I'm led to the toy table. The ughs from the table behind me bounce off the walls, creating a haunting echo. I've been to these types of parties plenty of times. Normally, I have a few partners. It is always a lot easier when I do. Those girls aren't normally sves, keeping the py a bit more vanil. I don't seem to have that luxury today. Mistress strips me herself. Then begins to get me correctly dressed as their bound waitress.

  Arms bound behind me. Which I'm somewhat grateful for; I won't have to remember orders or pour any of the drinks. I just have to walk around. Then es the trays. I get a strap over each shoulder along with strong cmps on my nipples to hold them up. My nipples get the majority of the pressure; the straps are really just for backup.

  "Spread."

  "Yes, Mistress." She forces a tail plug into my ass. I hate this thing. They insist on my having it. I have a beautiful tail. It's infinitely better than anything attached to a butt plug could be. It really is just one girl here who demands it. She better never e in an alley when I'm free. es the new heels, eight inches. I'll be walking on my toes tonight.

  "Open." For this and, I just open my mouth with no verbal response. Luckily, the gag isn't too big. After that, an orphan girl starts putting drinks on my tray, stretg my nipple painfully. The clips must have magic to stop liquids from flowing out of my nipples as her milk nor blood spills out.

  Once she adds the eleven drinks, I head to the table. Mistress goes ahead of me and is already sitting. I serve eaan individually, needing to stop beside them so they grab their drink. Ohe drinks are served, I walk back to get food. It seems like they will be sharing the food, as only three dishes go on my tray before I walk back.

  A lull in the versation occurs, making my heels the only sound in the room. Every eye in the room follows my feet. I erfectly, as I have for the past three years: with even steps and a steady pace, each foot falling right in front of the iving my waist a perfect sway.

  "Told you. Perfect. She is better than some of the princesses in heels. She do that iwice that size."

  Oh, Mistress was showing me off. Should I be proud? Why not? A win is a win for a sve. They take the food off, and I have nothing to do but stand still. They start talking about how their brothels are going. Mistress seems to be doing the best. Me and Yuki draw a lot of people. Between the easy way to get pregnant and my high-sex skills, I'm very popur. I guess I have more kids spread throughout this try than I would have expected. Wish I could raise them, or at least meet them.

  They all join in pining about taxes. Mom always pined about them, too. I've never had to pay any, the one perk of being property my entire adult life. I'm not looking forward to figuring them out when I'm free.

  "Bitch get us another round." A plump woman demands. I turn and do my perfect walk bad forth for the sed round of drinks. During the sed round, the owner finally makes it back from her argument.

  "That bitch called the guards. They just said it would be ugly in the courts. Nobody wants to call a duchess in to talk about her fug a whore causing Maggie to storm off. Thanks a lot for leavih that."

  "Well, ban idiots faster. He has been raping girls here for weeks."

  "Whatever, I need a drink. Something strong." I make my run again.

  "Food." es from anirl, making me another run. More food gets pced on it, and I head back. My nipples are on fire. Ass is just a little sore from the plug. One problem with life mana healing things, my holes always return to their starting size.

  "Get the meals, sve," one says. I didn't notice who, but it doesn't really matter. I turn and walk. Soups. All are filled to the brim oable. The orphan girl looks nervous as I walk over to her.

  "Mhmm!" I try to scream. Hot soup runs down my tits, nearing my stomach, before Mistress s me off with her mana.

  "Sve, heal yourself," Her tired voice rings out, letting me relieve the pain. The orphan girl is quickly repced as if she had made a mistake and not followed the bitches order. The fug owner better hide when I'm free, or I'll make her take a bath in a volo.

  They already have a new soup ready, so my trays get filled with twelve bowls of soup, all threatening to spill on my way back. I don't spill a drop. I see it pisses them all off. I hate how they judge the girls who work at these parties. Even the ones who aren't sves are just some monkeys for these pieces of shit.

  After the first course, a few musis e out and start pying. Filling the empty room with soft sounds. Then es the main course. The top girl from this brothel pys a piece during it. It's a simple piece, but she pys it well. Her voice was good, better than most of the girls we have, but inferior to Yuki's.

  After the main course, Mistress takes my tray off, nipple cmps stay on. Pg me oable. I'm dessert. Great, at least none of them pick up their forks or knives. Some hands take off the cmps, and the blood and milk stored over the past few hours e spilling out. They all get a good chuckle, seeing what their pain caused me. One of them s me off before they all start to tease me.

