by Red Phoenix
There were three women waiting with smiles on their faces. The short-haired blonde came up to Brie. “You have been given the noble task of serving food.”
“Wonderful. What…?”
The girl put her finger to Brie’s lips. “No more talking. Listen only. It will help you to succeed in your role.”
Brie nodded. She looked up and saw that Lea and Mary were listening and not speaking. It was going to be an interesting evening, for sure.
“Please pay attention,” the young woman admonished when she saw Brie wasn’t focused on her. “First, we must get you undressed and thoroughly cleaned. It is going to take quite a while to get you ready for the event.”
Brie had no idea what was being asked of her, but she became more excited as she was led through the luxurious apartment. Whoever this Dom was, he was a very successful man.
After Brie had peed, taken a soapy shower, and thoroughly dried off, the girl guided her into a large room with a panoramic view of the city. There was a small, oval table in the middle of the spacious room.
“Please lie down in the center of the table.”
Brie lay down on it gracefully, finding it just large enough to hold her. The girl repositioned her and splayed out her hair in an artful pattern. As the woman worked, she gave Brie instructions. “You are to lie completely still. Do not react in any way to the people around you. Your sole purpose is to display the food elegantly. I highly recommend you keep your eyes glued to that spot on the ceiling.” She pointed to a tiny speck directly above Brie.
“No matter what is said, how you are touched or if you itch…” She emphasized the last words, saying them slowly and succinctly. “Do…not…move.”
I’m supposed to be a platter? Brie thought. Well, here’s to my first real experience with objectification.
The blonde arranged small crackers and a variety of grapes over her body in an intricate and exacting pattern. Brie turned her head and saw that Mary was practicing balancing a flask of red liquid on her back while the assistant meticulously painted her arms and legs with delicate patterns. Apparently, she was playing the role of a table. Brie glanced over at Lea. She was stunning. Her naked body was painted gold and her large breasts looked amazing, all sparkly and alluring. A statue of a goddess, without a doubt, but Brie didn’t envy Lea one bit. The assistant had positioned her arms at beautiful but awkward angles that would be hard to maintain for an entire evening.
Although Brie’s role was lowly, at least it was easy. She watched in fascination as the blonde laid a small, round cloth over her bellybutton. Then she placed a ceramic ring around it and added a thin sheet of plastic. Brie squeaked when she poured a layer of ice cubes into it. A beautiful gold bowl was placed on top of that. The girl then spooned a decadent amount of caviar into the golden dish, filling it to the brim.
“I let you look at your friends, even though it means I have to fix your hair again. From this point forward, those eyes stay glued to the ceiling. Understand?”
Brie nodded and dutifully stared upwards as goose bumps prickled over her skin. The chill of the ice traveled straight to her groin. After the assistant had finished fixing her hair, she said, “You are nothing but a beautiful vessel. Understand that and enjoy the evening.”
The three assistants quickly exited just before the doorbell rang.
It starts…
The Dom came out of what Brie assumed was his study and answered the door. A flow of guests quickly filled the apartment with their gentlemanly voices. Just hearing them sent Brie’s body trembling, and she had to force herself to breathe slowly in the manner Tono had taught her. The men eventually made their way towards the girls and one last nervous sigh escaped Brie’s lips before they entered the room.
The men treated the three naked girls as if they were a natural part of the decor. They talked business deals and discussed the upcoming national election. Brie heard their Dom offer the men drinks and knew that Mary was now the center of attention.
Brie listened intently to the conversations floating about. She couldn’t resist. A girl could learn a lot from these influential men…
Just when she was getting used to being a part of the scenery, one of the men moved over to the table and lightly brushed his hand against her nipple as he picked up a cracker. He then spooned caviar onto it. She felt an electrical jolt and blinked several times in response. Damn! This is going to be harder than I thought.
As soon as he’d served himself, the table was surrounded by men who touched her casually as they partook of the expensive fish eggs. She desperately stared at the ceiling, reminding herself that she was an inanimate object that could not move, could not respond in any way to what was happening.
“Nice centerpiece, Sebastian,” she heard.
Her Dom replied, “Yes, I agree. You’ll never guess what it’s called.”
“Do tell.”
“Brie.”
There was a deep chuckle, and then Brie felt a hand rove over her thigh to her sweet spot. A finger penetrated her vagina and it took everything in her to remain completely still as the finger swirled around and then withdrew. She heard the distinct sound of sucking, and the guest said with a tone of amusement, “I think I will have to sample some of this Brie later.”
“I’ll make sure to set it aside for you.”
Her loins contracted in pleasure at the statement. Brie did not understand why being treated in this way was such a turn-on, but there was no doubt the table she was lying on would show evidence of her arousal when she was finally allowed to move.
Brie heard comments from several of the men about the lovely statue. Someone must have touched Lea, because Brie heard her gasp softly.
“Am I mistaken, or did I hear something?” one of the gentlemen asked.
Their Dom replied nonchalantly, “Oh, didn’t I tell you? I had this one installed with a voice box. Adds to the realism of the piece.”
“I see… I can’t say I agree,” the man replied before moving off.
