After my wife encouraged me to fulfil a long held fantasy, I had an absolutely fantastic time with a lovely lady who was keen to explore her dominant side. I now refer to this lady as Mistress Lizzie. Our meet as Domme and sub was the begin of a new journey for me and after our first meet I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.
I had been communicating off and on with Mistress Lizzie for a few weeks. Between work, family life and social commitments it gave us the chance to chat and figure out more about each others life. Needless to say, we discussed fantasies. Not all involved BDSM, there was loads of vanilla exchanges. Basically what we wondered about when masturbating. The fantasies were wide and varied. However, it was only through time did I realise this was a good way of Mistress Lizzie building up a clearer picture of my likes and dislikes. How smart. I had already completed a BDSM checklist but this obviously helped her shape our future meets.
We finally agreed on a date to meet only this time it was a few days later on the Saturday evening. My instructions (via email) were….
‘Slave. You are to arrive at 7pm sharp to be ready for a 7.30pm begin. Bring a black bow tie, and tight white boxers. In fact you may want to squeeze into a smaller size than usual! Same rules as before – everything shaved’
Eh? I wondered. What on earth was this about. A bow tie and boxers. I was intrigued.
Saturday could not come quick enough and even though I was leaving my wife home alone she was very keen for me to have another new experience. Once again she helped me prepare by ensuring my cock, balls and arse were immaculately clean and bald.
I arrived at 7pm sharp and similar to our first meet I entered and shouted “Mistress Lizzie, your slave has arrived.”
The words hadn’t even finished when she was upon me and standing in front of me.
“Strip naked,” she barked. “And quickly.”
I did as I was told, dropping my bag with bowtie and boxers to pull my clothes off as quickly as I could. As soon as my clothes were in a heap beside me Mistress scooped them up and took them away. I watched her put them into a cupboard which she locked then disappeared into another room where she obviously left or hid the key.
While she was doing this, like before, I clasped both hands behind my head and waited. It was only now that I had the time did I see how stunning Mistress Lizzie looked as she walked back towards me. She was dressed for a party. Hair done and enough make up to give her a new glow. Wow.
“Good boy,” she purred. You remembered where to put your hands.
Standing in front of me she kicked both my feet saying “open wide.”
I opened my legs wide. Mistress cupped my balls and basically had a good feel all around them. I watched her inspect my baldness by lifting and moving my cock from side to side. “Good,” she said, “turn around and touch your toes.”
I spun round quickly and bent over. A few fingers inspected my arse by running them from my balls to my arse and all around that area.
“Smooth as a baby, good lad. Turn around again and face me.”
As I turned back round I immediately clasped my hands behind my head. Due to the touching, my cock had stirred and was beginning an upward trajectory.
“Is the little cock boy excited?” she asked.
This make me laugh nervously answering, “yes Mistress, you have a nice touch.”
“Don’t think you’ll be saying that in a minute.” With that opinion she produced a stainless steel cock ring that she slid over my semi erect cock. That part was ok but then she began pulling my pulls through the hole to join my cock. I’d love to say she was firm but gentle but she just needed the job done. After what I wondered was minutes of ball torture everything was finally in place. The cock ring was fairly tight but comfortable.
Mistress began running her long painted nails over my bald cock and balls. It had shrunk slightly with the manhandling but immediately sparked into life again. The more blood that flowed into it meant the harder it got meaning the cock ring started tightening its grip and holding my hardening cock.
Mistress stopped, admired her work and said “mmmm, that will look great for our guests.”
Guests I wondered. What bloody guests?
“Slave I need to go fetch something. While I am gone put on your boxers and bowtie.”
Emptying the bag I pulled on the garments. The boxers were obscene and with my semi, they certainly didn’t leave much to the imagination.
Mistress returned with a glass of water and said, “wow, now I am liking that, what a great view.”
I felt like a kid being complimented at college. I smiled and said “thank you Mistress.”
“Open your mouth slave.”
I opened wide wondering what was happening when Mistress produced a blue pill. She placed it in my mouth and, while helping me drink some water from the glass said, “a cheeky wee viagra for tonight.”
I took viagra from time to time when I wanted a good session so was no stranger to them but was all the time mindful of my cock being pumped full of blood and in a constant semi-hard state. In fact, it wouldn’t take much for it to reach its dizzy heights of erectness.
