Julia stepped into the gallery out of the London rain.  She shook her umbrella and closed it before looking around.  She had come into the city to kill some time, to do some shopping - some of it just window shopping - and maybe to take in some culture as well.  When the showers had started the shops had started to fill up with those retreating from the rain, so Julia had set out, brolly in hand, to look for something of interest.  As she walked through the West End streets the gallery had caught her eye.  She wandered in, liking what she saw.  The pictures near the entrance were mostly abstract, but contained figurative elements, often quite erotic.  Many were curves of the female form, one obviously a breast with a brightly coloured ring – or something piercing the nipple.

“Can I help you?” Julia turned at the sound of the metropolitan voice.  The woman standing there was immaculately made up and dressed.  Black heels, stockings and a pencil skirt.  The blouse a riot of colour announcing that, no she was not just another office worker.  She wore a scarf in the same colours around her neck, a slash of scarlet on her lips and shoulder length dark brown hair cut in a precise fringe.

"I'm interested in the pictures you have on display." Julia answered. "They're... different."

"Yes, Angie is a very promising new talent although some of her work can be a bit difficult for the mainstream." The woman smiled, as if amused by the thought. "We wouldn't dare show most of her stuff out here where the public could see it as they walk by. Maybe you'd like to come on back to the private area, where the best stuff is kept."

Yes, please, I'd like that." Julia replied.

The woman led her to the back of the gallery and, as she approached pressed a button on a hand held remote. A door which had been previously concealed amongst the design of the rear of the public section of the gallery swished open.

"After you." The woman said.

Julia was surprised to find that the room beyond was as light as the gallery in front.  She stepped up to the plate glass windows which ran all along one side and saw that they looked out onto a private courtyard with gravel walks, benches and box hedges arranged in a sort of maze.  One or two bits of sculpture could be seen from her vantage.  They were at a distance but Julia could see that they depicted the female form.  “Odd ...” she thought.  “I'm sure I just saw that one move.  I must be imagining things.”

Turning back to the gallery she could the artwork arranged along the opposite walls or tucked away in alcoves.  She turned to the first picture.  It was indeed more explicit, still partly abstract but with move obvious female curves and hints of chains and manacles.   “Interesting ...” she murmured not quite sure what to make of it.

"As you can see, Angie is fascinated by the beauty of the constrained female form." The woman, now standing close beside her, commented. "She contrasts the harsh brutality of the bondage with the soft subtlety the human flesh. Of course there are always those who fail to see the artistic integrity, who would wish to dismiss her work as somehow demeaning or pornographic but I'm sure a more discerning viewer such as yourself can see their strength, their power, how they talk directly to our inner urges."

"Yes, yes, I see." replied Julia. And, indeed, she did understand. Somehow her body was responding, responding in very disturbing ways.

"Now, this work..." The woman continued, leading Julia on to the next painting. "Can you not sense the intensity of the emotions the subject is feeling? The hood obscures her face, depersonalizes her; the chains hold her open and available. She loses all personality and becomes a symbol of her sex, an object waiting to be used. One is left with the quandary, is she waiting in dread or anticipation?”

“Oh, anticipation.” Julia blurted out without thinking “Anticipation, I’m sure of it.”

“You are sure, aren’t you?” The woman replied. She now seemed to be standing very close and, somehow, Julia felt that the room had suddenly become very warm.

The touch of the woman’s hand as she took hold of Julia's upper arm made Julia jump.  The woman smiled back at her, those scarlet lips curving up in precise reassurance.  Julia felt herself guided to the next picture.  “This an interesting work.  While mostly abstract you can clearly see the kneeling woman, wrists and ankles bound, lips pressed against the heeled boot in supplication.  She clearly understands that the position is right and natural.”  Even closer now Julia could smell the heady scent that the woman wore and was feeling even more light headed.  “It's a highly charged work ... highly charged.” She managed.

She almost didn't notice as she was moved to the next piece, guided by the hand on her arm.  “Next, a sculpture; I think it speaks for itself.”  Recessed into an alcove was a two foot high figure of a woman, kneeling in a classic pose with arms behind her and legs parted.  The form was hooded and the whole of it seemed to be covered is black shiny latex, with just the areas around the breasts and crotch cut away to show bronze underneath.  “Magnificent isn't it?”

"Yes, yes indeed.” Unbidden her hand reached out to stroke the statue, pulling back at the last minute.

