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As the table was set I had more or less expected them to release me and invite me at their table.
I had previously found myself sitting naked in consensual D/s parties, but not this time.
The Mistress nodded to the masked man.

He walked to me, tugged me a little closer to the table.

"Remain still, pet!" he ordered with a slap on my butt, unconcerned by my pleading glance.

So I remained.
Their shared slave, a statue of submission and availability while they exchanged joyously and casuallyon all sorts of topics unrelated to sex. Sven even mentioned the film at the source of my presence at the show that made me meet Lydia and..

From time to time the Mistress in green harshly snapped me to stay fully erect.

I obeyed. Estranged from their society.

Their voices, the conversation rumbled quietly. As ordered, I tried never to look directly at any of them.
My job often puts me in the role of decoration or trophy but here I was really an object, just like the candlestick that lit me and exposed my nudity to their eyes.
I could feel their gaze on me from time to time.
I wanted to cry.

The tingle of glasses, of silverware. The time that passed.
The station, the restraints.
The gag, oh, the horrible gag forcing my mouth open, like I was some animal!

Description

Story by

Art by

FIRST:

Mature Content

PREVIOUS 20 and 21 only in Artuntamed. NEXT:

Mature Content

______________________________________________________________________________________

As the table was set I had more or less expected them to release me and invite me at their table.
I had previously found myself sitting naked in consensual D/s parties, but not this time.
The Mistress nodded to the masked man.

He walked to me, tugged me a little closer to the table.

"Remain still, pet!" he ordered with a slap on my butt, unconcerned by my pleading glance.

So I remained.
Their shared slave, a statue of submission and availability while they exchanged joyously and casuallyon all sorts of topics unrelated to sex. Sven even mentioned the film at the source of my presence at the show that made me meet Lydia and..

From time to time the Mistress in green harshly snapped me to stay fully erect.

I obeyed. Estranged from their society.

Their voices, the conversation rumbled quietly. As ordered, I tried never to look directly at any of them.
My job often puts me in the role of decoration or trophy but here I was really an object, just like the candlestick that lit me and exposed my nudity to their eyes.
I could feel their gaze on me from time to time.
I wanted to cry.

The tingle of glasses, of silverware. The time that passed.
The station, the restraints.
The gag, oh, the horrible gag forcing my mouth open, like I was some animal!