The Gallery

'three' unstrapped Julia and led her through the garage.  She seemed distracted.  “You are in luck 'five'.  'four' is doing your chores.  The Countess has found fault with her again and beat her.  The Mistress decided that it would be better to take her off the night shift and put me on instead.”  'three' sounded irritated.  “That means that I won't be there to supervise your workout in the morning, so you better recall what I told you this morning.” 

“Yes, Miss” Julia felt that 'three's attitude towards her had changed.  Before she had been watched carefully and every detail of what she did and said was under scrutiny.  Now she was barely noticed, just another task to be seen to.  It was acceptance of sorts. 

“Stop day dreaming and get moving, 'five'!  'four' will feed you and help you undress, shower and get you to bed.  She is in the kitchen.  Go!”  'three' strode off and Julia was left to hobble to the kitchen herself in her red heels.  Another change that, being left to roam the house alone.

A glance into the kitchen showed a scene of misery.  'four' was scrubbing away surrounded by a mountain of dirty pans.  As Julia entered the maid looked up and it was obvious that she had been crying.  Julia felt sorry for her once more, but there was little that she could do.  She went and knelt respectfully on the floor, a proper submissive, with legs apart and wrists crossed behind her back.  “I was told to come here to be fed and helped to bed, Miss.” 

'four' blinked teary eyes at her and nodded.  “Yes, it's pasta for dinner and then bed.  I'm to return to the chores.” 

“Do you need any help, Miss?”

'four' hesitated before shaking her head.  “No, the work has been given to me, so I better do it.  Come on, let's get you fed.  I've been keeping your dinner warm.”

The pasta was spaghetti of course and Julia's heart sank as she imagined having to put her face into the bowl to eat it, but 'four' added a tomato based sauce and knelt of the floor in front of her.  With a fork and spoon Julia was fed, the maid opposite her mirroring her position, their knees almost touching.  Proper food as well; no longer puréed mush.  As before Julia found the experience erotic and even 'four' seemed to cheer up a bit.  Once she was fed, she was led back to the living quarters where 'four' helped her out of the catsuit before putting her into the shower and washing her down.  After being dried off, her piercings were washed and inspected and she was rubbed down with the familiar scented oil.  She was led to her room, seen into bed and was asleep almost as soon and 'four' had turned out the light and closed the door.

“Wake up! You're needed.”  Julia came awake slowly knowing that she had had far too little sleep and she ached all over.  Then she recalled the beating that the Countess had given her and was surprised that it wasn't worse.  'three' was standing over her.  “Get up, come with me!” 'three' was in a foul mood and Julia quickly rolled out of bed and followed her out of the room.  An elevator ride and a short walk and they were at Persephone's bedroom door.  They entered and Julia took in the scene.

'two' was naked and kneeling legs open facing into the room.  Her face showed little emotion.  'one', also naked, held a cane and as Julia entered brought it down hard on the behind for 'four' who was on all fours before Mistress Persephone.  'four's uniform was carelessly spread about the floor with the maid herself cowering and weeping before her Mistress.  Persephone was ruffled and in her nightclothes and strode backwards and forwards across the room in an agitated state that Julia had never seen before.  One look at the situation and Julia knelt beside 'two' hoping not to be noticed and 'three' knelt beside her.  The gravity of the situation was obvious to all.

'one' gave another stroke to 'four's behind.  “... and you thought you could just leave?  I'm deeply, deeply hurt by that.”  Persephone's voice cracked with emotion.  “Just walk out after all I've done for you ... cared for you ... looked after your every need for how long?”  'four' was weeping uncontrollably now.  “Do you hate me so much that you could do that to me, or think so little of me that I wouldn't have my house carefully guarded so that no one can enter or exit it?”

“No, Mistress ... Please Mistress ... I would never ... oh god ...” 'four' trailed off into tears. 

“Am I such a bad Mistress that you felt you had to leave me?” Persephone's face was a picture of grief. 