“It’s OK.” The woman assured her. “Go ahead, touch if you want. All Angie’s sculptures are interactive; I’m sure someone as discerning as you understands. Do you see how the latex hides the woman underneath; only her breasts and sex are exposed. She has become sex, open and available. Do you see how her breasts stand out, high and proud, surely she knows how desirable she has become. Sure she desires to be touched, the unseen hand upon her breast, upon her sex confirms her worth, confirms that she is desirable. Wouldn’t you like to know how that feels?”

Julia couldn’t reply; she didn’t honestly know the answer. Was this strange woman suggesting that she would wish to pose like that? Her thoughts were confused, part of her wanted to turn and run but part of her did indeed want to know. As if reading her thoughts the woman took her free arm and, together with the one she already held, moved it to behind her back.

“That’s right.” She urged. “Mirror the pose of the statue. No, don’t drop your head; keep your head up, just like the statue. See how it feels.”

The woman changed her grip so that one hand encircled Julia’s wrists, locking them behind her back.

“Now then, come along, there’s plenty more to see.” The woman’s tone had hardened, more forceful, more commanding and, still firmly holding Julia’s wrists behind her back, she guided her on to the next exhibit.

This was also a sculpture of a woman but full-sized this time; half a woman anyway.  Presented at just below Julia's eye level was a well-rounded, shiny latex covered bottom.      Shapely rubber clad legs descended into impossibly high-heeled ankle boots with ballet shoe like toes that perched, precariously on a pedestal.  Cuffs and a bar between them spread the legs apart and it looked as if the sculpture should topple if the bar hadn't been fixed firmly against the back wall.  More surprisingly the figure was bent over with the upper body disappearing at the waist into the wall of the alcove behind.

“A most remarkable exhibit, I'm sure you will agree.  Kiss it.  I know that you would like to.”

“What? I'm sorry.” stammered Julia.

“Kiss it!” The woman's voice hardened and she lifted Julia's wrists up behind her forcing her head down towards the latex.

“Yes, Yes, I will ... I would like to.  There is no need for that.”  Julia felt the pressure on her arms relax.  She bent over and placed her lips on the shiny material.  It was warm and yielding she jumped back in surprise.

The woman smiled.  “As you can tell there is a real woman in there.  Don't worry she is enjoying herself.  Let me show you.”  She reached for a zip on the small of the “sculpture's” back and unzipped it through the crotch.  Julia caught the sight of a firm behind and then a hairless pink pussy emerged as the black rubber slid back.  “Feel!” Julia's hand was moved quickly and placed between those lovely legs.  She tried to pull her hand back but it was held there and then guided between the lips of the exposed woman.  She felt a sticky wetness.  “Push two fingers into her.”  The voice was fierce and insistent and the grip on her wrists strong.  Slowly Julia complied, sliding first one and then a second finger into the “exhibit's” slippery hole.

Julia was amazed at just how easily her fingers slipped inside. Indeed, the exhibit seemed to welcome the intrusion and Julia could feel her muscles flexing, almost as if asking to be further violated. Julia couldn’t help but wonder what it must be like, how she would feel were she to be bent over and exposed in such a fashion. Overcoming her earlier nervousness she eased her fingers back and forth, fascinated by the warm slickness of the exhibit’s vagina.

“I can see that you really appreciate this sculpture. That’s right, push your fingers right in; you know you would want it if you were the exhibit. Being used is what validates her.” The woman’s voice was insistent, would not, could not be denied. “Image yourself in her position; imagine how you would feel; imagine how you would crave the attention.”

All the while Julia had kept on easing her fingers deeper and deeper inside. She had, indeed, been empathizing with the exhibit, wondering what it must be like waiting, latex clad and bound, waiting for the unseen touch to give meaning to this existence. She could feel the rising heat of the exhibit’s response which, in itself, urged her to continue. Yes, she could understand the need, the need to be touched, the need for stimulus, the need for validation.

“And that’s quite enough of that.” The woman said, pulling Julia’s hand away and returning it to behind her back. “Now, kiss her again.”

This time Julia didn’t need telling twice; the woman was her guide to this bizarre world and Julia was relying more and more on her guidance. She bent forward and kissed the bare flesh at the base of the spine; smelling as she did so the warm earthy aroma of the exhibit’s arousal. However, after the briefest of kisses she was pulled away, the zip was refastened, and she was led to the next alcove.

The next sculpture was the inverse of the previous one. Again it was the bottom half of a woman with the top half disappearing into the wall, again the body was encased in latex and again the legs were held wide open by a spreader bar but this time the pedestal was taller, supporting the back and buttocks of the exhibit leaving her legs hanging over the edge, held in place where the spreader bar was attached to the pedestal itself.

