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Halloween 2012 (3)  

SubMonique101 68T
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1/9/2021 10:21 am
Halloween 2012 (3)


For the next two hours I became quite comfortable as my girly self as I walked around offering the guests a wide variety of hors devours. I had quickly mastered the heels and felt like I was ready to step up and begin serving drinks and hopefully start collecting some tips. When I returned to the bar I asked Mary to give me a chance and become a real waitress. She looked for a moment before giving in to her initial doubts and placed a couple drinks on a serving tray. Lifting the tray confidently over my head I swished my ass like Amy as I was pointed in the direction of the table where the orders had been placed.

About that time Mr. Paul made his grand entrance into the mansion and moved to the top of the stairs to make an announcement, "I want to welcome everybody to the party. sorry I am late but one of our drivers had an accident earlier while carrying two of our waitress'. They are all fine, but the driver was being held over night at the hospital as a precautionary measure. As you can imagine this has crimped our typical stellar , but I hope that our stand-in hasn't been too overwhelmed. Where is Katherine?" It felt like a spot light had been suddenly shone on me as the guests parted to allow Mr. Paul to see Katherine for the very first time, " WOW! There she is. Isn't she lovely and so submissive to our needs." The humiliation overwhelmed me as all eyes were now focused on the sissy car hop as Mr. Paul continued, "Please everybody, enjoy yourselves and Happy Halloween."

As he finished his speech and began descending the stairs, shaking hands with many of the guests, I felt the first manly hands of the night start rubbing my panty covered ass. I attempted to stay composed as my clitty was alrady stirring from the unsolicited groping . I demurely turned and was faced with three men dressed in Musketeer costumes "Yes Sir, may I help you?" One of the men placed an empty glass on my tray and said, "Get us another round and shake that sweet sexy ass like the slut you are." I stood there just staring for a moment before taking in the ramifications that this night might bring about in Kate's full feminization. If this is what the night was to be I put on the best show I could as I walked away.

At the bar Mary was already mixing the drinks before I said anything. I pulled out my order pad from my red apron and was looking over an older order I failed to place when the man in a policeman's uniform sitting at the bar next to me made a comment, "Don't listen to those jerks. They don't know your special secret like I do. If you were my , I wouldn't treat you that way....unless it makes you horny and desirable to be verbally assaulted that way." Even behind his mask, those kind eyes helped relax a bit about being prayed upon, "Thank you Sir." He leaned back and flashed his horniness for Kate as he checked out my tight skirt, "Just think about it. I would gladly purchse you at the next auction. Even if it was only a temporary contract"

Mary broke in, "Mark this isn't that type of party, but you're right she would very sexy proudly standing up on the trading block." I thought Mary was always on my side, but this time I felt like I was being painted into a corner. When I picked up the tray of drinks and turned to leave I brushed a couple passing behind me and spilled the drinks. Dropping to my knees to clean up the mess I could feel Mark's eyes staring my upturned ass as Mr. Paul approached. When he saw on my hands and knees his comment made me blush, "That's the position I always imagined you being in." He turned to Mark before continuing, "Although I would prefer Kate only dressed in a corset, bra and panties." The two of them laughed loudly as I up with the spilled glasses and placed them on the bar.

Part of wanted to hear them talk more about Katherine like she was their sissy slut, but Mark downed the last of his drink, left his seat at the bar, which left fully prepared to take the wrath of my employer, "I do love the way you've become the on the outside. Now 's time for the whole world to appreciate our new sissy Kate." It felt like the unsuspecting crowd were now pressing in on me as Mr. Paul continued his hard , "If you ever do consider being placed in one of our auctions, I promise you will be the featured slave at the end the night. Just between you and , I have already fielded many inquiries from several of the Masters the party tonight." I should have been shocked, but what I felt was a sexual charge I had never felt before, "I need to work the room for a few minutes, but I want to continue this conversation and convince you that slave auctions should be a major part of your future...and they will be if I have my way."

