Chapter VII--We Meet The Guests And Are Exposed For What We Are
Ladies Four, Five and Six arrived and, while physically disparate in appearance, were given the same routine treatment by their fellow whites as did the men whose numbers corresponded with theirs. I won't bore the reader with the details as they are repetitive, except for the different nuances of numbering, skin color and texture, and physical attributes. We abused each and they abused us as one might expect each would when given the opportunity, motive and access. It was exciting; it was fun; and if one was empathetic, it was embarrassing for those being abused and shavedβexhilarating for those doing the abusing. In the end, we all were treated badly by our own, in anticipation of being treated better by the blacks.
Some two and one-quarter hours, approximately, after the last of the white couples had entered the premises, six hairless, somewhat subdued men were told to line up as we had originally been instructed, with our hands around the man's balls or cock behind us and led away from the tiny bathroom that had become our sanctuary and in which we had abused and played with the white women. We were marched into a living room, no, more of a great room, where we were reunited with our lady friends and wives.
We men were naked and painfully aware of the exposure while the women were wearing nearly translucent, but somewhat opaque, white diaphanous gowns that were sashed with an obi in the front. The gowns covered the women from head to ankle, demurely, and the ladies' private parts were kept from view by the protective gowns; they looked, to me, like angels ready for choir practice much more than they looked like they were ready to be given as sacrificial entertainment for the pleasure of a number of Black Masters and Mistresses.
Each of the women was seated on an apparatus that I will call a chair but which, we soon learned, was really much more and, at the same time, much less, than a mere chair. The six devices were painted a lacquered black and had no seats per se. Each had a straight back with two horizontal surfaces wide enough for the ladies' thighs to rest upon. Each horizontal surface began at the woman's bottom and ended approximately at the knee where a vertical surface was connected that reached nearly to the floor. I noticed that an "O ring" was available at the top, the knee and the ankle of each "chair".
As each woman had sat on the chair, the horizontal leg surfaces rather than a seat under her buttocks supported her weight. I noted with approval that the horizontal surfaces could be spread and secured in that position and the ladies' legs with them if the Dominants so desired. Once spread and locked in that very open station, there would be nothing that would impede access to the area between each woman's legs. The chairs could be raised and/or lowered by use of an apparatus not unlike a barber's chair pedal. The chairs were quite ingenious and also appeared quite functional if one's goal was unfettered access to the subject sitting on the apparatus.
The seats on which the six white women sat were arranged to form a sort of semi-circle with the women facing out, their backs to the middle of the room and ample space on every side, front and back, to provide access to anyone who wanted it. Their ankles and knees were shackled to the legs of the chairs and were tightly closed at the moment, but their hands were allowed to remain free to move about as the women wished.
Despite the familiarity with which each of us men had treated the women, the fact that each tried to, and was abundantly assisted in being able to, sit with her knees as tightly pressed together as possible, in the manner that every mother had taught her daughter, was evident and each would have been the picture of prim and proper femininity if we did not know that their ultimate purpose was to be the object of the sexual attentions of five Black couples for the remainder of the visit.
Our significant others seemed somewhat amused by the fact that we were naked and tried to let us know by their smiles but, thankfully, they were not in a position to speak to us or otherwise let us share their thoughts. Their grins, however, spoke as loudly as any boisterous statement and each of the white men was forced to acknowledge that the women's modesty was enviable for the time being. Annie winked at me to let me know that all was well with her and that she appreciated the privacy of her somewhat elegant wrap, for now. I, for one, was also relieved that they were ordered to be silent for I was not in no mood for what I suspected would be their demeaning comments about our uncovered condition. At any rate, my imagination was racing with fantasies of the upcoming evening.
We nude men were ushered into the kitchen by our hostess and each was assigned a particular job to perform. One was to be a bartender, two were made food waiters, another was ordered to perform as a food assembler, and the last two of us, including me, were to act as drink servers.
The food menu consisted of finger sandwiches, canapΓ©s and the like, modest but appetizing and I was getting hungry, not having eaten since I arrived; the drink options were endless.
Upon reentering the living room, I was instructed in my duties as a drink server by the Master host. In essence it was simple, I was to take a drink order from any of the hosts' guests, relay it to the bartender and, the drink having been made, deliver the drink to the requesting party; I thought that I could handle such a simple task, even nude and being distracted by the presence of our women and the soon-to-be arriving guests.
The guests began to arrive shortly after we were instructed about how to perform our domestic duties. I speculated about the approximate time of their arrival but I could not be sure how late it was. I began to take drink orders immediately and, other than being embarrassed by my nudity in comparison to their elegant dress, I found the interactions with the guests to be without uncomfortable incident. They seemed to be much more interested in getting to know and explore the white women.
When all of the guests had arrived, four couples in all, the guests and our hosts began to show an even more intimate interest in the semi-circle of angelic white women sitting demurely in the great room. After their initial drink order had been filled, each couple would take its time appraising each of the women, in turn, walking slowly around the semi-circle of chairs and each woman, discussing among themselves their impressions of the entertainment, without apparent consideration for the presence or discretion of each woman.