The Gallery

When Julia woke the next morning it took a while for her to remember where she was. The silk sheets, the soft mattress, the luxury all around her was dreamlike until, with a start she recalled that this was a cage, a gilded cage, but a cage none the less. Gently she rolled over wincing from the stinging pain that came from her newly pierced nose, nipples and, worst of all, labia. As long as she stayed still it wasn’t too bad but any movement of the rings attested to how recently they had been inserted. She wondered how long it would take before they healed.

As quietly as she could she slipped from the bed looking for a bathroom, somewhere to empty her bladder. However, she was only halfway towards the door before…

“Where are you off to, sweetness?” Persephone rolled over and sat up.

“Please… Mistress.” Julia turned back towards the bed and sunk to her knees. “I need to use a bathroom.”

“You’re new and I'm not cross with you but you are a clever girl and I'm sure you can see how things work around here.  You can make no choices here, not even for the call of nature.  Your place is be told what do, by me or by one of the maids.  All else you must put from your mind.  You are in good hands, both mine and my maids.  We will not neglect you.  I'm sure that you understand that completely.  Persephone's look was serious.

“Yes, Mistress.” Julia bowed her head.

Persephone's smile was beautiful and then she yawned and stretched lazily.  “Good.  Your former life is past; it is gone and you shouldn't regret it.  Move on and embrace what is before you.  You have no more difficult decisions to make, no more office politics, no more pressures of daily life. Obey me and mine and your life can be wonderfully fulfilling.  I also believe that in your heart this is where you wish to be.”

“Obedience is the key here.”  Persephone was serious again.  “I can be a wonderful Mistress to those that please me.  Prove to me that you are worth my time and money and I will keep you.  Fail, and first there will be punishment and if you remain difficult you will be sold.  Some enjoy more recalcitrant playthings and a pretty little thing like you will fetch a fair price in the open market, trained or untrained.”

“You’d sell me?” Julia asked.

“But of course.” replied Persephone. “I'm a business woman and no charity.  I may be  in the process of buying you from Angie but that was more to rescue you from an unfair situation.  I am far from sure that I will keep you and, by selling you, I could turn a healthy profit, so I suggest you work at persuading me to keep you. Some of us, those with real money, are able to enjoy pleasures forbidden to others and we are willing to pay through the nose for it.  You are such delightful sweetness I am sure, were I to put you on the market, that I would be inundated with offers.”  Persephone's smile was radiant at that thought and Julia realized that whatever her manner or her outward appearance, Persephone was as hard-nosed as the Countess.

“But let's not think about things that may never happen.  I'm sure you are going to delight me.  Now sweetness, as I recall you are in need.”  Persephone's smile seemed genuinely warm.

“Yes Mistress.” Julia replied.

Persephone reached to her bedside table and pressed a button and, almost immediately, a maid appeared.

“Take this one to the bathroom and prepare her for the day.” Persephone ordered. The maid took Julia by the elbow and helped her to her feet. She was led away to a well appointed bathroom and placed on the toilet. Whilst she did her business the maid scuttled around, getting the shower ready and laying out various bits and pieces. Julia soon found she wasn’t permitted to do anything, she was washed, dried and more of the sweet smelling oil was rubbed into her by the maid and what had been pampering the previous evening now became disturbing, it was as if her body were no longer her own.

Cleaned, dried, and with her piercings treated with soothing disinfectant, she was returned to the bedroom where Persephone sat up in bed enjoying her breakfast.

Julia's stomach rumbled as she saw the food on the tray and Persephone heard it.  “Oh how remiss of me; we forgot to feed you last night.  There is no major harm done however. Come.”  Julia walked to the edge of the bed and knelt as she had been taught and Persephone smiled.  “You are learning.  Now, open wide.”  She tore off a piece of toast and held it in front if Julia's face.  Julia opened her mouth and Persephone began to feed her, sometimes with her fingers but when it came to eggs, bacon and tomatoes, with a fork.  Julia found it a very strange experience to be fed that way but strangely charged.

Persephone decided that Julia had had enough and reached out to cup and hold Julia's chin.  She looked her over thoughtfully.  “For the next few days at least your afternoons and evenings are committed to the gallery, but for the rest of the time I've decided that you will join the household as a maid.  The arrangements have been made.  Take the tray.” Julia was dismissed with a wave and taking the breakfast tray hurried to the door.

