hairless from the neck down, and bound with both metal chains and rope in various positions. Every slave is blindfolded and fitted with a ballgag, and each ass that I can see is rosy red. The foremost slave is a slave boy on his side, with one leg stretched into the air and tied to a wooden post extending upwards. His other leg is bent at the knee and tucked beneath him and his wrists are secured to his collar. His cock, like that of all the male slaves, is fully erect.
The servants position his cart so that the serving platter lines up with the rails laid into the table. Effortlessly, the servants slide him into and across the table. I reach out and stroke his leg as he passes.
Shortly following him is a slave girl tied in a doggystyle position, with her collar secured to her platform and her arms behind her back. The platforms come to a rest, and recognize the slave in front of me as Natalia. I glance at the rest of the carts and see you down at the very end, in front of a relaxed-looking male guest with long hair.
Natalia is displayed on her back, with her heels secured by her neck in an impressive display of flexibility. Her olive skin is smooth and unmarked, save for some faint welts on her exposed thighs and ass, presumably from her dinner preparations. I see Sasha give an approving look before groping the upraised ass of the slave girl in front of her. I tentatively run my hands up Natalia's thighs, feeling the heat still emanating from them. All around me, the guests are happily talking and laughing as they examine, feel and taste the slaves in front of them. Across the table and a few spots down, a woman is licking a slave's cock as she feeds him mashed potatoes, having removed his gag. Elsewhere, the guest that currently has you laughs as he pushes his fingers in your mouth.
Inspired, I lower my face to my slave's pussy and lick. She squirms slightly, hopefully in pleasure. I close my eyes and keep licking, eventually moving my tongue to her asshole.
She was wet when I started (another product of dinner prep), and I can feel her getting wetter as I work. Pleased, I rise and rotate her platform, bringing her head and feet to me.
I press a piece of my steak through her lips and slowly lick the soles of her feet. I hear her moan faintly as she chews. I lift my head and pull down her blindfold, looking curiously into her eyes. She stares back at me dreamily as her mouth hangs open, likely in an unconscious gesture of submission. I slip a finger into her mouth and she automatically closes her lips around it and sucks, still looking into my eyes.
The next bell rings, and the slaves' platforms begin to shift across the table. I replace Natalia's blindfold and give her a soft kiss on her lips as she is wheeled away, and soon the table is empty of slaves.
The next order is headed by a redheaded slave girl suspended upside down by a metal structure. I scan the rest of the lineup and I see you, secured on your knees with your hands behind your head and your collar attached to a metal pole perpendicular to the platform. I reach out and slide a hand down your back as you pass me. Your platform comes to rest to my side in front of Sasha, and a lightly muscled twink slave appears in front of me, face up with his legs in the air. The guests again begin tasting their slaves, and Sasha winks at me before taking your face in her hand and giving it a long, slow lick.
I idly jerk my slave's cock and watch Sasha play with you. She removes your ballgag and blindfold and whispers an instruction to keep your eyes closed. She kisses you softly while gently squeezing your exposed, hanging boobs. I turn my attention back to my slave for a moment; his cock is throbbing in my hand.
I hear his breathing getting heavier. I don't want him to cum just yet, so I release his cock and insert a thumb in his ass. I hear you moaning loudly and turn my head.
Sasha is aggressively fisting you, with one hand deep inside your pussy and the other arm around your back, pulling your ass into her face. She herself moans; I think she's tasting your asshole.
Seeing how easily Sasha is controlling you, and how helpless you are to all these people, is getting me hard. More excited, I start fingering my own slave more deliberately, pressing my thumb deep into his ass. His hips start to move, and I decide to edge him again. I lean down and spit on his cock, and after a moment's thought, I lick its full length and take him into my mouth, sucking hard. Now he moans, and I move down to lick his balls as I stroke his cock, now lubricated with my spit.
You and Sasha are now face to face again, and she has her fingers in your mouth, making it hang open. You're drooling, and I'm pretty sure that it's the same hand she used to fist you, making you taste yourself. She's whispering to you again, probably telling you to call yourself a whore, or a slut, or a piece of meat whose only purpose is to be served for dinner. You answer as best you can, drooling, naked, chained, and put on display for the crowd.
After a while, after all of the guests have sampled all of the slaves, the final arrangement of slaves is wheeled away. I catch your eyes as you pass me; your expression is glazed and distant. Your cart disappears, and dessert - real, proper dessert - is served as a palate cleanser. The voice addresses us once more.
"Attention all guests, the social event will commence in ten minutes in The Playroom. All slaves will be cleaned, prepped and displayed for public use. Toys and implements will be provided at tables throughout the room, and attendants will be on hand to facilitate the bondage and transportation of slaves for enjoyment. Guests are encouraged to play with multiple slaves, and most importantly, to share."
Everyone at the table, including me, is leaning back in their chairs, at once full and incredibly aroused. Some us the guests are smiling, laughing between deep breaths of exhilaration, others are idly touching themselves with dreamy expressions on their faces. The slave tasting did exactly what it was meant to do: give everyone a sample, so they'd know what they wanted during Playtime. I know my own favorites, Natalia among them, but I'm not sure yet if I want to visit you or just watch other men and women use you.
I follow the crowd as people get up and return to the lounge. I feel a tug on my shoulder and turn around.
Sasha grabs my hands and pulls me in. "Oh my GOOODDD," she gushed. "Carolyn was amazing, thank you so much for bringing her. That ass?" She pulls away and gestures with two open hands, as if demonstrating your curves. "Actually divine. I almost got lost. And I love the way she kisses."
She thumps me on the shoulder. "You, sir, are a lucky man. Actually," she laughs, "We're all lucky in here. I bet she's going to be real popular in there." I smile and begin to say something, maybe a comment about how I loved seeing her use you, but my breath is stolen from me as Sasha suddenly lunges forward and kisses me deeply.
She pulls back and meets my startled expression with the most seriousness I've seen from her yet. "Seeing couples like you do this is the hugest turn-on for me. Translating the romance and love and trust into sharing your wife with strangers is just so deliciously dirty, and it's so sweet at the same time..."
She licks the side of my face, from my jawline to my ear. "She's not the only one of you being shared tonight. At some point during playtime, I am going to fuck you, and we're gonna make her watch." She grinned, overcome with whatever mix of lust and alcohol had consumed her. "I want to see her face...and then I want to sit on it."
I stared into Sasha's grinning face, taken aback by her words but simultaneously turned on by them. I knew what to expect from this evening, but this woman's unbridled sexual enthusiasm was singularly exciting. Right then I very much wanted to see her fantasies play out. I brought you here to be shared, to give you to others to be passed around and fucked. It made sense that others would be eager to take you.
"I'll make it happen." I flash a grin at her, imagining her naked on top of you.
Another announcement rings through the room:
"Attention all guests, playtime is ready to begin. Please make your way over to the Playroom. Remember, share and be considerate of other guests."