“No, Mistress ... Never Mistress ... It's just ...” 'four' hiccupped through her tears.

“Yes?”

“The Countess Mistress ... she ... she ...” More sobs broke out. 

“So you put the blame on my guest?  The one I've invited into my home?” 

“No, Mistress ... I mean ...” The rest of the words were lost on tears.

Persephone relented.  She moved in front of 'four' and lifted her chin to look into her eyes.  “I admit that the Countess can be ... trying.  If I had a choice she wouldn't be here, but dear thing, couldn't you have come to me with your troubles?  Am I such a tyrant of a Mistress?” 

“No, Mistress.” 

“Well, then.  Why try to run away? Hmmm?” 

“I'm so ... so sorry Mistress.  I couldn't think.  I had to get away.  I'm sorry I doubted you.”  The tears flowed thick and fast.

Persephone looked at 'four' sadly.  “You know I can't overlook this?”

'four' nodded. “Yes, Mistress” 

Persephone pointed at 'four'. “You're 'five', she's 'four'.” The finger pointed at Julia.  'one' reached down and unbuckled the crying maid's collar and Julia felt 'two' do the same to hers.  The collars were swapped and while 'one' fastened the collar with the number 5 round the demoted maid's neck 'two' put the 4 collar around Julia's.

Seeing Julia, Persephone looked back a forth between her and the crying girl on the floor.  “Stand up both of you.  Stand together.”  Julia hurried to obey and the ex 'four' now 'five' pulled herself to her feet.  Persephone looked them both over and then her hand reached out and stroked Julia's bald head.  “It's re-growing.  I feel stubble.  You will have a little hair soon ... but more to the point you are much of a size and build ... perhaps a matching pair.  “Kneel 'five'.”  'five' blinked and realized that her Mistress meant her.  She knelt.  “I've an event planned and I think that the two of you will suit my purpose.  'one' fetch the clippers and a razor and take off 'five's hair.”

'five's mouth dropped open.  “Please Mistress, no Mistress ... please not my hair.”

“No? No? You say no to me, your Mistress, after what you have done?”  For the first time that Julia had heard, real anger was in Persephone's voice.  “This is an easy punishment for what you have done you worthless retch!  I have gone out of my way to make allowances for what the Countess has put you though and still you say No!  Perhaps I should send you to the Countess and let her decide what is fit punishment for a runaway.  Would you prefer that?”  Persephone was in a fury.

'five' went white with fear.  “I'm sorry Mistress ... I meant no disrespect.  Take my hair.  I am willing to give you everything to make amends.”

Persephone looked down at the maid.  “And you really mean that? I can have your hair?” 

“Yes Mistress.  Thank you Mistress.  Please take my hair.” 

'one' returned with the clippers and razor and everyone watched as 'five's blond locks dropped to the floor.  Persephone played a hand over the smooth scalp.  “I'm sending you with 'four' to Angie tomorrow.” She nodded toward Julia.  It will kill two birds with one stone.  Firstly, the Countess has damaged one of the gallery exhibits more that Angie finds acceptable and as a good will gesture I can offer a replacement.  It's always good to keep Angie sweet, particularly as I'm in sensitive negotiations with her at the moment and secondly, she has an excellent piercer and I want you to match 'four'.”  Persephone smiled “I may ask for a couple of extra piercings on both of you.  I'm sure that it will give Angie more creative ideas.”

With that they were all dismissed. It turned out that it was five thirty in the morning so, whilst Persephone went back to bed, it was decided that the slaves, with the exception of ‘three’ who had been on night duty, might as well get started on their morning exercise. ‘one’ led them to the gym where they put on their sports bras and started in on their exercises. Julia, despite being completely exhausted from her early start, set to with a will. ‘five’, on the other hand was still moping, still on the verge of tears and was merely going through the motions.

