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    Home » Miranda is served as the main course, tied & spread

    Miranda is served as the main course, tied & spread

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    By sexcostories on October 23, 2021 Sex Stories
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    Miranda had finally quit her job after six years as a financial planner. It paid well and she had enjoyed it, but it wasn’t her passion. Her dream job had always been cooking.

    In the short term, she had set up a small catering business. There were a few clients arranged during the initial stages; friends, family, and former co-workers.

    Long term, she had a solid business plan. Eventually, she wanted her own restaurant. She already knew someone, a long time friend, who was willing to lease his property to her at a discount price in a few years.

    As Miranda was out having a walk in a nearby park, she sat down on a bench and leisurely checked her phone for messages. There was one heading that grabbed her attention.

    The email was entitled: Urgent! Need Catering!!!

    Hi Miranda,

    This is Jenny Crossman. I was your finance client several months ago. I’m sure you remember me and Richard.

    Anyway, you obviously know about what we do and our lifestyle. We’re getting married and unfortunately the lead chef for our food catering was in a small accident and is unable to tend to our wedding, which is next Sunday.

    I hear you do catering now and that you’re very talented. Can you handle a wedding on short notice?

    Since you know our lifestyle, you can expect that this wedding will have D/s themes and also CMNF. We understand if you wish to decline because of these conditions, but we hope you can keep an open mind for us.

    We expect around 50 guests and we’ll pay you $10,000 for a full course meal for everyone, and we expect you to present it per the rules of our wedding.

    Please think it over and text me!!!

    Jenny

    She had no idea what any of the shorthand slang meant, but she didn’t think it was important. After all, what’s the worst it could mean? The financial numbers and big opportunity left her smiling.

    She remembered the couple well. Back when she was a financial planner, she had helped Jenny and Richard use a rather large inheritance to start a series of bondage themed businesses. Miranda thought it was amusing that such an ordinary, middle-class couple would be interested in something like that.

    Accepting this catering job was an easy decision. It paid extremely well. She loved weddings. And she thought they were an amazing couple. Being a professional, it would be easy for her to look passed the adult-themes.

    She texted Jenny:

    Hi. This is Miranda. Yes, of course I remember you. And yes, I’d love to cater your wedding. The short timeframe is no problem!

    The message was sent and Miranda felt herself in a giddy mood. Suddenly things were looking good. Step by step.

    A text came in return:

    Thx!!! Can we meet at my home tomorrow? The wedding will be on our property. I’ll show you around and provide details. You’re a lifesaver!

    They continued texting back and forth, sorting out the small details. Then it was unofficially confirmed. Miranda had the job and it made her smile.

    ***

    The ranch-style property was a thirty-minute drive away from the city. When she was parking her car in the driveway of the property, she saw Jenny coming out to greet her.

    They smiled and hugged. It had been over a year since they last saw each other. Miranda congratulated Jenny on the wedding and they made other small talk.

    Then came a tour of the ranch-style property where the wedding would be held. At first glance, it looked like the home of an average couple.

    Upon closer look, there were eye-catching things. In the living room, there were pictures of the happy couple posing together in skimpy outfits, with broad smiles on their faces. There were whips and crops displayed on different mantles. There were also a few bondage rooms, but Miranda wasn’t interested in seeing those. What was private, stayed private so far as she was concerned.

    The important things were the large hall, which would be used for the banquet, and the kitchen nearby.

    “You don’t have to worry about the staff,” Jenny explained, as they toured the dining hall. “We have plenty of female volunteers, who are regulars at our business. They’ll be helping to serve and prepare the food.”

    “Naked?” Miranda asked, a playful smile on her lips with an eyebrow raised.

    Jenny smiled. “I know, I know. Weird, right? But it’s a lifestyle that many people secretly enjoy. Who knows, maybe you’ll fall in love with it? We can even give you free services.”

    “I appreciate the offer, but no thanks. I’m far too bland for that.”

    “Most of our clients are ‘bland’ on the surface. But everyone has a dirty side. That’s what makes it so fun.”

    “I’ll stick with cooking,” Miranda winked.

    “Speaking of which, I’ve heard your specialties through a mutual friend, but there’s no time for a taste test. I trust that you’re a great cook.”

    “I’m not a traditional culinary chef by any means, but I’ve been cooking my whole life. That comes with having a long lineage of Italian and French family members. Holidays are always the best.”

    Jenny nodded, liking what she was hearing. “Italian and French food? I love the sound of that.”

    “Shall we create a menu?”

    “I trust your judgment,” Jenny insisted. “All we need are a few courses for about 50 people, which includes our staff. And we’d need an assortment of desserts, particularly liquidy desserts like cream, fruit syrup, and chocolate syrup. You can guess why.”

    There was a playful innuendo in Jenny’s tone and both women nearly blushed over it.

    “Sounds like it’ll be a fun, non-conventional, wedding,” Miranda noted.

    “Oh yes. Exactly what we all want. Now we need to discuss your part.”

    “Great.”

