I slept all night plugged for the first time last night. It feels so good in so many ways. Not only the delightful feeling of being full and stretched; but the submissive feelings of being owned, controlled, and being a good service slut. Most of the writing is fading, though I can still make out most of it – the WHORE in my face for one. Of course, my pussy still expresses “Use Me”, and my foot Miss’ name – refreshing those every morning is incredibly satisfying.
This morning’s boxes were confusing. Mine contained a small ornamental bunny of the sort you might find on a coffee table or mantlepiece. The boy’s was a hat/umbrella stand from a doll’s house. Miss only smiled and took us downstairs for breakfast.
She didn’t say a word to us all day, so my deduction is that today’s topic has been objectification; but even now she still hasn’t actually told us. After breakfast she walked straight out of the kitchen and waited in the living room for us to finish cleaning up and follow her. I was worrying that we had done something wrong; in fact I’ve spent most of today worrying that, and I’m still not certain what’s actually been going on. I hope tomorrow she lets us know.
In the living room she pushed the boy into a corner, kicked his feet apart, put his hands on the back of his head and opened his mouth. I was positioned on the coffee table in a kneeling position, my knees apart, hands open palms up on my thighs. She then proceeded to decorate both of us for Christmas. Tinsel wrapped around us, stick on stars all over us, baubles hung from our collars, ears, and his cage. The boy looked ridiculous, and I suppose I looked similarly silly.
For the next hour Miss just put the TV on and sat browsing her phone. Neither of us could see the screen, just hear, and from the look on his face, she had put on something the boy was interested to watch. My pussy tingled at the thought that she might put on the newest episode of Strictly and I would be forced to hear all the action without seeing any of it.
I was starting to think that this would be the situation for the whole day when there was a knock at the door. Miss got up and went to answer and I could hear her greeting some people like friends. I heard at least a male and female voice, and then all of them greeting someone else who just arrived. As they entered and removed their coats, Miss directed the guests to drape them over the boy and through his raised arms.
It was at that point that I realised the significance of this morning’s gifts. The boy literally being used as a hat stand, so I guessed I was nothing but ornamentation. After praising her taste and decorating skills with us, Miss’ guests paid us no attention whatsoever for the rest of the afternoon. Between them they had brought snacks and drinks which they laid out on the table around me. At one point the chilled bottle of white wine got placed right up against my pussy. Despite my gasp and jerk, the woman still managed to completely ignore me. Though she did pick it up for a quick top up soon after, and placed it a little further away this time.
Being furniture is tiring, but also surprisingly hot. Already at this point of the day I was extremely excited and turned on, but then things took a really surprising turn.
As the two guys were clearing the stuff away from all around me, suddenly one of the girls walked in completely naked, closely followed by the other in a gorgeous red lingerie set not unlike the one I received a day or two ago. From the corner of my eye I saw Miss changing, and she soon stepped into view in a black basque and stockings. The guys came back from the kitchen also naked, and unsurprisingly already hard.
I don’t know who was partnered with who when they arrived, but from the way the guys reacted I’m pretty sure there was a swap as the girls got down on their knees and started sucking eagerly. Miss walked up to one guy and started kissing, raking her nails across his chest. I could see the boy’s eyes practically popping out of his head, his cock straining so hard inside his cage, and I couldn’t blame him. My pussy was aching for at least one of them to take some notice of what is written on it, but nobody so much as looked in our direction.
I can’t pretend to remember everything which happened that afternoon, but damn was I impressed with the guy’s stamina; and intensely jealous of every climax Miss and the other girls had. After sucking off the guys, the girls kissed sloppily, cum spilling across each others’ cheeks and down their chests. Miss decided she wanted to be fucked, and sat one one of the girls faces while the guys took turns on her. Both girls got double penetrated, spitroasted, and fucked so hard; the room still smells strongly of sex even now.
It was getting dark by the time they all stopped, and there was a puddle underneath me once again. The friends left, all with huge smiles on their faces, and Miss began removing our decorations. Not long after she finished some pizza arrived; she left one in front of me, another beside the boy, left the laptop open and went out – still without a word.
Assuming this was our cue to relax, I began eating. The boy followed suit soon after. Miss isn’t back yet, so I guess we’ll clean up and go to bed sometime soon.
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