Once they were finished ‘one’ told Julia to take ‘five’ to the showers and to make sure they were both washed and dressed ready for their morning duties. She and ‘two’ then went off together to another bathroom. It was quickest and easiest for Julia and ‘five’ to get in the shower together and, as the warm water cascaded down they washed each other off. After that they towelled each other down and did the usual check for stray hairs. As before, Julia got the distinct impression that ‘five’ was being more thorough than was strictly necessary and that ‘five’s desires went somewhere beyond mere hygiene.

“Do these hurt?” ‘five’ asked as she applied the saline solution to the rings in Julia’s labia.

“A bit.” Julia admitted but she didn’t want to scare ‘five’ more than was necessary so she continued. “Don’t worry, you’ll soon get used to them. They can be quite a turn on.”

There was a heavy silence as ‘five’ worked away; Julia knew that ‘five’ had something else on her mind. Once all the piercings had been bathed ‘five’ stood before Julia with her eyes lowered.

“‘four’?” ‘five’ started hesitantly, her voice barely more than a whisper. “What’s it like? The gallery, I mean, what do you do there?”

“We’re put on display.” Julia replied. “I can’t really say more, you’ll find out when you get there.”

“But you’ll be with me?” ‘five’ seemed genuinely worried. “You’ll look after me.”

“I can’t promise that.” Julia saw the fear in ‘five’s eyes. “But you won’t be damaged and, you never know, you might enjoy it.”

“Do you enjoy it?” There was a glimmer of hope in ‘five’s voice.

“Shh now.” Julia didn’t know how to answer that so she changed the subject. “Come along. We need to get dressed and get to the kitchens. You’re in enough trouble without being late.”

Even with the chatter they got to the kitchens before ‘one’ and ‘two’ so, not knowing what else to do, Julia set ‘five’ to wiping down the already spotless surfaces whilst she went round, tidying. They were both busy beavering away when ‘two’ arrived.

“Good morning, Miss.” Julia turned to ‘two’ and gave a little curtsey. “What would you like me to do?”

“Hark at Miss Goody-two-shoes.” ‘two’ laughed. “What’s brought about this change in attitude?”

Julia didn’t dare say what was really motivating her, her fear that if she got into any more trouble Persephone would fail to buy her and she’d end up like the toy, broken and battered, so she kept quiet and just bowed her head.

“Well, it makes little difference to me.” ‘two’ continued when she realised she wasn’t going to get an answer. “You’d best help out with the coffee.”

Whilst ‘five’ continued with the cleaning ‘two’ showed Julia how to use the percolator and the industrial sized toaster. Then she set to making the rest of the breakfast for Persephone and the Countess. Once the trays were completed ‘five’ was told to take Persephone’s up to her bedroom whilst Julia had to take the Countess’s. They rode up together in the lift; ‘five’ turning left at the top, Julia turning right. She knocked on the bedroom door and, on hearing a curt ‘come’ entered the room.

The Countess lay full length on the king size bed and, there beside her, was a young woman, Julia would guess that she was barely in her twenties, with her hands cuffed behind her back and the red marks of a cane all over her body. Julia wondered where these women came from; surely the gallery didn’t supply them all. The girl in the bed looked up at Julia with a mixture of fear and hope but she fell back again when she realised that Julia would not be able to help her.

Julia had hardly put the tray down when the bedside phone rang. The Countess motioned to Julia that she was to answer it so she picked up the receiver and held it to her ear.

“The Countess’s room.” She started.

“Ah, ‘four’; I’m glad I caught you.” Persephone said on the other end. “Pass me over to the Countess.”

Julia passed the phone over and the Countess listened for a moment or two before, with an abrupt ‘OK, I’ll send her over’ she finished the conversation and put the receiver down.

“It would appear I’m not going to have time to play with you this morning.” She said to Julia. “Your Mistress demands your presence in her room straight away. Off you go.”

