JC95123
12-21-2008, 1:46 PM
I arrived at the cafe, changed into my serving attire, basically a pair of neon blue bikini briefs and reported to the Duty Mistress.
"You’re late... again" she said turning to me.
Of course I wasn't. I wouldn't dare.
"Yes Mistress, I promise it won't happen again" I replied.
She looked me up and down appraisingly. We were getting into our roles.
"I have a large party at table eight in the back”, showing me the seating chart. “Big tippers. Do whatever it takes to make them happy."
I made my way through the dining area, all done up in the standard dark heavy wood motif, like many of the nicer, steakhouses. My table was a long wooden rustic looking affair, surrounded by captain chairs, in which were seated a group of rather nice looking, forty-ish, women. I circled the table, distributing vinyl covered menus, and came to the left of the redhead at the head of the table.
I recommended the rack of lamb with a Rutherford Cabernet, and asked if they would care for drinks while they were considering their orders.
The redhead, a Mistress Catherine, looked up from her menu and stared straight into my eyes with just the barest trace of a smile and asked for some water all 'round.
When I returned to my spot to the left of Mistress Catherine, she pointed to her water glass and asked me to look at it. When I reached for it, she grabbed my wrist firmly and forced it to the table. I didn't dare resist. There was a nice busty blonde to my right and she reached over and stroked my butt in a not so covert manner. After a slight pause, she released her hold on my wrist. Mistress Catherine smiled at me and they ordered drinks.
I served the Mistress Catherine her drink first, and the blonde, a Mistress Calleigh, last as that’s the way the seating was dictated. Then I returned to my position behind and to the right of Mistress Catherine. She looked up and raised her hand in my general direction. I dutifully leaned forward and as I did, she again grabbed my hand, forcing it to the table.
She said, to no one in particular, "The service here leaves something to be desired." Then she looked me square in the eye and “You were gone for quite awhile. I’d like some more water.”
Returning with the water, I filled everyone’s glass, again serving Mistress Calleigh last. As I knelt to serve her, she grabbed me by the back of my neck and said "I hate having to look around for a servant. They should be there when they're needed."
She looked me in the eye. She had lovely eyes, deep brown, heavy on the eyeliner, with long dark lashes. She was very sure of herself. She had a slight smile, without a trace of anger.
She pushed my head to the floor and placed her high heel on my neck. "Since I can’t find you when I need you, your place, as a servant, is here."
I didn't dare move or adjust my position in any way. They went back to their conversation and ignored me.
After a short time I heard the clicking of heels and the Duty Mistress made as if to stumble over me as I crouched awkwardly.
"Excuse me?" addressing me. Then she kicked me in the ribs. "You can't just lay about tripping people." Addressing the table, Is everything all right? Has he done something that displeases?
The Mistress Catherine said, "He just seems to never be around when we want something, so we wanted to be sure that he wouldn't wander off."
The Duty Mistress nodded in sympathy and replied, "Here, I have an idea." She kicked me again in the ribs, and then taking by the arm and hair she dragged me around to the foot of the table. She moved aside the empty chair there and flung me down, saying to me, "Well, go and resume your position under the mistress’s foot then."
There was really only one way to accomplish that from where my position. I got down on my belly and I crawled under the length of the table.
The other mistresses giggled a bit and I was accidentally kicked and my hands were trodden on as I made my way up to the feet of the Mistress Catherine. Once I was in position. Everyone placed their feet on me and resumed their conversations.
Mistress Calleigh took the trouble to hook my hand out and place her heel on it. She was not terribly tall, and she made up for it by wearing impossibly high, needle thin, stiletto heels. Mistress Catherine had her feet high up on my back, with her heels on my trapezius muscles near the neck. The others had the feet placed on my body wherever they would fit. Everyone had both feet planted firmly on me pressing me down.
After a time, Mistress Catherine, called down to me and backed her chair up, barely enough for me to crawl out. I felt the pressure from the feet lifted grudgingly from my body and I was able to drag myself out from under them, though it was clear that some of the women would just as soon have me stay where I was.
I took their orders, and returned with several bottles of red wine, the Rutherford, along with a Cabernet from Maipo Valley and a nice Shiraz from Australia. It’s been my experience that red wines, in particular lead, to trouble.
I opened the wines and after letting Mistress Catherine smell and taste each one, I set them aside to breathe. I put an appropriate salad and dressing before each person and put loads of bread and butter on table so they were accessible to everyone.
I refilled everyone’s water glass, (I wanted everyone well hydrated), and stood off to the side, but Mistress Calleigh would have none of it. She made a small ahem noise and glance from me to her tapping foot. I was falling in love with this woman. I leaned forward and looked into those dark, beautiful eyes of hers and told her that someone needed to watch for the order to come ready. Mistress Natalie had the best view of the entry and she volunteered to look for the order (there are numbered lights over by the entrance). I told her to watch for the eight to light up. She agreed, but only if I would lay face up, this time. What an angel.
