My Mistress left me to maintain my kneeling position in the corner for what
seemed like an eternity. My mind wandered and I half listened to the
conversations she had with her visiting friend, Ms. Cassandra. Neither made a
single gesture or motion that acknowledged that I existed and my Mistress
certainly didn't express any concern for my discomfort or feelings. She simply
had no use for me so it was as if I was not there. My place was to wait on my
knees here until She decided my service or use was desired. For some, this might
be upsetting or difficult to deal with; after all, I was practically just shoved
aside inconsequentially. For me, however, it was actually ironically satisfying
and deliciously exciting. Somehow, being used and then tossed aside made me feel
closer to my Mistress and increased the hunger within to please Her. I thought
about all of those things as my knees strained on the carpeted floor. My whole
body was becoming increasingly drained after the earlier ordeals I had endured.
I thought about how odd it is that I almost feel no consciousness of my
nakedness, even in front of a stranger, and I was becoming almost completely
used to total random nudity. It was all part of being a slave, especially a
slave who belonged particularly to my Mistress. Strong feelings of humility and
an overwhelming desire to please and satisfy Her were brought out by everything
She was teaching me and everything She was making me endure.
I was almost completely lost in my thoughts when I heard my name called almost
seemingly in a distance. I did not answer, but instantly I regained my senses
and awaited further instructions. Mistress called me over to Her and I crawled
to where She was sitting on the couch with Ms. Cassandra. She had me kneel right
beside the arm of the couch and she began to stroke my hair. I basked in this
gift of affection. These moments were not so frequent and I absolutely cherished
the times when She bestowed this type of attention on me. She continued to go on
in conversation with Ms. Cassandra for a few minutes longer as she caressed my
hair and then ran Her hands ever so lightly up and down my back. I lapped these
moments up like a parched dog given water. There were no words for the feelings
of humbled joy I felt, nor could I even begin to express just what I would do
for this amazing Domme I am lucky to serve.
After a few minutes, Mistress looked over to me and informed me that She and her
friend would like some cheese and crackers and a bottle of wine. She asked Ms.
Cassandra if Pinot would be alright; Ms. Cassandra confirmed it would be fine.
With that, I went to the kitchen to prepare a platter and to fetch the wine.
Mistress had taught me very specific, detailed instructions for serving food or
drink (mostly to guests) properly to Her liking. She spent several instances
alone just to train me in opening and pouring wine similar to the way a wine
steward would in an upscale restaurant. I was glad for my previous catering
experience because She was so precise in the way She wanted things done and I
don't know if I'd be able to perform these tasks acceptably if not for my
earlier experiences being a waitress. I found the shiny, black and white latex
apron I was to wear for serving hanging in the pantry and I put it on. I tied
the wide latex strings around my waste with a large bow in the back. My backside
was completely exposed and my breasts were hanging free in this apron, it only
covered my privates. I then found the bottle of Pinot Grigio in the fridge and
placed it on a large black tray Mistress had just for serving. I found two wine
glasses and inspected them by holding them up to the light to make sure there
were no smudges of dirt or lint anywhere on the glass, even the bases had to be
absolutely smudge-free. Mistress expected me to make sure every single thing I
served Her and Her guest was absolutely perfect.
I searched the cabinets for the wine chiller and filled it with ice. I took a
black linen napkin and folded it in half and laid it over the top of the
chiller. I made sure the wine key was in the proper position on my tray.
Mistress would consider it nothing but a complete disregard for my duties if I
were to bring the wine without all of these things and I'd certainly be punished
because it would mean that I ignored Her clear instructions and I did not care
to pay attention to details in my service; both things were utterly and wholly
intolerable.
I found a block of Camembert in the fridge and grabbed that with a bunch of red
grapes and a ripe pear. I took a medium sized oval platter and I found two
varieties of crackers in the cabinet. First, I cut up the cheese into small
slices, attempting to cut them as evenly as possible. I made two rings along the
outer edge of the platter, alternating the slices of cheese and the crackers. I
sliced the pears attempting to make the wedges as close in size as I possibly
could. I made a flower of pear wedges in the center of the platter and
surrounded that with the grapes which I had removed from the vine so that every
grape was free of stem. Part of my duties in serving Mistress and Her friend was
to ensure that they could eat and drink effortlessly without a single worry in
regards to food or drink.
I decided my cheese platter looked fantastic (if I did say so myself) and placed
it on the tray I was to bring to the dungeon where Mistress and Ms. Cassandra
waited. I folded two beige linen napkins into neat triangles and took two very
small, square paper napkins specifically intended for beverages. I took one more
black linen napkin and folded it in a neat triangle as well. I also grabbed two
small china plates that were perfect for nibbling. I checked my tray, and then
deciding everything was perfect and ready for Mistress, I carried it to the
dungeon. When I reached the dungeon room, I stood waiting in the doorway for
Mistress to allow me to enter. She nodded slightly to gesture me to come in and
She continued Her chatter with Ms. Cassandra. I placed the tray down every so
lightly on the coffee table that lay in front of the couch they were sitting on
and knelt so that I was facing them from the other side of that table. I was
nervous, but knew exactly what I was to do and what Mistress expected.
