It was the wildest party I'd ever seen.

I was passing through the crowd with a tray of champagne when I walked into a small room off to the side. In the center of the room was a young woman. Her richly tanned body was lying on a sort of medical table. Her long, gorgeous legs were in stirrups, and her ass and head were hanging off the table, being supported by padded attachments. A cascade of long sun-bleached hair reached the floor. Her breasts stood erect in a way that was obviously not natural. Everything about her screamed, "I'm from L.A., baby!"

Three men lined up at her head, and four at the other end. She was busily engaged, sucking the cock of the first guy in one line, while the first guy in the other line was absolutely pulverizing her pussy. She had one hand rubbing her nipple, and the other busily working on her clit. Surprisingly, two more women waited in the middle for their turn on the table.

A small crowd of men and women watched and listened to the mayhem. More than a few onlookers were touching themselves or each other as they watched. I watched for a moment, but then remembered I was working tonight. Normally I would have been enthralled with this scene. Tonight I just looked at the puddles on the floor, and thought, 'Well, someone's going to have to clean that up.' I passed through quickly, and found other places to be.

~~~

The Mr. Maid business was doing very well, better than I could have expected. In fact, demand had far outstripped my resources. Try as I might, I couldn't find enough maids to handle all the clients. I was at Michael's place a few weeks earlier, grumbling about it.

"Well, I didn't want to say anything, but I think you're going about it all wrong."

"What do you mean? I've been looking everywhere."

"Yes, but you're looking for the wrong thing. You've been looking for guys that like to dress as maids, and are willing to do kinky sex stuff, and clean. What you need to do is flip that around. Look for people that like to do kinky sex stuff, and are willing to dress as a maid and clean. That should be a lot easier."

I thought about it for a moment, and said, "You think so?"

He told me to wait a minute. He went into his home office and came back with a folder. He handed it to me and said, "Yes, and here's the proof"

Inside were twelve employment applications, with photographs, background checks, orientations, preferences, and so on.

"You did this, Michael?"

"Sure – I got bored."

"This is amazing. How soon can we get them in for interviews?"

"Well, I've already taken the liberty. The ones with green check marks are winners, in my opinion. There are a couple of red marks that I wouldn't touch with your dick, sweetie. The yellows are maybes. You may want to talk to them."

I was so impressed. Michael was one of those guys who loved camping it up and handled everything with humor, but it was clear he was serious about this. So I put him in charge of bringing four new maids online. I made it clear that he was responsible for training them. I'd handle the scheduling, sales, and finances.

He did better than I could have dreamed. I soon promoted him to head of Human Resources and set up a profit-sharing scheme for him. He became my right-hand man.

Michael did an excellent job of picking people. He built a mix of male and female, gay and straight. He also found a good variety of races. We could handle just about any request by the time he was done. I soon introduced a standard uniform, so we didn't look like mismatched kinky carnival refugees when we arrived at a client's home. I also commissioned some training videos for the staff.

And so, after all of that hard work, we were ready for a major event.

My old clients, Lord and Lady Morton, were having their annual kink party. They called it "An affair to remember" and invited an exclusive group of friends, politicians, and captains of industry. You could smell the money floating around.

Lady Abigail Morton, a loyal customer and now a personal friend, showed me one of the invitations. It actually noted that Mr. Maid would provide 'hospitality and special services.' That was so gratifying. Having an influential person like her promote me was a godsend.

So, we arrived at the appointed time. I brought a staff of eight, split all along the spectrum of preferences, orientations, and skills. Michael and I were there as well, to supervise and handle any emergencies.

It had started very prim and proper. It was a costume ball, and some of the costumes were incredibly elaborate, if revealing. We served an extravagant feast, and drinks flowed like water. We brought a dessert cart out that was loaded with various pills, potions, and edibles. Before long, most guests discarded their costumes, revealing much more interesting attire. My staff quickly scooped up the discarded clothing, tagged it, and placed it in storage. I noticed one exception. A woman there was dressed as a catwoman, complete with ears, a mask, and clawed gloves. Her outfit was made of purple latex or vinyl, and glistened as she moved from room to room. She was extraordinary.

I saw her several times that night across the room, always at a distance. Once or twice I felt she was staring at me, but that wasn't uncommon. People always stare at the sideshow freaks.

