You gasp the words hoarsely as a slender hand capped with dark red nails encircles and jerks on the purple head of your swollen cock. The owner of the hand giggles in such a lewd manner that it makes you blush.
Silly, you think. How could you possible be anymore flushed than you already are?
You’ve endured a dozen similarly humiliating greetings as you stand by the front door, naked, hands bound with a red silk scarf behind your back. Your cock is trussed up for everyone’s inspection in a brushed steel cock ring that, when the master of the house had put it on you, you’d been proud to wear.
Now you feel like the Jester, standing at a attention, forced to greet each guest as they arrive at the party. They know you’re sole purpose is to amuse them and they do amuse themselves by tweaking your nipples, swatting your stubbornly erect cock, and one rather ill mannered guest actually shoved a finger in your ass and pumped for several strokes, making you thank him for it when he was done.
You wanted to strike him, but of course, you’re helpless and you’re meant to be feeling used and humiliated. The master and mistress of the house are most delighted to show you off and share their toy with their friends. Secretly, tho you’d find it impossible to admit, you love being of use to them in this way. Your cock would be desperately solid even without the help of the cock ring that props it up and out so proudly.
You don’t know exactly how many more guests are meant to arrive, but if too many more come through to tug on your erection, you’re going to embarrass yourself further by coming all over one of them.
The ultimate humiliation, total lack of control and an admission that you are reveling in this humiliating task, loving it.
You try to hide your grin of anticipation. You can’t wait.