I had been put in single locking cuffs on each wrist and both feet. Then I was placed on my back on the display table. The bottom looked like the bottom of an "X". My legs were spread and locked to each end of the "X". My "sex slave cunt" tattoo was clearly visible above my cunt. You could probably see the small plug in my pucker, put there "because Master wants to keep your ass virgin; the guests will still have two slut holes to enjoy." The top of the display table spread out in more of a "T". Each of my wrists was securely fastened at the end. My head was on a moveable head rest that could be dropped to allow my mouth to be fucked. When it was not dropped, it propped my head up so that I could view the humiliating display of my enslaved body. Some women would be repulsed at this situation. I was getting horny at my current situation and what I was imagining as my future situation. I could only imagine, because this was my first time on the table as the guest of honor at one of my ex-husband-Master's parties. I was horrified that he had invited some of my former friends to witness my sexual humiliation, but it was making me wet between my legs. As I was speculating on my future, the doorbell rang. In came Joan and Jeff. I had known them as my husband's older friends (now my ex). They were very handsy, always trying to touch my young body. He liked to hug me as he tried to feel my ass. She liked to hug me from behind as her hands moved to my tits. They both seemed quite offended when I would resist. Now, I was in no position to resist. "What have we here?" inquired Joan as she reached for my nipple. "The stuck up bitch is now a slave. I'll bet she is a slut too. Check out her cunt Jeff." Jeff walked to the middle of the "X". He stopped and read my cunt tattoo. Then he read it to Joan. The both laughed. He too quickly shoved a couple of fingers into my cunt. "Oh, yes, she is a slut. She is very wet." He left his fingers inside. After the initial painful shock, the presence and warmth of his fingers felt delicious. Of course, the pain had increased my desire too. Joan spoke, "You know dear, I would have softly caressed your sweet nipples; if only you would have let me. But now..." she pinched one nipple until I moaned. "Oh, I think we have a pain slut here. Jeff, keep your fingers in place. But don't move them. I think we can make her cum by only my pinching and twisting of her nipples." She pinched and twisted cruelly. The pain was deliciously intense. I could feel my juices running as she moved me toward ecstasy. My sexual excitement was rising quickly. Just before my orgasm was about to hit, she stopped and told Jeff to remove his fingers. I moaned in disappointment. "Don't worry slut, the night is still young. Jeff, fuck her cunt before anyone else arrives." The relief must have shown on my face, because she added, "Don't you dare cum bitch. If you do, I'll cut your nipples off with a knife." Now that was too much pain, even for a pain slut like me. Master talked to Jeff as he fucked me. "You have been wanting to do this for years, have you not?" Jeff could only nod. I could feel another orgasm rising. Joan slapped my face and snapped me out of it. "No cumming slut!" Jeff was going faster and faster, slamming into my cunt. I like it rough, but every time an orgasm built-she slapped my face to bring me back down. Finally, she told Jeff that she was afraid that I might be enjoying myself too much. She made him pull out, but she dropped down the head rest and instructed him to fuck my face. He brutalized my throat, then pulled out and spurted across my face. The head rest was raised, but no on cleaned the cum from my face. On display with a fresh load of cum on my face. This was the picture my former friends were about to see.