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Bobbie and Daddie sat together in the living room catching up, the tone of their voices turned me on as they huskily discussed. I made sure they had enough to drink and were comfortable. I felt a little weird as I’d never done this before and I felt as though I was dallying. Loitering and waiting for the next thing I could help with, attempting to calm my excitement by devouring them with my pupils.
Despite the limited say I had in the dynamic, my the subservient tendencies substantial elements of my kink were fuelled by the fact that it was improper to join them despite my yearning. My reduction to femininity had removed me from any sense of potential equality. I decided to come up with an excuse, noticing that their excitement at rejoining one another had died down and the pauses in the conversation were becoming longer. Thinking I could use this as an opportunity to jump in and be recognised as a presence in the room. Not that I had any rights in Daddy’s space but still it was a very long wait.
Mr Bobbie had placed his Beer on the nearest surface and I tiptoed over lightly. Inwardly thanking god that his bottle was empty. Standing in front of them, they aggressively blinked at me as I hadn’t been summoned. They must have thought this rude, yet I plucked up all the courage I had in my lungs to ask the question
‘Can I get you another drink Mr Bobbie?’
Hostility lingered and a rigidness built as they registered my speech. Daddie’s chest puffed with an anger that added to the tension about me, he sat a little straighter. I knew this was because I hadn’t been invited to speak, his body language threatened me and it took all my strength to keep my feet on the floor. His face became dark and a meanness characterised his expression. Deepening his wrinkles.
No one spoke.
My heart was doing backflips hitting the bottom of my throat. Stood there in my costume I wanted to drop into a foetal position before them and sob. With the desire to kick my feet and spin as I did this to communicate the embarrassment I felt towards the whole scenario, over which I had no power. Because I’d never explicitly consented the consequence could potentially be life ending, and Daddie still gave me ual pleasure. Making it worth living, also I think that I loved him. Not simply because I was forced too, his humiliations aroused me to a climactical extent I was not aware I could reach. Luckily I’ll never have to admit this to another soul (especially not if he kills me for forgetting my place). Daddie looked me up and down, he pouted like a raging bitchling
‘BOI…’
He began. Quickly he was interrupted by Mr Bobbie.
‘Don’t get upset. Yes you may take the bottle and bring us some wine.’
Turning to Daddie who relaxed at the tone of his voice
‘Is that ok with you?’
Daddie grimaced and spoke.
‘I suppose so…’
Then addressing me, in what a less loyal subordinate may infer as rude, he said
‘Be quick about it, there’s a sauvignon blanc in the fridge. It has a cork in it, take it out. Make me proud of you in that outfit. Show us you deserve it.’
Relieved I bobbed a curtsey. Prancing off to fulfil the order. My emotions at the recognition were mixed to be honest. On the one hand my need for attention had been satiated; on the other I was feeling slightly flat about the mood of the night and my role within it. When he’d given me the outfit, I thought I’d have more to do. This was ironic given that I was on my way to perform a task.
After some fiddling with the corkscrew I managed to open the bottle without leaving any residue. Pouring the glasses I delivered them to the pair, which each one took without a word. I was only commented on. Mr Bobbie took a sip and looked at me
‘Hmmm she’s a treat isn’t she.’
Daddie quickly stopped him. Persistent in his disappointment of what he now saw as his stupid maid
‘Don’t complement it, or he’ll get ideas above his station’
This shutdown confused Bobbie, whose intrigue had been ignited. Therefore, he posed a question that I perceived to be valid. Despite my humanity being ignored. Yet again.
‘Is it a boy or a girl?’
Daddie took a long deep breath in giving him time to think about how to present me and explain me to his liking
‘I call it boi ‘
He literally spelled it out.
‘B.O.I and dressed it like a girl tonight. While my slave is a maid however he is still my boy. This one is quite simple minded and I don’t want it getting confused about what it is. Quite simply I’d like it to a faggot.’
‘I see, very well…’
By this point I’d returned to my position in the corner and resumed my wait. Before I could hear the end of Mr Bobbie’s appraisal of me the door bell went so I went to answer.
I opened the front door to a short man in spectacles. He looked at me and shrugged apathetically, walking past. Trotting I followed him into the front room.
‘What’s with the tranny?’
Silence hung in the air. Daddie laughed and stood to greet his friend.
‘Ah Alun, how I’ve missed you.’
Shaking hands
‘Take a seat, do you want a drink.’
Daddies newly arrived friend then squeezed my bottom, let go and patted it. Getting close to my face he ordered
‘Wine for me please gorgeous’
Daddie and Bobbie laughed at how familiar Alun was with me. Shamefaced I scuttled off to retrieve what he asked for.
‘Love wine. Looks like it’s going to be a big night.’
‘Well we’re waiting on one more and then everybody’s here.’ Said Daddie.
I reentered, another examination commenced. Part of me fluttered, another cringed.
‘I knew you had a fag, but this is not what I was expecting. Come here.’
