Made to Show My Curves (BBW, Forced Exhibition, Humiliation, Spanking‪)‬

Erica's dominant, Jonathon, has come up with an interesting way to involve her in a dinner party he intends to throw for some of his old law school friends. Although she is self-conscious around the high society that Jonathon moves in, he is going to have her serve the food over the course of the evening and has designed a very special outfit for her to wear for the occasion. The guests of the party will be given buttons to trigger a vibrating harness underneath Erica's dress and are encouraged to use it as a way of thanking her for her good service. If that weren't enough, an already horrified Erica is told that the penalty of spill or misstep will be to serve dessert without the harness, or the dress. As the night unfolds, her attempts to avoid this terrifying prospect may accomplish nothing but to place her at the center of a spectacle more provocative than anything originally planned.

Excerpt:

I held my breath as I approached him. Even in the most relaxed settings I still got an electric tingle when I was near him. He just had that effect on me. Now, in these circumstances, he seemed to fill my horizon.

I drew up and began to gather his plate and silverware. He leaned back, letting his hand rest familiarly on my ass as I bent forward to clear his place. His touch affected me as it always did, and my breath caught in my throat.

"You have been very good, Erica," he said low enough that only I could hear. "Have you been enjoying yourself?"

"I -" I began, and then gasped. As he had been speaking, his hand had moved down, under my dress from behind, and pressed between my thighs. He felt at me, his fingers moving against me, feeling at my naked p***y where the strap of the harness should have been.

I turned to look at him, my face chagrined. He looked stern but unsurprised, as if he had suspected this very transgression from the moment that I had committed it.

"Poor Erica," he said softly. "So very transparent. And now, of course, you pay the price. It's all very heart-rending, really. If only your master was not such a hard-ass."

To my profound unease, the volume of his voice had begun to rise. Several of the guests sitting close to the head of the table had fallen silent and turned to look at us.

"Is something wrong?" One of them asked.

"Something wrong?" Jonathon repeated. "You tell me."

And without warning and faster than I could react, he took my dress in both his hands and lifted it to my stomach, exposing me to the entire table. My hands flew down and began to wrestle against him to cover myself. Mutely I struggled, and all the while the strangers stared at my naked lower half. Conversation stopped as one by one the guests noticed what was happening in silence at one end of the table.

After an eternity that stretched for several seconds, he released his grip and I quickly covered myself, whimpering and humiliated. I wanted desperately to flee the room, but I knew he would call me back until he had done what he intended to do, whatever that was.

"Tell me," he said with sadistic deliberateness, turning to the guest to his right. "Did she appear to be wearing anything under that dress?"

The man shook his head, taken aback.

"No, I didn't see anything either," Jonathon agreed, "which I find very puzzling."

He turned to me.

"Erica, what did I put on you just two hours ago?"

"A harness, sir," I said, very quietly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. Could you speak up please?"

"A harness," I repeated, a quaver coming into my voice as I struggled to raise my voice to a speaking volume.

"With a vibrator in it, controlled by these remotes," he finished for me. "Isn't that what I personally put on you? And wasn't it the subject of several earlier conversations in this very room and with these very people, our guests?"

I nodded.

"Did you take it off?"

I felt every eye in the room boring into me, and yet all I really cared about was that accusatory note in his voice.

After a struggle, I nodded again.