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Chapter Thirteen Christmas
Treasure woke rolled onto her side; she looked at a sleeping Phillip. Treasure leaned over to him and gently kissed him, “Merry Christmas,” Master, Treasure said softly. Phillip stirred, Treasure slipped under the covers. Phillip was startled, his eyes popped wide open, and he sat up, “Damn!” Phillip threw back the covers Treasure lay there giggling. She fluttered her eyelashes at him, and spit an ice cube from her mouth,
“Merry Christmas,” she said.
“Oh you little slut, come here.” Treasure jumped into his arms, and then kissed him
Phillip dragged her across his knee. He spanked her spelling Merry Christmas one spank for each letter, he said. ”Want to try for a Happy New Year?”
Treasure moaned. “Oh yes, you mean, mean, man.” Margarete pushed the door open, “good morning, Merry Christmas, oh my we having fun early. I thought the spankings would be after dinner, tonight at the party.”
Phillip said, “This is a pre-Christmas gift.” Y,” spank, “C,” spank, “H,” spank, “R,” Spank, spank, spank,
Treasure moaned, and said, “Many more Master.” Treasure lay across Phillip’s lap, he used her butt as his tray, and the saucer for his coffee cup rested nicely on her right cheek, Treasure was propped on her elbows drinking her coffee.
“Sir, may I get up, I have to pee.” Phillip spanked her butt one more time. Treasure accentuating her walk she stopped struck the pose of a movie star looking back over her shoulder she batted her eyes. “Ooooooh, Master would you like to shower with me, I washee – washee real good Master.” She turned and went into the bathroom; she peed and then she stepped in the shower.
Treasure had almost completed her shower when Phillip stepped in, “now my girl, you said something about a washee, washee.”
“Yes Master, me washee, washee you real good,” Treasure put her arms around Phillip’s neck, “I love you.”
“And I love you too,” Phillip said.
Phillip and Treasure rode the elevator down to the first floor, when the door opened they stepped into a beehive of activity. Margarete was the queen bee directing the decorating crew and the catering help. She looked at Phillip, she pointed to the small table in the corner, Phillip, and Treasure sat. Margarete brought them two plates with silver warmers covering them; she set them on the table and removed the covers. Phillip looked at the plate, and Treasure laughed loud,
“What’s this Margarete,” Phillip said.
“Sir, wid all I has to do, you lucky you gots dat PB&J,” she set two glasses of milk and a cup of coffee on the table. Margarete rushed out of the kitchen, “No! That does not go there.”
Phillip took a bite, “Mmmm, not bad, not bad at all,” he said. Treasure was eating hers with one hand and drinking milk with the other, Phillip smiled pointed to his lip, “my dear you have the cutest milk mustache I have ever seen on a woman.”
Treasure licked her lip, “these are my favorite sammich,” she said.
Phillip took a bite then a sip of his milk, “hey that is better,” he said
Treasure smiled and patted his leg.
“I’m going to my office; at least there I will have a little peace and quiet. I am sure Margarete can find you something to do,” he smiled.
“Ok Sir, if you need anything,” she said, and licked her lips, “call me ok.” Treasure searched for any package with her name on it, she found none, she had searched where she could search, and still she found nothing. She knew Phillip had not forgotten he had bought over 100 presents, plus the ones for Margarete. Treasure had gotten more for Margarete and Phillip; she had sent some to Thomas and Julian. Phillip had hidden her present that was it; he had hidden hers very well.
Margarete sat down, she looked around, everything was ready, the valets, the doormen, the waiters, the bus boys, the food, and the chef was still fussing with some of the food, the champagne chilled. Phillip and Treasure had gone up to dress, Margarete grabbed the waiter who had been flirting with her, “honey go get me a cold beer,” Margarete said while she was patting the waiter’s butt,
“Yes ma’am he said.”
Margarete drank her beer. “Now I go get dressed for dis party,”
“Yes ma’am I could help you get dressed, you know,”
“Honey after this party over, you be too tired and I am too tires now.”
The magic hour approached, Phillip walked around with Margarete the decorator, and the chef. Phillip pointed out several mistakes, the decorator had her people fix it right then. “Qui Bon, Tre Bon.” Phillip said.
Margarete called a meeting of all the people, she talked to the staff as if she was there best friend and she told them if they screwed up she would take them to the Bayou and feed what was left of them to the gators. The staff all nodded they knew she wasn’t kidding.
The valet called in, the first guests had arrived. The chef called places, Margarete said, “Let’s get to it. Remember nobody moves, until they are in the door and their coats are checked and they are greeted, keep a close watch your stations.”
Phillip and Treasure took their places the doorman let them in the coat check took their coats. She gave Lloyd a number.
