This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

A Feast for the Senses

Michelle Houston

Lisa lay spread out on the kitchen island, her legs dangling from the knee down, the rest of her body supported by the marble surface. Squirming slightly, she readjusted her shoulders and neck without dislodging the layer of plastic wrap that was carefully placed over her naked body.

She could hear the buzz of conversations going on all throughout the room, the sudden booms of laughter as someone reacted to a joke, the polite nonsense that everyone was speaking as they milled about the room, mingling with each other. Her lover held several such parties a year, always inviting like minded individuals, those that liked to dabble in power-plays, that got a thrill out of playing D/s games, and those that lived the lifestyle full time.

Last year, she had spent the whole evening clad in a fishnet body suit, her body covered from just under her chin to her wrists, all the way to her ankles, yet flagrantly bare, save for a strip of leather around her waist that draped between her legs, holding the twin dildos trapped inside of her body.