I lie naked on the polished oak table, my skin prickling in the cool air of the dining room. The room is dimly lit by candles flickering on the sideboard, casting shadows that dance across my body.

Master has commanded this evening's ritual, his decadent game where I transform into the living platter for his desires. My arms are stretched above my head, wrists secured with soft silk ropes tied to the table's legs, pulling my shoulders back and thrusting my breasts upward.

My legs dangle off ...