A sensual party {sensual, not sex}

My handler slid the call button into my right hand. I was all set to go, cleaned, primped and rubbed down with something that smelled of lemons. The only addition they had made was shockingly blue contacts, per request of one of the patrons.
On hands and knees on a padded table, I braced myself, breasts swinging gently as they slowly wheeled me into the room. The others had been placed as the guests mingled. Two reclining couches, heavy tables with sumptuous chairs, a few loveseats, one St Andrews cross edged the room, while the two padded tables were being placed in the center of the room. A buffet table overflowed with rich tidbits and bottles of drink.
There were ten of us, all naked among a throng of exquisitely dressed people. We are special pieces at this holiday gathering. Rules were no sex/insertions, petting/touching welcome from the guests but not to be returned from the pieces, no abuse. A civilized gathering to say the least. Each piece had a call button for if the rules were broken with them, they needed a bio break or were simply overwhelmed.
The most of the pieces already had guests engaged with them. The twin blonde women on the reclining couches had what looked like a father and son sitting with them. The son was just gently petting his companion, while the father seemed intent on driving his to distraction with heavy petting. The men carried on a calm conversation as they each enjoyed themselves.
There were four pieces seated at the different tables, 2 of either sex. A male piece had a laughing brunette in his lap. She nibbled at his ear and played with his hair while she giggled with her friends. The lone female was pulled to her feet and led to a different table where the other girl, a redhead, sat curled under the arm of a gentleman who simple trailed his fingers along her body at leisure. The one being led, a petite and curvy girl with chestnut hair, was lifted to sit on the table. The gentleman who placed her there, pulled his chair in front of her, lifting her feet so they were on either side of his legs. He smiled up at her and caressed her thighs and legs, as she grinned down at him with blushing cheeks. The other male was sitting next to a gentleman who simple held his hand as they people watched.
The theme here was all sensual and soothing. I was surprised that the overtone of sex was so mild. I caught myself relaxing now that I knew.
The other padded table was still empty when I came in. That question was answered when one of the patrons stripped his date and placed her on the table on her back, legs crossed Indian style. Her clothes were placed in a drawer within the table, a call button in her hand. Built like a dancer, she submitted with nervous trembling. He praised her and promised rewards at the end of the night before walking away to sit on a loveseat with another patron.
As I scanned the room from my vantage point, a lady in a gray, shimmering dress smiled at me. She dismissed herself from her group and sauntered my way. Sliding a chair in front of me, she began to caress my face. Her green eyes latched onto mine and I realized this must be who made the request for a blue eye, black haired woman. Something about the way she smiled at me while she caressed me had me catching my breath. I parted my lips and she immediately started to run her fingers along them. I wanted nothing more than to lick her fingers, suck on them. But breaking the rules would have me expelled and I didn’t want to stop what she was doing. I had never been so relaxed or so aroused. She spent what felt like forever sliding her thumb along my lips, palming my jaw or wrapping a hand along my neck to turn my head where she pleased. She would come back and do that for minutes at a time through the evening, never speaking to me. She slipped me mouthfuls of sweet wine and bites of desserts and canapés. Occasionally she would caress other parts of my body as she moved across the room
In between those times, it seemed like everyone touched me. Some of them lazily as if I was a piece of furniture they patted as conversations wore on. Other with a focus that had me fighting for control, slight pinches of my labia or rubbing my nipples til I moaned. Most simply explored my body in fascination and curiosity. One couple was intent on finding where I was ticklish and I noticed they did this with every piece they met. I changed positions every once in a while. Downward dog which invited a lot of ass groping. Curled up on my side which seemed to cause the most general petting. Sitting in mediation pose only lasted a little while. No one seemed willing to disturb me.
The one startling moment came when one of the blonde twins screamed in orgasm. The whole party stopped to watch her writhe in the fathers embrace. He smirked as he pressed on her mound. A handler came to verify that no wrongdoing had occurred. They confirmed that he had merely overwhelmed her senses with words and fondling to the point she had orgasmed when he cupped between her legs. Her sister looked on in rapt attention, now cuddling with an older woman in a pantsuit. They both seemed to enjoy her siblings paroxysms of pleasure.
An hour or so into the evening, I was startled to see a cat girl come in through the door. She crawled alongside her master as if her appearance there was normal and expected. He waved her on and soon she was soliciting pets from around the room. The most interesting was watching her arch her back as people ran their hands down her in much the same manner as a cat. Even to the point of arching when people got to her tail, which was obviously an anal plug attachment. I delighted in watching her play her part, climbing on the couch to snuggle against the sated blonde or lapping wine from a bowl her master produced for her.
I enjoyed watching the other pieces as the night progressed. The chestnut haired girl had ended up splayed across the tabletop. But she moved on and spent some time with others before returned to be tucked in beside her original interest. They were on a couch as he palmed her breasts with obvious shared delight.
The dancer moaned and sighed her way through the evening. She only lasted about 1.5 hours before begging her date to take her home and fulfill his promises. He relented but made her walk to the car naked as payment for leaving early.
The loveseats and couches were full with patrons and pieces enjoying the power of touch. A couple had one female piece draped across their laps as they cuddled and stroked her. Another piece blissfully was draped in a chair as a male patron in a fine suit massaged her legs and feet. Many held hands or cuddled, nestled in against a comforting presence. One gentleman enjoyed putting pieces together to allow them to enjoy each other. The redhead and the tallest of the males seemed to enjoy this the most, while their instructor basked in their satisfaction.
Late in the night, one of the other pieces started to get handsy with his companion, who promptly called for a handler. He agreed to be bound on the St Andrews cross, rather than expelled. Once he was bound, he probably regretted the choice. By unspoken agreement, all those who touched him, only caressed his genitals. Rolling his balls in their hands, tapping nails along the head of his penis, palming the heavy twitching weight of his cock. Within an hour, he was a writhing mess. He didn’t last much past the hour. He used his call button and left for the evening.
The party ended shortly after that, as if his punishment had soured the mood a little. Many of the pieces were curled in with their favorites. We were all drenched in touch and sensation. You could tell some invitations had been issued. Pieces are not required to take them, but often do. The whole evening had been so arousing and yet, I was very relaxed. As I sat up to leave for the evening, the lady in the gray dress slid between my knees. She slid her palm along my jaw and smiled down at me before pressing silken lips to mine.
The first words she spoke to me were “Let me take you home”
And I did.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x95o8s/a_sensual_party_sensual_not_sex