Brie felt bad for Lea. Failing in a practicum was never pleasant and she desperately wished she could share a joke to lighten Lea’s spirit.
Brie had first thought she had been given the easiest assignment, but that simply was not the case. She struggled to stare at the ceiling while the light, incidental touches of the many men in attendance teased and aroused her.
Late into the evening, the apartment finally cleared out. “Why don’t we move to the study for a smoke?” their Dom suggested to the last remaining guest.
“Why not?”
Brie recognized the voice and quivered. She was about to be tasted by the man who had sampled her.
Two of the assistants came into the room. Brie was cleaned off and then told to stand. With quick movements, the blonde deftly cleared the table and told Brie to lie back down.
Brie took a quick peek and saw poor Lea standing there, still in her statuesque form, completely ignored by the assistants. Mary had been cleaned off as well, but was still on all fours.
The helpers made themselves scarce when the door of the study opened. Brie hadn’t been given any further instructions so she stared at the ceiling and waited.
“Ah, Sebastian, I see the Brie is ready for sampling.”
“But of course.”
Brie glanced briefly at her partner without being noticed. His sideburns, peppered with gray, contrasted charmingly with his black hair, giving him a distinguished look. He noticed her staring into his pale green eyes and did not smile when he told her, “I like vocal cheese.”
It took her a second to realize he was making a joke. She looked back up at the ceiling and then squealed when he pulled her ass to the edge of the table and descended between her legs. He dragged his tongue against her sex, making her moan in delight.
But she whimpered when he pulled back the hood of her clit and sucked on her defenseless nub. He was relentless as he held her down and teased it. Just when she felt her pussy burn with orgasmic energy, he stopped.
Her senses came back to earth and she became aware of Mary and the host Dom going at it. Brie made a quick sideways glance. Mary was quite the loud, passionate table as he pounded her in the ass.
Her attention was instantly redirected when her partner grabbed her chin and forced her to look upwards. Crap! She was far too curious to make a good inanimate object.
She heard him unbuckle his pants and then unzip. He didn’t even bother taking them off. He slid his cock inside her and began thrusting away. His strokes were long but unhurried. Brie kept her eyes on the speck, wondering why his detached taking of her made her so hot. She concentrated on his heavy breathing, grateful to be used in this way—his vessel of pleasure.
Her Dom leaned forward and cupped her face in his hands. “I haven’t tasted all of you yet.” He kissed her then, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. The man claimed her with his lips as he fucked her. It was intoxicating and her body steadily climbed towards its climax.
She felt him stiffen and then he groaned into her mouth as he came. Brie’s body pulsed with need, but he pulled out and zipped back up. She was disheartened, but understood that as an object, personal fulfillment was not an option.
Brie noticed that Mary was no longer vocalizing, which indicated that her session was over as well. Then the host Dom asked her partner, “So, how was the Brie?”
Brie heard him get up from the floor as he answered in the positive. “Quite satisfying.”
“Glad to hear it. So I’ll be seeing you at the meeting tomorrow?”
“Yes. Until then.” The two shook hands. After Brie’s partner had left, their Dom addressed each of the girls.
“Miss Wilson, job well done. You may leave to clean up.”
He walked over to his golden statue. “Ms. Taylor. Your performance was less than stellar.” He caressed her large breasts and then tweaked one of her nipples. Lea didn’t make a peep. He continued, “As far as I am concerned, you’ve learned your lesson and been properly punished. I see no reason to speak of it with your trainers.”
Lea bowed her head and said softly, “Thank you, Master.”
“My assistants will help you clean up.” Two women instantly appeared and led her away.
He walked over to Brie last. “Miss Bennett, you performed satisfactorily. You may be excused as well. Go down the hall to your right, where you will find a private bathroom with your clothing.”
Brie got up from the table, still a tangle of sexual nerves. He called after her, “You do not have permission to masturbate.”
She turned around and bowed obediently. “Thank you, Master.”
There was something oddly arousing at being denied her own pleasure. Tonight had opened up yet another sexual option to explore, and Brie was thrilled at the prospect of navigating it more thoroughly.
Marquis Plays with His Pet
The next day, Marquis presented Brie with another lesson on objectification in the auditorium. She had no idea what she was walking into when she joined him on the stage. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the table he had set up for her. On it were four items: a crop; a leather, strappy contraption with a small metal bar; lubricant, and…a butt plug with a long, flowing tail. She knew exactly where he was taking her with this practicum, and it unnerved her.
“Tonight is about what I want, pearl.”
“Yes, Master.”
“And what I want is to attach this lovely bridle to your face, insert this plug deep in your ass and watch you swish that tail for me.” He held up the crop and looked at her lustfully. “Then I will play with my pony using the crop before I fuck her hard.”
Brie’s heart beat a mile a minute. He was asking her to play out the scene she had ended with another Dom. Marquis always insisted on pushing her. Every one of his lessons took her further than she wanted to go. What surprised her was that a part of her wanted to be Marquis’ pony.
“If it pleases you, Master.”
“Undress where you are.”
