I hadn’t been to many dinner parties, but this particular soiree was fancier than any that I’d ever attended. Mother’s warning no longer seemed believable. Merely drunk talk. Nothing as bad as she’d mentioned could possibly occur at such an elegant party. The next time she contacted me, I’d be sure to tell her that she was a liar.
I was very proud to enter the party holding Mr. Lord’s arm. I felt like a princess, dripping in jewels and swathed in a body-fitting, black Giorgio Armani gown with a slit in the front and a plunging neckline. Of course, I didn’t select the dress. Mr. Lord has excellent taste, and he knows better than me what looks good on me. I felt truly beautiful in the revealing black dress.
The guests were dressed in formal attire; the men in tuxedos and the women wore evening gowns.
The party was held at a large estate that was situated on a horse farm with many acres and miles away from civilization. There were eight guests at the elegant dinner: Madam Midnight and her date, a much younger and gorgeous man named Theodore; a handsome bald man
named Golden and his date, Melanee, an old, grey-haired, married couple named Lane and Prudence Meyers. And of course, Mr. Lord and me.
The serving girls were young and beautiful. They all wore thin, Hnked chains that revealed their shaven pubis, the mounds of their asses, and their high, pert breasts. They brought in the appetizers, and the hostess announced that we were being served aphrodisiacs.
An extremely muscular and divine-looking man, who looked as if he’d been sculpted from bronze, served the wine. Stunningly handsome, he was clad in only a loincloth. He was poetry in motion as he moved among the guests, pouring wine.
Not wanting to give the impression that I was staring at the tremendous bulge beneath the tiny fabric that barely covered his loins, I focused my attention on the lovely floral arrangement that was set in the center of the table.
Noticing that the wine server was being admired by the women seated at the table. Madam Midnight commented, “Sergio belongs to me. I acquired Sergio during a trip to Venezuela a few weeks ago,” she said, referring to the handsome wine server. “He’s hung like a horse and none of the loincloths I had on hand were large enough to properly cover his assets.”
There were titters of laughter, and the server named Sergio went about his duties with a straight face. I gasped when he bent to pour my wine. His bulge brushed against
my arm. A tingling sensation shot through my body that was so pleasurable, it was almost painful. I was very much attracted to that bulge. I wanted to lift the cloth and admire it. Lick it and kiss it. My pussy was close to convulsing each time I gazed at Sergio. Afraid that I might very well start panting, I held my breath. Mr. Lord was sitting right next to me and I didn’t want him to know how badly I was lusting for the wine server.
“Is something wrong, my dear?” Madam Midnight asked me. “You don’t look well; are you feeling a little indisposed?”
Mr. Lord and the other guests examined my face intently.
I shook my head adamantly. “Nothing’s wrong; I’m fine,” I said, dropping my gaze. It was embarrassing to be caught ogling another man’s jewels with Mr. Lord sitting right next to me.
“She’s a lovely girl, Harrison,” Madam Midnight said. I’d never heard Mr. Lord referred to by his first name, and it took me a moment to realize she was talking about me.
“Where are your manners. Princess?” he said.
“Thank you for the compliment. Madam,” I quickly uttered.
“How long have you had her?” a rather old woman wearing heavy makeup and dressed in a red evening gown inquired.
“I’ve had her for ten years. Since she was a child,” Mr. Lord replied.
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There was an eruption of surprised murmurs at the table. “Since she was child?” said the elderly, male escort of the lady in red. “How did you manage that? Did her parents give you permission to train her for our society?”
“Her father was never involved in her life, and believe it or not, her mother belonged to me. When I acquired the mother, the daughter became part of the package.”
“Two for one! That’s brilUant, Harrison. Absolutely brilliant!” the old guy said.
“But the mother didn’t work out. The daughter was much more pliable. Much easier to mold.”
“Human property is a lot Hke horses,” Madam Adidnight said. “Sometimes the colt is much more malleable than the mare.”
There was a sprinkling of laughter, and I felt self- conscious listening to people talk about my mother and me. I squirmed as I noticed inquisitive eyes latching onto me. It wasn’t pleasant being under their microscope.
“Tell me, did you physically discipHne both parent and child?” asked Madam Midnight.
“Not at first. When Fonia was a child, I never had to lift a hand to her. She was a joy and a delight—eager to please—a very obedient child. But her mother...” He shook his head at the memory of trying to discipline my mother. “Trying to mold the mother was a nightmare. I had to remove her from my life.”
“But, obviously you kept the child,” the woman in red said.