I opened one of the beige linen napkins so that it was just folded in half the
long way and held it up so that it draped accross my hands. I kept my eyes
lowered as I offered this up to Mistress first and then did the same with the
other beige linen and held it up likewise to Ms. Cassandra. Both Ladies placed
the napkins in their laps and then watched me intently. My heart raced, but I
tried to ignore my nervousness and continued. I put one china plate directly in
front of each Mistress on the table. To the right of each plate, I put down a
beverage napkin and placed the wine glasses down on each napkin. I was careful
to only pick those glasses up by their stems when I lifted them for my fingers
were not allowed to touch the upper part of the glass at all. I presented the
bottle of wine to Mistress and then showed Ms. Cassandra the label. This was
rather silly to me as Mistress picked out the wine Herself and surely She knew
what type of wine was in her own refrigerator, but She enjoyed being served
meticulously and with much ritual. The details I had to practice in serving Her
wine was just one example of this fact.
After I presented the bottle, I opened it with one of the black linen napkins
laid over my left arm exactly as a professional waiter would. I had to make sure
the label faced Mistress at all times, anything else was unacceptable. I cut the
foil by making two sharp, quick cuts with the small knife on the wine key, and I
neatly pulled the top part of that foil off in one piece. I was rather impressed
with myself that I could do this so immaculately. Next, I screwed the cork screw
into the cork while holding the bottle steadily by the neck, still being sure
the label was facing front. I slowly and gently raised the cork and was able to
lift it out of the bottle by tugging gently with my hand. It did not pop, but
barely made any audible noise. I breathed a sigh of relief for getting this far
with no errors at all. I placed the cork halfway in between both Ma'ams on the
coffee table vertically so that it would not roll off the table.
I took the napkin from my arm and folded it so it was quartered and held that
under the neck of the bottle of wine while my other hand held the wine from the
bottom of the bottle as I began to pour. My hands were not allowed to touch the
neck or lip of the bottle of wine once it was opened. It was as almost as if a
slave's hands would contaminate the wine. I poured a tiny amount in my
Mistress's glass, filling the glass with maybe a half of an inch of wine only. I
was careful to hold the napkin under the lip of the bottle as I poured to ensure
that not a drop spilled anywhere. That too was a highly punishable misdeed. I
poured the same amount of wine for Mistress Cassandra and then withdrew the wine
and kept my eyes lowered to the floor as I had been trained. I waited until each
Mistress sampled the wine as I held the bottle close to me. I then asked, "May I
pour the wine, Mistress?"
Mistress answered, "You may," and both Ladies put their glasses back down on the
beverage napkins. I poured Mistress Cassandra's glass first this time, filling
it two thirds with wine. I did the same in my Mistress's glass and then took the
wine chiller off the tray and placed it on the left handed corner of the coffee
table as I held the wine from the bottom of the bottle with my right hand. I
concentrated intently on not dropping anything. I put the wine in the chiller
with the label facing Mistress again and lay the linen napkin gently over the
bottle of wine. I figure I could get a job at the most fanciest of restaurants
and there could be no customer more difficult or requiring more meticulousness
than my Mistress.
I actually really enjoyed this aspect of my service to Mistress; the finely
detailed ritualistic service was a bit challenging and was a nice contrast to
some of the more monotonous, mundane chores I have done for Her such as
scrubbing floors or cleaning out Her refrigerator. I also knew it meant She had
a certain trust in me that I could perform such pedantic tasks.
After I set the wine in its chiller, I then had to find a place for the tray
that was out of the way. I picked up the tray and then stood up from my kneeling
position, ever so careful not to spill my cheese platter that rest upon it. Of
course, it would have been easier to put the platter on the table first before
lifting the tray, but that was not the acceptable etiquette. As I stood
carefully balancing my tray, I backed away from where I stood so that I did not
turn my back to Mistress. I placed the tray on a small table off to the side and
placed the remaining black linen folded over my arm and carried the platter back
to the coffee table. With my eyes lowered, I knelt back down again facing both
Mistresses from the other side of the coffee table once again. I held the
platter carefully in one hand and used my free hand to lay the black linen
centered on the table. My platter was not to touch the table itself, but could
only rest on a linen napkin. I, however, was required to hold out the platter
myself to make it easy for Mistress and Her friend to eat from it without having
to bend at all. Mistress actually complimented my work and said "Your platter
looks quite lovely, jade" Mistress Cassandra expressed agreement with my
Mistress.
