When released from her bonds Louise, grasped Amey to hold her body close to her own in a loving and silent embrace.
"I have to prepare you," Amey offered to break to silence. "And time is now short."
Louise's hand strayed down to cup little Amey's hairy pussy, her fingers resting down the length of the moist lips.
"There is time surely for me to do you now," Louise said in a thick excited voice.
When no protest came, she moved her mouth down and kissed Amey full on the lips, her middle finger easing up inside her friend's pussy.
All of the servants were lined up outside the front door, five either side to form a guard of honour. Their costumes consisted of inch-wide leather strapping in black that pulled over their bare shoulders and clipped together in the centre of their chests. Around their wrists and forearms they wore shiny black leather cuffs that reached almost to their elbows. Thin leather formed the 'Arab straps' that were secured by little buckles around the base of their cocks and testicles. When pulled tight in constriction, the straps maintained a man at full erection for an indefinite period. They stood then at attention, both their bodies and their cocks rigid and expectant.
The girls stood in line beyond the male servants, two of their costumes were identical with only little Amey dressed differently, Louise was not present.
Claire and Natalie wore little ankle boots with incredibly high-heels an black hold-up stockings. Tight shiny Basques pinched their waists into impossibly thin proportions and velvet chokers nestled around their necks to frame their faces separately from their bodies. Heavy mascara, deep blue eye-shadow and bright red lipstick contrasted strongly against the white face makeup that masked their faces. They too stood ready and silent, their breasts jutting out naked and their legs set in a wide stance.
Amey, the little figure at the end was naked. She wore little patent-leather shoes with ankle straps and short white socks. Around her neck she wore a school tie, loosened to hang at an angle around her throat but still to dangle between her neat little breasts. Around her waist she wore a mockery of a gym slip; a navy blue pleated skirt so short that it didn't even reach down to her mons. Around her wrists she wore thick and ornately carved gold bracelets linked by a long golden chain to signify Madam's ownership of her.
The theme for the ball was Mediaeval/Victorian, the choice left to individual guest. Madam had dressed in accordance and drew gasps of surprise from the girls as she appeared in the doorway ready to greet her guests. Her hair was styled and piled on top of her head giving her an appearance of taller than usual elegance. Her face was made up with the same white face paint and scarlet lipstick. Her neck and breasts were bare, uplifted by the stays in her royal blue court dress of the period with only her nipple rings as decoration. The lower half of the dress hung to the floor, swept back behind her and cut up to her waist at the front to leave her pussy and thighs totally naked. Little ankle boots and black stockings with a red garter completed her outfit for the evenings celebrations.
The first of the cars swept down the driveway, six in the first batch and all in convoy. Mercedes, Rolls Royce and other various makes of limousines were to be seen pulling majestically to a halt at the foot of the steps. Madam's chauffeur, bare-chested but in his cap, breeches and boots opened the doors and assisted the passengers out.
The first couple strolled up the steps, the man dressed as a court jester from the middle ages but his cock protruding from the front of his tights. The woman, a blonde petite woman of about thirty was dressed as a serving wench with breasts bared. She moved along the line of servants, grasping each man's hard cock as she passed and giving it a squeeze. Like royalty shaking hands she was slow and deliberate in her movements. The man, a middle-aged but handsome fellow stood looking longingly at Amey before sighing heavily and moving on the Natalie. His hand cupped her pussy, his middle finger slipping up inside to feel her wetness. His planted a light kiss on each of her erect nipples before moving on to Claire and repeating he same.
Whilst Madam greeted the couple with much hugging and delighted over-the-top gesturing the second couple were moving through the lines of staff and feeling their sex freely.
"My God!" Natalie whispered to Claire during a pause. "I could do with about another hour of being fingered like this."
"And a good fucking afterwards too!" Claire said back in a hushed tone, fearful of Madam seeing them talking.
The guests were many and varied in both age groups and sex. Some males arrived alone as did some females. All though took swift advantage of the bodily parts on offer to greet them and many compliments and comments were passed during the very long process. Claire and Natalie both were highly aroused, their breasts had been felt, their pussies fingered and their bottoms felt. It was made all the more difficult to bear for them by the rigid cocks of the servants only a couple of feet away. Both girls eyed the twitching members hungrily, Natalie pouted and winked at the blonde servant Paul to further his obvious excitement.
Little Amey seemed to be the star of the show however; without exception all of the men and some of the women stopped to look her over, leering and lusting for her neat little body.
In the main hall of the manor, music played and a party atmosphere abounded. It was a noisy affair, with all of the guests sipping at drinks, nibbling at the food on offer and screeching their conversations loudly so as to be heard above the rest. Groping of the servants was rife as they moved between the guests with trays of drinks. The girls too were felt and fondled plentifully as they held trays of sandwiches to pass around.
Natalie almost came at one point; a man slipped his arm around her waist from behind to pull her back onto him, his hard cock pressed into the cleft of her buttocks. She gasped and tensed ready as the tip of his cock slid down and then back up to locate in the entrance of her pussy. It was only Arabella's untimely intervention that made him stop and withdraw.
"Stephen! You naughty boy!" She scolded. "The bitches are for later, you must learn to control your urges."
The evening passed slowly for the girls, their pussies were wet and clitorises erect as their level of arousal grew. They danced with inviting male guests, the hard erections pressing against their stomachs did little to ease the nagging need. Arabella was aware of their hunger, often she could be seen watching, smiling and reveling in their sexless contact.
It was at eight-thirty that Arabella stepped up on a small rostrum at the end of the hall, stopped the music and called the revelers to order. Her announcement was greeted with a thunderous cheer and clapping.
"Bottom warming time," she announced loudly.
Little Amey stood by her side silent and in awe of the many costumes, bathing at the same time in the many hungry eyes that roamed her body.
Madam extended her arms in front of her and moved them slightly outward in signal that the crowd should part. Amid much excited murmuring and chatter a huge central space was cleared, the crowd moving back to pack closely together both sides of the long hall.
Arabella pointed down to two separate spots on the floor in front of her.
"Claire and Natalie, stand here."
The girls moved through the crowd to take their positions and to stand on the appointed spots facing Arabella.
"Part your legs my dears and touch your toes."
The girls complied, their open pussies and backsides displayed for all to see. Between their legs the girls could see two servants standing the other end of the hall ushering eager men into two lines.
"Oh God," Claire muttered as she saw the servants hand a cane to each of the first men in line.
At Arabella's command the two men began to run, positioning their route to come alongside of the girls; the canes raised and ready to strike as they ran past.The crowd went wild, loud cheering, clapping and stamping of feet urged the men onward.