The air smelt of opulence. Amongst the throng of feminine beauty, slaves were interspersed, to see to every need of the guests. The host, the Goddess, my Mistress, found slaves repulsive, and the thought of their naked or half naked bodies abhorrent. In her world, at her events, slaves were covered, normally, as on this occasion in tight fitting rubber. The obvious discomfort of her slaves betrayed by the sweat pouring from the brows beneath their rubber hooded heads always pleased my Mistress. On this occasion our skin tight rubber uniforms were an hideous bright yellow. Slaves could not hide. Always visible to the guests and at their beck and call. In keeping with the theme of this night, which was to emphasise the superiority of real men over their worthless counterparts, the mouths of all slaves were bizarrely wedged wide open clasped around rubber ring gags. Slaves had no need to speak, they merely obeyed commands. Our aching clamped jaws an added discomfort and of course our open unprotected mouths always open to the abuse of our betters.