I was listening carefully to what Sir was saying to me. In fact, I was listening so carefully that I missed it when he asked me if I was willing to do what he is asking. I look carefully into his eyes and, seeing the love in them agree to what he is asking.
"This will not be easy, slave. Are you certain it is what you want?"
"I'm certain, Sir."
"Then I guess I should call our friends and tell them that they have the centerpiece for their New Year's Eve party."
New Year's Eve is suddenly upon us and Sir is helping me to choose what I will wear to go to Mistress and Master's party. We are standing together in the Dungeon, looking over the various leather cuffs and collars in our collection. Sir knows that the simple act of wearing my own leather will help put my mind at ease. He finally chooses a supple and soft set of cuffs for my wrists and ankles and a narrow but strong collar with a matching leash. Over these, he puts only a long red velvet cape. He helps me slip my feet into a pair of black pumps, then kisses me softly.
"Whether you can see me or not, I will always see you," he says and leads me up the stairs.
We get into our vehicle, which has been warming in the garage, and head for Mistress and Master's house. I am nervous, but not so much so that I am not aroused. My heart is pounding and my mind is racing.
We arrive at Mistress and Master's house and Sir pulls the van into the garage. We are early, as was previously arranged, so no one else has arrived as of yet. Sir, with his hand firmly holding my elbow, leads me into the house through the kitchen door that opens into the garage. Mistress and Master are both directing many people dressed in black around the kitchen and it takes them a moment to notice us.
"Sir! How wonderful that you have come and brought us such a beautiful gift," Mistress exclaims when she notices us. "Bring her into the dinning room, we're ready for her now and everyone will be arriving soon."
Sir and I follow Mistress through the bustling kitchen to a large, formal dinning room. Several of the black-clad servants help Mistress and Sir pull the chairs for the dinning room table back to the wall. The table itself is a beautiful formal dinning table of dark wood, polished to a high glossy sheen.
Master is suddenly behind me, leaning to whisper into my ear. "You are beautiful and our guests will love you."
Excitement rolls through my body and my arousal levels rise in accordance. Master reaches around me and unclasps my cloak. He then folds the edges back from my body and removes it from my shoulders. My eyes immediately find the floor when I realize that the servants are still in the room and I am now naked but for my restraints.
"Come here, slave," Mistress beckons to me. I immediately cross to her.
"Help me, please, Sir. We need to get her onto the table."
Sir helps me sit on the edge of the table, then lifts my legs while Mistress lowers my head so that I am lying along the length of the table.
"Master, be a dear and bring me the pillows from the den sofa," Mistress calls to her husband.
When he returns with the requested pillows, Mistress places one under my head and neck and the other in the hollow between my buttocks and my back. She then fusses busily over me, moving my body from one side to the other, centering me on the table. When she has placed my body where she wants it, I hear the muted clink of chain and the loud click of that chain being clasped to my right ankle.
I glance down across my body and see Mistress bend and lift another chain from the underside of the table and clasp it to my left ankle. The process is then repeated for both of my wrists. When all four of my extremities have been secured to the chains, Mistress calls to one of the servants and I see him drop to his knees and assume that he has crawled under the table. My suspicions are confirmed when I hear the clicking of chain and my bonds are tightened from under the table. In the end, I am bound tightly spread-eagled across the dinning table.
Sir caresses my forehead and steps back as the servants begin to decorate the table around my body with flowers and fruit and other beautiful items. When they finish, I am at the center of a display of exotic flowers and tropical fruits; a whole new way to create a centerpiece that is both beautiful and edible. I wonder to myself what Martha Stewart might think of me and smile softly.
Mistress comes into my line of sight and shows me a few things she has brought to the table. The first is nothing more diabolical than some rouge to take away some of my nervous pallor. Mistress lightly brushes the cosmetic color over my body, paying extra attention to my nipples, teasing them softly with the brush and smiling when my body reacts. My nipples tighten and my back arches. It is then that Mistress shows me what else she has brought.
She grasps my right nipple and quickly places a small rubber washer around it, effectively trapping it in its erect state without cutting off the circulation. This process is repeated with my left nipple and the effect when she is finished is even more impressive than my own natural erect state. My nipples stand straight and tall and are extremely sensitive without being painful. Mistress touches them each again, satisfied with my reaction when I suck in a quick breath.
Mistress then leaves my line of sight and I am left guessing what might be next in her bag of tricks. I feel her hand between my legs and my body jumps. Her fingers toy with my clit and my arousal levels rise again.
"She is so beautiful, Sir. Our guests are going to love her," Mistress says.
"We'll leave her here while the servants set the table. The other guests should be here any minute."
I hear their voices fading, then hear the noises of the servants coming into the room and setting the table with formal china and full place settings. I wonder where Mistress and Master might have found a table large enough for what was currently being placed on it. In addition to my body and the various decorations around it, each place setting included all the formal plates, silverware, and crystal one might expect at a royal dinner.
My eyes close and I rest, listening to the sounds of the house around me. A servant occasionally brushes a hand over my belly or breasts, keeping me aroused, but otherwise, no one touches me.
I must have dozed off because the next thing I know is that people are coming into the dinning room and sitting down around the table. I hear several exclamations over the beauty of the centerpiece and my body flushes with pleasure. It is only a few moments before there are hands on my body, teasing my nipples to even higher attention and brushing over my pubis and lightly teasing in the opening of my pussy.
"Where are your manners everyone?" I hear Mistress ask. "We cannot offend the cook by having desert before we eat his wonderful meal."
Having said that, Mistress motions for the guests to sit and enjoy their meal. As the meal continues, hands brush my body at odd intervals. I am off balance and shocked by each contact, never knowing when the next one will come or where on my body it will be. Someone spills a few drops of cold water on my belly; someone else brushes their warm hands over the soles of my feet, then places an ice cube between my first and second toes. The sensation makes me jump which earns me a smart slap across my right breast from Master and a matching on across my left breast from Mistress.
