A New Calling Ch. 02

Note from the author

I really hope you enjoy this story. While parts of it are things that have really happened, most of it is pure fiction and pure fantasy.

As such, and in response to a couple of comments, I'd like to make it clear that bits of it are less realistic than others, and also that our submissive hero is having the time of his life!

Sex and BDSM must always be consensual, and the types of activities always agreed in advance. There must always be a safe word. And finally, everyone involved must be kept safe - a trust relationship is paramount.

For the purposes of making it feel exciting, I don't dwell on or mention most of that in the story, but please take it as a given.

Chapter Two - An undiscovered fantasy

I blinked as Katy led me out of the dingy shed and into the bright sunny spring day.

My wrists were tied behind my back now, so she was leading me by my hard cock - which required me to try to match my walking pace exactly to hers to minimise uncomfortable tugs. But the inevitable little yanks felt so damn good.

I was, of course, completely naked. Katy was grinning mischievously as she looked at me over her shoulder. I was consumed with a heady mixture of incredible sexual arousal and nerves. She had just told me that I was about to be joining her four friends, who were in the house chatting and laughing. I could hear them already, as we climbed the 3 steps onto the decking and approached the patio door.

Just moments before I had been orally pleasuring Katy, and I could still taste her. My tongue remembered how beautiful her pussy had felt, and my unfulfilled cock longed to be inside her.

You might think that the knowledge that Katy and her friends had been watching me on a screen throughout made it slightly less humiliating to now be led in to see them in person - but I was dreading it. Being there in front of them, in the flesh, in close proximity, was a scary prospect. Especially in such a state of sexual arousal.

Seeing how nervous I was, she stopped, and without letting go of my cock (which was super hard by the way, despite my nerves), she said, smiling kindly:

"Oh but this is something that massively turns you on slaveboy - don't you remember? I asked you. At New Year."

I did remember. The truth was that she had asked my cock, not me. She always consulted my cock before doing anything new to me. If my cock grew harder, then she went ahead, because it told her that whatever my protests might be, it was something that turned me on. And she was always right - I'd never once felt like I wanted to use my safe words.

We had been at a New Year's party at Sally's apartment - one of the friends who I was about to be re-introduced to.

There had been lots of us there - all Katy's close friends from school - and it had been a very fun night. We'd all got drunk and danced, and I'd enjoyed being surrounded by so many attractive girls. There were only 3 of us guys, and probably 8 girls - and every single one of them was attractive. Sally herself was blonde like Katy, extremely petite, but very feisty. She had a brilliant sense of humour, and was something of a life and soul sort of person. I liked her instantly.

But it wasn't just Sally who was here today in our house. All of them had been at that party.

Tanya was memorable because of her long and beautiful red hair, and because of the little playsuit she'd been wearing that night, with no bra underneath, meaning that I was slightly distracted by the way her breasts moved as we all danced to the insanely loud music in Sally's studio flat.

I remembered Laura as being the tall athletic girl in a silver sequined dress that was incredibly short on her. She was more reserved than the others, but she got very animated in a conversation with me on the sofa about how lucky I was to have Katy, with her sexy mouth close to my ear, and also about how I was better looking than Katy's ex which was nice to hear.

And then there was Gillian. Gillian was beautiful, with short dark tousled hair, lots of eye make up, and a dress that was more like a negligee. She was flirtatious, and mischievous, and she and Katy were thick as thieves. Katy had shared lots of stories of the mischief the two of them had got up to in school. The truth was that I fancied her almost as much as I fancied Katy, and Katy knew it.

It was Gillian who saw me naked that night.

The sleeping arrangements had been simply to bring a sleeping bag and see where you could find to lay your head!

Apart from the bathroom, there were no other rooms. There was Sally's bed in the corner, for her and Luke - her boyfriend at the time. There was a little sofa, which Gillian slept on, and everyone else was on the floor, including Laura and her boyfriend Nathan, Tanya, perhaps three other girls, and me and Katy.

It was like a squat, being surrounded by so many sleeping people. Tanya was literally about a foot away from me. Gillian was just the other side of her, under some blankets on the sofa.

Apart from Sally and Luke, everyone just slept in their clothes, or took off their trousers before slipping into their sleeping bags, which is what Katy and I did.

I remember as everyone was settling down to sleep, at probably 2am or thereabouts, me and Katy had gone into the bathroom together and were snogging against the door.

