Forniphilia, Wine and Cheese

Master decided to hold a private party for some of his close friends who have worked with him in everydayslaves.com and are in the BDSM community. That being said he wanted the theme of the evening to be a formal BDSM wine and cheese. I was excited from the moment he told me about the party until he also added that I would be in charge of getting the wine and the cheese… I know nothing about these things! And worse yet, this meant that I had to go out…on my own… to buy the supplies for the party. Sure I have done groceries for Master, but usually I have a set list that he has made for me and I always go to the same grocery store. The first thing I had to do was research what kinds of wines go with which kinds of cheeses and foods and then figure out where I could get this stuff. Turns out your regular grocery store doesn’t always have specialized cheeses. At first I was very nervous about having to go out to all these different stores in search of the party supplies. Firstly because of the huge black leather collar that I wear and secondly because none of the clothes Master has given me seem appropriate to do too much running around in.  I felt like everyone knew what I was when they saw me… just a slave doing errands for her Master. And although when I do the groceries this is something that I am proud of, it is intimidating to go out to new places and feel as though every eye is on you, judging you. The more I went out though, the more I realized that people are pretty naive and even though they eye my collar suspiciously, it doesn’t mean that they know why I wear it. They might just think I’m partly a goth for all I know! Once I got over my paranoia, searching little cheese shops and specialty stores became kind of like a game, it was like I was on some little fun quest trying ot find all the things on my list.

Finally the night of the party arrived, our puppy girl and I had cleaned the whole house inside and out.  I had her wash the floors mostly since she’s still not allowed to walk on two legs. After some rigorous work  Master house looked fabulous, transformed into a sultry living space with black and gold decorations. That afternoon Master came home early with a surprise for both me and the pup. He had custom outfits made for us. The puppy girl was given a gold colored choke chain, with a dog tag that read her name and address in case she ever gets lost. She was also fitted with a delicate black leather harness that had gold studs decorating it. The harness wrapped around her whole torso and its pieces hook on together right near her pelvic bone so that some of the straps wind through her legs. Master also took out a black tail from his bag of surprises and attached it to her harness right over her tail bone. He also got a tray that attaches to the back of her harness so that if she is on her hands and knees, the tray can hold dishes of cups on it.

As for myself, Master bought me new thigh high boots with eight inch heels on them. They are black leather and lace up in the front…no zipper..which is kind of daunting, once those boots are on there is no way of getting out of them fast. I was also a black silk corset that left my breasts exposed and a little black petticoat that has gold sparkles in it. Along with this, Master handed me a tray that attaches to my hips and has straps that come up, with a bit for me to bite into. In this contraption, I have to keep my head up high and hold the bit in my teeth or else the tray flops down away from me and when things are on it everything would fall.

Master told us what he has planned for the evening and I learn that I will be carrying the wine glasses around to people on my tray. while our little puppy girl was to have the cheeses on her tray.  Master had his friend give us his slave for the night and she was the one who was in charge of filling  and restocking our trays before sending us out of the kitchen.  The night approached quickly and Master came to make sure that both I and our pup were ready. As a final surprise, Master took out something that looked like a leather mitt that laces up. He put my hands behind my back, both into the mitt and laces it up tight so that I was now forced to stand erect, head held up high, with my hands stuck behind me and a heavy tray in front of me. Then he placed what looked like a party mask on my face, decorated in peacock and black feathers. He then took out a long gold chain from his pocket and attached from the mitt to our puppy girl’s collar so that we were forced to walk one after another.

The guests came and left in what seems like a blur. Everything went well without a hitch and I was so proud to walk around serving people wine, getting to ease drop in on their conversations and murmured appreciations of how good the wine was or how pretty the pup and I were. Carrying the wine on my little tray was no easy feat though and if it weren’t for the little breaks that I got to take in the kitchen, I don’t know how long I would have lasted holding the tray up with my mouth. But it was well worth it, to make Master proud in front of his friends! Once all the wine was served, Master had the tray taken away from me and had me kneel on my hands and knees and act as a living coffee table. Our puppygirl as well, was placed next to a couch and forced to become a side table.  If I thought carrying the tray was hard, I had no idea how hard it would be to have full wine glasses places on my back. I could barely breathe for fear of one of the glasses toppling over! As the night wound down and people started to leave, the kitchen slave was allowed out to start cleaning up the mess. It was not until the last guests had left that the pup and I were allowed to move from our positions. The kitchen slave came and brought the pup to her kennel and I was allowed to crawl upstairs to Master’s room where I curled up on my blanket at the foot of his bed and promptly fell asleep.  Over all it was an exceptional night!