 Indeed it hasn’t been a smart move on Destiny’s part, but it has been such a pleasurable one to watch, Master Dusk thinks to himself, ensconced as he is in his study and sitting back in his chair, one ankle crossed over the other and his feet balanced on the edge of his desk in what is a very relaxed poise. After attending to all his other duties as Senior Master of the Lair he had shut himself away in his study with strict orders not to be disturbed unless it was a crisis of NATO proportions that demanded nothing less than his urgent attention or there would be hell to pay.
After issuing Sara with her instructions and sending her off to help Destiny clean up Master Dusk has been viewing the monitors in the chamber constantly, therefore missing none of Destiny’s little impromptu solo performance. Of course it is another infraction that she will need to be reprimanded for, something he plans on taking care of personally this time. He has to admit there is something about this female, more so than any other that has ever visited the Lair, that intrigues him, every time he thought he had her sussed out, he was forced to change his opinion of her as she revealed more layers of her personality, each one deeper than the last, she is turning out to be quite an enigma. But then again he has never been one to back away from a challenge and whether he likes it or not he has the distinct feeling she is going to be one.
A wicked smile spreads over Master Dusk’s face, lighting up his features and making his eyes crinkle up at the corners, so Destiny has enjoyed her little display has she, well let’s see how much she likes being displayed solely for the pleasure and use of an audience. Turning off the volume on the monitor but leaving the picture on, Master Dusk lifts the internal phone and calls the head chef in the kitchen, setting the wheels in motion for his plan.
Meanwhile, Sara ensures that her every move is meticulously carried out, fully aware that Master Dusk is watching the chamber monitors, just the knowledge of it causing the small hairs on the nape of her neck to stand on end. Sara briskly but thoroughly shampoos Destiny’s long, thick tresses, lathering them up and rinsing them with jugs of fresh lukewarm water until it is squeaky clean. With her head tilted back Destiny thinks there is nothing quite so sensuously pleasurable as having your scalp massaged by someone who knows just how to do it, strong yet gentle fingers, warm water to rinse the suds away and finally a scalp massage that leaves you tingling all over. All too soon Sara has finished her task and motions for Destiny to exit the tub, the water already swirling away. As Destiny steps from the bath, Sara engulfs her in a huge fluffy, freshly laundered towel, carefully patting dry where the flesh is bruised and cut, before towelling the rest of her skin so vigorously it glows with an almost luminescent sheen.
Sara unlocks the vanity case and pulling a jar of calendula ointment from it she opens it and smears a generous quantity over the various cuts on Destiny’s body before giving the bruises the same treatment, only this time with arnica ointment. Destiny is unsure just what sensation she finds the most soothing, the coolness of the ointments being applied, or the gentle reassuring touch of Sara’s delicate fingers. Sara finishes administrating the ointment and inspecting Destiny’s body, finally satisfied that she hadn’t missed any contusions and wraps Destiny up in a fresh dry towel before turning her attention to her hair.
Sara sprays a lightly fragranced leave in conditioner over Destiny’s hair before running a comb through it, making sure it travels from root to tip each time. A few moments later exchanging the comb for a round brush, Sara blow dries Destiny’s hair, manoeuvring her head forwards and backwards, weaving strands of hair around the brush, teasing her hair into a mass of exuberant curls, which Sara then pins to the top of her head, allowing only a few loose tendrils to fall around Destiny’s face, softening her features. Pleased with her efforts, and hoping Master Dusk will be too, Sara packs away the hair accessories before taking out a cosmetic palette that would rival any professional make up artist’s case. Her attention now concentrated entirely on Destiny’s face, she works silently as she applies a light base of tinted moisturiser followed by a dusting of translucent powder, evening out Destiny’s skin tone. Sara decides against using some blusher, the high colour in Destiny’s cheeks already giving her a becoming flush of colour. She applies some coppery toned eye shadow to her lids, accentuating the golden flecks in Destiny’s green eyes, followed by two coats of dark brown mascara, making her eyelashes seem longer and thicker than they actually are. Carefully and with a steady hand Sara takes a lip pencil and outlines Destiny’s lips, perfecting her pout before filling it in with a warm, earthy tone of high shine waterproof lipstick, complementing the eye shadow and Destiny’s features perfectly. The finishing touch is a quick spray of Thierry Mugler’s aromatically exotic Angel perfume on both of Destiny’s wrists and behind her knees.