If we'd thought we could get away with having sex in there without being heard, we would have done, because we were both super horny for each other. And as we kissed, she was manhandling my cock through my jeans.

"Okay, I need a wee," she said drunkenly, suddenly pulling away from me.

She yanked down her tight black jeans and sat on the loo, and as I heard the tinkling sound begin she said to me:

"Can I wear your T-shirt as a nightie? This top isn't very comfortable for sleeping in."

And she started to take it off, leaving her topless.

I admired her body - because she was pretty much naked now with her jeans and knickers pulled down, and nothing on her top half.

Of course, I had to say yes to giving her my T-shirt, but I hesitated, not really wanting to emerge from the bathroom without my shirt on with all those people watching me, but I said: "Yeah sure, okay."

So I peeled off my T-shirt and gave it to her, and she put it on. It wasn't especially warm in Sally's little apartment now, and I remember that her nipples were very hard. I very much would have liked to touch them, or take them into my mouth.

Then she took her jeans off completely, pulled her knickers back up, and left the bathroom carrying her jeans and top, looking very sexy in just my T-shirt.

I locked the door behind her, and went to the toilet myself, and then came out slightly shyly, a little embarrassed at being topless.

I had nothing to be embarrassed about. I had a good body. But still - there were a lot of attractive girls there.

Gillian had her eyes open, and I saw her look me up and down wearing just my low-rise jeans. Three other girls were looking at me too, including Laura who raised her eyebrows in a way that made me feel very self conscious as her gaze wandered to my toned chest and stomach. Her boyfriend Nathan was already sound asleep as far as I could tell, oblivious to his girlfriend perving at me.

I got to Katy, who was already in the sleeping bag we were sharing, looking up at me with amusement in her eyes.

"You won't be very comfortable in those jeans," she said.

Knowing that she was right, and ignoring everyone else in the room as best I could, I took them off, leaving me in my tight black boxer shorts, and hurriedly slid into the sleeping bag next to her.

Katy used one free hand to fold her and my jeans into something which served as a pillow for both of us, and then snuggled into me.

It was a very confined space to be sleeping in with her, even though the sleeping bag was apparently designed for two people. But I loved that every inch of her body stretched out next to mine was touching every inch of mine. Her long smooth legs entwined themselves with mine, and as we closed our eyes, I rested my hand on her hip, and she placed a hand on my stomach and softly caressed me there.

I slipped my hand down to her bare thigh and then underneath the T-shirt to where the thin strap of her knickers descended to her pubis, and gently explored the shape of her.

Her hand moved down to my boxer shorts, and began to slowly wank my growing cock through the fabric.

Everyone around us was quiet and still now. Outside, there were still occasional fireworks going off, but otherwise it was just the hushed sound of a dozen people breathing or faintly snoring.

Knowing that half the people were still awake, I tried to control my breathing, as Katy continued to wank me. We did this for a long time, touching each other, teasing each other. But Katy didn't open her thighs for me at all, so I simply enjoyed caressing and gently groping her body.

After some time, she peeled down the front of my boxers, leaving the waistband half way down my erection, pinning it to my stomach as she tickled and stroked the underside of my bell end where I was most sensitive. She knew what this did to me, and that it would make it hard for me to keep quiet if she kept going. Which of course she did.

Her arm prevented me from touching much of her body other than her side, her hip, or her thigh - but with a stretch I could caress her bottom and so I did, enjoying the smallness of her knickers, and how indescribably perfect every curve of her was.

Then she was pulling my boxers down further, freeing my cock, her foot taking over the job of yanking them all the way down my legs, until I wasn't wearing them any more, and I was naked inside the sleeping bag.

The only naked person in the room.

She continued to wank me now - slowly, her fingers curled around me, squeezing me occasionally, enjoying how hard I was, and how big in her hand.

Oh I was so worked up, and I was wondering if we could possibly have sex without anyone knowing.

But then Katy whispered in my ear: "Time for us to sleep now sexy boy. You can fuck me tomorrow."

And she slapped my cock in the confined space. Twice. Three times.

And finally she wriggled herself round so that she was facing away from me, pushed her bottom against my cock, and whispered: "Night."

I lay there for what felt like a very very long time, acutely aware of my shaky breathing, and how my cock was pressing against her bottom, throbbing for her, but totally ignored.

But when Katy said goodnight, she always meant it.

I must have fallen asleep eventually, because the next thing I knew, I woke up from a dream to realise that I desperately needed a wee. This is the problem with drinking lots of beer.

