By: BLUSHFantasies
The conference room at The Diana House was a study in opulence. The walls were adorned with gold-framed awards and interesting decorations. At the head of the long glass table stood Mistress Diana, her presence commanding attention without her even speaking. Her curly red hair surrounded her face in perfect waves, her red lips curled into a knowing smirk. Beside her, Molly Highland, her ever-reliable assistant, was poised with a phone in hand, ready to take notes and manage the schedule.
Seated around the table were the six of the eight women who made of The Diana House members. Each of them was perched atop their assigned ass slave, the women beneath them serving as both furniture and a constant reminder of their status. The slaves’ faces were buried beneath the full weight of their mistresses.
Mistress Diana cleared her throat, her voice cutting through the quiet wait of anticipation. “Good morning, ladies. I trust you all had a productive weekend?”
There were murmurs of assent around the table as the women shifted slightly on their ass slaves, ensuring their comfort. Ella Violet, the newest member of the household, sat right in front of the commanding Mistress Diana. Her silver hair was styled loose, framing her pale face, which was currently set in a slight frown. She was still adjusting to life at The Diana House, and it showed.
Mistress Diana’s gaze landed on Ella, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Ella, my dear, how are you settling in? I trust the transition hasn’t been too overwhelming?”
Ella glanced up, her blue eyes flicking to Mistress Diana before darting back down to the table. “It’s... fine,” she said, her voice tinged with a hint of shyness. “I’m enjoying it so far.”
Mistress Diana chuckled, her red lips quirking. “I’m glad to hear it. You’ve joined a very special household, Ella. We expect nothing but the best from our members, and I have no doubt you’ll excel here.”
"Ladies, I want to take a moment to formally introduce our newest member, Ella Violet," Mistress Diana said, her voice firm yet warm. "Ella, as you all know, is a rising star in the emo-pop scene and has joined us here at The Diana House to further her career and contribute to our success."
Ella shifted slightly on her ass slave, her cheeks flushing as all eyes turned to her. She was finally a member of The Diana House, and it made her nervous.
Mistress Diana continued, her tone stern but caring. "Ella, I want you to know that you are welcome here. We are a family, and we support each other. However, I expect nothing but the best from you. You will work hard, follow the rules, and respect the hierarchy of this household. Do you understand?"
Ella swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Mistress."
Mistress Diana nodded, her expression softening slightly. "Good. Now, I want each of you to make Ella feel at home. Help her adjust to our way of life here. Ella, you will find that we are all here to support you, but we also demand respect and discipline. This is a place of business, and we all have our roles to play."
Princess Peach, her golden hair cascading down her shoulders, smiled warmly at Ella. "Welcome, Ella. We're happy to have you here. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask."
Ella smiled back.
Rosalina, her regal demeanor evident even in her casual posture, nodded in agreement. "Yes, welcome to The Diana House. We look forward to working with you."
Elsa, her icy blue eyes piercing, gave Ella a small smile. "It's nice to meet you, Ella. I'm sure you'll fit in just fine."
Anna, always bubbly and cheerful, clapped her hands together. "Oh, Ella, you're going to love it here! We're all like sisters. Well, most of the time," she added with a giggle.
Scarlett "Laurel" Darkrose, her dark makeup accentuating her sharp features, rolled her eyes but offered a small smirk. "Yeah, yeah, welcome to the madhouse, Ella. Just don't get on Mistress Diana's bad side, and you'll be fine."
Mistress Diana raised an eyebrow at Scarlett but didn't comment. Instead, she turned her attention back to Ella. "Ella, you will be working closely with all of these women. They are your colleagues, but they are also your mentors. Learn from them, and don't be afraid to ask for help. We are all here to ensure your success."
"You know," Ella began, her voice soft but confident, "I have to say, it's really nice to finally have an ass slave of my own. I mean, I've always heard about ass-slaves, but it still feels so surreal."
The other women chuckled, their ass slaves remaining still and silent beneath their asses.
Princess Peach tilted her head slightly, her golden curls cascading over her shoulders. "Oh, Ella, you're still getting used to it, aren't you?"
Ella nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, I mean, it's just so different from what I'm used to. I've never had someone so... devoted to me before. It's kind of overwhelming, but in a good way."
Rosalina arched an elegant eyebrow. "And how are you adjusting to the more... intimate aspects of owning an ass slave?"