Things were starting to get a little out of hand in my opinion, but Lord Morton seemed quite happy with what he was seeing. Of course, he was pounding a beautiful red-haired woman in the ass, so that probably improved his mood. She seemed pleased as well. I was passing by with champagne when she reached over, snagged one, and gave me a saucy wink.

A short while later, I heard someone tapping on a glass to get attention. I looked over, and it was our gracious host.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I'm sure you've noticed the lovely boys and girls from Mr Maid tonight. Please give them a hand for their excellent service."

I heard a smattering of applause, and I was so proud when every one of my employees curtsied.

"Now, I happen to know that these fine folks can do so much more than pass out drinks and sweep floors, so we're going to have a little contest, if Mindy will permit it."

I didn't know what was going on, but I was intrigued. "Certainly! We're here to serve, M'lord"

At that point, a group of men brought out eight chairs and sat them in two rows of four, facing each other.

"Now, we have eight maids here tonight. I've selected eight of our honored guests – the ladies will sit on this side, and the gentlemen on the other."

With that, eight people came out and sat in the chairs. They were completely naked.

"I have had some good friends fluffing our guests, so they are ready for some fun. I want to offer the Mr. Maid staff an opportunity. Come over here, and wait for my signal. When I tell you to start, you must take off your clothes, go to one of our guests, and give them an orgasm, in any way you like. The first person to do so will receive a $5000 prize. The next will get $4500, and so on. Are you ready? Set? Go!"

I've never seen anything like it. Jenny immediately ran over and sat on some fellow's lap, and started riding him like she was in a rodeo. Dave was bobbing his head up and down on an older gentleman's cock. He reminded me of those oil pumps you see out in West Texas. He was absolutely relentless. Angie had her face buried in a woman so deep I didn't think we'd ever get her out, and Chantel was giving her a run for her money right next door. Everywhere I looked, there was absolute pandemonium and lust. I was so proud of my team. People were laughing and cheering. Bets were being placed. Michael was walking up and down the center aisle, cheering our kids on.

Eventually Jenny hopped up, yelling "Woooo-hoooo!" She had a load of cum visibly oozing out of her. Her victim had his head lolling back. He looked like he'd been hit by a bus. His Lordship walked over and held her fist in the air like a champion boxer. One by one, the other guests succumbed to my staff's skills, and they all seemed thrilled with the process.

My gang grabbed their uniforms and went to clean up and dress. I resolved to make sure they all got a bonus for their efforts. Michael and I ran to get cleaning supplies and made the floor presentable again.

Shortly afterward, Lord Morton came up to me and said: "Mark, can I see you in private for a moment?"

I agreed, and followed him to his private office. It was beautifully furnished – elegant and masculine.

"Abby really likes you, Mark, and she asked me to help you in any way I can. I never disagree with Abby, so here's a little gift for you."

He handed me a manila envelope. "You're a smart man, Mark, and I'm sure you're aware that there is a certain liability attached to your activities. An overzealous person might want to pursue you for charges of pandering, prostitution, and a host of other violations."

"I'm definitely aware. I've been talking to an attorney, trying to figure out a way around it."

"Well, look no further than that envelope. Take a look inside."

I opened it and found a collection of 8x10 photos. They were all pictures of the contest earlier. A page of text was paper-clipped to each photo. I looked at the first one and started laughing. "This can't be right, can it?"

He grinned and said, "It's absolutely right. Your girl Jenny just fucked our beloved governor. The fellow next to him was the District Attorney of our fair city. I didn't choose those people at random. They are all folks who could cause you or me trouble in the future. It may shock you to know that not all of my activities are strictly legal either."

He leafed through the pictures until he found the one featuring our ebony goddess, Chantel. "The lady she's chewing on is State Senator Thompson. She's one of those red-hat weirdos. She's anti-gay, and as racist as anyone I've ever met. And there she is, with a black woman between her legs, loving every second of it. She's been blocking a development project I'm involved in, but she's going to have a sudden change of heart on that, and a lot of other issues, soon."

"Oh – There's also a thumb drive in there with video of the whole event. Take good care of it"

I thanked him about a dozen times, and offered to do him any favor he named.

He thought about it a minute, and said, "I know you usually bring Michael by for me when you visit Abby. Could you bring Jenny next time? She seems…intriguing"

"Of course. It's all part of the service"

I took that envelope and stashed it in my van. I'd put it in a safe-deposit box the next day.

