Fantasy or Reality
written and orgasmed over by poenkitten
14. Dinner
A congenial hour was spent sharing updates of their exploits. The
slaves in attendance looking a bit nervous as the Sadistic group spoke
of new torments. Karen was moaning behind the ball gagging her mouth
by the time they had finished emptying her cunt of the clam dip.
Things were beginning to wind down a bit as the door bell rang again.
"I'MMMM HERE!!!" With an expansive gesture DebiJean swept into the
room a slave dragging behind her, "sorry I'm late but there is nothing
worse than a slave with 300 pairs of shoes. How the hell do you chose
shoes to go with this outfit!" she turned toward the girl behind her
and stripped off her covering cloak..to reveal her large bound breasts
painted with red targets, a scoring line in blue around her distended
cunt lips and a catheter and bag leading from between her legs. The
full figured slave tottered precariously on black 6' heels with a
rainbow band on the toes in red, yellow and blue. "Why I indulge her I
will never know." "Well dinner will be in a few minutes...why don't we
let Tony clear the table?" "Here let lovelyldy clean up your slave."
EvilKath dragged her slave over by her bitted mouth, and forced her
head between Karen's legs. Painfully lovelyldy extended her tongue and
began to clean the clam dip paste off her mons and thighs. Soon Karen
was writhing as the tongue with the edges of the bit scraped against
her clitring and snagged it. As lovelyldy gave into the pain in her
tightly bitted mouth EvilKath brought the quirt up hard between her
legs goading her onward in her efforts. Finally satisfied that the
ponied slave had cleaned up the mess as best she could, she reined her
back to kneel beside her.
Tony entered the room from the kitchen and unbound the moaning girl on
the table. "Excuse me Sirs and Madams, if you would be so kind as to
send your slaves into the kitchen they can serve your meal." Tony
grinned this was one of the more enjoyable parts of the dinner
parties. It allowed him to be creative in his torments. With shoves
and goading of crops whips and quirts the slaves were ushered into the
kitchen. GeneK held his still cloaked slave aside as the others
entered Tony's domain. Karen too was held back, kneeling silent
between Tom and Mary. She would serve hard enough soon.
Slowly the slaves exited the kitchen with a mix of pride and misery on
their faces. Tony had spent time crafting his servers. First to enter
was chuckg a look of sheer pain on his face as a heavily loaded basket
of bread swung from his balls. Tony had inserted a heated heavy brick
into the basket to keep the bread warm. He was followed by rabidchia.
Tottering carefully on her 6" heels she bore a bowl of steaming hot
bouillabaisse tied between her tits. With her hands bound behind her
she had little chance to support the heated bowl of soup and moaned
each time the bowl sloshed spattering her bound tits. Dude followed on
his knees carefully balancing a tray bearing steaming vegetables, the
heat transferring through the tray to his back. Each of the slaves
circled the table slowly to allow the guests and owners to fill their
plates and bowls as they wished. If basket bounced or soup splashed,
it was the slaves place to bear it silently. Tony exited the room and
went into the foyer to bring Jessann back. Her body had been bound
upside down in a rolling cart that resembled a Champagne cooler. Her
legs were bound open and crushed ice had been inserted into her cunt
and a Methuselah of Champagne protruded from her distended cunt lip.
Her muffled moans as she was pushed around the table added to the
striking contrast between the rouged flesh and the peacocks tail
spreading from her ass. The Sadist enjoyed pouring their drinks and
shoving the bottle back into the shivering girls cunt. Satisfied that
all were enjoying the beginning of the meal Tony entered the kitchen
again the sound of a whips crack and a scream telling everyone that
the main course was soon to follow. Lovelyldy was goaded from the
kitchen under the whip, her reins held tight in one of Tony's hands as
he snapped the whip at her ass and shoulders. She was pulling a heavy
little cart, the straps and traces clamped to her cunt lips and tits.
Nestled in the cart was a magnificent 25lb piece of Roast Beef, the
blood pooling around it, large baked potatoes in silver and gold foil
steaming by its side. Every crawling step was agony, Tony had arranged
the traces so that they would magnify the pull needed to start and
keep the cart moving. She was reined in at each guest so that he could
slice and serve them, then with a snap of the whip forced to crawl
forward again restarting the wagon each time.
Dinner progressed slowly with the diners taking their time ordering
one slave or the other forward to choose a delicacy. But finally it
was time for coffee and dessert. The Methuselah empty had been forced
upside down in the puddle of icy water in Jessanns cunt. Lovelyldy
wondered if her cunt and tits would ever recover, chuckg was afraid to
even move again, his balls were so swollen and tender from the weight.
Rabidchia nearly had more of the soup on and in her than in the bowl.
Dude had faired fairly well, as the veggies were removed the tray had
cooled, but he wondered too whether his back would recover. Tony
brought a Samovar from the kitchen and placed it upon the boys back.
Reaching beneath him and gripping his cock and balls he chained them
to the sugar dispenser and creamer, then rested them on the tray. A
snap of the crop and Dude set off about the table. Each of the guests
decided to flavor their coffee and pulled the chains hard as they
added sugar or cream. To rise up with the chains would have meant
spilling the Samovar and Dude knew he would wear the coffee then, all
he could do was groan with the pain as his cock and balls were cruelly
stretched.
Finally it was time for the dessert tray to be rolled out. Tony had
spent the time during the meal to prepare it and lay the choices out
just so. He rolled the tray form the kitchen, bound upon the frame was
merci, her hands and feet tied spread eagled to the legs. Sculpted
upon her bound tits were Ice Cream Bombe's, the brandy wells molded in
them flaming, curved around her torso was a Black Forest cake, the
cherries swimming in the middle of mounds of chocolate frosting.
Resting in a folded napkin in her spread cunt was a large spoon a
sharp knife and a cake server. The girl barely breathed as the guest
served themselves, the knife coldly running down her skin as they cut
pieces from her.
"Mary you and Tony have out done yourselves, this is going to be a
wonderful night." Skruffy looked down at his slave as he ran the knife
down her belly to her mons. As the meal wound down, Tony removed the
slaves to the bathroom and hosed them off. They would be clean for the
rest of the evening, at least to start. They were lead back to the
playroom and living room to await their owners pleasures.
"bitch drink." Karen heard the command but it did not come from Tom,
Mary or Tony...instead it came from the end of the table. Coloring a
deep red she crawled over to FX and took his exposed cock in her
mouth. As he off loaded the results of too much champagne and coffee,
her throat worked to keep up. "Mary ...perfect training. How did you
accomplish it so easily..or was she?" "Sorry FX that is all my
training and thanks to the wonderful invention that Glen sold us. We
are going to be marketing it, a wonderful training leash, it can
reward or punish electrically." "Sounds interesting I hope that we
will get to see it in action later?" "Most definitely, but shall we
get started? Living room or playroom your choice. Gene you slave has
served little this evening, isn't she well?" "Ahhhh yes she is and
will serve in a very special way shortly. she needs to conserve her
strength." "I can't wait Gene...you are always full of surprises."
The guest repaired to the living room, to ready for the evenings
festivities.