    “We’ll need you to bring the food early. It can be reheated here, no problem. But after the wedding, when the food is served, you’re expected to present the food, per the rules of the wedding.”

    Miranda raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

    “You’ll have to present it naked and in submission, like I mentioned in the email.”

    Miranda’s heart nearly skipped and she felt everything come crashing down. Suddenly her dream job was turning into a nightmare.

    “I didn’t think that was part of the deal,” Miranda said calmly.

    Jenny cupped her own mouth briefly. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Did you understand the terminology I used in the email? I typed it so fast; I was in such a hurry. I assumed you understood it.”

    “Well, is there any way around this? Maybe you can present the meals, or a friend of yours can do it.”

    Jenny slowly shook her head. “It’s the rule to have the head chef present everything. That’s how it works for these types of weddings. I mean, why do you think we’re paying so much?”

    “Oh my goodness,” Miranda sighed. “I deeply, deeply apologize. I’m sorry Jenny, but I have to…”

    “Wait, before you reject this deal, I want you to think about it.”

    “Jenny, I…”

    “Please,” Jenny interrupted again. “Give it a night. Think it over. At this stage, it’s nearly impossible to find another caterer in time for the wedding. And I really like you. Richard adores you, too. You’ll be a great fit for our wedding.”

    “I doubt I’ll change my mind.”

    “Honestly, as a bondage-enthusiast and former psychologist, I think there’s still hope for you. When you helped us establish our businesses, it seemed like you had a curious eye towards everything.”

    Miranda nearly laughed. “Jenny, that was my job. I’m always that way towards clients.”

    “Did you know how many people in finance, real estate, and law, had turned us down because of the nature of our business?”

    “A few, I’d imagine.”

    “A ton,” Jenny said. “And when I was explaining the details of our wedding just now, there was this playful, girlish expression on your face.”

    “What are you saying?”

    “That somewhere, deep down, this excites you. Come on, there’s something about this that grabs your attention.”

    Miranda hesitated and paused. “I guess there’s some truth to that. It’s been sort of a fantasy of mine for a while, long before I met you.”

    “And what would that fantasy be?” Jenny smiled.

    “Well… you know… I don’t want to say it. But you get what I’m talking about. I’ve always been a people-person and I love serving.”

    “Perfect! We can’t have this wedding without you,” Jenny proclaimed.

    “Now you’re just putting me on a guilt trip.”

    “Pressuring you to do something is the last thing I’d ever want. I know it’s a major thing for someone like you. How about this? I’ll send you some material to review tonight. Then after you spend some time with it, email me and let me know your decision. I’ll accept whatever you decide.”

    “What if I turn down the offer?”

    Jenny shrugged. “Then we’ll just have to order a bunch of Chinese food from the nearest restaurant for our banquet.”

    “Oh god. Send me the material. I’ll think it over.”

    “I have a great feeling about this.”

    The funny thing was, Miranda did too.

    ***

    After an early dinner, Miranda sat in front of her bedroom computer to review the series of emails that Jenny had sent.

    Dear Miranda,

    I enjoyed our chat today and I think we have great chemistry. I fully understand if you wish to decline.

    Please look over the material and keep an open mind. Lastly, please understand that the people who will be attending our wedding aren’t perverts or deviants.

    They are normal everyday people. Financial people, teachers, accountants, church goers, religious, atheists, nextdoor neighbors. Every act is totally voluntary. We pride ourselves on consent. Most of all, we pride ourselves on the amazing orgasms we give each other!

    love,

    Jenny

    btw, when was the last time you had an incredible orgasm???

    The message made Miranda smile for some reason. She went through the different links. It was eye-catching stuff, but nothing shocking. Like the vast majority of internet users, Miranda has seen her fair share of online porn.

    But it was the look of contentment on the facial features of those in the dominant and submissive positions that kept her attention the most – the sheer depth of love and trust distinctly came across.

    Miranda wasn’t looking at the images for purposes of titillation. She was looking at the images wondering if she could possibly be in the same room while it happened. Even more importantly, she’d be naked. Fully naked, from head to toe. Miranda remembered the magic number, that there’d be at least 50 people there in all.

    Sure, Miranda had fantasies. And sure, she had exhibitionist fantasies too. But both at the same time? In real life? In front of so many people?

    The thought made her breathe harder

    On her computer screen, there was a video of a woman bent over being flogged. It took a few seconds to realize that the woman on screen was Jenny. The soon-to-married Jenny was naked and her ass was being flogged. It looked painful. It looked agonizing. But Jenny clearly loved it. Smiles appeared on her face between her screams.

    Others appeared on screen. It became a full-on gangbang. Men and women had flipped her over, sucked her nipples, sucked her pussy, and fucked her.

    Most surprising of all, the people in the video weren’t pornstars. They weren’t models with perfect bodies.

    They were regular, everyday people. The kinds of people who worked all day and didn’t have time to spend hours in the gym.

    Suddenly, Miranda felt a lot less insecure about the whole thing. What would be the downside? She’d be getting paid generously. She’d be taking her food career to the next step. And she’d get to indulge in every single fantasy she’s ever had, all at once.

