The next course was the main meat dish. Servings of juicy steak were delivered to the guests, and met of them seemed to switch to red wine. I started to hear little snapping sounds though the chatter, and I realise that as the waitresses bet over, the guests were reaching under their skirts to pull at the strings of the things between their buttocks, letting them ping back. The women’s faces remained impassive while this was going on, and Pet’s treatment earlier had showed what would happen if they reacted. The single male waiter wasn’t left out either. I noticed that a couple of the women reached under his shirt, and I heard metal of his cage tickle as they flicked their hands against it, laughing.
The Master and Mistress sat at either end, joining in with the guests immediately next to them, and watching over the table. I realised that Louise, although having been introduced with such a grand entrance, and setting in place of honour, was being largely ignored, sitting in silence eating her meal. I remembered Pet’s earlier words of caution about the Master, and wondered if Louise’s night might turn out differently to what she had thought.
Just at that moment, one of the women sitting near the middle of the long table rose and walked up to the Master. Bending to whisper in his ear, her hand reached out and stroked Pet’s hair, before slipping down to cup her breast through the slim gown. I watched as she continued to talk quietly to him, sliding her hand inside the top of Louise’s dress, to fondle her breast underneath. The master nodded to her and she stood up, unwrapping the long gold chain from the back of the chair. As she slid her hand out of the top of her dress, Louise’s nipple hardened, making an obvious point against the thin fabric.
Tugging her behind her, the women led Louise back to her own place, her companion rising to sit at the empty char at the top. As she sat down, she wrapped the chain around the empty chair beside her and pulled Louise down into it. The rest of the guests ignored them as the woman took Louise’s head in her hands and kissed her hard on the licks, her tongue flickering as it forced itself into the her mouth. I saw Louise reach her own hands up to the woman and pull her close, as their tongues entwined. A few of the guests gave a little cheer, clapping as the man o the other side of Louise took his turn, pulling her away by the hair, and diving in with his tongue, mashing his face against her. Louise didn’t seem quite so keen this time and I saw her lift her hand to start to push away at the man before realising her mistake and lowering it again. Pushing her away, the man gave a whoop of delight, before returning his attention to the steak in front of him. Louise was ignored again, and just sat staring down at the table in front of her. She seemed to have lost her appetite, and of course the plate in front of her was no longer her own, so the prospect of eating someone else’s food probably didn’t interest her. I wished he could have been in my place earlier, having been forced to eat a breakfast and then afternoon tea that comprised solely of other people’s discarded leftovers!
The party was becoming more raucous, and the groping of the waiters was getting more obvious. As the large breasted waitress reached down to pick up a plate, the man across the table snatched out his hand, and pulled at the shirt. The straining buttons popped, and the shirt fell open, her breasts falling out in front of her. She stood up with the plate, her face reddening in embarrassment as the table burst out laughing. The man beside her jumped to his feet, and reached round her to grab at the swinging tits, kneeling them in his hands to the applause from the guests. As he pulled his hands away, the woman that the waitress was serving lifted her head, and holding the woman still with her arm, ran her tongue round one of the nipples, engorging it before opening her mouth and sucking hard. More applause encouraged her to go further and I saw the waitress start, before the guest pulled her mouth away, the teeth marks clearly visible where she had bitten her.
Tears gently started to form in the woman’s eyes, as she turned and carried the plate out, her shirt falling around her. I noticed Pet leave after her, and when the waitress came back in, her eyes were dry and her shirt refastened, but this time without buttons, the ends simply tied beneath between her large breasts that now swung free in front of her.
Louise was claimed by another couple who moved her near to them, and was engine subjected to some intense snogging. I watched as the woman slid her hand into Louise’s top, roughly fondling her as she kissed her. Her companion on the other side slid his hand under the table as Louise sat there, powerless to stop them. This was repeated as Louise was moved around the table, her hair getting messier and her makeup smudged as she was passed on. The Master and Mistress were ignoring her completely now, and I could see her eyes moistening as the guests started to abuse her.
The treatment of the waiters was also worsening now. As they served the final course, all of the witnesses had had their shirts pulled open as they leant over, and were not bothering to readjust them now, just leaving them unbuttoned, their waving breasts gripped each time them leaned across one of the guests. The male waiter now had hand shooting up under his shirt every time her serviced, and I would see him twice as they pulled at the cage he was wearing. As the meal drew to a close, the Mistress rose and announced that after dinner drinks would be served in the sitting room. Leading the way, she walked down the table, pausing next to Louise to take her chain and lead her with her into the next room. I waited behind my bar as the guests filed out, Pet walking up to me as they left. She had ignored me all evening so far while the meal took place, and I realised that she still looked the same as when she started, unlike the disheveled state of the other withers. Although dressed the same, she was obviously in charge, and therefore spared the abuse to which the the other had been subjected.
“You will remember there’s a bar in the other room, so you can take up station there. I expect they will want some cocktails, so if there’s anything you need, go and get it from the kitchen.” She moved closer and lowered her voice. “You see I was right about Louise. He’s losing interest in her now. I’m not sure how her night is going to turn out. The Mistress still seems to like her though.”
I followed Pet into the sitting room. As last night, a fire roared in the hearth, and candles lit the room. Some extra couches had been brought in, and the room was large enough for everyone to sit down. A couple of the waitresses were already standing by the bar, and I started to mix their drinks. The guests were starting to relax, and in the darker corners of the room I could see a couple of them entwined, hands and mouths moving against each other. The Master reclined in a couch near the fire. He had pulled the large breasted waitress on to his lap, and she lay against him as he chatted to the people next to him, his hand round her waist, absent-mindedly pawing at one of her exposed nipples.
The Mistress sat on another couch, Louise sitting next to her, eyes down cast, and her hands clasped in her lap. She was barefoot now, whether she had removed her shoes or they had been taken off her, I didn’t know. The Mistress had an empty rink in her hand, so, unclipping the chain from her neck, whispered in her ear, and nodded towards me on, on the other side of the room. Louise rose to her fett and, taking the Mistress’s glass, padded over towards me. She stood at the other side of the bar looking at me in silence. I was smartly dressed, at least the part of me that was visible, clean shaven, hair neatly brushed. She looked a mess. Her sculpted hair style was ruined, and hung in disarray around her face. Her perfect makeup was smudged, and her mascara had run with the tears that she must have shed while she was abused at the table. He haughty look that she had shown earlier when I saw her on the TV screen with the Master had disappeared, and she now looked dejected and miserable.
I spoke to her for the first time in twenty four hours. “Are you OK? Do you want to stop? You only have to use your safe word, and you can leave.”
Her voice was low, I had to strain to hear it. “No, I want to carry on. I have so much to tell you later. But they were so horrible to me at the table. It’s not what they did, its the cruel things they said.”
I realised that Pet had been right. Louise had made the mistake of confusing the master’s enthusiasm for a new woman as something special. Now he had taken her, she was just the same as the rest of us as far as he was concerned. While we were in this house we were all just salves, owned by the pair of them for their pleasure alone.
She straightened and tossed her hair back. “Enough of that,” she whispered, and then in a firmer voice, “Gin and Tonic, quick. Mistress is waiting.”
I made the drink and gave it to her, and she turned without another word and glided back to the Mistress, handing he the drink, and sinking onto the coach beside her. Looking across at me, she leaned back against the Mistress who put her arm round her and pulled her against her with a quick kiss, before turning to resume her conversation with the guest next to her. With a subtle wink, she turned her head away and curled her legs up to snuggle against the woman holding her.
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