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Despite my
anticipation, everything was over almost as soon as it had begun.
Danica released my hair, and the gentleman whose lap I had been
leaning over pushed me back up, practically forcing me to stand. I
wasn't sure what to do, and it took a moment of staring blankly
before my legs began to work again. Instinctively, I reached down to
pull up my underwear, but one of the Domme's called to me not to
touch them, so I let them fall, further impeding my movement as they
caught on my ankle cuffs.

Before long, I was
in the grasp of another Domme. This one thought it would be fun to
claw her nails across my ass. The pressure she used was far from
pleasant, and it made me remember scratching down Damien's back, how
I had made him bleed. If it felt anything like this, then I couldn't
imagine him enjoying it. Then again, he was also distracted by sex at
the time. I had nothing to distract me from what was being done. That
was, until the Dom I was facing began fondling my breasts.

This was attention I
had expected to receive in the living room, not in the dining room
where everyone was hungry and waiting on food. Apparently, their
hunger extended beyond food, and touching my flesh was more
important. It was a flattering thought, though I still didn't know
what to make of everything that was going on. I had never imagined I
would allow so many strange people to touch me like this—that
I'd actually enjoy it.

I was breathing
heavily by the time the Domme was finished with me. She had clawed
and spanked my ass until it burned something fierce. While I didn't
dare to take the time to look over my shoulder, I could only imagine
that my ass was a mess of pink welts and hand prints.

Throughout the
entire serving experience, I was subjected to spankings, breast
groping, and nipple pinching. By the time the dinner was over, there
wasn't a person in the room who hadn't touched me . . . except for
Damien. He kept his hands to himself, watching me move around the
room as if what was going on wasn't phasing him at all.

When the guests
retired to the living room, I cleared the table and then hung out in
the kitchen for a while to reflect on everything. The chef was
washing the dishes, but he still ogled me between plates, making it
hard for me to focus.

The blonde woman
touched me. She touched me and I liked it.
The thought absolutely
repulsed me. Though I considered myself bi-sexual, and I did find
Danica attractive, I couldn't picture her as anyone but the enemy.

I had liked a lot of
the other things that had gone on too though, the groping and the
spankings. What did that say about me? I wasn't sure, but it was
making me confused and a bit emotional.

Don't analyze this
now. If you spend too much time thinking about it, you'll never get
through the night. All that's left is your performance. You can do
this.

I took a deep breath
and headed back into the lion's den, filling up cups and trying to
psych myself out for what was to come by going over all the positions
in my head. This was the last part I needed to get right. Then the
party would be over, and I could sort out my feelings.

As soon as all the
beverages were refreshed, Damien announced it was time for my
demonstration. I noticed that Danica had managed to worm her way
closer to him, which filled me with discontent, though there was
nothing that I could do about it. Obediently, I took center stage in
the middle of the living room and waited for my first command while
the party goers watched me intently.

“
Come,”
Damien said, and I waddled over to him.

To my relief, he
extracted a set of keys from his pocket and released me from my
bondage. Of course, it made sense, because I couldn't perform most of
the positions without full mobility. When he unfastened my ankle
cuffs, he took my underwear with them, leaving me naked except for
the high heels. Then he sent me back to the center of the room to
await his next command.

“
Pleasure
yourself,” he told me.

That wasn't a
position I remembered. In fact, it wasn't a position at all. For a
moment, I was confused, standing there dumbstruck. The rest of the
party watched me in anticipation, whispering to one another. Damien's
gaze was steel, never breaking, looking on expectantly.

He wants me to obey.
This is what he meant by demonstrating my obedience. It had nothing
to do with positions.

My chest felt tight,
and I was suddenly afraid. There were so many eyes on me, crawling
all over me, soaking in every centimeter of my flesh. What he was
asking of me was to share something very personal with the entire
room. I didn't think I could go through with it.

“
It's
alright, sweetie,” one of the Doms tried to comfort me. “We're
not going to bite.”

“
Let's
see that cunt,” another one said, his tone every bit as vulgar
as his words.

I looked to Damien
for protection, but he just nodded.

With a deep breath,
I crouched down, bowing my legs and exposing myself to the room for
their viewing pleasure. Unpleasant emotions raged through me. Fear,
embarrassment, guilt, confusion. I tried my hardest to pretend I was
alone. Then again, if I was alone I wouldn't be in such an awkward
position.

It won't take long.
Just get it over with, and they'll leave. If you stop now, it's all
over for you and Damien. If you embarrass him, he'll disown you.

The thought spurred
me on to slip a hand between my legs, rubbing my fingers back and
forth across my slit, though I derived no pleasure from it. My mind
was constantly vigilant of the eyes upon me.

“
At
least pretend you're enjoying it,” the vulgar man said.

“
Spread
those pussy lips. Let's see what's inside,” Danika told me.

I took her advice,
scissoring my fingers to expose my inner workings, though I couldn't
force myself to look happy about it.

“
That's
a good girl,” Danica continued, “Now rub yourself and
moan a bit.”

For as much as I
hated the woman, I desperately needed the direction. I did as I was
told, rubbing and moaning and faking it.

“
Now
rub those titties,” someone else said, and I followed their
command too, groping my breasts.

Despite my
nervousness, my body seemed to be responding well enough. My nipples
were perked, hard nubs beneath my fingertips. Each gently pinching
and rolling of them caused a shot of need to travel straight to my
cunt, and eventually I began relaxing and actually wanting to touch
myself. Having a wanton body has its advantages, I supposed.

