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on.
    “ Is this our kink session,
Sir?” I asked.
    “ No. This is what you'll be
required to wear to serve our guests.”
    My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. He couldn't possibly be
serious. There was maybe only half a foot of chain between the two
ankle cuffs. Taking normal steps would be impossible. I'd have to
waddle around like a penguin. Not to mention I was naked. Did he
really expect me to show my body to an entire room of people I didn't
know?
    “ Aren't you worried I'll trip
and embarrass you, Sir?”
    “ No,” he replied
plainly.
    The new collar was thick leather, wider and heavier than my collar of
consideration but with a soft lambskin lining to protect my neck from
irritation. Damien attached a lightweight chain to the O ring. It
hung loosely between my breasts, splitting off just below my navel to
turn into wrist restraints, which Damien fastened in place. I had
about a foot of space between them. With both sets of fetters on,
serving anyone was going to be a real chore.
    When Damien was done securing my bonds, he took a step back to admire
his handiwork. “How does that feel?”
    “ Restrictive,” I dragged
out the word, doing a poor job at hiding my discontent.
    “ No one said this was going to
be easy.” Damien smirked at me.
    “ It never is with you, Sir.”
    “ Oh, come now, I make some
things easy.” He bent forward, roughly groping one of my
breasts and flicking his tongue across the nipple. My breath hitched
as all the pleasure sensors in my body turned on at once. Then he
sucked it into his mouth, moaning softly against my skin as his
tongue swirled and danced until the nub was peaked from stimulation.
I felt completely subdued, wanting to tangle my fingers in his hair
but knowing I had to keep my carnal desires at bay.
    “ You're evil,” I
grumbled when he finally came up for air.
    Damien stepped dangerously close to me, sliding a hand between my
legs. His finger skillfully slipped between my pussy lips, and I felt
my legs involuntarily trying to spread for it, though it was
pointless with the restraints.
    “ And you're wet,” he
whispered into my ear. “That was easy.”
    Hate you. So much. Right now.
    Playfully, I nipped at his collarbone, hoping he'd give in and take
me. He wouldn't even have to undo my restraints. Damien was such a
sexual Houdini that he could probably fuck me fifty different ways
around them. Oh how I wanted him to try.
    But instead, he stepped away, retreating to his chair and leaving me
sexually frustrated. I penguin-walked forward, sitting myself on his
lap and grabbing at the front of his jeans. It must have looked
rather humorous because he was grinning the entire time he was
slapping my hands away.
    “ You're not behaving,”
he warned.
    “ You started it,” I
complained, knowing I wouldn't win. Stubborn stubborn man, he was.
    As a consolation prize, Damien leaned forward to give me a peck on
the lips. It wasn't near what I wanted, but I knew I would have to
settle. There was a lot yet to be done before the guests arrived, and
for as horny as I was, I did need to get some practice in.
    “ If not fucking, then what do
we do now?” I asked.
    “ Now we go over what's
expected of you,” Damien replied, wrapping his arms loosely
around my waist.
    “ What's expected of me?”
    “ When the guests begin to
arrive, I want you to answer the door. You will greet all Doms as Sir
and all Dommes as Miss. If someone requests that you call them by a
different title, honor their request. You will take all coats and
place them in the coat closet, then you will lead the guests into the
living room and offer refreshments. There is tea, soda, juice, and
water in the kitchen. Pretend you're a waitress. Everyone's glass
should be filled before they even have to ask for a refill.
    “ When you're not serving, you
will be parked in a corner of the room. I'll show you where when we
get into the living room. While you're parked, you're not to make a
sound. I want you