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The dinner party started out plain enough. I was so proud of the menu I’d selected and how beautiful everything looked. I felt such pleasure as I played hostess for you, greeting guests, offering beverages. It’s funny looking back now; I didn’t notice the tension in the air as the last guest arrived. I mingled, catching your eye from time to time making sure everything was tended to. It was when you beckoned me over to you one of those times that I suddenly felt the trap snap shut. The look in your eye told me it was about to get uncomfortable for me. It was only 10 feet, the distance I had to walk, but it felt like a hundred miles, and yet I crossed it far too quickly for my peace of mind.
You smiled, such a sweet smile and I smiled back, thinking perhaps I’d imagined the look in your eye, then it was back and you spoke. “Take off your clothes Anna.” After you said then you looked away, closing off any chance I had of pleading with my eyes. The roaring that filled my ears made no sense because as I looked around, no one else was talking. They were watching me, everyone but you, and the woman you were talking to, she glanced at me, smirking at me, frozen. I can’t say for certain how much time passed, probably not too long because you didn’t look at me to see why I hadn’t complied. I slowly began unbuttoning my shirt, chosen so careful for this night, when I bought it I thought, this shirt and skirt make me feel beautiful, exactly what I need for a night like this. It never occurred to me that I wouldn’t be getting them as a shield.
Fingers trembling, I undid the buttons, tugging the hem from my skirt band, letting the soft silk slide down my arms, it whispered as it scraped my legs on the way down, then it landed a smear of pale pink on the floor. Next came my bra, though as it released it’s hold on my breasts I realized I should have left it on longer, suddenly I was naked, from the waist up. Too late to do anything about it now I told myself as I shimmied out of my skirt, another whisper of pink silk and as I glanced down at the pile of clothes my brain supplied the words, innocence shed. I giggled and then blushed as your head swiveled toward me, quickly pushing my panties off my hips, over the tops of the stockings and down my legs, another pink sacrificed.
Your gaze took me in; I felt your eyes burning my skin, as you looked me over, pausing at the stockings. Finally you said, “I think you’ll be more comfortable if you remove those and your shoes.” I nodded and stepped out of my heels, then rolled my stockings down, balancing on one foot as I removed each stocking, letting them settle on top of the rest of my things. You nodded, “Good girl, carry on with your duties, you may serve dinner when it is ready.”
“Yes Jamie.” My voice sounded funny to my ears, too high and tight, I didn’t know where to put my eyes as I started to turn from you, eyes taking in all the people, there were only seven people, three women and four men, ourselves included but with my face burning and tears threatening to slide down my cheeks it seemed a hundred, maybe more. I placed one foot in front of the other, getting several paces away before you stopped me.
“Oh Anna,” I turned to look at you, noticing the box in your hand. I moved back to you and opened the box. I blinked several times before removing the clear vinyl half apron, complete with ruffle trim from the box. “so you don’t hurt yourself while in the kitchen.” I nodded before I saw your smirk and heard your next words. “And to keep you from touching that dripping wet cunt.” I heard the others laugh, glanced up and saw the knowing look in a woman’s eyes, the truth of your words shamed me and the first tear slid down my cheek. You turned to the woman beside you, “Please pick up the whore’s clothes as she is too lazy and sloppy to do it herself.”
I swallowed hard as I watched the woman rise, gracefully bend to collect my clothes and with a look of disdain she drifted down the hall to put my clothes in your room. I quickly sucked a few breaths, feeling the air was too warm on my suddenly cold skin. With my back to you I couldn’t see you watching me, taking in my drooping shoulders or the shudder that was creeping through me. As the woman returned you spoke again. “Now Anna? Or shall I have Lily complete your duties tonight? She knows how to be a hostess without being prodded every inch.” Your voice was just slightly insulting, you let the contempt stay just on the edges of your words. I looked at the woman, Lily and shook my head.
“No Jamie I am fine.” My voice shook and cracked as I spoke, I heard it and cleared my throat, trying again for normal. “Does anyone need their drink refreshed?” I looked around the room, noticing several nods. I tried to smile, nodding to those, as I moved away I heard you clear your throat, I turned quickly to see you holding the apron. I retrieved it, put it on, carefully tying it, and then continued with my drink refreshing. As I topped off drinks, the conversation swelled all around me, those I came in contact with spoke to me, I responded though if asked to tell you what was said I couldn’t remember. I think I laughed, someone called me charming.
