The two couples who shared your lift earlier

It occurs to you that tables might be assigned according to room number, because the masters who take their seats opposite you are apparently staying on your floor. They remember Diana (she is quite memorable) and greet her warmly, their slaves crawling after them, eyes respectfully downcast. Introductions are made and it turns out the man with the younger submissive is going by Master Dragon and the other Mister Kay (or Mr. K., you can't tell), their women Carla and The White Heifer, respectively.

You end up kneeling next to Carla, with Mister Kay next to Fuckholes. Both the subs are visible under the table and it looks like they've taken some serious beatings today, although they smile back at you in a way that makes you think they're both enjoying their stay almost as much as the men. The owners sitting comfortably start to discuss the various playrooms available, while skimming the menu at the same time. Your mistress is able to add to the conversation, which reminds you that she spent the afternoon exploring without you. She particularly liked the tickle dungeon.

The masters both order the lamb and the same for The White Heifer, whilst Carla has to make do with a nutritious chew, whatever that is, so clearly slaves are allowed to eat real food, if their owners agree. Also, you can see that at other tables, some submissives are sitting in chairs, but you four kneel patiently, listening to the conversation going on above you.

Very soon, a spotlight shines on the stage and a member of staff announces that the cabaret is about to begin. An expectant hush settles on the room as a procession of (often scantily clad) hotel employees marches out to entertain the diners. You can't see terribly well from where you are, but it's clear that a lot of the people working at the resort are total spankos and more than happy to display their proclivities to an appreciative audience.

The first skit is a rude customer, played by one of the hotel beauticians, arriving at reception and making life hell for the concierge, played by the actual (rather sexy) concierge who was there when you checked in. The customer delights in getting her punished repeatedly by colleagues and then taking the paddle herself for a flurry of ruthless swats that leave her howling in agony, before the tables are turned and the "husband" arrives, furious with his wife for making a scene, strips her naked and invites the concierge and her colleagues to strap her from head to toe.

The waitress brings the meals whilst the scenery is being set up for a sketch involving galley slaves. The plates on the table are served first, then she comes back with the bowls for the slaves. They don't come with cutlery and you stare at your dish of grey lumpy goo for a moment, unsure how to start, but Fuckholes just leans in with her mouth and you think it best to copy her.

The vegan **** porridge is vile, as you're sure it's meant to be. There's no real taste, but it sticks to the roof of your mouth unpleasantly and you have to **** yourself to swallow. Carla's nutritious chew turns out to be a block of processed vegetable protein in the form of a dog bone, which she gnaws happily, glancing over to you in sympathy at your messier and less palatable meal. The White Heifer has the nicest repast by far, but eating it without utensils is not easy, especially since she refuses to use her hands, keeping them behind her back while she demolishes the shank with her teeth.

You wonder how the submissive with the glued up mouth is coping. She might be able to go without food until the skin of her lips peels off, but she must need to drink. It's probably best not to think about how her master might get water into her stomach without going through her mouth whilst you're eating and fortunately a distraction comes along almost immediately.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Diana says, startling you, "you must be bursting. Kneel up, Jenna."

You do and she picks up your bowl, holding it in front of your thighs with one hand and swiftly pulling the plug out of your catheter with the other. The masters both strain to see what she's doing and laugh as a stream of pee shoots into your meal. It feels strange not to be able to control your own bladder, but as soon as you're empty, she returns the plug and puts the dish back on the floor. You moan when the plug goes back in, the stimulation relentlessly increasing the pressure in your sealed sex. As you go back to eating, Fuckholes takes it upon herself to piss in her own dish, which might not be the worst idea, because it doesn't actually taste much worse and the extra liquid is making it easier to swallow.

You don't catch much of the cabaret with your face in a bowl of porridge (something to do with blow jobs, you think), but then your mistress nudges you with her foot and you look up to see her holding a sliver of her food between her fingers, under the table. Gratefully, you take it from her with your mouth, licking her fingers clean. You have no idea how good it actually is, but compared with the porridge, it's one of the best things you've ever tasted. Unfortunately, it's only one morsel and then you have to return to your own meal, aware of Fuckholes staring jealously at you while you eat. You don't need to be told you have to finish the whole bowl, or else.

Master Dragon is the first to finish and he turns his chair to the side so he can watch the show. A minute later, he grabs his **** by the hair and pulls her face into his lap for a blow job, delaying her meal until after he climaxes. She still manages to finish before the rest of you slaves, though.

It's with a sense of achievement that you lick the last remnants of the disgusting slop from your dish and kneel back with relief. On stage, a man, naked from the waist down, is sobbing as a woman wearing knee high black leather boots crushes one testicle beneath her stiletto heal. With a start, you recognize the woman as the glue artist who sealed up your sex. Maybe you shouldn't be watching, since it can only increase your arousal and with it the pressure of the juices trapped inside your vagina, but you can't look away.

