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."
Sasha beams at me and takes my hand, moving to my side. We watch the other guests replace their post-dinner lethargy with lustful anticipation and hurry toward the ornate double doors. Sasha's hand in mine feels soft and strong. She gives it a tug, and we move together to join the flow of guests into the Playroom.
The Playroom is a vast, ballroom-like space, decorated as one would expect a king's banquet hall to be. The atmosphere was similar to that of a movie theater; seductively dim with areas of warm light. Dark red curtains flowed around the walls, accented with black and gold tassels. As far as I could see, there were no windows save for an opaque skylight curved around the high ceiling. Several large cages hung from that ceiling, suspended by thick chains. featuring some of the evening's slaves in various states of bondage.
Below the cages was an assortment of tables, platforms, and other structures to which the rest of the slaves were each affixed. Every slave was displayed like an exhibit at a museum, complete with a small descriptive plaque. The manner of display for each slave seemed to be random, but complimentary to each slave's best attributes. Slaves with exceptionally full asses had them hoisted prominently into the air, some had decorative plugs inserted into one or both holes. Breasts were thrust out, legs were spread wide, and every slave with a cock was erect and ready. Oil had been rubbed into their skin during the preparation and the slaves' bodies gleamed invitingly in the soft light.
Just inside the entrance stood a plain table with hundreds of bottles of water, several standing racks for clothing, and a table filled with floggers, whips, ropes, ballgags, plugs, and several other kinds of penetrative devices and spanking implements. Along the walls of the room, black-suited attendants stood ready to assist with slave handling and repositioning.
It was a glorious display of sexuality, objectification, and ownership. Sasha and I stood motionless for a moment, watching as the crowd began to move among the displays. A bit late, the third and final announcement came:
"Playtime has begun. Guests are encouraged to visit and use a variety of slaves. Have fun!"
Suddenly I felt a light touch on my chin and my face was turned. I had only a moment to register the manic gleam in Sasha's eyes before she pulled me in, pressing her body against mine and thrusting her tongue in my mouth. "Catch up with me later," she whispered before turning and moving toward the crowd. In one fluid motion, she unzipped something and slipped out of her silky dress, handing it to a silent attendant with a flourish. She twirled once for me, in just her heels. I watched her now naked body melt into the erotic throng.
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