Since Mistress Catherine didn’t volunteer to move I went back to the foot of the table and lay on my back and began to slide back under the table. This time the women didn’t seem to be in any hurry to accommodate me. I was slowly allowed back in, but each and every foot lifted individually and slid over my face and down my body as if independently. By the time I was in position, Mistress Natalie thrust her heel stiffly into my ribs and looked under the table to tell me that the order was up.
This time, understanding that the food was getting cold, I was allowed to exit the table with only perfunctory hesitations as they lifted their feet from my body.
In the kitchen, I put in an order for Gran Marnier Soufflés and got high fives from the rest of the wait staff.
I returned with a cadre of wait staff and directed each meal to the appropriate Mistress and poured the wines, announcing each one as I did so. Then I asked each Mistress in turn if they preferred gin or vodka, and had each supplied with a martini of the appropriate type. Clear whiskey and red wine cause the very meanest moods, but they are so good with red meat.
I refilled everyone’s water glass.
I put my hand down next to Mistress Calleigh’s foot. She smiled at me (and my heart danced), but I was immediately interrupted to bring extra butter, more sour cream, salt, forks, etc.
.
After insuring everyone’s culinary needs were satisfied I returned to the foot of the table and crawled back into position, but everyone was too preoccupied with the dinner to pay much attention to me.
After a time, the dinner and drinks began to take effect. The shoes began to come off, and the women began to play footsie with my body, more or less unknowingly. Mistress Catherine had put her foot on the side of my head with the other leg crossed over it. Mistress Calleigh was taking advantage of the access to my mouth and was popping her toes into my mouth and I was taking full advantage of the opportunity. My privates were getting plenty of attention and everyone was aware that I enjoying the whole experience immensely.
The Duty Mistress came by when they were getting to the end of the meal and told them they had a surprise coming and to finish up. The surprise was ready and it had to be served immediately.
The busboys swept in and whisked away the plates and the wait staff followed immediately on their heels with the Gran Marnier Soufflés, basically egg whites whisked to peaks, folded with powdered sugar, baked until golden, drenched in a Gran Marnier Sauce and lighted. It’s the one dessert I know that is made to be eaten on a full stomach.
I was ignored for a bit as the mistresses enjoyed their dessert.
The Duty Mistress then came back and apologized for my “bad behavior” and promised that I would be dealt with most severely. Mistress Calleigh volunteered to handle that job personally, and, of course, she later did.
"You’re late... again" she said turning to me.
Of course I wasn't. I wouldn't dare.
"Yes Mistress, I promise it won't happen again" I replied.
She looked me up and down appraisingly. We were getting into our roles.
"I have a large party at table eight in the back”, showing me the seating chart. “Big tippers. Do whatever it takes to make them happy."
I made my way through the dining area, all done up in the standard dark heavy wood motif, like many of the nicer, steakhouses. My table was a long wooden rustic looking affair, surrounded by captain chairs, in which were seated a group of rather nice looking, forty-ish, women. I circled the table, distributing vinyl covered menus, and came to the left of the redhead at the head of the table.
I recommended the rack of lamb with a Rutherford Cabernet, and asked if they would care for drinks while they were considering their orders.
The redhead, a Mistress Catherine, looked up from her menu and stared straight into my eyes with just the barest trace of a smile and asked for some water all 'round.
When I returned to my spot to the left of Mistress Catherine, she pointed to her water glass and asked me to look at it. When I reached for it, she grabbed my wrist firmly and forced it to the table. I didn't dare resist. There was a nice busty blonde to my right and she reached over and stroked my butt in a not so covert manner. After a slight pause, she released her hold on my wrist. Mistress Catherine smiled at me and they ordered drinks.
I served the Mistress Catherine her drink first, and the blonde, a Mistress Calleigh, last as that’s the way the seating was dictated. Then I returned to my position behind and to the right of Mistress Catherine. She looked up and raised her hand in my general direction. I dutifully leaned forward and as I did, she again grabbed my hand, forcing it to the table.
She said, to no one in particular, "The service here leaves something to be desired." Then she looked me square in the eye and “You were gone for quite awhile. I’d like some more water.”
Returning with the water, I filled everyone’s glass, again serving Mistress Calleigh last. As I knelt to serve her, she grabbed me by the back of my neck and said "I hate having to look around for a servant. They should be there when they're needed."
She looked me in the eye. She had lovely eyes, deep brown, heavy on the eyeliner, with long dark lashes. She was very sure of herself. She had a slight smile, without a trace of anger.
She pushed my head to the floor and placed her high heel on my neck. "Since I can’t find you when I need you, your place, as a servant, is here."
I didn't dare move or adjust my position in any way. They went back to their conversation and ignored me.
