As she lay at the foot of his chair, careful to make sure that her head didn’t leave her master’s feet, the girl adjusted the rest of her body into a more comfortable position on the plush mat she lay on. These dinners often lasted a while and she knew how she was to behave during them. Any infractions would result in a punishment, and her ass still stung from a punishment from the day before. Those bruises were easily on display to her master’s friends since her dress, which was practically completely sheer anyways, had slid up as she’d moved, revealing the pair of red lace panties he’d had her wear to accentuate the bruises.
It seemed to her that her master wasn’t paying her any attention as he spoke, ate, and laughed with his friends, but he was keenly aware of her every move. He could tell she was starting to get fidgety, tired of laying in one position for so long. So he snapped his fingers for her attention, and asked her to walk around and wait the table. She was happy to please at first, but she quickly realized that she’d never met a more needy, annoying group of men in her life. She wasn’t sure if it was purposeful or not, if they were trying to see her master give her a punishment, so she did her best to grit her teeth and bear it.
That is, until one of them slapped her ass, making her jump forward as he came down hard at the bruises, and subsequently drop the tray of drinks she was carrying. Manners forgotten, she spun around, her anger clear on her face as she growled “you bitch! You have GOT to be kidding me!”
Silence fell over the table. She knew she’d messed up, but instead of looking to her master like she knew she was supposed to, she kept glaring at the man. The floor was a mess of glass and the wine would definitely stain the carpet.
When she continued to ignore him, her master loudly, and firmly, said her name. The command that rang through that single word made her shiver, and she almost dropped to her knees instantly before she remembered the glass on the carpet. She looked to her master, who pointed to a spot by his feet. She was there in a moment, on her knees in front of him with her eyes cast down and away. He gently ran a hand through her hair, sending shivers down her spine, and said, “Apologize.” Knowing it would be her downfall, but too frustrated to care, she shook her head. She heard him sigh, then get up from his chair and walk away.
She heard a drawer open and close and then he was back. He placed a finger under her chin and she lifted her head, quickly catching sight of the massive diodo that he held in his hand. It had to be the size of her forearm. If he put something that big inside of her with no warm up it would be quite painful and worry clouded her face as she looked at her master. But he tapped her cheek, a sign for her to open her mouth, and she wasn’t sure if that was better or worse. She hesitantly opened her mouth, and he swiftly pushier it in, making her choke and try to jerk away. But he held her firm, using his belt to secure it around the back of her head so that she couldn’t take it out of her mouth. Her jaw stretched uncomfortably, and her gag reflex kept triggering. Her eyes welled up as she struggled to adjust to the object and the ache that was forming in her jaw and throat, but her master seemed to not care, and only pointed for her to return to her position laying at his feet.
It felt like she was laying there forever. Her mouth was stretched wider than it had ever been before, and her throat was so full that she kept gagging and choking uncontrollably. Tears slid down her face as she tried to adjust, but slowly realized that it would be impossible to adjust to something this big and this foreign. It was made all the worse by the fact that her master didn’t even glance at her, and returned to his conversation as if she wasn’t even there. She was alone in this, alone as she tried to figure out how to handle this new punishment.
30 minutes passed before her master looked down at her again. She had no idea how long it had been, and barely even noticed his new attention, lost in a haze from her punishment. Her entire face ached, and drool dropped down her chin into the floor below. She felt gross and just wanted it to end. When he tapped between her shoulder blades, adjuster for her to sit up on her knees, she practically jumped into place. Her master smiled at her tear stained face, and pulled a napkin off of the table and placed it in his lap before gesturing for her to place her chin upon it. She did, and let out a sigh of relief as he unbuckle the belt and slowly removed the dildo from her mouth. A whole lot of drool, and a little bit of vomit from her initial gags, slid out onto the towel. She coughed, her jaw aching at the movement, and felt fresh tears slide down her face.
Her master folded the napkin back up and placed it on the table, gesturing for her to get into his lap. She looked at him hesitantly, knowing that that was not something that was normally allowed while his friends were over, but he made the gesture again, so she climbed up. He adjusted her so that her stomach was against his, and so that her chin was resting on his shoulder. He continued his conversation, but reached a hand up to gently massage her jaw. Relief flooded through her face at the touch, and she smiled, nestling her face further into his shoulder as her body slowly relaxed. He gently cupped his other hand under her ass to ensure that she stayed on his lap comfortably, and held her there as she relaxed and fell asleep, continuing his dinner as if she was not there.
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