They Call Me Princess (part 1)

It's my birthday today and all I want to do is dissapear.
Staring at the beautiful cake before me I rub my empty stomach and sigh. Whats the point of having a birthday cake if you cant even eat it. Mistress doesn't like her girls fat. oh but the thick icing haunts me glancing up I look for that one face and after taking a double take I see her standing by the window mingling with a gentlemen. That's what she likes us to call them not "customers" but "gentlemen", as if there's anything gentle about them. Before I think of the consequences I dip my finger into the spiral of pink icing in front of me taking a small portion, coating it onto my finger and lifting it to my lips tasting the rich flavor as it lays against my tongue. mmmmmm strawberry,closing my eyes for a brief moment I moan realizing my mistake I quickly open my eyes only to find mistress in front of me. Lighter in hand she leans near my ear and smiles before she says, "Princess" she says with a hiss. "how rude of you to sit before our guest and take before you have been given."
without another word I know what I must do.Putting on a fake smile I stand and brush down my frilly dress. Wetting my lips with the tip of my tongue I walk up to one of the "gentlemen" and  say coyly, "Its my birthday today would you like to help me celebrate". Rubbing my right hand down his tie I tug gently and press a kiss to his cheek. Sending my invitation. Slipping a pen out of his pocket he writes a check shows me and ask "Is this a suitable amount ugh..." the names Princess I say and that will be just fine. Handing the note to mistress all I can think is I hate doing this, I wish I could knock the smirk off of mistress face as I watch her look over the check. Slipping it into her purse, she nods and turns toward the door locking it once she leaves the transaction has been made and it is time for my "celebration".
Once I hear the lock click I go directly into biotic mode asking only once simple questions.
What is your name?
would you like some cake?
where do you want me?
how do you like your women, silent?
I barely register whats going on as I'm bent over
the wooden table in the center of the room.
Legs spread,panties ripped, arms pinned above my head to grasp the edge.
once twice thrice I feel his member push roughly into my dry channel  I bite my lip to keep from crying out from the pressure, the pain. My nipples scrape against the rigid surface and become agitated, candles roll before my eyes and I count trying to escape this reality one...two...three..before I get to four I feel him go rigid and my inner muscles tighten. Pulling out he turns me non so gently and lifts me onto the table. Reaching behind me he grabs the cake and places it in front of my face. Out of breath he grunts " I want you to decorate my cock with icing and lick it off." Looking at his greedy expression I try to hold back the disgust as I slide my fingers atop the cake coating my fingers with thick red icing. Taking his bobbing penis into one hand I use the other and spread the icing from the tip to the base occasionally brushing my knuckles against his sack. I know this pleases him because the veins in his neck look as if there going to explode and his face has turned three shades darker. Maybe I can get him off this way. Stroking up n down I increase my pressure watching the icing drip onto my chest from the quick glide of my fingers. Taking his hands from my legs he wraps his fingers into my hair and mutters the word "Suck" into the air. Already pissed that he ruined my cake I bend slightly and take his penis into my mouth using a little too much teeth. Soon hes jerking against my tongue before he cums I try to pull back act as if Im playing but the bastard has a firm grip and doesn't let go until his body stops jerking and I swallow every drop. Tears streak my face and my body shakes. But I act as if I loved every moment of this fifteen minute interlude. Once hes fully dressed and Im somewhat decent I let him slip his card into my garter as I walk him to the door. No goodbyes no wished and no happy birthday. Just the sound of the door clicking and the hefty steps of the mistress saying farewell to our customer outside my door. Looking around the expensive room I feel even more out of place. cleaning the icing off of the floor with my now ruined panties. I place them in the trash and walk to the table picking up the candles I finish counting.......23 candles. Today I'm twenty three and all I have his this room.