The dinner party seems to be going very well.
My vantage point is limited, of course; David and his seven guests are seated at the table, and I'm in harness on a wheeled cart off to the side. I'm blindfolded, but the conversation is cordial and the food smells wonderful.
Veal, I think. But I ate earlier.
I'm kneeling, naked, on the long, low cart. My wrists are shackled at shoulder height to the cart's metal frame. The base of the cart is open so that a guest can stand or kneel between my legs, and my knees and ankles are cuffed to the cart's sides, forcing my thighs apart.. A fur-lined collar is fastened tight around my throat and chained to the frame.
"You're the dessert course, little slut," David told me earlier as he was fastening me in place. "They're going to gobble you up and come back for seconds."
My nipples and pussy are on fire, aching for attention. David spent the morning and afternoon teasing me with his fingers and a few of his favorite vibrators, and an hour or so ago he applied several coats of a thick, white cream to my naughty bits, making them swell and throb. My clit pulsates, and I'm sure that a fingertip touch would send me into a screaming orgasm.
Bowls of chocolate and caramel sauce are arranged around the base of the cart, along with cans of whipped cream and a bowl chopped nuts. An assortment of vibrators, dildos and plugs, along with tubes of lubricant, are available, along with paddles and a few tiny feather dusters. He made quite a show of setting up all the "accessories," as he called them, before blindfolding me.
Tonight is my reward for being such an obedient little slut for the last few months: Eight men and women are going to make a buffet of my willing body as soon as they finish their nice dinner.
Honestly, I can't wait.
I'm trying not squirm now as I listen to them make small-talk. David had debated inserting a dildo and anal plug earlier, but decided against it, and I bitterly regret that. If I weren't gagged, I would be begging for a good hard fuck, or screaming in frustration.
There's a lull in the conversation and someone's glass clinks. Finally, one of the men asks, "Didn't you mention dessert earlier?" A woman titters nervously and my heart drops into my stomach.
"Of course," David says. A second later, I'm in motion as the two waiters he's hired for the evening roll the cart I'm strapped to over near the table.
I don't know if the guests saw me earlier, but I can feel them staring at me now and I really do have to fight not to squirm with a shivering mixture of embarrassment and frustration.
A second later, a pair of hands comes to rest on my shoulders and David says, "You can see what a delicious sweet we're offering tonight. Come take a closer look at the menu, then help yourselves. And of course, it's all you can eat."
I whimper as I hear chairs being pushed away from the table. David is standing right behind me and I can hear the others gather around.
Something metal clinks against china and a warm, wet substance is drizzled over my right breast. A second later, a tongue begins lapping at my flesh and I groan, though the gag muffles it. The lapping turns to kissing and sucking and I feel something drizzled over my left breast. I sigh as two hungry mouths lick and suck at me, then squeal as they close on my nipples.
I'm tongued and nibbled and thoroughly delighted, squirming happily in my bonds, when the most wonderful tickling begins on my ass. Laughter erupts as I wriggle in response, and the tickling intensifies.
Soon, I'm covered in sauce and I can't help writhing as several mouths get to work licking me clean. They're everywhere, tongues lapping at my breasts, my hips, my stomach and thighs, even my armpits and the crack of my ass.
Someone smears a thick layer of sauce over each ass cheek and I can't help but giggle through the gag as it's licked away. A second later, I'm squealing again as two nimble fingers spread a layer of sauce all over my dripping pussy. A second coat follows, then I feel fingers pressing what feels like tiny pebbles into the tender flesh.
Chopped nuts, I realize, and my mind goes blank at the thought of a hungry mouth devouring the layers of sweet sauce and salty nuts from my wet, aching cunt.
I don't have to imagine it for long as someone slips between my thighs and a tongue begins lapping at my pussy.
"She's delicious," a woman reports, then she gets back to work, exploring every fold. She avoids my clit, though, as she licks me clean, and I'm panting and grinding my pussy toward her questing mouth. But she teases me relentlessly, circling my clit for long minutes while I whimper and buck over her.
It's almost too much, having my pussy teased so thoroughly as countless hands and mouths greedily pleasure the rest of my body.
She pulls away and I want to scream with frustration, but the tickling resumes and I'm squirming again as feather dusters attack each cheek.