Brie immediately undid her corset and let it drop to the stage floor. She stepped out of it and removed her heels next, leaving her panties and thigh-highs for last. She stood there waiting silently for his next command, her short breaths coming in quick succession.
“Come to your Master and let him ready you for play.”
She walked over to Marquis slowly, drawn to him like a magnet; frightened of the feelings he inspired yet hungry to let them play out.
“On your hands and knees.”
She immediately dropped onto all fours, but her spirit balked at what he was going to do next. She closed her eyes, but he would not allow her that escape.
“Open your eyes, pearl, and watch your Master adorn you.”
Brie turned her head and watched with trepidation as Marquis picked up the lube and coated the plug with it. He looked at her intently and he knelt down beside her. “How do you feel?”
Marquis was not asking her color, so she answered truthfully, “Frightened.”
“That is not acceptable. You are not thinking like a sub. You are allowing your ego to get in the way of what you desire. What is it you desire, pearl?”
She looked into his dark eyes, knowing the answer without a doubt. “To please you.”
“Yes. You know what I want and yet you are resistant.”
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“I do not need an apology. Tell me what you want.”
She answered hesitantly, “I want you to adorn me, Master.”
He shook his head. “That was not convincing.”
Brie closed her eyes and focused on giving in to Marquis Gray’s desire. His pleasure is my pleasure… She imagined his groans of passion and it made her wet to think of it. Taking this plug could either be enticing, or she could choose to make it something negative, which was not his intent. She opened her eyes and looked at him. “I want you to adorn your pony, Master.”
He nodded and coated the outside of her anus with the lubricant before pressing the toy against her tight sphincter. Brie pushed back against it, seeking the invasion of the plug. She groaned as the tip slipped in.
“That’s it,” he coaxed. Marquis continued to press it in farther, sliding the plug in and out so that her muscles could loosen and allow for deeper penetration. She moaned when he made the final push and her ass muscles clamped around the end. “Swing that tail for me, pearl,” he murmured in a low voice.
Brie wiggled her ass playfully and the long tail swished, brushing against her legs.
“Beautiful.” He picked up the bridle next and ordered her to open her mouth. He placed the thin metal bit between her teeth and directed her to turn around so that he could buckle it on. The straps ran over her nose and under her chin, attaching at the back with a long rein that he let fall down in front. She began salivating and realized this was his version of the ball gag. Why does the man have to be so thorough?
Marquis picked up his crop and lightly smacked her on the ass. “Yes, this will do nicely.” He picked up the reins from the floor and ordered her to crawl in a circle around him. He flicked the crop across her buttocks as she made her way around him. She wondered if the image reminded Lea and Mary of a horse in training.
“No, this won’t do,” he complained. “Stand up.”
Brie got onto her feet, very aware of the plug in her ass and the metal bit in her mouth. Strangely, neither was causing her distress.
“Prance for me,” he ordered. Brie automatically put her arms in front of her like a rearing horse and started gracefully prancing in a circle around him. She felt the gentle swish of the tail and wondered what it looked like in motion. He guided her with the reins as he smacked his crop against her ass with greater enthusiasm. “Faster, beauty.”
Brie kept up with his demands for speed, responding to the sting of the crop that warmed her ass. Then he had her change direction and warmed the other side. By the time he asked her to stop, she was panting for breath.
He snapped his fingers
and a short wooden table was brought onto the stage. “Onto the table, pearl. I wish to thoroughly examine my pony before I ride her.”
Brie crawled onto the table and took on the stance of a proud mare, with her back arched and head held high—higher than a submissive was allowed. Marquis moved the reins to rest on her neck and put the crop down. His hands began to travel down her back and over her tender ass. “I appreciate the smooth round flank of a pony.” He continued down over her thigh to her calf, finally stopping on her vulnerable feet. “The temperament of a beast can be determined by how they respond to having their hooves handled. Any resistance is considered a bad sign.”
Brie understood the challenge and allowed him to lift her foot. Then he began tickling the arch. Her instinct was to pull away, but she endured his torture. He increased his cruelty by concentrating his efforts on her defenseless toes. Her loins contracted as she struggled not to move, but a giggle escaped past the metal bit.
He put her foot down and moved to the other side. Again his hands ran down her back, over the swell of her ass to her foot. The torture started up again. He found that spot in between her toes and brushed it ever so lightly. She jerked without meaning to.
He put her foot down slowly, without saying a word. A bad sign. He moved his hand up her back again, caressing the contours of her shoulder blades, then lower to appreciate the fullness of her breasts. Marquis Gray’s fingers trailed down the length of her arm before he picked up her hand and lightly traced her palm with his finger. It tickled, but not with the intensity her toes had. No, this was sensual, intimate contact that made her moist between the legs.
Marquis moved over to the other side and he repeated the examination. Once satisfied with her ‘hooves’, he began an inspection of her genital region. Brie bit down on the metal as he commanded she open her legs wider. His fingers explored her swollen lips and vagina clinically. It wasn’t the romantic touch of a lover. It was purposeful and without emotion, which turned her on even more.
He played with her juicy folds, commenting, “I see my filly is a wanton little thing.”