“I did. And it wasn’t until Fonia became an adult that she began to require a firm hand.”
My face burned with humiliation as Mr. Lord and the other guests spoke of me as if I wasn’t present. I drank more wine, and felt a tiny thrill that Mr. Lord had allowed me to join the other adults and drink an alcoholic beverage. A warm feeling began to course through me and the feeling of shame drifted away. I am the property of Mr. Lord, I thought to myself. And thafs nothing to be ashamed of. Reminding myself that I should be honored and not ashamed of my status, I Hfted my head and offered Mr. Lord a grateful smile.
“Oysters!” a female server announced as she brought a large bowl of oysters to the table. The server’s nipples peeked through a top that was made of thin, silver chains.
“I’m not fond of oysters,” Golden remarked.
“The sauce is heavenly,” Madam Midnight commented.
“I’ll pass,” Golden insisted.
“Let him try the sauce!” Madam Midnight said in a stem voice to the serving girl.
The young woman bent over, dipping a nipple into the sauce.
“You, taste it,” Golden said to his date, Melanee.
Melanee swiped her finger against the server’s nipple and brought her finger to her tongue. She lapped the creamy sauce and said to Golden, “The sauce is delicious, sir.”
Wondering what kind of dinner party this was, I cast
a confused gaze toward Mr. Lord. “Eat your food, Fonia,” he said, ignoring my inquiring stare.
Next, a bowl of mussels were brought in. Attempting to outdo Golden, Mr. Lord requested that Sergio, the wine server, allow me to taste the mussel sauce. The guests, including myself were riveted to Sergio’s crotch. He lifted the fabric and revealed a normal-sized penis, which he used to stir the mussel sauce. He then turned to me and I froze with fear. Mr. Lord would never give me permission to taste another man’s private part.
“Go ahead. Princess, taste the sauce.”
A white, thick sauce dripped from the head of Sergio’s dick. I couldn’t disobey Mr. Lord, and as embarrassed as I was, I fought my shame, stretched out my neck and lapped the sauce from Sergio’s dick. Instantly, his private began to flicker and pulse. Before everyone’s eyes, it grew to an enormous length.
Not wanting to antagonize Mr. Lord, I pulled away from Sergio.
“What’s wrong, Fonia? Don’t you want to suck off Sergio?” Mr. Lord asked me.
There was a hush at the table as the guests waited for my response. And though I was dying to get that dick embedded in my throat, I shook my head, no.
“I’m very disappointed in you, Fonia. You know that I’m aware of your lustful desires, but you’re not being honest with me, are you?” Mr. Lord said.
“No, I’m not.”
“I brought you here this evening to show off your fine training and, already, you’ve embarrassed me in front of my good friends.”
“I didn’t mean to embarrass you, Mr. Lord. I’m feeling very lustful, and yes, I want to suck off Sergio,” I admitted in a tiny, shameful voice.
“Then commence,” Mr. Lord said, gesturing for me to open my mouth and receive Sergio’s burgeoning erection.
The guests were completely silent as I sat in my seat, my hands in my lap like a perfect lady while my head bobbed up and down as I tried my best to deep-throat Sergio.
“Save some for Melanee,” Golden spoke up.
“That’s enough, Fonia,” Mr. Lord said, patting my head.
I felt abandoned as I watched Sergio move on to Melanee, giving her the goods.
“Theodore is next,” Madam Midnight said, stroking her boy toy on the side of his face.
After a few moments. Madam Midnight interrupted Melanee, physically extracting Sergio’s length from between Melanie’s suckling lips. Holding Sergio by the base of his dick, she led him over to Theodore. With a long and slender hand, she held on to Sergio’s throbbing member and guided it into the open mouth of her handsome, young lover.
I was transfixed as I watched Theodore pleasure Sergio. I’d never seen a man giving another man head, and I
was terribly aroused and somewhat envious of Theodore’s abilities.
I gathered that Melanee, Theodore and I were all the possessions of the people we had accompanied to the dinner party. Theodore and I both seemed pleased with our status, but there was a look of sadness in Melanee’s eyes and a jumpiness that reminded me of the way my mother used to look and act whenever she was in Mr. Lord’s presence.
The remainder of the meal was uneventful. The food was divine, and though I was only allowed one glass of wine, I felt completely satisfied.
Madam Midnight tapped a glass with a spoon. “The dinner segment is over; shall we join the rest of the guests in the south wing?”
Everyone stood. I had no idea there were other guests on the premises. Excitedly, I linked my arm in Mr. Lord’s and walked with him to the opposite side of the large house.