Life as a Royal’s Breeding Partner

Chapter 24 – Single Server

I'm led to the toy table. The laughs from the table behind me bounce off the walls, creating a haunting echo. I've been to these types of parties plenty of times. Normally, I have a few partners. It is always a lot easier when I do. Those girls aren't normally slaves, keeping the play a bit more vanilla. I don't seem to have that luxury today. Mistress strips me herself. Then begins to get me correctly dressed as their bound waitress.

Arms bound behind me. Which I'm somewhat grateful for; I won't have to remember orders or pour any of the drinks. I just have to walk around. Then comes the trays. I get a strap over each shoulder along with strong clamps on my nipples to hold them up. My nipples get the majority of the pressure; the straps are really just for backup.

"Spread."

"Yes, Mistress." She forces a tail plug into my ass. I hate this thing. They insist on my having it. I have a beautiful tail. It's infinitely better than anything attached to a butt plug could be. It really is just one girl here who demands it. She better never cross me in an alley when I'm free. Next comes the new heels, eight inches. I'll be walking on my toes tonight.

"Open." For this command, I just open my mouth with no verbal response. Luckily, the gag isn't too big. After that, an orphan girl starts putting drinks on my tray, stretching my nipple painfully. The clips must have magic to stop liquids from flowing out of my nipples as neither milk nor blood spills out.

Once she adds the eleven drinks, I head to the table. Mistress goes ahead of me and is already sitting. I serve each woman individually, needing to stop beside them so they can grab their drink. Once the drinks are served, I walk back to get food. It seems like they will be sharing the food, as only three dishes go on my tray before I walk back.

A lull in the conversation occurs, making my heels the only sound in the room. Every eye in the room follows my feet. I walk perfectly, as I have for the past three years: with even steps and a steady pace, each foot falling right in front of the other, giving my waist a perfect sway.

"Told you. Perfect. She is better than some of the princesses in heels. She can do that in heels twice that size."

Oh, Mistress was showing me off. Should I be proud? Why not? A win is a win for a slave. They take the food off, and I have nothing to do but stand still. They start talking about how their brothels are going. Mistress seems to be doing the best. Me and Yuki draw a lot of people. Between the easy way to get pregnant and my high-sex skills, I'm very popular. I guess I have more kids spread throughout this country than I would have expected. Wish I could raise them, or at least meet them.

They all join in complaining about taxes. Mom always complained about them, too. I've never had to pay any, the one perk of being property my entire adult life. I'm not looking forward to figuring them out when I'm free.

"Bitch get us another round." A plump woman demands. I turn and do my perfect walk back and forth for the second round of drinks. During the second round, the owner finally makes it back from her argument.

"That bitch called the guards. They just said it would be ugly in the courts. Nobody wants to call a duchess in to talk about her fucking a whore causing Maggie to storm off. Thanks a lot for leaving me with that."

"Well, ban idiots faster. He has been raping girls here for weeks."

"Whatever, I need a drink. Something strong." I make my run again.

"Food." comes from another girl, making me another run. More food gets placed on it, and I head back. My nipples are on fire.  Ass is just a little sore from the plug. One problem with life mana healing things, my holes always return to their starting size.

"Get the meals, slave," one says. I didn't notice who, but it doesn't really matter. I turn and walk. Soups. All are filled to the brim on the table. The orphan girl looks nervous as I walk over to her.

"Mhmm!" I try to scream. Hot soup runs down my tits, nearing my stomach, before Mistress cleans me off with her mana.

"Slave, heal yourself," Her tired voice rings out, letting me relieve the pain. The orphan girl is quickly replaced as if she had made a mistake and not followed the bitches order. The fucking owner better hide when I'm free, or I'll make her take a bath in a volcano.

They already have a new soup ready, so my trays get filled with twelve bowls of soup, all threatening to spill on my way back. I don't spill a drop. I can see it pisses them all off. I hate how they judge the girls who work at these parties. Even the ones who aren't slaves are just some monkeys for these pieces of shit.

After the first course, a few musicians come out and start playing. Filling the empty room with soft sounds. Then comes the main course. The top girl from this brothel plays a piece during it. It's a simple piece, but she plays it well. Her voice was good, better than most of the girls we have, but inferior to Yuki's.

After the main course, Mistress takes my tray off, nipple clamps stay on. Placing me on the table. I'm dessert. Great, at least none of them pick up their forks or knives. Some hands take off the clamps, and the blood and milk stored over the past few hours come spilling out. They all get a good chuckle, seeing what their pain caused me. One of them cleans me off before they all start to tease me.

