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leather, the luster of
satin and her heart swelled with love for all of these people who were brave
enough to admit to what they really wanted – then sign up at the Plume to
get it.
    This place was a slice of heaven,
one protected by herself and Rex forever.
    The champagne was delicious, cool
and sweet, the bubbles dancing down her throat.
    Rex headed for the kitchen, a
surprising choice, and halted beside one of the stainless steel prep tables. It
was almost painfully bright in the kitchen after the muted light of the bar.
The kitchen staff clustered around, expectant, their aprons crisp and white.
More than one erect cock made a tent in white cotton.
    So they knew what Rex was going to
do. Athena finished her champagne and handed off the glass to a slave. She ran
a finger down Sonja’s back, imagining possibilities.
    “Special order, just arrived
today,” Rex said with pride. A pair of slaves set a large platter on the prep
table with some effort. It looked like a platter for serving a roast, its
bottom shaped with curves and a furrow for juices all around the perimeter.
    But it was enormous, at least five
feet long and nearly as wide. It had handles around the perimeter, six of them,
presumably so it could be carried. It was thick, its surface burnished gold.
    They put a silver one just like it
on the table beside it.
    Rex pulled a pair of tiny shackles
from his pocket. They had two rings each, each so small that they wouldn’t fit
any wrist, and a third clip. There was red velvet padding the inside of each of
the larger rings. Rex pivoted and scooped up Sonja, seating her on the silver
platter. Her eyes rounded in surprise and her breasts rose quickly as she
caught her breath, but she didn’t dare defy the Master.
    Rex locked the cuffs around her
thumbs, securing them together, gave her a kiss, then leaned her back on the
platter. Her head nestled into one of the curves shaped into the platter, as
did her buttocks. There was a loop shaped into the platter just over her head
and Rex locked the thumb cuffs to it. That pose arched her back in a most
beguiling way. She shivered, swallowed, and Rex ran a reassuring hand down her
length. Athena watched how his caress soothed Sonja, but also made her nipples
tight.
    Rex moved around the table and
caught Sonja’s ankles in his hands. He placed her soles flat against each
other, pulled another miniature set of cuffs from his pocket, and locked her
big toes together. He clipped them to a second metal loop that was about a foot
below her buttocks.
    Athena strolled around the table,
admiring the view. Sonja was displayed beautifully, her legs open and her cunt
gleaming red and wet. She struggled a little, instinctively fighting her bonds,
but couldn’t escape. Her breath came in anxious gasps.
    Athena was transfixed.
    Aroused.
    “Melon and honey,” Rex said.
Athena was astounded, but the kitchen staff stepped forward, ready to do just
that. They drizzled honey all over Sonja, the golden shine of it dripping over
her breasts and belly, slipping between her legs and making her skin shine. She
gasped and wriggled, her mouth opening and closing in her mingled pleasure and
dismay.
    They brought honeydew melon,
already peeled and sliced into crescents. Athena’s mouth went dry, imagining
what they would do with them. The kitchen staff arranged melon around Sonja on
the sides of the platter, drizzling it with more honey.
    Rex took a slice of melon, dipped
it in honey as Sonja watched him, then wedged it under her breast like the cup
of a corset. He did the same with her other breast, as if creating an exhibit
of her. The third slide he slid over her clitoris, honey dripping from it over
her labia. He moved it back and forth, caressing her and watching her blush as
her desire grew. She gasped as he worked it against her.
    “You are the daily special,” he
told her. “A feast for our members.”
    Someone translated that into
Swedish and her cheeks burned vivid red.
    Rex slipped