Chapter 13 - Eight Hands

Kate's Exhibitionist Journey

Chapter 13 - Eight Hands

In which Kate serves dinner to four hungry women on her nude body, and then finds herself receiving a delightful treat for dessert.

I felt like I was dreaming.

Was this really happening? And, more to the point, was

this

what I wanted from my journey? I didn't know any more. I certainly wouldn't have guessed that it was, that's for sure. With every ounce of my flagging self-control, I was trying to keep my body from shaking. But that wasn't proving to be an easy task at all right now.

I was still at Veronica's house. The alluring, powerful lesbian dominatrix I had turned to in order to push myself further into my exhibitionist life. The woman who had already ordered me to strip nude, furnished my neck with a velvet collar adorned with the word

'WHORE'

, spanked my bare bottom, walked me naked around her garden on the end of a leash, toyed with my body as I had lay on her in the sun, and had me stand with my hands tied behind my back, as oblivious hikers walked past on the other side of her garden fence. And the woman who was now putting the finishing touches to the finale of our...session together.

I lay on top of her cold wooden dining table. Still completely nude, save for a small green plastic leaf that now barely covered my crotch. All over that leaf, on my stomach, up and across my exposed breasts, sat dozens of pieces of sushi and sashimi, each chilled item sending a fresh pulse of stimulation through my bare skin as it was delicately laid out on top of me by the fastidiously precise hand of Veronica.

I had been turned into a human platter. A naked human platter. The questionnaire she had sent me about my wants and needs hadn't said anything about this. It hadn't said I was 87% exhibitionist, 71% submissive and 65% tableware! And yet...oh god, this felt incredible. I was nude, I was nervous, I was embarrassed, and, through all of that, I was...

so turned on.

"The Japanese call it

nyotaimori

," the proudly clothed woman carefully arranging a small piece of tuna sashimi above my right nipple, explained as she worked, "I first experienced it on a business trip to Tokyo, many years ago, well before I changed to this career. Our hosts were very eager to show me and my male colleagues everything that Tokyo had to offer. Including a trip to a...gentlemen's club..."

I tried to concentrate on what she was saying, even as I suppressed a flinch from another cold piece of sushi making contact with my skin. I didn't know if the story she was weaving was true, or if it was just a tall tale to distract me from the reality of what was happening. I didn't think I cared either way, all of my focus was going into trying not to shiver or twitch or do anything to ruin the delicate arrangement of food spread out across my body.

"...Now, I'd only been working there a few months. I was an assistant, nothing more. And I wasn't in a position to say anything about the inappropriate choice of venue. Don't get me wrong, as you well know, I like nothing more than the sight of a beautiful, nude woman..."

Oh wow. Did she just call me beautiful again? She did! I mean, she was also in the middle of arranging slices of pickled ginger around my belly button.

But she called me beautiful again!!

Ugh, come on, Kate! My rational brain piped up. Surely you're not so shallow that you're still focusing on that? You're lying on a stranger's table, in the nude, covered in raw fish. And more strangers are about to turn up to eat it all off you. And that's what you're focusing on?!

"...But I don't like to be in the company of a dozen middle-aged businessmen when I'm doing it, you understand. So, I left them to their sleazy little lap dances, planning to head back to the hotel and do some work instead..."

Actually, yes, I told myself, that is what I'm focusing on. So what if it's a little narcissistic? I love it when people appreciate me when I'm nude, after all. That's a huge part of the thrill of what I'm doing on this insane journey. And so what if I also love it when they compliment me out loud like that? Everyone deserves to be called beautiful every now and again, don't they? Even if they're covered in sushi when it happens.

"...But then I happened across the club's...buffet. Over in a little side room of the venue. And it was an incredible sight. This gorgeous, porcelain-skinned young woman, lying completely naked, covered in sushi. Just like this. Well, I developed more than just a taste for salmon nigiri that night, I can tell you..."

She chuckled to herself at the memory. I just forced myself to stay still, my head starting to spin from the cavalcade of sensations I was experiencing. My entire body had become a sea of tender goosebumps. My hard nipples stuck out amid the snacks that adorned my little breasts. And I was very glad that the plastic leaf was covering the extent of my rapidly moistening pussy, especially as she had ordered me to lie with my legs slightly apart.