It's rare for me to have twelve girls working with me at once. Twenty-four hands find different spots to tease. One girl gets bold and latches onto a nipple. Then, the other gets covered. My legs are forced apart, and a tongue makes its way to my clit. My gag gets ripped from my mouth, and I get an upside-down kiss. The Belly button is next, surprising me with a strange feeling. Next, my toes. Shortly after that, someone finally wraps their lips around my dick. Slowly eleven pairs of lips find a place to tease; I'm too focused on not cumming to count the number of hands. Then my tail ends up in somebody's mouth.

Shit, it takes all my focus to not move my tail. Should I just make her keep my tail still? No, losing is better than hurting an owner. The twelve mouths and hands start working me closer and close to an orgasm. I do what I can to hold on, but tails aren't meant to be controlled for a long time. Almost all of my focus is on keeping it from destroying the woman's teeth.

A few more minutes, and I know it is coming.

"Tmuphai, mumpil." I try to get the warning out, but her kissing stops me. I go over the edge and release into a body-shaking orgasm. I don't hear any screams, so I guess my tail didn't do any damage. This isn't my most embarrassing orgasm, but it is up there. I once orgasmed during labor. They did have some toys on me, but still, labor.

All the mouths and hands quickly leave as I tense up, my cum splashing onto my stomach and tits as I try to catch my breath.

"I would say well done to you all. But anyone with at least half a brain knows tails can't be controlled without tremendous effort. Hers being scaled means it could rip your teeth out. Next time, see how long she lasts when you don't risk your mouth." Mistress says, unimpressed with the dessert. "Up girl. We need the real dessert."

The clamps, gag, and tray are put back on, and I get the last course. I don't know what any of it is. Yuki says they are sweets, but the sweets I got when I was younger never looked like this. There are so many colors and layers. I would think it is a sculpture over a dessert.

As they all finish the dessert, a small band from the brothel starts to set up on stage. There are four members, three on strings. The last one will sing, I guess, or maybe dance.

"Over here, slave" comes from the dwarven woman. I head over to her, preparing myself the best I can to be tonight's entertainment. The dwarf gives my ass a slap. A terrible one doesn't even make a sound. Ok, maybe this won't be too bad.

"What is this tattoo. I've never seen one something like this. Who are you trying to trick with this stupid thing." A belly laugh to mark the end of her words.

"It is real. The hearts and dots in the middle came later. I haven't figured out what caused them. It's likely her class."

"You're peddling a lot of shit today."

"Her walking has been perfect. Not a drop spilled. She correctly chose not to destroy your teeth at dinner. I haven't lied. She is perfect. I'm going to miss her when that collar falls off."

"Hmph, that stupid kitsune has given you too much luck or cast a spell on this whore. I'm happy to see what happens when she gets bored and leaves."

"I will agree the pair is helping me a lot. I have some plans to keep my streak going."

"When is the band going to start. They're just sitting there." A new girl asks. The music starts right as she finishes. Guess they needed to be told to play. "Much better. Now can we stop comparing tits. The slave has us all beat. I want to start playing with her, or is there something else planned before that?"

"Have her dance first."

"That would be nice to see."

Mistress looks worried. So maybe I didn't do well at my last performance like I thought. Shit, I don't need to make Mistress mad. I'll get dragged to another of these.

"Girl, get over here," she says. She removes the tray and straps; the clips stay on. She takes the binds off my arms. "Go, I know you aren't trained for this, so just try something. I won't punish you for your performance. I've made no promises about your dancing."

"Ymhes, Miphtrenhos," I say. It earns me a playful slap on my tit and a smile from Mistress. Rare look for me.

"Go," her hand patting my ass for encouragement.

I take my time walking to the center. I've never had to do an actual dance by myself. Just strip and wiggle my body some. Plus, I'm in heels. Just don't fall. That sounds like a plan. Reaching the center of the room, I turn back to the sole table in use. The music is slow, so I should be able to make deliberate steps.

I start with a simple step to my right and in front of me, keeping both legs straight. Arms come out to a little to help with balance. First step down, and then I do it again with my left the other way. I spin on my left foot, just halfway, showing them my ass. Backward step with the right shuffle left and then...

"Stop, this is just stupid. Sure, she is in time, but why does she look like a plank of wood out there. I think we need to loosen her up a bit."

"In time and didn't fall. A low bar. I think we all want some fun. Instead of this shit show."

"I said she didn't know how to dance. Why are you all acting like her not knowing how to dance is a surprise? Girl, come here. You did well. If you knew how to loosen up, the moves weren't a bad idea."

I'm glad I made Mistress happy. The other are just trying to feel better about their failures. I walk over to Mistress perfectly and stand still. Time for the torture.

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