The Gallery

Julia almost collapsed as the restraints were unfastened.  She hadn't even felt the van stop or the doors open. 

“Get moving.  Get changed and report to the kitchen.  ‘four’ will help you.”  ‘two’s voice was strong with disapproval. 

As ‘two’ led the 'toy' away, Julia followed and then stumbled towards the living quarters.  ‘four’ was waiting and between them the chains, purple catsuit and boots were removed.  The make up that Persephone had spent some much time on was a mess, both from the hood and the rigors of the evening and ‘four’ spent some time removing it.  When she held up the heavy corset of the uniform Julia looked at in dismay.  Surely she wasn't going to be working at this late hour ... it was after 11 O'clock? 

“But, but ...” she stammered. 

“No, buts.  I'm told you have chores to do before bed.  You can't get out of your responsibilities just because you have been granted an afternoon off.” ‘four’ was getting better at giving orders but still had a fair way to go in Julia's opinion.  The words lacked conviction, and she was sure that ‘four’ was under pressure to 'perform' just as she was.

Reluctantly Julia was helped into her uniform and returned to the kitchen.  ‘two’ was there waiting.  “You took your time.  You are really one of the laziest we have had here.  Another black mark girl.”  Julia was too tired to argue which was probably just as well.  “The Mistress has instructed me to see that you are fed well.” ‘two’ went on.  “Here is your dinner.”

She held up a plate containing a full roast dinner.  Roast pork, roast potatoes, Brussels sprouts, French beans, carrots and baby corn with a little dollop of apple sauce.  Julia's mouth watered even if the potion was small with much more vegetables compared to the meat and potatoes.  “This is to show you that you are having a well balanced diet.  The Mistress will have no complaints.”  ‘two’ walked to the work surface where she used a spatula to scrape the contents of the plate into a waiting blender.  She poured in a good amount of gravy and then set to work reducing the meal to a brown mush.  She tipped the half solid mixture into a large shallow bowl and set it on the floor.  Moving behind Julia she cuffed her wrists behind her back and put her lips close to Julia's ear.  “You have ten minutes to eat.  Any that is left when I return you will lose.”

Julia knew that the only way she was going to eat was to kneel and put her face into the bowl.  As ‘two’ left she began to eat.  It was cold, congealed and unappetizing but she was famished and set to with a will, even licking out the bowl to get the last scraps.  When ‘two’ returned she smiled – the first smile that Julia had seen from the maid.  “It's always nice to see my cooking appreciated.  Now, you have tasks.  Wash all the dishes and pots from dinner and then scrub the floor.  Once you are done press the 'night' button on the intercom and ‘four’ will inspect your work and help you to your bed.”  She released Julia's wrists and with a “Good night” left Julia to survey the mountain of work.

It took almost an hour for Julia to get though all the chores and when she had finished and pressed the buzzer, ‘four’ took a while to look everything over before pronouncing it “acceptable”.  She returned to the living quarters with ‘four’ who helped her out of her uniform and ordered her to wash and clean her teeth.  Julia collapsed into bed with relief and was asleep almost as soon as the light had been put out.

It seemed no time at all before the light was snapped on again and she was being shaken awake.  ‘three’ was standing over her all but naked.  “Put this on.”  Groggily Julia got out of bed and looked at what was being held out to her.  It was a sports bra, a halter, but cut away to expose the nipples.  She struggled into it and ‘three’ helped her do it up.  “And these.” She commanded.  Running shoes.  As Julia slipped them on she noted that ‘three’ was dressed similarly.  “Move!” She left the room and Julia had to hurry to catch up.  They entered a room that had been set up as a gym.  ‘one’ and ‘two’ were already there, both also in sports bra and shoes, each working out on a piece of equipment.  Being surrounded by almost naked women was a surreal experience for Julia.  She noted that ‘one’ although being probably in her mid forties had a firm body that would look good on a woman ten or fifteen years younger. ‘one’ also had a large tattoo on her right buttock.  It was the letter P but it was like one of those illuminated letters from medieval gospels.  It was red and had a plant entwined around it.  The flowers were white with six thin petals in a star shape.