"...Yes, ever since then I've been obsessed with the art of

nyotaimori.

And it is an art, don't ever think otherwise. This is not just some piece of nude titillation, like a lap dance. This is a culinary experience. And everything has to be...perfect..."

She delicately adjusted a piece of sushi on my left breast, her little finger lightly grazing my nipple as she did so. I had no idea if it had been an accident or if she was devilishly testing out just how aroused I was by what she was doing to me, but the sudden thrill of the lightest of contact caused me to moan slightly. For a mortifying second, I felt myself quivering, each piece of food delicately laid on top of me shaking precariously from side to side, about to ruin all of Veronica's artistic decoration across my bare body. I didn't want to contemplate the sort of punishment I might get for doing that. But mercifully, as I settled down again, every piece of sushi on me remained in place.

Phew.

"...Now, I do have to admit that, if I was being truly traditional, your body would be a little more covered than this. In

nyotaimori

it's usually frowned upon to have the food touching the server's skin directly. But...unfortunately I only have the one leaf..."

She looked down at me and smiled knowingly. I stared back at her, too scared to react while I was so focused on keeping my arousal contained. But it was pretty obvious that the lack of additional plastic leaves to cover my breasts, or my stomach, or my hips or thighs, wasn't an unfortunate mishap on her part. It was entirely deliberate. To keep as much of my nude flesh exposed as possible. And, despite the odd tingling sensation of the multiple pieces of cold sushi littering my body, I wasn't about to complain. Oh my god, this felt

incredible.

"...Although," she continued with a sterner look, "One part of the tradition I do expect you to follow is for the server to remain silent and completely still for the entire meal. I've heard that some establishments encourage their women to interact with their guests, but I do not. My friends and I want to enjoy our food without distraction. Do you understand, my little whore?"

Her firmer tone, coupled with the use of her slightly demeaning name for me (not to mention a reminder of the even more demeaning collar still adorning my slender neck) focused me back on the reality of where I was. And the control that she still had over me. Despite the gentle, almost loving way that Veronica had been arranging the feast onto my skin, she was still the dominant force here. But...what did she want from me in response? Was I supposed to answer out loud, or nod my head? That would break the rules that she'd just clearly laid down. Or hadn't we started yet? Was I free to talk until, um, dinner was served, so to speak?

In the end, I just remained still and silent, forcing every instinct I had to respond, or to shiver or gasp at the sensations I was being treated to, deep down inside me. Phew, again. That seemed to please her.

Why was I so happy to have pleased her?! Oh, Kate!

"Mmm," she purred at me, "My pretty little whore. Such a good girl..."

She reached out to stroke my face. I braced myself, not sure what this further physical contact might do to me. I prayed that this wouldn't be the moment that pushed me over the edge, caused me to shudder in delight and send sushi falling to the ground all around me.

Mercifully, just as she was about to touch me, the doorbell rang. And she smiled wider.

"Ah, perfect. They're here..."

Without a moment's pause, she retracted her hand and stood to answer the door. I remained where I was. Staring up at the ceiling and quivering internally with anticipation as I lay nude, covered in sushi, on this powerful woman's dining table.

After a couple of steps, I heard her stop and call back.

"Oh," she offered casually, "Another rule of traditional

nyotaimori

is that, while the guests are free to admire their beautiful server--"

Hear that? Beautiful! Again! Ugh, stop it, Kate!

"--They are strictly told not to touch her. Chopsticks only for the food, and maximum respect and decorum around the server at all times. Well, I thought you should know that's another rule that me and my friends tend to ignore..."

Having unleashed that sensual timebomb into the room, she resumed her walk to the front door, leaving my head spinning with fresh anticipation.

Oh my god!

