There was a formal toast, while we were all still standing. The President held a short speech, welcoming us, Wanda and, as she called me, “her lovely female helper”. There was a small giggle from the Ladies present, a group of 8. Then we were invited to sit at the table, me and Wanda were beside the President. I could see at least three other Ladies that had been present at the meeting, the others had to be partners of the company.
It was a very pleasant dinner, I did not had to do a lot of effort to keep the conversation going, though it was awkward that I felt hands under the table, reaching for my dress, lifting it up till it was resting on my knees. I did not dare to move! Let alone drop it again. And some time later there was a hand from the other side that started stroking my upper thigh. I did not know what to do, apart from looking down at my plate. Hoping my blush would not give me away, I had the feeling I was red as Mars! Boiling hot, sweat on my forehead. The hand slowly made its way upward, fondling my satin cladded thigh. First on the outside, then slowly moving inwards, and upwards. When there was another hand on my other leg I was close to panic. I wanted to get up and run. But it was obvious I could not do that. Not only because it was not the way to act, not appropriate. But also I had a small handicap, though the word “small” is not the right description. I had a huge erection, and the tiny fabric of the underwear wasn’t hiding anything. So I better stay seated, and don’t show any kind of embarrassment. But when my gaze met Wanda’s I was sure she understood what was going on. Her smile, her look at the arms of my neighbours, with their hands under the table. And then of course my deep blushes. Got, this was so. Embarrassing? I don’t know, maybe, but I was also extremely excited. One hand finally got hold of my hard and throbbing member. God, I thought I was about to explode then and there, and I imagined all staring at me. Making me feel, so vulnerable. And excited, how could that be? How could this excite me, ever? There was confusion in my mind, where was this leading. Well, if the hand continued there was no discussion where this was leading, at all. It was downhill, hard, without a brake! But then, when I was very close to a huge orgasm the hand stopped. It moved away, as did the other. And I had time to recover.
My state of excitement must have been fairly good visible to all, but no one took advantage. No single remark was made. There was just the smile of Wanda; she was clearly amused with my position, though the level of excitement and comfort was too high to refer to it as “uncomfortable”. But her eyes were on me, and did not let go. She was never the Lady to let go. She wanted this to happen, all was planned, and it would mean there was much more to come. Suddenly she pointed downwards; I looked at her, puzzled. Then she stood up, stepped towards me.
“Under the table boy, thank our host in a proper way. Massage her feet”.
What else could I do but comply? I wasn’t in the position to argue with anyone. So I made sure the waiter wasn’t watching, and then I slipped under the table. With my robe and high heels not really an easy task. But I managed. It was a strange sight!. There were about 8 lovely Ladies, sitting relaxed, all lovely legs, sexy shoes. And I was to worship the Queen Bee. Gently I removed her shoes and sat crouched under the table. I started rubbing lightly, and then pressed harder. I did have some experience in massaging techniques. If anything, a foot massage is far from gentle, you need a firm hand, strong fingers, to get results. And it was clear I got results, there was relaxation in the way she sat, parting her legs, sitting more relaxed. And then when I had done both feet, which took at least 10 minutes, there was a big surprise. She lifted her robe slowly, and then, once above the knees, she parted her legs wide. This was clearly an invitation!
How was I to respond, hands or mouth? I did not dare to get too intimate. I was the guest of honor after all. But now, in this indecent position it was clear I was a servant. So my hands moved up, slowly. The ankles, the shin. I touched the smooth skin, not too light, I wasn’t planning to tease. I had this one chance only, if I could make the Queen consider me a good boy, I might restore my position as man again. And on the other hand, I was dying to touch her. All she reminded me off, during this day was sexual desire! I am not ashamed to say it. She could compete with Wanda. She was higher in rank, how foolish to think she would consider me in any way! But now I had this one chance, my hands on her legs, slowly working yp towards the knees. Touching them and then slowly along the outside to the back, slowly teasing, and pulling her legs apart. And as in a mricale, she responded. Her legs parted, her dressed moved up even more. And I nearly gasped, cos there were garters, and there was nothing to hide her secret garden from me! It was neatly shaved, leaving just the enough hairs covering the outlines, making me ache with desire. My cock was nearly buirsting out of the dress I was wearing, and my cock had already escaped the small panty I was given. I felt my own wetness on my belly. I shifted a bit, and felt how it was stroked by my own skin.
