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Pictures taken before I found the courage to leave my room and walk down the hall, past where everyone was gathered, to go kneel in the Corner in the dining room. The cow bell around my neck clanked loudly whenever i moved. Everyone walked in, beautifully dressed. I watched master not looking at me as he took his place. I saw mistress watching me unblinking from cold blue eyes till I dropped my gaze. Someone seated near me pulled my dress down to expose my tits, i thanked her. Master cuffed me and told me, "thank you mistress. Everyone here is master of mistress". 
Mistress left and came back carrying a candle. I felt the hot wax run over my tits. I felt a man touch my chest above my tits, a strange impact, hard but not violent, rubbing. Then he pushed something into my mouth; he had been smearing me with cheese. 
I was allowed to eat after everyone else, from the dog bowl; someone had put some food in it. Mistress was throwing something at me ... potatoes? I ate them from the floor. 
Mistress made me sit on a dildo, which i couldn't help but fuck. Someone poured hot wax over my back while I was eating. Mistress came back and positioned a wand on  some kind of contraption between my legs. It felt lovely. People were talking but i didn't take it in; I felt euphoric. Master snapped his fingers and summoned me to his side, he fed me watered down wine and fondled my tits while my head rested in his lap. It was a curious feeling; the closeness with him was comforting,  but the position isolated me more from the group, and deprived me of the high of pure sexual contact. While he was touching me, no one else would, which distanced me more from the group. But i didn't want to leave him, clung to him rather.  As dinner progressed I felt more lonely and disenfranchised, started to wish I was a person again. In the kitchen, helping with clean up, someone broke a vase and I was blamed and made to clean it up: half a joke, half not, self-conscious. Mistress spoke gently to me, but I burned with sudden shame