Finally able to get
into it, I put both hands on my breasts, kneading them, pressing them
together, pulling them apart, and then going back to tease my
nipples. My body seemed to be on sensitivity overdrive under the
watchful eyes of my voyeurs, and I found myself growing greedy,
wishing someone would come and take one of my nipples in their mouth,
or stuff their fingers into my wet cunt. Of course, my first thought
was of Damien. Oddly, the second person I fantasized about was
Danica. Then I went around the room, picturing all the different
faces there pleasuring me. When I tweaked one of my nipples, it was
someone else's hand touching me. When I rubbed tight circles over my
clit, I imagined it was one of the Dom's tongues. Soon, the moans
were genuine as I let myself fall further into sexual oblivion,
drowning out everyone around me, filling my head with fantasy.

“
Now
get on your hands and knees and finger yourself,” the vulgar
man said, drawing me from my thoughts only long enough for me to
switch positions.

Shamelessly, I
turned my ass to the audience, resting my head on the carpet and
spreading my legs while I reached a hand around to tease my hole. My
index finger slipped inside with ease thanks to the wetness that had
amassed from earlier pleasure. I groaned as my inner channel squeezed
around it, massaging the intruder. For several minutes, I fingered
myself, varying the strokes. It wasn't enough stimulation though, and
soon I was pulling the finger out to rub across my clit, bringing the
waves of my orgasm to the surface.

“
Requesting
permission to come, Sir,” I said.

“
Permission
denied,” Damien replied.

My hand withdrew
from my cunt, allowing my pleasure to subside while I changed
positions. I figured it was as good a time as any to transition.
Again and again, I brought myself close to orgasm, stopping at
Damien's command.

After a while,
Damien left the room, returning with a thick red dildo and a bottle
of lube, which he handed to me. My cheeks grew warm as I looked at
the dildo. The thing was thicker than his cock, and longer too. There
was no question about what he wanted me to do with it.

I returned to my
original crouching position, scanning the guests for their reaction.
Most of them looked on intently, awaiting my next move. Some of the
Dommes and submissives were less interested though, chatting among
themselves.

The vulgar man
seemed the most interested, the one who had spanked me while Danica
held my hair. He was slightly younger than Damien, with equally dark
features, but not half as handsome. On his arm was a young woman,
probably his submissive, who seemed almost frightened of him. She had
avoided making eye contact with anyone the entire time they had been
at the party and barely spoke a peep. Neither of them had been at the
munch.

“
Suck
on it first,” he instructed, staring at me as if he was
picturing the dildo as his cock instead of just a toy.

I gazed right back
at him as I brought it up to my mouth, swirling my tongue around the
tip. Then I licked up the side of it and moaned, making wet noises as
I sucked it into my mouth. My strokes were purposely slow, and every
time I reached the tip, I glanced at the vulgar man to make sure he
was still watching. He was, fucking me with his eyes. To be honest,
it was refreshing to seduce someone else, though I knew I should feel
guilty. But if Damien wasn't upset about it, then I didn't see the
harm.

Getting even more
into it, I slid my free hand between my legs and began rubbing again,
gyrating my hips in an unnecessarily exaggerated manner, as if it
would help to get me off faster. Occasionally, I would shake out my
hair to get it away from my face, making an all out sexual spectacle
of myself.

“
Turn
the vibrator on and start playing with yourself with it,”
Danica said, taking control of the session.

I did as I was told,
turning the black knob on the bottom of it until it vibrated rather
loudly. Then I pressed the bulbous tip against my clit and groaned as
the vibration almost immediately threatened to plummet me over the
edge.
This might be a bit difficult.

For the sake of
caution, I decided not to focus on the sensitive little bundle of
nerves that was begging for stimulation. Instead, I went straight for
the show stopper, laying down on the floor and spreading my legs
before I pressed the tip of the dildo between my pussy lips and
slowly guided it inside. At first, I didn't think it would fit, so I
had to pull back out and use the lube. Not very sexy.

The feeling of the
vibrator tunneling into me brought a fullness with it that I hadn't
felt in a long time, and I found myself enjoying it far more than I
should have. I laid back, pumping the thing in and out of me as I
groaned, pretending it was a huge dick attached to a powerful Dom. He
was having his way with me, pounding my cunt into submission with a
cock the likes of which I had never felt before. Soon, it wasn't only
my hand that was moving, but also my hips, grinding on the toy as I
pushed it up into me. I felt absolutely shameless, splaying my legs,
and rubbing my clit with my free hand, and just enjoying the
pleasures of my body. Occasionally, I'd change positions, more for my
own pleasure than that of my onlookers. The toy explored me from all
angles, pulsing in and out when I was on my hands and knees,
struggling against my tight tunnel when I laid on my side and pressed
my legs together. It all felt exquisite.

Finally, Damien told
me I could come, and when he did, I was more than ready. I saw stars
as my body fell over the edge, waves of pleasure crashing down and
drowning me. It was so intense I could barely breathe—the best
orgasm I'd had in a very long time.

When the
contractions finally subsided, I laid there breathless, feeling lost
and ashamed for what I had done—for my enjoyment of being
watched in such a state. Was that why my orgasm had been so intense?
Or was it because I was focused on someone else besides Damien? I was
so confused.