1 comments/ 55483 views/ 0 favorites La Contessa's Party By: SlaveNano The palace was a hive of activity. La Contessa has returned from her country estate outside Padua to her town palace in Venice for the week. Her palace, overlooking Canale Rigolleto with views of the dome of San Marco, is one of the finest in 18th century Venice. She has announced that she is going to hold a party. Not a grand one, like her famous masquerade balls, but a smaller intimate party for a select group of her confidantes. La Contessa's parties were renowned throughout Venice as being some one of the most risque and erotic events in the city and for those in that social circle who favoured the sexual and bizarre it was a great privelege to be invited. I am relatively new to the Contessa's household and have not yet had the experience of serving at any of her parties. Although only a small gathering the household is busy making preparations. The Contessa is very particular and it is important to her that all of her parties have the right ambience. Everything, the decoration of her salon, the lighting, the food, the music, her dress and that of her servants must be exactly as she desires. The success and reputation of her parties is founded on this attention to detail. She is an exacting mistress and her servants know they will be punished if her every word is not carried out precisely, as I have already found to my cost. It is approaching the time her guests are due to arrive when I receive an instruction from the head of La Contessa's household. I am to attend La Contessa herself, in her boudoir, where she is dressing and preparing herself for the party. This is the first time I have been summoned to attend my mistress personally and I am both nervous and curious as to know why I have been called and what tasks La Contessa will expect of me. When I enter her boudoir La Contessa is sat at her dressing table with her back to the door. She is attended by two servant girls who have been assisting with her dressing. After I have entered the room, she turns in her chair. "Come over here servant and let me take a closer look at you," she pronounces with an icy tone of voice. I move forward and she appraises me quickly with a contemptuous glance. "You are new to my employment, aren't you? Are you still innocent of what goes on at my parties?" "Ma'm, I confess to hearing rumours from other household servants but none of the staff will give any details about your parties," I reply. "Good, that is because those who participate are sworn to secrecy on pain of very severe punishment, which I will have no hesitation in administering if I hear that any of the secrets of my parties are divulged. You will do," she says dismissively. "I have chosen you to be part of the entertainment for my party. Go away and take a bath so that you are fresh and clean for my guests, then return to me in thirty minutes. After you enter my boudoir you will remove your bath robe so that you are naked and then kneel before me. Do you understand slave?" "Yes M'am," I reply. "Good, you are dismissed now." As I return to the servant's quarters to bathe myself I am nervous about what plans La Contessa has for me. The pay for servants in the mistress's household is very good, but when you are chosen to enter her employment, it is made clear that complete loyalty to La Contessa is required and that you will be expected to serve whatever her will is. I am aware that includes all manner of physical punishment and mental humiliation. Now that I have been asked to serve the Contessa directly I am apprehensive at what she might desire to use me for. I carry out her instructions exactly and bathe myself. I do not have long to dwell on these thoughts. The half hour goes quickly and it does not seem long before I am tentatively knocking on La Contessa's boudoir door. "Enter servant," she commands. I enter her room. Her servant girls have now gone and she is alone, still sat at her dressing table, but with her chair turned to face me. I drop my bath robe onto the floor so that I am completely naked, walk towards her and kneel in front of her. Her voice is severe and uncompromising, "You will be the entertainment for my guests tonight. This is a great privelege for you. I expect complete obedience from you. You will follow any instructions from me or any of my guests exactly. You will not address me or any of my guests unless you are spoken to. To do otherwise will be considered the height of rudeness and will be punished accordingly. You will assume the role of slave and submit to whatever pleases myself or my guests. I trust this is quite clear." "Yes, m'am," I reply in a faltering and nervous voice. "First, I need to collar you, to show that when in my presence you are no more than a pet. In fact, I treat my dogs with more attention and respect than I would ever do one of my servants." She takes a leather collar from her dressing table, puts it around my neck and buckles the collar tightly. Then she takes a lead and attaches it to the collar. "First, you must be humiliated in front of all the other household staff, so that you, and they, know what your place is. You will walk to heel and follow behind me on all fours." La Contessa stands up and walks towards the door, giving the lead a sharp jerk, to make sure that I follow. I immediately get down on my hands and knees and crawl behind her. We go down the corridor to the main staircase of the palace. At the bottom of the stairs all of the household are lined up, ready to serve and attend at the Contessa's party. I am made to crawl on all fours down