Julia wasn't allowed time to gorp.  ‘three’ took her aside and asked her details of her diet and the amount she had used to exercise.  Once she had the facts she wrote out a list of instructions and worked through them with Julia.  “All the maids except whomever is on night duty exercise between six and seven.  This is the workout plan that you will follow and its difficulty will increase as your fitness improves.  You will be monitored closely by me to see that there is no slacking.  You will be punished if you don't work your hardest.”  The next hour was spent with ‘three’ showing how to use each piece of equipment and monitoring Julia's progress.  At the end of the hour they all moved onto the shower room to wash and prepare for the day.

Julia was paired with ‘one’ and they washed and soaped each other down before drying each other off. ‘one’ inspected and cleaned Julia's piercings and then rubbed her in the oil.  Julia noticed that she was the only one to be coated in the sweet smelling oil.  She also marvelled at how firm ‘one’s body was and noticed that the tattoo was not that new as the colours had started to fade and run together. 

“I hear you had quite a workout at the gallery last night.” ‘one’ had a half smile on her lips. 

“Yes, Miss.”

“Angie can put her exhibits through a lot.”  ‘one’ dismissed the subject and handed Julia tweezers and a magnifying glass.  “Check me over.” she ordered and Julia spent sometime going over ‘one’s body.  They were few hairs to find and it made Julia wonder just how many years ‘one’ had been used to this.  Certainly ‘one’ was very comfortable being naked.  It was as if she didn't notice if she was wearing clothes or not.

The maids helped each other dress and then Julia was sent to find ‘four’ and help her undress and get to bed.  She was beginning to get the rhythm of the house and as she returned to the kitchens for instructions she hoped that she wouldn't be too exhausted.  After all she had duties at the gallery as well.

No sooner had she returned to the kitchens than ‘two’ called her over.

“You took your time, again.” ‘two’ moaned. “You’re just in time to take up Mistress’s breakfast tray. Apparently she asked for you in particular.”

Julia took the tray and waited whilst ‘two’ filled the coffee pot and took a warmed croissant from the oven.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” ‘two’ demanded when Julia did not leave immediately.

“Please, Miss, I don’t know the way.” Julia explained.

“Service lift, top floor, first on the right.” ‘two’ said curtly. “Now get on with it. I won’t be to blame if the coffee is cold.”

Julia followed the instructions and knocked gently on the door. When she heard a calm ‘come’ she pushed it open and took the tray over to the bed where Persephone was waiting. Julia handed her the tray and gave a little curtsy but as she turned to leave Persephone stopped her. With a wave of her hand she pointed to the side of the bed.

“There is no need to rush off, little one. We have a few things to discuss.” Persephone said as she poured herself a coffee. “You were quite a hit last night and I find myself in a bidding war.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.” Julia said as she knelt down and bowed her head.

“Oh, don’t be; it’s nice to know I’m not the only one who sees your value. But don’t become too expensive, I’d hate lose you now.”  Persephone wagged in finger in mock disapproval while smiling down at her. “But ‘five’, that is not your concern.  A little bird tells me that you’ve been rather slow in learning your chores and that several times you have been reprimanded for not completing a task properly or for answering back.  We can't have that, can we?”

“But Mistress, Please…” Julia started.

Persephone's look was of deep disappointment and regret and Julia stammered to a  halt.  Persephone shook her head sadly.  “That’s exactly what I mean. I take you in, I look after you, I clothe you, I feed you and in return you have so little do.  Just obey me and mine.  Do as you are instructed without comment or complaint.  Is that really so hard?”  Her words were gentle and concerned and Julia felt really terrible for disappointing this woman.

“No, Mistress.” She managed.

“So we will try again. I’m going to ask ‘one’ to arrange for you to have a little reminder of how to behave. What do you say?”

“Thank you, Mistress.” Julia thought for a moment. “I deserve to be punished for my ingratitude.”

“Much better sweetness.” Persephone purred. “You’ll find life so much easier once you know your place. Tell me, have you eaten yet?”

“No, Mistress.”

Persephone smiled  “Open wide.” When Julia had complied she cut a piece of melon from the slice in front of her and held it out on her fork. Gratefully Julia leaned forward and took it with her teeth and swallowed. The melon was so refreshing she couldn’t help but lick her lips.

“There, good girl, sweetness.  Now, how about some coffee?”

