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The position i am held in is getting more and more painful, but i know better than to protest. The pain begins to set in, and my breathing, at times, comes in gasps. After everyone who is eating has had their fill, you stand up. "A toast, my friends. To good food, good company, good slaves, and a fine centerpiece!" A chorus of cheers goes around the table, and i feel both deeply proud and deeply ashamed. And very very wet.
You continue to speak, "Now, I do believe, it is time for dessert, and I have a special treat for all of you, another treat where our centerpiece will be part of our meal." The slaves who are helping serve leave, and quickly come in bearing the fritters (small fried dough balls), and bowls of powdered sugar. i am confused how i am supposed to have anything to do with these ingredients, but stay quiet.
As the other slaves bring in the fritters you direct one to go under the table and undo the chain holding my labia outstretched. she obeys promptly, and then you turn me to face sideways from you. i feel you do something to the post, and suddenly my upper body can move. Then my collar is detached from the post. i groan, the movement is a relief, though painful in some places. my lower back sings in pain and relief, as do my knees. Then blood begins to rush in, with tingling and pain.
You grab my braid and pull me backward without a glance. i gasp, the sudden movement bringing further pain to half-cramped muscles. The hinge on just above the seat is now free, and i am suddenly lying on my back. my hands and feet are still bound in the same place, my ass cheeks are still on the seat, but now i am leaned back with my pussy pointed directly at whichever guest is in front of me. The widened spot on the post is now behind my head, and i feel the small cushion there. i did not think i could be any more heavily humiliated, but i am. i happen to be pointed at the Mistress with the female slave. She looks at me and gives me a half smile, then leans forward to take a strong smell of my pussy.
my cunt pulses with need, and i have to fight to keep from pushing against my bonds to make contact with those lips. Even a woman's lips, now... anything to get some touch there.
The touch comes soon enough, though. The Mistress backs away and i am turned to where my soaking cunt faces you. i smile, glad to have Your gaze on me, but You are too busy to notice. Your pre-occupation stings, but i know this is my place...i am just your toy. You take the chains that are attached to my labia piercings and attach them to the ropes around my knees. my pussy now sits wide open, practically staring at everyone.
i am beyond blushing as the cool air plays on my most sensitive skin. Waves of erotic joy, humiliation, gratitude, embarassement, even fear, wash over me, and i am lost in them once again.
You free up the hinge just below the spot for my head, tilt my head back till i am looking at the celing , lock that hinge down again, and secure my braid, again, so that my head can't move.
i can hear plates being put down on the table as You step back and explain, "So, for dessert we have fritters, my friends. The little dough balls are somewhat sweet, and rolled in the powdered sugar to make them even sweeter. The thing is, the powdered sugar won't stick to those dough balls so well when they are dry, so I invite you to use the dripping pussy you see before you to wet them, then roll 'em in the sugar. "
A wave of heat starts at my head and i can feel it flush to my toes. i am dessert! or at least a component of it. You have just invited everyone here to use my juices as part of their dessert, i'm nothing but food....the humiliation makes me buck once, a little, in the restraints. You give my breasts perfunctory backhanded slap, but otherwise appear not to notice. my pussy feels like it is on fire, and like it will start dripping at any moment.
You continue to speak, "Of course, you may want to try a little sugar on a fritter first, see how it is, then get the thing wet, feel free. That cunt is probably going to get rather sugary. We know that is bad and can lead to problems, so I also invite you all to, once some sugar gets on there, lean up and clean the slut's cunt. It will probably be needed.
Also, if you want to have my slave pleasure your girls, or either of you Ladies wish to try out her tongue, go right ahead. I'm sure we'd all love to see that lovely face straddled."
It is a near thing, i almost bucked again. i don't like girls, and You know this, but tonight is about entertaining You and Your guests. Appreciative murmurs are heard from your guests, and giggles from their toys as i am turned again. It makes me all the more wet, i keep thinking my pussy is going to begin to actually drip. You slap my tits a couple of times 'to moisten her up'; as if that was necessary.
It works, though. i swear i'll start to really drip any minute now. i make my voice as meek and appreciative as i can. "Thank you, sir, for helping your slave better serve your guests."
You turn me to where my cunt faces you, and i feel it. One of those little fritters against my cunt lips, sliding around, pushing slightly into me. It is scratchy, a little painful. i moan. everyone laughs. Someone, i think one of the mistresses, slaps my ass.
Everyone is quiet, expectant. i can't see you rolling the fritter in the sugar. but i hear you take a bite. "Well, my little slave, you certainly do taste good with sugar!". More laughter, some slaps and pinches, then i am being turned.
After the laughter stops i answer, "Thank You Sir, for feeding from your slave, and using her, and enjoying her body.
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