The rest of the night was one long orgy of debauchery and fun. No one was getting hurt, and I knew some of my kids were sneaking off to earn some extra money on the side. We all had little fanny packs, and by the end of the night, quite a few of the crew had large wads of bills stuffed in them.

Then the night's unexpected highlight came. Lady Morton came to me. "One of the guests has asked me for a favor. She wants a private audience with you. She wouldn't tell me why, but I like to accommodate my guests. Will you meet with her?"

"Certainly, M'lady. I'd do anything for you."

She laughed and said, "Knock that shit off, Mark. Please call me Abby when we're alone"

I took the opportunity to thank her again for her help, and she gave me a little kiss. "Don't think anything about it. That's what I do for my friends."

She took me to one of the downstairs bedrooms and told me to wait there. Presently, a knock came at the door, and it swung open. Standing in the doorway was that mysterious and delectable catwoman I'd seen so many times tonight.

She closed the door, smiled, and said, "How do you like my outfit, honey?"

I couldn't believe it. I'd been ogling my own beloved mistress all night! "Jan, honey, what the heck are you doing here?"

"When I'm dressed like this, don't you think you should be a little more respectful, girl?"

I instantly dropped to my knees and kissed the toes of her boots. "I'm sorry, Mistress. Please accept my apologies."

She just laughed and said, "Get up here and give me a kiss." I jumped to the task.

"So, really, honey. What are you doing here? Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

"Well, I wanted it to be a surprise, and so did my new friend." She stepped over, opened the door again, and the last person I expected to see walked in - the deadly Mistress Jessica.

"Hi Mark! I bet you didn't expect to see me, did you?"

I looked back and forth, trying to understand what was happening. Jessica laughed at my confusion and explained.

"You came into the club a while ago, snooping into my business. You kept asking about my poor little Piss-boy, so I snooped around myself. I soon learned about Jan here, and you. At first, I was furious, but when she explained why you did it, I understood. You care about your Mistress, and were trying to help her get over her pain. That was sweet of you. I detest most men, but I think you may actually be deserving of love."

Jan reached out and gently stroked my cheek with her glove, being careful not to let the claws touch me.

"So, I decided that a good Sub like you needs the best Mistress possible. I offered to let Jan be my apprentice so she can learn all sorts of nasty little tricks to keep you amused, you lucky boy. In exchange, she's agreed to have you clean my place for free once a week. You'll come over, do your work, and then I'll give her a lesson, and guess who we'll use as an example! And to celebrate our newfound friendship, I'm going to put on a little exhibition tonight to help her get even with Piss-boy once and for all."

Jan stepped forward and told me to take off my uniform, except for the stockings and heels. To my surprise, she told me she'd already recruited all the straight men on my staff, and Michael, who called himself 'Ambisexual'. They all knew and liked Jan, and were more than willing to help.

Before we left, Jessica said, "Oh, one thing I should tell you, honey. The very first lesson I gave Jan was about a little gift she needed to give you."

Jan reached into a little bag she was carrying and handed me a box. I opened it, and my blood ran cold. It was a steel chastity cage.

Jessica laughed when she saw my face. "Honey, Jan's been so worried about you coming to places like this and sticking your wick where it doesn't belong. This will help her sleep more easily from now on. Starting right after our little party.

I looked into Jan's eyes, hoping to see mercy, but found none. She put the cage away and said, "Let's get moving, girl."

Jan grabbed my cock, and started walking me down the hall. She left me outside the library and went inside with Jessica.

The other three guys met me there. A lovely young woman had escorted each of them. I didn't know any of them. My guys were all dressed just like me, naked except for a pair of stockings and heels. One of the girls finally ushered us in.

In the center of the room were Jessica and Janet. Both ladies smiled at me. Janet winked at me and mouthed, "I love you." One more person was in the room. I couldn't see his face, but I knew exactly who it was – Jan's ex-husband, Tom.

Mistress Jessica came over to me and said, "I guess it's time you finally met my little friend, Piss-boy."

I looked at him more closely. He was wearing an isolation hood. He was blindfolded, with a zipper over his mouth. He wore headphones, playing white noise in his ears. He probably had no idea where he was or what was going on.

"Well, now that you've met him, we're going to help Jan get even with him. Once and for all."

I looked around and saw a crowd gathering. The word had spread, and people were waiting for a show.

"Jan, dear, do you have instructions for your sub?"

"Yes. Indeed. Mark, I want you and your band of merry men to fuck the living daylights out of Jessica. Fill her to the brim with your cum. Will you do that for me, darling?"

