Precious pet
It makes me so happy to know that I am the one to introduce you to the joys of sexual torture. You must know that none of the other slave girls or boys hold any interest for me - have I not lavished enough attention on you for you to know that you are special to me? After all, I've molded your body and your mind to give me the utmost pleasure, however and wherever I want it. In this way, your submission is a such a blessing.
Now, to the final portion of the evening's entertainment. You may once again kneel at my feet and worship me with your skillful mouth while I recall the scene...
After dinner had been cleared, some of the Doms and their subs moved to other areas of the playroom to sample the equipment on offer - the large, imposing St Andrew's Cross, the padded leather spanking bench, the wooden stocks. The Mistresses stayed at the high round table, which had been cleared, revealing a large, heavy 'lazy Susan', a rotating platform intended to allow guests easy access to the dinner fare. Tonight we had taken our fill of savoury dishes and all these strong, powerful women were now eager to sample a sweet, creamy treat for dessert.
You know how possessive I am of my toys but occasionally it pleases me to share, and seeing the hungry look in their eyes as they gazed at your trembling form kneeling atop the dining table, filled me with a sense of smug satisfaction.
It was the work of a moment for these strict, experienced Dommes to strip the last vestiges of clothing from your quivering body and lash you securely to the rotating top, spreadeagling your arms and legs to leave you at our mercy. And do we look merciful?
I looked into your terrified eyes as I explained our fiendish parlour game - for us, a cross between Blind Man's Buff and bobbing for apples; for you, more like Russian Roulette.