“Really? So, are some of the waitresses lesbian?” I asked. For some reason, this question was more important to me that it should have been.
“I don’t know, and I don’t want to know,” replied Heather. “That’s another story in itself.” She looked at her watch. “I guess we’ve got time. I think that all the remaining premium prizes will be claimed by people who have been here before.”
“The first time we did this there were an equal number of men and women offering themselves. Of the ten men only six were taken, and the feedback about them afterwards wasn’t positive. There were negative comments about their attitude, their performance, and one woman said she didn’t feel safe with her prize. Other feedback we received about the evening was from a lesbian woman and a gay man who felt excluded by the whole process. When Hamish heard all this, he addressed both problems with one solution. He insisted that, at all future parties, anyone from the club offering themselves as a prize must be willing to serve both genders regardless of their sexual orientation. He felt that this wasn’t inconsistent with any definition of sexual slavery. The outcome of this was that, since then, we have had no male volunteers. Obviously, this doesn’t meet the needs of our gay employees, but they seem to understand that we can’t help it if men aren’t volunteering. We haven’t always had twenty women volunteers each time, but we often do, and there has only been three nights when there has been a woman left unallocated.”
Again, there was a lengthy pause, and again Mike ended it with the appropriate reaction. “I guess it’s not my place to judge what others do, but I don’t think this is appropriate for Jess and me. The default prize pack looks more than generous to me.” Mike then looked at me to add my own confirmation of what he had said, but I surprised myself with my impulsivity.
“Do you mind if I have a quick look at the profiles?” I asked.
Heather laid the nine profiles out on the table. Half of each card was taken up with a headshot of each girl with their name underneath followed by a few details of what their limits were. As I scanned the cards, I quickly found the profile that I had been subconsciously looking for. Sapphire was one of the nine. Mike gave me a confused smile as I picked it up to read the details.
The limits were listed with tick boxes and spaces for short written answers. The first of them read as follows:
Giving oral: yes
Receiving oral: yes
Vaginal Intercourse: yes
Anal sex: yes
Toys: yes
Tie up: yes
Tie up time limit: 1 hour
Watersports giving: yes
Watersports receiving: yes
Watersports in mouth: no
Scat on body: no
Scat in mouth: no
Hair removal head: no
Hair removal body: not applicable
The other categories given were for spanking, where Sapphire had ticked the boxes for ‘hand only’ and ‘marks to last no longer than 1 hour’, and modifications, where Sapphire had ticked the box for ‘none’.
I turned to Mike. “How about we take this one?”
“Really?” he asked. His tone and expression failed to conceal his initial excitement before he composed himself and became more serious. “How much have you had to drink?”
“I’m not drunk! Look, I know that I’m being impulsive and that we should be discussing this carefully at home for next time, but there may never be a next time and Sapphire was the only one of them that I liked. Let’s just be spontaneous.”
“Are you telling me that I’ve got your permission to fuck some woman that we’ve just met tonight?”
“Yes. No!! I don’t know. Let’s just see what happens. I’ll let you know what you’re allowed to do once I figure it out myself.”
Heather interjected at this point. “Please remember that all the women are expecting a sexual experience. They don’t want to get all psyched up for nothing.”
“But it doesn’t have to include sex, does it?”
“No, of course not. I hear that one of the older guys gets them to put on shows for him. He never even touches them.”
“That’s fine then. At the very least I’ll ask her to show us the little bits of her body that we haven’t already seen.”
There was another pause in the conversation. I could see that Mike was thinking that he should be making more of an argument about this, but he was struggling to find the words, or indeed the motivation. I could see that it wouldn’t take much to tip the balance and I was right. All it took was for Mike to notice Heather glancing at her watch, so his answer seemed just as much motivated by being too polite to waste any more of her time. “Ok, why not?”
*****
We had plenty of time for second thoughts after we left our meeting with Heather Cameron. It turned out that, instead of taking Sapphire away with us, because we were first-timers she would be delivered by Heather after the party had ended. We returned to circulating at the party, but we were too on edge to enjoy ourselves. I saw Miss Grant take another fifteen people out to meet Miss Cameron before Mr Macleod announced to the room that all of the premium prizes had been claimed. The waitresses were now serving coffee and chocolate cake, and I suspected that none of them had been told who had chosen them.
