Circus

It seems inconceivable that Britney Spears could speak for me, but herein lies the proof:

There's only two types of guys out there.
Ones who can hang with me
And ones that are scared.
So baby I hope that you came prepared
I run a tight ship, so beware.

That's me. In a nutshell.

I would have traded in the cold...

I asked The Prig for a rematch...but alas. He has decided to go to the Bahamas for the week. *sigh* If he hadn't been with family I may have hopped on a plane and gone with him.

Maybe I misjudged...

Monday night I was on the phone. It was late. Well, it was late for me, around 11pm. When I hung up I discovered that The Prig had sent me a text message. Hmmm. That can only mean one thing. He must be out and in need of some companionship. I had other things happening and wasn't sure I was in the mood. I decided to see what was on his mind. He decided he wanted to make the 25 minute drive to me, so I let him. I had changed into a velvet chemise and had nothing else on but I was tired, so I decided to lie down while I waited. He knew where he was going, so I wasn't worried he'd get lost. I was not aware, however, that I'd left the door unlocked. I didn't hear him come in.

The Prig slipped in and startled me when he climbed into bed with me. he never said a word. The man was a man possessed. He kissed me hard, undressed me immediately (not that there was much to remove) and then proceeded to undress himself. What I found most interesting is how the whole scene played out. He set out to pleasure me as if were his job. There was no sex, no pleasuring of him whatsoever. I barely touched him. He spent the next hour with his tongue attempting whatever maneuver he could think of that would make me cum. He took me by such surprise that I did not cum. I came so close that I think it scared me a bit. In the end, he wrapped his arms and legs around me and apologized for not being adequate enough. "?"

This man has given me quite the opposite impression of what he might actually be. He has never given me any reason to believe that he was interested in me other than maybe an occasional fuck some day. But some of the things he said, the way he acted? I was left utterly confused. He made this all about me. Why? Why does a man do that? When I got up in the morning I left him in bed to sleep. I was surprised he stayed. Again...why? I was under the impression it was a physical thing and there was no reason for the formality. When he left he told me not to be a stranger and then commented that my place was very clean and that was good. He liked that. "???" Okay. So what am I to make of this??

As for Pretty Boy...I was a bit surprised that he does indeed have quite a reputation in town. He even has a nick-name. I had to laugh. And indeed - bullet dodged!

Pretty Boy...Again?

As surprised as I was...I was even more suspicious. At about 10:20 this morning my phone went off. I assumed it was work, but it was Pretty Boy. After four days of what I can only assume was pouting, he sends me a message.

pb: Hey stranger

What am I to make of this? He starts to feel me out. What am I up to? Do I have any plans today? I don't, but I really don't have any interest in planning anything with him either. He finally asks:

pb: Do you want to play?

I think about it. I wait. I think, what the hell. I'll tell him to come to me. I don't expect him to, given his track record. But I have no plans and I'm just doing laundry anyway. If he does show up, meh. I may or may not choose to play with him. Depends on how I feel. He tells me that he will take a shower and be right over. At 11:30 I get a message that he hasn't left yet, he's waiting for someone to drop by his house and then he'll be on his way. Sure. I'm holding my breath. By about 3:15, he hasn't arrived. I send him a message that I am tired of playing his silly games. I tell him to lose my phone number. At this point his number will stay in my phone purely for the purposes of identification. His messages will not be returned. He didn't really inconvenience me, I had no plans for the afternoon. I just have no interest in someone who constantly tells me they're going to do something and then never follows through. And then beyond that gives no apology or explanation - that is, until they want something else from you. No matter. He's no idea how much he's harmed his own reputation in the process. He'll learn soon enough.

Pretty Boy shows his hand

I find myself rather tired and irritable this morning. I think MisstressM is going to be a bit disappointed. I contacted her on Tuesday and she is hoping for a much more interesting post. *sigh* It's not to be, dear heart.

Pretty boy sent me a text message at around 10:30 on Tuesday morning.

pb: "Can u stop by my house in the morning? in "*****"

MsF: "I'd love to but I have made other plans. I'm not available."

pb: "ok then after that"

MsF: "Might be able to. What do you need?"

pb: "whatever you want to do... maybe a blow job... maybe hot sex... whaevea"

I was amused at the nerve of this boy. He thinks after his treatment of me that I would seriously consider coming to HIM? Actually I did consider it. MisstressM pointed out that we both knew this would be a booty call and as long as I was aware of that... I had to laugh. I mean, this boy is not suited for anything more for me. He can't be trusted and has not shown himself to be about anything but what pussy he can score next. Certainly not a man of substance. But the more I thought about it, the less attractive he became to me. What he sent next clinched the deal.

pb: "So what do you think about 2morrow?"

