Obey and strip.

You are too scared about the potential consequences to resist at this point - just as almost everybody else around you. The young woman, who continues to protest, is finally asked if the is determined to break the contract she signed. After she loudly insists on "no longer wanting to be part of this stupid game", she is led out of the room. Maybe you should have done that as well...?

But it's too late now. The servants start placing blindfolds on your head - followed by earplugs a leather hood that plunges you into complete darkness. You are helpless. Even the sounds around you seem muffled and subdued, although you are sure to catch a few shouts of protest and embarrassed cries.

You feel a leather harness being buckled around your body. Your arms are bend backwards by unseen but obviously practiced hands, and locked and secured behind your back. Little locks and chains are tingling and rattling, as your upper arms are somehow secured to the leather belts around your chest. You wonder what you've gotten yourself into...

Then you feel belts strapped around your hip, but if they represent pants, they neither cover your buttocks nor your crotch. "Please open your mouth, Sir," a voice commands, and fingers press into your cheeks to underline the order. There's no real choice here, so you open your lips and feel a ball gag pushed between your teeth. At the same moment, a hand starts lubricating your anus. You flinch and shout in protest, but you are easily held in place by the unseen people around you, and the gag prevents any meaningful conversation anyway.

You feel something being slowly shoved into your anus and then somehow locked in place, probably tightened to the leather contraption around your hip. You instinctively try to push it out, but it doesn't move. It does start to softly vibrate though, and you are very aware that the tip is pressed against your prostate.

Something is placed around the shaft of your cock, a ring or a sheeth - you can't really figure out what, blindfolded as you are. Your cock starts to rise and grow hard though. More little attachments follow to you legs, your arms, your head, but you can't make any sense of it. It could be accessories that make you look like a servant or look like a dog. The only thing that's clear: You are being dressed up as "something".

Your cock throbs.

You are sure it's protruding quite impressively, but there's not enough stimulation for you to climax. You can only tighten your muscles and twitch uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a voice rings in your ear, clear and crips. What you thought were earplugs must have been little earphones instead: "Servants. Welcome to your shift. You are now being led into the great hall and will serve there as amusement and entertainment for the other guests. Guests will be able to buy one-on-one time with you and will be thus able to access this frequency of your earphone to give you orders. Guests will also be able to buy access to the various vibrating devices attached to your body. They are not allowed to free you from any of your restraints. You will have realized by now that your movement is very limited and that you are quite helpless, so I suggest that you don't try to resist as this would be rather pointless. I can also assure you that guests are not allowed to harm you in any permanent way. As I mentioned, our staff will escort you into the great hall now, so follow their lead."

You feel hands touching your arms and your shoulders, guiding you. There's no other choice than to being led. The voice in your ear has gone silent and is being replaced by soft, whispered moaning. The buttplug continues to vibrate softly inside you.

For the rest of the evening, you are being used as an ornament and entertainment device. You have very limited understanding of what is happening around you but can only guess that you are being presented and paraded among a group of other people, men and women restrained just like you. People seem to play games with you, teasing you, denying you or placing bets on who they can **** to orgasm. People you never see buy "private moments" with you, using your cock for their private pleasure, spanking you, fucking you or order you around for silly tasks.

Several hours later, you are totally spent. You have lost track of how often you were **** to cum. You don't know who saw you, commented on you, played with you.

You just have the nagging feeling that your career is dead and buried.