    This would be her chance. After all, everyone at the wedding would be experienced with the bondage and nudist lifestyle. Nobody there would judge her.

    Whatever happened at the wedding would stay there. The information would never spread. An inside secret, forever.

    Miranda picked up her phone and gave Jenny a call, who was ecstatic over the news. They made the final confirmations and Jenny emailed a contract, which Miranda printed out, signed, and then scanned back to Jenny.

    After that call, Miranda called her impromptu unofficial “team,” which consisted of a few friends, nieces and nephews to help prepare all the food over the next few days. They’d help prepare the food in Miranda’s kitchen, then on the day of the wedding, she’d load everything in her SUV and head to the property.

    It was happening.

    The Wedding of Richard & Jenny

    Weddings are always a joyful event. In the past few years, Miranda had the pleasure of attending three of them. One for her sister, another for an ex-colleague, and the other for a close friend.

    But this was much different. Miranda found that out after parking her vehicle and two naked women came to help carry the trays of food. It was a sight which she had expected to see. Miranda was no prude when it came to nudity. She was someone who had been in the gym all her life (although not as much recently) so she was used to seeing naked or nearly naked women waltzing around the locker room.

    What made this strange was that it was so brazen in the outdoor area. Plus the women had their makeup and hair done nicely for the wedding, which was set to take place in a few hours.

    “Lovely to meet you,” a mid-40’s woman said, extending her hand. “You must be the caterer, Miranda. We’ve heard much about you.”

    They shook hands and Miranda shook the other woman’s hand as well. They quickly got acquainted and the women had no shame with nudity.

    “Jenny wants to see you,” the other woman said. “Don’t worry about the food. We’ll set everything up in the kitchen. We’ve got plenty of kitchen experience.”

    “Thanks a bunch, I’ll go find her,” Miranda replied.

    “You’ll have to remove your clothes before you can go inside. The event is already underway.”

    It was a shock. “Oh, where should I leave my clothes?”

    “Anywhere you’d like. You can leave your clothes here and walk inside.”

    Miranda tensed. “I’ll do that indoors.”

    “No problem,” the woman smiled. “Whatever you’re comfortable with. Jenny is in her bedroom preparing for the wedding. Remember, as soon as you get inside, you’ll have to get naked. It would ruin the atmosphere if anyone saw you dressed.”

    After a few parting words, Miranda went inside the property. She walked upright and stiff at the idea that she’d have to soon be naked. Her heart was pounding and it felt like she had just completed a workout.

    The moment she entered, her eyes skimmed the main hall. Men in nice suits were talking and joking amongst themselves. There was one naked woman walking around. It looked as though she was helping to prepare the dining tables.

    No one had seen Miranda yet as she stood by the entrance. God, this was it. Her eyes locked onto a nearby storage room, and when the coast was clear, she briskly walked to the private area, shutting the door behind her.

    It was just her, all alone, wondering how she got herself into this crazy mess. Then she realized the answer, this was for her career, the money, and to explore her sexual fantasies.

    She repeated it in her mind.

    It became her mantra: This is for my career. I’ve been hired to do a job. This is my chance to explore. And I love weddings.

    After the seventh time repeating that to herself mentally, she decided she was ready. The first step was to remove her shoes and socks. The next step was to remove her outer clothing.

    She reached back to unclasp her bra. She reached below to pull her panties away. There it was. Miranda’s naked reflection on the glass window. She ran her fingers through her hair for the final touch, giving her that casual breezy look.

    Miranda felt her nipples harden. There was no doubt about it. She was aroused from being naked and barefoot. And she was aroused at the idea that she would soon step out into the wedding with zero clothes on. Also, she remembered, there may be themes of bondage later. But that wasn’t her concern. Her focus was presenting the food after the marriage proceeding.

    A deep breath for confidence.

    Miranda grabbed her pile of clothes and shoes, then she opened the door, stepping out in the dining hall, naked. To her surprise, the thing she noticed first was the feeling on her feet. The floor was cold and she felt so exposed with no shoes. As she put her clothes down in a safe spot, she felt even more exposed. There was nothing to cover her tits or her cleanly shaven vagina.

    As she stood there awkwardly, the other women passed by, carrying trays of food.

    “Beautiful,” one woman commented.

    “Don’t be so nervous,” the other said. “You’ll fit right in. Hands to your side. Chin up. Tits forward.”

    They made small talk and Miranda headed down the hallway to find Jenny’s bedroom. The small group of men took quick glances at her.

    A few minutes later, naked Miranda found her destination. The door was slightly open and she gave a few knocks.

    “Come in,” Jenny said from inside the room.

    When Miranda entered, she saw Jenny, naked as can be, sitting in front of the dresser, putting the final touches on her makeup. There was a small white veil on her head, along with a red rose tucked on her left ear.

    “You look good,” Jenny smiled. “Beautiful body. Exactly as I had envisioned. I’m so glad you’ve decided to do this.”

