Continuing From Book 3...

 

Chapter Thirteen

FIVE DOORS OF HOMAGE

 

Responding to a tug from the leash in Mistress Cheryl's hand, William shuffled into the Great Hall. He remembered how, when last here, he'd sat, restrained in semi-darkness with others to watch the slippery-tongued Mistress Carla do her stuff. Now he found himself in a throng of dress suits and evening gowns. His near nudity made him actually glad of the identity concealing discipline helmet.

Enormous crystal chandeliers cast their subtle golden light on pillared walls of blue and white. Gold leaf sparkled overhead, while on a raised stage, beside the huge fireplace, a small mixed-sex orchestra played a slow waltz. Several elegantly dressed couples danced with well-timed grace, on the polished floor's centre.

The lilting tune, barely made its presence felt over a buzz of laughter and conversation.

The slaves were easy to spot. Male and female, they stood quietly on leashes behind mistresses or masters. Many were near nude and a few were in total undress, except for restraints. Obviously talkative, some were gagged with muzzle or ball.

Mistress Cheryl led her charge through pairs and groups of people who stood chatting, glasses in hand.

She brought him to a well stocked bar, obviously erected for the occasion, at the chamber's far end. Two males and a well endowed female, dressed like William in only rubber pouches, discipline helmets and collars, stood behind the bar, mixing and pouring drinks.

The brown skinned beauty took a serving tray from the bar top and placed its handles in the trainee's strapped hands, enabling him to carry it in the fashion learned at Mistress Cordelia's home. He observed a notepad and pen on its silver surface.

"Just mingle and see what people want, slave William," said Mistress Cheryl, above the hubbub, tucking his leash in his loin pouch waistband. "Off you go then ... and keep on the move!"

Hampered by his hobble, the reluctant waiter moved among the guests and slaves, every now and then spotting other tray bearers like himself, restrained, hooded and pouched. Some were females whose exposed tits bobbed as they shuffled.

On his travels he saw a stunning young Asian woman wrapped in figure hugging silk; champagne glass in hand, chatting to a small group. Her black hair formed an immense tapering plait that trailed behind fully two metres. It was affixed to the groin of a young white male wearing a red thong, a ball-gag and a harness which pulled his wrists up to his shoulder blades.

Without even looking back his mistress moved off. He followed, of course, struggling against a short ankle hobble, to keep up.

Gorgeous in black satin, emeralds and a diamond studded black choker, Mistress Yvette stood farther on with Mistress Yasuko. The Oriental looked equally striking in a gown of yellow-blue Chinese silk, split at the thigh, to reveal a black stocking band. William half expected to see a dagger there.

The women exchanged conversation with a cluster of guests while slaves of both sexes waited on the fringe, in all but naked restraint.

"Just a moment, slave!"

The call made itself heard above the jollifications and was accompanied by a prod in the trainee's back that caused him to turn. Not until he adjusted his gaze, however, did he see a petite female in a black evening gown. Barely reaching his chest, she sported a closely cropped head of brown hair and clutched a leash that led to the collar of a younger female, nude except for rubber muzzle, nipple rings and wrist restraints, that kept her hands at her back.

Although she was large breasted, most eye catching from William's point of view, was that her head was as hairless as her pussy.

Her mistress snatched up the notepad from the bondman's tray, scribbled an order for a highball and dropped it back on his salver.

"Hurry up with that," she said sternly.

He shuffled to the bar where one of the male attendants tore off the order, mixed the drink and placed it on his fellow inmate's tray.

The pocket-sized mistress eyed William's return with impatience and reached up to tug open his mouth zip.

"What's your name, slave?" she inquired.

On being told, she re-zipped him, then tugged away his loin pouch waistband with one hand, removed the ice cubes from her drink with the other and let them fall. Snapping back the rubber, she left the cubes melting against her victim's pleasure tackle.