I can tell from how the cigar has burned, he has not waited for me long. I sit my purse on the small

I can tell from how the cigar has burned, he has not waited for me long. I sit my purse on the small table by the door, remove my blouse and skirt, Standing now in only heels, stockings and lacy bra, I view my image in the mirror above my purse, realizing my hair is down still, and he likes it in a ponytail, I remove an elastic from the side pocket of handbag, and quickly pull my hair up. Giving myself a once over glance in the mirror, I take the filled glass and the cigar to him. I hear music in the back room, and make my way there, while smelling  the deep golden elixir in the glass, and enjoying the smoke wafting past my nose as I walk.When I enter the room I am stunned to see guests, A couple, I am embarrassed in my near nakedness, Master says. “ Carlotta, please join us, while he takes a sip of the glass he holds. “Thank you for my cigar dear, the glass is for you.” I nod, handing him his cigar, and still perplexed as to where I sit, he motions toward the cushion next to his chair. Now I understand. This evening, in one way or another, I am serving. I sit on my knees, next to sir on the cushion. Grateful for the liquid courage in the small glass. His hand pats my head as I sit, pulling the elastic from my hair, my long hair falls down my back, and instantly helps remove a little of the chill in the room. I sit with my head down and quietly listen to the conversation around me,The doorbell rings, I go to answer it. Peeking around the door, hoping it is not a delivery, a man announces that he is here to meet with my Master, I invite him in, show him back, and pour him the same beverage we are all sharing,The new man greets master, and says simply to him, “She is well trained.” I blush with the compliment of the stranger.They were doing some sort of business. Which when concluded had the couple leaving I noticed that she too had a collar like mine. Master asked me to refill the glasses and come sit next to him. I collected the glasses from the men, filled and delivered them. He instructed me to fill my own as well.When done, I sat next to him. He undid the clasp of the bra I wore. and removed it from my body, Leaving my breasts to be displayed.The stranger nodded in approval, and I felt myself blush again, “Carlotta, this is my old friend James, tonight you will serve us both. His submissive has recently had a change of heart, and he is missinng being cared for. I am again stunned. This is not something we have done. I am not prepared, but I am here to serve.The stranger approaches me extending his hand, I glance at Master, he nods, and then says. “It’s ok baby, I will join you shortly,”  Master continues with his aromatic cigar, which now has my tummy rolling. I am now trembling, as I follow this man to the guest room. “Oh dear, I am to be used by his friend.” is all I can think. He removes his clothing and draws a bath, And asks me to bathe him. Which I find curious. Master comes in as I am drying the man with no name. He takes the plush robe from the closet and hands it to him.Taking another robe, He too removes his clothes and steps into the bath . I warm the water for Master while I bathe his strong beautiful body. He says quietly to him while I bathe him. “Carlotta, we will both be using your body tonight. I owe this man a debt I can never repay please do everything he bids of you,” he pauses his green eyes concerned, and he goes on, “Ordinarily I would not ask this of you, I give you a choice to do this or not. I want you to stay behind after you dry me, and then you bathe, if you come out naked, you are agreeing to be with us both. If you come out in that robe, The evening is over.”He waits for a long time for me to reply.“Do you understand?”I nod yes.I take my time bathing in the deep tub. and towel myself off. My mind in such a tumble, But I really only have one choice.I will honor Master and be with him and his friend.I take a deep breath, still a little uncertain, another deep breath two steel myself,  and walk out in my nakedness two serve to men. But still, only one Master. Trish Nielson -- source link

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