Waiting outside was the older maid that had soothed her soreness the night before.  She looked Julia up and down.  “You are to be maid, at least for now.  Follow me.”  Julia was lead back down to the same set of bare corridors she had visited earlier.  The tray was taken from her and the maid led her into a room that she had not been in before filled with cupboards and closets.  Taking a tape measure the maid took all of Julia's vital statistics in great detail before going to a drawer and taking out a white, leather collar about and inch and a half wide.  “You are 'five'” The maid touched the silver plate on the front of the collar and Julia saw that it had a number 5 embossed on it.  “That is how you will be known within the household.  Speaking your past name or talking about your former life is forbidden and doing so will result in punishment.  I am 'one'” She pointed to the number 1 on her own collar.  “As you might have guessed there are three other maids currently on the staff.  It is a strict hierarchy with those lower down obeying those above.  Do you understand?”  Julia nodded wondering what was becoming of her.

The woman stepped behind her and fastened on the collar.  In a much kinder voice she continued.  “Don't worry too much.  The Mistress watches over all of us and is fair.  She has already given orders to keep you away from the Countess as much as possible and Martha is on notice to treat you well unless she wants to have her Mistress informed of what she did to you yesterday.  No one can be touched sexually without the Mistress' express permission, so you need not worry about any repetition.  The other maids will of course give you the nasty jobs to do but they won't abuse you, or their power over you as they know that the Mistress won't allow it.  The Mistress could quickly change the order of the maids and they might find themselves answering to you.” ‘One’ gave Julia a quick hug.  “You will do well here I think and the Mistress likes you, but don't repeat that, or you will suffer for it.”  She stepped back in front of Julia and her smile was kindly, almost motherly and Julia couldn't help liking the woman.  “So, let's find you a uniform.”

Julia wasn’t in the least surprised to find that the uniform was to be in the same latex that the other maids wore. However she quickly found that what, at first glance, had seemed like a dress was in fact in two pieces. The bodice was constructed from heavy grade latex sheeting and, even before being fastened, had a shape all of its own. As ‘one’ fitted it around her, tightening the multiple buckles down the back, Julia felt that she was being moulded to fit it, not the other way round. At the top it was fashioned to lift up her breasts but not to cover her nipples. Julia was glad of that as she didn’t think she could stand the pressure of the firm rubber against her new piercings. At the bottom it was shaped to just above her hips, dipping slightly at the front.

Once that was done it was time for the skirt. This time the sheeting was light and flexible and the cut had a rah-rah feel about it, being both short and heavily pleated. It was accessorised with a white apron, again in the thin sheeting. Then ‘One’ turned back to the cupboards and fetched a pair of court shoes, their three-inch heels being high enough to be difficult without being impossible. A mop cap finished off the ensemble. Julia looked at herself in the mirror; although a shade bizarre it didn’t look too bad. The bodice did a good job of keeping her curves under control, giving her a somewhat flatter stomach than nature had done.

“Come along, we haven’t got all day.” ‘One’ ordered and she led Julia away down to the kitchens where another maid was already at work, wiping down the surfaces. She was obviously Asian, and from the Far East at that. She had a frail delicacy and a thin, rather than round face so Julia guessed she was, for example, Vietnamese rather than Chinese. She wore the same sort of bodice as Julia which exposed her small, but beautifully pert breasts. There was a light silver chain running between the pierced nipples.

“‘Three’, here’s the new girl, set her to work.” ‘One’ said and, without another word, left them to it.

‘Three’ looked up at Julia. “Right, you can start on the pans.” She pointed to a pile of pots and pans in the sink. Julia, realising she had no choice, put on a pair of rubber gloves which hung over the taps and set to work. Out of the corner of her eye she studied the other maid. As they worked away ‘Three’ appeared to ignore Julia, it was as if she wasn’t there. However, as Julia scrubbed away at a pan that had been used to cook scrambled eggs ‘Three’ glanced over.

“Leave soak.” She said, in a strong oriental accent.

“Thanks, ‘Three’.” Julia replied. “That egg is really burnt on.”

The two women returned to working in silence. After a while Julia had finished all the dishes except the scrambled egg pan and ‘Three’ set her to work cleaning out the ovens. Ten minutes later the door opened and a third maid entered. Julia looked up and saw that she was number Two. She glanced around the kitchen.

