When my Mistress and I arrived at the party, other slaves led me to a dressing room. I disrobed, and they chained my wrists together in front of me. The light chain went from the left wrist, around the back of my neck, to my right wrist. The chain was locked at each of my wrists, and around my neck. I couldn’t completely extend my arms. My ankles were chained together with metal ankle cuffs. The eighteen-inch chain forced me to take tiny steps.
When I was brought back to my Mistress, she instructed me to obey any of the guests, and perform any of their requests. The host was a Master with his female slave. The other guests included two Masters and three Mistresses. Each Master and Mistress had brought one slave with them to the party. There were three male slaves, including myself, and three female slaves to serve at the party. Each slave was wearing chains like mine. The female slaves were also wearing 5" black high heel shoes. They looked very attractive to me, especially a tall redhead with baseball size round firm breasts. I had a difficult time controlling my erection. When the Masters and Mistresses went to the living room and socialized, the female slaves went to the kitchen and prepared a grilled chicken dinner. The male slaves prepared drinks, set the table, and made sure the guests had everything they desired. As I was setting the table, I noticed small hooks and eyes on one end of the sturdy rectangular table. We were told not to set any places on the hook and eye side of the table. I wondered what the hooks would be used for. The centerpiece was placed on the hook and eye side of the table. It was a lovely arrangement of flowers, with two candles. I wondered why the centerpiece was placed on the end of the table, away from the guests.
When dinner was ready, the male slaves were instructed to stand against the back wall. I could see the table, and the centerpiece at the far end of the table. The guests arrived at the table, and seated themselves. The female slaves brought out the salad. Again, I had to struggle to control my erection. The female slaves were so attractive, bending over and serving the guests, their breasts hanging so nicely, the chains and heels making them even more attractive to me. I stood where I was told and watched the guests eat and listened to their conversations as best I could. As the guests finished their salads, the plates were cleared away, and a soup was brought out. The dinner seemed to be going nicely, with the guests in a festive mood. One of the female slaves, the redhead I was attracted to, spilled a little soup on one of the Mistresses' white blouse.
Horrified, the slave stood as the Mistress scolded her. "You careless slave! You will be punished and suffer for your carelessness!"
The Mistress led the slave to the hooks in the table, and hooked each of her wrists to the table, using the chain she was wearing. The slave was standing at the end of the table, with the upper portion of her body bent forward over the end of the table. The slave tried her best to stand straight and maintain her balance, but it was difficult for her to do. I wondered what her punishment would be, and tried to calm down. Bent as she was, her breasts were hanging very nicely, and I was in a position to see them very clearly. The Mistress slid the centerpiece over to the edge of the table, so that the flames of the two candles in the centerpiece were about 6" directly under the slave's hanging breasts. The Mistress smiled, sat down, and resumed eating.
The other female slaves hurried back to the kitchen to continue serving the meal. The look of horror on their faces was evident to me. When the candles were first slid under the redheaded slave's breasts, she jumped, and tried even harder to straighten out her body. But the hooks held her chained wrists securely to the table. All she could do was wiggle around, and try as best she could to direct the heat coming from the candles to different parts of her breasts. The candles seemed far enough away so that they wouldn't burn her, but the heat must have been intense for her to wiggle around as much as she did. She would jerk especially hard when the heat happened to be directed at her nipples.
The guests continued to chat and eat, and the other two female slaves were especially careful while they continued to serve the main course and dessert. The redhead wiggled less and less during the course of the meal. Either she was getting tired and didn't care about the pain in her breasts as much, or the candles burned down and didn't cause as much pain. Or both. Either way, I struggled and struggled to control my now obvious erection while watching the redheaded slave wiggling at the end of the table. Finally, as the dessert dishes were being cleared from the table, and the other guests were moving to the living room, the Mistress unhooked the redhead from the table. Her breasts were a light red, almost matching her hair, from the heat of the candles. Her face was also a bright red, flush from the struggling she endured. The other female slaves helped the redhead to the kitchen.
While the female slaves cleared the table, the male slaves "entertained" the guests. Two of us would hold the arms of the other slave, while one of the guests would whip or tease him as he chose. Once while I was held, my back was whipped with a light crop by one of the Masters. The other time I was held, one of the Mistresses rubbed her body against mine, doing her best to arouse herself. She rubbed her breasts against my back and chest, and I could see her nipples getting hard through her blouse.
"You worm. You worthless slave. Kiss my neck and arms. Don't you dare get aroused pleasuring me!"
I did not succeed. She did arouse me.