“Hello Lloyd, Merry Christmas, May I present my Treasure, Treasure this is Lloyd Davis and Karen Lloyd, Karen this is my Treasure,”
“My pleasure Treasure I am so very happy to finally meet you, Karen nodded to Treasure and leaned forward for a kiss on the cheek, my pleasure as well Treasure. Lloyd arrived at 7:20, twenty minutes late; the last guest arrived at 9:10. Treasure was tired, she was kissed, she shook hands with more than 120 couples, and one of the last to arrive was Dr. Paul Gaskins and Dorothy. Dr. Paul wasn’t in a tuxedo or even a suit, he had left the hospital operating room only 30 minutes ago, he picked up Dorothy who was dressed to the nines, and she was beautiful. Treasure looked at all the women within her view, they were twenty something to forty something all were very pretty or just beautiful. Treasure noticed that many of the women wore a gold or silver choker necklace with a hollow diamond shape in the center of the chocker. Treasure looked at Dorothy’s choker, the round bars that made up the diamond shape, also made a cross in the center of the diamond the letters inside the cross on the upper left side was a “P” and the lower right letter was a “G.” Treasure knew for sure the collared slaves wore the chokers; they were like her owned. Treasure felt her neck, she had no choker, no collar, but she was owned, she had signed the contract, she had devoted herself to Phillip.
Treasure saw Margarete come into the hall, “Oh my God,” Treasure said. Margarete was beautiful, a long azure blue silk dress, her hair, her makeup was flawless, she wore a choker necklace on her neck. When Margarete got close enough to Treasure, she read the initials they were J.D. She also had a large glittering solitaire diamond in the center. Treasure hugged her, you are beautiful, she wore no bra, no panties, Margarete, was a, sensuously succulent walking, talking, and embodiment of sex appeal.
Phillip kissed Margarete, “the house is beautiful, and everything is beautiful, you have out done yourself.” He said.
“Mister Phillip, I can remember your daddy, and his Christmas parties, I only try to keep up the tradition.” She said.
“My daddy wold proud, he was always proud of you.” Phillip kissed her again.
“Shall we, Phillip offered, his arms to Margarete and Treasure, Together they walked into the midst of the guests. Food and champagne abounded. People stood in clusters, then went from cluster-to-cluster and talked. Treasure noticed several guests had gone off in the direction of the playroom. The hallway to the playroom was barricaded; it was off limits to the staff.
“Master,” she said, “may I be excused please, I need to pee.”
“Yes Treasure,” he said and patted her arm.
“Margarete, I guess it is you and me, shall we,
“Yes Sir, we shall.”
Treasure went to the powder room, then the playroom. She entered and stood beside the door. There were a dozen or so people in the playroom. She saw several different couples playing, one was dropping hot candle wax all over his girls wiggling body, and another was just beginning to pierce his girl’s breasts with needles of all different gauges and lengths. Treasure shivered, she loved the needle play, the last couple playing he was treating her to fire play.
Treasure liked everything, she saw except fire play, even though she knew it was safe, it was not her favorite play. Treasure, shivered to see the flame dancing to life, and then just as quickly snuffed out by her Master’s hand. Treasure could not get used to seeing Master Phillip rub brandy and alcohol on her beautiful breast then light it. Treasure would watch the clear blue flame leap to life, feel her breast turn ice cold before it began to warm, Master Phillip would rub his hand over her breast smothering the crystal blue flame, the aroma of burned brandy with the slightness aroma of singed hair, “Oh the thought,” Treasure was becoming aroused. She left the room to find Phillip.
Phillip was chatting with Paul and Lloyd, Margarete was off directing the troops after making her presence felt,
“Master, I am back.”
“ Hello Treasure,” Paul, and Lloyd said,
“hello.”
“ It is about mid-night, I have to take my place, come Treasure,”
“yes Master.”
Phillip took his place on the bandstand. He raised his hand. The chamber musicians stopped playing. “May I have your attention please?” The guest began to crowd the stage. Margarete walked forward with Dorothy, Dorothy placed a kneeling pillow on the floor. Margarete held a golden tray. “I would like to introduce you to my slave Treasure.” Treasure looked at him, then at the crowd.” Treasure kneel, “yes Master.” I formally collar you as Treasure slave to the house of Dubois. “Phillip placed the collar on her neck and locked it. The crowd clapped and whistled, the other women wearing collars picked her up and scurried her away, they all kissed her, hugged her, welcomed her into the Society. Treasure looked in the mirror, her collar gold and silver chocker necklace, the diamond was cross shape, his initials P and D there was no stone, or even a place for a stone.
Margarete came in the room. The other women moved out of her way and bowed slightly, she hugged Treasure and kissed her. Margarete turned, stood beside Treasure. “Ladies, I want to introduce my Mistress.” Treasure looked around; she couldn’t believe, who was Margarete’s mistress. “Ladies I present to you, Mistress Treasure.” Margarete said.
