| Hi!! This is my first attempt at putting this fantasy into actual words...so please bear with me. A little background first......I am a 38yo married mother of 2. I am bi, and yes, I am active in this lifestyle. The following is a fantasy.....nothing like this has ever happened to me and prolly won't (crying shame, ain't it?)We had just returned from dropping the kids off at their grandparents house for the weekend and I for one was looking forward to a little alone time with my two favorite guys. My husband, and our 5 yr old Black lab, Scout. Being active with the kids school, my volunteer work, and being the required doting middle mangement wife doesnt leave alot of time for romance. It seems it had been forever since my husband and I had more than an hour or two for "play time". Little did I know that what he had up his sleeve would leave me breathless, worn out, and with a totally different outlook on life!! After getting comfortable, and relaxing with a drink, my husband asks me what I have planned for the next night. I tell him I haven't made any plans and he asks if I would mind going to a party. I tell him I would really rather spend all weekend tending to his and Scout's needs rather than socialize with his up-tight co-workers and thier snooty wives. He then informs me that I have it all wrong. We aren't to be guests at the party, but that he had arranged it so I could work at the party....serving drinks, keeping hors-de'ouvers plates full....that sort of thing. He tells me that it is up to me and reminds me that our vacation budget could sure use the help. The job pays $1000 for the evening......about 5 hours work. Well.....like any housewife......give me a chance to get out of the house and dangle a little money in front of me and my ears quickly perk up. It had been over 10 years since I had contributed to the family's financial kitty...since I decided being a stay at home mom was important. I jumped at the chance and agreed to do the job. The next morning my husband leaves to finalize the deal while I lounge by the pool. He returns home about 3 hours later and has a contract for me to sign. He explains it as a tax thing, that way the employer doesnt have to worry. I ask him about the contents and he just brushes it off saying I agree to be under the direction of the Lady of the house, and that if I dont fullfill the contracts obligations I don't get paid. Being the trusting sort, I sign it. He goes in the den and faxes a copy of my signed contract to my employeer for the evening and then returns to tell me that as of right now, this very instant........I am under contract. He then suggests I actually READ the contract. OMG!!!!....if I don't fullfill the terms not only do I not get paid, but I owe them $5000!!!! I am then instructed that I am to go upstairs and prepare myself. I need to be squeeky clean, well groomed and freshly shaven.....everywhere below my neck, and my "uniform" is laid out on the bed. My journey into the unknown has begun.......... Turns out, my "uniform" consists of a very short, very low cut, very revealing, sheer white roman style toga, and a chrome looking tubular metal choker style collar. The collar had a "D" ring in front and a miniature padlock in back, but other than that it was perfectly smooth. After dressing "for work" I feel totally vulnerable and wonder just what have I got myself into. I do thoroughly trust my husband and know he would never put me in harms way, but still, I am a tad worried. I walk downstairs and he meets me with a long coat and a pair of thong sandals. I am then informed that I must remove the sandals and coat prior to entering the front door at the party. On the drive to the party I ask him if I should have brought some condoms or anything, and he smiles and says, "Honey, I swear to you, not a single man will lay a hand, or anything else, on you tonite." Well.....that puts my mind at ease and eleviates a lot of apprehension. We arrive at a huge old brick home. The front wall has 3 giant greek letters on it, and I immediatly know I am to be working at a frat party! "Please", I pray, "anything but a bunch of drunk stuck up college guys". He parks right in front, circles the front of the car and opens my door. As I step out, I begin to feel more and more self consious. As we approach the door, he reaches up and snaps a 4 ft long chain dog leash with a white leather handle to my collar. Just before he rings the bell he assists me out of my coat and I step out of my sandals. Well, here goes nothing I think as the door bell sounds loud and long in my ears. The door is immediately opened by one of the best dressed and most stunningly beatiful ladies I have ever seen. My husband hands her the leash, and tells this lady that "The Help" has arrived and that he will be back in 5 hours. "OH NO", I think, "He is leaving me here alone". the beautiful lady thanks him tells me to enter, and closes the door. Once inside, she slowly circles me, looking me up and down. she feels my butt, squeezes my breasts, and then says to know one in particular, "she'll do nicely". She then leads me into the main room to introduce me to the guests for the evening. The room was filled with about 20 young ladies, all dressed to the nines. Not a man in sight. The lady then informs me that all these young ladies are new additions to one of the most prestigious local university sororities, and this is to be thier first party as full members of "The Sisterhood". She tells me she is the house mother, and also a founding member of this particular sorority. As part of my contract, what happens in this house tonight, stays in this house. I am instructed that not only am I to be the servant for this party, but am also to be the nights entertainment! Any order that ANY of the girls gives me is to be obeyed instantly, with obediance, and enthusiasm. My muscles immediatly spasm all over my body and my neck is wracked with severe pain. I fall to the floor, unable to stand, speak, or maintain any control over my body. As abruptly as it started it stopped. She then shows me a small remote control in her other hand, and tells me that not only is my collar a convenient attachment point for the leash, it is also a shock collar, and a demonstration always seems to make a lasting impression!! "Oh My God" I shudder "I am expected to be a slave to a room full of sorority girls!!!"............. |