Sara walks over to the door of the chamber and reaches up, lifting down a padded clothes hanger with two garments on it, dutifully passing it over to Destiny. After spending so much time naked at the Lair it feels strange to Destiny to suddenly be given clothes. However, she takes them gratefully from Sara with an almost sincere sounding thank you. She pulls the first garment free of the hanger, discovering it to be a blouse, and slips it on, the sheer white, barely there gossamer clinging to her upper body, showing off the swell of her breasts to their best advantage, her hard pink nipples already clearly visible through the flimsy fabric. Next, she slips into the black trousers, and while the ties at the bottom of them encircle her ankles, Destiny discovers they are not as conservative as they appeared at first glance, for they are slashed all the way up the sides of her legs, revealing quite a bit of her shapely ankles and calves, ensuring that she is by the Lair’s standards elegantly but erotically attired.
Adhering to yet another stipulation of the Lair, Destiny wears no lingerie whatsoever, causing her to feel more naked now than when she has been entirely nude earlier. A pair of black leather extremely high heeled shoes complete Destiny’s sexy ensemble, the intricate complex straps winding around her ankles and snaking part of the way up her calves. Sara leads Destiny over to the only full length mirror in the chamber - the one on the wall beside the table with the various nozzles attached - and encourages her to admire her own reflection. Destiny is stunned, the reflection staring back at her looks like her but at the same time doesn’t, although she is aware of her attractive features she has never envisioned she could have looked anything like this. Sara smiles as she watches Destiny’s reaction to her transformation; extremely pleased by it and hoping against hope it will score her a few extra brownie points with her beloved Master Dusk. Sara would walk barefoot over hot coals to hell and back if it meant she would receive one word of cherished praise from Master Dusk’s lips. Something that all the other submissives have quickly picked up and constantly tease her about, Sara just smiles back at their good natured banter, keeping her thoughts to herself.
Destiny follows Sara along the rabbit warren of passages and into a vast banqueting hall where a table awaits her. She suddenly jumps, startled as Sara issues the order, "Strip and get up on the table!" Destiny quickly follows her instructions, stripping off everything apart from the shoes; if there is one lesson that she has learned during her short time at the Lair, it is to obey, and that it is better to do it with good grace. Once up on the table, Destiny lays on her back, covering almost the full length of the table, her wrists and ankles instantly fastened to its corners, holding her in place, spread-eagled. Her breasts jiggle before settling down, but still protrude upwards in a most impressive manner, erect nipples pointing skywards at the ceiling.
Destiny’s body jolts as a door bangs, writhing on the table in an attempt to see what is happening. A pair of male chefs appear into her line of vision, dressed only in their trademark hats and aprons, the tell tale sign of their arousal very apparent as both hard cocks push the aprons out in front as their eyes fall on the mouth watering sight of Destiny spread eagled and bound.
Without further ceremony, both chefs proceed to dress Destiny as a lavish, ornate dessert. They decorate her body with a selection of sauces, covering it in swirling patterns. Whipped cream shaped exquisitely around her breasts, nipples topped with cherries. As Destiny tries to adjust to the various textures covering her naked body, she feels small pieces of fruit being gently pushed into her rapidly moistening pussy and a small brush tickling her as a honey glaze is being applied all over her bare mound and hairless pussy lips. The chefs continue to busy themselves with crowning Destiny’s head with a beautiful chocolate tiara and arranging a variety of small cakes and tarts on her torso, not satisfied until she resembles a delectable and exotic patisserie display. Destiny moans loudly as even her ass is not neglected, feeling a large, firm banana, still in its skin being pushed deep into her until only the stalk remains visible.
One of the chefs’ places two fingers on her chin, making Destiny open her mouth, into which he places a large red candle, effectively holding her jaws open at a full stretch. Destiny flinches as two more candles are placed in her open hands.
She jumps as Master Dusk’s stern tone unexpectedly sounds behind her, "These will encourage you to remain still," he explains, as he moves around her lighting the candles. "If you do not move, the wax will have cooled by the time it reaches that soft skin of yours. If you do decide to move, well, it won’t burn you, but it will be unpleasantly hot."
