The Annual Appointment: Part 2

As the black sedan brought Amy closer and closer to her tenth meeting with her Master, she focused on the gift he had left her in the back seat.

She was far too well-trained by now to even consider opening it before the thirty-minute timer on her phone went off, but she liked to imagine its contents. Perhaps he had chosen an outfit for her to wear; he often picked out lingerie for their sessions but the only instruction for clothing this year had been to wear a skirt.

The back windows were tinted, so she was sure she could change in the car and be ready for him if that was his request. It probably wouldn't be though - she had never guessed his instructions correctly in the ten years they'd been playing together. Never knowing what comes next was part of the fun.

The sedan turned onto the highway headed east out of town, and she realized the last time she had been brought this way for an appointment was the first time she'd seen him.

***

It was June 12th, nine years ago, and the clock had finally ticked down to their second appointment after the longest wait of her life.

She'd been trying to tease out what he looked like from Tess, but her roommate was tight-lipped, refusing to break the promise she had made. Tess was already a good submissive for their Master, but Amy struggled to wait patiently and couldn't help but ask. She knew he wanted to reveal the secret in his own time, but that wasn't enough for her to restrain her curiosity back then.

Adding to her suspense, her instructions for the year had been sealed in a parcel with an instruction on the envelope to only open after the driver had dropped her off and driven away.

That year the turn out of town had been devastating. Even though she had been waiting for so long, the two-hour drive through the countryside frayed her nerves and she was shaking in anticipation by the time the sedan pulled into a driveway and she found herself looking up at a lavish countryside manor.

As alluring as the property looked, her focus went straight to the parcel, and she tore it open the moment the sedan disappeared, still standing on the driveway.

To her dismay, she found more sealed envelopes inside, each labelled with different times, as well as one note that she unfolded and read:

"Welcome to Sprucegrove Manor. I'm attending a soiree here tonight with some friends, and you will be part of the evening's entertainment.

I've left detailed instructions for you to follow in the envelopes in this package. Open them only at the designated times. There are clocks in the manor that will strike the hour, so you shouldn't miss any cues if you are listening closely.

A few rules for tonight: You are not to wear any clothes inside the manor, and you are not to speak. All of the guests are clean, are briefed on your role for the event, and are people I deeply trust not to deviate from the script without my personal approval.

If at any point you feel uncomfortable, simply say you need to talk to me - everyone has been told to go find me if you say anything at all throughout the evening.

Depending on traffic, you should have about an hour before the first envelope can be opened. Strip before entering the main entrance to the manor, and hang all of your clothes on the coat rack in the foyer. I've informed the chef that you are arriving early and there will be a meal waiting for you in the breakfast room. Take the first door on the left once you've entered the foyer and you should see it there.

See you soon.

-Master"

Sure enough, Amy found a glass of red wine, a tray of fresh oysters and a cloche that revealed an entree of beef tenderloin and vegetables when lifted. Her stomach was doing cartwheels, but she nibbled on the food as she sat naked and watched the driveway through the bay windows.

No one arrived before the grandfather clock in the foyer clanged 3:00 p. m., allowing Amy to open her first instruction:

3:00 p. m.

"Kneel on the carpet in the foyer and look down at the ground as the guests arrive."

So she did.

The arrivals were surprisingly similar. As Amy posed on display, a procession of guests arrived with identical soundtracks:

First, she would hear a vehicle pull up in front of the door.

Then, a doorbell would ring, followed immediately by the sound of doors swinging open.

And finally, she would hear footsteps moving past her, sometimes to her left, sometimes to her right and sometimes on both sides.

No one said a word to her, and no one deviated from the pattern. After the first few entrances, she realized she was being sent a message. Everyone was following instructions, and her Master was the one pulling the strings.

She found her anxiety withering away with each predictable encounter, and began trying to to guess which one he might be based on the slight clues she could gather: a whiff of cologne or a slight hesitation at the door before a guest walked past her. She knew she would recognize his voice, but the silence left her guessing.

4:00 p. m.

