The old mansion was decadent and the party fit the mood perfectly. Tables adorned with elegant black orchid centerpieces and elaborate hand-written place settings filled the large banquet room. Candles in pristinely polished silver candelabras twinkled everywhere, casting a soft dim light over the room. Masked guests meandered about and slipped in and out of conversational groups. Silver trays of delectable hors d'oeuvres and flutes of champagne were held aloft by beautiful women adorned only in masks, high black boots, and black leather collars. The guests gave them appreciative glances as they passed between the party goers, silently offering refreshment.
The Master, the host of the party and owner of the naked attendants, stood in a dark corner overseeing the party with a watchful eye. His dark eyes glittered in the candlelight. He cut an imposing figure, six feet tall with a slim athletic build, dark hair, and an impeccable black suit. His mask was simple black satin and only served to enhance his mysterious air. He observed his servants as they moved through the banquet room in perfect silence. Each had been brought to a heightened state of arousal before the party and the small egg shaped vibrators held inside their moist slits ensured they would remain that way. Now he waited to see which of the girls would be the first to falter. Her punishment would provide the entertainment for his eager guests.
It wasn't long before one of the servants, a pale red-haired girl with high, full breasts and long legs, stumbled slightly and spilled her tray onto the marble floor. The Master was behind her in an instant, his hand twisted in the long braid that fell down her back. He snarled into her ear, low voiced, but loud enough for the now silent guests to hear, "Look what a mess you've made, slave." He gestured to the mess of broken glass and spilled liquid where a few of the other servants had already begun cleaning. Tears filled her hazel eyes, threatening to spill down her freckled cheeks. She cast them down to the floor. The Master grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm up behind her back, guiding her toward an empty table near the center of the room. She obediently climbed atop it and A few of the other girls hurried forward to fix her limbs to the table with lengths of cord. Her breasts pressed into the polished wood and her chin rested uncomfortably at the edge of the table, forcing her gaze straight ahead. The restraints spread her legs wide and offered an unhindered view of her opened sex and a well-manicured tuft of fiery red pubic hair. As the others finished the knots securing her to the table, a petite blonde forced a ring gag into the bound slave's mouth and secured it around her head.
The Master walked around his bound slave, tapping a paddle lightly against his palm as he sized up her restraints. "You had a simple job, slave," He began, clearly speaking for the benefit of his guests, "Yet, you've managed to fail me." His voice, smooth as honey, cut through the silence crisply. He ended his circuit at her backside and slipped a finger into her slick opening, pulling out the egg and pocketing it. "Now you must bear your punishment before all of our guests." Her eyes were wide and her breathing labored as she anxiously awaited the sharp sting on the paddle against her skin. The guests gathered in a loose circle around the table to watch the spectacle. Some looked at her with a degree of sympathy, but most were simply eager to enjoy the scene.
He brought the paddle down hard over her naked behind, turning the flesh pink, and she yelped like a wounded animal. The paddle marked her pale skin as he brought it down again and again, each time in a different area and from a different angle. The bound slave cried out and squirmed in her restraints in a futile effort to escape the blows. "Keep still." The Master hissed through gritted teeth. She stilled and he continued to rain down blows, covering every inch of her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. Harsh slapping filled the silent room as the partygoers looked on. The flesh heated as her blood rushed to the bruised areas and small welts began to form. Tears streamed freely down her face as she choked back her sobs. Her buttocks were a fierce shade of red by the time the Master ended the paddling. She could feel the sting of the cool air on her tender flesh and her whole body seemed full of throbbing pain.
The Master motioned for the blonde slave who'd affixed the gag to step forward. "This one has made another mess. Clean it up." He directed her toward the small pool of lubrication on the wooden tabletop that had leaked down the red-headed slave's thighs during her paddling. The blonde moved between the spread legs of her fellow servant and began to eagerly lap up the fluid. When she had finished cleaning the table she ran her tongue up the redhead's thighs, licking clean the moisture there. The bound slave tensed as she felt the other girl spread the swollen folds of her vulva and run her tongue along the opening of her sex. She groaned in pleasure as the blonde thrust her tongue inside, collecting her moisture. When she had finished her task the blonde slave stepped back and awaited further instruction. "Excellent job, my pet," The Master said, patting her head affectionately. The blonde flushed with pride at her Master's praise. "I don't think this one has been punished enough just yet," He announced, then leaned down to whisper a quiet instruction into the blonde's ear.
"Yes, Sir." She replied quietly, moving back between the legs of her fellow slave and kneeling so her face was at level with the girl's sex.
The Master stepped before the red head and looked down at her sternly. "If you can make me finish before you do, your punishment will be over," He told her, "but if you disappoint me again... well..." He shrugged and raised an eyebrow. Her eyes widened, but she nodded the best she could manage. He pulled his cock, hard from the tableau of his slave's punishment, from his pants and placed it to her open mouth. The ring held her mouth wide enough to easily slip his thick member through. She licked at the head, silently begging him to enter her mouth. As he slid into her, the blonde began her work. She slipped two fingers into the redhead and felt a surge of fresh lubrication seep from within her. Massaging hard against her g-spot, the blonde wrapped her lips around the engorged head of her clitoris. She licked and sucked at it skillfully, intent on winning the race. The redhead moaned around her master's cock, sucking as hard as she could manage and running her tongue up and down its length. She knew he would never let her win, but she tried every trick she knew. She relaxed her throat and he slipped into it, she swallowed around him. The blonde worked the other girl over fiercely, and hearing her Master's sharp intake of breath, she slipped a third finger into the redhead's slick opening then pushed it into her tight asshole. Sawing her fingers in and out of both the girl's openings, she tongued her clit mercilessly. The redhead's orgasm ripped through her moments before the Master's hot cum spurted down her throat. The blonde, having accomplished her mission, sat back on her heels and looked up at her Master.
As he tucked himself back into his pants, the Master frowned down at his disobedient slave. "I don't think you deserve this." He announced, fingering the collar around her neck pointedly. The painting slave on the table made a soft mewling whine. Tears once again sprung to her eyes as she looked up at him frantically. He grasped her braid and forced her head back painfully. "You have disappointed me twice today. A good slave has grace and control. A good slave is obedient. Perhaps the fault is mine, maybe you haven't been punished severely enough to know your place yet." He sighed and shook his head. "You'll stay exactly as you are until the end of the party, my disappointing little slut, and satisfy the whims of my partygoers." He turned his back to her now, gesturing to the blonde to follow as he walked away.
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The silence of the crowd broke as they went back to their conversations. A few of the naked servants stood at attention near the punished slave, each holding a different implement - riding crops, floggers, paddles, canes, anything the guests could wish to use in the continuation of the red head's punishment. Her eyes were closed and she openly wept as the first masked gentleman stepped up and began to peddle her welted behind.
The Master stood away in the shadows, watching as his guests continued the punishment he had started. He kept a close eye on the redhead, watching for any sign of trouble. Her safety was the highest priority, regardless of her disobedience, and each of his slaves knew how to alert him if they needed to put a stop to a scene. The blonde knelt next to her master's feet and he absentmindedly ran his fingers through her hair. "Do you wish it was you strapped to that table, Pet?" He glanced down at her and her eyes lit up as she gazed at him. "You may speak."
"Yes, Master..." The blonde began in a soft voice, "but not due to disobedience."
