This week was all about Joy – Milord’s Joy to be specific. Thankfully, if I experienced joy – which I did! – as well, that was just fine.

One of the things that Milord loves, but I find challenging, is exhibitionism. I am, by nature, shy. Still, this week was about him, so I agreed to try. He invited several of his friends over, people who where well into the lifestyle. In order to prepare, though, he also hired a sushi chef who specialized in Nyotaimori, naked sushi.

To prepared, I scrubbed my body with a special, sanitizing soap three times. I then lay on our dinning room table with strict instructions not to move and not to speak unless absolutely necessary. Before the sushi was arranged on my body, Milord decided to challenge me even more.

“You know,” he began as he held up a butt plug, “that ginger is extremely important to sushi.” He lubed the plug with ginger paste. My eyes widened.

“Remember,” he said as he inserted the plug inside of me. “No unnecessary movements. You might disturb the food and we can’t have that can we?”

Gasping, I whispered, “No, Milord.”

His guests arrived and I blushed with humiliation, especially when one, Peter, noticed the base of the plug. Nonetheless, I was an object, not a guest, so no one spoke directly to me. Eventually, the burn of the ginger diminished and all the food was eaten.

“You know what I admire most about your wife’s body?” Peter asked.

“No, what?” Milord answered.

“Her nipples. They are so large and responsive.”

“Yes, they rather are. They can also withstand quite a bit. She love it as much as I do. Watch this.”

Milord grabbed four chop sticks and wrapped rubber bands tightly around them forming 2 clamps. These, he then attached to my nipples. “Now, Sophia has been instructed to not speak tonight unless absolutely necessary, but she may,” he looked directly at me, “moan or cry out or orgasm as much as she likes.”

I nodded my understanding, sweat beginning to bead on my forehead. “Go ahead,” Milord stated, looking at Peter, “Taste them.”

I gasped and Peter bend over to suck my clamped nipples. I closed my eyes and came. Hard.

Milord then began to suck on the other nipple. I screamed out my pleasure again. Soon, they stopped and both men released my tortured nipples simultaneously. I screamed again as the blood rushed back to my poor nubs.

I was left on the table to recover as Milord bid his guests farewell. When he came back, he was naked. He pulled my legs so that they were lifted to his shoulders and he pounded into my wet, eager pussy.

“Yes!” I cried out, reaching for his broad chest.

As soon as I uttered the word, I knew I’d made a mistake. Milord grinned, stepped back, dropping my legs, and ordered me to turn over. I did so, my feet firmly planted on the floor, my body pressed against the table. His hand came down over and over again, dishing out a just consequence. Just as i was on the verge of tears, he stopped, turned the plug still in my ass and asked, “The ginger burn is long go, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Milord,” I murmured just loud enough for him to hear.

He slowly removed the plug only to replace it with his cock. Because I was so stretched out, he had no trouble entering me fully.

“I was really hoping you’d need a consequence tonight,” he admitted.

To be perfectly honest, so was I. This truly was a joyful week.