"Collect the tray of drinks from the breakfast room and follow our voices to the billiard room to serve them. Stand in the middle of the room while we each collect our drinks, then take the billiard cue chalk on the tray and chalk up everyone's cue sticks before returning to the breakfast room."

As she approached the voices, she thought she recognized His from the year before. Excited to finally see the face of her Master, she hurried through the door, but the room hushed at her arrival.

There were a dozen people in the room: six men and six women. All were strikingly attractive, and she was instantly self-conscious about her naked body being on display. They must have all seen her before in the foyer, but all twenty-four eyes were fixed on her anyway, drinking her in as she moved to the centre of the room.

Silently, they took turns approaching her to take their drinks. She focused on the men who might be the one she was looking for, but there was no obvious leader in the room.

The first man who approached was an Italian-looking man with slicked back hair who retrieved an old-fashioned from Amy's tray.

A silver fox with a mischievous grin took a rye and soda.

A tall man with kind eyes and a well-trimmed beard liberated a whiskey with a wink.

A dark-haired bodybuilder lumbered over to claim his beer.

A red-headed man with freckles took a rum & Coke.

And finally, a bald black man with a three-piece suit retrieved a glass of white wine.

After the drinks were served, Amy began the surprisingly sensual task of navigating the room to apply chalk to every pool cue. No one moved an inch towards her to make it easier, so she had to cover the whole room while eyes silently swiveled to watch. She was hyper aware that every bend and turn of her body had an audience while she provided her naked service to this room of overdressed dinner guests.

By the time she left the room, her pussy was so wet it was leaking down her legs.

5:00 p. m.

"In less than an hour, the winner of the billiards tournament will meet you in the breakfast room before dinner. Blindfold yourself with a napkin and wait in a chair for them. They will knock twice before entering and that is your cue to spread your legs and masturbate until you cum."

This wasn't a hard task for Amy at this point. There was a pool on her chair before the knocking even happened, and it only took a couple of minutes for her to bring her soaking wet pussy to orgasm, her other hand clamped over her mouth to avoid making noise. Whoever saw her perform managed to maintain their silence through it all too before leaving with another knock on the way out.

7:00 p. m.

"It's time for dessert. Follow the music to the dining room, then get on your knees to crawl into the room and under the dining table without looking up. Use your mouth to keep every man hard during dessert, but don't cause anyone to cum. Bring the last two instructions with you and stay under the table until the clock strikes 8:00."

It was the first time Amy had touched a cock since she had applied to serve him a year earlier, and she relished every second of this task.

One of the women had picked up a guitar and was singing from elsewhere in the room, but there were 11 pairs of legs around the table and still no words from the men to reveal which cock belonged to the one who had written her instructions.

She unzipped each man immediately, then made another lap around the table to lick each shaft and a third lap to deep throat them. A muscular hand that must have belonged to the beer drinker reached down to stroke himself at one point, and one of the white cocks she couldn't place had an inspired idea to reach down and put whipped cream on his cock for her to taste, but the others left her to the job.

Two of the women started rubbing themselves and Amy wanted to help, but she remembered her instructions and resorted to watching.

When the music stopped, Amy was proud to look around and see all six cocks still standing at attention.

Mission accomplished.

8:00 p. m.

"Good girl. If you've done your job well, everyone will be eager to fuck. Wait until the dining room is empty, then follow the guests into the lounge and undress all of the women. Then, lead one of your choosing to the divan and make out with her."

Once again, everyone was waiting for her. The men were all seated in the lounge with their cocks in their hands while the women stood in a line in front of them.

Amy walked behind the line of women and slowly disrobed them, peeling off dresses, unhooking bras and sliding down panties until they all shared her nakedness.

A brunette with green eyes and full breasts caught her attention, so Amy led her over to the divan, lowering her onto her back, climbing on top of her and leaning in to taste her lips. If he wanted a show, she was going to give it to him, whoever he was.

She'd never been watched like this and it was exhilarating. Knowing that she was surrounded by men and women touching themselves to this spectacle only made her attack harder, pinning the woman down with her kisses.