MsF: "What about it?"

pb: "what about to get me off?"

Ahhhhh. So that's it. This is about how to get YOU off? When I pointed that out, he accused me of being "difficult". He was just trying to "have a little fun" with me. No, my boy, you were probably being quite honest. I thought about it for a long, long time. I decided not to call him and just go about my way. It has always been my opinion that if sex is not going to be good for me, it's not worth my time. I'm not about to put myself out there to impress YOU. Over the period of time I was away in the last couple of days, I'd fleshed out the possible source of the "bisexual" rumors about him. Probably unfounded, but the source is most-likely and ex-girlfriend of his. She's someone I know quite well and I'm not exactly eager to follow up on her sloppy seconds. Up to this point I had not been aware of their relationship.

On the upside I did a little shopping. It was overwhelmingly successful for the internet - everything fit PERFECTLY. I bought this coat in black. It fits like it was tailored for me. Very hot:



And these boots:



I think I'll do a little more shopping. It's going so well, it might bring my spirits up.

Mothers, hide your sons

The above picture (that I must admit I robbed from another blogger because it was just so beautiful) is for MisstressM... Does that answer the age-old question? I'd like to fantasize that there are rolling green hills somewhere where young men such as this roam free, looking for warm women to bend over.

This Mistress, however, believes the Universe is conspiring against her. I have been thwarted at every turn and I must admit that I am quite amused by it all. I've decided that instead of looking at my lack of sex as a challenge, I am going to look on it as a opportunity. I've mellowed, but a partner right now would distill whatever it is I'm exuding. I have to be giving off pheromones. A partner right now might sate my desires and dilute my ability to attract. I think I'll use that to my advantage while my three simmer.

Pretty Boy has been placed in limbo. I have gotten information that he is quite unreliable. Apparently he fancies himself quite the player. He is in the habit of making dates and breaking them, or just not showing up. A friend of mine, of course not knowing that I had any idea of even who he was, remarked that he was *gasp* rumoured to be "BISEXUAL"! Oh, joy of joys! It's not something he would have ever have admitted to me. In the context of BDSM, it is quite and intriguing concept for me. I've never had the opportunity to play with someone who is interested in both sexes. I must admit it is a thought... However, the fact that he is such a pain in the ass makes the whole situation more trouble than it's worth. I did contact him and made it clear that his game was over and that he already had quite the reputation. The man (term used loosely of course) was confused. He is ignorant of the far reach of the sisterhood. Something tells me he may always be ignorant.

The Prig is still elusive. I am not so interested that I will chase that far. If an opportunity presents itself, I may take it.

The Colonel will come in time. Right now it is a matter of timing than anything. Not his fault.

We'll see where the week takes us...

Disappointment

Pretty Boy is over an hour late. He just texted that he is just now getting out of the shower and will call in a minute. I have a good mind to meet him at the door in a pair of latex boots, thigh-high stockings and wielding a riding crop or my brand new one-inch-thick olive-wood paddle. I'm afraid I might scare the poor young thing. I told him that I am waiting and getting VERY impatient. I am not happy with Pretty Boy's lack of punctuality. He will be punished. I will have to be careful though, he's not accustomed to my particular brand of discipline. Baby steps... I will try to get photos.

More later.

UPDATE: Pretty Boy is on the verge of being fired. I am growing tired of his antics. There is something fishy going on there.

I have tentative plans with The Colonel on Monday. I am otherwise engaged with other (read ordinary) pursuits this weekend. I may be spending some time with the female end of the couple on Saturday. It's time to draw her out of that shell. As for The Prig, he remains elusive. He does hold himself in high esteem. Maybe it's time to put him back in his place. It would have been fairly easy with Pretty Boy on my arm. Hmmm. Time to find a replacement for Pretty Boy.

Tic toc, it's getting late. I look forward to a rousing start to the work week next week. The Colonel is practically salivating.

Mistress in heat

Lately I have been in need. SERIOUS need. And I am on the hunt. Let me tell you what I have found, because this Mistress never settles for just one stallion in the stable. Usually it takes more than one man to satisfy whatever carnal lusts I have need to satisfy. And indeed, it's been a LONG, LONG time.