the stairs and then past the silent stares of all of the Contessa's staff who stand on either side forming a corridor of humiliation for me. La Contessa leads me into her salon. The salon is a large room but much smaller and more intimate than the palace's ballroom where La Contessa holds her grand masked balls. The salon is decorated ornately in a baroque style with rich colours and gold leaf. Most striking though is La Contessa's collection of erotic art work from all over the world that adorns the walls. There are tapestries and wall hangings that depict naked Greek Gods and Goddesses in scenes of sexual intimacy. On another wall are sketches from India showing extreme sexual acts of sodomy and fellatio. In alcoves there are sculptures of naked men and women entwined in sexual acts. The whole salon exudes an air of richness and decadence. In the centre of the room is a dais and by its side a large wooden chest with sliver clasps and in front of La Contessa's throne a bench covered in red leather and suspended by chains. A four piece chamber orchestra is sat in a bay window patiently waiting for La Contessa's orders to play. La Contessa mounts the dais and sits imperiously on top of it. She is dressed in a stunning gown of scarlet taffeta and silks. Her corset is pulled tight to expose her ample cleavage. Her dark hair is swept back and decorated with pearls. She wears a golden mask adorned with feathers dyed in green and red. She is beautiful woman with a commanding presence and a tone of voice that implores you to obey her. I am made to crouch at the foot of the dais, still collared, with my mistress holding the lead. "My guests may enter now and pay homage to me," she calls to one of her servants by the door. La Contessa's guests enter the salon. It is a small party – there are only eight guests. They are a stunning sight. They are all dressed in cloaks and hoods of crushed velvet in rich dark hues, dark blues, rich reds, purples, indigos and maroons. They are all wearing pure white silk gloves. Lastly, the faces of all the guests are hidden by plain white masks each with a different expression. La Contessa must have given precise instructions as to the dress code for her party and the effect is stunning. The strangest thing is that, dressed as they are in similar loose fitting cloaks and masks, it is impossible to tell which guests are male and which female. One by one each guest comes forward to La Contessa on her dais. She holds her hand out and the guest is permitted to gently touch her hand with their masked lips. "Thank you for coming to my party. I hope you will enjoy the entertainment and pleasures that I have laid on for you. Join together in pairs and dance. Let the party begin," she exclaims. On that prompt the four musicians start to play. The guests form couples and start to dance around the dais where La Contessa sits and around myself still crouched obediantly at her feet. It is a magical and intoxicating sight as the cloaked figures twirl around me. Then La Contessa claps her hands. The orchestra stops playing, the couples halt their dance and the pair immediately in front of La Contessa come towards her. "This servant has just entered my employ and needs to learn the arts of subservience. For this evening he is our entertainment, a toy that we can play with for our own amusement and pleasure. I think this guest needs his or her boots cleaning," La Contessa says gesturing to one of the figures before her. "Make yourself useful and kneel before her and use your toungue to lick them clean". I nervously crawl forward. The guest hitches up the cloak to reveal a pair of brown ankle boots of soft Italian leather. I stroke my tounge gently up to top edge of the boot, then move back down to work my tounge back up the boot again. Meanwhile the other guests have all gathered round to watch me undertake this demeaning and humiliating task. The masked guest turns to La Contessa. It is a woman's voice that rings out. "Contessa, this is hopeless. I think that if you wish to maintain the hard earned reputation of your parties you must find slaves who can enter into their tasks more thoroughly. I expect my boots to be licked clean more enthusiastically than this." La Contessa replies, "You are absolutely right. I cannot have my guests offended by such dilatory service. Servant, get on all fours and spread your legs whilst you perform this task." She turns to her other guest and says, "I think he needs some punishment to encourage him. Kick him in the balls whilst he performs this task." I feel a crushing blow of leather boot on my balls and gasp in pain. "Servant, did anyone tell you to stop your task while you were being punished. No, they didn't did they? Keep cleaning my guest's boots and don't stop until you are commanded to." This time I work my tounge up the leather harder and faster. I receive another kick in the balls from the other guest. This time, even though the pain is excruciating, I try not to let it distract me from the task at hand. I keep working my tounge up and down the leather boots and every so often receive another kick in the balls from the other guest. This carries on for some time until eventually La Contessa orders me to stop. She turns to her guest. "Are you satisfied with this service yet?" she asks. The guest answers, "Yes, I think this will do. After a poor start I think your servant has cleaned my boots quite thoroughly." La Contessa leans down from her dais to examine the boots. "I think you are being very generous. I still think he needs to be punished some more so that next time he