Naked Servitor

With that, he grabbed me by the bounds holding my arms, and casually lifted me up off the ground. I felt myself being set down on my feet, but I hardly had a moment to register what happened, I felt the palm of his hand shove me forward, and I almost landed right back down on the ground.

I managed to keep my balance, walking what I surmised must have been their kitchen/living room. I gasped, feeling how tight the ballgag was, only to stop in my tracks as his hand landed on my neck. "Who tied this? It's loose! We don't want it popping out now, now do we?" The young adults chided in, clearly excited at the whole thing. I submissively waited and was recorded by him uniting the ballag, which was a relief.

One that proved all too fleeting. Within moments, he pulled on the ties for the ballgag. Hard. I felt my mouth being pulled much wider than before, and I cried out in shock, feeling him tighten it down hard. While the result did not hurt, at least too badly, I quickly became aware that I could not get my jaw to budge one bit. I shot him a surprised look, and he only laughed back, before pushing me before him. "Don't worry, it won't harm you, and besides, you may as well get used to things opening your jaw.

I let out a sigh, but even it was distorted, and I was further surprised when he ran his hand through my hair. I stood there, naked, bound, and gagged, and all the while he casually moved his hand through my red locks. I successfully stood there, his left hand in my hair, his right cupping my breast. Even though he banged me before his son& friends, it somehow seems more invasive now.

After several seconds, he pulled at my hair, the surprise, rather than the **** involved, led my head to be yanked to one side. I moaned, which was also impacted by the ballgag. His son and friends walked casually by, several slapped my ass as they passed .... and his son ran his fingers along my breasts playfully, smiling as he walked past. Once they were by, his father whispered, "So long as you remain submissive to my son, you'll have no problem from me, but ... " he trailed off, pulling briefly hard on my head, roughly tilting my head over until it bumped my shoulder. "... then you're going to be in trouble, understood."

Surprised, and wide-eyed, feeling the pressure, I managed to weekly nod my head, and I felt him let go of my head, allowing my head to return upright. I gasped as he once more ran his hand through my hair and laughed softly to himself before pushing, remarkably gently, me forward. I quickly got the hint, walking before him and into the kitchen.

I found myself in the presence of his wife, who smiled back, looking me over several seconds, before declaring in an amused tone, "You're right on time .... you can help serve the food. Confused, I looked to her husband, who simply smiled, and then back at her. I felt myself being playfully shoved toward her, and found myself immediately having my arm's bindings redone; Before they were above my head, but she quickly undied them.

Once more, they did not remain that way for long, as my hand was placed just above my ass, my arms made to cross behind the small of my back. I looked to her husband, as I submitted to their whims. I gasped, feeling her tightly binding my wrists together behind the small of my back, and heard him chuckling as he watched.

Once she was done, she pulled at me, and I found myself being made to bend over at the waist. Much to my surprise, rather than another sexual encounter, but rather, I felt a large tray being placed on my back, and I had to spread my legs wide just to balance it. She laughed and slapped my thigh, leading me by a hand on my upper arm.

I managed to remain balanced, taking wide steps, as I was let out to the dining room. By now, their son and his friends were all waiting patiently, their smiles aimed my way as I entered. I found myself standing at the head of the table, and to my admonishment, felt his father start to cut the food upon me, my legs **** to spread even wider to remain balanced as he worked. I gasped, my back lowering even further as he worked, slicing something on the plate I was being made to hold.

I looked out, seeing all the expecting faces, and as I cried out, pleasure and discomfort rummaging through me like one were looking for a lost heirloom in the attic, they all laughed; clearly, they enjoyed the sight, Casually, he served his son and wife from the plate on my back and gave each a few slices of what appeared to be ham. With that, slowly led me to the next setting, and repeated the same procedure there, until I was let around the entire table. Once complete, he stabbed the ham, which did not hurt me but did rock me down temporally as the knife was so placed (in the food still left on the platter, which I was being made to hold).

He sat down then, leaving me to stand before them; Bound and gagged, my legs splayed wide to hold the plater of food, I literally had **** but to leave my nudity exposed to all. Time passed slowly, as I was left to watch them eat and listen to the conversation, even as people stared at me throughout the meal.

Once the main course was over, I was brought back to the kitchen, and finally, the ham tray was removed from my back, only to be replaced with a large dessert cake. I was made to carry this out, let casually and the same as the ham. Once more, I was used as a platform to cut and serve the cake .... and ice cream, it turned out, the weight left for me to bear.

It took a while, and I occasionally gasped at the pressure placed upon me, which they always seemed to find amusing. Once dessert was completed, the tray was taken away, but still, I was put to work ... this time, to hold the dirty plates. I felt the weight slowly increase, my back bending further and further, and once more I gasped in discomfort, if not pain, as the wait became difficult to bear.

Not that anyone seemed to care, running their hand through my hair as they left, sometimes giving me a poke in the side, cupping a feal on either of my breasts, twisting a nipple, or pinching an ass cheek. I cried out several times as I felt their hands, but the only reply I got was laughter. Once they were gone, I was put to work hauling the dishes to the kitchen, and only once that was done was I released from their service.

I finally got to straighten up, and briefly, the ballgag was removed and I was allowed a bit to eat, fed from a plate by the pair, my arms still bound behind my back. This reprieve was exceedingly brief. Once I was done, the ballgag was placed back into my mouth, just as tight as before, if not somehow, more so. Once that was done, I was taken out of the kitchen, and soon found myself being taken back to his bedroom, where his son and friends chatted and laughed.

As I looked their way, I felt a bondage collar being cinched around my neck, and I submissively stood there, my nudity openly exposed to all. His father tested it, and once satisfied it was in place, he handed the collar's leash over to his son, to whom he declared, "See you in the morning lad. You know what I would do." " which caused his son, and all his friends, to burst out in boisterous laughter and amused comments.

I heard his father then turn and leave, leaving me naked, bound, and gagged ... not to mention on a leach, before them, leaving me to wonder what they may have yet planned.