I was so relieved when I heard the oven timer go off, I moved quickly toward the sound, turning. “That’s dinner.” I moved out of the room to pull the food from the oven, praying I didn’t burn myself on the hot dishes. Carefully, one dish at a time I placed them on the buffet, then went back for another. I purred in delight at the smells filling the kitchen and dining room. Moving from the hot kitchen, in front of the oven to the, by comparison, chilly dining room had my nipples rock hard. I placed the last dish on the buffet and turned to announce that dinner was ready and bumped into one of your friends. He smiled and noticed my hardened nipples, quickly reaching out to pinch it painfully hard. I yelped and he just laughed, his other hand sliding down under the apron to feel between my legs, then he turned his head toward you and called out. “Christ Jamie I think she wet herself.” He laughed again moving his wet fingers to his mouth, I watched him in horror as he licked his fingers. He smiled, “My mistake Jamie, that’s pure whore dripping down her thighs.”
You came into the room, laughing, “Yes she’s a wet one, even when she is crying begging me to stop, she hates what I’m doing, her cunt tells a different story. Ruled by that cunt and it’s greed.” You smiled at me, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Stand beside your buffet, make sure everyone has everything they need, then you may have a seat.” I nodded and stepped to the side, watching as everyone filed past, commenting on the lovely aroma’s, and the delightful offerings. At first I smiled with pride and pleasure hearing the words delightful offering, until I realized they meant me, accenting their words by pinching and tweaking my breasts, or arms, soft belly. One of the women reached under my apron, trying to grab my clit to pinch, she made a comment about that not being a wet cunt but a sloppy one, capturing my clit with her fingernails, she squeezed until I yelped in pain then twisted her fingers, making me cry out. She laughed and walked to the table.
Finally everyone had served themselves and I removed my apron, reaching for a plate. You cleared your throat, I turned and you smiled at me. “You won’t be needing a plate, just make yourself at home under the table, you may start at my feet but I’m sure others would like to feed you as well.” My eyes widened as I looked around the table, watching people eat the food I’d prepared with such care, realizing I wouldn’t be presiding over the table in the fantasy dinner party I’d imagined, taking compliments graciously, making polite small talk.
“Yes Jamie” I murmured as I lowered myself to the floor to crawl under the table, kneeling at your feet. I sat there for a long while, listening to the sounds of people enjoying good food and good company, and then finally you offered me a nibble of something. I took it carefully, licking your fingers clean, chewing slowly. Pleased at how good it was, frowning as I had trouble swallowing. Another bite followed and it went down easier, until I felt a foot connect with my thigh, I gasped and turned to see another hand under the table, offering me a nibble. I crawled over, carefully took the bite, making sure the fingers that offered it were clean before I was done. So went the meal for me, some would offer a drink, others food, as the laughter and conversation continued over my head. I found myself being grateful for this haven of sorts, no eyes watching me, no humiliation at being nude in a room full of clothed people. I sighed in relief as I felt some of the tension slipping off my shoulders. Then another foot connected with me, this time my stomach and very hard. I gasped and groaned, realizing it was your foot, I crawled to your feet, finding no morsel I looked up at you.
You smiled down, “Anna you realize you are to eat whatever is offered to you?”
“Yes Jamie, of course.”
“Good, keep that in mind,” your voice lowered to barely a whisper “pretty girl.”
I felt a foot connect with my body, nearly catching me directly on the cunt, I turned quickly and crawled to that end of the table finding another nibble of food. This continued for a bit more until I responded to a kick to find an exposed cock. I paused as I looked at it, then I remembered what you’d said and slowly eased myself between the thighs of the man, wrapping my lips around his cock, feeling it harden in my mouth, my tongue stroking and teasing. His hand reached down and gripped my hair, pulling my mouth down on him, I started to choke and still he held me there, then he pushed me completely off his cock, I fell t the floor coughing and gasping for air, I heard laughter and then you telling Lily and Missy to clear the table, do the dishes. You snapped your fingers under the table and I crawled toward you. There was something cold offered, soothing my raw throat. When I was done, you pulled my hair and guided me out from under the table. It was clear of dinner plates, completely clear actually. I frowned and looked at you. You smiled and nodded, “on the table whore, you may touch yourself, masturbate but you are not to come until I say you can. You may ask, in fact whenever you are close to orgasm you will ask if you can come.”
