As for Sir, I learned that he was a stickler for punishment, but he preferred his submissives to stand in the corner or kneel or withhold orgasms over any sort of physical punishment. However, he would do whatever was appropriate in the moment. It was also brought to my attention that Sir read at least four books a week, sometimes more, and he was a fan of old gangster movies.
I liked learning new things about them because it made me feel closer to them.
“The decorations are complete, Master Moore,” one of TJ’s submissives informed Sir after waiting for him to acknowledge her.
Sir placed his hand on my back. “Shall we?”
I wasn’t sure what it was he wanted to show me, but I nodded. Then, with his hand curled comfortingly around the back of my neck, Sir guided me into the house. It looked the same as it had earlier, the romantic Christmas ambience in full effect, only now there were…additional decorations. In the form of submissives, both women and men.
Unlike when Master and I were at TJ’s house, I found this new discovery interesting. Perhaps that was because I had permission to actually look at them.
“Some submissives find this exciting,” Master explained when he joined us. “The fact that they are used as an object can be quite stimulating.”
Personally, I did not see the appeal. Being set aside and ignored was definitely not my thing.
We walked directly up to a naked woman who had been painted with blue and silver paint from her head to her toes. Her body was arranged in a way that exposed her pussy and her ass, although no one seemed to be paying her any mind at the moment. I wasn’t sure exactly what her purpose was, but I figured someone would get a kick out of her eventually.
There was another naked woman positioned at the end of the sofa. She was on her hands and knees, her back perfectly straight, her head held high as she faced the opposite direction of all the people. I noticed she was wearing a decorative plug in her ass and someone had set their drink on her back. I assumed that meant she was a table. I respected her ability to remain completely still. That glass had to be cold.
“Are people allowed to…um…touch them?” I asked Master and Sir.
“Yes. And the submissives were made aware of that before they took their positions. As with any other play, they have safewords should they feel the need to use them,” Sir explained. “This is actually TJ’s preference with his own submissives. And he offers training for both collared and uncollared submissives and slaves. Being invited to train at his school is quite a privilege.”
That was an interesting notion. The idea of a school for submissives… It piqued my curiosity. Granted, I had no intentions of ever going to a school. I much preferred to be trained by Master and Sir.
Master turned me around. My gaze searched the room for what he was directing me to look at. That was when I noticed one of the submissives was being used as a platter, very similar to the setup at Master Arlington’s home. She was laid out flat on a long table while lettuce leaves and various finger foods decorated her body.
“They are trained to remain absolutely still, no matter what. Should they move, make a sound, or come, it’s grounds for punishment, which they will receive when the party is over.”
That sounded incredibly painful. And not the punishment part. I wasn’t sure I’d be capable of remaining still, certainly not if I was being teased. I watched two of the unattached Doms carry on a casual conversation while one of them fingered the woman’s pussy, the other tweaking her nipple. I had to admire how well she was doing, because there was no way I would be able to obey the rules.
All in all, there were six women and two men, all from the harem TJ had brought with him, who were posed and decorated as various pieces of furniture and décor.
I glanced between my masters. “Is this something that turns you on?”
“It can be an interesting experience,” Master stated as Sir nodded in agreement.
“The main reason you’re not set up similarly is because we wanted this to be a learning experience in other ways,” Sir explained. “Plus, we’re not allowing anyone to touch you without our permission. Like I told you earlier, we’re still abiding by our office agreement.”
Oh. Well, thank goodness for that.
I also took that to mean that my four bosses would not be having sex with anyone outside of our little group. I’d admit, I liked that.
Still trying to take it all in, I surveyed the room, admiring everything taking place around me. My attention was drawn to a Dom who was leading his submissive around by a leash. It probably wouldn’t have seemed odd except the submissive was on her hands and knees, crawling behind him. She was wearing a pair of cat ears and a long, furry tail coming out of her…ass.