Ready to ask Mistress what was going on she said, “hands down, follow me.”
I followed her into the living room to discover a dinner table set up with 4 place settings.
“Tonight my little servant you will wait on me and my guests and serve us our meals and drinks until I decide it is time for you to leave or, until my guests leave. Is that clear?”
“Yes Mistress,” I said with a discreet gulp while wondering what guests would be arriving.
“It is 7.20 now slave. My guests will be here around 7.45. Each time there is a knock on the door you will open and greet them with ‘good evening your highness, welcome, can I take your coat and show you in?’ You got that?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Right, until then, I want you to go to the kitchen and familiarise yourself with the kitchen, drinks available and generally where everything is located. You will be serving 3 meals but don’t worry as I do not trust your cooking, everything is already prepared but you may need to heat some when you are instructed to serve that course. Ok?”
“Yes Mistress” I said smiling. This was fantastic. I presumed the 3 guests were women with the use of the words ‘your highness.’ I was in my element as serving females as a slave was a long held fantasy of mine.
“One other thing slave, make sure none of my guests has an empty glass. Between your kitchen duties and serving, this is one task you must carry out without fail. Understand?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good boy, now go. Have a look in the kitchen and if you have anything you need to know ask me before arrival of the guests. Any fuck ups from them on, and that includes topping up glasses will be noted with appropriate punishment to follow.”
I turned on my heels and wandered up the hallway towards the kitchen area. I wanted to turn round to see if Mistress was watching me but I daren’t. Look straight ahead I wondered.
As I reached the kitchen I saw that Mistress was correct, everything was already prepared with everything set out accordingly. There were several types of glasses with a list of available drinks. Wine (red or white, white in the fridge), Gin (with numerous mixers), Vodka (with mixers), and even beer or soft drinks if this was the guests’ tipple.
The food was separated, covered in clingfilm and labelled as course 1, course 2 and course 3. It was only course 1, a starter of soup that would involve extra work by heating the contents of a pot on the cooker and heating crusty rolls in the oven. I made sure I could switch on and operate the oven and hob. In fact I left the oven on to heat and this was one less worry. Just as I had turned the oven to 180 degrees there was knock at the door. In my panic to familiarise myself in the kitchen I had forgotten about the guests. I suddenly felt fear.
I took a deep breath and walked back down the long hallway towards the door. On opening it I was faced with a lady older than Mistress but slim and refined wearing a red cocktail style dress and long black coat on top. Elegant would be the best word to describe this lady. There was no attraction looks wise but she had a smiling face that made me warm to her immediately. Perhaps the smiling face was my attire as I suddenly remembered what I was wearing.
Nervously I said, “good evening your highness, welcome, can I take your coat and show you in?”
With that, guest 1 stepped into the hallway, removed her coat and handed it to me.
“This way please,” holding out my arm as a guide to the living room.
As I opened the door to the living room Mistress was sitting on the couch with some opera playing in the background. She jumped to her feet and hugging the guest said “hello Helen, how are you my friend?”
“I’m great now,” she answered, “you said you had some help tonight and there would be a surprise but I didn’t expect this.” Turning towards me standing in the doorway she looked me up and down saying “very pleasant on the eye.”
“He’s our waiter, servant, slave for the night Helen. He is here to please and will do anything, and I mean anything you want.”
“Well he can start by getting me a bloody drink.”
Feeling confident I asked, “what can I get you your highness?”
“I like you already,” she said with a enormous grin. “I’ll have a glass of white wine please.”
“No problem, your highness,” I said nodding.
“No need for ‘please’ Helen, he will do exactly as he is told without that,” said Mistress. “He is here to meet your wishes and demands.”
“This might take some time getting used to,” Helen said.
I turned on my heels and headed for the kitchen only stopping to hang our first guests jacket on a hook behind the front door. I heard loud laughter from the living room. Wine. Quickly i wondered.
Wine poured I returned to the living room. Helen was already sitting at the dinner table with Mistress so I placed the wine on the mat in front of her. Just as I noticed that Mistress’s glass was empty there was another knock at the door. “Mistress, I see your glass is empty, I will fill it after letting in your guest.”
“Wow,” said Helen, “using the title Mistress and he is obedient, I love it.”
“Hurry up cunt,” Mistress replied.
