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By C. A. Taylor
11 The Banquet
Selena led him into a large ballroom that was in the final stages of being turned into a banquet hall. Tables were scattered throughout the large space and the large pillars supporting the vaulted ceiling were decked with plants and water features. Evenly spaced around the area were five small daises, each surrounding a column. Slaves were busy setting up various equipment at four of them.
Large plasma screens were strategically placed around the room and a sound check was going on somewhere nearby. At the back of the room was an elevated stage with the head table already in place.
As Selena led William across the room, Master Ray approached. “Ah, Selena, here you are. And William. Good.”
Looking over his shoulder he spotted a waiter carrying a tray of water glasses. “Rory please set the tray down and come assist us.”
Rory immediately did so, and Ray led his small entourage to the empty dais directly across the room from the head table. The plain black platform snuggled close to the pillar, surrounding it. Potted plants around the perimeter softened the lines, but the pillar itself was starkly lit and without decoration. To one side were a small, square cushion, two sets of black leather restraints, and two black leather straps.
“Ah, here we are, William,” Master Ray said briskly, raising a hand toward the dais. “This will be your station for the evening. Please take your position with your back to the pillar.” William moved into place, an inkling of what was going on finally dawning.
“Selena, the cuffs, please,” the Master continued without a break. Selena picked up the leather cuffs and approached William, who extended his forearms without being told. She buckled the cuffs on his wrists, then knelt down to attach the ankle cuffs.
Once they were in place, Master Ray took over again. “Rory, be a good lad and run a strap over that hook at the back of the column, and attach William’s cuffs.” Rory went around the back of the pillar, and William raised his arms over his head, waiting.
In moments he felt Rory running the strap through the ring of first one cuff then the other. As the strap was tightened, William’s shoulders were once again drawn hard against a column, arms taut and pulled around the sides. The same process took place with his ankle restraints and William was again positioned as he had been for the Mistress’ photo session.
The Master looked him over, and, satisfied with his position, told William, “You will be displayed here throughout the banquet. You are not to speak to anyone except Mistress Grace, Selena, or myself, and then only when necessary. You should not be touched, but make sure you don’t react to any comments made to or about you.
“Selena will see to your needs and make sure your presentation is acceptable throughout the evening. Please notify her of any problems or discomfort you may experience.”
With that Master Ray bustled off, taking Rory with him.
Looking down at Selena, William asked, “What now?”
“Now we wait,” Selena answered. She placed the cushion at the front of the dais and to one side and then knelt, facing William, where she could keep an eye on him but not obstruct the guests’ view of him.
Huffing out a breath, William said brusquely, “You are a fount of information, aren’t you?”
“All right, William,” Selena replied tartly. “You want the gory details? Fine. You are going to be tied to this post for the next three or four hours. The spotlight is going to get hot, you will probably get a headache from the glare, and you will only get a ten-minute break from your position each hour. Your muscles will get stiff and ache, and you will lose all feeling in your hands and arms. And, oh, yeah, I almost forgot the best part. You will be kept hot and hard the whole time. That’s my job. The more I can make you squirm, the better I’m doing. Is there anything else you want to know?”
There was a pause, then, “I’m sorry, Selena,” William said quietly, looking her in the eyes. “I’m a little rattled and upset by all this. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I know you are just doing what you are told to do.”
Mollified, Selena gave him an impish grin. “Well, maybe, but I never said it was hardship duty.”
Coloring, William bantered, “Oh, geez, somehow I think making me squirm is not going to be a problem for you.”
Grinning wickedly, Selena stood and said, “Well, maybe we’d better find out. I’d hate to fail in my duties.” Her pale grey eyes gleaming, Selena walked up to William and pressed her naked body to his. Reaching a hand around his neck to hold him still, she captured his lips with hers. Then she kissed him blind.
When she finally released him, William was gasping for air and seeing stars. “Good grief, woman, don’t you ever need to breathe?” he panted.
“Mermaid,” she answered briefly. Then, laughing at his thunderstruck expression, she explained, “I worked as a mermaid at an amusement park when I was in college. Applicants had to be able to hold their breath for three minutes to qualify for the job. Anyway, I’ve always been told I have great,” she paused, “lungs.”
William groaned at the double entendre.
“Now,” she said sternly, “enough playing around. I love having a gorgeous man at my mercy, so let’s see what I can do to get you seriously hot and bothered.”
William’s groin pulsed and ached in answer to her threat.
And it was a threat. Selena began by stroking her hands up and down his body. From the sensitive exposed skin of his arms all the way down to his thighs. He couldn’t believe how vulnerable it made him feel. As she bent her head to nip his ear, he arched his head away from her, and she trailed her tongue down his throat. William swallowed a groan deep in his throat.
Leaning back, she cupped her large breasts in her hands. William’s breath exploded from his body as she rubbed her hard nipples back and forth against his own. His cock, already erect, swelled tightly in response and he clenched his fists.
When she slid one smooth leg up his thigh and pressed her moist heat to him, he closed his eyes in surrender and moaned. She pressed her body close as she rode his thigh, her soft breasts pillowed against his hard chest.
“Please, Selena,” he begged. “Have mercy.”
“No-o-o, I don’t think so,” she drawled thoughtfully. “You’ve never really been pushed to your limits, have you?” Whispering in his ear, she said, “The guests are starting to arrive. It’s almost show time for you, and I intend to make you squirm and writhe before I leave you displayed for them.
You will control yourself, William,” she said in warning. “I swear, if you embarrass yourself, and me, I’ll ask Master Ray to punish you personally. He has an extensive collection of canes I’m sure he’d be happy to show you,” she added.
