Last minute before the party

"There he is, the big lazy tomcat. Dozing in the sun," Laurel's voice rouses you out of a drowsy erotic dream. You look up to see her and Lisa standing arm in arm in the patio door. They look delicious, especially coming out of a fantasy where you were fucking them both as well as the Asian maid who you met earlier.

"I know that look," Laurel laughs with a warning wave of her finger. "I want our hair to stay perfect until the party. The start of it at least." She's had her hair done in ringlets that fall about her face in a particularly sexy way. Lisa brunette locks are in a french roll style, that shows her long slender neck off.

"Has Mrs. Jennings left?"

"She was never here. She's sick and another woman filled in for her."

"I hope she did as good a job. Tell me about this woman. Was she pretty?"

"Very. A slender young Chinese girl. And before you ask, no I didn't fuck her, although I think she wanted me to."

"That's not like you to pass up an opportunity. Are you feeling well, darling?" she says with an impish smile.

"Just storing energy to fuck you both senseless later," you say, grinning at the two of them..

"Mmmmm, hope so," purrs Lisa with a backward glance at you as the two women leave.

The rest of the afternoon passes without event. You laze most of it away, make a few party preparations, and look in on the women now and again. The two seem to have become friends, chatting and laughing and whispering to each other as though they've known each other for years. When they see you they both smile happily at you, sharing glances with each other.

An hour before the party you go upstairs to shower and dress, choosing a soft cotton shirt and linen slacks with loafers. Laurel and Lisa are in one of the other bedrooms getting ready. Laurel likes to make her appearance at parties a surprise for you, and you have no doubt it will be something special.

Dressed, you lounge downstairs, checking a few last things. You hear the clatter of heels on the stairs as the women come down, and you wait in the living room so they can make an entrance to an appreciative audience.

You're not disappointed. Individually Laurel and Lisa are gorgeous. Side by side, dressed as they are, they're spectacular. Lisa wears the lace trimmed black maid uniform you saw her in yesterday, he ripe breasts bulging out of the top. Her shapely legs are encased in back seamed stockings, her feet in four inch heels. A wisp of lace cap rests in her hair and she carries a feather duster.

"Does M'sieur approve?" she purrs in a theatrical French accent. "Does Mam'selle Lisa's appearance satisfy the Master?" You nod, speechless for the moment, you eyes turning to Laurel.

She's dressed all in white, what there is of it. White heels, white lace thigh high stockings, scanty white lace panties, and fingerless white lace gloves. And that's all. She stands looking shy and modest, and despite her near nakedness manages to look innocent as well as utterly wanton. She holds a something white and lacy in her hands, and she steps towards you, holding it out to you.

"Would Master so honor this slave that he put this around her neck in symbol of the collar she is proud to wear," she asks quietly, her head bowed as she stands before you. You take it from her. It's white lace choker, decorated with white beads. Carefully, looking into her eyes as you do it, you place it around her throat and fasten it at the back. She bites her lip and quivers, closing her eyes, her knees shaking for a moment. "Thank you Master. You are very kind to this slave," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly. You can smell the first scent of her arousal already.

Lisa has watched the exchange with fascination, biting her lip and rubbing herself gently. "Is that what a collar does to her?" she whispers. "She told me, but..." You smile at her and nod as Laurel still quivers before you.

"It's party time, slave. Time to be the good slave hostess, until I command you again."

"Yes Master," Laurel replies in something close to her normal voice, though still with a strong hint of submission in it.

As if on cue, the doorbell rings. Your guests are here.