With the house now spotless, thanks to Raven's exertions, it was time to entertain. The five months I had spent in the field had torn a huge hole in the regularity of my poker nights. It would be a great time to decompress and catch up with my fellow officers. Raven would be prominently featured. Had she not been on the way to Escort School, each of my guests would have gotten a chance to test drive her. But I wanted the Escort Finder medal very badly, so for tonight and until she graduated they would have to content themselves with being able to look and not touch.
I ordered a passel of sandwiches from an off base delicatessen. It worked out to be not much more expensive than making them myself. It was a lot more convenient however. The beer I purchased from the PX and had delivered. While the card games would be fun, they were secondary in my mind. My main focus was on getting Raven ready for display.
After awaking that morning in bed together I started our day by again finding out how well Raven could preform fellatio. I knew that Women in the matriarchy sucked off their male slaves but women in the South were used to being served, not serving. She would have to learn to give men the pleasure they wanted. Gently I explained to Raven what I expected of her. "Ultimately your needs WILL be met," I said, "There is nothing a northern man loves more than hearing the slave under him orgasm, BUT you will have to see to his needs first."
Raven was not a bad little cocksucker, she needed just a little coaxing in the form of electrical jolts from her collar to preform exactly as I instructed. When I came I gently yet firmly held her face fast and ordered her to swallow. After ascertaining that this time she had consumed all of my cum I went down on her and preformed the best cunnilingus I knew how to do, With my hands and my tongue I got her to orgasm and heard her delightful moan. Suddenly I was glad that I would not be sharing her with the guys tonight.
We ate brunch in the nude in the kitchen. I simply could not get enough of Raven's spectacular naked body. After eating I put her on my treadmill for a workout. She glistened wonderfully under her sheen of perspiration. Raven really seemed to delight in working out. I realized that I would have no problem getting her to exercise.
As early evening approached we showered together and I lathered her head to toe. Afterwards I dried Her off and brushed her hair until it shone. Her outfit for the evening was perfect. A short black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline. A string of pearls that I allowed my slaves to wear encircled her neck below her collar. Underneath, a black lacy bra, a black thong and black stockings with seams up the back held in place by a filmy black garter. A pair of black heels completed the outfit.
Makeup is not too popular in the North. We like our women natural but I thought that just a little lipstick and color would compliment Raven' looks very well. I was right. She looked spectacular. Upon seeing her reflection in the mirror, Raven's mouth dropped open in surprise.
"When my guests arrive tonight you will smile prettily at each one. You will also find out what kind of sandwich and beer they want. You will get them from the kitchen and bring it to the officer in question. I will be firm with the men tonight. They may admire you and compliment you but they may not touch. Once you are an escort you will be expected to entertain every man at a gathering such as this. However as an escort you will be expected to state your fees and terms. Everyone will know what to expect from you and you from them. Consider this evening a dry run for one of those future events. If you were not destined for escort school, Each man would take his turn with you until he was completely satisfied."
"Do you have any questions slave?"
"Will I remain dressed throughout the night master?"
"I see you are a thinker. I like that. In answer to your question, no. I will be gradually exposing you as the evening wears on. The sooner you realize that nudity is your natural state as a woman in the North, the better off you will be."
Raven sighed a bit at that information. I thought this role reversal must be hard for captured soldiers on either side of the border. I thought about Carl, the man I had left behind as a slave in the matriarchy, for the thousandth time. There was nothing I could do for him other than pray to the great patriarch that he was treated well in the South. I knew for certain that I would not want to be him. Hairless, collared, with my penis rendered completely inert; totally at the mercy of capricious women. I thought about the ancient past when men and women lived together as something like equals, but that experiment had ended in failure many generations ago. Despite its faults the system worked now. Men and women were complete equals as warriors with a common enemy. Each other,
"Raven, you are a spectacularly beautiful woman. It is only natural that I want to show you off. You, no doubt, had a male slave in the matriarchy. Didn't you take pride in stripping him and displaying him to your fellow officers?"