“Haven’t you two finished yet?” She demanded. Then she saw the scrambled egg pan. “And what on earth is this doing? Why has this been left here?”

“Please, Miss.” ‘Three’ chimed in. “I set the new girl to do the dishes.”

“Is that true?” ‘Two’ demanded of Julia.

“Yes, but…” Julia started.

“It’s always the same with the new girls.” ‘Two’ said with an air of exasperation. “When you are set to do a task you will do it and you will do it properly.”

“But…” Julia started.

“Silence! You’re in enough trouble as it is.”

Julia hung her head, realising she had been stitched up.  She heard a snigger from the doorway and looking up she saw Martha standing there with a grin on her face.  It vanished as ‘Two’ turned towards her.  “What do you want?” Martha's look became sour and she drew herself to her not very impressive height.  “My Mistress wants more coffee.  See to it.”  She turned and stalked from the room.  The coffee was made and sent up but mercifully Julia had nothing to do with it.  It seemed that the other maids respected Persephone's wishes to keep her away from the Countess and Martha seemed tamed for now as well, which Julia felt with some relief.

‘Two’ and ‘Three’ were still giving her a hard time however.  She was set scrubbing floors by ‘Two’ and once they were all but clean ‘Three’ walked over them leaving muddy prints.  ‘Two’ returned to find the floors in a state and Julia was told that she would be punished later for the mess.  She was ordered to clean toilets which had been deliberately been let unflushed and filthy.  ‘Three’ ordered her to clean out all the kitchen bins and scrub them and predictably ‘Two’ filled them with cooking slops just before ‘Three’s inspection leading to the threat of more punishment.  Julia did her best and knew she was being put upon and hoped that it wouldn't last too long.

At about noon ‘Two’ called Julia over.  “‘Five’ wake ‘Four’ and help her wash and dress.” Julia hesitated not know where to find ‘Four’.  “Get a move on you lazy slut! We haven't got all day.” 

“Where to I find her, Miss?” Julia stammered. 

“The doors are numbered.” was all the reply that she got.  She hurried down to what Persephone had termed the 'living quarters'.  Passing her own bedroom she noticed that a number five had been fixed to her door and a little searching found ‘Four’.  All was dark in the windowless room as she pushed open the door.  As she reached for the light switch and snapped it on she thought she caught the sound of sobbing.

The woman in the bed started up guiltily as light flooded the room with a look of terror on her face and Julia could tell that she had been crying – eyes all red and puffy.  A slightly puzzled looked crossed ‘Four’s face.  “Who ... who are you?” Julia looked down at a woman of about her own age and build. 

“I'm ‘Five’ Miss.  I'm here to help you get ready.”

‘Four’ took a deep breath and smoothed her face as best as she could and in a steadier although rather timid voice she answered.  “You're new then.  You won't tell anyone how you found me?” 

“Of course not, Miss.” Julia felt sorry for the girl but couldn't afford to give anything away.

Realization hit ‘Four’.  “I order you not to say a word.  Now, get a move on and get the shower warmed up.” ‘Four’s words were firm but the delivery was less so and Julia heard relief there too.  ‘Four’ got out of bed and Julia saw that the woman was naked except for her collar.  Her nipples and ears were pierced but nowhere else was.  Her legs, bottom and breasts were covered in welts and Julia knew the Countess' work when she saw it.  She felt even more sorry for ‘Four’.

In the bathroom ‘Four’ instructed Julia in how to wash and soap her, slowly gaining in confidence and Julia suspected that having been the at bottom of the pile ‘Four’ was unused to giving orders.  She was inclined to chatter a little and Julia learned that ‘Four’ had been on the night shift and that there was always one maid on night duty. Once ‘Four’ had been dried she ordered Julia to get out tweezers and a magnifying glass and go over her body plucking out any hairs that could be found.  As Julia slowly inspected and teased little hairs from around ‘Four’s pussy she could hear ‘Four’s breathing deepened and Julia realized that ‘Four’ was quite aroused.  She looked up, and the other woman looked back down into Julia's eyes for long moments before telling her to continue.  Julia recalled that there could be no sexual use without permission and withholding sex could be as much a punishment as being forced into it.