Even as Master Dusk finishes speaking, Destiny turns to look pleadingly at him, a drop of the wax from the candle falling onto her cheek, making her wince in pain, the movement causing another hot drop to quickly fall. Using all her willpower, she struggles to remain still, a lone tear trickling down the side of her face, as she resolutely stares at the ceiling.
Work busily continues around Destiny in the restaurant. Bowls and cutlery are strategically placed around her. The sound of chairs scraping against the floor can be clearly heard as they are neatly arranged around the table, and the lighting adjusted to a soft glow, before the doors are opened to the banqueting hall. By this time, the candles have dribbled a considerable quantity of lukewarm wax down their sides and onto Destiny’s skin, where it has pooled and set, effectively holding the candles in place. Even if she tried to drop them she couldn’t, they were set fast. Her mouth is sealed shut by the wax, creating a very effective gag around which no intelligible sounds can emerge.
As the Masters, Mistresses and their guests enter into the banqueting hall, they murmur collectively in surprise and delight, congratulating Master Dusk on his creativity and ingenuity as their eyes fall on the centrepiece taking pride of place upon the table. Almost immediately a crowd of people surrounds Destiny, the whites of her eyes showing as she tries to survey the activity around her, while striving to keep her head still. Some of the guests have already picked up bowls as they begin to help themselves to the food displayed on and in her. Destiny shudders as the first cold serving spoon touches the warm sensitive skin of her belly, resulting in more wax splattering down unto her unprotected face.
Strange fingers prod into her pussy, all eager to collect pieces of the precious fruit contained inside it. Several times over Destiny feels the banana being removed with a slick, twisting movement, whereupon one of the ever attentive waiters immediately inserts a fresh one before she has a chance to close up.
"Mmmm, she does warm it up nicely," one of the men laughs. Destiny’s face blushes almost as red as the candle between her stretched lips.
As the supply of finger foods diminishes, the guests’ attention turns to the sweet sauces that still liberally coat Destiny’s flesh. Tongues begin to lick at her, literally all over her body. She feels the cherries being lifted from her erect nipples as the whipped cream is hungrily lapped from her breasts, eventually a probing tongue finding its way to her pussy.
"Mmmm, honey," says a soft, purring female voice. "My favourite."
Destiny desperately tries to remain still as the persistent tongue licks firmly at her pussy, but yet again her body betrays her. Her hips begin to buck as her eyes close, the hot wax sent spraying, finding its mark. Muffled squeals escape from behind Destiny’s wax gag as her body spasms, her muscles clenching tightly against her restraints. There is a soft ripple of laughter as her ass contracts and squeezes the banana slowly out, the fruit landing gently between Destiny’s spread legs. The female with a taste for honey scoops it up, peels it, and begins to eat it in a suggestive manner. The crowd chuckles appreciatively, some of them still lingering over the succulent body in front of them. Destiny rolls her eyes again, trying to focus on the people around her. The whole lower half of her face is covered in a mask of red wax, a good six inches of thick candle still protruding obscenely from it, her nostrils flaring as she breathes heavily.
The crowd that surrounds her slowly begins to drift away and two almost naked serving girls come over to attend to Destiny. Gently they snuff the candles before removing them, peeling the wax away from her skin. They wash down her body with warm flannels until her skin is clean and gleaming under the soft lighting. Just as they finish, Master Dusk returns, his presence announced by the stomping of his bots on the stone floor. Silently, the attendants unfasten the restraints, helping her down from the table. They lead Destiny over to a short platform made of padded wood. A multitude of leather straps are dangling from it, and a headrest, also padded, mounted at a slight angle at one end. Two large chrome wheels are attached to either side, resembling a ship’s tiller and the whole device is mounted on heavy duty castors.
It is onto this platform that Master Dusk bids Destiny lie. It is short, her ass and legs hang over the end. Diagonal straps criss-cross over her torso, leaving her breasts fully exposed, but also pushed upwards and out. The straps are buckled very tightly, pinning her arms down by her sides. The platform - although sturdy - is so short that she could curl her fingers around its lower edge. Broad leather cuffs are fastened around her thighs and ankles and clipped together to hold her legs doubled up. The cuffs are then pulled back towards Destiny’s head and fastened to the straps around her torso, holding her legs up and spread wide apart.
