“I’m sorry I could not join you all earlier,” the man said, smiling. “Urgent business, I’m afraid. I trust you all enjoyed your meals.” There was a general sound of assent from the dinner guests.
“Good. Good. We have a bit of entertainment for you all now, if you would care to move towards the far end of the hall. My servants will bring your chairs, but please do bring your own coffees along.” As the guests rose, the robed man looked up at Krissy and smiled. It was a smile that sent a spike of ice down her back. He kept his eyes fixed on her, and she couldn’t bring herself to look away. Soon all the guests had passed behind her, out of sight, and the only person she could see was that frightening man. She could hear noises behind her as if heavy things were being moved, and then the waiters appeared in ones and twos, taking away the chairs. Then two of them reappeared and began moving a section of the table. As they did, the platform lurched slightly and began to descend. Krissy knew how it all worked. What she didn’t know was what was planned for her. Once the platform was at floor level, the robed man slowly came over to her, smiling. Krissy held quite still as he reached out and caressed her cheek.
“Hello, Krissy,” he said. “I am your owner. You will call me ‘Master’.” He paused, waiting.
“Yes, Master,” Krissy said. What did it matter how many men she must call master?
“Very good,” he nodded, and his hands moved to Krissy’s breasts. They were big and hard and surprisingly gentle. “I am told that you are properly trained now. We will see.” He unfastened the Velcro strap around her neck. One of the servants immediately hurried over to him and handed him a collar and leash. The collar was black leather, and very thin. He fastened it snugly around Krissy’s neck. The leash was also black leather and also thin. He clipped it to the collar.
“I do not care if you can walk, girl,” he said. “You will crawl along after me like a dog at heel.”
“Yes, Master,” Krissy agreed numbly. She had been trained to do that. Servants came over and freed Krissy’s wrists and ankles and removed the heavy bit gag, then helped her to get on her hands and knees as her master held on to the end of her leash. She thought she might have been able to walk after all, but that was irrelevant now. She waited until her master turned to start crawling along at heel behind him.
“Are you hungry, little girl?” he asked without looking at her.
“Yes, Master,” Krissy replied.
“I’m sure that you are, after looking at all the wonderful food for so long. Well, I have a special treat for you. We saved some of the meal for you, and you will have a chance to eat it.”
“Thank you, Master,” Krissy said promptly. It certainly sounded good at first blush, but she knew there would be some catch to it. As they came around the table, she could see that the guests were now sitting in rows in front of a big flat-screen television mounted on a wheeled frame, as if they were about to watch a movie. There was a wide aisle running right through the middle of the chairs, and the robed man headed straight for it. He led Krissy along, occasionally giving the leash a short, sharp tug if he thought she was lagging. They passed straight down the aisle and once more Krissy could feel all those eyes on her. The man halted her in front of the rows of chairs, her side to the audience.
“I’d like to introduce you to my latest acquisition,” he announced to the crowd. “I am certain that you all admired her during the dinner. She has recently completed her training, so she has earned herself a special treat.”
Krissy kept her head down, so she didn’t see what a servant was bringing over until a round metal plate was placed on the floor right under her nose. She could see chunks of lobster, bite-sized pieces of steak, pieces of potato, some asparagus…and it all looked like leftovers, food that the guests hadn’t bothered to eat. Krissy gritted her teeth. Table scraps or not, they were more appealing than the tasteless stuff they had been feeding her up to now. She would eat them, with pleasure, even with all these people watching. But she would have to wait until she was given permission to do so. She kept still, waiting anxiously for that permission.
“Her name is Krissy,” her master continued. “Just look at that splendid little body. Now we shall show some videos of her training while she eats.”
Krissy froze. Videos? While she had known that they had cameras recording much, if not all, of what they did to her and of what they made her do, she had pushed that knowledge to the back of her mind. There was a sharp jerk on her leash.
“You may eat now,” the robed man said.