At first I lay still, contemplating whether I could just hold it - but that was clearly not an option. So then I wondered what I could put on, because I was of course completely naked.

Katy was wearing my T-shirt. My jeans were under her head. And my boxers were presumably somewhere at the bottom of the sleeping bag - but try as I might, I couldn't find them with my toes.

I looked around me at all the sleeping bodies. They all seemed sound asleep. Nathan was snoring. Tanya next to me was making little noises in the back of her throat as she slumbered.

I stretched my head round to look at Gillian. She too looked fast asleep.

There was nothing for it. I'd have to go to the toilet naked.

As carefully as I could, I shuffled my way up and out of the sleeping bag without disturbing Katy - but once I was out of it, crouching next to her head looking around with one final check, Katy suddenly rolled over and looked at me.

"Where do you think you're going?" she said sleepily.

"The toilet," I said. "Do you know where my boxers are?"

She smiled. "No idea."

"Can you check by your feet?"

"No," she said, shaking her head.

I could see from her expression that she was enjoying my predicament.

I didn't know what to say - she was deliberately making it impossible for me to do anything other than head to the toilet naked, surrounded by all these people.

"Go on then," she said.

I hesitated. I looked around again. No one had stirred.

I closed my eyes briefly, swallowed, and then plucking up my courage, I went for it.

I stood up and, stepping gingerly over sleeping bodies, I went off to the bathroom, conscious of every creaking floorboard, and the squeak of the door hinges as I went inside.

Once inside, I sighed with relief, even though I knew I was going to have to walk back the way I'd come, and quickly went to the toilet as quietly as I could.

But it was on the way back that Katy, watching and grinning, decided to play a wicked trick on me.

"Ahhhh ahhhhhhh CHOO!!!!" She gave a loud fake sneeze.

My heart stopped and I looked around at everyone in panic. People were stirring, shifting.

And then I saw Gillian. Her eyes were wide open and she was looking at me in surprise.

And then her surprise turned to delight.

Covering myself with my hands, I now dashed as fast as I could towards our sleeping bag - which of course meant towards Gillian as well.

I was blushing furiously, but Katy was suppressing laughter as I slid into the sleeping bag next to her as fast as I could, while still trying - and failing - to cover myself with one hand.

None of us said anything, and to my knowledge no one else had woken up and seen me.

But cruel Katy was giggling quietly as she kissed me briefly on the lips, and patted my semi erect cock sympathetically.

Then she wriggled herself into as comfy a position as she could on her back, rested her hand on my cock, and whispered goodnight.

So once again I lay there with my heart beating, as my cock grew in her hand.

I glanced round and to my shock, Gillian was still looking at me. She gave me a wink, and I turned away blushing.

The problem with your girlfriend holding your cock as she goes to sleep, is that it's at once very sexy, and also unbelievably frustrating because you can't touch yourself - you just have to lie there feeling horny.

And to make matters worse, Katy's hand twitches as she drifts off to sleep, which gave my cock thrilling little squeezes, but then nothing else.

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In the morning, I woke to find that I was alone in the sleeping bag. Katy had got up, as had several of the others, including Laura and Nathan, Tanya, Sally and Luke, and Gillian. They were sat at the tiny dining table chatting, and when Katy spotted that I was awake she told me to come and join them.

I felt around in the sleeping bag but I couldn't find my boxers anywhere. Also, my trousers were gone too.

"But, where are my clothes?" I asked her.

"How should I know?" she replied innocently. And Gillian chipped in: "Well does it matter? You were perfectly willing to wander around naked last night!"

I blushed, and of course the others then wanted to know the details.

Laura piped up: "You're wearing boxer shorts, so you can come and join us!" winking at Katy.

"That's right," Katy agreed. "Come on. Out you get. Don't be shy!"

"No," I protested. "I can't. You know I'm not wearing any boxers. And I can't find them!"

Laura looked surprised and amused, as did the others.

"Well that was very careless of you," Katy remarked, grinning. "Unless that's them?"

She pointed across the room, and as I followed her gaze I saw my boxer shorts hanging on the corner of the TV.

"What the...?" I exclaimed, but then the obvious truth dawned on me. Katy had put them there.

She was grinning wickedly, in her element fucking with me like this. I laughed.

"Could you get them for me?"

"No! What am I?" she retorted. "Your slave?"

