“I will, as always, try to please you Mistress.”
He can hear a few voices talking in the room. He hopes his Mistress and her guests find his appearance pleasing.
“Very well, go to the kitchen and fix the drinks; you will find a list of what drinks we want. You may remove the blindfold whenever you are not in this room but you must wear it with in the walls of the room, do you understand?”
He nods, “Yes Mistress, I shall go and fetch your drinks.” He once again makes his way across the room, pushing the door which he knows leads to the kitchen. As the door swings shut behind him, he pulls off the blindfold and blinks as he gets used to the lighting in the kitchen. He moves to the side where he sees a list neatly written in his Mistress' writing. He makes the drinks, humming happily to himself. The drinks made, he puts them on to the tray, pulls the blindfold back in place, and makes his way back to the living room. He pushes the door with his ass, glad that it’s a 2 way door.
“Over here.” He hears his Mistress' voice by the windows so he slowly makes his way over to her, carefully trying to remember the room.
“STOP!” She shouts, and he jumps a little and stops where he is. The drinks move a little on the tray from the sudden movement and he hears a gasp from the assembled guests. “I didn’t want you to walk into the table.” She tells him. He feels her take the tray from his hands.” Lay face down on the table,” she instructs. He reaches out and feels a large wooden table that’s about waist high and climbs on, lying face down and turning his head so it faces the room, shifting so he is as comfortable as he can be. He hears her tap a glass “Let the party start!”
He feels different objects being placed on his body. Some are ice cold others are warm. He realizes that it's plates of food being placed on to him. Looks like the party has a living table! He smiles.
People brush his skin as they reach to get the food, sometimes stuff is dropped on him and he feels fingertips plucking it from his naked skin. The CD player is playing classical pieces low in the background and the sounds of the group chatting are also low - he can’t quite catch what is being said. Sometimes he hears his Mistress’s laugh - she sounds happy, and he thinks possibly nervous, which scares him. What could his Mistress possibly have to be nervous about? Clink Clink goes the glass again.
“I hope you all enjoyed the food and have eaten all you can,” he hears his Mistress ask, and he hears several yeses from the guests. He then feels the plates being cleared form his body.
"You may rise,” his Mistress tells him, so he slowly eases himself from the table. “Here,” she commands from what sounds like the centre of the room. He moves across to her. Just before he reaches the centre of the room, he stubs his toe.“For fuck sake,” he mutters under his breath, hoping she’s not close enough to hear him. He knows how much she hates swearing.
He reaches out his hands to feel what he bumped into but before he touches it, a cane comes down over the back of his hand. “Ouch! One. Thank you, Mistress,” he says as she has taught him. “That is not to be touched by you. Well not by your hands anyway,” she tells him in a matter-of-fact way. “What stands here is a pillory, I am going to bind this sub here, and for our entertainment he is going to be struck. When you arrived, you each took two numbers from some bags. The red number is the order and the green is the implement. You may strike the sub up to 10 times each; I want some left for myself.” He realizes she is now addressing the room, and he hears some shuffling and some excited chatter.
She grabs his arms, hoisting him up, then places them into the pillory. She then forces his head down before lowering the top into place. He hears a click as he is firmly locked in.
“Ah, looks like you are first, and you picked the wooden spoon. You, boy, have no need to count until I take my turn, is that clear?” she ask him. “Yes, Mistress.”
He winces as the spoon lands a blow on his ass, the first person only gives him five, but he guesses he won’t be as lucky for all the guests. What worries him is that he is sure he heard some male voices. He has never been spanked by a guy before. His spanking goes on, as different items are used different amounts, different strength and speeds, His ass is so sore tears are streaming down his face.
“Ok I hope you have all had your turn and have enjoyed using this sub here to get your frustrations out on. Now it is my turn.” He feels a whip snake across his back. He gulps as the whip hisses through the air and lands crack square on his sore ass. “Two, thank you, Mistress.” He counts as she carries on whipping him all the way up to 20.
He feels her rub something into his back and ass. He sighs, feeling the soothing feeling on his stinging hot skin. The pillory is unlocked and he stands. He hears her click her fingers, he hears what he guesses is the pillory being moved out of the way.
“On your knees,” she commands. He drops to his knees. The blindfold is removed from his eyes and his Mistress appears in his view. She is in the most amazing gown. It is white, with purple highlights, and in her hand is a collar. “We have been together for a year sub, and today is the day that you stop being my sub and you become mine.” The room erupts into applause and he bursts into tears.
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