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SERVING

It was hard to keep
my nervousness at bay with Damien's words echoing in my mind, “This
party is as much about showing you off as it is about socializing.”
Every move I made would be a reflection of his training skills as a
Dominant. I knew it was important for me to be perfect.

Not only did I want
to do well for Damien's sake, but I wanted to show the blonde woman
that Damien and I were in sync. He belonged to me now. Our
relationship was seamless, and he had no need for her in his life. I
wasn't sure how she had been as a submissive, but I wanted to be
better, or at least fake that I was.

When I wasn't busy
cleaning the house or doing homework, I would practice my submissive
positions, go over my vocabulary words, and try to anticipate the
things that would be expected of me at the party. The rules of social
interaction played over in my head like a broken record. Damien is
the most important person in the room. Serve Damien first. Don't
speak without permission. Treat everyone with respect. Ask before
entering the room. Always call Damien Sir. Use proper titles for the
other Doms and Dommes.

For all of my
practicing though, by the time I got to Damien's doorstep that
afternoon, I was no less nervous. Part of me thought I wasn't ready
for this, but it was too late to turn back now. This afternoon would
be a true test of everything I had learned about being a submissive.
I was certain that if I screwed it up, my punishment would be severe.

Damien opened the
door looking no different than normal. As silly as it was, I was
beginning to wonder if I'd ever see him in leather. He had changed my
perspective about the BDSM lifestyle on a lot of fronts. What I had
imagined in my mind was far from the reality of things.

“
Are
you nervous?” he asked as he led me into the classroom.

“
A
bit, Sir,” I admitted, taking a seat on the bed.

“
Don't
be. I'm sure you'll do fine.”

“
You
really think so?”

“
I
wouldn't have planned this if I didn't think so.”

“
What
if I screw up though?” I cringed at the thought.

“
You
won't.”

“
How
do you know?”

“
Because
we're going to do a lot of practicing. By the time everyone gets
here, your actions and reactions should come natural.”

His words did help
to ease my nerves a little.

“
So,
what do we do first?” I asked.

“
First,
I want you to take off all of your clothing except for your underwear
and your . . .” He looked down at my black ballerina flats.
“Those won't do. Let me see your underwear.”

I blushed at his
request, though I wasn't sure why. It wasn't like Damien hadn't seen
me in my panties dozens of times already. Obediently, I pulled down
my skirt, revealing the black lace panties beneath. They were a mix
of practical and sexy, with a solid front but a see-through backside
accented with a cute little bow.

Damien nodded
approvingly. “Finish getting undressed. Everything but your
underwear. I'll be right back.”

He exited the room,
leaving me wondering if we were going to have a kink session before
the guests arrived. While the idea made me all hot and bothered, I
really felt like I needed all the time to practice I could get.
Regardless, the choice wasn't mine. It was Damien's rules, and we'd
do whatever he wanted.

While I waited for
him to return, I finished undressing and folded my clothes to place
them on the chest of drawers. If I'd improved on anything since being
Damien's submissive in training, it was definitely learning how to
fold dress clothes. They didn't always come out perfectly, but he
rarely complained or punished me for it anymore.

After several
moments, Damien returned with a shoebox. He opened it up, revealing a
pair of shiny black six-inch stilettos. I grunted at them, realizing
I'd probably be wearing them for the entire party. Hopefully, I'd get
a foot massage as a reward if I did well for the afternoon. It looked
like I would be needing one.

“
Are
they the right size?” I asked, silently praying they weren't.

“
You're
a nine and a half, right?”

Damn.
“
Yes.”

“
Put
them on.”

I did as I was told,
setting the box aside as I slipped into the shoes. They were, not
surprisingly, uncomfortable. New shoes usually were.

“
How
long is this party going to be, Sir?”

“
However
long people feel like staying,” Damien replied, assessing my
attire one final time before turning to the chest of drawers to open
it.

I didn't like that
answer. It was so inconclusive. However long could be anything from
one hour to all night.

Chains rattled in
the drawer as Damien rummaged through it. When he turned back to me,
he had several sets of restraints in his hands as well as a thick
leather collar.

“
Take
your training collar off,” he told me. “You're going to
be wearing this tonight.”

Damien handed me the
new collar and then knelt to place cuffs on my ankles. I watched him
with apprehension, now completely confused about what was going on.

“
Is
this our kink session, Sir?” I asked.

“
No.
This is what you'll be required to wear to serve our guests.”

My heart dropped to
the pit of my stomach. He couldn't possibly be serious. There was
maybe only half a foot of chain between the two ankle cuffs. Taking
normal steps would be impossible. I'd have to waddle around like a
penguin. Not to mention I was naked. Did he really expect me to show
my body to an entire room of people I didn't know?

“
Aren't
you worried I'll trip and embarrass you, Sir?”

“
No,”
he replied plainly.