Well this was deliberately intended to remind me that actually it was me that was the slave a lot of the time, and I blushed.

In the end, it was one of the other girls who had been trying to keep sleeping and finally given up and sitting up, grabbed my boxers and threw them to me.

The others booed, but I thanked her, and retrieved them from where they'd landed a couple of metres away.

I then awkwardly got them on inside the sleeping bag and wriggled out, standing up and adjusting them slightly as they seemed a little tighter than usual - perhaps because I was semi erect. I figured that that wasn't really visible to the others, but actually, looking down I could see that I was filling my little boxers quite well.

I approached the table feeling quite self conscious. Despite the win with getting my underwear back, the fact remained that I was the least dressed out of any of them.

Gillian gave me a little wolf whistle and I blushed.

"Damn, I have to hand it to you Katy, he looks really good in those."

I suppose she was complimenting Katy for her choice in boyfriend, but it was of course objectifying to be spoken about like that, and I not only blushed deeper, but I felt my cock swell a little more.

I quickly got myself sat down at the table next to Katy.

For the next hour or so we sat there chatting, and Sally served up toast and tea, and all the while Katy was stroking my thigh under the table in a way that I found intensely sexual. Especially as she periodically very deliberately brushed against my cock. It was just enough that I was just the wrong side of semi-hard to be able to decently stand up.

And as time went by, and people were getting dressed and beginning to leave, it was clear that at some point I was going to have to get up and get dressed - but Katy kept me in that state of being partially aroused.

Finally she got up, leaving me as the only person left at the table. But she took mercy on me, fetched my clothes, and placed them down in front of me.

Gratefully I pulled my trousers on under the table, and meeting her eye, we exchanged a look which we both knew meant that we would be having sex the moment we were home.

As it turned out, when we did finally get home, she wanted to play with me for a while first, handcuffed to the bannister.

And it was then that she'd asked my erection how I felt about being naked in front of all those girls.

My mutinous cock had responded with the truth that I found the whole thing incredibly arousing - and so my fate was sealed. I saw now, as I was led naked across the patio to the house by my cock, that a day like today had been an inevitability.

I was both terrified and insanely turned on.

I both dreaded the humiliation of it, and yet craved it.

She slid open the patio door and led me across the threshold, and there before me they all sat, conversation paused as they all stared delightedly at me.

I felt the colour rise in my cheeks, and my cock stiffen still more in Katy's hand.

"So here he is!" Katy announced, as if introducing the star of the show.

Gillian and Tanya both greeted me by name, but Katy corrected them: "This afternoon he is just to be referred to as 'slaveboy' - aren't you slaveboy?"

I didn't reply. I just tried not to make eye contact with anyone.

But with surreptitious glances, I'd taken in the array of attractive women who were sat here in our open plan kitchen on the L-shaped sofa, bathed in the afternoon light.

There was Gillian in a green flowery maxi-dress, which she looked beautiful in. She was sitting forward avidly looking me up and down. Of course, she'd seen me naked before - but these circumstances were very different.

Tanya with her red hair glowing in the sunlight. She was wearing small denim shorts and a black strappy top, relaxing back with her bare legs crossed and an arm draped along the back of the sofa, behind Gillian. She was sexy as hell.

Petite Sally was in a tight minidress, the light blue stretchy fabric showing off her slim figure. She was sitting upright with her legs demurely together, sipping her wine and looking directly at where Katy was holding me.

And finally there was Laura, much taller than little Sally, wearing black leggings and an off-the-shoulder maroon top which showed off some of her toned stomach. She was sat with her legs apart and a hand resting on her inner thigh, and I instantly found myself imagining kneeling down with my face between her long athletic legs.

Just as I was thinking that, Laura said: "Why hello slaveboy," in a deliberately husky voice which made the others shriek with laughter.

Katy still hadn't let go of me, and I realised that it made me feel safer somehow - as well as hiding my modesty a little.

"Soooo," Katy said, talking over their chatter and making them stop and listen attentively, "Here's the rules girls - you listening? Okay good. Slaveboy here is mine - so take care of him. Even though he's going to be serving us dessert, and keeping our wine topped up, you're not allowed to touch him. Got it?"

So I was to be their, what - naked waiter? Butler in the buff? This role was, of course, news to me, but I felt hugely turned on by the idea. And enormously relieved about the no touching rule.

"Of course you've all just seen him tied up and spanked. But what you didn't see was him going down on me," she went on, and all four of them erupted at this.

