Brad and I followed the other guests to the dining room and took our seats across from Warren near the head of the table. He instructed Johnny and James to hook Miranda up to a wall mount that faced the table. At first I thought it was a St. Andrews cross, but there was a seat that came down from the wall for her to sit on. She giggled as she sat and the two slaves attached her arms to cuffs on each side of the cross. Then they each took a leg and secured her ankles to a second pair of cuffs by her hands.
"I installed the seat so she could stay in that position for greater lengths of time," Warren explained to Brad. "I like to eat my dinner slowly."
"She certainly seems to enjoy it," commented Brad.
Indeed, Miranda was all smiles as Johnny and James left her and went into the kitchen. Bridget had gone in there as well, and I wondered if the slaves did not eat at the table with the others. I was glad that I was considered a guest.
Walter sat next to me, and Marsha sat next to Warren. Peter and Gretchen sat next to her and Vince and Barbara sat across from them. We all stared at Miranda's glistening pussy lips, spread partially open by her position. They were pink and swollen from her earlier excitement and more than a little moist.
"She looks good enough to eat," joked Vince.
"Yes, she does," agreed Warren. "Maybe for desert."
Just then Mary came out of the kitchen dressed in a French maid's outfit carrying a tray of salads. Louis, dressed in tuxedo pants, no shirt, and a bow tie, carried another tray. They each served one side of the table, and curtsied and bowed before returning to the kitchen. Peter and Gretchen seemed pleased with their performance.
"God, I love that outfit," growled Peter. "I'm going to have to chase her around the kitchen when we're done eating."
"I thought you'd like it," smiled Gretchen. "I found the costumes on the internet and ordered them." She looked at the others and laughed. "Can you believe how technical I'm getting?"
"A lot of people are shopping on the internet now," agreed Barbara. "Especially for adult toys and bondage equipment. It's much more private that going to a store."
"Yeah, but not as much fun as taking you there myself," said Vince. "And trying the paddles out on you in the store."
"In front of God and everybody," grinned Barbara. "I still can't believe we did that."
"I wouldn't have met Joni if she hadn't been out shopping in one of those stores," added Brad. Suddenly all eyes were on me and I felt the heat rush to my cheeks.
"Don't tell me this innocent thing was slutting around in one of those stores when you found her, Brad." Marsha seemed to enjoy every opportunity to berate me in front of him.
"Actually, she bought a very lovely pair of panties there," he said, defending me. "Perhaps I'll have her wear them tomorrow."
"And you were in there as well?" asked Gretchen.
"No, I met her later, across the street in the coffee shop. But I noticed the bag right away and wondered what was in it, so I invited her to a cup of coffee."
"That's why you invited her to join you?" asked Barbara.
"Curiosity always gets the better of me." He grinned and then leaned over and kissed my cheek. "That and the site of her ass as she bent over and looked at the pastries."
The topic of adult toy stores branched into the best leather makers on the West coast and favorite adult toy stores and products. By the time Mary and Louis served the main course of salmon and rice, Warren and Brad were discussing a business venture and the other couples were discussing their travels in Europe. I ate in silence, occasionally looking up at Miranda and finding her watching us. She would catch my eye and smile and I would acknowledge her and smile back. I was surprised how the others could ignore her presence as if she were nothing but a wall ornament. But then, I felt as if I was to remain silent unless spoken to as well. Was an ornament on the wall any different than an ornament at the table? As if reading my mind, Marsha pushed her plate away and turned to Warren.
"How do you plan on rewarding Miranda for such a fine display tonight. She looks absolutely elegant up there, and quite inviting. The perfect table dressing."
Warren looked up at Miranda and winked. She smiled back and wiggled her ass slightly on the seat.
"Well, she's managed to keep me hard for an entire meal," admitted Warren, staring at her pussy lips. "I'm probably going to give her more than I should."
"Oh do," laughed Marsha. "I would so enjoy watching you reward her."
"Well, for no other reason that to please you, my dear..."
He pushed his chair away from the table and walked over to Miranda. With one hand he caressed her breast and with the other unzipped his robe. She moaned softly, looking down at his cock coming toward her. The seat was the perfect height for his entry and she inhaled quickly and he plunged his cock inside of her. His hands slid up her arms and clasped her hands and he withdrew and lunged in again. Their bodies lay hidden behind his cloak, but the movements were enough to tell the story. They kissed deeply, as if unaware of the silent audience watching them.
I squirmed in my seat, aware of my own excitement and caught Marsha watching Walter to ensure that he was not touching himself beneath the table. Brad took a sip of wine and slid his hand up my leg while he watched. When he found the pool of silky moisture, he looked over at me and smiled.
"I do love the messy ones," he whispered in my ear, biting the lobe before he turned back to watch Walter and Miranda. He was quickening his pace just as Mary started to come from the kitchen with desert.
"Oh," she whispered, and ducked back into the kitchen.
Before long, Bridget was peeking through the door and watching Warren as he came inside Miranda with a growl. As if knowing Bridget was watching, he kissed Miranda sweetly on the lips and turned toward the kitchen door.
"Bridget," he called.
"Sir?" she answered, stepping into the room.
"Come clean this for me."
He held his cloak open as she moved cautiously toward him and knelt. Clasping her hands behind her back, she inhaled his cock into her mouth and gently cleaned it with her tongue. He closed his eyes as if to tolerate the sensitivity of his cock, or perhaps to just savor the feeling. When she had done enough, he stepped away.
"Now I want you to go and clean up Miranda the same way... and this time I want to hear her cum."
Bridget's face had a look of anger as he walked back to his chair and sat down. He did not wait for her to answer or disobey as he refilled his glass of wine. Bridget knelt obediently in front of Miranda and began to lick between her folds.
"Oh that was such a treat, Warren," purred Marsha. "You've got me ready to start working my crop."
"I'm sure you'll make them work hard for it," laughed Warren.
"Yes, I will." Marsha stared at Walter with look of promise.
As if trying to get her mission over with as soon as possible, Bridget worked steadily on Miranda's clit, flicking and sucking until Miranda begged her not to stop. Her body shook against the wall as she came, screaming, "oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, ohhhhh."
"Well done, Kitten," praised Warren, waving her over to his lap. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her affectionately. "Thank you."
She seemed to bask in his praise.
"Please go ask Mary and Louis to serve our desert and coffee in the living room," he instructed. "And ask James and Johnny to help Miranda down from her post."
As she got up, he turned to the guests at the table. "Shall we ladies and gentlemen?" He pointed toward the living room and we all followed his lead.
©Copyright 1998 Angela Preston. These stories may not be reprinted in any form without written permission.