I'll take her now.

"I'll take her now; there are some preparations to make before the party."

Zia was immediately regretting this. What had she gotten herself into? She started worrying more when, instead of returning her clothes, Trudy fastened a dog collar around her neck. Once Ann unlocked the shackles on her wrists and ankles Trudy started tugging her in the direction of the door.

"What about my clothes?"

Trudy answered, "Send them around to the house later please, Ann. She won't be needing them for a while."

"Of course, Trudy. Enjoy the party."

Zia put an arm across her breasts and a hand over her crotch as she was led outside. After a brief naked interlude in the street where she drew several stares she was led into the back of a stretch limousine.

For the next twenty minutes the old lady stroked, fondled and studied Zia's body. Despite the intimacy and sexual comments there was nothing particularly arousing about it; she felt more like a piece of meat being examined before cooking.

The car stopped in a parking loop in front of a huge Elizabethan-era mansion. Zia was a bit confused because there were no mansions like this anywhere near her home town and they hadn't had time to reach another city. When they emerged she was immediately handed off to a pair of bouncy young women in maid outfits. As she was led through the house she was amazed by the gems, silks, marbles and exotic woods that made up everything. The owner of this house had money and no qualms about showing it off. Zia's larcenous eyes tried to evaluate everything she was seeing but gave up in the entry hall after reaching the low millions.

When she got to an airy room decked in silk and lace, Zia was given a sponge bath by the two maids; no crevice was left washed, and she was left wondering whether she was more aroused by the decadency or the intimacy. Afterward they dried her with soft towels that might have been made of air. Finally they lay her down on a divan and took out feather dusters. One girl twirled a duster of Zia's breasts while the other dusted her pussy.

"What are you doing?"

"Mistress said to ensure you were ready to serve the special wine. You must be in the proper state of mind."

"What, horny?"

The young women giggled but kept twirling. A few moments later the girl working her pussy turned the duster over and pushed the handle inside Zia, carefully rubbing her most sensitive spot.

Once the young lady had licked up her cum, Zia was given a short apron that ended above her knees and rose just far enough for her nipples to poke out of a sea of white lace. Her query about the rest of her outfit was met with more giggles.