Pretty Boy: MisstressM and I have discussed this one. I am not interested in dating this young man. He is for carnal pleasures only. He is a personal trainer. He is large everywhere, arms, legs and chest. His ass is rock hard and his nipples are pierced. I have had the pleasure of kissing him and playing with his cock for a short time. He is young and has only had the pleasure of being with young, impressionable and very naive women. By his own admission he has never been with anyone like me. He is somewhat aware of what I do, but not completely educated. He's curious, which is attractive to me. I am very strongly attracted to him but have so far been successful in not jumping on him. It may take him years to understand (if ever) that most of the pleasure I will take in him will be in touching him. He will think that I will be giving him pleasure when in fact it is my own. He does have the body of an Adonis. He says he will be here tomorrow at 11am to spend the day with me. We will see. So far he has not been the most reliable.

The Prig: Overinflated sense of Ego, but a more mature man. He has more experience (far more) with women and knows exactly what and who I am. He is not interested in playing in the "Mistress/slave or Dominant/submissive" sense. He is dominant in his own right, but adventurous. He's open to alot of things, but very clear about what he won't do. There are still quite few things he's hung up on. He's a bit of a Peter Pan. Doesn't want to really settle down, doesn't really want a life partner. Just wants to play around. Uncatchable. That's ok. I don't want to catch him. He seems like someone worthy of the time. Someone who would be worth the effort.

The Colonel: Ah. Sexy and a real man. Not at all tuned in to what I am. He is raw and unbridled. Someone I've found attractive for a while. Great sense of humor. He seems to be a man starving. Someone who has been denied the small pleasures in life. This is a man who has dated women who will not even give him the small pleasure of fellatio. Ah, poor soul. He is in for quite a surprise, isn't he? Easy to please...

And I've met a couple... She likes to kiss girls. As you know I am not bisexual or even bicurious. I will never say never, it's just not my thing. She's not really interested in much more, but she's pretty up front. She does, however, like to watch. He is attractive and a very nice guy. She feels very submissive to him, but I do not. He would like her to be a little more aggressive. I'd love to see her come out of her shell a bit. She's cute, creative and fun. We'll have to see how this shapes up!

Hello again, Mr. Murphy.

Mr. Murphy has seen fit to send The Scot my way as foreseen. I am sure this is not the last I have seen of him. He would be an undeniable match for me if things were different. I would have to step aside and make room for him. But I cannot allow him to have any power in my life. And there it is.

I am not used to denying myself sex. I just don't see the point. But at this point in my life I am now used to being the one in charge of procuring it as well. I am not used to being "worked over" shall we say. And finding myself the unwitting pawn in someone's little game has left me...disoriented. It seems that I've left myself a bit unprotected. Let's make sure that doesn't happen again, shall we? I am no longer accustomed to being prey. Let's leave that to the uninitiated twenty-somethings who think that every man who says "I love you" actually means it. Or that we mean it when we say it was well.

In unrelated news: One of my associates recently told me that he and his wife had recently separated. I felt a bit bad since I had been giving him a hard time in front of her not too long before. Before this revelation, I was riding with them in their mini-van and noticed a book on the floor. One of those self-help marital guides and thought "uh-oh...", but blew it off. His next words to me were "So what are YOU doing later?" When I turned him down he admitted that they were "working on it" and that it looked like it would work out. Seems she's been "dating" a coworker. I don't think there's much hope it's going to work out at this point.

*sigh* I MUST see the surgeon about having this married-man magnet removed from my person.

Murphy lives

I know I've been largely absent lately. It's been very busy here. I was more or less forced to spend a large amount of money recently and haven't really looked back. I replaced my ageing car with a vehicle that very much reflects my personality. I've been putting off the inevitable for some time in the hopes that I would have a larger amount of money saved. So be it. The time was right and I have a predisposition to believing in such things. The new car is fast, sleek and just so "me" that I can't help but just stand back and marvel at it. I knew it would be mine as soon as I laid eyes on it. My old vehicle had been paid off quite a while ago so it really is a pain to have a car payment again.

I also decided to replace my ancient (by my computer scientist brother's standards) computer. So now I find myself in a lightning-fast world where my old computer had me in a much slower pace. I'm loving it, of course. I haven't put all of the chat software back on and I'm not sure I'm going to. I've hit yet another one of my reflective snags.

