 lashes I can hear you breathing harder and with a soft moan you put the belt down. You reach for me and we hug, our breasts pushing in on one another.
"I'm sorry slut, you didn't deserve that.", you tell me in a whisper.
"That's ok Mistress.", I say, "It's my honour to serve you in whatever manner you need and desire. I hope you're feeling better".
We look at one another and smile. You nod in a way that I recognize, and I drop to my knees and climb under your dress to begin licking your pussy and drinking your pee. When you are done you pull me up to my feet and we begin the final preparations.
Late in the afternoon the weather begins clearing and the air warming and with it your mood improves. The first guests are scheduled to begin arriving by about 7 and by 6 the weather for the evening is perfect. I still have not been told my duties for the evening but, as in all things, I trust you to tell me what I need to know when it is appropriate for me to know.
At 6 you send me to my room where I find a note and an outfit on the bed. "Pet I am pleased with how hard you have worked to prepare for this evening and as a result here are your duties. You will be a combination fluffer girl and toilet slut for my guests. You will be prepared to accept whatever is offered to you and will be required to prepare guests for whatever they desire through the night. Get cleaned and dressed and meet me in the main foyer near the front door".
I quickly shower and shave off any random hairs then make sure I'm squeaky-clean inside before starting to get dressed. Textured black stockings and satin garter, tight red, crotchless thong panties that allow my cage to be displayed, a long see through camisole that covers me from neck to mid-thigh and of course my largest breasts and 6" stiletto heeled shoes. Basically, this places me front and center as the slut of the house and I begin imagining what uses I am going to enjoy this evening. Alongside the outfit is a double med dose and glass of water which I am beginning to suspect is laced with hormones of some sort. All I know for sure is that I have been getting harder in my cage over the past few weeks and that my natural breasts are increasing in size and tenderness.
I walk down to the foyer to find you chatting with the caterer discussing last minute details. You are dressed in a flowery dress that is, in part, transparent and part opaque so depending on the angle of the light, everything or nothing can be seen. Under the dress I notice stockings, garter, no panties, push up bra and you're wearing your strap-on harness but with no dildo installed yet. Your black thigh high 6" boots complete the outfit.
You direct me to a small alcove in the hallway that is normally used for decorations and a pass through from one part of the house to another. You have had a small bench installed for the night and I'm directed to lay face up upon it. The height of the bench is controlled by a button on the wall, and you test this to see the maximum range of the appliance. You are happy with the differences in height from about 6" from the floor to well over 4'.
You proceed to strap me into place with my head hanging slightly over one end and my feet in stirrups at the other. This of course makes my face and mouth accessible at one end and my slutass at the other. You have made sure I'm wearing a medium-large sized plug that doesn't challenge me but is in my body quite tightly. You also make sure a catheter is inserted into my cock with the other end in a large glass bottle. You explain that this way I will be able to consume as much fluid as possible without damage to my innards. You laugh a bit as you tell me that the pee collected will also be a good addition to my next bath.
I'm strapped in above and below my breasts, so they appear even bigger than normal, across my belly and my feet are clamped in wide and tight so my caged cock is exposed and my ass is easily accessible.
You whisper in my ear that you hope I enjoy the evening and with that you post a sign that says "Fluffer Girl Available - Piss drinking, ass cleaning and cum swallowing encouraged". I have a feeling this is going to be a busy night.
Lying as I am I can't see much of what unfolds over the course of the evening and for the first 20 minutes or so I am ignored by those passing me by in the hallway. The first guest to use me is a man who walks up to my face while holding his drink and chatting with someone I can't see. As he is chatting and laughing he undoes his zipper and pulls out his long thin cock. With a quick glance he pops the end of his cock in my mouth and without skipping a moment of his conversation begins to pee. I drink it down as fast it comes out and when he is done, he removes his cock, wipes it off on my lips and leaves to go back to the party.
My next visitor is a young woman in her mid-20's who adjusts the bench until I am staring up her short skirt at her bald smooth pussy. She steps forward and slowly raises the bench until my nose is buried in her ass and my mouth was clamped onto her wet pussy. It is obvious she has just come from work or hasn't washed in a couple of days because her scent was very strong. Obviously, being the good slut I am, my caged cock displays its pleasure by swelling to fill the cage. She loves that and raises the bench even more until her full weight is on my face.