Next came the uniform.  At first Julia went easy on ‘Four’ and didn't buckle the corset too tightly until ‘Four’ told her to tighten it more as it would be inspected by one of the other maids and they would both be in trouble if it was too loose.  Julia could see why help was needed dressing as it would be impossible to get into or out of the dress without that help.  The skirts and shoes followed and ‘Four’ applied make up to cover her puffy eyes before checking herself in the mirror.  “Come along ‘Five’.  Get going.  There is work to be done.” ‘Four’ walked out of the door.

When they got back to the kitchens ‘Two’ and ‘Three’ were plating up two meals.

“Ah, there you are.” ‘Two’ said. “Just in time to take these up.”

‘Four’ obviously knew what to do so Julia just followed her lead. They each took a tray and Julia followed ‘Four’ as she led her through some passages to a service lift which whisked them up to the main part of the house. ‘Four’ led them through to the main living area where they found Persephone and the Countess sitting, chatting together. ‘Four’ went over and knelt with her head bowed before the Countess holding the tray out in front of her so that it was about level with her breasts. Julia mirrored this pose in front of Persephone.

At first neither Persephone nor the Countess took any notice but, after a while, Persephone suggested that they eat and they both turned towards their respective trays. For the most part they totally ignored their slaves but when Julia, her muscles aching a bit from holding the tray up, let it wobble a bit almost spilling the wine there was a tut-tutting from Persephone and when Julia glanced up their eyes met for a moment. Persephone seemed disappointed more than anything else.

At last the two women had finished eating and the Countess dismissed them but, as they stood up to leave, Persephone asked ‘Four’ to come over and stand in front of her. She flipped up ‘Four’s skirt and telling her to turn around, examined the welts on her body.

“Really, Countess.” Persephone said with a sigh. “I do wish you’d be a little more considerate of my property.”

“That! That rubbish!” The Countess snorted. “She’s worse than useless. I had such a pounding headache last night and when I sent her for some aspirin she came back without any water to take them with. Really, I’m doing you a favour by reminding her of her duties.”

“I’m not sure she needed quite so much… reminding.” Persephone said.

“Huh! You’re too soft. You’ll never get their respect if they don’t fear you. Pain, that’s the only message these sluts understand; they’re too stupid for subtlety.”

“If you say so.” Persephone replied. “Now, this one” she indicated Julia “needs to be returned to the gallery. If you don’t mind me leaving you for a moment I’ll go and get it sorted.”

“I don’t know why you don’t leave that to ‘One’” the Countess responded. “I’ve certainly left mine in Martha’s tender care.”

“We each have our own ways.” Persephone's voice was calm but Julia was beginning to understand this woman and suspected that Persephone was somewhat irritated as she stood up and, shooed ‘Four’ and Julia before her, walking with them back to the service lift.

“‘Four’, take these trays back to the kitchen and, when you and ‘Five’ have finished your chores, get ‘Five’ stripped and washed and delivered to my door.” She said. “There for two-o-clock.  I would like to supervise the shipping personally. I'm sure you understood.”

“Yes, Mistress, of course, Mistress.” ‘Four’ replied with a little curtsey.

“And you sweetness…” Persephone turned to Julia. “‘One’ tells me that you’ve been somewhat remiss in your tasks.  I would be so sorry to have to sell you.” She looked quite concerned at the thought.

“Please, Mistress…” Julia started but Persephone lazily raised a hand.

“Do you feel that you have the right to speak?” She asked, her voice gaining a little menace.

“No, Mistress.” Julia replied.

“Good.  Your role is to listen and obey.  You have no opinions. Now, you are both of you clever things so I'm sure you can avoid trouble in future.” Persephone's smile was lovely.

They hurried off to the kitchens where all the lunch pots and pans needed to be scrubbed and dried along with glasses, plates and utensils.  ‘Two’ who seemed in charge of the kitchen ordered them both about and was quick to point out their failings.  Julia noticed ‘Four’s relief when she was taken aside by ‘One’ and given detailed instructions in a low voice.  Julia suspected that the instructions were about her and that seemed to be the case for after the final pot had been dried and the kitchen floor scrubbed ‘Four’ lead Julia off with a confident air.