realizes he must carry out his tasks with more enthusiasm from the start. Kick him in the balls some more to teach him a lesson." At first I feel several gentle blows to my balls from the other guest's boot. Then, the intensity builds up as the blows get gradually faster and more intense until I am in agony and feel my balls throbbing with every kick. "That will be enough for now. Change partners and let us have some more dancing." On that command the music starts up again and the robed masked figures start their parade around La Contessa and myself again. After some more dancing La Contessa claps her hand and once again the pair of guests in front of her come forward. "I think that if we are all going to get enjoyment out of this servant he needs to be tied down so he is completely at our mercy." A man's voice replies from behind the mask, "Yes, Contessa, I agree. We like to see our slaves tied down and defenceless so that we can do whatever we like with them. We will perform this task for you so that your servant is prepared for our pleasure for the rest of the evening." The two guests hold out a hand each and lift me up from my crouching position at La Contessa's feet. They lead me over to the red covered bench which is susupended by chains from the ceiling and lay me down upon it, their masked faces leaning over me. Then, they work together to secure me to the bench. The guest that spoke up gestures for me to raise my legs up against the chain. He secures leg spreaders to my ankle and chains and locks me to the hanging chain. At the same time the other guest is chaining and locking my arms down into place against the bench. Finally, together, they pull ropes through hooks on the side of the bench and tie me tightly with soft ropes. Now I am no longer able to move and I know that I am at the complete mercy of La Contessa and her guests. "Excellent. Now that my servant is prepared, change partners, and let us have another dance." The sound of the violins and cello swell up around me. Once again the velvet cloaked bodies swirl around the room, sometimes so close to where I am tied that I can feel the lightest brush of the soft material against me. The same ritual is repeated with La Contessa clapping her hands and two guest coming forward whilst the others gather around the bench to watch proceedings. La Contessa speaks again, "Now my servant must pass through the trial of fire and ice." A female voice calls out, "I will administer the ice Contessa," and then a male voice echoes, "And I will adminster the fire." One of the guests moves forward. She is carrying a small pouch out of which she takes out a handful of crushed ice into her silk gloved hands. She holds the handful of ice against my cock. At first I am startled as I feel the intense cold sensation against such a sensitive part of my body. But, she continues to press the pack of ice hard against my cock and the feeling increasingly becomes one of burning. I squirm and moan as the intensity of the pain builds up. I hear La Contessa and then her guests, who are all watching my humiliation intently, start to laugh at me. Just as the guest with the female voice withdraws, the guest with the male voice approaches holding a a thick candle in an ornate candelabra. "This should be amusing for us all," he says. "Let us see how he squirms when the hot wax touches his ice cold prick." La Contessa leans forward, "don't hold back, hold the candle close to his cock so the heat of the wax is at its most intense." The candle is held over me, so close that I can feel the heat of the flame against my skin and then the hot molten liquid is poured onto the tip of cock. This time I let out not just a moan but a squeal of surprise and pain as the shock of the heat on my cold penis hits me and then the heat of the molten wax penetrates me in waves, a feeling that is both painful but also deliciously exhilerating all at the same time. Then I get another shock. I had been concentrating on the attention being given to my cock but suddenly I feel the icy silken hand of the female guest press ice against my nipples. The two guests work together alternating the ice and hot wax on these most sensitive parts of my body. "There's nothing quite like seeing a slave squirm with pain and discomfort that has been inflicted by his mistress," one female guest laughs. A male voice replies, "he almost looks as those he's enjoying it now he's got used to the sensations". At that, La Contessa immediately intervenes. "I can't have that. He's not here to receive pleasure, he is here to entertain me and my party guests. Anyway we need to get the wax off now." La Contessa reaches into her box and pulls out two whips and passes them to another two of her guests. "Hit him hard on his cock and balls and nipples until all the hardened wax has been whipped off." The two guests set about me, one whipping me on the cock and balls, the other on my already sensitive nipples. I scream out in pain. "We can't have that noise disturbing our fun, I think you ought to shut him up Contessa," says one of her guests. "Yes," she replies, "it is for servants to suffer their punishments in quiet dignity not to disturb our peace and draw attention to themselves." La Contessa herself pulls another object out of her box and steps down from her dais. She dangles the object in front of my eyes and smiles cruelly down at me. It is a ball gag, with a ball made in leather and a leather strap. She lifts my head and tells me to open wide, puts the ball in my mouth and then fastens the strap behind my head. The ball fills my mouth so that the only