The First Femdom Party - From the Diary of Slave Katinka

“The First Femdom Party“ was written for BDSMforyou.nl by slave Katinka.

At last the time had come. Katinka was going to her first femdom party. This silly, inexperienced girl didn't really know what to expect, so I had tried to read up on it, and what I gathered was that there would be lots of Mistresses coming with their slaves and/or subs. An exciting thought.

I know my Mistress thinks it's important that I turn up looking perfect, so in the week leading up to the party I was busy painting my nails, painting my nails and painting my nails some more. Until it all looked immaculate. I also had to photograph all my outfits beforehand, so that Mistress Moriah could make a choice. My idea of sending photos while the clothes were lying on the bed or hanging on a hook was not received with much enthusiasm by Her. I had to put everything on... 'Yes Mistress'.

Showing off clothes

So I picked everything out, put it on, took a photo and finally sent all the photos to Her. In the end she messaged me Her choice and immediately told me how I had to wear my hair (two braids), so that I could pack that outfit in the suitcase. Ready to go! On the way I couldn't resist sending Mrs Moriah a naughty voice message; fortunately she can usually handle that well. On the way I picked up another slave and so we drove to the party together, having a lovely time.

Rising tension

Still a good number of kilometres from The Hague today, I started to get a bit nervous after all. My big mouth got a little smaller with every kilometre and in the end I was somewhere between laughing and crying. The tension kept growing and 'suddenly' we were standing at Her door. After we rang the bell, the door was opened by Mrs Moriah's sub, 2Bees. Once we were inside, Mistress Moriah came to greet us too. The moment I see Her, I become shy again. Nothing is left of my big mouth.

Straight to work

Once inside I had to go straight into the kitchen. No relaxing for a bit, just get stuck in. I had to bake bread and make soup. Out of nerves everything went wrong and baking bread suddenly turned out to be really difficult, even ready-made bread. So I took about an hour and a half to bake the rolls, when it could also have been done in 10 minutes. In the end, with guidance from Mistress Moriah, the rolls turned out fine after all. Apparently I had done something stupid.

While She stood in the kitchen to point out my stupidity, Mistress Moriah immediately explained where all the nibbles for the evening were and what I still had to do with them. I only half listened because I thought I knew it all already. Headstrong as I am.

Other Mistresses

There was everything. Satay skewers, little meatballs, sweet nibbles, spicy nibbles, really lots of tasty things. Mistress Moriah wanted the nibbles arranged on cake stands. For example, there were also small sandwiches that had to be put with them. To my mind I had neatly filled the various cake stands with all sorts of treats.
By now all the Mistresses had arrived. Exciting, and I am glad that all I have to do for Mistress Moriah is serve. She did impress upon me to be polite and to treat every Lady with respect, because otherwise She could not protect me from some 'percussion'.

Obedient

So I introduced myself neatly and politely and stayed in the safety of the kitchen as much as possible. I actually found even that very scary. Scary and exciting. I tottered back and forth a bit on my high heels and eventually the party began. Mistress Moriah had come up with the idea of playing a game together: 'Kinky hints with a handicap.' The subs had to draw two cards. A 'hint' and a 'handicap.' For example, they had to act something out with a spreader bar, or with a bag over their head, or while being whipped. The Mistresses only had to guess.

However, this was done with so much enthusiasm that one of the Mistresses accidentally knocked over a glass... It took me a great deal of effort not to say something cheeky. But luckily 2Bees is a good coach and I remained a very sweet, well-behaved girl.

Strict!

Everything seemed to be going well, until Mistress Moriah came into the kitchen. 'What on earth have you put on the table?' I saw straight away from Her look that something had gone very wrong. I still tried to smile sweetly and innocently, but Her look stayed on 'strict'. In Her hand she held a piece of dry brown bread. 'What is this? Why have you put plain pieces of bread on the cake stands and not sandwiches?' I felt my face turning red. I stammered something about 'not wearing my reading glasses' and wanted the ground to swallow me up. Apparently they hadn't been sandwiches that I had put out but plain pieces of bread. I hadn't noticed, but I had even stuck a cheerful little cocktail stick in them...

With a slipper

Hilarious, of course, but I was mortified and then I also had to confess it to everyone present. There I stood in the middle of a room full of Mistresses, confessing that I had wanted to feed them like ducks with dry pieces of bread. If the ground could have swallowed me up, it would have done so at that moment. The punishment could not stay away in the end, and I got acquainted with Madam J's slipper. The slipper 2Bees had warned me about before the party. He had literally said: 'If you get to choose something, never, and I mean never, choose Madam J's slipper.' Now I know why.

Bare bottom

Mistress Moriah hit me with a slipper on my bare bottom. And despite my whimpering, moaning, crying and loud 'OWWWWW' shouting, she just carried on. It only made her laugh harder. And suddenly 2Bees was standing next to me and he got the slipper too. Much harder than I did, and I felt quite sorry for him. He screamed the whole kitchen down. And the Ladies just kept laughing. Because I felt so sorry for him, I started slipping him cubes of cheese and sweets. Until he was given a pig mask and put in a cage, and then I couldn't do it any more.

Joining in myself

In the end I had to take my turn too. I was called over by Mistress Moriah and I was allowed to join in the game as well. Exciting, but secretly I also enjoyed it a lot. I drew the 'mouth spreader', but it didn't fit me, so Mistress Moriah gave me electricity. She picked up the Violet Wand and let me feel the current on my body. Scary, but actually I found it very pleasant too. A real shame that my card was guessed so quickly, because then the current stopped again...
After the game there was plenty of room for 'free play'. That could be done in various places in the house.

I thought it was beautiful to watch and I had a wonderful evening. Afterwards it had simply been very relaxing and I had been able to be who I really am. Even with my clumsy moments, occasionally my bravado and very often the little girl. Despite the tension, I felt very safe with my Mistress all evening.

Release

After everyone had left again I tidied up and eventually everyone went to sleep. Once alone in the dark, a few tears came. Not out of sadness but a kind of release of the tension that had built up. After that I fell asleep beautifully, quite unusual, because normally I sleep badly or not at all outside my own bed. I suspect I sawed down quite a few trees.

Around ten o'clock I woke up and went downstairs. Made a cup of coffee and dutifully set about hoovering, mopping, emptying the dishwasher, tending the flowers, and after I had finished mopping Mistress Moriah came in. I'm smiling again as I write this.

Massage

Of course I made a cup of coffee for Mistress Moriah. And a little later 2Bees came downstairs too, and so did Suus (the slave who had driven there with me). We had a lovely breakfast and of course I had to hear about the dry bread again. After breakfast I gave Mistress Moriah a shoulder/neck/back massage. I tried to teach 2Bees a bit about massage, but well, I might as well have talked to the cat. He's still a man, after all.

We spent the rest of the day sitting outside, with plenty of jokes and fun. And regularly that look from Mistress Moriah that makes me very shy and yet leaves me a little speechless. And then it was time to go, Suus and I headed off again. Lovely cuddles with Mistress Moriah and 2Bees.

On the way I had a short emotional moment. I dropped Suus off at her house and drove on. And those short emotional moments came a few more times, and when I walked into my house the release of a longer emotional moment came. But okay, the feeling of having felt so safe is something so overwhelming and warm. I can't describe it very well. As I write it down again I have to cry again. That it is simply 'okay' who I am, what I do, feeling accepted.

Me, a good girl.

Source

Text: slave Katinka (aka anne)
Photography: Mrs Moriah