    Miranda tried to be brave as she approached. “Thanks. I could say the same about you.”

    “I try my best,” Jenny replied, working on her makeup again. “How are you feeling? Are you okay being naked? Feeling nauseous at all?”

    “It’s daunting, but I’m fine. My heart is beating hard, but it’s calming down.”

    “It’s like diving into a cold pool, isn’t it? The initial shock is the toughest part, but then it feels nice. Then you get the hang of it. Then, you’ll love it.”

    “I couldn’t have said it better,” Miranda agreed tepidly.

    “Is all the food prepared?”

    “Yes, there’s more than enough for everyone. Your staff is beyond helpful. They’re taking care of everything as we speak.”

    Jenny smiled, finishing up her lipstick. “Those women are truly amazing. I feel like the luckiest girl alive to have friends like that. They’ll do anything for Richard and me. But that’s because we give them the best orgasms.”

    “Oh,” Miranda replied, suddenly clenching.

    “Richard thinks you’re hot,” Jenny said bluntly and randomly. “He’s very attracted to you.”

    In Miranda’s experience, when women talk like this, there’s usually a sense of jealousy or bitterness.

    But not this time. Jenny was a woman with a purpose. There was a sense of pride in her voice and a gleam in her eyes. This was the day of her wedding and she was determined to get whatever she wanted.

    “Oh, well, that’s flattering.”

    Jenny’s lips spread. “You don’t understand, he’s really into you. After the first meeting we had in your office last year, Richard talked about how he wanted to fuck you. We had the most amazing sex when we got home. There was no doubt he was thinking of you. When I told him you’d be catering this wedding for us, he had the hottest erection. We fucked afterwards.”

    It was an admission that left Miranda speechless for a moment. Those were the kinds of intimate details that people rarely ever share.

    But why? There must have been a reason, and Miranda was almost terrified to find out what that reason was. Deep down, though, she felt herself becoming curious. She felt herself becoming excited. And if she was honest with herself, this was so very arousing. It was like a dirty game they were playing in the privacy of Jenny’s bedroom.

    “Why are you telling me this?”

    Jenny put her makeup down and faced Miranda, while she was still sitting.

    “I received my wedding gift last night,” Jenny said. “Richard arranged the whole thing. I was tied down on that bed over there. He’s great with knots. I was blindfolded. He secretly invited my bridesmaids. They took turns eating my pussy. Then Richard fucked me. I can honestly tell you that it was one of the most exhilarating nights of my life.”

    Miranda felt her pussy twitch. “Oh, goodness.”

    “Now I want to return the favor. After the wedding, I want you tied in the dining hall when the food is served. Then I want you to be a wedding gift to Richard. Do you like the sound of that?”

    Miranda’s throat suddenly felt dry. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

    “When was the last time you had gotten fucked?”

    “Too long.”

    “Last time you had a mind-blowing orgasm?” Jenny asked, eyebrow raised.

    “Far too long.”

    “You’ve been a straight-laced financial woman for the past several years. When was the last time you truly indulged yourself? I mean, truly indulgedyourself, like nothing else mattered.”

    “I can’t even remember,” Miranda admitted.

    And she was telling the truth, too. Miranda had been a workaholic all her life. She worked hard in school. She busted her ass working for clients in the financial field. There was barely enough time for hobbies, vacations, or self-indulgence.

    Jenny nodded. “I think it’s time. This is what I do. I help people. I help women. That’s what I did as a therapist. That’s what I do now with sex. I help.”

    “What do I have to do?” Miranda gulped.

    “Nothing.”

    Miranda couldn’t believe it. “Nothing?”

    “Nothing at all. All you’d have to do is just lay there on the table. Tied and spread. Richard will do the rest. Maybe some of our other guests as well. They love greeting new women.”

    Oh god.

    “I wasn’t expecting this,” Miranda managed to say. “All I expected was to be naked, see a few things, and present the entrees.”

    “Once you’re in, you’re in. You’ll be financially compensated too, of course. After all, you’re providing extra services.”

    “I’m not a prostitute,” Miranda blurted out.

    Jenny laughed, “I never said you were. Let’s just consider this extra payment as part of your food service.”

    “I watched the video of you last night, being flogged. Will that happen to me?”

    “Do you want that to happen to you?” Jenny teased.

    “No. Nothing with pain.”

    “I’ll let the other girls know then,” Jenny said, standing up so that they were face-to-face and naked with each other. “Seriously, you’re the best. Today is going to be something we’re never going to forget.”

    “For me, it already is.”

    “You’ll get used to being naked. Trust me on that. Before I send you back to the hall, I’ll have to give you one more thing, plus the finishing touches. Face the mirror.”

    The women switched spots and Miranda looked at her naked reflection in the mirror, seeing Jenny standing right beside her.

    Jenny reached for her array of beauty products and applied a bold red lipstick across Miranda’s mouth. Jenny told Miranda to close her eyes, and then eyeshadow was applied.

    “Now you officially look like you’re at a wedding,” Jenny said, admiring her makeup work and Miranda’s natural beauty. “Hold still. There’s still something else.”

