“What will I wear over that?” Amy asked hesitantly as she examined the sheer fabric.
James looked at her sharply, “Excuse me?”
“What will I wear over that, Sir?” Amy quickly corrected herself as she looked down submissively.
“Nothing except your beautiful smile,” James replied with a smile.
“Try it on.”
Amy tried it on in front of the mirror while James sat behind her on the bed as he admired Amy’s silhouette, her shapely legs, and her curvy tight ass, black thin panties barely covering each ass cheek as she adjusted the outfit. He stood up behind her, his hands on her shoulders and then he cupped her almost bare-covered breasts and she instinctively pushed against his body and cooed.
“You look so sensuous, my pet, more than good enough to entice the dinner guests. I am sure you will make me proud,” James whispered.
Amy felt that now familiar feeling of her Master’s cock growing against her ass. It sent chills up and down her body and her nipples responded both to his pressing cock and him pinching her nipples.
“I sense you are excited about this evening,” he teased as he pulled her erect nipples.
“I am, Sir, but a little nervous as well to be honest.”
“You should be,” James laughed.
“Don’t worry. If you get too uncomfortable, just tell me you want to go home. Also, the other two things you should remember are that you are the featured dessert for the evening. People will be touching you and you will need to please them and me appropriately. Also, you are not allowed to cum until I let you. Do you understand, my pet?”
“Yes, Sir,” Amy trembled as her pussy tingled in anticipation and fear.
James draped an overcoat over her bare shoulders after she finished reapplying her makeup. She looked dazzling with bright red lipstick, shining blue eyes, her visibly aroused nipples showing thru her mesh top, her stocking covered legs and her black high heels.
Amy looked up and even though she was practically nude felt warm all over. It was from a combination of James’ lustful glances, his large noticeable bulge and the unknown excitement of what was to come.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” James, said as he reached for a gift-wrapped box on the dresser. “This is for you to wear also, open it.”
Amy unwrapped the small package revealing a black leather collar on it with the word, “PET” emblazoned in white letters on it.
“Tonight, you are mine. Let me put it on you.”
Amy lifted her chin as James’ brushed her blond hair away and buckled the collar behind her neck. Once the collar was buckled; she felt a rush of emotions, powerlessness, submissiveness, lust and a desire to please. James also felt many things, the anticipation of how his new pet will react, the need to be protective of her and the desire to have her remember this evening forever.
The couple strode through the hotel lobby. Amy’s overcoat flowed open in the breeze as they briskly walked to their waiting car. People stopped in their tracks and stared at Amy’s exposed body. Amy noticed this and stood up straight and proud with her Master as he greeted the shocked lobby crowd with a confident knowing look.
James led Amy to the driver’s door. “Please, you drive, it will be better that way,” James mischievously smiled as he took her overcoat. She quickly got in the car, not yet at ease being so completely exposed.
“Just a moment, my pet, I have one more thing for you,” James said as he reached into the back seat. He grabbed a silver chain and attached it to the loop in front of her collar. The leash draped down between her breasts and she felt the cool metal against her skin and gasped, “Oh fuck Master!”
Amy drove erratically while James mercilessly moved the chain over her breasts and pinched her nipples. She felt his warm hand caress her inner thighs and then edged closer to her needy pussy, which had begun leaking from earlier this evening. Her seat was already wet with his cum while she squirmed in her seat trying to satisfy her desire.
As they travelled outside the city, his fingers got bolder and slid inside her black crotch less lace panties that James had laid out for her earlier. She moaned as his fingers explored her sticky pussy and engorged clit. She thrust her hips upwards to meet his fingers as he spread her pussy wider. She moaned as his finger tips scrapped the inside of her spread thighs.
“Please, Master, let me cum now,” Amy pleaded.
“Not yet,” James replied sternly.
His fingers pressed against her g-spot as her legs clamped around his fingers. She felt her orgasm building and was scared of displeasing her Master. James felt it too and slapped her thighs sharply, “No!” as his fingers retreated from between her legs.
Amy was flustered and extremely horny as they arrived at a secluded large mansion. They drove up the cobblestone driveway and noticed a few cars in front of them and they waited for the valet.
“Kiss me,” James commanded as he pulled on her leash just as the valet was opening Amy’s door. She leaned over and kissed James like they hadn’t seen each other in years. She wanted him so badly. She thought her lust would be sated already but it had only just grown as the evening progressed.
The valet looked on with jealous envy. He was a stocky young man around 25 dressed in a white collared shirt, a black sweater and black slacks. He stood there transfixed by Amy kissing James. Leaning over to James, she exposed her black stockings and barely covered ass to the valet, which aroused the young man.