After a while, she felt two arms on her legs and they were gently guided to the side. The rye and soda silver fox was clearing a path for his cock to enter the brunette's pussy and Amy didn't want to get in the way.

When the brunette came, moaning into Amy's kisses, the silver fox switched out and the white wine drinker took his place. Then, the rum and Coke redhead.

Lost in the moment, Amy instinctively reached down to her clit with one hand. She wanted one of the cocks to herself, but none were offered.

She was brought back to reality by gentle pressure on her other palm. Someone was tenderly squeezing it and she looked up to see the kind-eyed whiskey drinker smiling at her and raising his eyebrows. He appeared to be the only one still clothed, surrounded by a sea of naked bodies.

Somewhere in the hallway, a clock was clanging.

Shit.

She'd forgotten the 9:00 instruction.

Amy rolled off the divan to the floor and found her last envelope, ripping it open as another woman took her place on the divan.

9:00 p. m.

"Make your way to the first room on the right at the top of the stairs. Sit in the chair to the side of the bed and help guests with the supplies on the nightstand when requested. Otherwise, do not touch yourself or interrupt the guests. You may sleep when guests are not in the room."

It was hard to pull herself away from the frenzy in the lounge, but she had almost missed the instruction and she didn't want to start to disappoint this far into a perfect evening.

Upstairs, she found her chair, as well as lube, condoms and rope.

The rest of the evening was an education. The guests took turns visiting her room and fucking each other in front of her, using hand signals to ask for her to help with supplies.

She enjoyed taking her time lubing up the cocks, treasuring the physical touch she was permitted. It was hard not to participate, but fascinating to see so much kinky sex performed freely in front of her.

Beer fucked hard and fast. His power was tantalizing, but he finished too soon and the women he fucked would come back again to get their orgasm.

The Italian old-fashioned drinker was the opposite, preferring to slowly make women cum with his mouth.

The rye and soda silver fox brought up Amy's favourite brunette and spanked her in front of Amy while the woman looked into her eyes and moaned - one moment that almost made Amy break her rule of not touching herself.

Another tough temptation came well after midnight when a blonde visited alone and requested to be tied to the bed. White Wine and Rum and Coke both appeared soon to tease her and requested so much lube that they started to drip it all over her before they finally fucked her to a screaming orgasm.

But kind-eyed Whiskey never appeared.

He was the one that made Amy the most curious. Was it just a coincidence that he'd touched her right as the clock was striking? While the others seemed ferocious in their lust, he had seemed patient, measured. She wanted to see how he fucked, but every time a door opened it was someone else.

***

At some point, Amy dozed off in her chair, and woke up to find a glass of water, snacks and yet another envelope had been placed on the nightstand. She drank the water and watched the clock.

9:00 a. m.

"Well done. Kneel on the floor with your back to the door and close your eyes."

She did.

After a few moments, she heard the door open, and a hand reached down into her hair, caressing her head while holding it in place.

Then, the voice she'd been waiting for.

"Good Girl.

My plan was that neither of us would talk this year, but I'm breaking that to tell you that I'm proud of everything you've done for me tonight. It's not easy to get me to change my plans, but I can already tell you're capable of becoming a very good little slut for me, and good girls get extra treats.

Next year, we're going to have some quality alone time together, because this is too hard to resist. See you soon."

And with that he was gone, door closing behind him.

When Amy turned around, she saw a tray with breakfast and a note that the driver would pick her up when she was ready.

***

Amy called Tess from the car with very specific instructions.

She returned home to a darkened house, stripping in the entrance way and falling to her knees on the living room carpet.

Amy closed her eyes as Tess' hand was buried in her hair from behind. Her roommate's other hand traced down to her breasts, then brushed against her clit.

Tess brought her to orgasm, but the only thing Amy could see as she finally opened her mouth and allowed herself to moan in ecstasy was the kind eyes of the whiskey-drinker looking deep into her soul.

When it was over, Amy fell asleep on her knees. Tess had to lift Amy up to the sofa and find her a blanket.

She was already dreaming about year three.

(to be continued...)