    Jenny opened a drawer and held a black collar. She tucked Miranda’s hair back, then wrapped the collar around her neck. The collar was black leather, with a few silver buttons spaced all around it. As Miranda looked at her reflection, she realized that this was going to another level.

    “What’s this for?” Miranda asked.

    “All of the women here will be wearing these when the wedding proceeding starts. It’s to mark your status as a submissive.”

    The thought terrified and excited Miranda at the same time. They both continued looking in the mirror, with the collar being secured around Miranda’s neck.

    “I don’t have any real experience with this, you know. It’s always been a fantasy. Some thought that gets me aroused. I’ve tried the ropes and spanking thing a few times with an ex-boyfriend. It was a disaster each time.”

    “Which is why you need a professional,” Jenny replied, locking the collar around Miranda’s neck. “That’s what we provide. Professionalism. Tell me, what draws you to the submissive fantasy?”

    Miranda thought for a moment. “The idea of ‘letting go’ is interesting. I’ve been a control freak all my life. I guess I’m intrigued by the idea of surrendering my sexuality to someone that knows what to do with it. It’s hard to explain.”

    “You’re not alone. Lots of people secretly enjoy the release of being submissive. There’s something so naughty about being a plaything. A complete fuck toy for others to use. That’s you in a little while. You’ll be a fuck toy for my husband. Are you ready for that?”

    Miranda pursed her lips. “I guess I can give it a try.”

    “I promise it’ll be memorable.”

    Jenny held Miranda from behind, hugging her, pressing her bare tits against Miranda’s bare back. They continued looking in the mirror while Jenny kissed Miranda’s shoulder.

    In that moment, the catering job was the furthest thing from Miranda’s mind. Now, this was entirely about her duties as a wedding gift. A real life human wedding gift, strapped to the table, waiting to be presented.

    ***

    The wedding was a beautiful affair as expected. Men in sharp suits. Women were naked. The happy couple stood at the altar and exchanged their vows.

    Richard looked stellar in his suit. Jenny looked sexy as hell, standing there naked with a veil on her head, a rose tucked behind her ear, and a black collar around her neck. All of the bridesmaids had collars too.

    The vows were exchanged and the people applauded. Miranda’s mind wandered to happy, yet dark, places. She wondered about her own life, wondering when she’d ever meet the right man. And of course, she wondered about the boundaries of her sexuality, if she could actually go through with this.

    Only a week ago, she was a plain everyday woman. Now she stood naked in the back of the room, waiting for her turn. She didn’t need to worry about the food she had brought. That was all taken care of by the small staff of naked submissive women, who had experience with setting up ‘bondage weddings,’ as Jenny had previously called it.

    When the happy newlyweds walked down the aisle, the crowd applauded, and so did Miranda. Then she felt a tap on her shoulder.

    “Miranda, you’re needed in the dining area,” a woman said in her ear. “We’ll need to prepare you now.”

    This was it.

    ***

    At face value, the dining area was properly arranged. There were long tables which circled the room. Plates were perfectly arranged. So were all the utensils and glass drinking cups.

    What made this different, Miranda noticed upon first entering the hall, was that there were naked women strapped spread-eagled on a few tables, with food arranged on their bodies. Their arms and legs spread wide open.

    Miranda wanted to ask, Will I be arranged like that too? But she was too afraid to hear the answer. Instead, she simply followed instructions.

    She was taken to a clear table, near where the newlyweds would be sitting. There were bondage straps on the corners of the table, and Miranda instantly knew that she’d meet the same fate as the other naked women in the hall.

    “Lay down,” the woman casually told her. “Arms and legs apart. It’s easy.”

    Miranda did as she was told. She laid on the table and spread her arms and legs. She tried not to focus on the humiliating position. Instead, she just stared at the tall ceiling as the woman went to work. Suddenly, Miranda wondered how people would like her food. She hoped people would enjoy it. She had worked hard making those dishes, most of which were secret family recipes.

    “There, all done,” the woman said a few minutes later. “You look delicious. The happy couple will love this.”

    Around each wrist and ankle were thick shackles. Her limbs were tied apart and her body was spread-eagled. There was no moving. No adjusting. No place to hide. She was there for the taking. And she knew it would be happening soon.

    “I envy you,” the woman said. “These events are so much fun. Now hold still. We’re going to place the food on your body. It might feel a little cold in some places, but that’s because Richard has a sweet tooth. He loves desserts. Here it comes.”

    Miranda held still as a food cart was pushed towards them and stopped. Two women began wiping Miranda’s body with large wet towels. Then they dried her body with other towels. Then the women arranged food across Miranda’s bare body. She felt warm slices of steak being neatly placed on her belly. Sauce on her belly button. Warm side dishes on her hips. Cold dessert being displayed across her breasts. The coldness made both of her nipples harden, and the women took advantage of that by placing halved cherries on each of her nipples, using her tits as a food holder.

