I feel so elegant and sophisticated. My red hair has just been styled. I'm wearing my sexy spiked heels with the rhinestones that bring me up to five foot four. My shoulder-less red velvet gown is hugging my trim body to just above my knees where it flares out so dramatically to my ankles. My diamond necklace, pendulum earrings and two diamond bracelets, one on each wrist over my white elbow length opera gloves look so retro sexy.
My skirt flies out as I spin, swirling my long braided whip over my head. I'm performing for Madame Deborah's guests.
Life wasn't always this wonderful. At the clinic they explained I have an addictive personality disorder. Ironically it was my corrupt parole officer / pimp that saved me. I'd hit rock bottom as his a five buck a blow crack whore when he sold me to Madame.
She saved my life. Rehab then training. Now I'm her servant, assistant, pet, lover. She is everything to me. She's kept me clean for more than two years now.
Of course at first there was lots of tough love. I slept in the basement dorm with the rest of the trainees. Her 'children' as she calls them. They all get name tags on their collars for their stay. 'Whore, Cunt, Bitch, Dyke, Slut and Faggot.' The only names they are allowed.
Today Madame was in a pink mood. She chose my pink lace bra and pantie set, my pink puff sleeve satin blouse and my pink knee length skirt.
Of course she looked so fabulous in her yellow angora turtle neck with it's big flowing collar, her ankle length dove grey linen skirt and her white leather flats. A long string of pearls drape dramatically around her neck and down her generous bosom. Her long blond hair is up. Her pearl earrings look so elegant. Her makeup is so subtle. Her lips and nails are 'Evening Rose.'
"Give the Children their chores, then I've made a hair appointment for you Pet."
She took me to 'Antoinette's', he's actually Arnold, but with that talent he can be anyone he wants to.
Back home we reviewed the security tapes. Faggot had been sleeping on the couch.
"Rig the rope fall in the ball room then lock the door. After they've cleaned up supper, bring them all in." We talked about the rest of tonight's entertainment. The door bell rang.
Standing there was a stunning raven haired beauty. Her long tresses laid over the collar of her luxurious white fur coat. Her low heel red leather ankle boots matched her soft leather purse. Her eyes betrayed her fear. I took her coat and led her into the parlor. She handed her purse to Madame.
Opening it, Madame took out a sealed envelope. "Pet, open this for me, please."
I took it to the desk by the window and opened it with the ivory letter knife, then returned it.
Madame read. "Well Tanya...Oh Tanya...and then? Oh my...Her favorite sweater? Really Dear? ... Well, no wonder you were sent back for another session.
"Down on your knees girl. Pet, bring the collar from the bottom right drawer."
I fastened it around Tanya's throat.
"One notch tighter, Dear."
It was a wide stiff leather training collar, meant to be uncomfortable and hold the wearer's head up straight, chin high, facing forward.
"Bed five. Lock her clothes and jewelry away. Wide cuffs and black ballet boots, then bring her back to my office."
She had quite the shape when undressed. The ballet boots had an integral short chain between them to hobble her. She winced as she stood in the tight painful boots. Mm, so nice. The promise of things to come.
Her boots click clicked a she followed me along the corridor and up the stairs to the ground floor.
"Look at this girl, your old name tag. Pet." She handed me the silver tag which I attached to the collar. 'CUNT.'
"Pet, go bring the others to the den."
There are four trainees. Two 'boys' and two 'girls.' They kneel in front of the hearth. I stand by the patio doors. Madame leads Cunt in on a leash.
"Go join the others."
Madame sits on the love seat.
"Good afternoon Children."
In chorus, "Good afternoon Mistress."
"Are all your chores done?"
Chorus. "Yes Mistress."
"Good. Tonight you are going to show your hospitality skills. I'm having a little party. Faggot, you will be chef, Bitch will assist you. Whore, Slut and Cunt will set the formal dining room table for ten. Tonight you will serve.
"You will all eat at five, my guests will arrive at seven and we will eat at eight, sharp. Faggot, here is the menu.
"You will all wear 'sexy maid' dresses, even Faggot and Bitch. You'll both wear wigs. Now go!"
"Thank You Madame." they chant and off they go.
My Deborah motions me to sit with her.
"Wear your red gown tonight, Pet. You'll be my sweet dinner date."
She kissed me. We kissed some more.
"Thought about what you'll entertain us with?"
We talked about the plans as we cuddled.
The guests arrived, cocktails were served. The children did very well serving and looking lovely.
Dinner was a great success. Madame Deborah got many compliments on the food and service.
Faggot belongs to a couple of queens in Buffalo who've been too lenient. Bitch and Slut are here for basic training. Madame negotiated a cut of Whore's selling price for training her. You know why Cunt is here.
After they cleaned the kitchen properly I led them all to the ballroom. Madame and her guests were seated chatting at tables around the far wall of the room.
The children eyed the rope fall hesitantly. I lined them up inside the door. Madame stood.
"My dear friends, I hope you all enjoyed the evening so far. Faggot, come."
She snapped her fingers and he rushed over to her.
"This is Faggot. He was the chef that created that wonderful meal."
A round of applause.
"Fortunately for us, but too bad for him, he was bad today. When left alone he slept on the furniture, which of course is against the rules.
"Pet, dear." I rushed to her side. "This is pet. For our entertainment she's going to give us a demonstration of her discipline skills. I give you...Pet."
I bow to the applause and walk to the center of the room. "Faggot. Here."