I nodded, hearing the sounds of the women in the kitchen. I slide into the table, spread my legs and pressed my fingers between my cunt lips, blushing as I felt just how wet I was. You saw my expression and laughed. “Shock yourself little whore?” You didn’t expect a response; you just started talking to the other men at the table. I lay there, fingers working over my clit, it wasn’t long before I was lifting my hips off the table, moaning in pleasure. My eyes were closed and I was lost in my own world until I felt hands on me, a friendly stroke, a light pinch, I moaned louder, arching higher off the table, then came the slaps. Just flat on my arms or tummy, getting harder, followed by harder pinches. My eyes popped open and I looked around, for the most part no one was paying attention to me, just touching me when the urge took them. I noticed the girls had returned and were seated at the table. I blushed deeply when I realized that some of the softer caresses had not come from them. You leaned forward, capturing one of my nipples between your fingers, you pulled it up away from you body, holding the nipple tight as the skin stretched, becoming painful just in the tugging, then you smiled at Lily and slapped my breast, hard, my fingers stilled on my clit and I cried out. You growled, “I didn’t tell you to stop bitch.” Quickly my fingers started moving again as the pain rippled through me, making my cunt clench with need. I whimpered and moaned, writhing on the table, teetering on the edge of orgasm, afraid to ask to come, afraid to come without permission. You saw the struggle, batting away my fingers, replacing them with your own, driving me harder, not allowing me to ease back, forcing me to beg for it, smiling when I finally gave in.
“Please Jamie, please, can I come?” I held my breath, feeling the orgasm struggle to break free as you continued to grind my clit, then you shook your head, and your hands went away, one of the men slapped my face hard, I was grateful for the pain to help me away from the edge of pleasure.
“No. Not yet.” There were more hands on me then, some causing pleasure most hurting, I closed my eyes and tried to remember to breathe, then another’s fingers replaced yours and I climbed the toward orgasm again. Once again begging for it when I couldn’t hold on any longer. Once again denied. Over and over this happened. Different hands, sometimes mouths, each time driven to the edge and denied. I was so confused all I could do was feel. Finally as I climbed once more and started to beg you said “Yes, but first you will make every person in this room come, using your mouth. Then you will be allowed release.” My eyes widened and I started to shake my head, your fingers quickly dove into my cunt, reminding me of the need chewing me apart. You looked away from me and took a few things from Lily, needles, ribbon, and a very small vibrating egg. Without warning you pulled my cunt lips away from my body, holding them taunt as you slide a needle through them, then another and another, quickly weaving the ribbon, already stained with my wetness, through the needles, finally inserting the egg, wiggling it to get it placed right over my clit, making sure it would be held snug by the needles and the ribbon. You told me to hold still and quickly took a picture, murmuring, “Such a pretty whore.” Then you turned the egg on, low, I felt it hum against my clit, causing me to gasp and writhe. You slapped my inner thigh and wagged your finger under my nose. “No coming until everyone else does whore.” With that you tugged me off the table and sent me stumbling toward the living room where the others were sitting.
I looked around the room, realizing you meant the women too. Dread filled me as I crawled to the first man, voice hoarse as I spoke, “May I please suck your cock, making you come? May I have the pleasure of your come on my body while I service your friends?” The man smiled and nodded, leaning back in his chair. I opened his pants and fed on his cock, I worked quickly, shocked by the pleasure I found in this, feeling the world shrink to just him and I until he jerked my mouth off his cock and shot his load over my breasts. Then he slapped my cheek, hard enough to make me fall back, I held my cheek, whispering “Thank you.” I crawled to the next man, the exercise was repeated, except he was the one from the table, the one who liked to choke me with his cock. I was gasping and gagging, tears and mucus mixing on my face when he finally pulled free and came on my face. “Thank you.” I whispered and moved to the next man.
Your voice filled my ears. “No Anna, Missy has been very patient, it’s her turn.” To emphasize your point you turned up the egg and I jerked as the pleasure shot through me. I turned my attention to Missy, she was sprawling on the sofa, one of the men I’d already serviced sitting beside her, stroking her breasts, her legs were spread and I could see her cunt clearly. It glistened in the light. I crawled to her feet.
