The white ladies from the hospital are arriving for our little soiree. My Goddess greets them at the front door. As always she's a charming hostess of course. I hear the usual pleasantries, the sound of the exchanging of white woman kisses on the cheek, the rounds of 'you made it', 'I'm so glad you came', 'Oh Emily you look amazing as ever, that dress is stunning on you', the gracious acceptance of the wine they have brought.
They're in the lounge now, in the customary "What a lovely home you have" stage of new guests.
"And where is the lovely Doctor Chen?"
"She is preparing a round of drinks."
I am in the kitchen cringing, mortified and dying in embarrassment. It's always so hard when people I know well first meet me. That makes no sense. I mean when they meet the real me, not the 'at work' me they think they know. It's so hard. Most people I know never get to really meet me. It's only a select few that the Goddess knows are safe, and that we can trust, that meet the real me. Emily is too considerate and gracious a hostess to ever embarrass a guest. That would be crass. So they are carefully vetted for their suitability, only a chosen few ever invited and carefully let in a little bit on what to expect. No guests will be shocked.
No, the embarrassment is for me alone.
My heart is pounding so fast. It never gets easier with new people. This isn't the first time and it won't be the last. Still, it never gets easier.
My face is crimson. My cheeks burn. What is both yellow and red? The McDonald's logo. A sunset.
Me.
Deep breaths Annie. My hands shake on the drinks tray as I carry it in.
Goddess is talking, her stream of words doesn't pause as I enter, she's in good hostess mode making sure our guests are relaxed and comfortable. She is good at that, setting the scene and the tone, putting people at ease.
"No need to be formal tonight Madison, please no more Doctor Chen, tonight she is just Monkey. Aren't her nipple rings lovely? I had them specially commissioned. Look at the craftsmanship."
She always does this. Just like that straight away our guests are comfortable looking at the completely naked Chinese woman serving them. Examining me. They have her permission to gawk. Permission to stare openly. Their eyes roam. They smirk. They will never see me at work the same way again.
Goddess leads them in a discussion of my body like it's the most natural thing in the world. I'm such a pretty little thing they say, I'm so tiny, my skin is lovely, how petite I am, so delicate, my hair so long and beautiful, you are very lucky Emily.
"Oh can we get a better look at the tattoo?"
Oh seriously Grace, fuck you! There is always one!
"Of course" says Goddess and pats the coffee table. I know my part. Bright red I stand up on the table. I will keep my hands down by my side, I know better than to try and cover myself.
They look closely, fascinated. They laugh. Emma says I thought you were joking about that Emily.
My tattoo.
'Property of Emily' it says on my little waxed cunt.
"She got that at 20 for me. You made such a fuss about it at the time didn't you Monkey? You were so embarrassed. What a drama!"
They are laughing.
"Yes Goddess."
"Did it hurt?"
Of course it hurt Sydney!
"Well I think you're very brave Doctor Ch... err Monkey."
She is smirking.
I am so ashamed.
Please, please, please don't let them notice how much my cunt is dribbling. Goddess will know, she always knows.
Maybe she won't comment on it this time.
"Since you're up on the table already Monkey, why don't you turn around, bend over and show our friends your pretty plug?"
I'm dying.
"Yes Goddess."
*****
It gets a little easier later. The attention isn't always on me now. Usually in the evenings I sit beside Emily on the couch but Emma is sitting in my place now, so I kneel on the floor between Emily's knees. I lay my head in my Goddess' lap. I need reassurance. Automatically she starts to stroke my hair like she always does, gently and tenderly. Aww that's so sweet someone says. Goddess smiles down at me and caresses my face. She is pleased with me. I've been a good girl.
My heart rate slows down, her fingers in my scalp, so familiar all these years, are soothing and calming.
We all talk. Travel plans, issues at work, bad patient stories. From time to time Goddess will snap her fingers and I will get up and fetch drinks or snacks.
Wine. Tinkling of glasses. Laughter. White women are relaxed, the talk is raunchy now. Wine makes them giggly and braver. They are very curious. What's it like to have a slave after all?
Goddess says it's amazing. Imagine someone that totally adores you, worships you, will do anything for you, anything to please you. Imagine you can play out your every fantasy, gratify your every whim, cum whenever you want, as often as you want, however you want. Imagine someone that has devoted the last 13 years to learning you, learning how to please you in all things. Imagine when she's that dedicated, how well she knows your body. I mean can you imagine Monkey's cuntlicking ladies? How good it is? My eyes roll back in my skull every time because I cum so hard, she's
that
good a cuntlicker.
Murmurs.
I am full of both shame and pride.
"God I'm jealous. I wish I had a... err...
cuntlicker
like you Monkey" says Grace. "My husband and I... not much happening in that department... maybe a quick lick or two on our anniversary."
"Oh Monkey will be down there for over an hour if I want it won't you Monkey?"