Master Dusk steps up to the trolley and releases a ratchet, swivelling one of the chrome wheels until Destiny is suspended head down. The platform is clearly finely balanced, as Master Dusk has barely exerted any effort at all. A loud gasp escapes from Destiny’s lips, followed by another as Master Dusk forces a large cylindrical object into her pussy. It is very long with a rounded end like a huge phallus, and it fills her completely, the ridges along its length stimulating Destiny beyond belief upon its entry.
A similar, though slightly smaller object is inserted into her upturned ass. Both are considerably larger than the average sized cock and Destiny feels stretched to her limits. The deceptively ingenious devices narrow around the neck, making it impossible for her to expel them. Looking up through her legs, she watches as the two vessels, which are clearly hollow, are filled with richly coloured liquids. Master Dusk puts stoppers into the two containers, pushing them harder and deeper into Destiny, forcing another groan from her lips.
"Strictly speaking, theses are not bottles," explains Master Dusk, "Although they are made of glass to my own special design. They are built to cope with extreme tolerances and will not under any circumstances break. The one in your pussy is filled with port, and the one in your ass with brandy. Both are exceptional vintages as befits such a grandiose setting." Master Dusk leans over Destiny’s body, his mouth at her ear. "Welcome to life as a drinks trolley, my slut!" His hand smacks her ass before he walks away, chuckling wickedly as he does so.
With that, the platform is returned to its horizontal position and a large rubber ball gag strapped into Destiny’s pouting mouth. The ’bartender’ runs his fingers over her body, giving each bottle an experimental twist. Her eyes are left un-blindfolded as he wheels her into the bar area of the hall. As the first guests approach, the barman reaches below the platform to where a rack holds an array of exquisite cut crystal glasses. The first guest asks for port. The bartender swivels Destiny head down, and pulls the cork from the bottle in her pussy. She can feel the tugging against her insides as he does so, skilfully tipping her past the horizontal, holding the glass in place until it is full. He tips her upside down again, replacing the stopper, before handing the drink to the delighted guest.
The next guest requests a brandy and Destiny feels the delicious tugging transferred to her ass. The bottle vibrates ever so slightly as the liquid trickles out of it, and she is very aware of the ridges rubbing inside her as they move. She begins to secrete moisture very quickly.
Another guest requests a port and brandy, and with a practised hand the bartender flips Destiny beyond the vertical to hang from the platform, which is now upside down. With both corks removed, the two liquids drizzle out into the glass, less brandy than port due to the slightly more elevated position of its unique container.
As she is lifted and dropped, Destiny can see the guests milling around her. They seem almost unaware of her vantage point as head down; she is able to see up whatever skirts, dresses, shorts etc, that they have chosen to wear. An array of cocks and pussies parade before her eyes, most in various stages of arousal. This view coupled with the ceaseless movement of the objects embedded in her, brings her closer and closer to orgasm. The bartender spots the telltale flush on her chest, and stops serving for a moment. With her head down, the orgasm is one of the most intense that Destiny has ever experienced, and it tears through her body like a runaway freight train. As the shudders die away, and the groan from her mouth evaporates, the barman returns to his work as though nothing has happened.
Destiny desperately tries to catch a glimpse of Master Dusk’s face from between her spread legs, anxious to see if her misdemeanour has remained unnoticed by him. Twisting her neck to the side she finally sees him and although his face remains devoid of expression, her stomach sinks, she knows that somehow he is fully aware of what happened. Her head returns to its former position, hanging low as the bartender serves the last of the drinks.
Eventually the drinks run out, and Destiny is wheeled away. The bottles are slowly pulled free from her, one by one. Her holes gape open, and her juices glisten around them. She is released from the trolley, staggering slightly as one of the earlier attendants helps her to step down from the table, holding her steady, until she is able to pull her clothes back on.
Master Dusk clicks his fingers, immediately gaining Sara’s attention, "Take the slut to my private chambers." A pang of jealousy stabs Sara’s heart, wishing she was in Destiny’s place, and she hurriedly says, "Yes Master, thank you, Master." But not before Master Dusk has noticed the fleeting envy on her face, something he will be sure to whip out of her at a later time.
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