The gauze hid the details of the garden party; it was unusual, but not unique. Other hotel guests thought they could see a red-haired woman laying on a table; some lingered, trying to make out the details hidden in the cloth. Some stayed even longer, when the cries started.
The group gathered at the table, Mandy a creamy centerpiece with her red hair spread about. Mandy studied the other six at the party. The tattooed man from two days prior was seated at her elbow, black tux and bow tie hiding the artwork from prying eyes. Mandy recalled his taste on her tongue. Next to him was a woman slightly smaller than Rebekka, in formal kimonos. Her black hair was piled high on her head, held in place with a pair of sticks. Her skin was nearly translucent; lips painted a shocking red against the fairness of her skin. Eyes downward, she settled at the table.
Eddie, the bar owner, sat uncomfortably. His suit was tailored English wool; it didn’t matter. He looked like he wanted to tear his tie off. He was obviously there at the behest of the slender woman sitting at his side. She was nearly as tall as William, spare, with hair going to silver grey. Her dress was worn elegantly, easily. She looked like a society matron, except for the wicked gleam in her eyes as she looked at William.
The final pair were at the foot of the table, dressed in matching colors. They could have been twins; one male and one female. Blonde hair tumbling to shoulders, metallic blue shirts matching their eyes. A black skirt for her; slacks for him. If they were twenty-one, Mandy thought, I’m a nun.
Sandra sat at the head of the table, surprising everyone but William, it seemed. He swirled brandy in a snifter and smiled at the look on the matron’s face, then tipped it back and inhaled the alcohol. Her discomfort seemed to please him. He took the place at Sandra’s right, Beth beside him. Jerome took his place at Sandra’s left hand; Rebekka smiled as she settled her bottom and patted the seat beside her, motioning to the matron.
Mandy realized that other games were afoot tonight, pictured the bonds in her mind, grateful that she had only one task. Stay right here. Piece of cake. Her body tensed, the anticipation rising.
Sandra stood, raising her wineglass. “I salute your presence, my friends. I bid you welcome to my gathering.”
William let loose with a “Cheers!” Beth giggled and sipped at her drink. Rebekka was squirming with private amusement; Jerome grinned. The woman’s frown deepened; Eddie seemed to relax in contrast. The others raised glasses.
Most of the table looked expectantly at William. Jerome rose instead, holding his glass of Scotch aloft. “May your table be ever bountiful, gracious hostess.” He bowed low.
The wait staff brought out baskets of hard rolls, slid a tray under Mandy’s midsection, then dusted her stomach with spices and poured olive oil from her navel to her ribs. She squirmed some, the mental picture of cuffs the only thing keeping her from jumping out of her skin and running. Bread was torn, conversations began haltingly. Beth could not make out what was said. Her mind traced each trail of bread across her tummy.
Soup came next, with soft breadsticks. The blonde youth at the foot of the table took a warm stick from where they rested betwixt her thighs, pulling it along. It ruffled her trimmed patch, then slid along her sex, nudging the ring in her clit hood. She shuddered violently, leaking onto the tray under her bottom. He twisted the tip of the bread against her opening, sopping up her essence. He offered the stick to the woman across from him. She licked the underside, sucking it into her mouth like a cock.
Others laughed at the blatant foreplay; Sandra smiled at Mandy’s control.
A chef wheeled a cart with roast beef and pork to the table, whetting his carving knife. Each thin slice was moved onto Mandy’s body, a row from her breast to her hip. It was excruciatingly arousing. Mandy shuddered as small climaxes flowed from her warmed skin to her sex. She wanted to touch herself, nearly did, then the vision of the missing bonds pulled her arms back up.
“She nearly came out of control, young lady.” The matron’s voice, cutting across the good humor.
“She nearly did, but did not,” Sandra was trying to sound assured, nearly making it. “She will please me.”
Rebekka snorted alongside. “Mother, do hush.” She rounded on the woman, red flushing her cheeks. “That was unaccountably rude. We all saw; the slave did not fail.”
Slave. Wow. Mandy shifted, realizing that was her place. Another shudder came. I want to please Sandra, please my mistress. She glanced at William. His eyes approved. She steadied down, holding his eyes, anchored by the force of his gaze. Someone poked her with a fork; it didn’t matter. Fingers traced her sex, using her essence to flavor their food. William ate sparingly, never removing his eyes from hers. Mandy’s eyes closed now and again as orgasms rose and fell. Whenever she opened them he was still there.
Dessert was served, puffs of chocolate and vanilla cream placed on her overheated skin. William turned away, nodding to Sandra. Sandra reached out, touching Mandy’s wrists. “You may move your limbs freely, slave. You may not touch where you are pierced. You may not rise. You may touch and thrash to your hearts content, as it will please me.” Mouths descended on her, taking the cream from her body.
The orgasm spread from the touches on her body; she screamed out, incoherent, proclaiming her devotion to her mistress. William laughed then, something triumphant in his tone.
When Mandy came down, the group had moved away from her. A last dollop of cream sat above her dripping sex. Sandra had come around the table, slithering up in a shimmer of silver. “My dessert, taken freely of mine own will.” Mandy saw William lay a hand on the shoulder the matron (his sister?). She looked at him, he firmly shook his head. She stopped to watch.
Sandra’s mouth descended. Mandy started coming before the lips touched her flesh. The dollop of cream slid down, hanging on the golden ring for a moment. Sandra’s questing tongue caught it there, then slid underneath. Another scream of pleasure, thrashing. Mandy’s eyes caught Beth’s; the secret smile underneath let Mandy reach another level of pleasure.
It ended too soon, Sandra rising to stand at the foot of the table, her face smeared with Mandy’s juices. Unsteady legs held her upright; she raised a trembling glass in salute. “I thank you all for your attendance, fare well and fare happily.”
Jerome raised his glass in response, “Fair lady, our thanks for sharing your bounty with us this evening. Until we are blessed by your presence again, farewell.” He gave his courtly bow, bending low. Staff came in, cleaning up tables. The couples moved to the exit one pair at a time.
Eddie took his lady’s arm firmly, despite her struggles, and walked her to the entry. William gave her a kiss, not at all like a brother. She was holding a retort back, the protocol of the event not allowing any more talk. As Eddie moved her through the fold in the gauze William’s hand shot out. His hand landed on her bottom with a sound like a gunshot. She squeaked and jumped; outraged and aroused at the same time. William’s other hand closed the draping gauze as her mouth opened, cutting off all conversation.
Jerome waited, holding Rebekka on his lap silently. He looked at William, who moved his hand to his chest, then held up a single finger. William took Beth’s arm and escorted her to the edge of the world, this world. He lifted the gauze and took her out into the other world, when they crossed over she began to giggle and blush, clinging to his arm. Then the curtain fell and they were gone for the night, beyond the veil of this world.
Jerome picked Rebekka up, carrying her in his arms. He gave another bow, then walked to the curtain. They left the world softly, moving away. Mandy was still on the table, flushed and weak from her ordeal. She heard a rustle of cloth, then felt her lover’s naked body against her own. “I love you, firebutt. Wanna go make out in the hotel room?”
Mandy crushed her in a fierce hug, trying to meld their bodies together. Tears flowed down her face, sobs wracking her body. Sandra held her through the struggles, kissing away the tears as they fell. Sandra helped Mandy off the table, the two walking hand in hand, naked, to the veil of the world. They strode through together, moving to the elevator. A few sets of eyes watched, having waited, and were not disappointed in what they saw.
The glass elevator climbed towards the penthouse, carrying the two away from prying eyes. They didn’t notice anyone else; the world was their own.
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