In my early stages of subordination, Master John would put me on display for His friends and coleagues.  Sometimes in lewd positions with other women.  We were His human menagerie. 

One particulary arousing memory was when three of us were put back to back on a huge table.  Sitting up tall without leags spread and out hands down onthe table in front of our pusies.  The only thing touoching the table was our asses, the bottoms of our feet and the very tips of our fingers.  We were to sit motionless, nude, and in this position. 

We often did this, but not for this long at a time. 

Master added a new dimension to the menagerie this time, though.  He dusted all around us with powdered sugar.  This exposed every little fidget we mad as it disturbed to dusting of sugar.  We were judged and "adjusted" for the indescretion of moving, even a tiny bit.

I had sat perfectly still for what seemed likehours.  It probably wasn't, in reality, but such exercises make the tiem drag along.  In any case, I found the longer I sat, the more aroused i got. I could feel the other girls adjsuting and squirming etc.   But i was so incredibly turned on by the fat i wasa not to move, all i could do was ignore the pain and please Master.  

My ass cheeks were burning, my knees ached, my lower back was screaming for motion.  But i could not disobey.  i sat longer and concentrated on being absolutely still like never before.  

As the party rolled on someone had noticed i was clearly aroused. i could feel the juices steaing out of me, but it turnd out they were extremely evident because of the sugar alla round me.  They flooded out and made a huge circle on the table, amplified by the sugar, and centered at my pussy.  However, as the crowd gathered to see me sit in a state of arousal, i refised to move.

Teh comments rolled in about how still i was.  Questions whirled around about waht Master was doing to make me so aroused.  But it was jsut the control i had given Him.  Nothing more.

The words I dreaded to hear eventually were utterred  "can we touch her?" 

Followed by the pain ful answer "Sure, feel free to play with her.  She is yours for the night."

 fingers and hands starded groping me.  fingers easily slipped into my well-oiled cunt.  but i remained ridgid.

Needless to say, i eventually broke and was  used by everyone, for hours.

 When it was all over, i climbed back to my perch, cum running out of every orifice, hair caked with cum, breast red from abuse, pussy lips swolen from constant abuse, cum caked on my face. 

Master snapped a pictur, told me that i had moved entirely too much and punsihment would be dealt out tomorrow.  

i began to leak juices again.