sound I can summon is a muffled grunt. "That's better, now you can carrying on whipping him without any disturbance." The two guests continue their whipping, the strokes getting harder and more frequent. There is no protest or complaint that I can make, I am completely under their and La Contessa's control and have to accept the punishment given to me. Eventually, all of the wax has been whipped off and my nipples, cock and balls are red and throbbing with the pain of the punishment administered to them. "Stop now, choose another partner, and we will do some more dancing," La Contessa anounces. The guests pair up again and start to dance a stately serenade around the salon in time to the chamber music. My head is spinning with the intensity of the experience whilst the cloaked and masked bodies dance gracefully around me. La Contessa claps her hands again, another two of her guests step forward. "Now, let us prepare this slave for a test of his endurance before we go for the feast that has been prepared for you all." La Contessa hands out more objects to her guests. "I am sure you know what to do with these," she says. "Yes, Contessa," says a female voice. "Yes, Contessa," echoes a male voice, "we will make him suffer with these for your and our amusement." The male slave starts to tie my cock and balls up tightly. At the same time the female slave puts some clamps on my nipples, nipples that are already sore from ice, hot wax and a whip. The pain is intense, but I can make no response, I am completely at her mercy. When the clamps are secured she squeezes them tightly between her fingers. My body jerks, straining against my restraints. The pain is excruciating. "I think that hurt a little bit," the guest laughs and the laughs are echoed across the salon. The male guest has the thin rope strapped tightly around my balls and cock and now he is threading it through a pulley that is above the bench. He pulls the ropes hard and then ties a lead weight onto the end of them so that my cock and balls are pulled up erect and stretched. The female guest has done something similar at the other end of my body, so that the nipple clamps are being pulled by another lead weight. Then, to finish off, another guest starts to apply pegs onto my stretched cock and balls. The pain is intense. Yet, because I know there is no way out of my predicament, I try to endure the punishment and humiliation. La Contessa stands up and steps down from her dais. She approaches me and then announces to her guests. "Now it is time for feasting. Whilst this miserable slave will be left to suffer we will remove to my dining room. Whilst we are drinking fine wine and eating a splendid feast that I have laid on for you, this worthless servant will be left in isolation until we return, fed and refreshed, to take him to new levels of pain and humiliation." At this La Contessa strides towards the door of the salon with her guests following. La Contessa's Party I am left alone to suffer and contemplate what fate awaits me when La Contessa and her guests have finished their feasting. The pain from the weights on my cock and balls and nipples lures me into a hypnotic daze which seems to last for ages until eventually I can hear sounds of activity, animated talking and laughter from outside the salon door. Is my humiliation going to begin again? The door opens and immediately I sense that there is a different mood to La Contessa's party. Gone is the controlled dignity of the cloaked and masked figures from earlier in the evening. The wine and food has created a different atmosphere and guests who are ready for more amusement. As the group enters through the door of the salon La Contessa is still wearing the same gown and mask as before, but her guests are completely different. They have disrobed and removed their masks. They are not entirely naked as all of them have some adornment, leather gloves, boots, belts and straps. The men all have beautifully proportioned bodies, are well built and well hung. La Contessa must have chosen them herself. The women are all beautiful, large breasted, with dark or blonde hair down to their waists. As the guests enter, other servants carry in large couches for the guests to lounge on and tables with crystal goblets and wine. The guests start to pair up. There are clearly no rules to this party, out of the corner of my eye I can see different couplings, a man with another man, a woman with another woman, embracing and kissing one another with wild abandon, some retiring to the couches. La Contessa watches over proceedings with an engaged and satisfied expression, showing obvious delight in the world that she has created for her guest's enjoyment. La Contessa calls to one of her guests, "Lucretia, release the slave from his clamps and weights so we can use him for our pleasure." One of the female guests steps away from the mass of writhing bodies and stands over me. She removes the ball gag from my mouth. She squeezes the nipple clamps tight causing an adrenaline rush of pain and then suddenly she pulls them off. I gasp with the sensation and then feel a further wave of pain as the blood and feeling returns to the tips of my nipples. Then she moves to my cock and balls, sharply removing the clamps and the lead weights. Another female guest stands over me opposite her. They lean over me and their lips touch in a passionate kiss. Eventually they break apart both breaking into a light headed laugh. "I wonder if your servant is hungry Contessa. He's been all trussed up, his nipples and balls stretched whilst we enjoy a marvelous banquet. I bet