“Ooh, yes, please, Mistress.” Julia couldn’t keep the eagerness from her voice. However she was slightly non-plussed when Persephone filled not a cup but a bowl, pouring it in from the jug until it was maybe half an inch deep. Then she added some cream and, leaning out of the bed, placed it on the floor in front of Julia.

“Don't waste any, now.”

Julia had the sense not to pick the bowl up but, keeping her hands clasped behind her back, knelt forward and lapped it up like a cat. She was still like that when the door opened and ‘one’ appeared.

“Ah, ‘one’,” Persephone said, looking up. “This one has agreed that a little lesson in good behavior is necessary. I know that you will handle it admirably.  Please send in ‘three’ to help me with my shower.  I will be down after that.”

“Of course, Mistress.” ‘one’ went over to Julia and, taking her by the arm, pulled her to her feet and led her out of the bedroom.

‘one’ walked Julia down to the living quarters.  “I want you to think carefully.  You are going to choose your own punishment.  Of course if I don't judge it strict enough, I will pick something and it will be much worse than anything you can think up.  Is that clear?” 

Julia bit her lip and nodded.  “Yes, Miss.” she managed in a quiet voice. 

“Ok, you have 5 minutes to come up with something.  Julia almost panicked ... so little time to come up with something that ‘one’ would feel was appropriate.  She thought and thought and knew that she had to be hard on herself or risk disappointing Persephone again.  Reluctantly she realized that humiliation should be part of it as well as pain.  It should be harsh but fair.

“Well, I'm waiting!” ‘one’ wasn't in any mood to be put off.  Julia took a breath.  “I ... I should be naked from now until it is time to go to the gallery.  Crawl on all fours except where a task requires otherwise and ... and in that time I will kneel to everyone in the household, tell them what I have done, ask for them to forgive me and to punish me with the cane that I hold out for them.”  Julia was breathing hard hoping that what she had offered would be enough.

‘one’ considered.  “Even to Martha and the Countess?” 

Julia blanched she had not thought of that, but she nodded.  “Even the Countess, Miss” she almost whispered. 

“Yes, that is good enough.”  Then ‘one’ relented.  “With Martha and the Countess, I will time things so that the Mistress is there at the same time.  That should curb the worst of their excesses.”  She nodded slowly and then looked at Julia.  “Well then, better get started.  I will help you out of the corset.  Strip off the rest – not the collar of course.”  Julia quickly removed her cap, shoes and skirt and 'one' helped her out of the thick corset.  Naked except for the collar she dropped onto hands and knees and 'one' prodded her towards the elevator and the kitchens below.  She didn't see where 'one' produced a cane from she found one placed before her mouth which she took between her teeth.

The kitchen was busy with activity with 'two' and 'three' working away preparing lunch.  Julia crawled toward 'two', knelt up and let the cane drop into her hands.  Palms up she offered it to the maid.  “Miss, I know that I have made mistakes and answered back when I shouldn't.  I am truly sorry and ask you to punish me for my behaviour.”  'two' looked down at her. 

“And you are really sorry?” 

“Yes, Miss.” 

The maid gave a quick nod and took the cane.  “On all fours.  Put your ass in the air.”  Julia did so and 'two' used the cane for a full minute on Julia exposed behind.  Julia tried her best not to scream in pain but she couldn't help some sounds from escaping her lips.  “Kneel up!” Julia quickly obeyed.  “I hope you have learned your lesson and behave in a more fitting manner from now on.” 

“Yes, Miss.  Thank you Miss.” Julia nodded and 'two' placed the cane back in Julia's mouth.

'three' had been watching and Julia crawled over to her and the ritual was repeated.  'three' caned her behind but also her breasts although not very hard.  Satisfied, 'three' ordered Julia to hold the cane in her teeth and then sent her to do kitchen chores.  Both 'two' and 'three' continued to find fault with Julia's work and each time she was told to kneel and offer the cane apologizing for her mistakes and receiving three whacks on the bottom. 

Finally 'one' returned to the kitchen.  “It's time to visit the Countess.” Julia's heart jumped into her mouth but she dropped to a crawl and followed 'one' to the rooms above.