Treasure was dumbfounded, all the ladies hugged her again, they congratulated her again; a few older ladies hugged Margarete and said, this was a very special and rare event. When the excitement had calmed, Treasure took Margarete by the arm; “what is going on? I am no mistress Margarete, Tell me.”
“ It is a long story Missy Treasure, a very long story. I will tell you later when the guest thin out some,”
“Ok,” Treasure said, “and Margarete, your collar the gem-stone?”
“I will tell you about that too, now go mingle, show off.”
Treasure smiled, she joined the other ladies. The other ladies now seemed to treat Treasure with more respect and formality. The respect she liked the formality she didn’t like. Treasure made her way back to Phillip, “Master I have a problem,” she said.
“What is it Treasure, What problem could you have?”
She whispered, “Margarete, said I was her mistress to those other women.”
“She did.” Phillip said.
“Yes Sir,” “well, she can do it. I think it’s great, she has a lot of faith and trust in you only knowing you these last six months.”
“But Master, I don’t’ know what to do.”
“Trust me Treasure, you’re doing fine. We will talk when the crowd thins some.
“Oooh,” Treasure said, as she tapped her foot.
“Come now Treasure, don’t dally, we have guest to entertain.”
“Yes Sir.”
Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas, Santa said, Wow! Santa Claus is here. Santa all dressed in his red suit trimmed with white fur. His wide leather belt girded his rotund waist and knee high black leather boots. On his head, he wore his cap. Behind him was his elf in her green jacket and short pants her long green socks in her red shoes with the toes rolled up into a point, a little bell hung off each toe. Her little three cornered elf hat sat on her golden curls.
“Come on slave, we have presents for these folks.” “Yes Master Sadist T Claus,” his elf said. Sadist Clause went to the bench and sat. His slave elf dragged his bag full of gifts across the floor to him. When she was close enough, Sadist T Claus grabbed her, pulled her over his knee, and spanked her. “Oh!” He said, “first things first.” He let his elf slip from his knee to the floor she got off the floor rubbing her butt. “I liked him better when he was just a jolly old fat man,” his elf said. The elf pulled a gift from his bag and handed it to Sadist Clause, “oh this is for Dorothy,” Sadist Clause said. “Come here little girl; see what Sadist Clause has for you, everyone laughed. Sadist Clause pulled Dorothy onto his lap, he promptly fondled her, then handed her the gift. “Ho, Ho, Ho,” he said. “Now go ho” he spanked her butt when she left.
“Now” he said, “who’s next.” “Slave elf, which one of our ladies is next,” she reached in the bag pulled out a package and handed it to Sadist Clause. “Where is that girl Treasure,”
Treasure said, “Oh no. I can’t,”
“Oh you will my dear,” Phillip said, he gave Treasure a push; the elf came to get Treasure. Treasure saw the elf close up, “Julian,” she said. “Is that Thomas,” Julian nodded. Treasure pulled up her dress to her knees and ran to Sadist Clause, she jumped into his lap and hugged him, she whispered, “I have missed you and Julian so much,”
Sadist Clause began to fondle and caress her, he handed her the gift and when she rose, she presented her butt for a few extra spanks. She hugged Julian and kissed her, then ran to Master Phillip, “Oh Master I love you so.”
Treasure un-wrapped her gift, it was an empty box, disappointedly she looked at Phillip, and he said “the box isn’t empty Treasure, look again,” in the bottom lay a piece of paper, on the paper a note. “Merry Christmas, love Thomas and Julian,” the other side, read look outside, sitting outside the window was a silver car, with a big red ribbon and bow on it .
“What is it?” she said.
“Honey it looks like a BMW M6,” Phillip said.
“OH! Goody, goody.” Treasure and Phillip walked outside to look at it, it was a convertible, “wow” Treasure said. “It’s just like the one Dr. Paul has.
“ Almost,” Phillip said, “His is a hard top. Treasure turned to Phillip hugged him. She said, “I don’t need a car Master, I’m either with you or Margarete, besides, I don’t have a license to drive, I never learned to drive.
“ Well don’t tell Thomas or Julian that you can’t drive.”
“I will figure it out, Ok, Master,” Treasure said.
The majority of the guests were gone by two in the morning; the caterer had packed up about all his wares and would be back to finish the rest in the morning. He had cleaned up as much as they could while the guests were still moving around. The chamber musicians had left around one, the people who remained about twenty of them were in the den. Phillip and Treasure went in. Phillip made the rounds shaking hands with all the men, the women who were kneeling bowed and the ones seated also bowed. Margarete seated in an out of the way corner bowed when Phillip and Treasure stood before her, and then she kissed Treasure’s hand. Margarete said one and only one word to Treasure, and said that one word loud enough for all to hear. The word was Mistress! Treasure was about to say something when Phillip squeezed her arm. “Shhh,” he said. “Either say nothing, or command her, or thank her, nothing else.” Treasure said loudly for all to hear, “Thank you Margarete!” Treasure finished making the rounds with Phillip.
