Dreams - A fine meal
#1 of Dream
A Dream
The cold table was finally perfect. The shrimp display was simply lovley and everything was being kept at a perfect temperature very near freezing but not so low that ice crystals would form. The banquet guests would not be here for 6 hours but the selection of tasty treats on the cold table would be perfect. Gently lowering the cover it would protect the food and be raised automatically with the press of a button.
The chiefs were all working in the kitchen with the preparations for the hot dishes. They would be superb. Side dishes are so important for a tasty meal. not less than 12 different hot vegetable dishes. There were five kinds of potatoes and 3 kinds of yams and sweet potatoes. This was going to be a meal to remember.
The dining room was immaculate with the napkins and service all ready. The coffee was ready on the timer in the giant silver urn. The wine was nestled in the coolers for the waiters to serve. All looked perfect. With six hours left it was my turn to relax and ready myself.
Heading to the servant's bath I stripped and began the scrupulous cleaning my Master required. First I settled my ass over the water flush and turned on the water. Hot water began shooting up into me causing me to cry out as i frantically added cold water. The cooler water soothed the burning tissues of my anus and I relaxed a bit letting my anus grip the nozzle. The water surged into me and the cramps gripped me. Suddenly the pressure forced me to expel and the water blasted into the bowl. The sudden expulsion ended and my anus gripped the nozzle again and the flood of water flooded in causing my belly to swell. This was erotic to me and as I relaxed after the fourth filling I let the fluids drain.
Forty five minutes later i felt very empty. The last of the water had been pushed out and it was quite clean. I shivered a bit as the cold hit. A good clean out like this always made me feel cold even if it was hot outside. But even so the next step was to the shower for a good scrubbing. This was a little more technical because I needed to make sure any old skin was cleaned off along with the funk of the day. It was only the first since i also needed to make sure my body hair was taken care of. Leaving the shower I let the hot air dryer blast me dry. The air was warm and felt good.
Removing the depilator from the cupboard I ran the little pinching teeth all over my body. Feeling few pulls I knew most of what I was pulling was scattered and intermittent. So many years of performing this task had left my skin nude and smooth. Still, I needed to be groomed well. The crotch was always difficult as the hairs liked to grow in the cracks and crevices, but i very carefully let the machine strip those rogue hairs away.
With the hair removed I made one more pass into the shower. This quick rinse was just to flush away the hairs that were clinging to the skin but being alone, I strayed for a short bit and engaged in a fetish of mine. I removed the hand shower I set it to pulse and made the water stream hotter. Holding it just below my ball sack I felt the warmth blasting up into my testes and slowly increased the temperature. When the water was about as hot as I could stand I moved the spray around to the top and cried out as the searing heat pounded on my cock and the pubis around my cock. I kept the water stream moving as it seared into my crotch and when my cock and sac was becoming numb to the heat I returned the stream to just below the scrotum. Bracing myself I quickly cut the cold water letting the maximum heat blast up and bounce my balls in that hellish stream. Screaming out I trembled and cried but held still a long as I could stand before pulling the spray. My balls hurt. They always did when I succeed in partially cooking them. I knew that the ache would be with me awhile. I always loved having that ache because I was a bitch, a bottom, and balls aren't needed by my kind. I never understood why Master never had them removed. Oh well, Master does what he chooses and this one loves all of Master's wishes.
Clean and having dried off I needed something special. Looking into the kitchen cabinet I grabbed a bottle of marinade. Reading the contents the primary content was olive oil. Perfect, I said to myself and laying on a flat slab began pouring it on myself and rubbing it into my skin. The slippery feeling was awesome as I spread it all over me. Looking at the long bar and knowing it would feel awesome as it was pushed inside me I greased the bar. Finally I forced the last of the dressing inside my anus and got ready. This was so kinky I felt myself getting hard. Giggling I grabbed the steel shackles. Always need shackles I said to myself and fastened them to my ankles. I slipped the shackles over the metal bar and slid them, and my legs, down towards the end. This brought the end of the bar near my anus. Here is where I get to feel this bad boy I said to myself. Then I worked the pole into my anus and slid it in. The entrance was easy since the tip was pointed and it felt wonderful as it forced my anus open. Pausing a moment I relished the wonderful feeling of being impaled and relaxed.
With only 5 hours left before the party I knew I would have to hurry so as to be ready for my Master's party. I grabbed the first of two metal bars that were hinged above me and lowered it down. It had a cross member like the letter T and I laid down over it. It nestled behind my shoulder blades and was a trite uncomfortable to lay on. I fastened a chain stainless belt around my chest which bound be to this cross and snugging it, proceeded on. This was terribly erotic and I wanted to just enjoy the moment but was running out of time. Keeping my mind on my task I lowered the last bar. This one was special and had a rubber cover on the end. Taking this into my mouth i began to swallow quickly like taking Master's cock going deep. Once I swallowed it into my esophagus I pushed it deep. Sliding it into me I slid myself down until the pole in my anus was pinching on my insides. Well this was the moment. The large red button on the wall was all that was left. Reaching out to it, I pressed.
There was a whirring sound and the pipe through my mouth and down my throat began to press in. At the same time the metal bar began pushing into me, forcing itself in. A metal mesh lowered down trapping my arms and pushed me into the table. I grunted and gagged as the pipe in my throat entered my stomach. It was hollow and my stomach contents emptied through the hollow tube. However, I screamed around the pipe as the spear in my anus pressed into and through me as it slowly impaled me. The pain was blinding as the spear relentlessly forced its way through me. I forced myself to relax as my cock began spewing and pumping as my balls as they reacted to the impaling. Dizzy i felt a final crunch as the impaling spear met and inserted itself into the pipe which waited for it like a vagina awaiting the cock. I knew my task was almost done. The automation, having completed the spitting was lifting now. As I was lifted the metal mesh was wrapped around me and trapping me into a tight little bundle.
The lifting, pulling on my insides, was intense and I breathed heavilly through my nose. A stainless steel panel opened against the wall and I was moved through the opening into a small chamber with a glass window on the far side. The bar swung into place and dropped, causing severe pain. I cried out. The back panel closed and the sound of an electric moter began it's drone. With a click I began rotating about the pole impaling me. I was becoming dizzy and feeling faint when the sound of fans began. Sudenly there was light and heat. I watched as the light passed by me as I rotated. The heat increased and I felt searing pain as some of the flames lapped over my skin. The intense pain was numbed as I faded.
I don't know how many times I had rotated past that window but you could see the chefs working beyond. The heat was suffocating and burned as I breathed in through my nose. It was warm, very warm, I had stopped sweating. My skin felt crisp and the feeling had all but passed. As the window passed by my sight I couldn't help but think to myself: I hope this is the best dinner party Master has ever had.