"Thank you, Mistress," I replied quietly and demurely with my eyes looking only
downward. I was proud of my work but would not dare to express or display any
haughtiness.
With their napkins delicately folded in their laps, they began to take from the
platter and then resumed talking, and again, it was as if I was almost not even
there. They nibbled on the cheese and fruit as I held my arms straight out with
the platter resting on my hands. I kept my eyes lowered, but carefully monitored
each glass of wine. After two sips were drunk from a glass, I immediately was to
place the platter down on the table and remove the wine from its cooler. I used
the linen napkin that lay on the wine cask to wipe the bottom of the bottle from
any residue wetness from the ice, and then again folded it in quarters to hold
under the lip as I poured. This all was not easy to do accurately and it
required effort to time perfectly, and I had to focus intently on filling the
glasses at the proper time. I was thankful there was only Mistress and Her guest
for when there were three or four people, this was far more difficult. I had to
pour the wine specifically after two sips, no more or less and had to be careful
not to spill a drop of wine each time. After I poured the wine, I replaced it in
the cask and held out the platter again with straight arms.
It was probably exhausting to watch, but even more arduous to do. I was actually
grateful for the opportunity to put down the platter as it grew increasingly
heavy in my arms and caused my arms to ache slightly. Mistress and Ms. Cassandra
continued to eat and talk and drink without acknowledging that I was there,
except I could feel Mistress's gaze upon me every so often. I guess She was
inspecting that I was maintaining the levels of wine in each glass properly, or
perhaps She was just looking at me because I was there; I really did not know.
When about one quarter of the bottle of wine remained, both Mistresses seemed to
stop eating and drinking. I still remained with my arms stretched out holding
the platter which was becoming extremely heavy. I was hoping someone would take
another sip of wine so that I had a reason to put it down, but that did not
happen. I tried shifting my hands a little underneath the platter so that my
arms could bend slightly at a different angle, but that only helped for a couple
of minutes and then my arms ached again. I kept my head lowered and know I had a
pained expression on my face, but no one paid any heed. I lifted my ass off of
my legs and knelt upright to help alleviate some of the growing pressure on my
knees. This too only helped for a few moments.
I listened to Mistress's chatter with Her friend... they seemed to be able to
talk forever, nonstop as only two female friends can. And, then, I made a fatal
error. Mistress Cassandra made a funny remark and I foolishly let out a small,
but audible snicker. I don't know why I did it, it just happened, but I let the
giggle slip from my lips. My Mistress laughed as well, but ceased suddenly.
Before I knew what had happened, I heard my Mistress say coldly to Ms.
Cassandra, " I did not know we were here to entertain my slave," Mistress
Cassandra did not answer the rhetorical question, but I felt both sets of eyes
burning through me.
I instantly wiped the smile off of my face and kept my head downward knowing I
had slipped. The silence was like walls closing in on me and I hoped they would
just go on with their conversation again. But, of course, that did not happen.
Mistress told me to put the platter down and I carefully laid it on the black
linen napkin, somehow hoping my carefulness with it would balance out my
blunder. With my head bowed and my eyes lowered, I could see Mistress get up and
come over to me. With one swift motion, She slapped me intently across the left
side of my face. The blow stung for a moment, but shocked me into a harsh fear
more than anything else . As I absorbed the fading sting that her blow left on
my cheek, I saw Mistress walk across the room even though my head was still
lowered. She returned with some rope and from behind, she quickly bound my hands
behind my back. I saw Her walk away and return with a blindfold out of the
corner of my eyes, which she steadfastly placed over my eyes. I wish I had kept
my mouth shut was all I had thought about. Moments later, I felt a ball gag fill
my mouth hastily. Mistress pushed me over so that I fell on my side and I had no
way to balance myself with my hands bound behind my back. I toppled over easily
and I then felt my legs being bound and before I knew it, I was hog-tied and I
was harshly pushed over like a piece of meat so that I was laying on my stomach.
My arms and legs were bound together uncomfortably behind me. "Spread your legs,
" Mistress sharply ordered me. Event though, my legs were already spread
somewhat due to my position, I jumped and spread my knees as far as I could in
out and out fear. I felt something inserted into my pussy and then felt that
object vibrate and gyrate inside me as I felt Mistress's cold hands fiddle
around my pussy lips. The vibrations were weak and the turnings were slow inside
me, but I was acutely aware of the pulses inside my sex. I knew this dildo and
ascertained that Mistress left the buttons on low because if they were turned up
high, I'd be convulsing in orgasm. Instead, I was merely just aware of the
object working inside me.
"There, now that is entertaining, " Mistress followed this with a laugh. "If I
were you, I'd be sure that doesn't fall out now." Even though I couldn't see
Her, Mistress obviously directed this towards me.
