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.