I approached ever wanting to prove my obedience. When I was within touching distance he lifted my dress up looking at my underwhelming cock. Blushing I tried not to struggle, as was my natural instinct at such degrading treatment. There were laws surrounding the use of peoples genitals, yet when it came to me these were never taken in to consideration. Scornfully he then proceeded to pull on my cock. The other men laughed at this. My knob twitched. Tears filled my eyes at the cruelty he so flagrantly exhibited, a shameless vagabond if ever there was one. This oppression was interrupted by the doorbell. I looked to Daddie for what to do next. Without missing a beat he told me to
‘Answer it.’
Swallowing the shame I went. Wishing I had time to quickly go and tug myself off. Unfortunately this would increase Daddies anger toward me even more.
Opening the door, my heart stopped dead. In walked the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. Her looked like it was made out of silk and her eyeballs reminded me of freshly cut diamonds. So sultry was her silhouette I could write a million poems about how looking at her just made me feel. The way that she brushed past me caused a desire to melt into the floor with a sense of inferiority. How she moved was awe inspiring almost flying through time and space over which she had total command. Following her into the room of men each one stood as she walked in
‘Hello, you know Daniel I’m surprised you invited me.’
‘Why wouldn’t I Ella? Hello Darling.’
Daddie responded. I seethed as he hugged and kissed her on the cheek. The way she was dressed in a subtle yet tasteful LBD made me feel incredibly frumpy and queer by comparison. Here was this goddess in my Daddies arms and I looked and felt like a worm in rags.
‘You remember Alun and Bobbie don’t you?’
‘Vaguely yes. Only joking boys, looking forward to taking your money.’ Said she with a wink. Then she greeted them gracefully in a similar way she did Daddie. I was bowled over by her beauty.
‘Drink Ella?’ Offered Daddie.
‘Whatever you have on offer Doll.’ She was so cool, I was jealous of the ease with which she spoke to these men. How I wish our roles were reversed. Honestly.
‘Boi’ Anxiety was high, if I’d been intimidated before, her entrance had increase this tenfold. Daddie gestured over his shoulder to indicate I what I should do. Returning they were sat round the table. All ready to start their game of poker. Placing the drink next to the Siren who joined them, I proceeded to stand at Daddies side. Beckoning me with his index finger I bent at the waist to hear what he had to say. Before I knew it he had me in a chokehold in the crevice of his elbow. He began a speech very loudly for his guests next to my ear
‘As you can all see we have my Boi in his LOVELY little maid outfit to assist me with the smoothness of tonights proceedings. To begin with, once and only once he has topped up everybody’s drinks, I thought he could pleasure us under the table as we get things warmed up. He sucks cock very well by the way. Who wants the first round?’
The lady coughed politely to capture his attention, he agreed.
‘It should be ladies first.’ She winked at me as she said this confidently.
‘Alright.’ he said. He clobbered me on the back of the head as he stood me up straight. ‘Bring two bottles to the table boi, you may be under there for a while.’
Bobbing I left, completed the order and got on my hands and knees under the table. The beautiful woman had hitched her dress up so that I could easily access her genitals. She smiled a gleaming smile down at me, her face sparkled emitting a seductive magic. Encouraging me to try and give her the best service my tongue could possibly offer.
Off I went exploring her with my mouth. Somehow she managed to speak as I did it, I was using the sound of her voice as encouragement. Our pleasures crossed when I heard her howl and she squirted into my face with the ferocity of a fire hose. Loosing control she let out a
‘aggghhhhh…’
The men tittered, the daddie stood and went over to kiss her forehead. He said
‘Aw baby, I’m glad slave can provide so much pleasure. Good girl. Boi, take your mouth off mistress now.’
I crawled around to the next person and began to suck dick. The game was paused as Mistress Ella sat on Daddies lap in her afterglow. He gave her wine and soothed her post orgasm. I could only see their legs over the top of each other but it was sweet, so much so I felt ignored and rejected. Yet, I got on with the dick in my mouth, as that was all I was good for. It dawned on me how little I truly meant to Daddie. My boredom had evolved into a tameable emotional rollercoaster, even though it could be suppressed it couldn’t be ignored. This was what fulled the care and attention I gave the dick as I sucked. Knowing that Daddie wouldn’t be satisfied until each man in the room had cum down my throat.
It probably took an hour and half but I had completed my task and was now sat at Daddie’s feet, getting up occasionally for refills. He’d warmed up to me. Stroking my hair and smiling down on me, he even gave me a crisp.
The game played out and by the end of the night it was time for me to clear up. This I did as Daddie sat and watched me, finishing his drink. He wanted it done after they’d all left. As soon as I was done I went over to him to wait for what he wanted me to do next. Without speaking he grabbed me by the hand and took me up to the bedroom, ripped off my clothes and pounded my asshole. He covered me in drunk rapturous kisses and held me tight. We slept.
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