“Ooooo, cunt,” Helen said. “A pet name already.” Both women began laughing again.
On opening the door I was faced with two guests of similar height but completely different create and age. One, who I shall call guest 2 was a lot younger than me, probably by a good 10-15 years. She was wearing thick black tights and a short denim skirt with a pair of Ox blood Chelsea boots. On top was a loose black t-shirt and dark red blouson style jacket. Oh, and she was extremely pretty with long blond hair on one side and her head closely shaved on the other. Bohemian and cool I wondered. Guest 3 was of a similar age to me but was of a larger size. Never good with sizes I would guess a size 20-22 but she had a pretty face with tied back smoky hair. She was wearing an outfit of loose cotton style trousers and a top that covered her larger frame really well. She may have been on the larger side but she dressed well and looked very nice.
I greeted them both “good evening your highnesses, welcome, can I take your coat and show you in?”
They both looked at each other and giggled. Guest 2 said loudly, “she said she had a surprise for us but not this.” They both looked me up and down as they stepped in and handing me their jackets. Nerves had the better of me – the viagra waqsn’t working yet and that proud semi I had previously had disappeared.
“This way your highnesses.” I led them into the living room where Mistress Lizzie and Helen both jumped to their feet to welcome them.
“Hello Natalie,” Mistress said to the bohemian guest while I heard Helen greet guest 3 with “evening my sweet, you look fantastic.”
“Not as fantastic as him,” guest 3 said looking at and ogling me.
“Oooh, Lizzie will fill you in.”
“Christine,” said Mistress to guest 3, “how the devil are you? you are looking mighty fine tonight darling.”
I saw Natalie and Helen hug and chat to each other and as soon as there was a lull in their conversations I asked the new guests if I could fetch them a drink.
Mistress, as before, said “ladies, this is your waiter, servant, slave for the evening, he will be serving us drinks and dinner but is basically here to do anything you want.”
“What do we call him?” asked Natalie.
“Whatever you like,” replied Mistress.
Helen was quick to point that Lizzie had already referred to me as ‘cunt.’
Both Natalie and Christine laughed at this with the former saying, “perhaps later you can have a new name but for now servant, I will have a beer.”
Christine said “get me a gin and tonic cunt.” All three of them laughed.
Just as I lifted Mistress Lizzie’s glass she said “good boy, you remembered. My bottle of wine is in the fridge on the top shelf.” As I turned away with the coats to fetch drinks I heard Mistress say, “grab a seat ladies.”
After hanging up the two coats I moved to the kitchen quickly to fetch drinks. I found a tray then returned to the living room. After serving Mistress Lizzie, Natalie and Christine I checked on Helen’s glass only to see it empty.
Looking at Helen I asked her if I could fetch another white wine for her.
“Oh go on then servant,” she answered.
Everyone giggled and Mistress Lizzie said “she’s getting into the spirit.”
I rushed away, filled the glass and on my return Mistress said “for now slave boy, get down on your knees and adopt your position.” I immediately dropped to my knees and, to the astonishment of the guests placed my hands behind my head.
“He really does do what he’s told Lizzie,” said Christine.
“He has his moments and serves a purpose,” Mistress Lizzie replied.
The group began chatting again and it became evident that they were friends from the art group Mistress Lizzie attends each week. While they were engrossed with each other I was keeping my eye on the glasses to ensure none were empty too long. I was trying to time my moment when to ask. Natalie’s was already empty and everyone else was close to finishing. I wondered it would be good to ask when everyone needed a drink however, Mistress Lizzie had other ideas.
“Slave, why the fuck does Natalie have an empty glass?”
“Sorry Mistress, I was ready to ask everyone to get them all at the same time.” I said sheepishly.
“Crawl to Natalie,” Mistress ordered.
I immediately began crawling towards Natalie and as I reached her Mistress said, “kiss her feet.”
I started kissing her boots all over.
“Natalie, would you like a foot rub?”
“That would be fantastic Lizzie, will he do that?”
“He will do anything we tell him to do.”
“Mmmm,” said Natalie, “can I tell him then?”
“Go for it,” Mistress said laughing.
“Slave, I want you to remove my boots and massage my feet.”
I removed Natalie’s boots, placed them gently to one side and began massaging as gently as I could concentrating on the soles and toes.
