H's Story - Part 2 - Sex Stories

H's Story - Part 2

... slut." They stole a glance at one another as their gazes returned to the floor. Ok, so she checked on the way down. Yes, he was... excited and there was a leather strap around both his cock and his balls. "You look very pleased, Master Gary. I guess it was worth incurring the wrath of that blow hard Diamante then?" He laughed in response. "It had nothing to do with him. I knew when she stepped from behind the curtain that she was mine and you know how stubborn I am." "Well, it will make for an interesting dinner whatever the reason." She was still trying to figure out what they meant when there was a knock at the door and he got up to answer. She heard him thank the waiter and instruct him to leave the tray in the hallway. When he returned, she saw him get something white out of a drawer. It was a... tablecloth? Who brings a tablecloth to a hotel? She watched as he and the woman put it over the small round table the two of them were sitting at and sit back down. "Well," she said, "which one is getting the tray?" She tensed. What if someone "else" was in the hallway? Someone who wasn't part of their group. She felt his hand on her shoulder. It was a gentle and reassuring touch. "I'm not sure she's ready for that," he said with a smile. "Well, that's fine. I think he likes it anyway," the woman said with a broader one. She removed the cuffs that held his hands behind his back. "Fetch the tray, my precious little slut. You may walk when carrying it. Place it on the dresser." ...

... "Yes, Mistress," he said (she could hear the capital letter) and crawled to the door. The other slave did as instructed and then returned to his position where she put the cuffs back on him in front. Sir put a set of cuffs on her fastened in front as well. For the next hour, the two of them instructed her and the "precious little slut" in serving protocol and etiquette. He reassured her that this was training and they expected mistakes and slips. They set the places, served the food (apparently, the whole "serve from the left, remove from the right" is actually incorrect in most cases), poured the drinks, and were fed from their plates... all while kneeling and cuffed. It was difficult and frustrating but she really did try her best to be as close to perfect as she could. The other slave clearly did as well. There were slight corrections and lots of praise. When the dessert was finished (a luscious sour cream coffee cake, apparently, a specialty of the hotel), the Mistress and her slave made their exit just as a package was delivered to the door. He kept the door partially closed so the person delivering it couldn't see her easily but the other slave just shuffled out naked, cuffed, and on his knees without hesitation. Maybe he did like it. He came back and opened the package and laid out a lovely lingerie outfit all in white lace: a bustier, garter belt, panties, and stockings. It was beautiful and delicate and completely unexpected. "Well, the concierge did a fine job, I ...