At one point Sapphire said hello as she passed us on her way back to the kitchen. “Are you still finding the party an interesting experience?” she asked me.
“It’s been full of surprises,” I replied.
“Tell me about it,” she said. “I’ve still got a big surprise ahead of me. Wish me luck. I’ve been feeding these people all night but some of them still look very hungry, if you know what I mean.” Before I could think of anything suitable to say she had moved off through the crowd.
A short time later Mr Macleod stood up to thank us all for coming and he announced that those who hadn’t received a premium prize could collect their gift bag at the entrance as they left. The remainder were invited to wait a few minutes to take possession of their prizes. We didn’t get the opportunity to watch this as Miss Grant approached and reminded us that our prize would be delivered. There was nothing left to do but follow the others outside.
Mr Macleod had ensured that plenty of taxis were waiting. Mike and I were too aware of the taxi driver to talk about our evening during the ride home, and once we got home, I had a sudden panic about the state of the house. I ordered Mike to tidy the living areas and load the dishwasher while I dug out some clean towels and put fresh sheets on the bed in the spare room. We hadn’t said anything of consequence to each other before Heather knocked on our door.
Heather led the way inside carrying a small gift bag and another sheet of paper, and she was followed by Sapphire who was still wearing just her white dress and thong and carrying a small overnight bag. I saw her give a small smile of recognition before composing her face in a serious expression, like an actor getting into character.
Heather wasted no time. I’m sure she was looking forward to going home after such a long evening. She came straight to the point. “Sapphire, this is Mr and Mrs Irons. I will let them determine what they would like you to call them. Mr Irons works in our Howick office. Their details have already been given to your designated contact person. Mr Irons, Sapphire will be collected from your home by a friend at midday on Sunday. Here is your gift bag and here is a copy of Sapphire’s limits. If you violate these limits, Mr Macleod will have a very pointed conversation with you about your career. Sapphire is now your property. The only thing left for me to do is to reclaim an item of property which belongs to Mr Macleod.” Heather simply held out her hand. Sapphire was obviously expecting this because she immediately pulled her dress off over her head and draped it over Heather’s waiting hand. Heather immediately let herself out as Mike and I stood in stunned silence and stared at Sapphire as she stood in our home wearing only a tiny white thong.
It took a few moments for me to recover, and my first instinct was to fall into the role of a gracious hostess. “Please come through into the lounge,” I said. Once we had done that, we simply resumed our awkward silence in a different room. I could tell that Mike and I were both making a concerted effort to avoid staring at Sapphire’s breasts. I eventually tried to break the ice. “Did she really not tell you who you were staying with until you got here?”
Again, Sapphire couldn’t suppress a quick smile. “No, but I had already worked out that you two were the most likely. I knew it had to be someone attending their first party.”
“Of course,” I said.
Sapphire again composed herself. “Mistress, how may I please you this evening?”
“Please, call me Jess.”
“Please forgive me Mistress, but may I have permission to venture an opinion?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“Mistress, in my experience this type of situation only really works if everyone sticks to certain roles and behaviours. That includes me calling you Mistress or some other title of respect, while you should feel free to call me anything you choose because you are my Mistress. Maybe only call me by my name if I have done something to please you. May I do something to please you?”
“I don’t know,” I said, feeling a bit flummoxed. “Please give me a minute.”
“Yes Mistress.” She turned to face Mike. “How may I please you this evening Master?”
Having this near naked woman calling my husband Master gave me a brief flash of panic, and then I had a sudden inspiration for how to stop the evening from spiralling out of control. “Slave, you will address my husband as Mike unless I tell you otherwise,” I said in a severe tone. “I am your Mistress, but he is not your Master. There is to be no interaction between the two of you unless I am present and give my permission. Is that understood?”
“Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress.”
Although Sapphire was trying to show a contrite facial expression, I could tell that she was pleased with me for taking charge. However, I didn’t know how to follow this through. The best I could think of was to prompt Sapphire for ideas. “Tell me Slave, do you have any particular skills that might help us to get better acquainted?”
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