The room is lit in blue and purple lighting, like a nightclub.
Standing at the centre of the room as men and women chat and drink, your arms are raised and locked into a metal yoke, collaring your neck at it's centre. Your ankles are held far apart by a spreader bar, making you not only fully displayed, but also acessible to the guests.
You drool from the large red ball-gag that stuffs your mouth, unable to do much more than groan and awkwardly waddle about the room.
This was your punishment for speaking out of turn a few days ago, despite knowing that Master's rules were very clear on publicly contradicting him and "womansplaining".
The Yoke was a device which your Master found particularly pleasing and apt. Your arms were outstretched making your tits fully available, as they glistened in the purple and blue ambience. Your habit of gesticulating when speaking was an annoyance to Master, and so the Yoke helpfully put paid to your gestures, keeping your hands dangling and helpless. It made you pleasing to his eyes.
Another annoying habit you had was crossing your legs. Master deeply disliked that, and so had you locked into a wide spreader bar, which kept you in the correct position; wide open and available to Master, with every part of you visible and available.
And so you waddled about amusingly, because Master had instructed you to approach everyone at the gathering. Around your waist is a chain with a tag at the front, "TOUCH ME ANYWHERE", it read.
Those gathered, friends of Master, men and women, took full advantage, groping and slapping you as you awkwardly waddled, utterly helpless., an ornamental toy. You feel embarassed and yet your pussy drips, it's juices dribbling onto the floor alongside the drool from your mouth. Master has made a reality of your deepest fantasies, degrading you, yet also elevating you. Your inner truth drips onto the carpet, a signature of your submission.
Then He returns to the room, you feel his hand on your head, as he pushes your head forward. Your pussy excitedly throbs as you realize that not only is he going to fuck you, he is going to fuck you in front of everyone gathered. You feel great excitement at him showing everyone what kind of woman you truly are. They will be left in no doubt, and just thinking about that reality causes you to moan, moments before Master stuffs you with his Cock and begins slowly pumping you.
Your hands dangle helplessly from the yoke as he mounts and thrusts you in front of his guests, his masculine will eviscerating your pussy, for the entertainment of those present, who very much enjoy your humiliation. Objectified and used, you squelch and moan, becoming an extension of Master, bound to his will, as he fucks you.