"Of course, Mistress. If that's your wish, I'll do it."

Jessica was a frightening woman. She wore a black leather corset, jacket, mini-skirt, and garter belt. Her long legs were encased in black stockings and thigh-high boots with 4" stiletto heels. She wore a spiked collar with matching bracelets. Her long hair was dyed deep blue. She wore goth makeup that gave her an otherworldly look. I noticed her black lipstick had blue sparkles, matching her hair. For some reason, I wanted to kiss those deadly lips, more than I'd wanted anything in my life. Her face had an amazing number of piercings. I could see five holes in each ear, plus her septum, tongue, and one eyebrow. All in all, she looked like she could rip a man to pieces without half trying.

She removed the jacket, and my eyes were instantly drawn to her perfect breasts. They jutted out above her corset. The nipples were large and pierced. Small teardrop-shaped red jewels hung from silver chains on each, like drops of blood. I ached to feel those nipples in my mouth. And then I noticed her tattoos. I didn't generally care for body art, but these were delicate and lovely. They covered her upper body, and I could see they extended down her legs too. I wished I could see it all. The tattoos formed a single image, long, curvy, multicolored lines that encased her body like vines. In fact, I noticed leaves here and there. Those vines all led to a beautiful red filigree heart on her left breast. I was stunned. Her body was an amazing work of art.

"Oh Jan, dear, will you please help me prepare our special guest?"

"Of course!"

Jan went over and grabbed the leash that was attached to Piss-boy. She guided him to a tall chair positioned near a padded table. She and Jessica helped him up and then bound him tightly to the chair. He was the guest of honor, and deserved a good view. When that was accomplished, Jan stood behind him and removed his headphones and hood. He sat blinking in the blinding light, trying to get acclimated.

"Piss-boy, I know you've always wanted to get that pathetic little mushroom you call a cock out, and fuck me with it. Is that still true? Would you like to feel it sliding in and out of your mistress?"

"Oh yes, please, Mistress!"

She just laughed. "You're adorable, you dumbass. It's never, ever going to happen. But maybe you'd like to see someone else do what you never will. I have a group of very special friends here. They all like to dress up as maids and mince around in their little dresses, high heels, and makeup. And they're still more manly than you, you little shit. I'm going to let every one of them fuck me, and you're going to watch."

To my surprise, he looked really excited. What had this poor bastard been through to get like this?

"Piss-boy, you'll be interested to know that Mark, here, is now your ex-wife's sub. You see, he knows what a sub is supposed to be, and how to behave, and she tells me that he gets to fuck her on a very regular basis. It's too bad you were so stupid. You should've stayed right where you were. You're such a colossal idiot!"

She looked at me for a minute and said, "Oh, Mark darling, I just want to remind you to enjoy my pussy. It's the last one you're ever going to get near.'

Then she announced to the crowd, "My friend Mistress Jan is going to show Mark here the joy of a chastity cage tonight, right after our little show. He likes to dress like a girl, so she's going to take his cock away. Please give him a round of applause!" The crowd responded, and I felt like I wanted to crawl into the ground.

She slipped out of her mini-skirt and panties, and hopped up on the table. She motioned to me. One finger, beckoning me. "C'mon honey, get your last taste of strange." As conflicted as I felt, I quickly complied. Jessica was way outside of my tastes, but she was hotter than fire, and I wanted to feel that pussy. I could see it was already ready for me, shaved, swollen, and glistening in the lights. For all I knew, she might have just come from someone else's bed. And then I saw the rest of the tattoos. There was another heart tattooed all around her vagina, and the vines sprouting from it were thick and strong, not like the ones above. The message was clear – this was the root of her being. It was amazing to see.

I came to her, and she took the lead. She reached down and got me harder than I already was. "Your job is not to make me feel good tonight. Your job is to pump cum into me. Can you do that?"

"Of course, Mistress"

And so I entered her. She was surprisingly tight, and so incredibly hot. It was like fucking a vampire – a mixture of incredible pleasure and danger. She had me near my limit in just a few minutes. I was trying to hold out, because I knew I'd never get this chance again. She, on the other hand, was doing everything she could to push me over the edge. At last, she showed me her jet-black fingernails. They were long and filed to razor-sharp points. She reached around behind me and dug those nails into my ass.

She whispered to me: "Jan's going to control your cock from now on, and I'll control her, so take your shot, slave. I own you now. Give me your cum."