Julia gave a curtsey and, grateful that the Countess wasn’t going to get her chance to ‘play’ hurried off. When she knocked on Persephone’s door she heard her Mistress call ‘Come in, sweetness.’ So she went on in and, seeing ‘five’ knelt next to the bed took up station beside her, ensuring her knees were wide apart and her wrists crossed behind her back.

“How can I help you, Mistress.” she said as she bowed her head.

“Do you see, ‘five’?” Persephone was delighted. “Do you see how quickly ‘four’ has learnt? Start behaving like that and I won’t have to punish you; I might even keep you.”

“Yes, Mistress.” ‘five’ replied.

“Now, you two.” Persephone went on. “I’ve got special plans for you two. Seeing as you’re both so new, seeing as you both have so much to learn, I think I’m going to make you into a team. You’ll do everything together. You’ll sleep together, you’ll work together, you’ll go to the gallery together, you’re to be in each others sight at all times. What’s more, if either of you slip up then both of you will be punished; that way you’ll police each other. Do I make myself absolutely clear?”

“Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress.” Julia replied. ‘five’ just muttered along with her.

“Oh, dear, ‘five’. Still little Miss Grumpy. You’d best change your ways or you’ll be getting sweetness here in trouble and don’t forget, you answer to her as well as to me.”

“Yes, Mistress.” ‘five’ replied but she still didn’t sound enthusiastic.

“Now then, seeing as how you’re going to be such good friends from now on why don’t you give each other a little kiss.”

This time there was far less reticence; ‘five’ had already shown that she was not averse to the idea of kissing Julia and Julia, still driven by the fear of being rejected by Persephone and her wish to show willing, also threw herself into it. However, as their lips met and Julia felt ‘five’s tongue pushing forward, she felt again the strange sensations that she had felt yesterday. A woman’s kiss, however strange to her nature, however forced by circumstance, still sent little thrills running through her body. Without even thinking she reached out and wrapped her arms around ‘five’, pulling her closer.

“Well, well, well, sweetness.” Persephone laughed. “Where’s that shyness now?”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.” Julia quickly resumed her kneeling position and bowed her head. “I didn’t mean to…”

“Don’t be sorry, sweetness; now I can see why you’re such a hit at the gallery. Now take my tray back to the kitchen and report to ‘one’. She knows the new arrangement and she’ll sort out your tasks for the morning.”

They stood up and Julia reached for the tray. “Come along, ‘five’.” She said and, with another little curtsey to Persephone, she left, heading for the kitchens with ‘five’ trailing along behind. After they had had a quick bite of breakfast the rest of the morning was taken up with household chores. From time to time ‘one’ would check up on them, making sure they were side by side, working together, working as one. Then, after lunch, ‘one’ told them to undress before taking them upstairs to where Persephone was waiting.

“Ooh, I do enjoy this bit; playing with my girls.” She said as she laid out her make up on a little table. “Now what shall we do for you today?”

With Julia and ‘five’ kneeling before her she carefully applied the makeup, mirroring what she did on one by doing it on the other. She took considerable time and care and, although Julia couldn’t see what was happening, she could tell that she was getting quite a make over.

“Oh, you do look sweet!” Persephone exclaimed once she had finished. “Look at yourselves in the mirror.”

Julia and ‘five’ stood up and went over to the mirror. The nakedness, the shaven head and, above all, the identical makeup emphasised their similarity and it was as if they were one person; Julia wondered if identical twins felt like this. Unbidden her hand reached out to meet ‘five’s and, in silence they stood there, hand in hand.

“I haven’t got a catsuit for ‘five’ yet so, ‘four’, you’ll have to go without for today. The two of you can go as you are. I’m sure Angie will sort you out.” Persephone rang the bell and ‘one’ appeared. “They’re ready now. Take them down to the van, will you?”

Still hand in hand they followed ‘one’ down to the loading bay where the van was waiting. They were strapped in, one on either side, and, with a lurch, the van left, taking them to the gallery.

