by Allan Gordon
(11/23/05)
Jim scurried through the house, obsessed with all the little details of what was left to do. Everything else he had taken care of: the dinner was almost done, the turkey was slowly roasting in its own juices, there was holiday music playing comfortably in the sitting-room.
Holidays, Jim thought to himself. They can be so hectic. And Christmas...not even here yet, but making its presence felt like an engorged lump against your jeans: pleasant, but sometimes you just wished it would go the hell away.
In the sitting-room he re-arranged the magazines splayed upon the table, probably not for the first time.
Thinking about the turkey, and the juices that ran out of it as it cooked, he remembered what it was he was about to do before he got sidetracked.
In the dining room he counted the place settings, double checking the numbers in his head.
Gary, and his wife Sarah.
Paul, and his girlfriend Sam.
Plus himself. That made five.
Five place settings on their beautiful mahogany table set around the delicious centerpiece.
Jim double checked the knots on the Thanksgiving centerpiece, seconds before the doorbell chimed.
"And here they are," he said aloud.
Sure enough, when he pulled open the door the first couple was standing gaily, and the second couple was trailing behind them on their way up the walk.
"Come in, come in," he said jovially.
"Happy Thanksgiving," Sarah said, handing him a bottle of Scottish whiskey. "For the evening's festivities."
"You didn't have to do that," he said, pulling her close for hug, and then shaking Gary's hand.
"Of course not," Gary said. "But what guest would show up empty handed?"
"Not us," Paul said as he passed through the doorway behind them.
"Happy Thanksgiving buddy," he said, handing Jim a box of chocolate candies. "Although I'm sure Jennifer will enjoy these more than you."
"I'm sure she will," Jim said, hanging each coat carefully in the closet, and then leading them into the kitchen. "Well, we're about ready here, the food should be done momentarily."
He set the Scotch on the counter, and then headed toward the dining room with the box of chocolates that Paul had brought.
"And where is..." Sarah began, her voice trailing off as she neared the dinner table. "...Oh. Jennifer."
The four guests stood around the table, gawking at the Thanksgiving display.
See, Jim said to himself, attention to detail really does matter.
"That's really something," Samantha said in awe.
"Yep. It's mahogany," Jim said.
"Huh? Oh, the table. Yes, that's nice too. I was talking about the...er, centerpiece?"
"Oh yes," he replied. "The centerpiece. Do you like it? I made it myself, actually."
The two women circled around the table, running their hands lightly over the series of knotted cords.
Jim's wife was on her stomach in the middle of the table, her legs were bent at the knees, and her hands pulled back and bound to her ankles. 'Hogtying,' he believed it was called.
"My God, I love it Jim," Sarah said, bending close and examining the ropes, which were pressed deeply into Jennifer's flesh.
Sam reached forward and pulled the ball-gag from Jennifer's mouth. Jenn couldn't see who it was that pulled it out, not with the blindfold on, of course.
"Hi Jenn," Sam said. "How you doing?"
Before she had the chance to answer Sam slapped her sharply on the ass.
"You look like you're doing pretty good to me."
"Yes ma'am," Jenn replied meekly, biting her lip with a muted groan.
Sarah began twisting and fidgeting with the plug that was rooted firmly within Jennifer's behind, causing more writhing, squirming, and lip biting from the Thanksgiving centerpiece.
"This centerpiece, Jim," Sam said, licking her lips like a wolf dropped into a henhouse. "I'm hoping that this centerpiece will also be our dessert?"
"Of course," Jim answered, as from the kitchen came the buzz of the turkey timer.
He replaced the gag in Jennifer's mouth, and then gave her a few quick spanks with the box of candy before placing it on her ass, carefully balanced against the butt-plug.
"But not until after dinner."
Despite the hearty aromas wafting from the kitchen, the four were glancing quite hungrily back at the centerpiece as they trailed him into the kitchen. He could tell right away that these were four very naughty guests, guests who liked to skip dinner and dive right into the dessert.
Not in my house, Jim thought.
They helped him with the turkey though, pulling the stuffed bird from the oven, lugging it into the dining room, and placing it on the table, next to the centerpiece.
It was carved up, the slabs of white meat so juicy it looked as though you could wring them out for gravy. The potatoes were passed around, along with the peas, the cranberry-jelly, and the turnips.
Once each person had a heaping plate in front them they all awaited Jim's cue from the head of the table.
"I'll take a thigh," Gary grinned, grabbing one of the plump legs of the centerpiece which were bound before him.
"I'll take a breast," Sarah said, reaching forward and pinching a nipple.
Sam reached forward and pushed her fingers upward into Jennifer's sex, pulling out what looked to be more than enough sauce to spread across her meal.
"I'll take a pussy," she said, licking the juice from her fingers with a delicate smacking of her lips.
Despite the blindfold, and the ball-gag, Jennifer was shaking so hard within her restraints that Jim knew she was close to coming, if she hadn't already.
"Now, now," Jim said. "First comes dinner. And before dinner comes Grace."
They all joined hands and bowed their heads solemnly.
"Lord, we thank you for this feast, lain bountifully upon our table. We thank you for these fine, fine friends that we are so fortunate to have sharing it with us. We thank you for our love, and the passions we share. We can only hope that others have as much as we do on this day of celebration. Amen."
"Amen," the group echoed.
And as one, they began to devour all that was spread before them.