I was out of town last week and had a ridiculously busy schedule that left me exhausted. There was very little sleep, I did not take my vitamins regularly and ate very few real meals. And upon returning and going back to work, I left immediately for a funeral. A woman who shares my occupation died horribly in an entirely avoidable accident. This week I have tried to slow down and get back into my routine. I find I need that more and more. I also noted that I passed a rather notable anniversary last month. And here we segue into the next topic...

It has been over a year since I have had sex with a man. Now I was worried that the week I was out of town would present itself with some interesting, but verboten, possibilities. And it did. Truly. But I behaved myself. My navigator was an attractive gentleman, but I kept my hands off. My next door neighbor, two weeks from finalizing his divorce was also hands off. I believe no man when he cooks up a story. I was absolutely convinced my switch was permanently in the "OFF" position. Then I met "HIM". Good god. I saw him and for some reason I wanted to talk to him immediately. And boy can I pick them. He lives a hundred miles away. He is even more verboten than any of the others... And I cannot get him off of my mind. I wish that I could say that I will take this opportuniity to relish the uncomfortable feeling of want. But What I want and need to do is forget him immediately. And of course what this means is that this man, who I have never met before, will be thrown into my path again and again in my future. How do I know this? Because we met Wednesday night for the first time, and then were assigned to each other all day Saturday at the funeral. We have friends/coworkers (no difference there) in common.

There once was this man named Murphy and he penned this law...

The Flirt

I've spent the last couple of weeks in close proximity to a man who finds it amusing to flirt with me. I find it amusing that he has no ungodly idea what the hell he's doing. Not at all. He has no idea how to recognize what I am. I'm not even sure he knows that women like me exist.

This gentleman is married and someone not really predisposed to cheating. I think he likes to think about it but guilt keeps him from following through. His idea of kink is having a woman tell him exactly where to touch him. Really. I'm not kidding you. Now, I'm pretty close to him in what I'd consider a sisterly way. We're frank with one another and can talk about just about anything. I get the feeling his life has been pretty sheltered. If he knew what kind of a life I've led, it would blow his mind. I think - no, I KNOW - he's sit there with his mouth hanging open speechless. He's not the kind that would entertain being part of the lifestyle. He's also not the type I would consider recruiting.

As for the type of man I would recruit... I've decided he should strive to be a tailor. I absolutely HATE when my clothes don't fit well. I'd love to dress like this on a daily basis:


After all, Lara Croft is the quintessential Dominant woman, isn't she?

Dreaming

Last night I had a dream. After contemplating what on earth could have inspired such perplexing images, I came up with some theories. But then, even I don't feign to pretend to understand the way my own mind works. I regret not getting immediately out of bed and writing down the details.

I remember being at a large home performing some sort of tasks for a very nice woman. I don't remember what the tasks were but I was outside alot. There was an understanding in my dream that this woman was the new partner of my former Master. I wasn't uncomfortable with that thought at the time. I remember feeling at ease with her but not really understanding what was really happening or even if she knew about my history with Him. I was unsure of my specific place in the hierarchy, but knew that I was not free to just leave without her permission. I smiled easily and was happy to go about my work with her close by. At some point I realized that it was getting late and twilight was settling. I went to her in the kitchen of the home and asked her what was next. She said that she needed nothing more from me that day. I was then overwhelmed with the desire to stay at the home. I asked her:

Mistress, is it OK if I stay here this evening?

She stretched out her arms and hugged me saying: "Mistress, indeed!"

I immediately removed what little clothing I had on and was happy to stay in the home and wait for Him to arrive. I remember being very excited at the prospect of having the two of them there with me. At the moment I called her Mistress, I felt completely at ease and happy. It was a very pleasant dream. I was disappointed to have been woken by someone outside and not able to see where the dream (and I) would have gone. It ended with me standing smiling at the sink, completely nude with her standing behind me with her arms around me, moving her hands slowly down. My mind was racing with all of the things I wanted to do with them and things I wanted to have done to me.

To be clear, I've never wanted to be with a woman. I knew that at some point that my former Master was going to require it of me. I trusted him to know how far he could push me at any given moment, so I was not as terrified as I might have been. Our relationship ended before anything really even began. And to be honest, I thought I was far beyond having any desire for any future relationship of that nature. I've been quite content to be the Dominant. It was interesting that I was so content to be submissive - and to a woman at that! Maybe I just need to get out there and find someone to explore a few things with.