Outside the door 'one' looked down at Julia.  “The Mistress has been warned.  Go directly to the Countess and explain the situation quickly and clearly.” She knocked on the door and once they were invited in Julia, cane in mouth, crawled into the room.  The Countess was sitting on a sofa with her feet resting the on back of the red-haired 'toy' who was on all fours.  As Julia moved towards her the Countess idly swatted the girl's red behind with a crop.

As Julia crawled up close to the Countess, she noticed Persephone on another sofa nearby, looking relaxed and Martha standing to attention in the background ready to serve.  Julia knelt up as before with the cane across her palms.  “Mistress, in the past few days I have been inattentive to my chores and made mistakes.  Also I have spoken out of turn.  This has effected the running of the household and I am very sorry and am asking forgiveness and punishment.”  She could barely keep her hands from trembling as the Countess considered.

The Countess aimed a kick at the 'toy'.  “Get out of my way.  I have another matter to attend to.”  The girl give Julia a fearful, tear-stained look before scurrying for a corner of the room.  “Well, Well no the paragon of virtue, are you?”  The Countess looked over to Persephone.  “I told you you were too soft on her.  See how she repays you.” 

Persephone shrugged seemingly unconcerned.  “New maids always take a few days to settle in.  It was not unexpected.”  Her face had a bland look that showed nothing.

The Countess turned back to Julia and took the cane.  “Stand up!  Feet apart.  Put your hands on your head.”  Julia jumped to obey stood shaking as the Countess walked round her.  “Martha, you may assist me.” Martha came over with a gleam in her eye and the crop was held out to her.  The next ten minutes were utter agony for Julia as the Countess and Martha set about Julia with crop and cane.  They concentrated their hardest strokes on her bottom, thighs and breasts where they would do less permanent harm but some fell on her belly, back, legs and arms and even on her pussy.  Julia couldn't help but cry out and she had tears in here eyes.  Persephone looked on impassively.  When they had finished both woman were hot and flustered and the Countess was obviously aroused.  Julia could hardly move from the pain but as the Countess placed the cane back in her mouth she was able to get down on all fours and move over to Persephone.

She held out the cane as before but before she could speak Persephone held up a hand and stopped her.  “No, ‘five’.  I should be last.  You should fully understand that ultimately you answer to me and that you are mine to command and care for.  Go now and apologize to the rest of the staff and come to me just before it is time for you to go to the gallery.”  She waved Julia away and Julia was just turning to leave the room when the Countess spoke.  “If the whole household is to punish her then my two maids should also get their turns.  They are part of the household too.”  Julia saw the slightest of frowns cross Persephone's face before she nodded.  “Yes, of course.  'one' fetch them.”

The foreign maids were brought into the room and Martha seems to take great delight in explaining to them what was going on.  Julia knelt again to each of them and Martha translated.  The maids were hard but fair on Julia, with even strokes.  She suspected that they had been in her situation many times and took no pleasure in this but were not going to go easy on her with their Mistress looking on.  Once they had finished Julia was allowed to crawl from the room.  'one' nudged her back to the elevator and down to the kitchens.  In the kitchens 'four' was waiting.

“Please Miss, I have been bad at my work and insolent to my superiors.  I am sorry and wish to be punished.”  Julia held out the cane to 'four' who looked hesitant as she took it. 

“Come now 'four', you understand the need for discipline.  'one's voice was unforgiving.

'four' swallowed and nodded and gave an number of strokes to Julia's behind, enough to satisfy the other three maids that were watching.  Finally 'one' took the cane. 

“‘five’, you know that this is for your own good, don't you?”

“Yes, Miss.” Julia could tell that 'one' didn't enjoy giving the punishment but the strokes were strong and Julia winced.  Once she had finished 'one' looked at the other three maids and each in turn gave a quick nod.  “Make sure ‘five’ is at the Mistress’s bedroom door by 2 O'clock.” 'one' left and 'two' took charge setting them all on preparing lunch.

Julia was left alone from then on.  No faults were found with her work and she was delivered to Persephone's door in good time.  The door was ajar and she could hear voices inside.  “...feels she was brave in her punishment and have accepted her now.  There should be no more hazing.” 'one' spoke softly.  “Good, the Countess put her through enough, but she is made of strong stuff and won't be any the worse for it after a few days.  I have some hopes for her, but where is she?  She should be here by now.”  At Persephone's slight irritation Julia knocked. “Come” the voice was firm and Julia crawled in with the cane in her mouth.