    As Miranda stared at the ceiling, a sacrilegious feeling came over her. Those recipes had been in her family for centuries. Now they were displayed across her naked body while she was bound to the table. Soon, people would feast from her body. Then afterwards, god knows what. Maybe they would eat her pussy. Maybe they would laugh at her. Maybe they would ignore her. Or maybe they’d fuck her senseless.

    All of the food had been arranged and the women left.

    “Here comes everyone,” the woman said briskly. “Good luck. I’m sure they’re hungry.”

    With that, the woman bent down to kiss Miranda on the lips, then she left.

    Now Miranda was all alone, strapped to the table, ready to serve. She couldn’t bring herself to look at anyone. All she could do was hear the sounds of cheerful chatter and jovial conversations. It was clear that this particular crowd was used to the sight of nude women strapped to tables.

    The sounds of the voices came closer as people came nearer. Miranda heard the sounds of plates and utensils being used. People began eating at their seats and conversations grew louder. All the while, Miranda kept her eyes locked on the ceiling. She had no idea what she did to deserve this punishment. She didn’t know why she deserved this humiliation.

    But the fact was, her pussy was wet. With her legs in spread-eagled bondage, anyone coming to get food from her body would be able to see her wetness. At a wedding party like that, who knows, people might even use her vaginal fluids as dipping sauce, she wondered.

    It wasn’t long until someone had approached her with a plate in hand. Through the corner of her eye, she saw some random guy picking pieces of steak from her stomach along with a few side items. Miranda had expected a few crude remarks from the guy, but that never came. Surprisingly, the man was completely nonchalant about Miranda’s state of being.

    Deep down, it kind of disappointed her when the guy walked away without commenting or saying anything to her. It made her feel like a piece of flesh, simply there to serve. Amazingly, that added to her stimulation.

    She went back to staring at the ceiling and listening to the sounds of people eating and talking loudly. She had become used to being naked with the food on her body. But her arms were starting to become sore and her body restless. She needed to stretch, badly.

    “Is this for me?” a man’s voice said.

    It took Miranda only a second to realize that the man was Richard.

    “All yours darling,” Jenny said to her husband. “I told you I’d get you something you’re going to love.”

    God, it was happening. Miranda’s heart beating faster as the newlyweds arrived. The guests cheered and clapped as they realized that the newlyweds had already made their way to their special seats, right next to Miranda’s spread-eagled body.

    Richard said a few words to the guests, so did Jenny, and the room returned to its normal state of heavy conversation.

    Things became tense when the married couple stood directly in front of Miranda, looking down at her, admiring her naked beauty.

    “Suddenly, I feel starved,” Richard said to his wife.

    He picked up a piece of steak laying on Miranda’s stomach and ate it. Then he took a piece of side item and ate that too.

    “Delicious,” he said, looking down at the caterer.

    Miranda wanted to say ‘thank you,’ but didn’t. She was too humiliated to say a word. Through the corner of her eye, she saw Jenny standing there, also eating. The white veil and rose behind her ear had both been removed. Jenny stood there naked eating food from Miranda’s body.

    As she was strapped to the table, Miranda felt herself wanting to squirm, but resisted. It was the most painfully awkward moment of her life as the newlywed couple feasted from her body without properly acknowledging her.

    After only a few bites, it seemed as though Richard was done with the main course of steak. He was a dessert person with a sweet tooth, and he had his attention set on Miranda’s breasts. He rubbed both of her tits with his strong hands, ruining the perfect arrangement of desserts placed on her chest.

    He bent down and sucked the halved cherry off her left nipple; doing the same thing with her other tit. It was officially the first sex act committed against Miranda’s body, and it made her wet. She wondered if anyone else in the hall of 50 people were watching this happening. God, what a humiliating thought.

    Miranda squeezed her eyes shut and expected more things to happen to her breasts. Instead, she felt Richard rubbing the wetness between her spread-eagled legs, then he moved his hand away.

    “Her pussy tastes sweeter than the cherries,” he told his wife.

    Fuck, he had tasted her pussy fluids. A thought which somehow made Miranda even wetter. She expected Jenny to slap her husband in the face, but then she reminded herself what kind of wedding this is, and the nature of their relationship.

    That’s when Miranda heard it. Sucking and slurping noises. The sound of people kissing. She turned her head slightly and peaked at the newlyweds kissing in a full blown makeout session, swapping Miranda’s pussy fluids in their mouths.

    “Think she’s starting to get hungry?” Richard asked his wife.

    “We’d be rude to let her starve while everyone else is eating.”

    For the first time, Richard turned his attention towards Miranda and spoke to her.

    “Are you hungry?” he asked.

    Miranda nodded, knowing what was expected of her. “Yes.”

    “Excellent.”

    When Richard began undoing his pants, there was the biggest smile on Jenny’s face. Jenny was thrilled with the fact that her husband was going to get one of the best wedding gifts of all time– Miranda’s mouth.

    He freed his penis, which was half erect, impressively sized, and dangling in front of Miranda’s face.

    “Turn your head,” he said. “Face me.”

