"Rummy!"
A trio of groans answered the declaration. Mellisa knew Tommy would have groaned too... if she hadn't forbidden him to make a sound.
There were times to let him whine and beg. It reenforced her supremacy.
But tonight was not about her.
This studio apartment was her place. It was where he lived but it was her place and he was her slut-toy.
She came over a couple times a week and as soon as she let herself in he would stop whatever he was doing and strip. He was not allowed to wear clothing in her presence.
He would cook for her and then kneel on the floor while she ate. Then she would put the dishes on the floor and dip her toes in the leftovers and let him try to satisfy his own hunger by licking her feet clean.
Finally he would be tied spread eagle on the pull out sofa and gagged with the dildo gag.
She would spend a few hours alternating between riding the artificial cock to ecstasy and gently teasing his own rod.
His chastity cage was only removed when he was tied down. He was powerless to please himself.
So he simply didn't get to climax. Ever.
She would lock his package up before she freed one hand and then left him to free himself and clean up after her.
But tonight was different. Her friends met each Saturday and played cards. Tonight she decided to host at his apartment and make him part of the party favors.
He was tied up hours before the catering company delivered the food. For obvious reasons, she had brought it in herself and set up the table a few yards from where he was immobilized.
She put the urinal in place and let him relieve himself. The pressure had been building up for the five hours he was tied there. He knew how long it was from the television shows she watched while they waited.
She had answered the door to admit her friends and they had all stopped to stare awkwardly at the naked man staked out on the mattress with an artificial penis sticking out of his mouth.
He looked pathetic. She liked him that way but it wasn't doing it for her friends. She stood over him and unbuttoned her shirt two buttons. His cock sprang to attention, self consciousness overwhelmed by the sight of her generous bosom. As always.
A chuckle told her Tiff was more comfortable with that. Reaching up her short skirt she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Tugging her underwear down over his head and covering his eyes would help dehumanize him for Sally. She was the sensitive one. Ann was just fine with bondage. She was a domme too.
"So" Mel said as she took her seat. "We have the cheese platter, shrimp cocktail, chicken and eggplant parm and plenty of wine. And we have the toy. The rules are, we play just like always. Whoever wins the hand, sits the next hand out and plays with the toy. You can do anything you want with him as long as you don't give him an orgasm. Any questions?"
"I'm hip." Ann had declared immediately. Tiff was fishing for a shrimp. "Okay. As long as I don't have to go first."
Sally was saying nothing, fixing a plate of food to cover her nerves.
The first hand went smoothly and Mel won. She knew the girls were watching her as she straddled Tommy's face and squatted down. Opening a tube of water based lube she had used two fingers to gradually spread the liquid over the whole dildo.
Ann chuckled. "I bet he wishes you would do that on his other cock. The little one."
"What do you mean?" Sally asked.
Mel sighed deeply as she settled down onto the shaft. Ann was watching her with the critical eye of a rival. Tiff was curious. Sally was just....Sally.
Ann answered her.