Before she had moved more than a few yards Persephone waved her hand.  “No more of this.  You have been punished enough.  You have been strong, sweetness and have borne it well.  I am proud of you and will not inflict more on you.”  Persephone was calm but there was a smile on her face.  “But, now it is time to decide how you should be packaged for Angie.”

Julia’s heart sunk at the thought of returning to the gallery but she knew better than to complain; her buttocks and breasts still stung from that lesson. However, Persephone noticed her change in countenance.

“Why the face, sweetness? I'm sure you proud that people are coming to see my latest possession. You should be grateful that Angie wants you, or do you need another lesson?”

“No, Miss, of course not, Miss.” Julia said, horrified at the thought of more beatings. She dropped to her knees and bowed her head. “I am honoured that you should wish to display me in this way.”

“Good. Now, come here sweetness and let me have a look at you, let's see if there’s been any damage.”

Julia stood back up and went over to Persephone who examined her carefully being especially thorough where the cane had struck her pierced nipples and around her pussy.

“Nothing too serious although that pretty little bottom of yours will be sore for a while. There’s no point in trying to hide the bruising so we might as well make a feature of it. Come and kneel in front of me while I do your make up.” Julia knelt back down again and Persephone, fetching item after item from the table next to her took great care as she applied the make up, concentrating on her lips and eyes.

“Lovely.” She looked at Julia's face and admired her work. “I’ve a surprise for you sweetness, a brand new outfit made specially just for you. Shall we try it on?” Persephone smiled warmly, rang a bell and, moments later, ‘three’ and ‘four’ arrived carrying a bright red bundle. Almost inevitably it was a bright scarlet cat suit and ‘three’ and ‘four’ laid it out prior to helping her into it.

It must, indeed, have been made-to-measure as it was skin tight all over. The material was quite thick and, once again, as she disappeared inside it, Julia felt as if she were being transformed into a featureless manikin. The part covering the feet had been moulded to incorporate four-inch stiletto heels and the hands were featureless gloves. At the front there was a heart shaped cutaway exposing her crotch and two circular cutaways, one for each breast. At the rear there was another cutaway, this time exposing her buttocks. The hood was fully integrated with holes made for her nostrils, eyes, ears and mouth. The opening for her mouth could be opened and closed by an almost ornamental zipper and another zipper reached from the opening around her buttocks all the way up her spine, and ending at the top of her head fastened the whole thing.

Once it was fitted Persephone stood up and led Julia, tottering slightly on the high heels, over to a mirror.

“Look, sweetness, do you see how beautiful you have become? Isn’t this outfit delightful; look how it shows off your charms. I know you know how to stand properly, to show yourself off to best advantage.” Persephone's smile was dazzling and Julia put her hands behind her back and stood with her legs apart.  Persephone reached down and eased Julia’s pussy lips apart, her skillful fingers probing gently inside. Julia couldn’t help herself as her body responded. Indeed, from the time of her capture she seemed to be constantly on the edge of arousal.

As Julia studied herself in the mirror she noticed that the hands and feet of the cat suit had chrome rings attached, the quick release sort which could be easily attached and released as and when required. Persephone took her arms and held them behind her back, fastening the hand rings together.

“‘three’” Persephone called out. “I need some rouge, fetch it.”

Next to the mirror was a table with various bits of makeup arranged on it. ‘three’ found some rouge but as she handed it to Persephone she was told, instead that she should apply it so she knelt down in front to Julia and carefully applied the rouge to Julia’s labia, emphasizing her pussy’s scarlet gash. When ‘three’ stood up again Julia stared at the mirror. This image before her, this erotica, this image of hot, steamy sex, could this really be her? Even the parts of her that were not masked by the catsuit were heavily made up and stylized. She could feel Persephone’s hand still grasping her wrists behind her back; part of her wanted to feel them back between her thighs again, to allow herself to indulge the dark passions within. However, she was brought back to earth by Persephone ordering ‘three’ and ‘four’ to take her to the van.

