Tonight was my Mistress' turn to host. In a city that had banned sex clubs, but with a good population of kinky people, we found a way. Private parties rotating though each others' houses. As a good slave should, I arrived early in the morning to get things ready.
I came in the side door as stripped to my collar and cage, as usual.
I then noticed a second pair of man's shoes in the mud room. And a second set of clothes was hanging on the coat rack. This wasn't usual at all. Maybe Mistress decided I would need help serving tonight.
As I entered the kitchen, I saw Paul, dressed almost as I was except he had an apron on to protect himself from the heat of the stove. Paul is the property of Zara, my Mistress's best friend. He and I had worked together at one of Zara's parties last year.
"Winston, We were starting to worry about you. Angela has me cooking, She said you should start setting the dining room up for the buffet and then the drinks table in the living room."
Now I was confused. If Angela wanted the food served buffet style, there wasn't a need for a second server. I could make drinks just fine without help. No matter. Angela doesn't like it when I think too much. I'm just here to serve her in any way she tells me.
Done in the dining room, I move to the living room. A new coffee table. That's surprising. I've built several pieces for Angela, but she never mentioned anything about a coffee table to me. I would have loved to make this for her.
One hour till the guests start to arrive. Angela tells Paul and I to go to the guest room and make ourselves clean, inside and out.
Forty-five minutes later, clean as a whistle, Paul and I go back downstairs. Angela is sitting on the sofa with her feet on the new coffee table.
"Thank you, boys. You did such a nice job getting everything ready for tonight.
"Winston, what do you think of the new table?"
"It's very nice, Mistress. I would have loved making you a coffee table if I had known you wanted one"
"But then it wouldn't have been a surprise, darling. Now, I want you and Paul to flip the top."
We go to opposite ends and I can see that the upholstered top is not really attached so we start lifting. I can't really see what it is, but the underside of the top pretty well fills the inside of the table.
When we get it turned over and set back in place, it becomes obvious -- a stealth spanking bench atop the coffee table.
I'm well acquainted with Mistress' spanking bench in the dungeon, I don't know why she would want another in the living room.
"Winston, my dirty little slut, you're going to be put to the test tonight. You're going to be the center of attention. Now climb onto the bench like a good whore."
It's obvious that this bench was made to fit my measurements precisely. My torso is perfectly supported by the bench, it's not digging into my bladder, I've got free range to move my head, but when I relax my neck, by chin rests on the end with no strain on my neck. The arm rests & leg rests are at the right height as well, supporting my limbs with no pressure on shoulders or hips. I feel like I could be on this bench for hours. I feel Mistress and Paul tightening straps over my back. Crossing over my shoulders, one over my hips, one over the middle of my back.
"Paul, how long since you've had a real orgasm? Not ruined, not a prostrate milking, but a real, slamming your cock into a tight wet hole, orgasm?"
"Miss Zara allows me to use my fleshlight once a month, so it's been about three weeks, Miss Angela."
"I think Zara is far too soft on you, but you might get a special treat tonight."
When I hear these words, I look over at Mistress, but before I can ask what she means by that, she shoves a double ended penis gag into my mouth and Paul buckles it behind my head.
Four more straps around each limb.
"Paul, there are two boxes by the front door, bring them to me, then go wait by the bar. Our guests should be arriving soon, and they will need refreshments."
"Yes, Miss, Angela."
Mistress slowly walks around me, dragging her fingernails along my back. She reaches down and pinches my left nipple. I feel the calm bliss of submission climbing into my mind. I'm unable to move or speak. Soon enough, I know my brain will shut down and I'll exist in a world of pure sensation.
Now her fingers are teasing my hole. I wonder if she was teasing Paul or I by hinting that Paul was going to fuck me tonight. I haven't been fucked by a man for years.
Paul returns with the boxes, placing them on the edge of the table below my legs and heads for the bar.
Mistress opens the first box and I hear the click of a padlock at my left ankle, then below my knee, above my knee, and just below my hip.
She repeats on my right leg, then my arms, then the four straps over my back.
One more behind my head.
Mistress places her hands on the sides of my head and lifts me to look at her. I see a second key on her necklace has joined the key to my chastity cage. "My dear sweet boy. Not that you have a choice now, but are you going to be a good boy?"
"Yeth, Mithtrethh." I moan around the dildo locked into my mouth.
"I know you will, darling. You're always such a good boy for me."
As Mistress walks around me, teasing my back with her nails, I see Paul behind the bar. The smirk on his face tells me that he knows more about tonight's plans than I do.