The Prodigal slave

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Jello returns

He is still a simpering mess of a man. I was at first taken in by his seemingly sincere apology for continuing his unwanted advances toward me. It was soon apparent that he was telling me what he thought I wanted to hear.

After repeated messages to me where Jello stated that whatever he had done, he was sorry, he finally tracked me down where he knew I could not get away from him without causing a scene. This was not appreciated.

Jello: I'm sorry. I know where I screwed up and I'm sorry.

Blesse: What did you do then?

Jello (looking at me intensely): I KNOW what I did.

Blesse: Look, I'm not angry, but I thought you needed to figure out what's important to you. You are a married man. I'm sorry that you're miserable, but you've made your bed now lie in it. Have some respect for your wife and for me and stop.

Jello: Your friendship means more to me than anything. I don't know where I crossed the line...well, yes I do. It was the night I had that dream about you and called you the next day.

Blesse (for gods sake): The best thing you can do is drop it.

Jello: I will push it far, far down. I won't do it again. But now you know how I feel....

Blesse: (In other words...in case I change my mind. You are an ass.)

Jello: I feel so much better now that we've had this conversation. No one did anything wrong, but now I feel better.

At this point I inwardly rolled my eyes, made my escape and left him. No one did anything WRONG? In one sentence he apologized for his impropriety, and then left the door open "just in case". Ah, my dear, I was not born yesterday. Obviously my friendship is not upmost in his mind. Maybe he thinks he can keep a presence in my life and eventually wear me down? the Colorado River had more success carving out the Grand Canyon.

Sorry Charlie. There is NO room for Jello in this woman's life.

9"? Really?

Monday I was out with some friends celebrating St. Patrick's Day. We started at a particular pub at around noon and traveled around pub-hopping until about 9pm. I had a quite interesting time. I usually don't drink that much. I don't handle my liquor as well as I did when I was young, so I take it easy. I've learned that it's not exactly good form to lose your senses around people for whom you may be a bit willing to relax the rules. I was glad I had my wits about me this day. The men were biting...

The male of our species never stops surprising me. I'm very open and relaxed about most sexual things, but never let that be too well known to those I'm not close to. I know that all of you know how I feel about bringing other people into a relationship. I'm absolutely alright with it as long as everyone knows about it and consents. Far be it for me to judge anyone! However, I'm not saying that it would be OK for me in every situation. I am NOT in favor of cheating. We've discussed this before, no? I will not be party to lying to anyone. Not that I haven't been tempted...

While enroute to a pub, one of my companions felt the need to let me know that his cock is 9" long. I have no idea why that information was divulged at that time. We were not discussing sex. I have to admit that I was intrigued... He is attractive and extremely aggressive. I can imagine that spending time with him would be interesting... However, he wears not one, but two rings on his left ring finger. Someone has marked their territory. I blew the comment off as a drunken diarrhea of words. That is, until he said to me as I was leaving: "I was wondering if I could accompany you home tonight." Once again I am left explaining to a man that I have indeed noticed his wedding rings and am not interested. I lie, of course. I am certainly interested, but not willing to put myself in the adulteress category.

How do I get myself into these situations without so much as a hint that I'm trying?

What's right

Lately I've been thinking alot about what's right. Not so much about what's right in general, but what's right for me. I'd been doing some research on Humanism and motivational theories. It struck me that I could almost see some people's motivations based on the way we interacted.

A while back I was conversing with a submissive that I only "knew" through electronic communication. After a few conversations I knew that although he seemed fascinating, he would never be right for me. It was interesting to see how his mind worked, what he expected and how he communicated with his Mistresses. I noticed pretty quickly that he really loved to re-hash his experiences. I suspect that he cared alot less how the person he communicated with saw him than he did about getting his thrill by reliving his experiences. He dominated the conversations quickly and seemed to always want to draw everything back to an experience he'd had with this Mistress or that. It grew tedious to the point where I would hide from him online so I wouldn't feel obligated to listen, so to speak. He is an intelligent, well spoken gentleman, but not someone I would be interested in playing with. It doesn't make him a bad person, nor is my opinion relevant to anyone other than myself. It just is.