Julia was led to the bathroom where she was told to remove her shoes, cap and skirts.  ‘Four’ struggled with the buckles on the corset but at last it came off and Julia could breath more freely.  ‘Four’ touched the collar.  “Here in the shower is the only time that your collar is removed and it is the first thing to be replaced.  Understand?” Julia nodded “Yes, Miss.” and bent her forward as ‘Four’ unbuckled it.  She was showered and dried quickly but thoroughly and her piercings were carefully washed in saline.  More of the fragrant oil was rubbed into her skin.  ‘Four’ spent a long time rubbing Julia's breasts and inner thighs - more than was necessary and it became more obvious to Julia where ‘Four’ sexuality lay.  Julia was rather disturbed by that as she considered herself to be straight, although ‘Four’s hands felt wonderfully caring after the trials of the last few days.

It was soon over and Julia found herself again at Persephone's bedroom door.  She was told to enter and ‘Four’ was dismissed.  Persephone was at her dressing table and Julia went and knelt beside the stool with her head bowed.  A finger went under her chin and she looked up into exotic eyes.  “Part of my deal with Angie is to prepare you each day.  So now we make a start.”  She turned to the make up box and opened it.  With great care she began to work on Julia's face.  First she tested several foundations to find the closest match to Julia's skin tone.  Satisfied, she put an even layer onto Julia's face and then concentrated on her eyes, cheeks and lips.  Julia had never had a professional makeover and was used wearing little – just enough to enhance her face and she only applied more when she was going out, and even then not much more.  This was an altogether different experience with Persephone taking time and great care; an experience that was more than a little erotic.

Finally Persephone seemed happy.  “Take a look.” She waved at the dressing table mirror.  Julia was astonished.  She didn't recognise herself.  Her lips were a deep purple, almost blue, her cheeks were blushed in subtle browns and her eyes ... her eyes were shaded in browns and copper, carefully lined also in brown and heavy mascara gave them an intensely smoky look that she wouldn't have thought possible.  “Not bad, even if I say so myself.”  Persephone turned Julia's head back and forth to examine her work before ringing the bell.

‘Two’ and ‘Four’ entered with their arms full.  Most of what they carried consisted of a catsuit.  Latex of course and in a rich purple.  At Persephone's instructions Julia was helped into it by the maids with the aid of some talc.  It was crotchless and left her breasts exposed but otherwise covered her to the neck with the zip at the back.  “Sadly, you can't go in this.” Persephone undid Julia's collar.  “Angie has granted me some leeway but I suspect that she would be none to pleased if you arrived in my collar.  That deal is not finalized yet.  Now you two be very careful with the hood.  I don't want you damaging all my fine work.”

With the four hands of the maids working carefully, the matching purple hood was pulled over Julia's head without it touching her face until it was properly in place.  It had a full mask with only eye holes, holes from her nostrils and mouth and slits at the side through which the maids pulled her ear lobes.  She was ordered to stand and the maids sprayed the rubber and polished it hard with cloths until it shone.  Purple platform boots were put on her feet raising her by two inches and a long gold earring was put in her right ear.  The left earring was much shorter but a shiny golden chain was attached to it the other end of which was fastened to her nose ring.  Finally more gold chains were attached to her nipple rings.  A chain between the two and then two longer chains, one from each nipple were fastened at the far end to the rings in her labia.

Persephone walked round Julia nodding with approval before pointing at the full-length mirror.  Julia gazed at herself.  If she had thought herself changed before then this was remarkable.  The purple latex shone and the gold chains sparkled drawing attention to her exposed breasts and pussy.  She was so obviously a sexual object.  The asymmetric earrings and nose chain made her look unusual and Persephone's make up made her eyes and mouth look mysterious, exotic even.  She suddenly saw what Persephone saw in her - a beauty that just needed some shaping and guidance to shine.  For the first time since Julia was forced to strip in the gallery she felt good about herself.  She walked away from the mirror with new confidence and as she knelt before her, Persephone gave her a knowing little smile.  “Time you were on your way sweetness.  Your carriage awaits.”