"I knew it!!!" Sally was shouting. "I knew that's what was happening off camera!"

"Yes!!! Go girl!!!" Laura was laughing.

"Oh my god!!!" exclaimed Tanya. "You cheeky mare - just disappearing off to get some lip service!!!"

Gillian's face was like a kid who'd just found out that they'd missed out on the chocolate ice cream. "You lucky lucky girl. Wish I had a slaveboy to give me some attention when I fancied it!"

Katy carried on talking, ignoring them but laughing. "And you remember I told you that I'd brought him right to the very edge of an orgasm just before you turned up?"

They enthusiastically affirmed that they did as Katy went on: "Well what I'm trying to say is that slaveboy here is pretty sexually frustrated right now. So if you see him eyeing you up or anything, make sure you let me know - because I expect best behaviour from him."

And with that, she let go of my cock and strolled off to the kitchen area, leaving me completely exposed. With my hands tied behind my back, there was no way to cover myself.

It's safe to say that the women's reactions were overwhelmingly positive about my body and my cock.

Sally: "You are... one lucky bitch Katy!"

Gillian: "Fuck!"

Laura: "Oh my god, that thing is huge."

Tanya: "I thought you said he worked at the hotel. He's like a porn star!"

Gillian, falling about laughing: "A very shy porn star!"

Sally: "Look at the body on him - I would totally keep him naked about the house."

Laura: "I think Luke might mind about that!"

Sally: "I don't think that'll be an issue."

Katy didn't reply to any of them, but returned with a pair of scissors - not a knife this time thankfully - and stood behind me to cut my wrists free.

"Okay, go to the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up," she told me. "I want you back here in 5 minutes. And no touching your cock!"

She slapped my sore bottom to send me on my way, and so I left the room quickly to do as she asked. Her friends were chattering excitedly, and I think it was Sally that called out "Don't be long slaveboy!"

I took the stairs two at a time and went into the bathroom, rubbing my wrists and wondering what "get cleaned up" meant.

I decided to have another quick shower, and so I turned on the hot water and got myself soaped up and rinsed off as fast as I could, conscious that I'd only been given 5 minutes.

I cleaned my cock very very gently - even though what I longed to do more than anything was to masturbate. I was so tempted to just make myself come.

I used the flannel on my face, washing off her pussy juices, and when I'd finished in the shower and quickly towelled myself off, I brushed my teeth and used my fingers to tidy up my hair.

I hurried down the stairs, fearful that I'd taken longer than my allotted time, but then hesitated just outside the kitchen door, bracing myself before stepping in.

When I did, I was greeted with enthusiasm and wolf whistles. "What took you so long!" Laura called out over the hubbub. "Naughty boy," said Sally.

Katy said nothing about how long I'd taken, even though I was pretty sure I'd gone over the 5 minutes. She was sat on the sofa between Tanya and Sally admiring me. She gave me a little wink.

Gillian commented: "Nice and clean - and still rock hard I see! Make it bounce!"

I felt myself blush. I glanced at Katy and she nodded.

So, feeling totally humiliated, I jigged up and down a bit so that the weight of my cock bobbed up and down, much to Gillian's and everybody's delight.

Katy spoke over them: "Slaveboy - go and prepare us the dessert and serve it to us!"

Obediently, I turned and walked over to the kitchen area, aware of 5 pairs of eyes watching me from behind now.

"Oh now that is a cute arse," I heard Tanya saying. "And a very nice shade of red!"

There were various other appreciative comments which made me feel both flattered and humiliated at the same time.

"Mmmmm nice bum!"

"Look at the butt on him - I would totally spank that bottom too if he was mine."

"Sexy arse slaveboy!"

And someone wolf-whistled again.

As I busied myself getting the meringues out of the oven that I'd made that morning, and whipping the cream and laying out the plates, my hands were shaking a little. This was genuinely a sexual fantasy coming true - one I didn't exactly know I had. But being totally naked in front of these women, objectified by them, and being made to be subservient to them, turned me on so powerfully.

My cock was getting a bit in the way of what I was doing, bumping into the cupboards and worktop if I stood too close. I was still desperate to touch myself, but of course there was no way I could without being seen.

I half listened to their conversation as I worked, glancing up occasionally and always finding that some of them were looking at me. Only Katy ignored me completely, engrossed in the chat.