Even with two people supporting her it was hard to keep her balance on the tottering heels and her feet were already complaining about being squeezed into the pointed toes of the suit. However it wasn’t long before she was in the van and, once again, could relax as the supporting straps cocooned her to the wall. There was quite a wait before the limp and broken woman that was the Countess’s toy was brought along. She was covered in vivid red wheals and Martha was being none too gentle with her but she was mute and unresisting; you could tell that she had retreated far inside herself and there was no fight left within her. Julia shuddered to think that this might so easily have been her. Her gratitude to Persephone, which earlier had been mostly faked, was suddenly very real. She knew now that Persephone must win the bid; she dare not take the risk that anyone else might buy her and that she’d end up a broken doll like the Countess’s toy.

With the toy strapped up opposite Julia Martha closed the rear doors of the van and they set off, lurching into the London traffic.

When they arrived at the gallery they both had to be helped to the workshops. Julia could hardly walk because of the heels, the toy was nearly catatonic and needed to be half dragged, half carried.

“Ah, here we are.” Angie said as they were brought before her. “Well, well, well, it would seem that the Countess has all but broken this one. She’s no use any more; send her back; the Countess knows the policy, she breaks ‘em, she pays for ‘em. Now, as for this one…”

Angie studied Julia closely.

“It looks like this one’s been mistreated as well. Those are cane marks if I’m any judge, and quite recently too.” Angie continued. “But look at her, she stands tall and proud, undefeated. See how her whole body is focused on her sex; she must be open, available, accessible. Take her to the pillars.”

Julia was led to the center of the gallery where there were two pillars set maybe four feet apart. Lengths of chain led from the pillars and were attached to the loops at her hands and feet until she was spread-eagled between them. Try as she might it was impossible for Julia to keep her balance on the high heels and she couldn’t help be slump between them hanging from her wrists.

“It’s not quite right.” Angie pondered. “She shouldn’t fall about like that. I know, give her a bar stool.”

Julia wondered what was meant by a bar stool; surely not the usual thing, the sort found in pubs? one of the assistants went off only to return with a contraption made of leather and chrome tubing. As they sorted it all out Julia saw that it was a padded leather seat but, poking up through the middle was a chrome phallus maybe six inches long and an inch or so in diameter. A floor tile from between Julia’s feet was removed and replaced by one with a hole in it and, up through the hole, came a chrome tube similar to the one she had been impaled on before. The assistant fitted the leather seat on top and, as it rose, hands held Julia’s buttocks guiding her onto it until she felt the cold hard chrome pressing against her anus. The seat kept rising and there was no stopping it, slowly, inevitably, it forced its way past her puckered ring and she felt its bulk filling her, tearing her asunder. At last she felt the leather touch her buttock and start to take her weight until, half hanging, half sitting, she was finally arranged to Angie’s satisfaction.

“Right then, now for the acolytes. Nuns, that’s what this needs. You and you; go and get changed. You know the costumes I mean. And bring the accessories.” The two assistants that Angie had indicated rushed off. Whilst she waited Angie inspected Julia again, stroking the latex sensuously and staring deep, deep into Julia’s eyes as if trying to gauge her reaction. A few minutes later the assistants returned but this time they were dressed in bizarre outfits designed to parody a nun’s habit and wimple. From the tray of accessories Angie took a couple of heavy metal crosses and attached them to the rings on Julia’s nipples; the slightest movement made them swing about, sending little stabs of pain through her breasts. The two ‘nuns’ then knelt down in front to Julia and Angie took from the tray a selection of cuffs and chains and attached each ‘nun’ so that her wrists were fastened around Julia’s legs.

“Very pretty. Very pretty indeed.” Angie said, standing back. “We must be almost ready for opening.”

Julia hung there with the two ‘nun’s chained at her feet, waiting.

It wasn’t long before the first clients arrived and, once again, the exhibition was proving popular. Positioned as they were in the centre of the gallery Julia and her acolytes were a major focus of attention. As the crowds built the ‘nun’s went into action, caressing Julia’s thighs and hips, kissing, stroking and even licking the shiny latex but it was noticeable that they kept clear of her pussy.

