Some of you knew, some of you may have suspected, but for those of you who had no inkling, I have been fighting a serious illness for the last six months. The photos that have been posted on my blog recently were taken New Year's Eve, when I dipped a toe back into my sexuality for the first time since the surgery last July. My sexuality had been dormant for the most part since then for a couple of reasons. One, my body needed to time to heal. The normal things that Master and I did for our sex play could not be immediately accommodated by my ravaged body. The surgery point needed time to heal without being damaged, and then there was the pain. But those things are beginning to get back to normal, so physically, I was getting there. Second was my psyche needing time to heal as well. It was like my sex drive was put in neutral. The feeling of being damaged goods. While Master and I still had sex, the activities were limited, and still are, although as you will read, the bounds are opening up a bit. He was hesitant to touch me, afraid to hurt me or damage me. I am happy to report that He is beginning to be more physical, more like the old "Master", but still protective of me. Besides being my Master, He is also my husband and life partner. So, he is protective of me.
Master did turn to others for some of the things that I could not give him during this period. We have a quasi open marriage, as my followers know, so it is not unusual for Master to use other subs and slaves. It was somewhat hard on me, because now, Master was not using other women because of his voracious sexual appetite, but because I was unable to fulfill his needs. Other slaves or subs reading this will understand the hurt of not being physically able to serve your Master's needs. It is what we live for.
Most notably, another Master who belongs to The Country Club, and who keeps a veritable harem of slaves and subs at his beck and call, loaned Master a comely wench who is a wonderful girl and nearly as perverted in the breadth of her sexuality as I am. She volunteered to serve Master. For the past five or so months she has crawled at his heel in The Country Club, attended orgies with him, even served his friends and clients as I did in the past. She moved in with us, although she did not share our bed. (I did note from time to time since she has been here, that Master would creep from our bed and go use her in the middle of the night.) She was very respectful of my condition and position, and never made any attempt to supplant me in my bed or in Master's heart. She was here to serve during my illness and even now remains, until I am back to full health. Her name is Judy.
As the holidays approached, Master and I discussed what celebrations we would be having and attending, and what activities we would engage in. I expressed to Master that I wanted to try to participate in some fashion, as much as my health would allow. Master was pleased at this, but still protective, because some of our activities can get rough, particularly since we would be partying with a group of friends from The Country Club. Things have been known to get a bit rough there at times.
For New Year's Eve, we would be dining in a private room at an exclusive restaurant. After dinner, we would retire to a nearby hotel, where the group had rented several rooms on the top two floors, enough that each of the eight couples would have a private bedroom, plus there would be ample space to play. The ample space was provided by the Royal Suite at the hotel. (I hesitate to describe it, since it might give away our location, but here goes.) The Royal Suite is a two story suite at the penthouse level. The upper level is on the top floor of the hotel and the lower level is on the next to top floor. There is a grand stairway that joins the two levels. Off of each central area, there are two bedrooms, and those bedrooms each connected to another, so the total was four bedrooms on each floor. The sitting lounges on each floor of the Royal Suite were sumptuously appointed with a scattering of divans, sofas, chairs, tables and chaises that would provide ample surfaces for our orgiastic activities. The hotel staff had draped the more dainty upholstery with coverlets and throws to protect the furniture as best they could. It helps that one of the couples in attendance just happened to be the hotel owner and his slave.
By the way, one whole wall of the Royal Suite is glass, over looking the city skyline, and providing a spectacular view of the waterfront and the midnight fireworks, should anyone not be providing enough fireworks of their own.
Everyone in attendance was aware of my condition, and some special accommodations were made for it. Unlike the other slaves, I would be allowed to remain partially clothed to protect and hide my surgery site. I had chosen a simple black velvet dress with a vee neckline and a flared modestly long skirt. Under that, I wore a black bra with white polka dots and black patterned pantyhose, which I was chagrined to find had full knitted in panties. You may refer to my blog for photos taken prior to departing for dinner. There is also a hotel hallway flash. grins Judy did not accompany us to dinner, but ate room service at the hotel and joined us for the later festivities. My own duties for the evening would be mostly "clean up", as you know if you follow my blog, one of my favorite activities, and light straight fucking and cock sucking. Nothing too strenuous, and certainly nothing corporal in nature.
Dinner was exquisite. It is a trick to pick the right amount to eat before one of these parties. You want enough food to give you energy, but not enough to bloat you or make you sluggish. You wanted tasty, but not too garlicky, because you are going to be kissing numerous people over the course of the evening. Yes, we actually do kiss frequently as well as join other parts of our body. I had a small steak, creamed spinach and au gratin potatoes. Master had a huge tomahawk rib eye, French fries and broccoli rabe. The wine was a pleasant 1998 Chateau Berliquet. Champagne also flowed freely. Some of the other slaves' dresses for dinner were nearly scandalous. Each couple had their own waiter and some of the guys were new to serving our group, so they had difficulty keeping from staring.
When we had finished eating, we were starting to get up to leave. The tabs were handled by the office, of course, not by being presented to us at the table. The limousines were summoned and coats were being fetched. Master called our waiter over and they spoke conspiratorially. He then brought the waiter over to me and placed my hand in his. "Tip him," He commanded. My stomach started doing flips. This was the first time since surgery that Master had shared me. A small step toward normalcy.
