Menu set and presented to Kimmie

Two days later, Mark handed me a copy of his menu. It was presented on a quality card, embossed and finished with gold filigree. I looked at it, a little amazed at the quality. “You got this printed professionally?”

Mark nodded, “I told them it was for a **** mystery party.”

I read the menu slowly, multiple times.

You have been invited to feast upon Kimberly Anne.

Formal attire 7 pm this Saturday.

First course

6:00-6:40

Canapés eaten from atop Kimmie’s naked body

7:00 – 8:00

Taking pleasure from your dinner.

8:30 – 10:00

Feasting upon your host.

Caviar with lemon

Fresh tartare Kimberly with egg and hot cheese sauce

Hot pot breast with vegetables

Seared thigh fillet with garlic sauce and fresh chillies

Sides will include roast potatoes, blanched greens and char-grilled chillies.

11:00 – 12:00

Tiramisu and full usage of the offal

I couldn’t help but moan, “Offal?”

Mark smiled, “Yes, when they are done feasting on you, they will be allowed to use what is left.”

“This is all mock, though, right? I mean, I have to check?” I said.

Mark smiled, “You can trust me,” he told her.

“Ok,” I said, feeling strangely aroused, “and have you invited people yet?”

Mark nodded, “Yep, six, three women, three men,” he said, “I thought I would keep this small.”

“I’m going to be ravaged and lusted upon, both sexually and for the sake of food by seven people, and you call that small?” I asked.

He nodded, “I had twenty-two expressions of interest. And I also have wines to match. Oh, and I told them they could use sharp implements, but that this is still vore PLAY, so to be careful. But I didn’t think you would mind a little poking.”

I moaned again, “You are terrible,” I said.

Mark smiled, “I do have one more thing to ask you, but I haven’t told anyone else yet, and you don’t need to answer yet.”

I felt an electric thrill run through me, “What’s that?”

“Someone asked about how I would make sure it seemed genuine, that the smell of cooking flesh is a unique experience,” he said.

I shuddered, “What did you say?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

He smiled, “They are wondering if you would be willing to be seared,” he said. “If you would be willing to be grilled, lightly, just for the smell.”

I shuddered, “Wouldn’t that hurt a lot?”

He nodded, “Yes, it would hurt a lot, and we wouldn’t be able to have another vore party for a while,” he told me.

I couldn’t help but shudder, “And if we wanted to have another party?”

He kissed me softly, “We will only ever go as far as you want to go.”

“And how far do you want to go?” I asked him.

He kissed me again, “Only as far as you desire.”

I couldn’t help but wonder, how far did I desire to go?