  It's rare for me to have twelve girls w with me at owenty-four hands find different spots to tease. One girl gets bold and tches onto a nipple. Then, the ets covered. My legs are forced apart, and a tongue makes its way to my clit. My gag gets ripped from my mouth, and I get an upside-down kiss. The Belly button is , surprisih a strange feeling. , my toes. Shortly after that, someone finally s their lips around my dick. Slowly eleven pairs of lips find a pce to tease; I'm too focused on not cumming to t the number of hands. Then my tail ends up in somebody's mouth.

  Shit, it takes all my focus to not move my tail. Should I just make her keep my tail still? No, losing is better than hurting an owhe twelve mouths and hands start w me closer and close to an asm. I do what I to hold on, but tails aren't meant to be trolled for a long time. Almost all of my focus is on keeping it from destroying the woman's teeth.

  A few more minutes, and I know it is ing.

  "Tmuphai, mumpil." I try to get the warning out, but her kissing stops me. I go over the edge and release into a body-shaking asm. I don't hear any screams, so I guess my tail didn't do any damage. This isn't my most embarrassing asm, but it is up there. I once asmed during bor. They did have some toys on me, but still, bor.

  All the mouths and hands quickly leave as I tense up, my cum spshing onto my stomad tits as I try to catch my breath.

  "I would say well doo you all. But ah at least half a brain knows tails 't be trolled without tremendous effort. Hers being scaled means it could rip your teeth out. ime, see how long she sts when you don't risk your mouth." Mistress says, unimpressed with the dessert. "Up girl. We he real dessert."

  The cmps, gag, and tray are put ba, and I get the st course. I don't know what any of it is. Yuki says they are sweets, but the sweets I got when I was younger never looked like this. There are so many colors and yers. I would think it is a sculpture over a dessert.

  As they all finish the dessert, a small band from the brothel starts to set up on stage. There are four members, three on strings. The st one will sing, I guess, or maybe dance.

  "Over here, sve" es from the dwarven woman. I head over to her, preparing myself the best I to be tonight's eai. The dwarf gives my ass a sp. A terrible one doesn't even make a sound. Ok, maybe this won't be too bad.

  "What is this tattoo. I've never seen one something like this. Who are y to trick with this stupid thing." A belly ugh to mark the end of her words.

  "It is real. The hearts and dots in the middle came ter. I haven't figured out what caused them. It's likely her css."

  "You're peddling a lot of shit today."

  "Her walking has been perfeot a drop spilled. She correctly chose not to destroy your teeth at dinner. I haven't lied. She is perfect. I'm going to miss her when that colr falls off."

  "Hmph, that stupid kitsune has given you too much luck or cast a spell on this whore. I'm happy to see what happens whes bored and leaves."

  "I will agree the pair is helping me a lot. I have some pns to keep my streak going."

  "When is the band going to start. They're just sitting there." A new girl asks. The music starts right as she finishes. Guess they o be told to py. "Much better. Now we stop paring tits. The sve has us all beat. I want to start pying with her, or is there something else pnned before that?"

  "Have her dance first."

  "That would be o see."

  Mistress looks worried. So maybe I didn't do well at my st performance like I thought. Shit, I don't o make Mistress mad. I'll get dragged to another of these.

  "Girl, get over here," she says. She removes the tray and straps; the clips stay on. She takes the binds off my arms. "Go, I know you aren't trained for this, so just try something. I won't punish you for your performance. I've made no promises about your dang."

  "Ymhes, Miphtrenhos," I say. It earns me a pyful sp on my tit and a smile from Mistress. Rare look for me.

  "Go," her hand patting my ass for encement.

  I take my time walking to the ter. I've never had to do an actual dance by myself. Just strip and wiggle my body some. Plus, I'm in heels. Just don't fall. That sounds like a pn. Reag the ter of the room, I turn back to the sole table ihe music is slow, so I should be able to make deliberate steps.

  I start with a simple step to my right and in front of me, keeping both legs straight. Arms e out to a little to help with bance. First step down, and then I do it again with my left the other way. I spin on my left foot, just halfway, showing them my ass. Backward step with the right shuffle left and then...

  "Stop, this is just stupid. Sure, she is in time, but why does she look like a pnk of wood out there. I think we o loosen her up a bit."

  "In time and didn't fall. A low bar. I think we all want some fun. Instead of this shit show."

  "I said she didn't know how to dance. Why are you all ag like her not knowing how to dance is a surprise? Girl, e here. You did well. If you knew how to loosen up, the moves weren't a bad idea."

  I'm gd I made Mistress happy. The other are just trying to feel better about their failures. I walk over to Mistress perfectly and stand still. Time for the torture.