Community Dinner:Table Service

Grace watches them like a hawk. They know the rules. Every slave here does. But tonight is community dinner, and nothing slips past her. The new ones are shaky. A tremble when they pour. A hesitation before they kneel. Grace catches it all. She points, snaps her fingers, and the punishment follows fast. Slaps, clamps, crops. They bite their lips and correct. By the time the main course lands, the service is clean. Silent. Perfect. Pistol is already stripped and waiting. They rope her tight, arms pinned, legs spread. The whole House moves in. Hands, mouths, toys. She tries to hold out, but they don’t let her. Every hole is used. She comes hard, shaking, gasping. They keep going until she’s spent and drooling. Grace steps forward next. She’s been gone. Now she’s back, and they’re going to show her what that means. Straps are buckled on. The slaves drop to their knees. One works Grace’s cunt with her tongue while another fucks her from behind, steady and deep. Grace takes it all, hips rocking, breath sharp. They worship every inch until she’s satisfied.