However, all too soon we grew weary of our game and desired some sustenance. Master D cut you down and removed the ropes, which left such beautiful dark pink welts across your skin. A tender tattoo I know you will cherish, along with the other hurtful gifts you have been lucky enough to have already received this evening.
When I removed your blindfold, you were able, for the first time, to see the imposing figures of the male and female Dominants that had been enjoying you, my pretty little toy. And yet, you only had eyes for your Goddess. I saw your pupils dilate and nostrils flare as you took in my outfit - black latex bustier, cinched tightly, making my wasp waist small enough that a real man could span it with his hands, tight choker, long shiny latex gloves, snug rubber pencil skirt, lacy fishnet stockings and cruel boots. So rapt you were on the vision of your Domina, it was only when we moved towards the high wooden table that you noticed the slave girls and boys in varying states of undress - some naked, others in outfits made from tiny scraps of leather or rubber.
As I directed my honoured guests to take a seat at the table, you realised why it was so high as all the slaves crawled underneath and straddled the low stools in front of their Master or Mistress. You quickly found your stool beneath my seat at the head of the table - of course you are so very familiar with my beautiful legs and feet, clad as they were in long black buckled boots with a silver metal spike heel. You soon realised that each slave had straddled their stool, with knees on the floor, thighs spread open by the outer edges of the stool. I adore how vulnerable this made you feel, with your throbbing, beaten cock and swollen balls dutifully laid out before you on the seat of the stool, directly below my wicked boots. With a compelling, melodic voice, I explained to my guests that, while we dined, our slaves would have the task of pleasuring us orally. After all, we were being fed and, naturally, so should they. If they should need any encouragement to work more diligently, then the stools would make an excellent platform to punish their most vulnerable areas.
I knew how striped and sore your poor, abused cock was and how swollen your balls had become from the rubber flogger, ruler paddle, leather tawse and the cruel perspex cane, however, if encouragement was required, you knew I would not hesitate to correct you.