Quite a crowd had gathered when there was a sudden burst of organ music from the P.A. and a voice over asked them to stand back. As they did so Julia saw, coming down the gallery towards her, a woman dressed only in white stockings, white high-heeled shoes and a lace veil. Her consort consisted of two maids one on either side.

“See her approach.” Came the voice from the P.A. “She nears her destiny, her future, her womanhood. She must kneel before her goddess, make her offering of love.”

The woman was knelt down in front of Julia, the two ‘acolytes’ moving aside as much as they could to make way for her. Her veil was lifted and she leant forward, her tongue heading straight for Julia’s pussy. one of the maids that had been accompanying the woman went round behind Julia, reached round to unzip her mouth, and placed some sort of harness over her head. Immediately Julia heard breathing, her breathing, over the P.A. The harness was a head mike and every sound she made was audible throughout the gallery.

A thousand thoughts raced through her mind but mostly she remembered the Countess’s toy and, by implication, what would happen if she were anything less than compliant. But it wasn’t just fear which drove her. In spite of, or maybe because of, the twin pains from her rectum and nipples she was already aroused and the woman licking away between her thighs was no amateur. She leant back her head and gave a groan of pleasure, a groan that took no faking at all, a groan that echoed around the gallery.

It was disconcerting to have every breath, every whimper, every sound amplified, magnified and thrown back at her but it all added to the unreality. She was no longer Julia, she was the Goddess and to feel this passion, to share this passion was right and proper. She gave another groan, getting a thrill from the sound of her own arousal echoing back from the P.A. Opening her eyes she gazed back at the rapt faces of the audience, they wanted, no needed, to witness her fervor. She gave a shudder and the twin crosses hanging from her nipples danced on the end of their rings sending electric bolts of pain which shot like lightning to her groin. As her senses went into overload she could only utter little animal cries from the back of her throat, she could feel herself losing control, this was too much to handle, too much to take in until, crashing through her body, the first wave of her ecstasy crashed though her and a cry, a scream, that was neither pain nor pleasure but simply a release of all that was pent up within her rang through the gallery.

As the waves subsided Julia slumped forward as far as her bonds would allow. To tumultuous applause from the crowd the woman got to her feet and, as she stood up, Julia was not surprised to see that her face was dripping wet. Her release had not just been internal but had flowed from her in every sense of the word. Julia even managed a smile as she felt the afterglow tingle through her limbs.

The woman gave Julia a wink and stepped up to remove the head harness.  She then put her arms over Julia's shoulders and bent forward to kiss her full on the mouth.  The kiss was long and lingering and the audience who had thought that the show was over turned back to watch.  As the kiss became more passionate they began to applaud.  The woman was rubbing her naked breasts against Julia's, the crosses dangling between them and Julia understood just how aroused this woman was.  Hands slid down her back and played with her bare buttocks and still the kiss went on, tongues probing deeper.

As the clapping grew louder with even a few wolf whistles, Julia realized just how much she was enjoying having an audience; enjoying being exposed to all; enjoying being licked to orgasm in public; and enjoying the attention afterwards.  She knew she had come a long way in a few days and understood that if she went back, even if she was given the choice, she would never be able to regain the feelings that were currently flowing through her body.

At last the kiss broke and Julia looked into the woman's eyes, holding them for a long moments before bending her head forwards and licking some of her own juices from the face before her.  The woman stepped back and zipped up Julia's mouth and with a last pat on the behind walked away.

“Thank you, ladies.” The voice came over the P.A. “There will be another showing of Worshipping the Goddess in an hour’s time.”

Julia was left to contemplate those feelings that she had felt and understood that it wasn't from the safety of anonymity that drove her desire to perform sexually in front of a crowd  and that if she was unhooded and able to be recognized it would be even more of a turn on.  She only had a fairly short time to wait as it was only an hour before the next performance, and the next, and the next and the next.

Four more times the same formula was followed; four more times Julia was licked until she came;  four more times that long lingering kiss and each time she felt the applause of the crowd running through her and heightening the orgasm.

Although being removed from the dildo in her anus was an uncomfortable experience, Julia felt surprisingly fresh as she was walked back to the van and strapped in.  The night before she had been hanging from the straps but this time she felt warm to her core and somewhere close to happiness.  As the van began to move Julia contemplated what she was becoming.