Dominatrix Cocktail Party

Dominatrix Cocktail Party

Dominatrix Cocktail Party. Some slaves are more adept at others at making themselves useful. I have an eccentric slave that looks a little like Frank Zappa. He’s a tall and lean Greek-Italian with thick, dark, curly hair and a restless personality. His self-styled slave name is Fungus. This is a short tale of how Fungus, a submissive suck with a huge and unwieldy cock, was pressed into service at my Dominatrix Cocktail Party.

When he entered, I stood ready with my trusty Saddle by my side. Saddle is my harness slave who shadows me for set-ups at sex receptions and cocktail parties. “On your knees,” was my welcome. He looked a little miffed as I noticed his drooling eyes darting around the great room, absorbing all the guests. “On your knees,” I repeat, followed by a stiff WHACK across the top of his dangling meat package. Down on all fours, it’s clear that I was correct. His big 6’4” frame makes the perfect legs for my footed (and ambulating) appetizer tray.

Magic at The Dominatrix Cocktail Party

Poof! Fungus transforms into a tray. Deftly (without pomp or hesitation), Saddle fits the enormous sterling silver serving tray on his back. This antique tray is VAST with a huge oval shape. It makes Fungus look just like the table he was born to be. Extremely heavy due to the ornate Rococo design, this special tray is always used to circulate refreshments to all the guests. It is a hotly anticipated fixture, in fact, and such a lovely ice breaker too…

The Dominatrix Cocktail Party silver tray is custom fitted with several leather straps across the bottom. Once tray boy is tightly “strapped in” a team of caterers from the kitchen fly into action. Swiftly, they fill the tray with sleek rectangular plates of hot appetizers speared with toothpicks. An attached footed silver bowl in the center quickly overflows with grapes, figs, and strawberries. On one side of the tray rests hundreds of circles of sliced French baguette and a huge wheel of Camembert cheese. On the other side, an assortment of crackers, a cheese knife, and a huge wheel of Humbolt Fog await. “Mistress Justine, this tray feels so HEAVY!” intones TRAY BOY.

“Shh – Silencio! With Mistress Justine’s heels positioned on the floor beneath tray’s downward face. “Start walking, head down.” “Don’t look up and don’t flinch.” “If you ruin TRAY SERVICE you will be severely punished.”

Serving with quiet dignity and grace is the name of the game at The Dominatrix Cocktail Party.

Tray begins his submissive migration throughout the great room. His arms and legs gently press forward, dragging slowly across the floor. Tray must remain level and provide elegant and seamless hospitality. Noticing that all he can see is the floor beneath him is such bitter disappointment. His ears twitch, and all of his senses sharpen.

Therefore, he attempts to absorb and process all the smells, sounds, and movement in the environment around him. In a trance, Tray discovers that if he turns his face to the right or to the left, he can see THE FEET and ankles of some of the guests. With a whimper, he feels the blood rushing to his (ridiculously) huge balls.

“Wait right there, Tray”, a guest commands. Time for Tray to stand perfectly still for as long as it takes this group to enjoy their champagne and other refreshments. He heaves a silent sigh; at long last, he has evolved into a tray at The Dominatrix Cocktail Party.

Large and Hairy and Masculine Painted Toes…

However, two sets of feet appear on the floor just to the right. Between the tickling motion of cheese knives being sunk into cheese and the gentle tinkle of champagne flutes being set down on him, then lifted back up, Tray’s mood brightens. The petite vibrations from the tray shimmer up and down his back, making his long and way-too-thin prick enormously red and erect. He notices the huge hairy toes (painted Beach Barbie blue) of a Sissy Boy Size Queen.

Lastly, the huge masculine toes launch upward, right into his hot and juicy mouth. In the same moment Tray feels a pair of leather gloves harshly spreading the cheeks of his ass as that familiar long stiletto heel slides effortlessly into his hungry hole full on high heels domination. Tray grips it with all his might as the ball of the inserted shoe taps against the back of his balls. Peals of laughter ring out from the guests behind him. Antique ornate Tray’s “journey” of service and submissive hospitality has just begun at The Dominatrix Cocktail Party.  Ready to enter into an erotic trance, then wait no longer and…

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