He sat in an armchair. Treasure walked behind him to his right side, and then kneeled. Margarete got up, walked behind Treasure, and kneeled on her left side. Phillip asked Treasure to find him a drink. “Yes Master,” she said, she began to rise when she felt a hand on her shoulder, I will get it Missy. Treasure knew from her tone of voice to agree with her. Margarete rose, she took three steps backwards, went to the bar, poured his scotch. She set it on a tray then returned. She knelt beside Treasure, handed her the tray then rose and moved back to her position, Treasure served Master Phillip, “Thank you Treasure, he said.”
“Thank you Margarete,” Treasure said,
”You welcome Missy Treasure.”
It was then that all the collared women rose to fix drinks for their Masters. Treasure, you, and yours pass around the cigars, “yes Master.”
Margarete rose, then Treasure rose, they went to the side board, Margarete put the humidor on the tray, she whispered, you hold the cutter and the matches and the striker, you open the box, I will present it, after he chooses, hand him the cutter.” Treasure interrupted. “I used to light Thomas’ cigars. “ Ok” Missy, we offer the cigars to Master first, he will wave us off, but take his favorite cigar out, now put it behind the humidor, when we go to him last put it back in the box.
Margarete and Treasure went to each Master; a few let their slaves have a cigar. Finally coming back around to Phillip, Treasure put the cigar she saved in the box, they were about to Phillip when Thomas and Julian walked up to them, Margarete opened the box, Thomas took Phillip’s favorite cigar, she handed him the clipper, then the matches, he lit the cigar, Oh this is a fabulous cigar. Treasure looked into the box there were four cigars left. They finally got back to Phillip. Treasure opened the box, Phillip took a cigar holder from his pocket and pulled his favorite cigar out, he looked at Treasure, “he said, I learned the first time to put a few away cause this happens every Christmas, New Years and at Mardi Gras, I saw you try and hide one for me, it almost worked, you’re Good girls.” Treasure lit his cigar, "Thank you.” Treasure, put the cutter on the tray. Margarete set the tray on the sideboard. Treasure took her place beside Master and Margarete took her place.
Phillip stood, “gentlemen a toast to a good year, and a better one next year and as tradition, a toast to our ladies, if it were not for them, we would all be miserable bastards. To our ladies,” “Here, here,” the group said. Then each took his ladies hand, she stood beside him each one said, “Thank you lady, and thank you.” The Master’s all of them, without exception, kneeled on one knee and kissed their ladies hand. Then they rose. Phillip kissed Treasure’s and Treasure then kissed Margaret’s hand. Margarete said, ladies let us adjourn to the den, the ladies all stood, Margarete said go, they won’t go before you Missy Treasure, Treasure led the procession to the den. Once there, Margarete said, “with your permission Missy Treasure,
”yes, yes of course Margarete.
“The bar is open; there are robes if any of you are tired of being trussed up. Several, immediately began to peel their clothes off their bodies. Treasure saw a varied assortment of body slimming body suits. Margarete nudged Treasure, whispered strip girl, put on a robe. Treasure felt Margarete pulling down her zipper, she slipped the dress off, threw it on the sofa, walked nude to the rack, picked out a robe. Margarete was right behind her. Soon all the body suits hose garters, bra’s, panties, thongs were piled on a chair. The ladies drank some, smoked cigars. Treasure said in a whisper, Margarete can we all fit in the hot tub. Margarete nodded, it will be tight, but yes, we will all fit. Treasure said as she stood, ladies follow me. The hot tub waits. Margarete, make sure there are no stragglers,” “yes missy,” she said, then walked out the door into the hall past the study, the Master took notice and followed, the ladies paraded single file through the kitchen out the door across the porch, one by one they dropped their robes on the bench and stepped into the tub. The Masters watched; one said, “We ought to…” Phillip cut him off and said, “Yes we ought to go back to the study, to do anything else would break the tradition and I will not break it or want to be the one that does. Paul how long did Dorothy burn your dinner after you did something stupid. I am going to the study”; the rest followed,
Thomas said, “I hate warm beer, burned dinners, and dirty pussy,”
“Here! Here!” they said.
The ladies all got in the tub; they sat hip to hip arm to arm. It was Dorothy, who started it, when she kissed Pat and told her to pass it on. What is that old adage? One thing leads to another, well it did. There was an orgy in the tub, Treasure felt more than one pair of hands on her, she sat back, spread her legs a little more and enjoyed, she said, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
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