Chapter 24 – Single Server

Chapter 24 – Single Server

I'm led to the toy table. The laughs from the table behind me bounce off the walls, creating a haunting echo. I've been to these types of parties plenty of times. Normally, I have a few partners. It is always a lot easier when I do. Those girls aren't normally slaves, keeping the play a bit more vanilla. I don't seem to have that luxury today. Mistress strips me herself. Then begins to get me correctly dressed as their bound waitress.

Arms bound behind me. Which I'm somewhat grateful for; I won't have to remember orders or pour any of the drinks. I just have to walk around. Then comes the trays. I get a strap over each shoulder along with strong clamps on my nipples to hold them up. My nipples get the majority of the pressure; the straps are really just for backup.

"Spread."

"Yes, Mistress." She forces a tail plug into my ass. I hate this thing. They insist on my having it. I have a beautiful tail. It's infinitely better than anything attached to a butt plug could be. It really is just one girl here who demands it. She better never cross me in an alley when I'm free. Next comes the new heels, eight inches. I'll be walking on my toes tonight.

"Open." For this command, I just open my mouth with no verbal response. Luckily, the gag isn't too big. After that, an orphan girl starts putting drinks on my tray, stretching my nipple painfully. The clips must have magic to stop liquids from flowing out of my nipples as neither milk nor blood spills out.

Once she adds the eleven drinks, I head to the table. Mistress goes ahead of me and is already sitting. I serve each woman individually, needing to stop beside them so they can grab their drink. Once the drinks are served, I walk back to get food. It seems like they will be sharing the food, as only three dishes go on my tray before I walk back.

A lull in the conversation occurs, making my heels the only sound in the room. Every eye in the room follows my feet. I walk perfectly, as I have for the past three years: with even steps and a steady pace, each foot falling right in front of the other, giving my waist a perfect sway.

"Told you. Perfect. She is better than some of the princesses in heels. She can do that in heels twice that size."

Oh, Mistress was showing me off. Should I be proud? Why not? A win is a win for a slave. They take the food off, and I have nothing to do but stand still. They start talking about how their brothels are going. Mistress seems to be doing the best. Me and Yuki draw a lot of people. Between the easy way to get pregnant and my high-sex skills, I'm very popular. I guess I have more kids spread throughout this country than I would have expected. Wish I could raise them, or at least meet them.

They all join in complaining about taxes. Mom always complained about them, too. I've never had to pay any, the one perk of being property my entire adult life. I'm not looking forward to figuring them out when I'm free.

"Bitch get us another round." A plump woman demands. I turn and do my perfect walk back and forth for the second round of drinks. During the second round, the owner finally makes it back from her argument.

"That bitch called the guards. They just said it would be ugly in the courts. Nobody wants to call a duchess in to talk about her fucking a whore causing Maggie to storm off. Thanks a lot for leaving me with that."

"Well, ban idiots faster. He has been raping girls here for weeks."

"Whatever, I need a drink. Something strong." I make my run again.

"Food." comes from another girl, making me another run. More food gets placed on it, and I head back. My nipples are on fire. Ass is just a little sore from the plug. One problem with life mana healing things, my holes always return to their starting size.

"Get the meals, slave," one says. I didn't notice who, but it doesn't really matter. I turn and walk. Soups. All are filled to the brim on the table. The orphan girl looks nervous as I walk over to her.

"Her walking has been perfect. Not a drop spilled. She correctly chose not to destroy your teeth at dinner. I haven't lied. She is perfect. I'm going to miss her when that collar falls off."

"Hmph, that stupid kitsune has given you too much luck or cast a spell on this whore. I'm happy to see what happens when she gets bored and leaves."

"I will agree the pair is helping me a lot. I have some plans to keep my streak going."

"When is the band going to start. They're just sitting there." A new girl asks. The music starts right as she finishes. Guess they needed to be told to play. "Much better. Now can we stop comparing tits. The slave has us all beat. I want to start playing with her, or is there something else planned before that?"

"Have her dance first."

"That would be nice to see."

Mistress looks worried. So maybe I didn't do well at my last performance like I thought. Shit, I don't need to make Mistress mad. I'll get dragged to another of these.

"Girl, get over here," she says. She removes the tray and straps; the clips stay on. She takes the binds off my arms. "Go, I know you aren't trained for this, so just try something. I won't punish you for your performance. I've made no promises about your dancing."

"Ymhes, Miphtrenhos," I say. It earns me a playful slap on my tit and a smile from Mistress. Rare look for me.

"Go," her hand patting my ass for encouragement.

I take my time walking to the center. I've never had to do an actual dance by myself. Just strip and wiggle my body some. Plus, I'm in heels. Just don't fall. That sounds like a plan. Reaching the center of the room, I turn back to the sole table in use. The music is slow, so I should be able to make deliberate steps.

I start with a simple step to my right and in front of me, keeping both legs straight. Arms come out to a little to help with balance. First step down, and then I do it again with my left the other way. I spin on my left foot, just halfway, showing them my ass. Backward step with the right shuffle left and then...

"Stop, this is just stupid. Sure, she is in time, but why does she look like a plank of wood out there. I think we need to loosen her up a bit."

"In time and didn't fall. A low bar. I think we all want some fun. Instead of this shit show."

"I said she didn't know how to dance. Why are you all acting like her not knowing how to dance is a surprise? Girl, come here. You did well. If you knew how to loosen up, the moves weren't a bad idea."

I'm glad I made Mistress happy. The other are just trying to feel better about their failures. I walk over to Mistress perfectly and stand still. Time for the torture.