Ella's cheeks flushed slightly, but she didn't shy away from the question. "Well, I have to admit, it's still a bit strange. I mean, farting, pooping, and peeing down someone's throat? It's not something I ever thought I'd have the pleasure of doing. But, I have to say, it's kind of liberating. Knowing that I can just... let go, and she's there to take it all? It's a pretty amazing feeling."
Elsa leaned forward slightly, her icy blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. "And how do you feel about the fart-sniffing sessions? I know they can be a bit... intense for new members."
Ella shrugged, her fingers absently playing with a strand of her sliver hair. "Honestly, I love it. I mean, it's definitely an adjustment, but I'm starting to get the hang of it. And knowing that our clients are willing to pay top dollar for the experience? That makes it all worth it."
Scarlett Darkrose, her dark makeup accentuating her sharp features, smirked. "Yeah, Ella, just make sure you don't hold back. Our clients expect the best, and we always deliver."
Mistress Diana's sharp gaze swept over the conference room, her patience wearing thin. "Where is Sabrina Bunny?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the quiet chatter. "She was supposed to be here for this meeting."
Molly Highland, ever the efficient assistant, quickly flipped through her tablet before responding, her Southern drawl softening her words. "Sabrina is currently on her Southern Pilecia tour, Mistress," she said calmly. "She's performin' in several cities this week and will be back on Friday."
Mistress Diana's eyebrows furrowed, her irritation evident. "Friday? Why wasn't I informed of this earlier?" she asked, her tone sharp.
Molly hesitated for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "I sent out the schedule update last week, Mistress. Sabrina's tour dates were included in the email."
Mistress Diana let out a frustrated sigh, her fingers tapping on the mahogany table. "I must have overlooked it," she muttered, more to herself than to anyone else. "Very well. Let's continue without her for now. We'll review her performance and schedule once she returns."
The other women in the room exchanged knowing glances, accustomed to Mistress Diana's occasional bouts of anger. Ella Violet, still adjusting to the dynamics of The Diana House, watched the interaction with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
Mistress Diana's energy suddenly shifted. “Ah. Well Sabrina will be able to make your special gift ladies.” The room suddenly perked up. "This Friday, we'll be hosting a taco party night here at The Diana House," Mistress Diana continued, her tone shifting as a spark of excitement lit up her eyes. "Consider it a reward for all your hard work. Our profits are up 20% since last month, and I couldn't be more proud of all of you."
A chorus of joyful chitter chatter filled the room, the women clearly excited about the upcoming celebration.
"Now, this will be just like our first taco night," Mistress Diana added, her voice growing more animated. "We'll have a variety of gourmet tacos, a large array of specialty cocktails, and of course, a dedicated party toilet-slave. We're still deciding which slave we'll use. We're reviewing incidents in the last forty days to decide.”
Mistress Diana regained control of the room by raising a single hand.
"Now," Mistress Diana continued, her voice regaining its usual composure, "let's move on to the next item on the agenda. Elsa, you have a private session with a celebrity client tomorrow. Are you prepared?"
Elsa nodded, her icy blue eyes focused. "Yes, Mistress. I've reviewed the client's preferences and am fully prepared for the session."
Mistress Diana nodded in approval. "Good. Remember, this client is very particular. Make sure everything is to their satisfaction."
As the meeting continued, Ella couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that she wasn't the one under Mistress Diana's scrutiny at the moment. She made a mental note to always double-check the schedules and updates to avoid any potential mishaps in the future.
Mistress Diana nodded, her gaze shifting to Scarlett. "Scarlett, you have a 24 hour face-sit live-stream on Saturday night. Ensure you're fully prepared and give it your all."
Scarlett rolled her eyes slightly but nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I know the drill."
Mistress Diana's expression hardened slightly. "I expect nothing less than your best, Scarlett. Understood?"
Scarlett sighed dramatically but nodded again. "Yes, Mistress."
"Good," Mistress Diana said.
"As you all know, Ella will be making her debut in our adult content tomorrow, and I expect nothing but the best from her."
Ella's heart skipped a beat, her nerves flaring up at the mention of her debut. She had been anticipating this moment, but hearing it announced so casually sent a shiver down her spine.
"Princess Peach will be taking the lead in this shoot," Mistress Diana continued, her tone slightly amused. "She'll be pegging Ella, and I trust that you'll make it a memorable performance for our audience."