“Spread your legs wide,” James whispered between kisses. Amy spread her legs wide revealing a glimpse of her engorged labia to the valet who was looking on. James moved her panties to one side giving the valet an even better view as James rubbed her exposed clit.
“My pet, look what you have done,” James said as he looked towards the valet’s bulge. “Take care of that for him.”
“Master?”
“Give him a blow job and hurry, we don’t want to be late.”
The valet looked shocked as Amy unzipped his pants and took out his semi-hard member. He gasped as her lips encircled his cock tip and his knees wobbled as she sucked harder while massaging his balls. He grabbed hold of the car as her tongue flickered over his shaft. Amy groaned as her Master reached over and twisted her nipples. She heard footsteps on the cobblestone driveway as she felt the valet’s cock hit the back of her throat.
She heard voices associated with the approaching footsteps yell out, “James, is that you?”
Amy felt the valet’s nervousness but also felt his orgasm coming on fast. Suddenly, he exploded in her mouth and pulled at her hair. James looked on in amusement as the host turned the corner and briefly caught sight of the valet zippering up his pants and Amy trying to wipe some cum from her face, now burning red with embarrassment.
“Good girl, my pet, just don’t get any cum on your outfit,” James matter-of-factly said as he got out of the car and assisted Amy while he held her leash.
“James, so nice to see you again,” the host said as he shook James' hand.
“Bill, this is my pet. I hope you approve of my choice for dessert.”
“She seems most capable from what I just saw,” as both men laughed. Amy’s pussy tingled as she looked over Bill. He was around forty years old, slightly older than her. He had prematurely grey, almost white hair, brilliant white teeth, dark eyes and broad shoulders. He must be very wealthy, she thought, based on the size of his house. A house really was an understatement. It really was a mansion, two stories with an imposing stone façade and steeply pitched roof.
James led Amy by her leash. The cool air was refreshing against her body and helped her forget her horniness for a moment. She walked tall and stuck out her chest as she walked behind James and Bill. She smiled as Bill looked back occasionally at her bouncing boobs. Once inside, Amy was introduced by either her name or as “James’ Pet” to the other guests.
All in all, there were four couples including Amy and James. Two of the other women, including Myra, the hostess were dressed in casual evening attire. The hostess wore a full-length dark blue skintight cotton dress that had a bare back. It was evident that she was not wearing underwear based on the way the dress hugged her wide ass cheeks and how her nipples pressed against the dress.
The other nicely dressed woman, Kathy, had on a short dress, black seamed stockings and a white blouse that was unbuttoned almost to her navel. She was an Asian woman and had very delicate features, long silky black hair and unusually large full breasts for a woman her size. Both women also wore leather collars. Myra’s was decorated with rhinestones and said “Slut” while Kathy’s was smaller and was embossed with the word “Slave.”
The last lady, Isabel, was with Frank and she was wearing a loose light pink top, skintight off-white shorts, tan leather knee high boots and a tan free flowing cape. She had beautiful caramel colored skin, lush soft red lips, and smaller round breasts.
The other gentlemen were dressed similarly to James, nice slacks and either an evening jacket or sports coat. All were well groomed and mostly fit looking men.
The group socialized before dinner and already Amy was the center of attention. Both men and women complimented James on the choice of her outfit. While chatting with Isabel, James noticed her staring at Amy’s full breasts and eraser tip nipples.
“Isabel, would you like to touch them? James teased.
“Yes, you know I would James,” she enthusiastically replied.
“Go ahead and Frank, I see you are admiring her ass as well. My pet would be pleased to be examined,” James offered.
“May I?” Frank asked tentatively.
“Go ahead,” Isabel responded dismissively. “This might be the only ass you get to touch tonight besides your own.”
Amy suddenly felt Isabel squeeze her breasts and nipples while Frank’s hands roamed over her tight ass. Frank’s fingers quickly found their way to her dripping cunt as well and Amy moaned.
“I think that is enough. I don’t want to spoil your dessert,” James said as he tugged on Amy’s leash and pulled her away. Amy found out later that Frank was Isabel’s husband but also her sub as well. That made sense after seeing Frank defer to Isabel and how he waited for her instructions without being asked.
Amy had another glass of champagne. She needed something to quench her thirst and the dryness of her mouth. She so desperately needed her Master’s cock. Her body never felt so responsive to touch and her pussy never so wet as tonight.
Finally, dinner was served. Amy sat between Bill and James. Throughout dinner, she felt both of their hands blatantly touch her pussy, thighs and clit. If that wasn’t bad enough, from the opposite side of the table, Frank’s sock covered foot tentatively slid up her calf. Her pussy craved the attention and she instinctively spread her legs wide allowing the men to tease her more.