Nice late-evening BDSM sit in with friends where all our pretty toys are wearing their finest outfits, their most precious collar, kneeling on the ground with their arms wrapped around their dom's legs or their head gently leaning against their dom's lap, just happy to be included, happy to look pretty and shut their mouth - and all the doms are enjoying their drink of choice, a glass of red wine, whiskey, fancy cocktails, beer, while laughing and chatting away, sharing stories about their toys' most flustering, degrading moments, and as the hours pass, they all notice their little things getting progressively squirmy, touchy, demanding, making soft noises to get their dom's attention, trying to climb on top of their laps, anything to soothe some of their inherent need for attention and desire to be touched, groped, wanted, noticed.
So the night continues with laughter and chatting - and whining as one toy gets rubbed and fingerfucked from one ruined orgasm to another, moaning as another toy humps their dom's shoe or thigh, leaving a shimmering slick behind, gasps as a third toy is allowed to pleasure their dom, kneeling in between opened legs and eagerly giving their very best, despite their tired tongue and aching jaw.
And as the night continues on, their places switch, toys getting passed around, their abilities getting commented on, criticized, their body used, marked, fucked, thrown and pulled around, just to serve a room full of inebriated and horny doms.
