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He smiles, amused. “Then you will wait patiently, and watch until they aren’t busy anymore.”
My blush returns in full force, and I pick up the tray carefully, the glasses tinkling because I’m shaking and nervous and still a bit short of breath from the corset. I glance around the room, and make a decision to go clockwise—better than just picking at random.
The first couple I come across is a man and a woman, the woman completely naked and draped across the man’s lap. Her ass is red and I can see very defined handprints on her skin. But she looks, peaceful…almost blissful as he strokes her head. What is she feeling that she can be that happy after being hit like that? I extend the tray towards the man. “Champagne?” I can almost hear Matthew clearing his throat behind me. “Sir?”
“Of course,” he says, taking a glass. “Thank you.”
I move on, ignoring the tenderness I saw on his face as he looked back towards his sub. I serve a woman who’s in an armchair, legs perched on the edges while a young man licks into her pussy like it’s his last meal. The glazed look in her eyes as she accepts the champagne tells me that he’s doing a good job.
There’s a woman bound and gagged while her Dom alternately fucks her and drops blows across her skin with a flogger. The sounds she’s making don’t change—they all sound like she’s in the midst of the best sex of her life.
Every couple is like that, and I’m wondering if that’s what Matthew wanted me to see. I’m wondering if this is his attempt at making me think that all this is normal. There’s another orgasmic scream, and I look up at my next guest, and can’t keep my jaw from dropping. I couldn’t see before with all the other couples and equipment in the way, but there’s a woman strapped to a big wooden X.
She’s completely naked, wrists and ankles wrapped in cuffs just like mine, and they’re attached to the wood. There’s a thump on the floor as her Dom, a man in leather pants and without a shirt, drops the vibrator that he had been using on her. She’s writhing against the wood and I can’t tell if she’s trying to get free or if she’s still in the throes of her orgasm. I’m about to offer him some champagne when he unties his pants and lets his cock spring free.
I instinctually look away, and I feel the burning of the flush that’s covering what feels like my entire body. I realize I’m looking towards Matthew and he smiles a slow, lazy smiles and nods back towards the couple. He told me that if they were busy I was supposed to wait and watch until they were free. I swallow and look back just in time for him to step up to the X and slip inside her. She moans, and I watch as he begins to fuck her. I watch her face, and even though she doesn’t have a choice, she looks okay. She looks more than okay, she looks rapturous.
I imagine myself in her place, and suddenly I can’t stop. I think about what it would be like to be in that position, completely vulnerable, and not just anyone, but Matthew the one holding me captive. I’m suddenly wet and aware that the outfit that I’m wearing is not enough to hide it to anyone in the room. The man slams into her, again and again, and I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. It doesn’t look she’s trapped at all, and seconds later she’s begging the man for permission to come. He doesn’t give it, and she’s writhing on him as he continues to fuck her.
Finally, she asks again and he growls a yes that ends with another orgasmic scream. I don’t watch porn often, but if it affects me this much, maybe I should. I’m almost dripping, and I’m tempted to tell Matthew that I’m ready for the sex part of this to start. But I know that it won’t happen if I don’t stay here and finish the task he’s given me.
The man finishes and immediately sets to work unstrapping his sub. She slips limply into his arms and he gathers her in a blanket, settling into a nearby chair. It’s not until he glances up towards me that I dare walk forward. He gives me an appreciative glance up and down. “Who do you belong to?”
I grit my teeth, fighting the retort that I belong to no one. But in this context I know the answer he wants, so I lower my eyes. “Matthew.”
He reaches out and takes a glass from the tray. “I saw you waiting patiently. I’m sure your master is very proud of you for such excellent service.”
