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Re: Continuing Series of Bllackmailing & Reluctancy Short Stories

I arrived at Mistress Toni's at 5 as instructed. Slut met me at the door and directed me to Mistress Toni's bedroom where I was to remove my clothes and put on a collar and cuffs laid out for me on the bed. I heard Jolene's voice in my ear.

"I'm with you, Brenda. I'll give you a little heads up once in awhile to let you know I'm still listening in, okay. Say 'I like the colour of these', if you hear me."



"These are a nice colour, Slut. Oliver has me wear black all the time." That was fairly safe. It's what I was wearing to the Club. These were silver, metallic.

I put them on and Slut fastened them together with padlocks.

"What will be doing tonight, Slut?"

"We will be serving food and drink to the others tonight. We are the only slaves here. They will be allowed to touch us and make use of us. We will pleasure them as they require. They may pleasure us. The choice is theirs as we are lowly slaves. Mistress says that you are Whore again tonight. That is how they will address you."

"Where's Mistress Toni?"







"She's in the kitchen, putting finishing touches on the food. We'll be helping her until the guests arrive at 6:30."

"Thank you, Slut."

"You're welcome, Whore."

Naked, we went into the kitchen. Mistress was putting icing on cupcakes. Slut knelt when she reached the kitchen, legs spread, shoulders back, breasts thrust out, her hands resting one her thighs. Seeing her, I dropped to my knees as well, copying Slut.

"I see Oliver still hasn't had time to teach you the proper etiquette of bondage, Whore."

"No, Mistress. He only sees me on weekends, primarily, and bondage is not a normal part of my training. Going to the Club was my first experience with bondage and discipline, save he whipped me once."

"How can you be a proper sub, if he doesn't train you?" She asked.

"He has other uses for me, Mistress."

"Oliver is thinking with his cock again."

"Yes, Mistress. It's been my experience that he usually does."

"He may be lax in his training, but I expect certain things from you. If you fail to follow my rules, you will be chastised, with the whip or paddle. Do you understand me?"







"Perfectly, Mistress. I would appreciate knowing the rules."

"Slut has told you that you'll be serving my guests tonight?"

"She was clear on the matter, yes, Mistress."

"When you bring a tray of food or drinks into the room, you will kneel, much as you are now, and wait for someone to bid you rise. When they do, you will begin moving around the room, offering them what's on your tray. You are not to look at them, keep your head down, unless they lift your face. If they do, you may lift your head, but you should still keep your eyes lowered unless they ask you to look at them, at which point you can look in their eyes. They may touch you however they wish, from stroking your breasts, to sticking fingers up your cunt or ass. You will allow them whatever liberties they wish to take. Again, keep your head down unless they wish you to look at them. If they want you to lick their cunts, you will set your tray down on the nearest flat surface and do as they request, as long as they wish it. They may wish to taste you as well. This is permitted. Follow instructions. If you are clumsy, or inadequate in your pleasuring, I will allow them to punish you. They will not leave marks on you lasting past tomorrow. You will address everyone but Slut as Mistress. You will thank everyone who uses or punishes you. Do you have any questions about your responsibilities, Whore?"

"No, Mistress. You were very clear. Thank you, Mistress."

"Be a good girl now and show me what you still remember about the proper way to pleasure cunt. Slut, you may start slicing up the vegetables."



"Yes, Mistress," we said as one. Slut stood and started carving up vegetables. I crawled under the table and lifted Mistress's dress and began to pleasure her. I was aware Jolene must be listening to the sounds of me licking Toni's cunt, and I was ashamed once more that my humiliation was being witnessed, at least aurally, by another person. At least, it wasn't Jackson listening, which might have been ten times worse. Jolene had already witnessed much of my shame, though never live like this; always removed and frequently abbreviated. Mistress moaned in pleasure when she had her orgasm and flooded my face with her fluids.



"I'm still with you," Jolene's voice whispered in my ear. I wished she could have missed this, at least.

"Mmmm. You haven't lost too much of your skill in the intervening weeks, Whore. Good girl. Of course, you will practice more later."

"Thank you, Mistress. I attribute my abilities to your excellent instruction."

"I appreciate the flattery, Whore, but don't overdo it."

"No, Mistress."

"Go ahead and help Slut now. She knows what to do. We've had these gatherings before."

"Yes, Mistress."

I moved to wipe Mistress's cum from my face, but Toni stopped me. "Leave my cum on your face, Whore, so our guests will feel comfortable using you the same way."



"Of course, Mistress."

I helped Slut finish up the vegetables, putting it on trays with assorted dips. We cubed meats and cheeses and skewered them with decorative toothpicks. We arranged assorted crackers in neat displays. We poured glasses of red and white wine in crystal goblets and Perrier and San Pellegrino sparking water in Tervis tumblers, white or blue depending on the brand. Slut cautioned me about filling the glasses too high as I might spill when I was fondled, earning me a whipping.



"If they're still thirsty, they can have another glass later, Whore" she whispered conspiratorially.

"Good advice," I whispered back.

The guests started arriving at 6:30, although some were arriving as late as 7:00 or a little after. Slut greeted everyone at the door, kneeling, offering to take their wraps, or handbags. When all the guests arrived, I was introduced by Mistress Toni as Whore, a slave on loan from a good friend. Everyone was encouraged to use me just as they would her own slave, Slut. I was assigned beverages to start. I knelt in the living room where people were starting to mix until someone called me to my feet and I began offering. Mostly, the wine drinkers had white, the water drinkers had San Pellegrino, but some of every kind were taken. As Slut warned me, I was often fondled as I moved about the room. Quite a few of the women stroked and caressed my breasts, a few pinched my nipples. One elderly woman sucked on both my nipples for several seconds.

"I used to have succulent breasts like these," she said. "So perfectly divine."

"Thank you, Mistress," I murmured politely, keeping my head down.

After the first round of beverages, we started mixing in food with the drinks. Also, as the evening wore on, hands and fingers weren't content with only my breasts. They began sliding between my legs, running between my slick pubic lips and caressing my clit. Several women thrust one or two fingers up my cunt and fucked me with them, making me lick their fingers when they finished. I stood with legs parted enough they could stroke me to hearts content. Mistress hadn't said anything about climaxing and what the protocol was. Did I just cum, or should I ask for permission. The amount of attention my breasts and cunt was receiving was making an orgasm inevitable. To be on the safe side, I decided to ask for permission from the woman who had her two middle fingers in my twat when the need arose.



"May I please cum, Mistress?" I asked, almost humping her hand, moaning loudly, knowing Jolene was still listening and embarrassed by my need.

"Aren't you the dear," she said. "You may cum if you then lick my cunt."



"Yes, Mistress," I said, sighing as I released, my cunt clutching her fingers in their wanton grip. When my orgasm was over, I asked, "Would you like to sit down and be more comfortable, or would you like me to lick you while you're standing?"

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