The Dinner Party Pt 2
Chapter 1 was set as one part from slave’s point of view, and the next part
from her Master’s…. however this part of the story is all from slave’s side
of things, as she is the one enduring the torments and punishments of the
dinner party…. Enjoy.
***
Master has let me sleep this afternoon in readiness for what I will go
through tonight. Unfortunately the time has arrived all too soon for me to
be prepared for his guests. He has erected a wooden X by the front door and
he bounds me to this with rope. I have a dental gag in my mouth and a
posture collar on so I can’t move my head. A container of mean looking
alligator clips with hooks on the ends sits on the table next to me, I don’t
even want to imagine what they might be for. The doorbell rings and the
first couple enter, I am relieved to see it isn’t the Tipton’s. They have
brought their own slave to help with the entertainment tonight, whom they
order to her hands and knees beside me, she has to poke her tongue out and
they attach a clip to her tongue. They tell her that she is the keyholder
for the guests and her Master hangs his keys on the hook. They then turn
their attentions on me and tell Master that I make a very attractive coat
rack indeed. Now I know what the clips are for and I know I am not going to
like it one little bit. The man takes a clip and stands before me with a
mean gleam in his eyes, I know he is trying to decide where to put the clip
so that it will cause a lot of pain over the time it will be attached to me.
He decides on the tender skin of my underarm and the clip bites into my
flesh. He hangs his coat on the clip and stands back to admire his
handiwork. The pain isn’t too bad but I know it is going to get that much
worse. Master leans over and whispers in my ear, “10 lashes for every
scream that comes out of your mouth while you are my coat rack.” His wife
puts her clip onto one nipple just as the doorbell rings again, I moan as
the clip’s teeth cut into my nipple and again at the weight of her coat
hanging on the clip. The next couple enters and my hope flares as I realise
it isn’t the Tipton’s. Within the next 20 minutes two more couples arrive,
and I now have clips hanging off my tongue, both nipples, both underarms,
both pussy lips and one earlobe. I am trembling and can feel sweat running
down my back, but I haven’t screamed yet and Master is looking very pleased.
The doorbell chimes again and Master looks at me, “Ah our final guests
have arrived, let’s get this dinner party underway.” He is watching me the
whole time as the door opens and the last couple enters, my heart sinks and
tears well in my eyes as I realise it is Harold and Margaret Tipton. I know
that if I think I am in pain now, I am fooling myself. This dinner party is
going to get a whole lot more painful with this evil husband and wife
tag-team here, and they prove this is so by selecting my clit to attach
their clip onto - with both their coats hanging off the same clip. The pain
is all consuming, the teeth of the clip are ripping into my tender clit, I
let out a small scream and Master shakes his head at me. “Surely you aren’t
going to let her get away with an outburst like that?” Margaret Tipton asks
Master, “If she was mine she would have to count through 20 lashes for such
rudeness.” “My dear Margaret,” Master consoles her, “the night is young and
I am sure my slave will live up to your expectations as the dinner party
progresses. I will be sure to punish her as I see fit after the party if her
outbursts continue.” She doesn’t look too happy that I am getting away with
that little indiscretion, but keeps quiet and walks into the house.
***
The Tipton’s have brought their slave to the party as well, and she is
instructed to help me down from the cross. She slowly releases the clips
one by one and I am trembling and moaning as the circulation returns to the
skin they were attached to. “Sshhh,” she soothes quietly, “don’t let them
hear you.” “SLUT!!” Margaret yells from behind the door, “I heard you
talking without permission, assume the position!” Margaret’s slave
instantly drops to her knees with her hands behind her head and pokes out
her tongue. Margaret comes back into the foyer with a malicious look on her
face. “You thought I wouldn’t hear you talking slut?” she asks the poor
girl in front of her. The girl shakes her head ‘no’. Margaret goes out to
her car and brings in a length of bamboo and a clamp, “Poke that dirty
tongue out further you disobedient little bitch” she orders, then fastens
the clamp onto the girl’s tongue and pulls it out as far as it will go.
Tears well in the girl’s eyes before Margaret brings the cane down across
her tongue. The girl jumps but doesn’t utter a sound, tears streaming down
her cheeks. “You know what happens if you cry out, don’t you?” Margaret
demands. Her slave nods as again the cane bites into her tongue, and again
she is silent. Three more strokes are delivered and the girl is sobbing
silently, her tongue is swollen and red. Margaret pulls the clamp off
roughly, “I hope you have learned your lesson, do not speak again without
permission.” The girl nods. “What do you say you disobedient little slut?”