Mistress stood up, lifted all the glasses and disappeared. On her return she handed them to her guests, looked at me and said, “I got them cunt, that’s a punishment in the bag for you.”
I felt it a tad unfair as I was seeing to Natalie’s feet but wasn’t in a position to answer or complain.
“A punishment?” asked Christine, “what will that involve?”
“Not sure,” replied Mistress Lizzie, “feel free to think of something.”
“Ok, I’ll have a think,” said Christine. “Girls, the first punishment is all mine.”
“Right slave,” said Mistress, “perhaps Highness Natalie will want you to do that again later but I want you to fetch the first course.”
Standing up I said, “yes Mistress,” and disappeared to the kitchen where I turned the heat on for the soup and put rolls in the oven. While waiting I was thinking of the situation I was in. I had no idea what might happen next but it was all intriguing and such a turn on.
I served the hot rolls first with a side of butter and, before returning to the kitchen, lifted their glasses for refilling. I poured the piping hot soup into bowls, served then returned to fill the glasses with more alcohol. When these were given to each highness I stood back and clasped my hands behind my head.
“Hands down slave,” said Mistress, “its fine to stand still and wait.”
After each was finished with the first course I collected the plates without asking, and returned them to the kitchen for cleaning later. I quickly returned to the living room where it was time for more drinks. I was laughing inside thinking this is more like a cafe than a sexual fantasy but it was still fantastic being at the behest of these 4 wonderful women. On serving the next round of drinks Mistress Lizzie told me to prepare and serve the main course. This didn’t take long and after serving 4 plates of salmon with a lovely looking bean salad (I have to say) I returned to the kitchen to replenish their glasses.
On my return, and serving each of the group with a topped up glass it was Natalie who said, “thanks cunt.” The group began laughing. Helen said “Natalie is getting into the spirit, what do you think cunt?” More laughter. “Stand in the corner while we eat and shut the fuck up cunt,” said Christine. They were all in on it and their language was becoming less tame. The alcohol was obviously having an impact.
I did as I was told and stood still in the corner simply looking ahead but keeping a watchful eye on their glasses. Luckily they finished the main course before their drinks but on my return trip from the kitchen they needed filling again. Back to the kitchen I went to give each glass a top-up.
“I think we will wait for dessert,” said Mistress. “Clear the table completely and move it into the corner while we grab a comfy seat.”
They grabbed their respective glasses and stood back to discover a more comfortable seat to relax.
I felt eyes watching my every move. I had been on the go the majority of the night but suddenly I was the centre of attention. Virtually the centre of attention as the ladies were sitting all around me. After moving the table and clearing a space I spotted more empty glasses. It was time for even more drinks. I had lost count of the amount they had all drunk but you could tell it was having an effect as they were laughing at silly jokes a lot more and I could hear a conversation about having a personal slave called ‘cunt.’ The amount of alcohol being consumed would put my mates and me to shame.
After serving them the latest round of drinks Christine asked if it was time to punish me. Mistress said, “go ahead, he is all yours, crawl to highness Christine slave.”
I dropped to my knees, crawled in Christine’s direction and adopted the submissive position with both hands clasped behind my head. “What will I do girls?”.
“Slap him,” laughed Helen.
Christine now had the chance to punish me but didn’t know what to do. She finally said, “get over my knee boy.” I positioned myself over her knee and almost immediately she began spanking me. It wasn’t sore but did sting a little. She stopped after ten and said, “that’s enough boy.”
Natalie said “Can I have a go Lizzie?”
Of course you can my dear. “Crawl to highness Natalie cunt.”
I made my way on hands and knees across the room and adopted the usual position in front of Natalie. She was looking directly into my eyes, it was funny as hers were slighly rolling with all the alcohol. I had been stealing the odd glass of vino for bravery but not to the extent of being pissed. Natalie smacked me hard across the face, “don’t look at me you filthy cunt,” she instructed, “look down at the ground.”
Wow. This was out of the blue. A sudden silence descended in the room as they watched Natalie call the shots. She reached out with a hand and rubbed it gently over my right nipple, she flicked it sightly to get it erect. Nipple play was something I enjoyed especially when wanking. My cock start to stir and move in my boxers but before I could move into the ecstasy zone Natalie grabbed a handful of nipple and skin and twisted it for dear life. It was fucking sore and made me wince.