So saying, she knelt down in front of him and cupped her breasts around his cock. Looking down, William’s circuits promptly blew. He had never seen anything so erotic in his life as when she straightened her legs and drew her breasts up until the head of his cock disappeared in her cleavage. She slowly lowered her hips to rest on her heels, exposing him, and then repeated the move.
Slowly, erotically, she slid up and down his engorged shaft, engulfing him again and again. Unconsciously, William tilted his hips to extend the contact, luxuriating in her warmth and softness. When she dipped her head and kissed him, he thought he would explode.
Panting and sweating, he closed his eyes. It took all his concentration to hold back. His balls were tight to the point of pain, and small tremors shook in his arms and legs as he tensed, willing himself not to come.
Looking up, Selena saw how close he was to the edge. Jaw and fists clenched, he dragged air into his chest like a man drowning. Cupping his balls, she could feel there was no slack in them at all. Smiling her satisfaction, she pulled back from him. Rising, her hand grazed his hip. He jerked as though she had burned him.
Stepping back, she resumed her position on the cushion. When William finally dared to open his eyes, he let out a breath of relief that she had ceased his torture—at least for now.
William took several deep, slow breaths as he tried to control himself. Seeking distraction, he looked around the hall and saw that four other pillars were also adorned with slaves in the same position. Three of the pillars had single occupants, all women. The fourth had a pair of slaves attached. They stood back to back, attached to the same pillar, with arms and legs intertwined. They were beautifully matched. She was tall, slender, and willowy, while he was half a head taller than her, with gleaming skin, and a strongly muscled physique. His coffee skin was two shades darker than hers, which was the rich color of maple syrup.
The pillar to his immediate right had a tiny redhead attached, with elfin features, and a wide mouth. William was surprised to see Richard attending her, apparently performing the same function for her that Selena performed for him. The contrast of Richard’s milk chocolate skin against the fair skin of the redhead was slightly shocking, and very erotic. William couldn’t help wondering if the earlier combination of his own pale skin against Richard’s much darker skin had been as striking.
Before he had a chance to examine the other pillars more closely, his attention was drawn to the central dais, where he saw Mistress Grace greet Master Ray and another man before taking her seat. Her glance slid over William, then turned back to Master Ray, continuing their conversation.
The evening was an endurance trial, both in the form of muscle fatigue, and boredom. That is, until William happened to glance at one of the large plasma screens arrayed around the room.
William felt the heat climbing to his cheeks as he saw photo after photo of himself displayed in a choreographed slide show appearing on all the monitors. So this was what Mistress Grace had done with the photos she had taken of him. There were easily thirty shots of him displayed one after another. William’s embarrassment was profound. At least until he saw that the next set of photos were of the elfin redhead. Somehow, having company made the embarrassment less acute.
As William watched, he realized that photomontages of each slave had been compiled and were cycling through their programming, accompanying the string quartet that provided background music for the diners. The novelty wore off with repetition, and after a while William ignored the slide show completely.
True to her word, Selena loosened his restraints for ten minutes every hour, allowing him to stretch slightly and ease his tired muscles. Then he was returned to his position, the restraints were tightened, and Selena again worked to make sure William was as aroused and hard as possible. Unfortunately for William, she was very talented at that job.
William reflected that his balls ached so much from her attentions that the muscle aches were very minor indeed, by comparison. He was also thankful that aside from some general milling around at the beginning, everyone was seated and enjoying the banquet, relegating him to some sort of hall decoration, rather than as a spectacle for an audience to stare at or make comments about.
Somehow William missed whatever passed for introductions of the novice slaves at the dais. He was far too wrapped up in his own discomforts to care, and far too worried about Mistress Grace’s earlier response to him. During one break, he asked Selena about it.
“Did Mistress Grace seem preoccupied when we were in her office earlier?” he asked.
“Not that I noticed,” Selena replied. “I don’t interact with her all that regularly, but she is usually very busy whenever she is here.”
“Does she visit here often?” William asked curiously.
Selena burst out laughing. “Visit? This is her home, William.”
“What?” William gaped.
“Keep your voice down,” Selena cautioned. “You really don’t know much about your Mistress, do you?” she asked.
“I guess not,” William responded slowly. “She never talks about herself, and she doesn’t encourage questions,” he added. William lapsed into silence, thinking about the new information he had just received. He remained preoccupied throughout the remainder of the evening, until Mistress Grace came over to his small stage.
“Ah, Selena. Thank you for taking care of William. He looked wonderful.”
“How are you feeling?” she asked, turning to William.
He hesitated, eyes on the ground.
Grace noticed, and stepped up onto the platform. Placing her hand under his chin, she said quietly, “Look at me, William. Tell me how you feel.”
Reluctantly, he looked up, pain and misery clearly visible in his expressive eyes. Summoning a lopsided grin, he said wryly, “I feel tired and horny.”
Knowing there was more to it than that, Grace replied, “I’m sure you do. There has been a lot to take in today, and you’ve been on display for almost four hours.” Gently running her hand over his erection, she saw William flinch at the additional stimulation.
“Selena, it looks like you may have been overly efficient at keeping William’s attention. Please give the boy a blowjob before I release him so he isn’t walking bowlegged for the rest of the evening.” She smiled at Selena to take the sting out of the words, and stepped back to give her room to work.
Selena knelt before William and looked up at him with a glint in her eye. William wondered briefly if she hadn’t known this would be the outcome of her zealous attention to duty, but he lost that train of thought as she reached up with her tongue to lave his engorged shaft. Sighing, he closed his eyes as her mouth settled over the head of his cock and began to work the magic leading to his release.
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