Jenna had prepared herself as Sir James had ordered. She had bathed in the jasmine scented oil that was his favorite scent. After the long luxurious soak she shaved all parts of her body till she was completely smooth. All hair had been removed form her under arms, her legs and arms and of course her pussy. There wasn't even a hint of stubble so exacting had she shaven.
She examined her reflection in the full-length mirror. She never understood Sir James' attraction to her. Thinking to her self, "Here I am 200 lbs. My measurements are 50-43-52 and very plump. Why me?"
Sitting down on the stool that was perched on a raised dais Jenna continued to muse over Sir James' choice of her for his special attention. He only says that he loves my attitude then usually adds he likes a girl with some heft.
Positioned for what seemed an eternity she remained on the stool with her legs spread wide open, pussy fully exposed in accordance to his wishes.
The turning of the brass doorknob heralded the entrance of Sir James. Dressed in a tuxedo he approached the dais. He took her chin in his manicured hand and gently lifted Jenna's face towards his.
"How is my pet? I trust you are prepared fully for tonight." After addressing you he gently kissed your lips and then stepped back to appraise the scene. "Yes I think that will do splendidly." James's hand quickly inspected your body running his fingers over your armpits, calves and your quim. "I see you're a moist little slut. Remember no orgasms till I tell you." Grabbing the back of your head with a fistful of your long blonde hair he asserted his control before plunging his index again into your dank pussy. He was reassured that you were as hairless as possible and sniffed the air to appreciated the jasmine scent that emanated from your body.
"The guest will be arriving shortly." Then James walked to the light panel and turned the lights on. The blazing light hurt you eyes and caused you to squint. You can make out the small cocktail tables that surround the dais. The floor is wooden and is polished to a high gloss. The lights are dimmed except for the intense spotlight that centers on you. It increases that feeling of exposure that you find so exhilarating.
Sir James crosses once more towards you and you see the silken cords clutched in his hand. "Stand!" he orders.
Without hesitation you respond remaining silent. Your hands are bound together. Then your feet are spread apart and he shackles your ankles. A long pole is placed between your feet then attached to the leg shackles making it impossible to close your legs. Another rope is lowered from the ceiling then tied to the rope encircling your wrist. A few quick pulls and your arms are hoisted over your head. You know the position. Sir James has named it the Triangle of Submission. You cannot move, you cannot run. You are totally under his control and you adore him for it.
"Feeling better? Good! Now I have something else for you."
Your eyes watch as he retrieves from his tux inside pocket a spiked collar and leash. Your breathing becomes more erratic as Sir James buckles the collar in place around your neck letting the leash dangle between your pendulous breast.
"Well?"
"Thank you master. I'm truly honored." You answer with eyes down cast wondering just what lies ahead for the evening. . I'm truly honored." Your pussy is starting to drip.
"Ah, the guest are arriving." He says as he turns on his heel and walks toward the door.
"Welcome everyone, each and all. Find a seat, enjoy the champagne and get comfortable."
Squinting against the bright spot you try to determine how may people are here. There must be at least 35 or 50 by the sounds of the voices. You notice that everyone is dressed to the nines. Tuxedos and silk and taffeta gowns were derigeur. Everyone is, but you. Naked. Exposed. Restrained. Then you remember that the opera was tonight. "Carmen". Looks like I'm the late show you think wryly to yourself.
"May I have your attention please. Allow me to present my pet "Jenna". She is here for your pleasure. You may fondle, probe her orifices, cum on her she wishes and I command that everyone have fun." Sir James bowed to the audience and then sauntered off stage.
People came up in small groups. An elderly woman with bejeweled veiny hands grabbed your left nipple and then lifted your breast by that same nipple. She inspected your heavy tit lifting the nipple higher then released the tit letting it fall back into place. Others caressed your skin. Some rubbed your now swollen clit. It was hard to keep track so many hands were at play. Someone had parted your heavy white buttocks then began rimming your asshole. The sensation was wonderful then a finger slowly wormed its way into your ass.
As the champagne flowed the probing and caressing became more daring. The audience had been slowly removing their clothes and you could see erections everywhere you looked.
The old lady who earlier had played with your tit began jacking off her husband a fat balding man about 60 years or older. He was positioned directly in front of you. His wife talked as she jacked him off. " That's it Herbert come all over this little fuck-slut. Spurt a load right on her." He didn't need much encouragement because he shot a hot spray of jism all over your rounded belly. His wife then rubbed his cock on your thigh cleaning off the remaining cum.
You stared at the cum as it dripped off your belly and down your leg. You noticed a few of the more elderly guys either soloing or having a female jerk them off. All their dicks were pointed at you. Blobs of white gooey cum splattered on your skin. "Oh yeah Honey. You're a wonderful little slut." Or "Here I cum Bitch." Echoed around you as your head began to spin becoming woozy from the erotic stimulation.
Another woman had been fingering your cunt. Normally you are straight but her technique was considerate and you had to fight the impulse not to cum. Then someone stuck his tongue in your mouth as the clit play continued. His kisses were rough not painful, but aggressive. He massaged your tits in the same manner. Suddenly a penis was shoved into your wet cunt causing you to gasp. The guy came after only a few shoves. As he exited you felt his cum drip out. The woman who had been playing with your clit now sucked on your right breast.
With the man roughly kissing you, the woman sucking your tit and playing with your clit another man started fucking your cunt. It was all too much. You tried to hold back but you just couldn't and an orgasm rocked you causing your knees to buckle.
"Wait!" Sir James ordered. "I believe our little tramp had an orgasm without permission. "Is that true Jenna?"
You bite your lower lip and answered quietly, "Yes, I'm sorry." You apologized again.
"Hmmm." He considered. " I guess we need to punish you for that indiscretion."
A small padded platform on wheels was brought forth. You were manhandled and placed on your back upon the narrow bed. Your hands were released and dangled at your side. Your head lay supported over the topside edge. Sir James secured the leash to the platform allowing hardly any movement of your head except to tip it backward. The bar between your legs was pulled back and hoisted up so you assumed the shape of the letter L lying on its back with your legs forming a V shape. In this way your mouth, tits, ass and cunt were fully exposed and now ready to submit to the whims of the guest.
Sir James held your face. "You really have been a naughty little bitch. And so you must pay." He smiled sweetly and then flourished a large flat leather paddle. "Its really for your own good." He reassured you.