Julia looked down at the envelope that 'one' had pushed into her hand just before slamming the door.  The light in the van was low but she could just make out Angie's name on the front.  From its feel there was more than just paper inside.  The van pulled up and gallery maids unstrapped them and guided them through the loading bay and into the maze of corridors at the back of the gallery.  They hadn't gone far when they were met by Angie and the gallery owner.  “Two this time ... and a matching pair!”  Angie clapped her hands together in delight.  “This is for you Miss.”  Julia handed over the letter to the artist.

Angie opened it and read.  She then turned out the rest of the contents of the envelope and Julia caught a glimpse of something shiny.  Angie looked at whatever it was thoughtfully before turning to the maids.  “Bring them!”  Then she was off down the passage.  Julia and 'five' were hurried down twisting corridors until they finally arrived at a green door.  The door swung open to reveal a fully equipped medical facility.  Various pieces of equipment was dotted about the white room but central to the surgery was a large gynaecological chair, with stirrups to hold the legs apart and added straps to restrain the patient.  Angie was waiting just inside the door.  “Put that one in the chair.” She pointed at 'five'.  “And find a stool for the other.”  As 'five' was strapped down, Julia was led to a stool and she realised that this must have been the place where she had been pierced last time, but being blindfolded at the time she couldn't be sure.

There was a faint jangle of chains and the nurse walked in, or rather a bondage parody of a nurse.  She was dressed in a sky blue latex dress with a white rubber apron, white gloves, black latex stockings and shiny black heels.  She wore a white hood with only her eyes showing and a red ball gag in her mouth.  Pierced nipples peeked out through holes in the dress and they were connected by a gold chain.  Ankle chains hobbled her and both wrists were cuffed and joined by a short chain.  To top it all off was a nurses cap in white with a red cross on it.

Angie walked over to her and talked to her quietly.  The nurse nodded and started to prepare, turning on the sterilizer and taking out tools.  'five' looked fearfully at Julia and Julia would like to have reached out and held her hand but suspected that she wouldn't be allowed.  “Don't forget these.”  Angie passed over the shiny things to the nurse who dropped them into the sterilizer.

The nurse set to work on 'five' and this time Julia was able to watch as a tool was inserted into 'five's nose, her septum pierced and a ring put in.  Julia was amazed how smoothly the nurse worked with restrained wrists and ankles and suspected that it came from a lot of practice.  The nurse checked her ears and found them already pierced and she went onto 'five's nipples who gasped in pain as each was pierced and heavy little rings inserted.  Piercings in her labia followed and Julia could tell that 'five' was holding back tears.  She was relieved for 'five' that the worst was over, but she was wrong.

The nurse fetched a clamp and the maids ordered 'five' to open her mouth.  They held it open as the nurse clamped her tongue.  “Don't struggle. Stick out your tongue now!” Angie ordered.  'five' did so and closed her eyes.  Julia saw the nurse stick a wide needle through a hole in the clamp and through 'five's tongue.  A one inch barbell was inserted into the hollow bottom of the needle and the whole thing drawn through the tongue.  The needle was removed and a ball was screwed onto the top.  Julia saw that it has a short length of chain attached.

The nurse returned to the sterilizer and removed something and picked up another tool.  She examined 'five's waist and belly button and Julia knew what to expect next.  It wasn't long before 'five' had a piercing in her navel as well.  “She’s done.”  Angie looked at Julia. “If you cooperate then that one can rest in the chair while you are pierced.”  Julia nodded feeling that there was little point in objecting; besides it was only for two more piercings.  As the nurse approached with the clamp, Julia dutifully stuck out her tongue.  The clamp pinched at first but wasn't painful and she was surprised that she didn't feel a thing as the needle went through her tongue.  The barbell was in place in seconds and the nurse attached the loose end on the chain to a ring in Julia's left ear.

