EXTRACT FOR
Mistress Nina's Party
(Miranda Birch)

First to arrive were Fiona and June, two old friends of Nina's who had expressed a keen interest in learning more about the world of female domination. Though neither had as yet acquired a slave of their own, Nina was sure that her influence would tell in the end, and they would `take the plunge'. She hoped this this evening's party would be a major step in the right direction. 



Nina brought them both outside, where they could sit and enjoy the late afternoon sun. They sat out on garden chairs on her large front lawn, which would allow them to see the guests as they arrived. Once Nina was settled down with her friends, she rang for her `staff'. That, she knew, would give the girls something to think about! 



First to arrive was Tom, her house-boy as Mistress Nina styled him. He was completely nude, as always. He came to a halt a few feet away, bowed low, then stood rigidly at attention. Both guests were a little shocked, but eyed him avidly. 



"What's that thing on his... on him?" asked June, as coy as ever. Fiona sniggered. 



"That," proclaimed Mistress Nina with delight (she loved answering this question above all others), "is his chastity device, or cock restrainer if you will. It is to stop him playing with himself." 



June just sat and stared then, first at Nina, then back at Tom. 



And at that moment who should arrive but Petunia! If Tom was a surprise and a half, then Petunia was an out and out shock! It was obviously no slave-girl who minced into the room on ridiculously high heels, came to a petticoat-swaying halt, and bobbed an elaborate curtsey. Under the blonde curls, the face was heavily made-up -- too heavily made-up, into a caricature of the `painted tart'. And the uniform. Well, the uniform was something else. It was shocking pink in colour, and really so short it could barely even be called a mini-dress. A mass of frilly lace adorned it, and frilly lace petticoats swished and swayed under the skirt of the dress with the slightest movement. Seamed black lace stockings adored the rather hefty legs, and the matching pink heels were fully seven inches high. 



Both girls stared. And the same thought went through both heads: this was clearly a man -- of sorts. Yes, despite externals, he was very obviously a man rather than a woman, in fact he whole get-up seemed designed to emphasise rather than disguise that fact -- as was indeed the case. But what sort of man would do this, or allow this? 



Nina laughed at the expression on June's face, and on Fiona's -- this particular plaything was new to her as well. 



"This is Pentunia, my new lady's maid," she announced, and waited for the barrage of questions. 



But neither June nor Fiona had anything to say. This whole world was new to June; and while Fiona had known about Tom, she still thought of him more as a compliant, obedient boy-friend -- the ideal boy- friend! -- rather than as Nina's slave. 



Nina waved a hand towards a corner of the room, and at once Petunia bobbed another curtsey and minced over there, to stand, hands folded neatly in front, waiting to serve.