Author note: this chapter is and edited version of part of my Literotica story 'La Contessa's Party'.
Chapter 6: Humiliation
I'm left alone to suffer and contemplate what fate awaits me when La Contessa and her guests have finished their feasting. The pain from the weights on my cock, balls, and nipples lures me into a hypnotic daze, until eventually I hear animated talking and laughter from outside the salon door. Is my humiliation about to begin again?
The door opens, and I sense there's a different mood to La Contessa's party. Gone is the controlled dignity of the cloaked and masked figures from earlier in the evening. The wine and food has generated a more raucous atmosphere, and guests who are ready for more amusement. As the group enters the door of the salon La Contessa is still wearing the same gown and mask as before, but her guests have changed. They have disrobed and removed their masks. They are not entirely naked, as they wear some adornment: leather gloves, boots, belts, or straps. The men have beautifully proportioned bodies... and are well hung. La Contessa must have chosen them herself. The women are stunning, amply breasted, with long hair down to their waists. As the guests enter, other servants carry in large couches for the guests to lounge on and tables with crystal goblets and wine.
The guests start to pair up. There are no rules to this party. I notice various couplings; men with other men, women with other women, embracing and kissing with wild abandon. La Contessa watches proceedings with an engaged and satisfied expression, showing obvious delight in the world she's created for her guests' enjoyment.
La Contessa calls to one, "Mariana, release the slave from his clamps and weights so we can use him for our pleasure."
One of the female guests steps away from the mass of writhing bodies and stands over me. She removes the ball gag from my mouth. She squeezes the nipple clamps tight causing an adrenaline rush of pain, and tugs them off. I gasp in agony as the blood returns to the tips of my nipples causing a further wave of pain. She moves to my cock and balls, sharply removing the clamps and lead weights. Another female guest stands opposite her, leaning over me to give her a passionate kiss until their lips part and they break into light-headed laughter.
"I wonder if your servant is hungry, Contessa. He's been trussed up whilst we enjoy a marvelous banquet. I bet you'd like some desert, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, madam," I reply, wondering what to expect.
Mariana collects a crystal glass dish filled with a rich chocolate mousse. She leans over me, her long dark hair brushing against my body. She dips her finger into the bowl and runs it along my lips. I savour the bittersweet, dark chocolate. She slips her finger into my mouth so I can lick the chocolate from it. The taste is sensational. By now my cock has hardened; the eroticism of the guest's actions too sensuous to resist. She dips her hand into the glass dish again and removes it to smother my erect cock with chocolate dessert, running the creamy mousse along the shaft.
"Claudio," she calls, "you wanted seconds of Contessa's delicious dessert, didn't you? Well, I've got it here for you, but you'll have to lick it off this servant's cock if you want it."
"Mmm, yes, I'll suck this slave's cock for more of Contessa's chocolate mousse," he responds.
My heart's beating fast; never before have I been subjected to such humiliating treatment. Claudio leans over me and runs his tongue up the shaft of my cock, licking greedily until the chocolate has disappeared. Mariana smothers more of the chocolate mousse onto my cock. This time, Claudio takes the whole head of my cock into his mouth and slides his mouth up and down my shaft, sucking hard. The movements get faster and more intense. My balls are fit to burst as I sense my orgasm building up.
La Contessa intervenes, "Yes, Claudio, excite him and frustrate him. But remember, nothing we do here is for a servant's pleasure, only ours; use him how you wish, but deny him the satisfaction of his release."
At this, the strokes of the guest's mouth along my cock become slower until Claudio pulls his mouth away, having sucked every piece of the chocolate mousse off my cock. I'm left denied and frustrated.
La Contessa beckons two of her female guests, "Portia, Francesca, come here. I think I'm ready to have more fun with this slave. She reaches into the box by her dais and pulls out two strap-on dildos. My eyes water at what punishment I might have to face next. Portia and Francisca help one another on with the strap-on cocks, tightening the belts around their supple waists to hold them in place. To my eyes, never having faced such objects before, they appear fearsome. The strap-ons are long and thick. The two women stand over me, taunting me, the two false cocks bobbing above my face as they smile at me.
One of them gently strokes my hair and face with an expression combining amusement and pity.
"I think this slave is ready to receive us Contessa. To take these long, hard objects into his body so we can explore his orifices for our pleasure."
"Yes Portia," agrees La Contessa, "you know what you must do, penetrate this slave whilst I watch."
Portia moves into position by my head, pulls my face to one side and slips the strap-on into my mouth.
"Suck on it slave," she whispers in my ear, "suck on it nice and slowly, until we're both ready to work out on you."
The head of the strap-on is already in my mouth and I suck on it as I've been commanded. The act is humiliating, but it's also strangely comforting to suck on the hard object controlled by this ravishing, dominant woman.
I'm aware of Francesca at the other end of the bench where my legs are suspended in the air and strapped to chains. I feel something slimy being spread over my anus and a finger being inserted. I know what's coming next, but at least I know lubricant has been applied before I'm penetrated. My head is still to one side with the strap-on in my mouth, so I'm unable to see the moment of insertion when it finally comes. I endure the probing against my back passage until the strap-on pushes deep inside me. Now, I'm filled at both ends.
The two women work in tandem to penetrate me, with slow strokes at first, then more vigorously, so the two strap-ons thrust deep into me. By now, I've lost control over the momentum of the movement. I can only lie back, an object, abused and penetrated. One strap-on deep inside my anus, the other filling my mouth, making me gag and gasp for breath. Portia and Francesca continue to get pleasure from me until, my head swirling and my body exhausted, they simultaneously withdraw the strap-ons. My heart throbs, the blood pounding through my body; humiliated but strangely and exotically exhilarated.
La Contessa laughs, "Splendid. Thank you Portia, thank you Francesca. It is amusing to watch my slave being abused. Don't think your ordeal is over yet. Stephano, Lorenzo, come over here and join us."
Two young men rise from a couch where they have been kissing and fondling one another. They're already aroused with angry cocks. They come forward. I anticipate what will happen next. Far from any respite, I fear the performance I've endured will be repeated with two real cocks.
