The Weekend Ch. 05 – Dinner Party

We walked down the stairs from Pet’s small bedroom in the attic, back in ‘the Scene’ as she referred to it. For the first time I wasn’t being led on a dog lead, and I also wasn’t fully naked, although the cock cage remained. A formal long tailed white shirt, bow tie and black jacket made me look exactly like the waiter I was to be for the evening, above the waist, although the fact that I was naked lower down apart from a pair of silky black panties covering my cock cage, and a pair of socks and shoes on my feet. I retained my slave collar, with my safe word on the back, and leather cuffs on my feet and ankles. Pet was wearing a tight white shirt tied around her middle, spike heeled ankle boots, and a short black mini skirt, the hem just grazing her buttocks, revealing flashes of the white thong underneath as she lifted her legs on the stairs.

As we neared the foot of the stairs I could hear muffled voices, and Pet opened the door at the bottom to reveal a transformed house. The lights were ablaze, and there was a hive of activity in the nearby kitchen. I followed Pet in, walking a couple of paces behind her. Although I was no longer chained or being physically led, it seemed natural to trail behind her.

There had obviously been a lot of work going on during the afternoon while we spelt I the basement cell, and then got ready upstairs. The dinner party was in the final stages of preparation. A woman stood at the stove, dressed in chef’s whites, and at the table two more similar dressed sous-chefs finalised small plates of what I assumed where starers and entrees. So far, a typical dinner party being prepared in a professional couple’s kitchen. The appearance of normality started to shift however when I saw the woman waving up at the sink. Naked, apart from a long apron, she stood scrubbing at a mountain of used pots and pans, her damp hair scraped back into a sever pony tail. She was wearing the familiar collar and cuffs, and her ankle was connected to a long chain that rand to a ring set in the floor. Her buttocks glowed red and I could see the hand prints on them where she had been recently spanked.

Pet nudged me over to stand with the other people waiting in a line by the wall. There were three woman and another man, all dressed in the same way as us. The women all had the same white shirt as Pet, tied around the waist. Two of them were very similar build to Pet, and their pert small treats pushed at the shirt, the braless nipples making small points against the tight cotton. A third woman has heavier built, with large full breast that strained against the shirt. She had had to close a couple of the buttons to keep then in place, and I could see the lines of the bra she wore underneath to support her. The man was dressed identically to me, and I went to stand next to him. All of us wore our collars and cuffs, and we stood in silence, waiting for our instructions.

The clamour in the kitchen ceased as the Mistress strode Ito the room. Her usual tight leather had been replaced by an evening gown, and her long blonde hair was piled on top of her head. The top of the dress was strapless, and a bustier supported her large breasts, in which nestled the familiar key, connected to a small gold chain around her neck. She walked over to Pet, and bent to kiss her full on the mouth, before talking to her quietly, while the rest of us waited in silence. T.

She turned to the chef and her assistance. “It is almost time for the guests to arrive, and I’m glad to see everything is ready. Thank you for your work, the food looks lovely.”

She moved over to us standing by the wall, pausing only to swat the naked arse of the girl chained at the sink, who briefly cried out as another hand print was added to her reddened buttocks. Looking us each up and down, it was as if we being inspected on parade. She stopped in front of the woman with the large breasts, and beckoned Pet over.

“Didn’t you tell them the uniform rules?” she asked sternly. “Sorry Mistress,” stammered Pet, who then stepped forward and sapped the woman hard across the face. “Stupid bitch, its quite simple. Shoes, skirt, panties and shirt. Where in all that do you hear the word ‘bra’?”

“I’m sorry Mistress,” snivelled the woman, as a tear started to slide down her cheek. “It’s just that they are so heavy’s it hurts my back if I don’t wear one.”

“And you think I care about that, why?” snarled the Mistress. Turning to Pet, she snapped, “sort this out as soon as I am done. They will be here soon.”

She turned back to us. “This is an important evening, and you all know what you have to do. I don’t want any more mistakes. If you have any questions during the evening you ask Pet here. She will be in charge of you all tonight, and I expect you to obey her instantly, understand?”

“Yes Mistress,” we all mumbled, our heads lowered.