you'd like some desert, wouldn't you?" "Yes, ma'm," I reply, wondering what to expect. The guest Lucretia collects a crystal glass dish filled with what looks like a rich dark chocolate mousse. She leans over me, her long dark hair brushing against my body. She dips her finger into the bowl and runs it along my lips so I can taste the bittersweet taste of the dark chocolate. She dips her finger into the bowl again, this time slipping her finger between my lips so that I can lick the chocolate off her finger. The taste is sensational. By now my cock has hardened, the eroticism of the guest's actions too sensous to resist. She dips her hand into the glass dish again. This time she reaches her hand down and smothers my erect cock with the chocolate dessert, running the light, creamy mousse up and down the shaft. "Roberto" she calls out, "you wanted seconds of Contessa's delicious dessert didn't you. Well, I've got some here for you, but you'll have to lick it off this servant's cock if you want it." Roberto stands next to Lucretia, puts his arm around her waist, pulls her towards him and they kiss. Eventually, they pull away from one another. "Mmm, yes, I'll suck this slave's cock for some more of Contessa's chocolate mousse." My heart is beating fast, never before have I been subjected to such humiliating treatment, but I am still tied down and completely in the control of La Contessa and her guests. Roberto bends over me and runs his tounge gently up the shaft of my erect cock and continues until all of the chocolate is licked off. Lucretia smothers some more of the chocoloate mousse onto my cock. This time Roberto takes the whole of the head of my cock into his mouth and starts moving his mouth up and down my shaft sucking it hard as the movements get faster and more intense. My balls are fit to burst as I feel an orgasm building up. La Contessa intervenes, "Yes, Roberto, excite him and frustrate him. But remember that nothing we do here is for a servant's pleasure, only ours. Use him how you wish, but deny him the satisfaction of release." At this, the strokes of the Roberto's mouth up and down my cock become slower until eventually he pulls his mouth away from me, having sucked every piece of the chocolate mousse off my cock. I am left denied and frustrated. La Contessa beckons to two of her female guests, "Portia, Francisca, come here, I think I'm ready to have some more amusement with this servant." She reaches into the box by her dais and pulls out two strap on dildos. My eyes water at what punishment I might have to face next. Portia and Francisca help one another on with the strap-on cocks, tightening the belts around their supple waists to hold them in place. To my innocent eyes, never having faced such objects before, they appear fearsome. The strap-ons are long and thick. The two women stand over me, taunting me, the two false cocks bobbing above my face as they smile at me. One of them gently strokes my hair and face, with an expression that is a mixture of amusement and pity. "I think this slave is ready to receive us Contessa, to take these long hard objects into his body so that we can explore all his orifices for our pleasure." "Yes Portia," replies La Contessa, "you know what you must do, penetrate this slave whilst I watch." The guest Portia moves into position by my head, pulls my face to one side and gently slips the strap on into my mouth. "Suck on it slave," she whispers in my ear, "suck on it nice and slowly until we are both ready to work out on you." The head of the strap on is already in my mouth and I suck on it as I have been commanded. The act is very humiliating, but also strangley comforting to suck on this hard object in my mouth being controlled by this beautiful, dominant woman. Now I am aware of Francisca, the other guest, at the other end of the bench with my legs in the air strapped to chains. I feel something thick and slimy being spread over my anus and a finger being inserted. I know what is coming next, but at least I know that some lubricant has been applied before I am penetrated. My head is still to one side with the strap-on in my mouth so I am unable to see the moment of insertion when it finally comes. I feel a probing against my back passage and then I can only suck harder onto the imitation cock in my mouth as the strap-on is pushed inside me, gently with just the head eased in at first, but then pushed hard inside me. Now, I am filled at both ends. The two women work in tandem to penetrate me at first with slow gentle strokes but then harder and more vigorously so that the two strap-ons are thrust deep into me. By now I have lost any control over the momentum of the movement, I can only lie back, an object, abused and penetrated. One strap on is deep inside my arse pressing inside me, the other deep inside my mouth, making me gag and gasp for breath. I am completely in their control. Portia and Francisca continue to get pleasure from me until eventually, my head swirling and my body exhausted, they slowly withraw the hard strap-on cocks from me. My heart is beating, the blood rushing and pounding through my body. Humiliated but strangely and exotically exhilerated all at the same time. La Contessa laughs, "Splendid. Thank you Portia, thank you Francisca. It was very amusing to watch my slave being abused. But don't think your ordeal is over yet. Stephano, Lorenzo, come over here and join us." Two young men rise themselves up from a couch where they have been kissing and fondling one another. They are both already aroused and have large erect cocks. They come forward. I can