I feel lubed fingers teasing my hole. Hungrily, I will them into entering me. I try to move back and show how eager I am, but I'm locked in place. Eventually, Mistress gives me what I need and one finger slides in. Then a second. A bit more lube, a third finger, and now she is massaging my prostrate. I'm whimpering around the gag, my cock is straining to burst through its steel prison. And Mistress withdraws her fingers. I'm only feeling empty for a few seconds though as Mistress replaces her fingers with a huge plug.
"There's another surprise for you. You'll figure it out later." And with that Mistress walks off leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I hear the first guests arrive. Of course Miss Zara came early, she spent the day without Paul. But I didn't recognize the man she was talking to, or the fabulous looking redhead whose leash he was holding.
"Angela said when she saw the bench at your house, she just had to have one."
"I love it. But we don't have the space for a dungeon so we need something that can be left out without scaring our vanilla friends. I'm surprised Angela wants one in the living room, given how well equipped her dungeon is already.
"Becca, why don't you go check on Winston. He looks a bit lonely over there."
"Of course, Sir"
"I'm keeping your leash with me, so if some of that Domme energy starts to bubble up, feel free. But remember your place. You're my property doing a favor for my friend."
"Thank you, Sir I will."
As she walks over I see just how amazing looking she is. She's got the body of a dancer, muscles flowing under taught skin, but with enough curves to make it obvious that she's a woman. Thick red curly hair pulled into a high ponytail. The sort of ponytail that would be a perfect handle for face fucking, not that that's going to be an option for me. And those thick red lips....
"Hi, Winston. I'm Becca. Great party. Are you having fun yet?"
As she speaks to me, I think, no definitely, there is a slight buzz from the plug. She lifts up her sheer top and removes a pair of nipple clamps. She clamps one to my right nipple, but the chain isn't long enough to reach around to the left.
"Pity. " she says and lets the chain dangle to the floor, "It looks like one nipple is going to support twice the weight."
The clamp forces me to moan around the cock locked in my mouth and the vibration inside me increases.
"This bench was Master John's idea. You're going to go from heaven to hell and back tonight, several times. Or at least that's how I feel about it. Maybe we'll have a chance to compare notes later." She tugs on the nipple clamp a few times and the vibration in my ass is definitely responding to the sounds I'm making. She grabs the cock protruding from my mouth and begins to stroke it gently. "I'm looking forward to tonight so much, Winston." And with that, she leans down, kisses me on my forehead and saunters away with feline grace.
"It's a perfect fit, come see." I hear my Mistress voice. She is accompanied by Miss Zara, Master John, Becca, and two men I've never seen before. "Winston, this is Master John, the coffee table was his idea. And this is Steve and Jason, they are the ones who built it. I see that Becca introduced herself to you already."
"Becca, I know you've been taught to clean up after yourself." John says to her sternly. "Go to the bar, get a damp towel to clean off his forehead, and bring us all a round of drinks."
"John, don't be too harsh on her. I'm sure she was just trying to put my boy at ease. He's got no idea what's on the agenda for tonight."
"I know, Angela. At the same time, I told that she needs to respect your property. And marking it without permission is pretty disrespectful. Steve, that's a beautiful piece of furniture. I know this is the second time you've built this table, but after tonight I'd bet you're going to have a few more orders."
"Thanks, John. I'm actually already working with a couple of the other guests from your party, but Angela knew exactly what she wanted and was able to sweeten the deal enough that we got it done in time for tonight."
Becca returns with a tray of drinks and serves them around. As the six of them drink and chat, they naturally end up surrounding me. I begin to feel fingers brushing up against my arms and legs. Someone places their drink on my lower back and now I feel two strong hands massaging my cheeks.
"He got a great ass, don't he." It must be Jason, I've never heard this voice before.
"He better have a great ass. He's required to spend three hours a week on the stair climber machine. And look at those legs. Three days a week either on a bike or in the pool."
I feel a surge of joy, knowing that my body is being admired. I think all six drinks are on my back now and all twelve hands are exploring my body. Nails on my nipples. Scratches on my back. Someone is fondling my balls. And Becca is stroking the cock coming out of my mouth again.
"Steve", she says softly, "I see this great cock here. And I want to fuck it until I can't walk, but I can't get into a good position for that." She's stopped stroking the dildo and placed it at her entrance. I can see what she means. She can grind it against her clit, but there's no good way for her to be penetrated. "I know the coffee table limits what you can do, but can you think of an add on piece?"
Mistress and Zara chime in agreement.