AS she left the room, Pet grabbed the woman by her hand and marched her out to the kitchen, her face like thunder. We heard the seals from outside, and then a few minutes later, they came back in. We could see the red hand prints on her face, but more obvious was the change to her shirt. Pet had left a couple of the buttons don up below her breast, but the material strained to contain the large globes, which wobbled as shell walked. She was still silently sobbing and I watched the tears drip down her chin, and disappear into the valley between the large globes that strained against the cotton. I doubted the buttons would survive the evening, even though the bottom of the shirt was tied tight under her breasts, leaving her stomach bare, like the other waitresses.

Pet’s face softened as she handed her a tissue, and then as the woman dabbed her eyes, turned to us.

“We are going to greet the guests in the hallway.” Pointing to me, she continued, “He is going to be the bar man for the evening so get the drinks from him. The rest of you will serve as usual, I think you have all done this before?”

“Yes Pet,” replied the others. It was apparent that they were familiar with both her and the house, as we walked out through the reception room and towards the hallway. When Louise and I had arrived last night, this had all been in a gloomy darkness. Now, like the rest of the house, lights burned bright, and the place looked alive. Mellow jazz music permitted the air, and as the waiters stood in a line by the door, anding out the glasses of champagne that I had poured, I was struck by the contrast between the normality of the situation, and then the incongruous fetishism of our dress.

The guests started to arrive, all dressed in formal wear, the men in dinner jackets, and the woman in in flowing evening gowns. The only thing that differed from any other dinner party was that they all wore masks, ranging from simple ones around the eyes, to elaborate Venition style, that covered everything but their mouths.

Pet greeted each couple as they arrived, most of them kissing her full on the lips. I noticed that many of them subtly ran their hands under her skirt as they did, men and women. They all seemed to know her, and I supposed that she had done this many times before. The noise level area as more guests arrived and then suddenly stopped, as they started to turn, looking up the stair case. The Mistress descended, gliding down in her evening gown. The master followed behind him, a beautiful woman on his arm. Louise looked gorgeous, the long black hair styled and flowing in waves don her back. She was obviously wearing very little under her long halter neck evening gown, her nipples pushed against the four, and as she reached the bottom, I could see that the back plunged to the tops of her buttocks, so she could only have been wearing the tiniest of thongs underneath, if anything. Her wrists and ankles were free of the earlier cuffs, and her slave collar had been replaced by a smaller white one, although I saw that there was still a word engraved in tiny letters on the back. A delicate gold chain hung from her collar, draping down between her breasts and the other end was held by the Master. Reaching the bottom, he joined the Mistress who kissed him, and then Louise, before Turing to the rest of the guests and inviting them to follow her into the dining room.

As they passed by me, Louise reached to take a glass of Champagne fro the tray I was holding. She didn’t even acknowledge my presence as I watched her walk n=by, with her owner and his wife. The guests took their seats, finding their place cards on the table. The Master sat at one end of the table, hooking Louise’s chain onto the chair next to him as she sat down. The Mistress sat at the other end and clicked her fingers for the service to commence.

There was a bar set up ij the corner, and prompted by Pet, I had established myself there, ready to provide drink to the waiters as the guests made their orders. I watched as the entrees were served. As they bent to place the tables on the tables, the mowers skirts rose up to exposed their bare buttocks, bisected by the thin strings of the thongs they wore underneath. I noticed that as each plate as lower, the guest took the opportunity to quietly stroke the exposed bottom next to them. The single male server was treated the same way, with hands slipping under the tails of his shirt as he bent over.

Other than this, the guests ignored the servers completely. The volume raise as the guests chattered between themselves while they eat the first course. I was kept busy with drinks orders as the waiters came up to me, but other than that was free to watch the evening unfold in front of me.

The second course was brought out, which was a fish dish I think. Off course, we were not offered any food, and I was grateful for what I had eaten earlier, even thought it had been unpleasant. AS the waiters placed the food, the bottom holding resumed, but I saw that some of the guests were starting to grope at the buttocks presented to them. I saw one of the younger women flinch as a had went up her skirt, which was rewarded with a quick smack to her exposed bottom. The Mistress glowered at her, and I saw Pet follow the woman out of the room. For my position at the end, I was able to hear quick slaps that Pet administered before the woman returned, that hand print clearly visible on her bottom as she walked by.