After a short time I heard the clicking of heels and the Duty Mistress made as if to stumble over me as I crouched awkwardly.
"Excuse me?" addressing me. Then she kicked me in the ribs. "You can't just lay about tripping people." Addressing the table, Is everything all right? Has he done something that displeases?
The Mistress Catherine said, "He just seems to never be around when we want something, so we wanted to be sure that he wouldn't wander off."
The Duty Mistress nodded in sympathy and replied, "Here, I have an idea." She kicked me again in the ribs, and then taking by the arm and hair she dragged me around to the foot of the table. She moved aside the empty chair there and flung me down, saying to me, "Well, go and resume your position under the mistress’s foot then."
There was really only one way to accomplish that from where my position. I got down on my belly and I crawled under the length of the table.
The other mistresses giggled a bit and I was accidentally kicked and my hands were trodden on as I made my way up to the feet of the Mistress Catherine. Once I was in position. Everyone placed their feet on me and resumed their conversations.
Mistress Calleigh took the trouble to hook my hand out and place her heel on it. She was not terribly tall, and she made up for it by wearing impossibly high, needle thin, stiletto heels. Mistress Catherine had her feet high up on my back, with her heels on my trapezius muscles near the neck. The others had the feet placed on my body wherever they would fit. Everyone had both feet planted firmly on me pressing me down.
After a time, Mistress Catherine, called down to me and backed her chair up, barely enough for me to crawl out. I felt the pressure from the feet lifted grudgingly from my body and I was able to drag myself out from under them, though it was clear that some of the women would just as soon have me stay where I was.
I took their orders, and returned with several bottles of red wine, the Rutherford, along with a Cabernet from Maipo Valley and a nice Shiraz from Australia. It’s been my experience that red wines, in particular lead, to trouble.
I opened the wines and after letting Mistress Catherine smell and taste each one, I set them aside to breathe. I put an appropriate salad and dressing before each person and put loads of bread and butter on table so they were accessible to everyone.
I refilled everyone’s water glass, (I wanted everyone well hydrated), and stood off to the side, but Mistress Calleigh would have none of it. She made a small ahem noise and glance from me to her tapping foot. I was falling in love with this woman. I leaned forward and looked into those dark, beautiful eyes of hers and told her that someone needed to watch for the order to come ready. Mistress Natalie had the best view of the entry and she volunteered to look for the order (there are numbered lights over by the entrance). I told her to watch for the eight to light up. She agreed, but only if I would lay face up, this time. What an angel.
Since Mistress Catherine didn’t volunteer to move I went back to the foot of the table and lay on my back and began to slide back under the table. This time the women didn’t seem to be in any hurry to accommodate me. I was slowly allowed back in, but each and every foot lifted individually and slid over my face and down my body as if independently. By the time I was in position, Mistress Natalie thrust her heel stiffly into my ribs and looked under the table to tell me that the order was up.
This time, understanding that the food was getting cold, I was allowed to exit the table with only perfunctory hesitations as they lifted their feet from my body.
In the kitchen, I put in an order for Gran Marnier Soufflés and got high fives from the rest of the wait staff.
I returned with a cadre of wait staff and directed each meal to the appropriate Mistress and poured the wines, announcing each one as I did so. Then I asked each Mistress in turn if they preferred gin or vodka, and had each supplied with a martini of the appropriate type. Clear whiskey and red wine cause the very meanest moods, but they are so good with red meat.
I refilled everyone’s water glass.
I put my hand down next to Mistress Calleigh’s foot. She smiled at me (and my heart danced), but I was immediately interrupted to bring extra butter, more sour cream, salt, forks, etc.
.
After insuring everyone’s culinary needs were satisfied I returned to the foot of the table and crawled back into position, but everyone was too preoccupied with the dinner to pay much attention to me.
After a time, the dinner and drinks began to take effect. The shoes began to come off, and the women began to play footsie with my body, more or less unknowingly. Mistress Catherine had put her foot on the side of my head with the other leg crossed over it. Mistress Calleigh was taking advantage of the access to my mouth and was popping her toes into my mouth and I was taking full advantage of the opportunity. My privates were getting plenty of attention and everyone was aware that I enjoying the whole experience immensely.
The Duty Mistress came by when they were getting to the end of the meal and told them they had a surprise coming and to finish up. The surprise was ready and it had to be served immediately.
The busboys swept in and whisked away the plates and the wait staff followed immediately on their heels with the Gran Marnier Soufflés, basically egg whites whisked to peaks, folded with powdered sugar, baked until golden, drenched in a Gran Marnier Sauce and lighted. It’s the one dessert I know that is made to be eaten on a full stomach.
I was ignored for a bit as the mistresses enjoyed their dessert.
The Duty Mistress then came back and apologized for my “bad behavior” and promised that I would be dealt with most severely. Mistress Calleigh volunteered to handle that job personally, and, of course, she later did.