“Missy may I lick your pussy until you come please?” My voice sounded flat and tinny, it must have to you as well because I felt the egg vibrate faster. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Please Missy may I taste you? May I cause you to arch and writhe with pleasure as you come on my tongue?” The vibrations eased off slightly and I waited for her answer. She nodded, spreading her legs, hiking her skirt up, I looked back and you and started to tremble, immediately the egg went higher, causing me to clench my cunt to stop the orgasm, I quickly lowered my head to her cunt and took a tentative lick. She moaned softly and I realized it wasn’t that different than a man. My mouth gave pleasure, she took it and I got the enjoyment of knowing I’d pleased. I pressed the flat of my tongue against her clit, sliding a finger into her cunt, then another, easing them apart as I continued to work her clit with my tongue. I was able to forget about the egg torturing me as I pleased her with my mouth and fingers, I felt her body tensing, I could almost feel each nerve pulled tighter until finally she yanked my hair, holding hard against her cunt, grinding herself against me. Filling my nose with her scent and wetness. I held my breath, waiting for her to relax, slowly she did, and still yanking my hair she thrust me away from her, mumbling.
“She’s passable Jamie, but barely, she’ll need a lot more practice if you plan for her to be any good at it.”
I gasped in shame as her words, cheeks burning, tears sliding down my cheeks, barely managing to whisper thank you to her before moving on to Lily. Thinking to get the shame over with quickly. Lily smiled at me, stroked my cheek softly as I asked her if I could make her come on my face. She nodded and spread her legs, I worked harder to please her, exploring her cunt, noticing the difference in taste between her and Missy, the way Lily tensed and relaxed as I pressed my tongue into her, dipping my tongue lower, then blushing and shocked by my actions returning my tongue to her clit, using the tip of my tongue to find the center of her clit, wiggling it there until she bucked against my face. I smiled as she screamed and held me firmly against her cunt. As she released me and I crawled to the next man I heard her say to Missy. “I don’t know Missy I think she’s a quick learner, you might want to try her again before the night is over.” They both laughed and I asked the man if I could suck his cock. I went through the exercise with him and he, like the second man came on my face. My face felt stiff and sticky, coated with come and it was as I sat back on my heels at his feet that I wondered how well my make up held up. Hoping it wasn’t streaked and smeared down my cheeks. Knowing it probably was.
You were watching me and laughed. “Yes Anna you look like exactly what you are, a filthy whore.” I looked at you, nodding slowly. “I don’t want to feel your mouth on me whore, but I will get my pleasure. Go lay on the floor over there” You pointed to a place I hadn’t noticed before, an old blanket lay on the floor, beneath it, I felt as I crawled onto it, was plastic. I turned to look at you questioningly. Then I noticed the others moving toward me, you smiled as they started pissing on me. I closed my eyes, shuddering, then gasping as the egg kicked into high speed, the heat of the liquid pouring over me making me feel oddly sensual, stretching out as the girls squatted over me. You just watched, until they were done, then you knelt beside me, nudged my legs apart, quickly unlaced me and removed the needles, handing them to Lily, swabbed the wounds with alcohol, then quickly filled me with your cock. I looked up at you hovering over me, thrusting yourself deeper and deeper into me, the wetness from the urine making me slick, and cold as it cooled in the air, you pulled off your shirt and lay over me, letting me feel your chest against mine as you thrust harder. Without thinking I wrapped my legs around your waist, hands reaching up to grasp your hips, pulling you into me, the vibrations of the egg still teasing my clit, you filling me I felt the orgasm threaten, keening with pleasure.
“Please Jamie, Please god can I come?” nails digging into your while I struggled to prevent the orgasm, waiting.
“Yes baby girl, come.” Your words unleashing me, with a final deep thrust from you I screamed, voice piercing the air as it goes on and on, until I am breathless, sucking air, each exhale another soft scream. Cunt clenching your cock over and over again, pulling you along with me, you jerk out of me to spill your seed over my thighs. Looking into your eyes I reach down, capture some of it on my finger, bringing it to my lips to taste. I sigh in contentment, watching as you rise and walk away from me.
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