anticipate what will happen next. Far from any respite, I realise that the performance I have had to endure with Portia and Francisca is going to be repeated with two real male cocks. "Portia and Francisca have already warmed him up for you. Now do what you want with him. Fuck his mouth and arse with real flesh and blood cocks. That's what this slave needs to demonstrate what it means to be my servant." Stephano's voice replies, "Yes, Contessa, whatever is your desire. We will fuck him as hard as we can, until he can take no more." One hard cock is fed into my mouth, I feel the other pushed into my already stretched and sore arse hole. Then the movement begins. Thrusts, forceful and hard, the full weight of the two slaves strong thigh muscles behind them. I don't know how much longer I can hold. Stephano and Lorenzo are grunting with the physical exertion and groaning as they approach their climax. I can do nothing to resist or complain, my mouth is full with cock that is gagging me and it is as much as I can do to take in breaths. Then, all of a sudden the thrust stops and the two cocks withdraw. Portia and Francisca move forward. Portia takes the cock of Stephano which has been in my mouth into her hand, whilst Francisca takes Lorenzo's cock into her hand. The two cocks are held over me – one over my mouth, the other over my own stomach and cock. The two men are at the peak of their excitement now. They want release, and quickly and they don't care where their cum goes as long as they reach their climax. Portia and Francisca are rubbing the two cocks hard. The air in the room is expectant. La Contessa leans forward eagerly anticipating the humiliation being inflicted on me. "Take it, slave. Receive the cum of my guests into your mouth and over your body." I can sense that the two men have reached the point of no return. Suddenly, simultaneously, there are two groans and spurts of hot white spunk into my mouth and all over my abdomen. I swallow the seed down into my mouth. I feel the hot, thick, sticky substance on my body. All of a sudden the tense atmosphere in the room is broken as La Contessa and all her guests laugh at me, laugh at the predicament I am in with her guests cum all over me. "Delightful, there is nothing that pleases me more than to see a servant submit to such an extreme and decadent act. But, I have not finished with him yet." She pulls out another object form the wooden box by her side. "Julia, take this and have your pleasure with my slave." Julia comes forward with what looks like another strap-on cock, but the design is slightly different. I realise that it is a gag with a large cock potruding from one side and a smaller one on the other. Julia straps the object round my head. The smaller cock fills my mouth and I hold onto it with my teeth as Julia tightens the straps and the gag is tightly in its place. Then I see her raise herself up and straddle me. I watch as she lowers herself onto the cock and allows it to penetrate her. She lets out a gasp of pleasure as the object fills her to its full depth. Two more male guests come forward – they gently touch and kiss her body and breasts as she works herself up and down on me. They kiss her and squeeze her nipples as she fucks herself on the gag. I am helpless and can only suffer as she pushes the whole weight of her body down hard on me, moaning loudly with pleasure until finally she lets out a scream and her whole body shakes over me as she reaches her climax. She lifts herself off the cock gag helped by the two male guests. Another guest releases me from the gag and unties the chains that are still holding me onto the bench. La Contessa leans forward in her throne, "This is what my servants are for. to be used by me and my guests for our pleasure," she announces to the assembled guests. Then she turns her gaze onto me. From behind the mask her steely gaze fixes on me. "Now, slave, do you understand what it means to serve me? You must submit your whole body for MY pleasure and amusement without complaint or objection. That is your role in life. Do you understand, servant?" "Yes, mistress," I reply. "You have served us moderately well and I am pleased with you. But, be warned, whilst in my service you can be subject to punishment, humiliation and abuse at any time. It gives me pleasure to see how pathetic slaves can be controlled and made subject to my will. Up to now I have only been an observer on my proceedings, but now it is the turn of my guests to give me pleasure as I will undress and join them to receive their touches and kisses and may even allow myself to be penetrated for my own pleasure. But this is not a sight for servants, only for my privileged guests. You must leave us now." She claps her hand. The doors of the salon open and two of her servants come to lift me off the bench. I have been chained up for so long that I am unsteady on my legs and exhausted through the physical exertion of the ordeal that I have gone through. But, more than that, is the mental and spiritual exhaustion. I am in a daze and my head is spinning with the feelings of submission and devotion for my mistress induced by the events of the evening. I collapse onto my knees. "Thank you mistress," I gasp. "Your devotion is welcome, servant, you may be chosen to serve me again. Now, take him away from my presence." The two servants carry me out of La Contessa's salon to the loneliness of my own chamber. I have tasted servitude to La Contessa and, whatever trials and humiliation I must suffer, I know that my deepest desire is to be summoned into her presence to serve her again.