That did it. I lost control and started pumping everything I had into her. When I had nothing left, I backed away. Without even thinking about it, I knelt, kissed her beautiful pussy, and said: "Thank you, Mistress!" It was all I could do to keep myself from cleaning my own cum out of her.

She looked over at Jan and said, "Honey, he's a keeper. Take good care of him."

She turned over to the guest of honor. She sounded like she was calling her dog. "Oh, Piss-boy, now's your chance. You can come fuck me now. Get out of that chair and come here"

I watched as he struggled. He was grunting and crying. He was so frustrated he was at the edge of madness.

She laughed, and then looked at the next guy in line. She had him introduce himself to Piss-boy and get started on her. He went up in no time. I was proud that I'd outlasted him. She repeated the process for my other two employees.

Michael went last, and I was more than impressed. I'd seen him with men before, but with Jessica, he was an absolute human fucking machine. She did everything she could to make him cum, but nothing worked. In fact, I realized she was losing control herself. I motioned to one of my employees, and we got on either side of her, massaging her breasts and sucking her erect nipples. She finally lost it and began moaning and crying out. Michael finally lost control and gave her all he had. I felt her hand on the back of my head – holding me in place while she came. We finally all released her, and caressed her beautiful body while she recovered. Her pussy was absolutely oozing cum. A round of enthusiastic applause broke out amongst the onlookers.

When she had finally regained her composure, she looked at us and said, "Well, that was certainly unexpected. Thank you, ladies. We should do this again sometime."

She looked over at Jan and said, "I think it's time, honey." She snapped her fingers.

Two women instantly grabbed my arms and ushered me over to Jan. Another woman put an ice bag on me while Jan watched. When I was completely limp, Jan knelt. She lovingly kissed my cock, and put the cage on me. She handed me the lock and told me to put it on. My heart was absolutely pounding. I had worked so long to encourage Jan to be my mistress, and now I realized that the project had gotten out of my control. It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. My hands shook, but I kept them steady. When I heard that 'click,' I knew reality had caught up with my imagination; I was finally Jan's slave.

I heard another round of applause as she kissed my mouth and gave me a hard swat on the ass. I was way past embarrassment now. I knelt beside her. It seemed like the appropriate thing to do.

Then Jessica looked at Piss-boy again.

"Piss-boy, do you know how much you disgust me, you little worm? Every time I see that look on your stupid face, it makes me sick, so I've decided to give you to someone else who might appreciate owning you more than I do."

Panic flickered across his face. He was so deep in submission that he was scarcely a human being anymore.

"Please don't do that, Mistress, I love you. Please don't!"

"Well, maybe you can show me your worth. Maybe you can change my mind. Now, I just let all four of those cross-dressing little whores fuck me, and put their cum in me. I know you've begged me for hours for that privilege, but I've never let you get your little shrimp-dick near my cunt."

"If you want to try and earn your place back, and maybe have one last chance at fucking me, I need you to get over here, and suck the cum out of me. There are four nice loads of jizz sloshing around in there, and I think it all belongs in your stomach. Get over here."

He began squirming, trying to get off of the chair. Jan let him go, and he crawled over to his cruel Mistress. He never even glanced back to see who was behind him. It didn't surprise me very much to see him sidling over to Jessica. He soon had his face buried in her, slurping away. This poor guy was a goner. Whatever he'd once been was gone; she'd chewed him up completely.

He finally backed away from her and said, "I got it all, Mistress. You're clean now. May I please stay?"

"Oh, Piss-boy, I'd like to say 'yes', but I can't. You were chewing away so long down there, and you didn't even make me cum. You're pathetic – useless – pointless. But take heart, Piss-boy. Your new mistress is here, and already has a bed made for you in her basement. Turn around and say hello."

He began sobbing, but he slowly turned to face his new mistress. Jan removed her mask. The joyful look on his face when he recognized her was just amazing. She smiled tenderly at him, then pointed to her feet, and said, "Come here, Piss-boy. Come back to mama." He crawled over to her and began kissing her feet. The crowd broke out into applause again. They appreciated a good love story when they saw one.

Jan was a good woman and still had some love, and a lot of pity, for Tom. She sent him to a therapist, and they were eventually able to deprogram him. Even so, she said he was never the same. After months of work, he finally got out of the basement and lived on his own. He had to. Jan only had room for one sub in her life, and that was me.