My New Family Ch. 04

"Mm." I wake up and stretch. I'm alone in my bed and my clitty has a piss hard on. Miss Beth explained to me girls don't have cocks, they have clits.

My darlings went to a dinner party last night and didn't get home until late. It's the first Friday in February, the start of Peace Week. The week long celebration of the end of WW3, when the world wide matriarchy began.

This is my first Peace Week with them. The last ten months since Mother sold me to the ladies has rushed by.

I use the bathroom put on subtle makeup, then get dressed. My short sleeve, square neckline, pleated skirt Yellow and white floral printed dress. It's hem is three inches above my knees. On my feet are my lemon yellow, three inch block heel, round toe pumps.

I make the coffee, and am half way through my first mug when Miss Gwen comes down and goes straight to the coffee maker. "Good morning Darling."

"Good morning Miss Gwen."

She pours her coffee and comes to join me at the kitchen table.

"What was the party like, Miss?"

"Tres chic! All the husbands in white jackets and bow ties. Very formal. Several old friends I hadn't seen in a while were there. And a lady I hadn't met before turned out to be your aunt. Dorothea Lemon."

"Really!" Aunt Dot is Mother's oldest sister. Tall, beautiful and always elegantly dressed.

Just then Miss Beth came in. "Stay sitting Misty, I'll get my own coffee."

I had the glasses of mango juice, bowls, cereal, milk and sugar already on the table.

"I was just telling Misty we met her aunt last night."

"Mm, seems like a nice lady."

As I started to clean up Miss Beth said, "I have to go in to work, Should be back by noon."

"Drive carefully, dear. The snow didn't let up all night."

She left for work. Miss Gwen went to get dressed, and I started cleaning up.

Mid afternoon Miss Gwen said some of their friends were coming over and gave me very specific instructions, including what to wear.

My sexy black velvet maid's dress with all the crinolines and white chiffon trim, pink frilly panties over my small pink clitty cage, white lace top stockings, and four inch spike heel padlocked ankle straps. I pulled my hair back into a pony tail and tie it with a black ribbon. Slightly slutty make up, including too much eye liner, rouged cheeks and sparkly pink lip gloss and nails.

Both my mistresses looked so elegant in ankle length dresses and jewels. A diamond choker and diamond bracelets on each wrist for Miss Gwen, and a long two row pearl necklace that nestled between Miss Beth's boobs.

First to arrive was Ms. Carruthers. I think she's a fair bit older than my mistress. I took her natural, full length mink and hung it in the closet. Under it she wore a dove grey pant suit and a bow collar soft pink satin blouse.

"Tell Misty what You'd like to drink Lizabeth. We're having white wine."

Just then the doorbell rang. I opened the door to Ms. Krupp.

"Ingrid, come in! You know Lizabeth, don't you?"

"Yes, of course, Hi Liz."

I took her purple cape with the fur trim around it's perimeter and hung it up. In the bad old days, she's be called a 'bimbo'. Tall shapely, and dressed to show off her magnificent body, wearing a sparkly blue mini dress, and extreme spike heels. Shoulder length blond hair, vivid blue eyes, and big soft kissable lips.

I followed the ladies to the living room. The windows were set to a Versailles parlor scene. Arch top windows overlooking formal gardens. Our guests both decided on white wine as well.

The door bell rang again.

It was Ms. Boys, she had her sexy sissy maid in tow on a long pink leash. Under her blue fox stroller she wore a pink, long sleeve angora sweater dress, and pink pointed toe pumps.

As I hung up her fur she spread her arms, "Come, give Aunt Suzi a kiss!"

She's not my aunt, but the chance to feel that soft cuddly angora dress, well.

"Debbie, give Misty a kiss."

Oh! The horny bitch didn't just kiss, she slipped me her tongue.

Debbie and I served the ladies and stood together by the parlor door. So beautiful, all the elegant beautiful ladies in the exotic French parlor.

I wasn't actually paying too much attention to their conversation when I felt Debbie reach for my hand as say, "Yes, please Mistress Susan."

I focused. All the ladies were smiling at us.

Well," said Miss Beth," Misty is caged. How about she sucks Debbie off instead?"

Oh! "Yes Mistress Beth." I said. Well I do like sucking her clitty, so.

Debbie turned to face me, and in profile to the ladies, as I got to my knees. She lifted the short skirt of her royal blue velvet maid's dress. I pulled her satin and lace sissy boi panties down to her knees. It was no bigger circumference than mine, but must be a good ten inches long.

I kissed her knob and fondled her nuts. I smiled up at her. Her return smile was warm.

I kissed and licked her knob, then wrapped my slut pink painted lips around it. I swirled me tongue around her knob then swallowed. As it did, I looked up. Debbie blew me a kiss.

I closed my eyes and swallowed as I fondled her nuts.

"Mm, mm, mm, mm." I hummed as I gobbled. "Mm, mm." Nice hard cock. "Mm, mm."

"Gh!" Debbie started to cum, than pushed me back and gave me my first facial.

The ladies all clapped. Debbie helped me to my feet. We bowed for the ladies.

Then I excused myself, went to my bathroom and fixed my face.

All in all, quite a party.