This movement must have been picked up by the queen, since I felt her foot, moving upwards along my leg. The pointed shoe now directed at my balls. Soft kicks urged me on! Not too lose time, but perform. I eagerly obliged, I buried my head between her strong thighs. They locked me in place as soon as my tongue touched her soft flesh. I felty a little shiver, but I could hear how she was talking, just continued. Controlling her excitement, as simply as she controlled me. My task was easy. I was locked in place, my ears blocked by the warm thighs. The pressure was enough to urge me on. Oxygen was scarce here. But the heat was overwhelming. The wetness convincing. I was being rewarded with a highly responsive female sex organ, her lips moist and inviting. Her little knob was swelling with the desire of being touched. And I did not let her down! I let my tongue do the work, and increasing the sexual desire that washed over this Lady. When she was close I felt a hand on my head, grasping my hair, pulling her closer, making more contact with my tongue, my lips and her moist sex. It was as if she was kissing me, pulling me in deeper and deeper. I had to be as silent as possible whereas my Goddess could hardly enjoy this as much as she could. But little did I know that this was exactly what really turned her on. Turning me into a doll first, and then ordering me under the table. Controlling me while being in normal conversation. Her orgasm was silent, but intense. The hand holding my hair was fierce, pulling my hair out. Making my eyes little ponds of tears. But the reward was great, the flush of warm liquid in my mouth, her spasms. It was all heaven.
When she let go she moved me towards my mistress, Wanda. And she was ready for me, she was very aroused. I had a place to find out. By touching her intimately. Of course, I had longed for this for a long time, ever since I had met her! She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met, she was strong, young. And I hoped for her attention, noticing me. When she did I was shocked to see where her demands where leading me. I had a world to lose, but I would find another world. I resisted this for many months. And now she had found the way to make me hers. To make a truly submissive to her desires. And I was convinced she felt the same. There was passion in her, the way she pulled me close. Did not want any gentle play, she demanded action. I was a bit ashamed, for her, she was ona table, a guest, and yet she was so hungry! No doubt she had won her place in this group of gorgeous and leading woman! Somehow I wondered how the relations were, truly. Who was boss? A strange thought, not at all. Any group has its ranks, in any group there are Leaders. Inspiring the pack. And somehow I sensed that my Wanda was more than just a visitor. The fact she had arranged this, and the President agreed to that. it had to mean something. It was an odd idea, but young and beautiful, stroug. Would that evoke desire, maybe even in the President?
Suddenly I was pushed aside, I thought I had done something wrong when Wanda pulled me back from under the table. Flushed, looking ashamed, failing. But I could see the sparks of joy in the eyes of the other woman,. They were having great fuin. But something had happened, when I looked at the President I saw she had lowered her eyes. And Wanda was looking strong, maybe even victorious! What had happened? I could only guess. But is was soon to learn more once the dinner was finished. We all stood there, goodbyes were said, hugs giving. Wanda and the President were saying goodbye to the other, clearly not parting from each other. I stood there now, a bit silly. The other woman bid me farewell, complimenting me with my performance. All having this sly smile, showing they were superior to me! That they could afford themselves this attitude. A was a man in a world normally controlled by men, yet something had changed. This time I was a minority, even converting to the other side. Being dressed in such a feminine way.
I was contemplating this when I was taken by the two remaining woman, my Wanda and the President. They took me in between them and escorted me. To my surprise we did not go up to our rooms, but headed for the main entrance, where the limo was waiting. I was pushed in, a barrier between them. Somehow I sensed this was going in a total different direction then I expected.