I've realized that humans had an ingrained need to feel included - to be accepted. A rejection of any sort is devastating. Despite knowing this, rejection doesn't hurt any less. Maybe one of the benefits of growing older is recognizing that there's nothing wrong with you because you don't "click" with every person you meet. Nor will you be universally adored by all. What matters is what you feel when you look in the mirror. I have long learned that all of those things I was taught as a child may have no place in my life. Sex is not dirty (in the negative sense, of course) and women who have it are not necessarily whores. Everyone must make these decision for themselves and about themselves. Just because you believe that sleeping with more than one man makes you a whore doesn't mean everyone agrees with you, or must agree with you. And because I like to be dominated at times, wearing stockings and not panty hose and high heels does not make me a throwback to the 1800s. I'm not going to conform just because you say it's right.

Sister, find your own way. Screw what I think.

Creating my own fantasy

Despite what it may seem, I have not fallen off of the face of the earth. I've been working, taking classes, becoming neurotic about my finances.... I think that's about it.

I've decided that unless I become a multi-millionaire, I should buy a house and settle in this place. If I do become a millionaire, it really won't be an issue - I can just buy houses wherever I want and live in them when I feel like it. In lieu of that much money, I need to pick a place here and get on with it. Up until now it's just been too much of a commitment. I've decided that paying more in rent than most people pay for a mortgage just might be a waste of my money. And so I've been putting my credit under a microscope so that by the end of the year I will be moving into "MY" place.

I've attended two classes (that will eventually get me three certifications) and will be attending another in about a week. They are necessary for promotional opportunities, not to mention they also give me a Plan B in case I should be unable to continue in my present position. It is not uncommon for people in my line of work to get hurt to the point that they are medically retired. Being healthy at this time, it will give me an opportunity to work part-time teaching. I think I'd rather enjoy that.

So with having to leave the house and go to class every day, I had the opportunity to wear street clothes, makeup and jewelry. I haven't done that in about three years. It was nice to be back in my power suits and boots. I felt like a woman again. That feeling had been slipping away from me for quite some time.

The last few months have seen no sexual activity whatsoever. Not for the lack of men trying.... I have no desire to have an affair with a man sneaking around behind his wife's back. It stinks of lies and desperation. That is something I don't tolerate in my men. There is one in particular who has insulted me multiple times with his drooling compliments and sniveling. He sent me a message yesterday saying "Whatever I've done to make you mad, I'm sorry." For pete's sake. First: You have no idea if you've made me mad because I haven't jumped at the chance to talk to you on the phone every day. Second: If you don't know what you did, how can you be sorry for it?

This poor excuse for a man had this conversation with me recently:

FB (commenting on a "blossoming" romance): "I had seen him more with someone like me rather than like her."

Jello: "Well, I don't want to share you with anyone else."

FB: "I am not yours to share. And YOU are a married man."

Jello: "Now is this the time or place to talk about that!?"

FB: "Obviously it is if you continue to make comments like that."

I have told him repeatedly not to say things like that to me. He calls me constantly, wants me to go to lunch with him while I'm in class, tells me how classy I look and how he likes class in a woman. I do not care what he likes. He has passed the point of annoying long ago has has progressed now to just plain ticking me off. If I don't answer my phone he'll call me again. If I don't answer a second time he sends me a text. I am not his girlfriend. My god if I have to hear the speech about how "My wife and I are just staying together for the kid's sake" speech from one more man....

Changing subjects... I heard from Porter a while back. He's out of the country but sends me e-mail every now and again. I haven't been on any of the BDSM sites or talked to any of my friends in the lifestyle lately. I know one of my couple acquaintances (the couple I played with last summer) are buying a house, so they'll be out of commission until that is finalized. I'm in no hurry.

I've had a recurring fantasy lately. I am the hostess of a party which includes couples of all denominations. The Masters/Mistresses are clothed to their liking, the slaves are dressed so that their genitalia are exposed. The men in nothing but tights with their cocks and balls free, the women in corsettes just under their breasts and full skirts tucked at the waist to expose them. All slaves are wearing color-coded bracelets to indicate their specialty or what they are available for that evening. The Masters and Mistresses have agreed that their slaves can be used in any manner by any of the guests as long as they adhere to the color codes. No slave can decline an invitation, but they are allowed rest if they ask. The house is large and sprawling with a pool in the back. The rooms are set up for bondage, pain, sex, whatever is required. If a slave is not being used, they are to serve refreshments. As I expected, the slaves experienced in fellatio are extremely popular with several of the Masters waiting their turn to be serviced. There is a Mistress spanking a male slave out by the pool for daring to show his excitement at the party with an unauthorized erection.

To be continued...