THE PARTY by Manservant My Mistress had first heard about the party some six weeks previous. I had looked forward to it with both excitement and apprehension. It was time to get ready. My Mistress commands me to undress then put on a pair of open crotch pantyhose. She then hands me some 1/8 inch nylon rope and gets on the bed to watch. Her command is implicit. I bind my prick. She watches and corrects. "Tighter," she insists. "All the way up". When I'm finished my prick is tightly wound from the root to just below the head. An anchor rope winds around the entire organ and between my legs to a rope around my waist. My hard prick sticks straight up. "Put these on" she commands handing me a pair of black leather 4 inch heels, ankle fetters connected with a 12 inch chain and a taffeta mini skirt and petticoat. The skirt raps around high at the waist. My throbbing prick makes an obvious protrusion at the front. It's so short that it barely covers me. I put on the heels and ankle manacles. "Turn around" I do. "You look delicious. Now help me dress". As she looks in the mirror she directs me to select the clothes she will wear tonight and help with her makeup and hair. When we're finished she looks elegant but not out of the ordinarily in long skirt and white silk blouse and pearls. Her belt however is unusual. I hadn't seen before; very wide which nicely shows off her tiny waist. She is beautiful. She tells me I must drive. I do so carefully. I don't want to explain this to the cops. When we get to the house my Mistress orders me out of the car to finish dressing me. She directs me over to a tree and commands me to remove my skirt and hands me my corset. I put it on and at her direction reach overhead to grab a branch. It is dark out and I hear some of the guests going inside. My Mistress tells me to exhale as she tightly cinches the laces of my corset from behind. The corset extends from just above my prick to just below my armpits. She laces from the waist to the the top and bottom three times. I am dizzy from breathing. She stands admiring my form before she allows me to release the branch and put on the miniskirt again over the corset which wraps now much tighter around the waist. Next she has me kneel in front of her after I have caught my breath. She shows me the gag. A strap around the head securely holds the mouth piece between the teeth and the tongue. From this a smaller strap circles under the chin to anchor it to the lower jaw. Further two leather straps to each side to each side of my nose connect between the eyes to a thicker strap which runs over the crown of the head and is connected at the back of the neck. I hate these because they not only secure the gag but obscure my vision. Secondary straps also connect from both in front and in back of the ears so that the gag is almost like a helmet. After the gag is in place my Mistress pumps a thick rubber bag which is inserted inside the mouth so that it completely fill the inside of my mouth. She closes the valve, removes the pump and laces a thinner leather mouth piece which hides from view the valve and mouth piece. This cover ranges from just under the nose to the chin. She then locks the gag in place Next my Mistress applies the collar. This is a thick piece of steel reinforced leather up to 7 inches wide which locks my head in upright position. With this and the gag on I can barely move my head. I was dreading that arm sheath. It's like a square leather pocket with straps. First my Mistress has me fold my arms in back of me. I grab my arms just above my elbows while she slips the leather pocket around my arms. Using straps at the top she attaches the binder to rings at the back of the collar so that it won't slip down. Then she attaches the bottom to just above the waist of my corset. My arms are totally useless, they don't move unless my body does. You'd be surprised how much one uses even slight movements of the arms to balance. With the sheath on I have to be very careful. My ankle were still connected my a 12 inch chain that runs between my ankle manacles. I have practiced walking like this for weeks before tonight. "Turn around!", she commands. My prick was about ready to explode. "Oh you look great." I am collared, corsetted, gagged and sheathed. I am wearing panty hose and 4 inch heels. My prick is bound tightly with rope through a small hole in the pantyhose underneath taffeta miniskirt. My Mistress kneels before me, lifts my skirts and circles her mouth around my aching prick. "Not a sound", she commands. I obey. I'm in heaven. "Don't come". I can barely stand it. After a few minutes she stopped, sensing that loss of control was immanent. She stands before me. "OK here's the moment we've been waiting for. We're just about ready to go in to the party. Remember your rules. Total obedience. Oh and one last adjustment." She pulled from her purse a four foot twist link chain. She shows me the tiny one inch diameter fetter at the end before attaching it tightly above my testicles. The weight of the the chain tugs at my balls. Its not really painful but I notice. The other end she connects to ring at the back of her belt. She turns to examine my chagrin. "Just so you won't go wandering off", she smiles. At that she turns and strides toward the door of the house with me, her slave desperately following her. She rings the door. "You have to be very attentive. I don't want to have be concerned with you so don't allow the chain to get taut but also don't touch me unless I tell you to. Do you understand?" I nodded as best I could with the collar on. For the evening I am her shadow. She barely looks at me. In the early part of the evening less people are there so my Mistress is free to walk around. As I am hobbled with the ankle manacles and high heels following her is a real chore. When she stands talking with people I have to be sure no one tries to pass between us. With my head immobilized and the gag on its hard for me to see. For the most part I am able to avoid the painful tug and my Mistress' glare when I fail. My eyes are glued to my Mistress for any hints as to her next movement. Occasionally someone asks my Mistress about me. "Oh yes, this is my husband. He really wanted to come, didn't you dear", she teases. "He still does." She lifts the front of my skirt to reveal my aching prick. I blush. I become concerned when the music starts and people start dancing. I panic when the host of the party asks my Mistress to dance and she says yes. As they gyrate around the dance floor I desperately try to keep up and second guess. But its impossible to avoid the occasional mistake which costs me much pain. Mercyfully the next dance is slow. However this provides it own torture. My Mistress begins making out with her partner as I must simply tag along watching her every move to avoid the pain. Our host a whispers the inevitable invitation into my Mistress' ear. She giggles. "What about him?", he queries. "What about him" she reponds. The begin walking toward the staircase as I gingerly follow closely behind. Our host whispers something to his butler as my Mistress and he walk upstairs arm in arm. When we enter the bedroom our host disappears into the bathroom. For the first time tonight my Mistress turned around and gazes into my face. She follows the connecting chain with her fingers and strokes my aching prick. I plead with my eyes. She follows the chain back to the belt and unhooks the chain. "You can watch, but one sound and you'll be scrubbing floors for a month." Leading me to edge of the bed she connects to the bed frame. As our host returns she's unbuttoning her blouse.