Suddenly, two men in suits come up behind the busty blonde and haul her off her victim. She pretends to fight, but they hold her firmly and tie her hands behind her back. An older blonde woman in a sexy nun costume walks up, grabs the front of her blouse and rips it off, exposing a pair of large, round, naked breasts. The glue artist shrieks in feigned offence, although this is obviously all part of the act, since her blouse must have been altered to fail at the seams.

A man in a monk outfit (not a particularly sexy monk) arrives with a rope harness, which is quickly fastened around the younger blonde's breasts and tightened until they start to turn purple. The glue artist whimpers, then cries out and finally screams in pain, but the men continue to tighten the rope until they reach the limit. Then, a hook is attached to the centre of the harness and the young woman is lifted into the air by her breasts. Her roar of agony hurts your ears.

The nun shoves an inflatable beach ball beneath her feet and she strains to take some of the weight off her tortured chest, but it's nearly impossible for her to keep her balance. The monk takes a thick rattan cane and gives her five hard strokes, two to the left breast and three to the right. It turns out she can scream louder still.

The nun prances back onto the stage with a red leather collar in her hands. She holds it up to the captive, who shakes her head emphatically. The nun gives an exaggerated shrug and prances off. The monk delivers another five swingeing strokes, evening up the number on each side. The nun returns and offers the collar again and is rejected for a second time, but rather less forcefully than the first.

The monk gives ten more strokes and the glue artist starts to pull away, straining her abused chest even more. She breaks down half way through, first shouting that she'll wear the collar and then begging to do so. By now, her breasts look a mess, misshapen and covered in livid weals and black bruises. The nun buckles the collar around the sobbing girl's neck and the monk takes the microphone to announce that the glue artist will be collared for twenty four hours, so guests should make the most of the rare opportunity to use her for their pleasure. Then he takes the cane and starts to apply more vicious blows.

"No, please, no more, I agreed to wear it! Please," the young blonde begs, but receives no mercy.

The waitress returns to take sweet orders, distracting you from what's happening on stage. The men order only coffee, but your mistress asks for a sticky toffee pudding. This is unusual and you're sure she'll be in the gym tomorrow working it off, holiday or no holiday.

There's a thump from the stage as the glue artist is dropped to the floor and she crawls off, wailing in anguish, breasts still bound. While the props on stage are changed, you look over your fellow slaves and realize The White Heifer's huge breasts bear ligature marks that show they've been tied almost as severely. Carla notices your gaze and winks at you. Her boobs and Fuckholes' are a lot bigger than yours, but not enormous. You've never been happier to be less well endowed.

The waitress brings the coffees and pudding and after a single spoonful, Diana decides to share.

"Come here, Jenna," she orders, then tuts when she sees your face. "Oh, you mucky pup."

You managed to eat without making much of a mess, but you can feel a few specks of porridge on your cheeks and nose. Fuckholes is much the same and The White Heifer has gravy everywhere. Carla looks fine, though. Diana takes her napkin and smears the remains of the porridge all over your face, giggling at the reproachful look you give her. She does feed you a mouthful of pudding without getting any on you, though, so that's a positive.

She does the same for Fuckholes (napkin and pudding), then alternates between the three of you until the dish is finished. Carla looks on impassively, but The White Heifer's mouth is watering and you're sure she's jealous.

On stage, the last skit of the cabaret has a pretty blonde in a rubber fetish version of a school uniform being eaten out by a black brunette in lingerie. Two thirty-somethings dressed as schoolboys are wanking while they watch and two older staff members are performing as a schoolmaster and schoolmistress. The man is paddling the black girl's bum and thighs, whilst the woman flicks a crook handled cane over the buttocks of the two boys. She's not hitting very hard, until one of them cums, then she steps in front and gives his dick a vicious thwack that has him howling in agony. The diners roar with laughter.

The blonde is the next to climax. She immediately pulls her top up to expose her buxom chest and then sits in front of the adult schoolboy who didn't cum, facing away from him. She leans back and starts sucking his balls while the schoolmistress canes her boobs, a lot harder than she was hitting the boys' bums. Meanwhile, the schoolmaster sits on the chair the white girl vacated and the young brunette mounts him and starts fucking.

The sounds of sex on the stage mingle with the voices of diners coming to the ends of their meals. The cabaret has been scripted to not outstay its welcome and the performers expertly time (or fake) their climaxes just as the waiters finish clearing the tables. A round of applause follows, with which you join in. Although you didn't see everything, the staff definitely put a lot of effort into making the show as exciting and professional as possible and they deserve your support.

While the exhausted (and in many cases well spanked) hotel employees take their bows, the diners start to leave. Diana, Master Dragon and Mister Kay say their goodbyes and you and the other slaves just exchange nods. Carla and The White Heifer crawl after their owners, but you and Fuckholes are allowed to stand. As your mistress leads you out of the hall, you reflect that although the porridge was pretty horrible, overall you've really enjoyed dinner.