Was she being serious? Or was that another devilish piece of teasing? With everything that had happened ever since she had told me to shower in preparation for my role in this event, I hadn't really thought about the actual mechanics of...dinner. But was that what she had planned? Not only was I about to be exposed to a new audience of strangers, and become more and more exposed as they picked more of the food from my body, but they were also encouraged to...touch me as they did so? Oh god, I wasn't sure I could cope with that. Wantonly allowing a whole group of strangers to feel my bare body. And, from my vantage point lying flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling and under orders not to move, not even really able to know exactly when I was about to be touched. Or...where!

I forced myself to suppress another shudder of arousal as I heard Veronica greeting people at the door. I heard new voices. Women's voices. I heard footsteps approaching, and I bit my lip instinctively.

I was afraid. I was tense. I was utterly at a loss as to what was about to happen. Or even as to how I had gotten here.

And yet, through all of that, I couldn't wait for what was about to happen...

*****

"Veronica, darling, this might be the best one yet."

I felt my face redden completely. My skin bristled in excitement in reaction to the comment. But still I didn't move, not even a millimetre.

There were three dinner guests, along with Veronica. I hadn't been formally introduced to any of them. I didn't even know their names. And from my position lying flat on the table, I had only actually seen the face of the woman seated over my left shoulder, each time she leaned in to retrieve a piece of food from my compliantly still body. She was a little older than Veronica, with a few age lines on her pale skin. But, just like Veronica, she was entirely composed, confident, and towered over me as I lay in the nude in front of her.

The other two guests I hadn't seen at all, only heard. They were also both women, and they were seated further down the table, either side of my hips. Every now and again I would suppress the urge to flinch or gasp as I felt one of them, unseen by my eyes, take hold of a piece of food further down my body with their chopsticks and gently lift it up, revealing more of my naked flesh to everyone around the table.

For the time being, despite the comment from Veronica moments before she had welcomed her guests, there had been no overt contact with my body, aside from the odd moment when a chopstick had grazed against me, which I assumed was accidental. Still, even that had been enough to cause me to suppress fresh tingles through my helplessly exposed body.

All the while, Veronica and her guests sat around me, talking, laughing, eating sushi and drinking wine. And I just lay there, putting every ounce of effort that I could muster into remaining silent and still as they continued to feast. My head felt like it was spinning. It was one of the most surreal, but equally one of the most erotic, moments of my entire life. The sensation was intoxicating, as I lay there and they delicately picked each item of food from on top of my body. It was like some sort of bizarre food-based striptease, as more and more of me was revealed with every passing second. My left breast was already completely bare, my stomach was heading the same way, and it felt like most of the food weighing down the thin leaf that covered my crotch and my pussy had already been removed.

It was invigorating, humiliating, stimulating and stupefying, all at the same time. I was loving it. I couldn't deny that, especially to myself. And, as Veronica's nameless friend had just said...I was the

best one yet!

"Yeah, she's been such a wonderful find," Veronica nodded in agreement, as I saw her reach over and deftly remove another piece of nigiri from my right breast, "She's been a perfect little whore all day."

My face went from red to crimson. I had no idea who these women were, but it had quickly become clear that they were very much involved in Veronica's work life as well as her personal life. None of them had batted an eyelid when she had led them into the dining room where I lay, as if this wasn't the first meal like this that they had attended. And now they were delighting in hearing about what a 'perfect little whore' I'd been!

"Such a lovely figure as well," the woman I could see to my left chimed in, "Gorgeous little breasts on this one."

"Oh, I quite agree," another voice, this one sounding quintessentially prim and English despite the words she was saying, came from further down the table, "And look at those nipples. I'll bet they taste divine..."

Oh my god!

"And I can tell this one keeps herself in shape," a fourth voice piped up from near my left hip, "Look at this perfect flat stomach."

This was insane!

I'd never considered myself especially vain before. I knew there was so much more to a person than just how they looked. And yet this entire situation, having these women complimenting my body so casually, as if as well as not being able to speak I also couldn't hear them, was making me feel warm and fuzzy inside. I had

gorgeous breasts!

I had a

lovely figure!

Oh my, I even had...

tasty nipples?!

I had to admit, just as feeling people's eyes on my skin was a delightful rush, hearing people talking about my body like this was just as much of a thrill, as I lay here entirely mute. And entirely nude.

