Preparations

The submissive stood up without any reaction. I stood up, still a little dazed from my orgasm, while my body was just beginning to stop being shaken by the orgasmic waves running through it.

Mistress looked at me.

• So what do you plan to do to make up for your failure?

I could barely speak.

• Anything you want, Mistress.

She smiled.

• You'll follow my butler first; he'll prepare you for tonight. You'll have the chance to make up for it.

She rang the bell and the butler arrived.

• Madam ?

• Prepare Teyla for tonight. She must be perfect for my little monthly party. She will be one of the highlights. You have your instructions. She gestured with her hand to dismiss us.

The butler put a leash on me and pulled me along. I saw the submissive bury her head under the mistress's skirt. She smiled appreciatively, licking her lips, tilting her head back, and closing her eyes with delight. I would have so much liked to be the source of the pleasure she was experiencing under her submissive's tongue, but the butler unceremoniously dragged me into the kitchen.

I was participating in various preparations in a large room, but what struck me was the sight of four naked and bound women, on whom we were arranging various dishes, both savory and sweet, before the festivities began. Others were strapped in to act as seats, tables, or other living furniture, wearing hoods that left only holes for them to breathe.

I was particularly moved to arrange sushi with chopsticks on a magnificent woman tied with ropes. I could feel her quivering and moaning, she was dripping wet from her situation; I almost envied her.