After applying lotion all over my freshly shaved body, I spent over an hour putting on my makeup. I even wore false eyelashes, which I do rarely. I wanted to look especially pretty tonight. I was so completely filled with anticipation at meeting Candi that I thought of little else the entire time I prepared. I’m not exactly sure why, but she had definitely put me under her spell during our online encounters. I was like a young girl going out on a big date.
I was done dressing by 6:00 and went down the stairs to make sure everything was just right before our guests would arrive at 7:00. Mistress was having a glass of wine and listening to some old Whitney Houston tunes.
“Yes Mistress, thank you for putting out my clothes. May I get you anything?”
“You must be Crissi,” were the only words she spoke as she reached back and took Carl’s hand in hers and they both stepped into the house.
It was all a little weird to me, being such a submissive little bitch. The vibe from Candi and Carl was very different.
“Get the fuck over here and stop fucking around,” she commanded.
I mouthed, “I’m sorry” to Candi and ushered her and Carl into the living room.
After a round of introductions and a brief exchange of pleasantries, Mistress Staci told me to get drinks for everyone, which I did, including the sissies and myself. I served everyone and sat down in a nearby chair. Miss Vicky was on the loveseat, with Stevi sitting next to her, and Mistress was on the sofa with Carl in the middle and Candi on the far end.
Miss Vicky was, as always, the most vocal. I kind of both envied and pitied Stevi, for the way she loved to humiliate him. She was laughing, clearly enjoying herself as she told stories about all the cocks she had forced Stevi to service. She teased him about begging to be fucked, about walking home from a party with her dress torn and cum dried in her hair.
Carl was a bit of a mystery man. Candi hadn’t told me much about him, other than that he worked for an investment firm, and that he had a thick 8 inch cock with a large cut head. He was sitting with his hand on Mistress Staci’s thigh, engaged in the conversation with the other dominants. I have to admit that he looked to be very muscular, and his short cropped hair suited his rugged face. The combination of tattoos on his large biceps and the single hoop he wore from his left ear were a bit menacing, but his smile and gentle demeanor countered the feeling, and the gleam in his eyes when he looked at Candi spoke to something deep.
After probably an hour of chit chat, Mistress finally took control of the room.
“I think it’s time to get on with the evening,” she said in a commanding voice.
“My sissy has some service to provide tonight.”
“Let us see you, Bitch. Stand up and show our guests how pretty you are,” she ordered.
To be continued . . .
To be continued . . .