As he moved off to several nearby guests I saw Mary shaking her head with a huge grin on her , "Katie, he's right." I was trying to remain calm and get back into my waitress role as Mary loaded another tray of drinks, "Last chance or it's back to food for you." I was much more careful for the next several rounds and just kept the positive thought of getting the sex tape of Dave back in my hands the end of the evening. I decided that to gain my reward I could endure any unwanted sexual advances by the inebriated party goers.

My efforts after that were being rewarded handsomely by my bulging fanny pack being filled with numerous gambling chips, but I had no idea what they were being used for at the party. When I returned to pick up another round I asked Mary, "What is going on with these chips I am getting as tips? I thought I was going to make a lot of extra on the side, or I would have just stayed with my photography assignment." Mary pointed a glass bowl of chips behind the bar filled with her tips, " not sure what's going on with that. This is not the typical party I work for Mr. Fred, but I heard that there is some kind of gambling set up somewhere in the house, so that's my guess. I could be wrong, but if I were you I would hold on to them until the end of the night."

I took her advice and carefully began stacking and counting my haul as Robin Hood and Popeye settled in to the bar stools next to me. Overhearing their conversation, I could tell that one of the men was some kind of television producer and the other man must have been an actor because I recognized his voice, but couldn't quite place it due to his masked . As I leaned in closer to hear what they were saying I felt a pair of strong hands grab my ass cheeks and squeeze slightly. I spun around and was to with Mr. Paul again, "It's not nice to eves drop on somebodies private conversation. How would you feel if we were talking about you becoming a full time sissy slut? And I was talking loud enough for anybody to hear that you love to suck off multiple cocks while being seeded in that sweet ass?" He WAS talking loud enough for others to hear and the pair next to us turned and looked up and down, probably thinking they would like to have a shot owning . Mr. Paul could see I was very uncomfortable and became more of a figure, "Don't worry sweetie. It's not like we are going to kidnap you and ship you overseas." This caused him to lean in close and whisper in my ear, "That is unless you piss my partner off, but I promise I will always protect the little that I see before ." I should have been worried, but this final comment amazingly calmed my nerves, "See me the end of the night, so you can get and we can talk about the next scheduled auction and not just a party like tonight." This comment threw me for a loop as he stepped back and laughed, "Oh, you thought this was an auction? Hell no, it's a Halloween party. I never told you it was one. I always said it was only a Halloween party. Nothing more and nothing less." I never felt so used and vulnerable. As he looked over my<b> shoulder </font></b>Mr. Paul pointed a blue light flashing above the line of liquor bottles, "Looks like you are needed downstairs. Go find Ray. Big security guy type. He will direct you to the private party." I was going to tell him I already knew about the smugglers rooms, but just curtsied, acted bimbo-, and moved off to descend the stairs to the lower level of the mansion.

This time as my heels clicked on the concrete floor leading to the end of the hidden hallway I saw that the room across the hall's blue light was lit and that would be the door I would enter. Still being curious, I stopped briefly outside the two doors as the bookcase slid shut behind . I was rewarded with sounds of muffled moans and flesh slapping from behind the closed door. It had been hours and the trio of tormenters were still breaking down their sissy slave. Turning back to the other door I knocked lightly, waited for a moment, and then turned the door handle to enter. I was immediately met by a mix of laughter, shouting and music which made me realize this room was different and also sound proof.

As I looked around the larger room it looked like it had been used as a storage area for liqour during prohabition. I saw a bar in the back, and several leather couches in the corner, but the room mainly featured a professional craps table with a large of gamblers placing their bets. As I moved closer, one of the men said, "Oh good our waitress has arrived. I'll take a vodka and tonic." He turned to the voluptuous woman hanging on his arm, "Can I get you anything?" Her immediate response was to rub the front of his trousers and calmly announce, "Not right now, but soon." The room roared with laughter as I wrote down the gentleman's order and prepared to leave, "Where are you going? We have a full bar here and we need personal , so you're not going anywhere."

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