Princess Peach smirked, her golden curls cascading over her shoulders as she turned to Ella. "Don't worry, Ella. I promise I won't be too rough on you," she said, her soft voice softening her words. "We'll make it a performance to remember, won't we?"
Ella swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing slightly as she nodded. "Yes, Princess Peach. I'll do my best."
“Please... Just call me Peach.” Princess Peach reassured Ella with a smile.
Mistress Diana's lips curled into a small smile. "Good. Now, let's make sure everything is set for tomorrow. Elsa, you'll be joining them for the shoot. I want you to fart down Ella's throat while Princess Peach is pegging her. Make it as intense and memorable as possible."
Elsa nodded, her icy blue eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Yes, Mistress. I'll make sure Ella gets the full experience."
Ella's eyes widened slightly at the announcement, but she quickly composed herself. "Yes, Mistress. I'll be ready."
As the meeting continued, Ella couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and apprehension. Her debut was just around the corner, and she was determined to prove herself and make Mistress Diana proud. The thought of Elsa's gas filling her mouth while Princess Peach took control sent a thrill through her, a mix of fear and excitement that she was eager to explore.
Mistress Diana finished announcing the schedule through the week.
Mistress Diana let out a sigh as she face shifted into a serious scowl. “A few more things. I received a variety of complaints last week.” The room full of women went completely still as Diana's intimidating tone straightened them up.
"I've received some complaints that certain members of this household are using non-assigned ass-slaves for their personal needs. This is absolutely unacceptable."
The room fell silent, the women exchanging nervous glances.
"Each of you has been assigned an ass-slave for a reason," Mistress Diana continued, her tone growing harsher. "You are to use only your assigned slave for all your back-end needs. Understood?"
There were murmurs of assent, but Mistress Diana's expression remained stern.
"I expect this rule to be followed without exception. If I hear of any further violations, there will be severe consequences."
She paused, allowing her words to sink in before continuing. "Next, I want to restate the expectation that all farts in the presence of other ladies should be directed down the throats of your assigned ass-slaves. I don't want to hear any complaints about the smell or sound of your gas. This is the entire purpose of your ass-slaves they are there to deal with and swallow all waste you create. DO NOT subject your sisters to the smell or sound of your farts."
The women nodded, some shifting uncomfortably in their seats.
"This is non-negotiable," Mistress Diana said, her voice sharp. "If I catch any of you breaking this rule, you'll regret it. Am I clear?"
"Yes, Mistress," the women chorused, their voices subdued.
"Good," Mistress Diana said, her gaze softening slightly. "Now, onto the final matter. I've been informed that some of you are neglecting to report when a basement toilet-slave is whining, even when no one is around. This is unacceptable."
The room grew even quieter, the tension palpable.
"You are all responsible for ensuring the proper care and discipline of our toilet-slaves," Mistress Diana said, her tone firm. "If a slave is whining, it's your duty to report it immediately, regardless of whether you're present or not. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Mistress," the women replied, their voices more resolute.
"Now, does anyone have any questions before we wrap up?" Mistress Diana asked, her voice firm yet slightly more relaxed.
The room fell silent, the women exchanging glances, unsure if they should speak up. Just as the silence began to stretch uncomfortably, a muffled sound broke the quiet.
Scarlett Darkrose shifted slightly on her Ass-Slave seat, a sly smirk playing on her lips. She had let out a huge fart.
The sound muffled as it shot down the throat of her ass-slave, who was positioned beneath her.
The women exchanged knowing glances, some quietly giggling at the audacity of Scarlett's action. Mistress Diana, her lips quirking into a small smile, nodded in approval.
"Thank you, Scarlett, for listening to my instructions and directing that appropriately," Mistress Diana said, her tone slightly amused. "I appreciate your compliance."
Scarlett smirked, her dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Of course, Mistress. I always aim to please."
The women exchanged knowing glances, their giggles subsiding as they returned their attention to Mistress Diana.
"Very well," Mistress Diana said, her voice firm once more. "If there are no further questions, we'll adjourn this meeting. Remember, I expect nothing but the best from all of you. Make me proud."
With that, Mistress Diana stood up and left the room, followed closely by Molly. The women began to disperse, each heading off to prepare for their respective tasks.
Ella took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for the busy week ahead. She was determined to prove herself and make Mistress Diana proud.
Ella couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. Despite her initial apprehension, she was beginning to see that The Diana House was more than just a business—it was a family. And she was determined to prove herself worthy of being a part of it.