They were all dismissed and ‘Two’ walked with Julia through the house to the garage.  No bondage this time.  No firm hands on her arm guiding her.  The differences were subtle but marked.  Julia knew that she was still a prisoner and wouldn't get far if she ran but she felt freer and that was deliberate as well she realized.  She was no longer an object to be carted about but a prized possession sent to be put on show.  More power games between Persephone and the gallery she thought.  In the van she was strapped to the side as before but was surprised that the door was not immediately closed.  Then she saw the reason.  A second woman was being led into the vehicle.  Red haired and almost naked she stumbled as she shuffled in.  As the new arrival was strapped in Julia saw that she was hobbled with cuffs and a chain, with the chain passing through a ring on the bottom of a vertical chrome bar which ended in a dildo in her pussy.  She was gagged and her hands were in bondage mittens attached to the bar.  Julia reflected that she had arrived in just that way and that they may have been the very same devices used on her.  Red welts covered her body and Julia suspected that this was the 'toy' that had been arranged for the Countess.  The woman gave Julia a fearful look as the doors were slammed closed and the van pulled away.

When it arrived at the gallery the straps were removed and they were both taken to the workshops. Again there was a difference in the way they were treated. Julia was unbound and simply followed the maid in charge of her. The other woman was still hobbled and had two maids, one on each arm, leading her none too gently.

“Ah, here they are.” Angie said as they arrived. She got up from the sofa where she sat with the curator and went over to Julia and the other woman. “This one” she indicated the other woman “she is a victim. She is the abused, the wounded, the casualty. Fetch the cross; you know the one.”

As two maids went off the rest of the party, with Julia still in tow, went into the gallery where most of the exhibits were already in place. As they arrived at an empty alcove the maids reappeared with a frame made of chrome tubing in an ‘X’ formation. The woman was unfastened from the hobble and the pole removed from between her thighs but her freedom was short lived as she was immediately refastened to the cross by rubber cuffs which were attached to the extremities of the ‘X’. Once she was secure Angie stood back and put her head to one side.

“Nearly, but it lacks the statement.” Angie thought for a moment. “The victim, she is open to all, all who wish to abuse her, is that not so?”

“So true.” Agreed the curator.

“So fetch me the straps, the ones I was working on earlier; quickly now.”

One of the maids rushed off only to return moments later with a curious arrangement made out of rubber strapping which was maybe and inch wide. As it was fitted it became clear how it worked. The first, biggest strap went around the waist like a belt. At either hip there were vertical straps which ran down connecting with straps which fastened around the tops of the thighs. From these vertical straps hung fine strings, presumably again made from rubber and each ended is a metallic clip. One by one these were fastened to the woman’s labia pulling them upwards and outwards holding her open and exposed. As each clip was attached Julia saw the woman wince in pain.

“There, do you see how she actively invites the abuse.” Angie said, standing back and admiring the effect. “Her sex cries out to be violated. How can her tormentors resist?”

Angie turned to Julia who was waiting patiently, wondering with some trepidation, what was going to be her lot today.

“This one, this is no victim.” Angie went up to Julia and stroked her latex covered cheek. “She is the mystery of sex, the hidden allure, the secret desire. She is a precious jewel, a jewel that needs to be in a fine setting. What shall we do with her?”

Angie led the group down to an alcove that was empty except for a pedestal.  “Now, let's see ... Fetch the spider stool and a couple of spreader bars ...” She rattled off a list of items and the maids scurried to obey.  The spider stool turned out to be an X of chrome tubing with a small, concave seat in its centre.  Four legs extended down at right angles from the ends of the X and these were supported by a number of crossbars to make the whole thing stable.  The maids set the stool up and made sure that the legs were firmly attached to the pedestal.  Angie motioned for Julia to sit and once she was seated a spreader bar was cuffed to her ankles and adjusted so that her legs were spread and ran along two of the stools legs.  The maids took straps and buckled Julia's legs at thighs, knees and carves to the chrome tubing of the stool.  Finally cuffs were put on her wrists binding them together with a short chain.

Angie walked around the pedestal considering.  “I need another body ... You! Open your mouth.”  She pointed at one of the maids.  Startled the maid opened up and in a couple of strides Angie was beside her looking into it. “I thought so ... you will do.  Strip her and find a hood ... Pink I think.”  The other maid helped the hapless girl out of her uniform before going to find the hood.  Then Angie instructed the girl to stick out her tongue which Julia saw was pierced.  Removing the piercing Angie replaced it with another from which a short length of gold chain dangled.