So, here I lay in complete pained discomfort, the ropes cutting into my wrists
and ankles and the vibrations inside me were enough to make me think about
cumming, but in no way reach that possibility. I did feel myself grow somewhat
wet and brought my legs in as much as I could. They were still spread to some
degree, however, and my mind raced with dread in the thought of that dildo
slipping from my wet pussy. I kept squeezing my muscles inside me almost like
kegel exercises to hold it in and this seemed to work. I focused on finding a
center and withstanding my discomfort. My brain was all over the place lost in
thought, but I could not free myself from the dull throbbing within. I moaned
and I grunted, but no one paid any attention as Mistress and Her friend
continued talking. I could hear their words, but much of the time my mind was in
its own world and I didn't absorb the meaning of what they were saying. It
sounded almost like a bunch of people talking off in a far distance- I could
hear some words, but not make out any content. I concentrated intently on
holding the phallus inside me as my wetness made it harder to do. Without
warning, I felt the dildo shoved hard inside me and I guessed Mistress to be
pushing that dildo as it was thrust hard and forcibly deep inside. I let out
pained moans and I began to feel my body overcome with arousal as she
ferociously fucked me . "Do you find this funny, jade?" Mistress asked me,
putting an emphasis on the word, "this". I shook my head emphatically and moaned
"no" just the same. Just as suddenly as the fucking started, it abruptly stopped
and Mistress went back to ignoring my presence. I felt my juices dripping from
my pussy after Mistress walked away and it made me even more conscious of the
movements of that dildo inside me. It was enough to torment me, but not nearly
enough to relieve me with any pleasure at all. It was all just enough to drive
me crazy.
I must have been left like this for a long period of time, at least the ache in
my wrists and ankles made it seem to be that way. Finally, I felt the phallic
object pulled out from me; it slid extremely easily from the dripping fluid my
pussy emitted. The blindfold was removed as well and I heard Mistress's
footsteps walk away from me. I turned my head and saw Her sit back down with Ms.
Cassandra.
"I have to get going, " Mistress Cassandra informed my Mistress. "I have an
appointment at 7."
"Ok. Well, I am really, really glad you stopped by, " Mistress informed her
friend. "Oh, I almost forgot... So, it is a deal??" Mistress asked Her friend. I
had no idea what deal She was speaking of, but apparently Ms. Cassandra did.
"Sure, why not?" Cassandra answered. "My boots are in the shopping bag by the
door." I watched the two converse while I struggled to find some relief from the
biting of the rope that bound my legs and arms together. "I don't really wear
them much anyway lately, so you can have them," Ms. Cassandra informed my
Mistress matter-of-factly.
Mistress looked over at me, it seemed that She was making sure that I knew She
was intently looking straight at me. "So, what time should she be there
tomorrow?" I was a tad confused as I strained to make out what they were talking
about.
"Oh, how about 9 a.m.? She's off from work tomorrow, right?" Ms. Cassandra asked
my Mistress.
"Oh, yes, she's off tomorrow and Sunday and is all yours for the whole weekend,"
my Mistress said purposely loud enough for me to clearly hear. Mistress laughed
and then added, "Just bring her back in one piece."
"Of course," Ms. Cassandra assured Her. "Don't worry; I'll take good care of
her."
My Mistress replied, "Not too good, I hope!" And they both laughed.
So, I had been traded for a pair of boots? I wondered in my head. That's crazy.
Impossible. My Mistress was actually trading me for a pair of used boots. They
weren't even new boots.
Mistress Cassandra said her goodbyes and then left. Mistress sat on the couch
and picked up Her glass of wine and took a sip. "So, tomorrow, you will be at
Ms. Cassandra's at 9 am. Of course, you will be on time. I'll email you the
address later tonight. Bring what you need because you will be staying with Her
until Sunday night, unless of course she tires from you before that," Mistress
instructed me and then took another small sip of wine. "Her word is as good as
mine to you. Understand?" Mistress asked me.
I dutifully shook my head in the affirmative. I wanted to ask a dozen questions,
but I knew there was nothing for me to do but obey whatever Mistress desired of
me. Mistress continued to slowly sip the white wine and left an eerie, but oddly
comfortable silence to fill the space between us as I remained bound and gagged.
When She finished the last sip in Her glass, She walked over to me and released
me from my gag and untied me from the ropes. As she did this, she only
instructed me to clean up everything and to make sure the kitchen was immaculate
before I left. Mistress said She was tired and was going to take a nap and as I
stood up and rubbed my throbbing wrists, she placed a kiss on my cheek. She held
my chin in her hand and in a tone equally conveying both authority and love, She
added, "Don't worry. You will see me soon. Be good at Cassandra's." And, that
was all She said to me as left me alone in the room.
