“Strip.”
His shirt was over his head almost as soon as the words left her lips. In a matter of seconds, he stood naked before her as she smirked and twirled a ring around her finger.
She handed him the rubber ring; it was a cock ring with a white bowtie fastened to it. She smirked as he wiggled it into place.
“I’d expect that little thing to be kept standing at attention the entire evening – your little bowtie there should help. Although I doubt that keeping that little dick hard will be a problem with all the attention it will get tonight.”
As she spoke, she moved behind him and slipped a simple, black leather collar around his neck.
“You will attend to my guests, acting as our butler this evening, but there will be a few more rules in place than you’re used to. You are not allowed to speak, nor are you allowed to make eye contact with any of my guests. If you need to speak to me, there is a notepad and pen in the kitchen and you may use it to write a note, but frankly I expect most of what you need to say will be communicated through body language. Do you understand so far?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he said.
She turned him to face her and popped him smartly on the cheek.
“I said you are not allowed to speak. Try again. Do you understand me?”
He nodded, his eyes dropping to the ground as his cheeks turned pink.
“Good. You will be expected to serve all my guests’ needs, regardless of what they may be. A requests from one of them is an order from me. Is that clear?”
He nodded again and she stepped back to inspect him. The bowtie was in place and his tiny cock rigid. Other than that, and the collar, he was naked, hairless, and ready to serve.
Just as she finished inspecting him, the doorbell rang, announcing the first of their guests. She watched as he opened the door and gestured for three women to come in. They immediately noticed the bowtie cockring and laughed at his “uniform” and she smiled as his cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink.
He led the women to the living room and she followed, ordering him to make her a gin and tonic and asking her guests what they would like to drink.
As the bell rang again, he left the room while she and her friends chatted. Not all of them were kinky or dominant, but none of them were surprised by the presence of their naked male butler. One by one, he showed each beautiful, impeccably dressed woman into the living room. He served drinks and hors d’oeuvres with delightfully pink cheeks and a miniature erect cock standing at attention is his little bow.
“I love the little bowtie, although I think maybe it’s a little too big. It makes his teeny weenie seem even smaller than usual,” said one of her guests.
The room erupted with laughter and she smiled, watching him and knowing he was throbbing with shame and arousal by now.
“I think it’s important to call attention to how little his dick is so there’s no question in his mind that service is his only hope for pleasing a woman. Plus, it’s just fucking funny,” she said.
“Now, just so you’re all aware and don’t think him ill mannered, he’s not allowed to speak tonight, nor is he allowed to make eye contact with any of you. He’s expected to comply with all requests, so feel free use him however you wish – just don’t expect him to respond verbally.”
She paused and glanced at him. “Is dinner ready?”
He nodded.
They stood and followed him into the dining room and took their seats. One of them swatted his ass with a loud crack he poured her wine. The rest took their cue and swatted his ass as he filled each glass with wine, trying desperately not to spill. His butt cheeks began to glow with a lovely shade of pink – matching his face as he moved around the table.
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