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Part I is HERE (part I)
Part II is HERE (part II)
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.
< Message edited by boundfem -- 4/17/2005 5:43:11 PM >
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