The Party Slut

There’s a kinky party at my house this weekend again, and short one very important servant, a Party Slut. It isn’t really a party, without a slut.

No slut to take coats, tote toy cases and Serve the every need of the honored guests?

Why that’s no party At ALL. That’s just coffee with a neighbor.

Nope – for it to be a REAL party, there has to be a slut du jor.

No matter the nature of the servant, frilly sissy, in head to toe French Maid decadence, or a buff tasty boy in cock rings and apron their function is Service – done with a Go To attitude and willingness to be used.

Yes, I said used. You did ask what it would be like, to serve a Serious Fem Dom.

There is the fetching and dispensing of beverages, done quietly with grace and proper portage. Striving to do each task perfectly while the eyes of the Mistress Hostess are on you, will test your focus and servant’s mind.

But what will you do, my pet – when the hands of a stranger, slide over your pretty bum, as you bend to retrieve something dropped on the floor? Will you remember to smile with your eyes cast to your feet, and thank our guest for the attention? How sweet it must be to your ears - hearing the other’s compliment your Mistress how well mannered and attractive her new slut is.

Training always shines through, when the stock is of the quality I demand. Even the laughter at your expense, doesn’t set you off balance. No, you like it. The Masters, Mistresses and even their submissives, find the blush creeping up your neck, delightfully amusing.

You can hear the conversation from your place in the kitchen, turn from gay laughter to moans and yelps of pain, and wonder just what you may have gotten yourself into. Excited aren’t you? Hoping that you will be called to refresh Mistress’ coffee and get a peek at the action must be making your imagination fly and your dick twitch.

There’s that sound!

The peal of a crystal bell - a perfect C over middle C – that summons you to Service – also calls you into the unknown. It is your cue that pulls you to your feet, rising to your full height and moving forward, coffee carafe in hand and so eager to please.

Even with dozens of assignments completed, and months of phone Training, building trust and establishing limits of use, you still tremble slightly, handing me your leash, and refreshing my cup. A quick tug on the thin chain attached to your right nipple ring, snaps your head around and puts you eye to eye with your Trainer.

I see you slut, trying to focus on your Mistress - while scantly clad and naked females scurry around you. Oh that cute - the deer in the headlights look is too precious – kneel and look around you. Pay no attention to those silly femsubs, giggling and pointing in your direction. They are just excited Mistress Vivian, has a new servant for inspection.

Stay sharp new slut – you are lowest in the pecking order tonight – and those devious creatures may just manipulate you into some trouble. You feel lighter and lightheaded as the chain attached to your numb tit, is refastened to your collar.
Draping the slack over your shoulder, you feel your body shiver at the light kiss on your cheek and commanded to stand in the center of the room.

Gruff male voices hush the tittering, and the sound of hands hitting flesh might make others in your situation, step out of mode and look around – but not you. You have been Trained well for this night.

It was those quiet moments, late at night – you whispering on the phone, from a dank corner of the basement – full of questions of how you might be used – at this very moment. Kinks that you have dreamed and fantasized about all your adult life could finally be coming true.

Sharing the tales of those who went before you, made you more than a door mat, more than green, quivering male – unprepared and in over his head.

Look up slut and tell me what you see in your Mistress’ face. Pride. Yes, you are correct. Now look at the others, all nodding their heads in appreciation of your self- control and something else. What else precious? What can you read from the faces now focused on you?

Yes, curiosity for sure. Look deeper in their eyes. Feel the energy around you. Take a deep breath and zero in on the fragrance hanging in the air.

Chuckle. Oh yes precious, your own face is a kaleidoscope of emotions and I can feel your inner struggle, not to flee. Say it slut – what do you see?

Hunger. Yes! Hunger that food doesn’t quench. Hunger, so close to the edge of sanity, the air feels heavy and damp, with a lingering odor of something musky.

You see it now precious – each and every face is filled with - the want of you.

Look at me. Look at my smile, so warm and loving, and tell me that you are ready to be used. Tell me that you trust your Mistress to keep you safe. Listen as we all speak the Safe Word now in place, and always honored. Now you my dear slut face the others and say RED clearly – it is your only way out, once we get down to the nitty- gritty.

Good boy.

Keep those eyes down, while the whispering girlies strip and prepare you for inspection. Then we will shall ALL see, if the hours of practice sucking a dildo will pay off.

Are you curious about the rest of the story?
You may call Mistress/Trainer Miss Vivian at 1- 800-730-7415