She watched as the nurse carefully pierced her navel.  It hurt more than her tongue and once it was done she inspected the jewellery that had been inserted.  It was a curved barbell and at the top end was a white flower with six pointed petals.  As the flower nestled into the hollow of her belly button Julia realized that it was the same as the one tattooed on 'one's behind. 

“All done.”  Angie smiled.  “Now all I have to do is how to display these adorable twins.”

Angie had Julia and ‘five’ stand next to each other and she walked around them, inspecting them closely. “Mirrors.” She said eventually. “That’s the theme. Have another set of pillars set up about six feet away from the current set and I need a complete set of accessories; once you’ve done that fetch me every mirror in the place.”

Two assistants hurried off as Angie continued her inspection. She reached out and cupped Julia’s right breast as if weighing it. Then she did the same with ‘five’, making the comparison. “Remarkable.” She said, almost to herself. “Now come along, let’s get you set up.”

‘five’ winced as she walked, her new piercings in her labia were obviously giving her trouble, but there was no other option but to follow Angie down to the main body of the gallery. When they got there the two assistants were still busy fitting the extra pillars, fastening off the bolts that held them to the floor and ceiling before replacing the tiles so that they looked like they had been there forever. Julia was taken to stand between one set and leather cuffs were fastened to her wrists and ankles, spread-eagling her as before. Without the high heels of her catsuit it was easy to stand upright and Angie commented with satisfaction that there would be no need for a barstool this time.

Then ‘five’ was fastened between the other pillars so that they were facing each other just as Angie had planned; mirror images six feet apart. She then took from the tray of accessories three long gold chains. These were stretched between them; the first attached to the lengths of chain hanging from their tongue piercings, the others to the rings in their nipples. The lengths were adjusted so that they were tight, but not tugging. Both women could still close their mouths and talk, albeit with difficulty. As the chains had been fitted to ‘five’s nipple rings she had shuddered and Julia had felt the vibrations through the chain, tugging at her own nipple rings. With their piercings so new and tender they were going to feel every movement that the other one made.

All the time that Angie had been fitting the chains the assistants had been going off to return with full length mirrors, the sort you find in clothes shops. These were placed around the two women making but not completing a circle and they were surrounded by images of themselves. The final touch was a headset microphone each. Angie pressed a button on a remote and they could hear that the mics had become live. Angie gave ‘five’s buttocks a quick slap and listened to the squeak of pain echoed throughout the gallery. Julia seeing Angie turn towards her, gave a squeak without being prompted which made Angie smile.

“You are a performer, aren’t you?” She said, coming up to Julia and, reaching down, feeling between her legs. “I bet you can’t wait until we open. Now why don’t you reassure your little friend; she seems a bit nervous.”

“It’s OK, ‘five’.” Julia said, her words amplified and thrown around the gallery. “Trust me, you’ll be fine.” Julia could, indeed, see that ‘five’ was very nervous and, although she had little to back up her reassurance, she saw ‘five’ settle a bit. Their eyes locked across the gap and Julia tried to look as encouraging as she could.

And then the wait started. Firstly there was the wait until the gallery opened, then, bit by bit, they started to attract a crowd. Persephone’s comments earlier about how Julia had been a hit were quite true and, as the crowd gathered Julia heard more and more comments along the lines of ‘she’s the one from yesterday; did you catch her performance?’ and ‘wait ‘till she comes, she’s magnificent.’ ‘five’ was getting just as much attention and there were lots of remarks about how clever Angie was to find such a matching pair. The mirrors reflected not just the two women but the crowd around them as well which gave the impression that they were not just the centre of attention but also the centre of a multitude, a multitude entirely focused on them.

Then organ music sounded, some of the mirrors were pushed to one side and the crowd asked to move apart slightly, making a corridor so they could be approached. This time it was four women who approached, each in latex catsuits that completely covered their bodies; two in black and two in white. Even their eyes were covered in some sort of dark glasses built into the catsuits so that the only part exposed was their mouths.