“Where's that lazy bitch with the hood?” She muttered just as the maid returned.  The pink hood was placed over the girl's short hair and the chain fed through the mouth hole.  A collar was put on the girl which had a short chain and clips at the back, and the girls arms were bound behind her at wrists and elbows.  She was ordered to kneel in front of the pedestal and a spreader bar was cuffed to her ankles.  Julia's cuffed wrists were placed round the girl's neck and locked  to the chains at the back of the girl's collar, leaving Julia's hands resting on the girls back.  Finally the short chain from the tongue piercing was clipped to one of the rings in Julia's pussy.

Angie walked around admiring her work, before tapping the girl on her head.  “You know what's expected of you when visitors are viewing?”  The girl nodded.  “Let's have a little demonstration then.”  The girl pushed her face between Julia's legs and with slow, firm strokes began to lick her pussy.

As Angie and the others left the girl stopped but Julia couldn’t help but be aware of the face between her thighs. The feel of the girl’s breath tingling against her damp flesh was a constant reminder of what was in store and part of Julia just wished she’d get on with it. Fortunately it wasn’t long before the visitors started to arrive and the girl started in earnest.

Julia tried to do what she had done on the previous occasions; she tried to distance herself, to sink into an almost trance like state where she just existed, waiting for the ordeal to be over. However this time it was very different. The girl between her thighs was no novice and she was riding wave after wave of sensation. She couldn’t suppress a groan of pleasure and that started to attract a crowd. Even if she closed her eyes she could still hear the comments as the spectators noted every sound she made, every slightest movement. She tried to fight it but she was being inexorably driven, higher and higher as the relentless tongue flicked back and forth against her clitoris.

Unable to stop herself she opened her eyes and stared at the crowd many of whom seemed mesmerised, following her excitement with their own. They all seemed to have their eyes locked on her; she felt pinned to the seat not just by the straps and cuffs which held her but by their combined stares. She could feel, deep, deep in the back of her throat a cry building within her and, much as she tried hard to suppress it, she was losing control; it joined the growing tension within her, a tension which wouldn’t be denied, a tension which she was powerless to contain.

“Oh My God!!! Oh My God!!! OH MY GOD!!!” The shout, the scream, the cry was as much part of the orgasm as the explosion between her thighs, the explosion which wracked her body causing her to thrash about testing the strength of her bonds and the construction of the chair to its limits. However, it was far stronger than she was and there was no escape, no respite, the girl just kept on licking, her unremitting tongue still keeping the same rhythm, beating against her over sensitive clitoris, pushing her on and on and on so that Julia had hardly caught her breath before the second wave crashed through her.

“Nnngg…” Her cry this time was strangled; there was a taste of pain within the pleasure, so much, too much ecstasy was hard to endure and, if she had had any way of doing so she would have pushed the girl away. As it was all she could do was sit there and take it, each beat of the tongue a beat of fire against her swollen flesh.

Maybe the girl took pity, or maybe she just got tired, but, whilst she didn’t exactly stop, she did ease back, licking gently, tenderly along her labia and avoiding her clitoris for a while. Gratefully Julia relaxed back as far as she could letting her limbs relax as far as she was able. There was a round of applause from the crowd.

“Superb, absolutely superb! Angie never fails to amaze.” A strident voice rang out.

“Indeed, reminiscent of her earlier work.” Another added. “What’s this one called?”

“Adoration.” The first voice replied. Julia looked up. Two middle aged women of obvious means were discussing her. One was checking a catalogue. “There’s a provisionally sold sticker against it.”

“Hmm… Provisional, eh? Maybe we can out bid. She’d be a fine addition to our collection. Let’s go and find out.” The two women left.

The rest of the evening tested the endurance of both Julia, and the girl between her thighs, to their limits. Time and time again Julia was pushed towards an orgasm and each time it was harder, each time her clitoris got a bit more tender adding a touch more pain to the mix between pain and pleasure and, she could tell from the panting between times, that the girl was tiring as well. However they were evidently the hit of the show and there was often a crowd around them. They both knew the instructions the girl had been given and both were well aware that stopping would have painful consequences.

When the last client left and the gallery finally closed for the night Julia collapsed completely exhausted. Indeed, she had to be helped to her feet and supported as she was led back to the van. This time the straps were welcome, so, so welcome and, as they were fastened around her she relaxed into their embrace. She hardly looked up as the other woman, the Countess’s toy, was strapped to the wall opposite. With a lurch the van left the loading bay and they were taken back to Persephone’s house.