Sally was telling them that she'd split up from Luke a few days ago, which elicited surprise from some of them, and the opposite from some of the others. But all of them were immediately sympathetic, and asked her all about it. It seemed that he'd been flirting with this other girl a lot behind her back - and possibly doing more than that - so since she hadn't been that into him anyway, she'd decided to end it.

"Typical man," Laura was saying. "Same with Nathan. Since he lost his job, I've realised that he's been spending his days looking at porn and wanking, instead of finding work. Boys are just sex obsessed."

The others agreed. As I stood there in the kitchen preparing their desserts I thought that spending my day wanking sounded like a lot of fun to me. I'd have given anything to be allowed to do that right now.

Laura continued to complain about Nathan at length, and I noticed that Sally was peeved at the topic of conversation moving on so quickly from her break up with Luke.

But Laura was in full flow: "So he's had no sex drive for ages - he doesn't pay me any attention these days. And then... then I find out that he and his mates have been going to strip clubs. Apparently he actually had a lap dance last Friday - can you believe it?? Meanwhile telling me that he didn't have any money for us to go out together!"

"Oh my god, what a dick!" Katy was saying. "You need to either dump him or teach him a lesson. You can't be putting up with that!"

Everyone agreed, indignant at his behaviour.

"I think you're right," Laura was saying. "Maybe I should give him a spanking!"

There was met with a lot of excited approval and laughter.

"I mean seriously though," Tanya said, turning to Katy. "How did you get your slaveboy here so well trained?"

"Oh, I just took control from day one," she replied, looking up at me and smiling. "Didn't I slaveboy?"

"You did," I said, giving her a little smile back. Our eye contact lingered for a moment, and it felt like something delicious passing between us. Our thing. Our special thing.

"You need to control his orgasms," Katy said, turning her attention back to Laura.

They all leaned in closer now, their happy faces listening salaciously.

"Secuce him. Draw him in. And then make him wait. Deny him. Show him who's boss."

"Fuck I like the sound of that," Laura said. "That actually turns me on quite a lot. Maybe I'm a bit dominant like you."

"Yes!" Gillian suddenly announced, making them all jump. "That's what you are Katy - dominant. You're like a dominatrix! I bet you've got lots of black leather and whips upstairs!"

Katy laughed. "No, I'm afraid not. But I do have lots of sexy little underwear and things that drive him wild. And I do have quite a lot of rope. And handcuffs. And... some other things."

The girls all gasped. Sally had forgotten to be miffed with Laura now, and was as rapt as the others.

At this point, I'd finished preparing the meringues - they were accompanied by fresh whipped cream and semi-frozen fruits, and looked very tantalising. I was pleased with my efforts, but now I hesitated. I knew I should take them over to our guests, but that would mean approaching them and handing them the little dishes in very close proximity. I knew they weren't allowed to touch me, but they could certainly look their fill - close up.

But Katy had clocked me, and ignoring her friends' demands for more information about her kinky equipment, she clicked her fingers at me.

"Come on slaveboy. You took your time. Don't make us wait any longer."

And so I picked up two of the bowls and went over to them, handing them to the two closest ladies, who were Sally and Laura.

All five of them were looking me up and down as I approached - especially at one particular part of me. Both Sally and Laura took their puddings from me without even looking at them.

As if enjoying the attention, my cock bounced and throbbed - at its maximum hardness. I had pre-come gathered at the tip of me.

I actually now found that I longed for one of them to touch it.

But back I went to the kitchen worktop, and picked up the other three. With my hands shaking a little, it was probably a foolish thing to do to try to carry more than two, but I was trying to minimise the number of trips I had to do back and forth with them all ogling me like they were.

I thought about how being made to parade in front of them all was the most embarrassing moment of my life - but somehow also the most exhilarating.

I think I'd have been okay with the three dishes if I hadn't stumbled on someone's foot as I leaned forward to hand them to Katy, Tanya and Gillian. One of the glass bowls simply slipped out of my hand. There was nothing I could do to save it as it toppled down - straight into Tanya's lap. Meringue and cream and berries splatted down onto her bare thighs, and, even worse, her little denim shorts.

She shrieked and sat there looking down at the mess, with her hands raised in the air in horror.

"What the...!!!!!"

No one said anything for a moment, in total shock. And then, everything happened at once.

As I stood there dismayed, Gillian was rolling around howling with laughter, Tanya was shouting, Katy was picking up the bowl and scooping meringue into it, and, to my surprise, Sally slapped my already stinging bottom. Hard. So much for no touching!

