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Coffee and Dinner
It doesn't take long before the first of the Masters arrive. His slave is wearing a trench coat, which she drops (at his gesture) as soon as she is in the door. You offer him a drink, and then tell his slave where to find what he asks for.
The other guests arrive soon, the ones who loaned you their slaves going to the couch and freeing (at the least) their feet. When everyone is assembled You ask everyone to sit at the table. Some of the Masters allow their slaves seats, others point to the floor. Several reach out to stroke me, after briefly glancing to get your Ok. One tweaks the chains on my pussy slightly and i moan in pain and pleasure.
i am blushing, a blush that goes down to my toes. i have never been exposed like this to people. It turns me on, makes me ashamed, makes me hot, all at once. One of the Mistresses runs her finger inside my labia, brings it back and licks it, glances at me and smiles, "Mmmm.... not a bad taste on this one, if I say so myself."
The turntable rotates, and a Master is in front of me. He reaches up to fondle one of my tits, and a few drops of milk squirt out. He makes a small, startled sound and looks at you in surprise just as one of the attending slaves comes in with a tray full of coffee.
You speak, "My friends, thank you for joining me tonight for dinner. I have some real treats for us tonight, starting with the coffee. You will notice that while there is sugar and sweetener on the tray, there is no milk. You see, my slave here isn't just a centerpiece for our meal, she is part of it. If you wish milk for your coffee or tea, please feel free to take it from her breasts. Be as hard as you want in taking it, as well."
i try to hang my head, but cannot. A single tear of shame trickles down my cheek. One of the Mistresses sees it and smiles. She looks at you and points to the tear, licking her lips. You nod, and she stands up to lick the tear from my cheek. She then grabs my braid and kisses me. No, that isn't quite the right term. She shoves her lips against mine and uses my mouth with her tongue.
i don't like girls, but tonight is obviously about You and Your guests. i do my best to answer correctly, "Thank you, Mistress, for enjoying this slave's humiliation, and using her mouth."
She slaps me lightly, plants a kiss on my forehead. "You are welcome, such a good little slut."
She then goes back to sit down, and i see that her boy-slave has been instructed to keep his hand on her seat. She sits, and his finger is directly on her clit. he is not moving his finger, simply resting it there. She sees my gaze and wiggles her eyebrows at me, then grabs a cup of coffee, brings it close enough to my breast to be painfully warm, then pinches and pulls on the nipple.
A small stream of milk comes out. "Thank you, Mistress, for taking and using the product of this slave's breasts."
She gives an evil-sounding giggle, and gets several more squirts of milk before reaching down and turning the turntable so i face the Master sitting next to her.
He eyes my over-full breasts appreciatively, gets a cup, and begins to milk me himself. A cold touch inside my labia makes me try to jump. The master on the other side of me is using the back of his spoon to touch me inside my pussy. The cold metal is gone, and i hear his voice, "You're right. The toy does taste pretty good. Can't wait to try the milk."
i thought my blush couldn't go any deeper, but it does. my face has to be crimson by now, i can feel the blush all the way down in my feet. i stammer out a thank you to both of the masters, looking the one in front of me in the eye and doing my best to smile sweetly.
Each Master and Mistress makes a cup of coffee, some allow it to their slaves. None have been gentle about milking me, including You. my face is hot with shame, pulsing, and my hurting nipples pulse in time with my blush. i thank each master after he milks me, and say something to my sister slaves about offering my milk to them. And, of course, my pussy has grown ever more moist. At least my breasts are not painfully over-full. i want to look down, see if they look as deflated as they feel, but my head is held much too ridged.
The rest of the food is placed around me, i can feel heat coming off the cooked items. Those seated at the table begin to eat, some of the Tops who sat their slaves on the floor feed them, some don't. i am occasionally caressed by a Master or Mistress, or smacked with a serving spoon. The spoons leave hot or cold food bits on me. Occasionally someone will lick the food off. i do my best to express appreciation when i am smacked or carressed, or eaten off of. i am turned constantly, since the food is all on the turntable. As i am turned Your guests continue to milk me for various reasons, openly and brazenly admire my body, or to use a spoon to get a taste of me as the Mistress did.
One of the Masters begins to stick a fork with meat on it down between my legs, but you stop him. "No, lets not do that. Leave the pussy for later."
i gulp. Later? i pretty much knew what you planned for the milk, but this worries me. The spike of worry nearly makes my pussy gush.
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