While I secretly adored the way that the conversation was now focused on me, earlier in the meal, I'd been surprised to find that the conversation had revolved around one of the books on Veronica's shelves. As the four women had begun to sip their wine and pick pieces of sushi from my skin, I had listened to them as they had, rather bizarrely, enjoyed a somewhat surface level discussion of Jane Eyre. Even more bizarrely, the discussion had kindled the frustrations of the former English Literature student inside of me, as I heard them seemingly misinterpret several key themes of my favourite bildungsroman.

It had made me wonder if that was part of the theatre of Veronica's 'session' with me, or whether this was something more real. Even as I remained silent and unmoving on the table, my mind started to race anew.

Were these three women fellow dommes, who lived locally and were happy to be included in her role playing. Maybe they all helped each other out, calling around to serve as guest stars in whatever fantasy one of them was acting out with a client. Or...were they actually just good friends of Veronica, who enjoyed getting involved in her work like this? Was the Jane Eyre discussion real, or a piece of improvisation? Was this actually some sort of quaint book club? A crazy, erotic one, where elegant middle-aged women met up at their dominatrix friend's house to discuss the classics (somewhat superficially, if I did say so myself) while they ate dinner off the body of a young nude woman? Is that the sort of thing that happens behind closed doors out in the English countryside? Is that normal out here? Would I head over to a friend's house for an evening of literary discussion if I knew I'd be eating a sushi platter off a naked woman? I mean, I suppose I would, out of curiosity if nothing else...

Ugh. I didn't know what to think any more. All I could do was suppress another deeply aroused flinch as Veronica reached out for one of the final pieces of sushi on my right breast, her chopstick again grazing my defiantly erect nipple in the process, sending a fresh bolt of electricity through me. I really wasn't sure how much stimulation like that I could take without violating my 'no moving' rule, and I was again glad that Veronica and her guests hadn't followed through with her idle suggestion that they enjoyed getting...hands on with their servers. For now, I was keeping myself together.

And then, things took another turn.

Out of nowhere, I felt the now-empty plastic leaf that had been covering my crotch being lifted away by one of the unseen women sitting down at my hips. I instinctively scrunched my face up to stifle a gasp of shock.

"I guess we don't need this any more, do we, ladies?" I heard her say as I felt the tantalising sensation of my pussy being revealed to the world once again, my legs still obediently parted, just as Veronica had instructed.

Oh god!

They can see me! See all of me! My soft, moistened pussy nestling between my legs is now out in the open, revealed to the world, and I haven't even seen everyone's face yet! Predictably, my renewed sense of complete exposure served to heighten my arousal still further. I suppressed a helpless whimper as I felt my wetness grow even more apparent.

"I guess we don't," Veronica laughed, as she looked down at me, "Besides, it's a shame to keep such a pretty little pussy covered up for so long..."

My brain short-circuited again. I was helplessly exposed in front of four women, two of which I wouldn't even have been able to pick out of a line-up. And yet, I was

beautiful

, I was

the best one yet

, and I had

such a pretty little pussy!

Oh Kate, that really is all it takes to make you so utterly and feebly compliant? As soon as someone says something nice about you and your body, you're just utterly beholden to them for the rest of the night?

Oh, Kate!

"A pretty wet little pussy, I'd say," the fourth voice chuckled from next to my right thigh.

Oh my god. She was looking right at it! Whoever she was, she could see my arousal, see how turned on I was! My face now felt like it was burning as I fought against every urge I had to snap my legs tightly closed in a futile effort to afford myself some kind of privacy. While, at the same time, the deliciously erotic sensation of all of them gathered around my nude body, eagerly staring at my most private areas, spurred my arousal on to new highs.

Veronica laughed again as she continued to look down at me. I met her look with my own wide-eyed gaze, but otherwise bravely remained still and silent. I wasn't even sure what I was trying to convey to her with my look. Did I want this to stop? Or was I urging her to go even further now I was completely exposed?

"Well, ladies," she said after a moment, "As ever, as we finish our meal, you should all feel free to show our beautiful server your...appreciation."