“Now let us celebrate the two sides of womanhood, the dark and the light, the care giver and the bitch, the Mistress and the slave.” Angie’s rather pompous voice came over the P.A. “For both are part of what we are and the dark needs the light just as much as the light needs the dark. What is a slave without a Mistress, what is a Mistress without a slave?”

With almost religious pomp they approached Julia and ‘five’ but, as they got close, the two in black went around behind them whilst the two in white ducked below the chains and knelt before them. At the same time that she felt the woman in white’s tongue probing at her pussy she felt the woman in black’s tongue probing at her anus and she let out a little cry to find that, not only were the headset microphones switched on but that lots of echo had been added so her simple ‘Ah’ became ‘Ah… Ah… ah… ah…’ Julia looked across at ‘five’ to see her reaction and their eyes met. ‘five’s fear had been replaced by wonder and Julia could tell that she was getting turned on.

This mutual acknowledgement of their arousal just added to the turmoil within Julia’s groin. Apart from the simple physical effect of the two tongues she had the added stimuli of watching ‘five’ watching her. Yesterday this had been a solitary thing; sure the woman between her thighs was another human being but there had been no spiritual contact. Now, as she and ‘five’ shared their mounting excitement if was as if they were making love, sharing their passion.

“Ooohhhhh….” Julia groaned as a wave of pleasure washed through her, the sound filling the gallery as it echoed from the P.A.

“Ooohhhh…..” ‘five’ groaned back.

“Aaahhh….” This time they chorused together and Julia could feel the mounting excitement, excitement within her, excitement within ‘five’ and excitement within the crowd. This performance, the way she was open, naked, exposed, the way all there could tell how turned on she was, the way every sound she made filled the room, awoke demons within Julia’s soul, demons that wanted all there to know, all there to hear, all there to feel the strength of the emotions within. ‘five’ was following her lead, echoing her as much as the P.A. was and Julia knew that they were approaching their climax together.

And then, just as Julia felt she could take no more, that she really was ready to burst, she heard her own words from earlier, evidently Angie had made a recording and was now adding it to the mix.

“Trust me… trust me… trust me…” Over and over Julia’s reassurances were added to the mix. “You’ll be fine... fine… fine…”  Losing control Julia arched her back and the triple stabs of pain from the chains as she moved just added to the explosion within. She looked across at ‘five’ who must have felt it too but she was too near her own climax to care and was mewing like a cat.

“OH MY GOD, YES!!!” Julia exploded, jerking against the chains that held her, against the chains that linked her to ‘five’ as her senses went, once again, into overload. She was vaguely aware that ‘five’ too was climaxing but she was too lost in the moment to take in any detail. Finally, fully spent, she collapsed exhausted, hanging by her manacled wrists. The applause from the crowd was deafening.

As Julia returned to her senses the two women got up from in front of and behind her and came to stand either side. The leaned in over the chains and kissed either side of her face and Julia felt the latex covered hands caressing her breasts and thighs. She looked across to see that ‘five’ was getting similar treatment and they shared a little smile.

“And so it ends.” Angie’s voice cut across the P.A. again. “This celebration of what we are and what we need. Thank you. There will be another performance in one hour.”

Julia saw ‘five’ jerk as she heard that there would be another performance but whether from fear or anticipation it was hard to tell.

As the latex covered women departed Julia looked around at the crowd, most of whom were still there. Time and time again she made eye contact, returning the stares, brazenly acknowledging what she was and what she needed; she could tell that her ‘performance’ had affected many of them deeply and she guessed that some even wanted to be her.

Then, suddenly, she saw Persephone standing at the back talking to the curator. Had Persephone seen the whole performance, of course she had. Persephone saw her looking and gave her a smile, a smile and a silent hand clap. Julia sighed in satisfaction. She had pleased her Mistress.