Love MeatI found this story on the web, it’s not from me.She was prepared in the upper master bedroom of her owner’s mansion under the guidance and care of two younger housebroken hand maidens, naked except for their collars and ankle bracelets.She was bathed in lightly scented water, her body shaven and waxed smooth only an hour before. They scrubbed her skin clean, tutting over each mark or the slightest speck of dirt or facial spot. Below them they could just hear the sounds of the many guests arriving and being greeted by the Master and another of his hand maidens, her squeals as the crack of whips lashed her were moments of hesitation for her and her attendants. The master enjoyed “appetisers” to settle his guests in for their banquets.Her bath complete she was dried and groomed by the attentive girls while seated before the mirror, her long fair hair was brushed into a polished full mane of shining beauty. They gently brushed it aside as they gave her face and throat the lightest dusting of make-up and scent.”Titties?” one asked the other, who nodded and they began to work on the woman’s breasts, cupping and gently circling the nipples, teasing them awake and erect, her breath increased, her heart raced from the attention and the fear of what was to come later.”Stand up.” One hand maiden instructed her. Obedient, being a lesser creature than the hand maidens, she stood. Gazing at her naked beauty in the mirror. One maiden caressed her belly down to her crotch.”Let’s get this moist, master loves a wet cunt.” She teased and stroked, tugging open the cunt and probing it with her fingers until its juices were flowing. “Good!” She briskly patted the woman’s behind. “Let’s get this dressed!” she licked her own hand clean, enjoying the taste of cunt honey.The woman was led to the bed where a full-length blue velvet dress had been laid out. The hand maidens placed a pair of blue stiletto heeled antalya escort shoes for her to step into, adding six inches to her height, then moved to robe her in the dress. She shivered in pleasure as the velvet caressed her clean warm flesh. Again one of the maidens stroked her nipples to bring them to attention and make them visible under the velvet. Two prominences which formed the focal points of the dress.Long velvet gloves were added to the ensemble and her hair brushed back behind her shoulders enhancing the line of her throat.”Here.” One hand maiden handed the woman a small yellow flower, which she pinned over one breast, her fingers trembling with the excitement, it perfectly complemented the dress and her complexion.”Good,” the other maiden announced, “ready!” The woman’s heart skipped a beat as she gulped in air to steady herself. “None of that,” the maiden declared, “we don’t want the Master disappointed with his meat.” She slapped the woman’s behind. “Let’s go, the banquet awaits.”She was led along the long elegant corridor from the harem section of the mansion to the main stairs on that side of the square building. Her breasts bounced a little in the snug dress, her nipples were kept eager in the caress as she descended. From there she was led out, she and the maidens ignoring the slight chill in the evening air, and across the broad courtyard, her high heels tapping lightly in contrast to the slap, slap of their bare feet. Her arousal and her heartbeat was increasing at each step, a mixture of the dress caressing her flesh and the anticipation of the events to come. One maiden had gone on ahead to alert Master, who appeared smiling at the far doorway as she arrived.”Remember,” the other maiden reminded her, “your life is over, you’re just a piece of meat, here to satisfy the guests, nothing else.” She bowed to her master. “Sir, your artvin escort dish has been prepared.” He smiled.”Good. this way.” he waved a hand at the broad open doorway, where guests were already gathering. The meat stepped forward into the banquet hall. The hall was full of master’s guests and their slaves. Some DOMs and Dommes were in “exotic” wear, some in formal dress, all wore elegant masks. For the most cases the slaves were nude except for restraints. The guests formed a double line as the meat walked into the room, her heart racing, little knowing what its master had prepared, to the centre of the room, where a small black iron dais stood, with a broad square vertical iron frame mounted on it. She stepped onto the dais, the metal echoing with her footfall, and slowly turned around one full circle then to face master. Everyone had a long lingering look at the meat on display.Master nodded his approval. Slowly, trembling with the anticipation, she drew one of the velvet gloves off and allowed it to fall, where a maiden quickly, discreetly collected it. Her sense of exposure was increased with this, more as the second glove fell to the floor. She didn’t need attention to her nipples or sex now, it was barely enough for her to keep the trembling at bay as she reached behind and loosed the dress, a caress over each shoulder freed the straps and she allowed it to fall slowly to the floor, stepping out as the maiden drew it off the platform.She stood nude except for the shoes. Her pale flesh was in perfect contrast to the black iron of the platform, heightening the effect of her exposure and visibility all the more. She held her arms away from her body and slowly turned a full circle, allowing the audience to view her in full, some masters bowed to inspect her cunt, one pointing out the glistening wetness there and grinning to a friend, then faced the aydın escort master and spoke.”Sirs and ladies. This is your meat for the evening. You may have any pleasure Master permits of this flesh. It is yours to use and abuse. It has no limits and asks for no restraint. It has no safe words, devour it in any way you choose.”The audience cheered and clapped, some men making moves to the dais, but halted by the master. He stepped on to the platform, signaling to a maiden who brought a tray of instruments from which he made a selection.Standing behind the meat he restrained its wrists in a set of narrow, sharp black iron cuffs. Next he took two long thin iron chains and hooked them wide apart to the top of the frame, a narrow, strong bar of metal over the meat’s head. They came down just to the level of the meat’s breasts, although it took little notice as it waited to be used. A jolt of pain struck her as the barbed hook of one chain pierced her breast, she gasped, then clamped her mouth shut. She managed to keep her mouth shut as master reach from behind again and pierced the other breast with the second chain. Now she was restrained and hung as meat from the frame. A signal to a maiden fetched her to the meat’s feet, where the shoes were removed, causing it to drop the six inches they’d held it up. Now the meat was truly hung up naked for the banquet to begin.The meat was tenderised by repeated ****s in both cunt and arse, flogged and whipped mercilessly for hours as the banqueters dined, swapped slaves and partners at the tables around the room. The meat was the centrepiece and every male took turns to strip and take his taste of it, some even savouring the blood pouring from the torn breasts, licking them roughly, tugging the meat to cause even more blood to flow. After the masters had their fill of the meat, slaves were sent to continue the fucking and the entertainment. From time-to-time a female slave would entertain the crowd by licking the meat’s holes clean and bringing it to orgasm. Everyone enjoyed watching it twitch and cry on the ends of the hooks. Often, exhausted, the meat would just hang there, its tits stretched up taut under its weight on the chains.