Miss Marion's house was abuzz with activity. This would be her seventh annual Winter Fete, and every year, she managed to outdo herself. Every room was decked with garlands, bows and bright ornaments. The dining table was glowing with candles and cloth of gold linens. Her servants were running this way and that, preparing food, putting up decorations, and of course, readying the playroom.
The honored guests who would sit at the table always included Miss Marion's closest friends. Their slaves would accompany them to the fete, whereupon they would become part of the staff, and eat from the floor off of trays behind their owners. Miss Marion's own servants and slaves, of course, would perform special duties. This year, one slave in particular had been selected for the very special role of centerpiece.
Slave number 12 had been with Miss Marion for several years, had provided countless hours of service, and had endured many hours of training. This year was his opportunity to shine.
The process began the morning of the fete. Miss Marion's groomer started by shaving number 12's body. Every bit of hair was removed, from his legs to his mustache.
Next, the groomer administered an enema. The largest bag was filled with water and a small amount of magnesium chloride, to ensure thorough cleaning. Number 12 laid on the grooming table and presented his supple rectum. The groomer inserted the nozzle, and number 12 felt the pleasant fullness gradually overtake his body. His cock, which had not known any pleasure at all for the last 10 days, became fully erect and began leaking fluid. Number 12 stifled a moan and endeavored to remain as still and quiet as he could. The water continued to flow, until it began to become painful. The urge to evacuate increased until he felt certain he could not withstand it. He held the water in, drawing on the strict training he had endured. Finally, he was led to the commode, where the water came out in a flood. Relief washed over him.
The groomer placed number 12 in a shower stall, where he was carefully cleaned of any residue. His body was cleaned and dried.
For the next part of the process, number 12 was taken to the playroom. A team of servants was waiting for him there, assembled around a plywood work table set up especially for this purpose. Number 12 was led onto the table, where he positioned himself on his hands and knees. He would not be leaving this position anytime soon.
First, the servants applied a layer of sterile plastic coating to his skin. This would prevent the following layers from sticking to the skin and prevent chafing.
As soon as this was completed, the servants began to apply strips of gauze dipped in plaster. The cast was made starting at number 12's neck and continued down his chest. They applied the plaster coating to his arms, which were bent slightly to prevent cutting off circulation. The cast continued down his torso, leaving open spaces around his ribcage so that his breathing would not be impaired. Then the plaster was applied to his hips, thighs and legs. His cock was left uncovered, as well as his ass. A leather hood was placed over his head.
When the cast was complete, number 12's body was completely confined. He could not move his arms or legs. He could not bend at the waist or at the hips. For the duration of the fete, he would remain encased in plaster. He was now only an object, and had but one purpose to serve.
When the cast was thoroughly dry, number 12 was lifted by the team of servants to the dining room, where he was placed at the center of the dining table. Surrounded by pine boughs and bright candles, he became the most grand centerpiece to ever grace Miss Marion's fete.
One by one, the guests arrived. Each one declared that this was the most impressive display yet, and congratulated Miss Marion. Even as the guests sat at the table and began the long-awaited feast, number 12 could not contain his arousal. His cock remained as hard as his plaster coating throughout the meal. Every time a guest marveled at his predicament, touched his plaster cast, and examined his private parts, this only stimulated him more.
As the meal drew to a close, and the servants carried away the dishes and what food was left, the guests grew even more interested in number 12. Eventually, Miss Marion's close friend, Sir Devan, asked if they might retire to the playroom.
"Oh yes," she replied. "The fun has only just begun!"