Krissy gulped. “Thank you, Master,” she said out of reflex. She could hear sounds coming from the big flat-screen TV now, in stereo, and recognized her own voice, muffled because there was something stuffed into her mouth. She felt her cheeks burning as she leaned down to snap up some lobster. She knew what was being shown: It was part of her training for oral sex. They had taught her two basic techniques. If a man did no more than place his hand on her head, she was to suck his cock with as much skill as she could, making no more noise than the occasional tiny grunt or moan. If, on the other hand, the man held her tightly by her hair or held her head in both hands, she was supposed to let him fuck her mouth as hard and as deeply as he wanted, and she was supposed to make angry, protesting noises with each stroke. From what she could hear the audience was watching one of those sessions. She tried to ignore the sounds, concentrating on the savory taste and texture of the bit of lobster. It was delicious! She quickly lapped up more lobster…she was getting adept at eating like a dog…when the ultimate moment occurred on the screen and she heard herself making that long, high-pitched, angry noise through her nose as whatever man was fucking her came in her mouth. She heard appreciative murmurs from the crowd and knew that they were looking from the screen to her and back again.
“Her training has been quite comprehensive,” the robed man announced. “Please, watch and enjoy.”
Krissy chewed and swallowed hastily. It suddenly occurred to her that she didn’t know how long these intensely embarrassing videos ran, but once they were over her meal of table scraps would probably be over as well, whether she had finished it or not. She took a piece of tender, medium-rare steak into her mouth and chewed.
She heard herself making soft little grunts in a regular rhythm and knew that the video was now showing her actively sucking cock. All of a sudden the food didn’t taste as good. It was still so much better than what they usually gave her, though, that she kept on eating, trying to block out the sounds, those horrible, horrible sounds.
She finished her meal quickly. Before she could do more than think about licking the plate, a servant snatched it away and put a smaller one down in front of her. It held two half-eaten pastries, still covered with real whipped cream and threads of chocolate sauce. As much as she craved them, she hesitated. It would be very messy to eat them without using her hands, and in any case she worried that she was supposed to wait for permission to dig in. It sounded as if the video of her trained cocksucking had come to an end, which meant that everyone in the audience had to be staring at her.
“You may eat it, Krissy,” the robed man said to her. She bent her head down and began licking at the whipped cream.
“Finally,” the robed man went on to the audience, “You all should know that this lovely and talented little slave is a lesbian.” A murmur went up from the crowd. Krissy felt her cheeks burning with shame again and tried to concentrate only upon the delicious food in front of her.
“Yes, it might be difficult to believe, now that you have seen how well and how enthusiastically she services men, but I assure you all that it is quite true. We will now show our last video. Some time ago, we gave Krissy here a girl to play with. I think you will find the results quite entertaining.”
The first clumsy bite of the pastry turned to ashes in Krissy’s mouth as she heard Wendy’s tearful pleas, and her own voice snarling commands at the hapless girl. Then came the sounds of that vicious spanking she’d inflicted on Wendy, and Wendy’s screams and wails as she begged for mercy. She couldn’t take another bite. It was all she could do to swallow what was in her mouth rather than spit it out. She remained on her elbows and knees, unmoving, as the video played out, up to and including the part where she had been forcibly dragged away from Wendy before she could show the girl how very good it could be with another woman. She heard the murmurs from the audience, even the occasional crude comments from both the men and the women present. By the time the video finally ended, she wished that she could just curl up in a ball and die.
“Now, ladies and gentlemen,” the robed man said as servants unplugged the big flat screen and wheeled it away. “You have seen our little Krissy here perform. We will now give you the opportunity to see her give a live performance, and even for you to participate in it if you wish. This will take place in the exhibition room. If you are not certain where that is, someone will guide you there.”
Krissy felt a hard, steady pull on her leash and got up on her hands and knees. They had used her own appetites against her yet again, and she felt more than ever like a dirty little animal, fit for fucking and using and for nothing else at all. She crawled along resignedly at the end of her leash, feeling hollowed-out and hopeless as she never had before.