The new collar was
thick leather, wider and heavier than my collar of consideration but
with a soft lambskin lining to protect my neck from irritation.
Damien attached a lightweight chain to the O ring. It hung loosely
between my breasts, splitting off just below my navel to turn into
wrist restraints, which Damien fastened in place. I had about a foot
of space between them. With both sets of fetters on, serving anyone
was going to be a real chore.

When Damien was done
securing my bonds, he took a step back to admire his handiwork. “How
does that feel?”

“
Restrictive,”
I dragged out the word, doing a poor job at hiding my discontent.

“
No
one said this was going to be easy.” Damien smirked at me.

“
It
never is with you, Sir.”

“
Oh,
come now, I make some things easy.” He bent forward, roughly
groping one of my breasts and flicking his tongue across the nipple.
My breath hitched as all the pleasure sensors in my body turned on at
once. Then he sucked it into his mouth, moaning softly against my
skin as his tongue swirled and danced until the nub was peaked from
stimulation. I felt completely subdued, wanting to tangle my fingers
in his hair but knowing I had to keep my carnal desires at bay.

“
You're
evil,” I grumbled when he finally came up for air.

Damien stepped
dangerously close to me, sliding a hand between my legs. His finger
skillfully slipped between my pussy lips, and I felt my legs
involuntarily trying to spread for it, though it was pointless with
the restraints.

“
And
you're wet,” he whispered into my ear. “That was easy.”

Hate you. So much.
Right now.

Playfully, I nipped
at his collarbone, hoping he'd give in and take me. He wouldn't even
have to undo my restraints. Damien was such a sexual Houdini that he
could probably fuck me fifty different ways around them. Oh how I
wanted him to try.

But instead, he
stepped away, retreating to his chair and leaving me sexually
frustrated. I penguin-walked forward, sitting myself on his lap and
grabbing at the front of his jeans. It must have looked rather
humorous because he was grinning the entire time he was slapping my
hands away.

“
You're
not behaving,” he warned.

“
You
started it,” I complained, knowing I wouldn't win. Stubborn
stubborn man, he was.

As a consolation
prize, Damien leaned forward to give me a peck on the lips. It wasn't
near what I wanted, but I knew I would have to settle. There was a
lot yet to be done before the guests arrived, and for as horny as I
was, I did need to get some practice in.

“
If
not fucking, then what do we do now?” I asked.

“
Now
we go over what's expected of you,” Damien replied, wrapping
his arms loosely around my waist.

“
What's
expected of me?”

“
When
the guests begin to arrive, I want you to answer the door. You will
greet all Doms as Sir and all Dommes as Miss. If someone requests
that you call them by a different title, honor their request. You
will take all coats and place them in the coat closet, then you will
lead the guests into the living room and offer refreshments. There is
tea, soda, juice, and water in the kitchen. Pretend you're a
waitress. Everyone's glass should be filled before they even have to
ask for a refill.

“
When
you're not serving, you will be parked in a corner of the room. I'll
show you where when we get into the living room. While you're parked,
you're not to make a sound. I want you to be as still as a statue.
Keep your eyes to the floor and do your best not to make eye contact
with anyone.

“
You
will not need to request permission to leave or enter the living room
if you are going to refill someone's glass. However, you will have to
request permission to leave and enter the living room for any other
reason. That includes using the restroom.

“
When
all the guests have arrived, we will retreat to the dining room for
dinner. At that time, you will serve me first, then the rest of the
table in a clockwise rotation. When the first course has been served,
you will park yourself in the corner until someone needs a drink
refill. I've hired a chef to prepare a three-course meal for the
evening. When the guests are finished with the first course, you will
pick up all the plates and take them to the kitchen, then serve the
next course.

“
While
you are under my protection, you should know the guests are allowed
to touch you. You may be spanked or have your breasts groped, but no
one is allowed to touch your cunt.”

Even though the idea
of being spanked sent happy shivers to my groin, the thought of being
touched by strangers made me uncomfortable. Sharing my body wasn't
something I had signed up for. In fact, I distinctly remembered it
being on my list of hard limits.

“
I
thought we agreed I wouldn't be shared,” I said meekly.

Damien gave me a
quizzical look. “You're not being shared.”

“
You
just said the guests are allowed to touch me.”

“
Touching
you isn't the same as sharing you,” he paused. “Does the
idea make you uncomfortable?”

“
A
little.”

“
If
anything, I thought you'd be excited about it. You enjoy being
spanked, if I recall, and there are quite a few attendees who enjoy
spanking as well. They will respect your safety words, so if at any
time you feel too uncomfortable, you can use them, and they'll back
off or release you.”

That did make me
feel a little better. It wasn't like he was just going to throw me to
the wolves. Maybe it would be alright after all. I was long overdue
for a good spanking, and the thought of being stimulated while I
served wasn't exactly horrible.

“
Alright,”
I agreed.