Margaret demands. “Yes Mistress, thank you Mistress for teaching me
obedience”, the girl lisps. “Now finish getting the entertainment ready and
then bring her and the other slave into the dining room,” she orders her,
before walking over to me and running the cane over my breasts, “I am
looking forward to the entertainment tonight,” she tells me, running her
tongue over her lips, “and I am going to bargain with your Master to take
you home tonight.” With that she delivers one sharp blow over my breasts
and turns to walk back into the house. I start crying not only at the line
of fire across my chest, but at the thought of being this woman’s slave. Her
slave shakes her head to warn me that Margaret might be lurking again and
hear me. I stifle my sobs and concentrate on trying not to cry out as the
clips are removed from my tongue and my aching clit. I am filled with dread
at what my Master has planned for the night, and what the Tipton’s will do
to me if I am to be their slave for a month.
***
I am tied spread-eagled on the dining room table, Margaret is pouting as she
is disappointed that we are not playing the spin-the-arrow game tonight.
She was hoping the arrow would be pinned into my stomach and be spun that
way. The woman really is sadistic, however she cheers up as her slave
wheels in a trolley with various containers on top. There are needles, ice
cubes, dildo’s, clamps, clips and a whole array of other torture instruments
on there, and I start shaking just from thinking about what these people are
going to do to me. The other slave starts bringing out food on platters,
which is then transferred to my body. I have hot slices of meat and gravy
piled on my breasts and down my thighs, mashed potatoes are heaped on my
stomach and a serving dish is placed over my mouth to hold the vegetables.
“Help yourselves,” my Master says, and everyone starts digging in – with
their forks. I am being stabbed with the forks as they spear the meat and
scoop the potatoes, my breasts are not only burning from the hot food but
from the sharp fork tines as they pierce my flesh. I jump and almost lose
the serving dish over my mouth as someone spears a piece of meat off one
thigh, Master leans over and whispers in my ear, “I will not be pleased if
you spill any food, and maybe I would let Margaret decide the punishment if
you do.” The thought is enough to keep me still as the dinner guests eat
off me. The first course is finished and Margaret’s slave washes me down as
dessert is brought out. Master has made some devices made of metal that fit
over my breasts like tubes, in order to get them on he attaches a vacuum
seal to my breasts to pull them out, then the clips on the tubes. My
breasts are then pulled out and down the tubes with about half of the tube
left empty at the end. He puts these on my breasts and pours the fresh
fruit for dessert into them, one of the guests tells him that they are the
loveliest serving dishes she has ever seen and I see him smile with
pleasure. My legs are untied and then retied either side of my head, so my
ass and pussy are in the air. A funnel is inserted into my pussy and melted
chocolate is poured into the funnel, then the funnel is removed. My pussy
is now, in effect, a fondue pot. Master gives each of the guests a skewer
to eat with and then steps back as his guests begin dessert. They first
skewer a piece of fruit from my breasts, and then dip it into the chocolate
in my pussy. This is ok until the fruit is almost gone and they are
stabbing their skewers down the tubes to get to the remaining fruit. My
nipples and breasts are being stabbed and I am having a hard time trying not
to cry out. Margaret in particular is very vicious, and also delights in
scooping out the last of the chocolate out of my pussy with her skewer
poking out the side of her piece of fruit, so it scrapes the inside of me.
Finally the meal is over and I am cleaned up ready for the next part of the
night’s entertainment. Master produces some dice that he has made and
explains to the guests how they work. There are three dice – one has
numbers on it, one has body parts, and one has an instrument or object. He
explains that they throw each dice and may do whatever it lands on to me for
the specified amount of time on the first dice (the numbers being minutes).
For example, he says that if the first dice lands on a 6, the second dice
lands on breasts and the third dice lands on whip, then that person is
allowed to whip my breasts for 6 minutes, as hard as they like and wherever
on my breasts they like. He tells the guests that they are only limited by
their imagination about how to get the best use out of their turn with me.
Margaret’s eyes are gleaming and I am not happy when Master says that she
may roll the dice first.
To be continued…..