    Miranda faced the cock, which was only mere inches away from her face, then she opened her mouth for the inevitable.

    He pulled Miranda’s head towards him, and she had to partially turn her body to the side, struggling against the restraints. When she was turned enough, and close enough towards him, he put his cock in her mouth.

    It was Miranda’s cue to close her lips and begin sucking. She couldn’t utilize any head movement from her position, so all she had was her ability to suck, use her tongue, and use her lips. She managed to use all three at full effect; sucking the best she could while licking around the head and shaft, keeping her lips tight around the cock.

    Her favorite part of giving a guy oral sex was always the feeling of growth. She loved the feeling of a guy throbbing in her mouth. Especially if he wasn’t fully hard at first. She got that same reaction out of Richard when she performed, feeling the shaft grow and stiffen until he was completely hard. Not bad, she thought to herself, as her body use was so limited.

    Strangely, she found herself worrying that she’d be a disappointment as a wedding gift, since she couldn’t bob her head or use her hands (the trademark of her oral expertise). She worried that she would let down the happy newlyweds, who expected amazing things out of Miranda.

    As her body remained turned, food had fallen from her stomach and onto the table. The food she had worked so hard on. It was a stark reminder that she was initially hired as a caterer. She was meant to provide the food. Now there she was, naked on the table, focusing her full attention on the hard cock in her mouth.

    “How is she?” Jenny asked, in an almost giddy tone.

    The question made Miranda blush as she continued sucking. She was a people pleaser. All her adult life, customer satisfaction was her top priority. It was the same way with her old finance job, her new job as a caterer, and her current position as a submissive woman sucking cock.

    She was eager to hear his answer. Anything less than total satisfaction would have left her devastated, possibly in a state of tears that she sacrificed so much, only to disappoint.

    “This woman is a goddess,” Richard groaned. “Who knew the financial lady has such a mouth on her?”

    This made Miranda beam with pride. As she continued sucking his dick, she rewarded his rave review by sucking only the tip of his penis with a powerful suction, then swirling her tongue around it 20 times in a row. This made Richard gasp.

    Female hands pushed the food away from Miranda’s hips, thighs, and stomach. The food Miranda had worked so hard on with her helpers. But she knew this was for a reason. And she knew it was Jenny who had cleared her body.

    Jenny put her mouth on Miranda’s spread-eagled pussy and planted a big wet kiss. Then she lapped her tongue up and down the labia, like a thirsty Rocky(D) drinking a bowl of water. This made Miranda moan while sucking on Richard’s erection. Her moaning sent vibrating waves along his cock.

    “I think she likes it,” Richard noted.

    Jenny spread Miranda’s labia. “She better. And I think she’s going to like this even more.”

    With that, Jenny put her tongue inside Miranda’s spread hole. She sucked and sucked, tasting the flavor of Miranda’s pussy fluids. All the wetness that had been accumulating that hour, all went inside Jenny’s mouth.

    It was her first lesbian experience. Something she had occasionally fantasized about, and it was something she hadn’t expected to happen that day. It felt amazing and she realized that she had been missing out all these years. Jenny knew how to treat a pussy properly. She knew how to lick and suck. Miranda savored every moment of it.

    She figured it was a reward for sucking off Jenny’s husband so well.

    The oral sex ended when Richard unexpectedly pulled his cock away from Miranda’s vacuum-like mouth.

    When he pulled back, Miranda’s sight of the room was unblocked, and she saw that the wedding event had turned into a bondage orgy. The different women who were strapped to various tables were all in sexual positions. Some were sucking cock. Some were being fucked. Sometimes at the same time.

    The same was happening throughout the dining area. Women were on their knees sucking cock amongst other things, with leashes around their neck, being controlled by their masters. Some were on all fours, on the table, getting fucked from behind.

    There were also men on their knees eating pussy, or being fucked by strap-on wielding dominant women.

    For those few seconds that Miranda observed the dining hall, she was in total awe of the sight. It was wilder than any porn she had ever viewed. It was more bizarre and brazen than her wildest imagination.

    The room was filled with loud moaning, crying, and the sounds of carnal pleasure being unleashed.

    “Is something wrong?” Jenny asked her husband, wondering why he had pulled his cock away from Miranda’s mouth.

    “Nothing’s wrong. On the contrary, I need to get something out of my system.”

    Richard snapped his finger and gestured for servants to come, which made Jenny smile, as she knew what would happen next.

    The female servants came over and professionally undid the bondage which had kept Miranda strapped to the table. She thought she was freed. She enjoyed being able to move her arms again. But the freedom wouldn’t last long. All they were doing was switching positions.

    The female servants lifted Miranda and flipped her over, like she was a piece of meat which needed roasting on the other side. Miranda’s body was laying uncomfortably on the small pile of food which used to be on her body. The food, which she prided herself on, was now buried underneath her stomach and tits.

    The female servants re-shackled Miranda’s ankles in a different position, with her legs off the table and her feet on the floor.

    Although Miranda was inexperienced with the world she found herself in, she was smart enough to realize what was going to happen. Richard was going to fuck her from behind.