And then Laura did the same! Although from the angle she was at, her slap was more of a grope. Still - it sent shockwaves through me to have my bare bottom touched by them both.

"Naughty boy!" Sally laughed.

"Bad slaveboy!" Laura scolded.

I turned my attention back to the mess in Tanya's lap. Everyone except Tanya and Katy thought the whole thing was wonderful.

"Don't just stand there," Katy told me sternly, her fingers covered in cream, "Go and get something to clean up!"

I dashed to the kitchen and fetched a dishcloth and kitchen towel, and, handing them to Katy and Tanya, I stood there uselessly, watching Tanya wipe the worst of it off her shorts and legs.

I noticed that my erection had subsided a little.

I went back and forth a couple of times, disposing of the ruined dessert, rinsing out the cloth, and bringing more paper towels.

Tanya was now peeling off her little shorts, and I couldn't help but look at her crotch because the white string panties she was wearing were very very narrow.

In the end, Katy shared her dessert with Tanya while I scrubbed at the denim shorts and then put them in the washing machine with plenty of stain remover, hoping that it would counteract the vivid stains from the blueberries and raspberries.

I came back in time to collect the bowls, apologising to Tanya profusely.

But Tanya didn't look angry any more. In fact she had an altogether different look in her eye as her gaze moved its way over every part of my body.

I asked if anyone wanted coffee, or water, or more wine, and found that they all wanted more wine, so I trotted back to the kitchen to open another bottle.

As I got it out of the fridge, I was reminded of the countless times I'd been naked in this kitchen, preparing a meal for Katy, or fetching wine for her while she took a bath upstairs, enjoying being her naked domestic servant and hoping that some sexual activity would be coming later.

Serving her and her friends like this was that fantasy multiplied by a thousand. And yet, because of my clumsiness, I felt like I'd ruined it a bit. Katy was cross with me, and I'd spoiled her sexy game by ruining her friend's clothes.

I was eager to make amends, and prove what a diligent and obedient slaveboy I really was.

I wondered whether Katy had noticed Sally and Laura slapping my bottom, in the general kerfuffle. Had she simply turned a blind eye? Did it mean that more touching might happen, especially as they kept drinking?

I felt butterflies in my stomach as I returned with the bottle and filled their glasses.

"Thank you slaveboy," said Katy. "Now - how are you going to make it up to Tanya?"

I looked at her uncertainly. What did she mean?

"I'm waiting," she prompted.

I looked at Tanya, who was contemplating me in that unsettling way which I decided was a mixture of mischief and lust.

"I can think of something," Tanya said, her eyes glinting, biting her lip. And she spread her thighs apart.

I felt a flush of shock and arousal sweep through my whole body. A rising cheer went up from the other women, and my eyes fell on her crotch. Those knickers left quite a lot exposed, and her pussy looked like it would be almost as beautiful as Katy's.

My stomach was doing somersaults.

I looked at Katy, flushed and flustered, looking for help. What was happening? Surely Katy wouldn't want me to actually.... I could barely even say the words to myself.... go down on her?

Katy was looking intently at me, a smile on the corners of her mouth and a twinkle in her eyes. She was looking to see my reaction.

Then she looked down at my cock. I followed her gaze and saw that my erection was back with a vengeance. This told Katy what she wanted to know.

Suddenly, Katy sat forward and took my cock into her hand and began to wank me. No warning - just fast wanking that took my breath away.

"Fuck!" I gasped under my breath, doubling over a little.

"I see from this very hard cock that our slaveboy here is more than happy to oblige," Katy was saying.

And then, just as suddenly as she'd begun, she pulled her hand away. I was left reeling, my erection was supercharged, and I was immediately crazily horny and desperate to come. I wanted nothing more than for her to finish me off with her hand. Even though I was surrounded by her friends, I badly needed to orgasm. The orgasm she'd denied me all day.

In fact, more than that, I needed to have sex. I was consumed by a powerful sexual desire that overrode any inhibitions I'd usually have had. I needed to fuck Katy. But she just sat there in her tight jeans and chuckled at me.

Meanwhile Tanya was looking at me with challenge and playfulness and wicked desire in her eyes, softly stroking the insides of her thighs, her fingers close to those tiny knickers.

There was a rising tide of approval and excitement from all of them, but Tanya just quietly said:

"Come on then slaveboy. On your knees. Make it up to me."