The Steward's Birthday Slave Orgy

The lounge and dining room burn with heat. Two hundred BDSM players have come to celebrate Stefano’s birthday, and they play like they want to burn the place down. Cages rattle. Canes land with that sharp crack. People fuck on every surface—tables, chairs, the long sideboard. Forty-five orgasms count down to his forty-fourth year like shots fired. Four slave girls kneel at the center of it. They’re bound tight, bodies offered up. Mouths stretched around cock, asses spread for deep pounding, skin marked by paddles and dripping wax. The cattle prod spits blue sparks. Electro leads buzz against wet flesh. Pleasure denied, then ripped away. The crowd watches, breathing harder, and the whole room tips deeper into the filth. No one leaves clean.