Service

After welcoming the visitors, the butler took me back to the pantry where he undressed me down to the waist, made me wear heels so high I wondered how I could walk without falling, added ankle bracelets connected by a chain, then installed a cold metal belt that made me shudder, to which he attached my wrists, but more importantly, a tray.

I watched with horror as he unfurled two small chains connected to nipple clamps from it, which he put on roughly. I screamed as the clamps gripped my nipples so tightly.

• No, no, it hurts so much, please, no, I can't.
• Shut up, he slapped me and put a ball gag on me.

At that moment, he placed glasses of champagne on the tray, which made it heavier, and I moaned.

• If you drop the cups, it'll be bad for you. Stop making that face, prove that you're worthy of a mistress. Go serve now, you'll go to the bar to bring the cups that will be given to you.

Each step inflicted incredible torment on my poor breasts, and yet being like this excited me like rarely before. I felt my innermost being lubricated. I moved forward between the people who were amusedly serving themselves, but some pulled on the chains, further amplifying my torment.

The room was a summary of almost every practice of submission, BDSM, and bondage. Cries of desire and pain intermingled, laughter, the sound of champagne glasses clinking, the sound of whips. I had never thought it could exist to this extent.

Finally, I reached Mistress, who was amused to see me so equipped, with my breasts so cruelly mistreated. She took the last glass of champagne and signaled to her submissive to release me from the tray. I shed a tear of relief and a moan.

Mistress stepped forward and fell silent.

• My friends, I present to you Teyla, my vice doll for the day.

She signaled me to come forward.

• She failed her test. What do you suggest as punishment?

With one voice, the guests shouted, "Wheel of pain! Wheel of pain!"