The rules were simple and concise, written in my Master’s flowing hand. Invitations bearing the rules were given out to several of the more interesting players we knew. The invite read as follows:
You are cordially invited to dinner at my abode this Saturday night. Refreshments will begin at 5:00. Dinner begins promptly at 6:00. Anyone late for dinner forfeits the game. Bring your best behaved sub. As dinner progresses you will bring your sub to give their signale. The last pair remaining wins a forfeit from each other pair present. The rules of engagement are thus;
- This is a game of cunning not of force. A single small slapper will be given to each Dom with the appetizer. Slappers are to be used for reprimand. Excessive force used will be deemed a forfeit.
- Try your best to draw from your sub’s lips their signale. A lack of significant effort is unacceptable but I doubt I need to tell you this.
- You may bring restraints from your personal stock but none that lead to sensory deprivation.
- Toys are allowed as long as the sound is kept to a minimum. Pleasant dinner conversation is difficult to hold over incessant buzzing.
- You may dress your sub in the manner that most pleases you.
Let us see who knows their sub the best and whose sub has been best trained to withstand their tender ministrations. RSVP by no later than Thursday 6:00pm.
It was nearing the appointed time for refreshments and I was lounging on a chaise in the foyer, nervous but excited. Master had laid out simple clothing of a loose, pale peach chiffon, a dress that reached barely past my knees Soft ballet slippers adorned my feet. Matching soft leather restraints adorned ankles, wrists and my neck. My hair was done up in a simple braided bun. Everything this evening was soft, every movement sent whispers of the thin fabric against my skin. Simple subtle reminders such as an O-ring shifting on the soft leather at my wrists emphasized to me that I was owned.
Master had warned me that tonight he would push me. Tonight he would embarrass me and draw from me sounds that should never be heard during a formal dinner. He promised to draw my signale from my lips before dessert arrived, that I would be his dessert tonight. He also whispered a gentle warning that if I failed him, if I was not the last to signale, that he would be disappointed in me, that I would regret it. I wanted so much to please my Master but dinner was not for an hour yet and I was already very wet.
As the first guests arrived Master came to me and kissed me gently. Remember not to disappoint me kitten and remember that I love you. His whispered words burned in my ears. I wanted desperately to please him, the thought driving my arousal higher.
Three other pairs had called ahead and by 5:30 everyone had arrived, no one wishing to forfeit from being late. The first pair to arrive was an older woman in a tailored suit being followed by a young woman dressed simply jeans and a thin t-shirt with no evidence of a bra beneath it. The sub’s eyes were firmly on the floor until she was given leave to sit beside her Mistress on a love seat. We all knew the game was not to begin until dinner, until then we sub’s were allowed respite and a chance to collect ourselves on the couches.
The last two pairs arrived together already deep in discourse. A younger man and a middle aged woman that were both dressed in formal attire came first, arguing the finer points of leather versus vegan whips. A petite woman in a light green dress and a very robust young man in a tux followed the arguing pair. I wondered which sub belonged to which Dom when Master arrived to begin the introductions.
As it happened the arguing pair were married, but due to their interests aligning a little too well they had agreed to keep full time slaves to fill that void. They agreed that it was wonderful for their marriage and were looking forward to see which had trained their preferred sub better. Master had made a wonderful call inviting the pair— they were highly competitive and would prove to be a challenge.
The older woman’s name was Ms. Desormeaux, she was a regular here at Master’s house. She was a well known switch that tonight had chosen to demonstrate her ability to properly train a sub. Speaking of which, her sub was still looking down. A layer of perspiration was slowly seeping through her thin top, further accentuating her naked breasts. She was so young, so embarrassed and dinner had yet to begin. I silently pegged her as the first to go.
—-To be continued sweeties, I have homework to attend to. <3