    Female hands spread Miranda’s pussy wide open from behind. It might have been Jenny doing it. It might have been one of the servants. It didn’t really matter. The only thing she focused on was the hard cock which was slowly entering her hot wet cunt.

    Richard squeezed her ass hard, as if it were dough. Then once he had a firm grip, he began to pound her pussy with his cock, unleashing all the pent up fantasies he’s had for the former financial worker.

    “Oh god!!!” Miranda screamed, pleasure ripping through her, with her body helpless on the table.

    Her eyes remained on the orgy taking place in the dining hall. People were fucking and giving oral sex. Some people even used Miranda’s food as a sex tool, licking desserts from each other’s body to make the sex even hotter.

    The pounding of her pussy was relentless and she screamed louder. She couldn’t control herself. She wished she could so that she wasn’t so loud. The last thing she ever wanted was for people to look at her being fucked like this. It was far too humiliating, but with the amount of pleasure she felt, it would have been worth it anyway.

    Jenny tucked Miranda’s hair behind her ears as she was still being fucked hard. It was a loving gesture to ensure that Miranda had a clear view of the wedding orgy.

    “Watching you like this is so fucking hot,” Jenny said to Miranda. “I can tell it’s been a while since you’ve last been ravished like this.”

    And she was right. She hadn’t had sex this good in a very long time. In fact, Miranda couldn’t even remember when she had ever been pounded like this.

    “I’m such a lucky girl,” Jenny added, watching the caterer cry, while her body was rocking back and forth. “I get that cock anytime I want. I’m so glad you get to experience this today. You’re a lifesaver. This is our ‘thank you’ for saving our wedding. Now we want you to cum for us. Cum like never before.”

    As Miranda was being pounded from behind, Jenny gestured to one of the female servants.

    That was when Miranda felt a soft feminine tongue licking her clitoris, while Richard was still fucking her cunt. The tongue was an expert at this. The tongue licked and the mouth sucked, stimulating Miranda’s pussy to full effect. She had never had her pussy eaten and fucked at the same time. It felt too good to be true and it was beyond her wildest dreams.

    “Oh my god!!!” Miranda yelled. “I’m going to… I’m going to!!!”

    “That’s it, do it,” Jenny said, rubbing the caterer’s shoulder. “Cum for us darling. You deserve it.”

    Miranda did deserve it. For all those years of pleasing her clients. She deserved the orgasm of the century. And it came like a faucet. She squirted a massive gush of fluids from deep within her pussy. Her toes curled hard and her hands clenched as it happened. For those seconds, Miranda was breathless from the orgasm. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t moan. She couldn’t breathe. The orgasm had stopped everything.

    The poor servant must have been drenched as she continued licking. Richard kept on fucking too, even after Miranda had cum.

    Richard grunted as he nearly finished fucking Miranda’s near-lifeless body. He grunted more when he shot loads of his cum inside of her pussy. Then he pulled out.

    The servant knew her immediate current duty, which was to clean. First, the servant sucked Richard’s cock clean. Then the servant sucked all the cum from deep within Miranda’s pussy. It was a feeling which stirred Miranda’s sex and brought her back to life.

    ***

    It was amazing how one misunderstanding could have such a huge domino effect. All Miranda wanted to do was cook, and in a few years, open up her very own restaurant.

    If she had known that Jenny’s email would require her to be naked, she would have refused immediately. But it was the misunderstanding that led to this.

    Miranda had just finished washing the cum away from her body as she soaped herself in the hot shower. She loved a good post-orgasm shower. It made her feel like she was cleansing away the immoral feelings.

    The shower door opened and Jenny entered casually.

    “Mind if I join you?” Jenny asked, stepping into the shower, closing the shower door.

    “It’s your bathroom. You don’t need my permission.”

    They shared the soap and Jenny used it on herself.

    “You were amazing out there. Especially for your first time.”

    “Thanks,” Miranda replied. “That wasn’t something I would have ever expected. I’m still a little shocked… well… a lot shocked.”

    “Any regrets?”

    Miranda smiled, “None whatsoever.”

    “We have plenty of events lined up for the next few months which need catering. Richard and I want your services again.”

    “I’ll have to think it over.”

    “Fair enough. But can I provide you with an incentive to return?”

    Miranda shrugged, knowing what was coming. “Sure, why not?”

    As Jenny put the soap back onto the container, she wrapped her arms around Miranda and they kissed in the shower, as the warm water flowed on their bodies. It turned into a passionate tongue-swap as their tits pressed tightly together.

    Miranda had already cum like a faucet. It was an orgasm that would keep her content for a long time. But it occurred to her that the newlywed bride hadn’t cum yet, at least not that she knew of.

    After pulling her lips away from the kiss, Miranda went to her knees, with the shower water sprinkling all over her face. They both knew what was going to happen next. Miranda brought her mouth to the newlywed’s pussy. It was Miranda’s turn to deliver pleasure to the wife. And it was Jenny’s turn to receive. It was the perfect way to close a wedding.

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