I knelt patiently on the floor as I awaited my master‘s friend’s arrival. I kept my head bowed, not daring to look up even though I could hear his footsteps moving around me, likely setting up drinks. I felt him move behind me before putting my play collar and leash on me. I had been ordered to wear my lacy black lingerie, a set I knew wasn’t my masters favorite, but it was the one that made me feel the most confident. I sat there for what felt like forever, anxiously awaiting what might happen tonight. I was excited to show off, both my slutiness and how much of a whore I could be but also how good I was for my master and what a good slave he had.
I heard a knock on the door and heard my master greet his friends. I heard two new sets of footsteps enter the room before they all sat down in various places around the room. They all sat around and caught up, just talking about their lives and things going on in them. I kept my head down and remained knelt on the ground, I knew I was not to speak until spoken to, nor was I allowed to move from my submissive position until I was directly told.