“Now this exhibit is also interactive.  Observe.”  Julia looked closer and saw that the top of the pedestal was concave and sloped gently towards the front.  The woman pulled out the front section which tilted forward to  form a trough between the “exhibit's” legs.  She unzipped this model just as she had done the other and a similar shaved pussy was exposed.  The woman pressed down lightly on the figure's abdomen and a stream of piss fountained out and collected in the trough.  “The exhibit is slowly fed water – nothing dangerous but it means it is 'on tap' when needed.  Why don't you come and wash those sticky fingers?”  Julia hesitated.  “Wash them now.” There was steel in that voice and Julia hurried forward to obey rinsing most of the juices of the last exhibit in the urine of the current one.

“I think that we can bypass the next few exhibits, as there is something I would particularly like to see.”  The woman slid the zip back up and closed the trough.  “Come  along.”  Julia was hurried past the next few ‘artworks’ before she was stopped before another alcove.  “This is another interactive work and one of my favourites.  Go on take a closer look.”  Julia was puzzled as she stepped forward.  All there seemed to be was a shop manikin, a pedestal and a box fixed to the floor.  Julia turned to question the woman and was just in time to see her press a button on the remote and a glass door slid across, sealing the alcove.  The woman held the remote close to her mouth and spoke.  Her voice came from a speaker somewhere within the alcove.

“Undress and use your clothes to dress the manikin.  You should continue to wear your heels but everything else that you can't find a place for on the manikin should be placed in the box.  When you have finished undressing position yourself upon the pedestal in a way that you feel is most appropriate.  I will return when you have completed the objective to my satisfaction.  Time is of no importance to me.”  There was a faint click and, before Julia had any chance to respond, the woman walked out of view.

At first Julia pounded on the glass door trying to attract attention but it was immediately obvious that no one was going to come and the door was more than secure enough to survive any treatment she could give it. Frantically she searched in her handbag, surely she had her phone; she could call someone, get help. However, when she finally fished it out the screen was covered with strange characters and all the buttons seemed dead.  In despair she threw it back into her bag. Despondently she sat down on the pedestal determined to wait it out; whilst she would freely admit that she had been deeply affected by the various exhibits if this woman thought that she was going to undress…

Time passed but, as she wasn’t wearing a watch, Julia couldn’t tell whether it was five minutes or five hours. It certainly felt like the latter. She’d tried pounding on the door a couple of times but all she’s got for her pains was bruised fists.

In the end it was her bladder that let her down. More and more she needed to pee and more and more she didn’t know what to do about it. She could, of course, just do it but the blinking red light of a closed circuit TV camera meant that she knew that her every move was being monitored and probably recorded. Did she really want footage of her peeing in this box to be the next new exhibit? Furthermore the thought of being trapped in there with the stench of her own urine was less than appealing. She was their captive, there was no doubt about that and it had been made quite clear that they were prepared to wait for as long as it took for her to capitulate. Maybe, maybe if she did as she’d been told, maybe that was enough, that was what this strange woman wanted, and she’d be freed, or at least allowed to use a restroom. The urge to pee was almost too strong to resist; if she didn’t do something soon she was going to wet herself. Trembling all over she started to undress.

She took off her jacket and laid it on the pedestal.  Taking a deep breath she slowly unbuttoned her blouse.  Once it was off she reached to place it on the manikin.  There was a soft click “Bra first ...”  The woman's voice came from the speaker; Julia realized she had been watched the whole while. Reluctantly, Julia undid her bra, took it off and fastened it onto the manikin.  Her blouse followed and she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it.  She hesitated realizing that she couldn't dress the manikin in her tights and knickers as it was firmly fixed to the floor on a pole.  “Just put the skirt on the manikin; put the rest in the box.  Put as much of your jewelry on the exhibit as you can.”  The intercom clicked off.  Julia added the skirt, her necklace, rings and even her earrings to the manikin, which she found had soft latex ears.  Finally she added her jacket.  She stepped back and looked.  It didn't look bad.

“Put the umbrella in its hand, empty your bag into the box and put it over the shoulder ... and the rest of your underwear should be in the box.”  The voice was icy.  “Your underwear in the box; the empty bag on the exhibit.”  There was real threat in the woman's voice now and Julia hurriedly upended the bag and placed it on the manikin's shoulder before adjusting the umbrella in its hand.  Trembling as her last shreds of dignity were removed she slipped off her shoes and pulled down her tights and panties.  They followed the contents of her bag into the box.

She looked at the pedestal.  She felt very vulnerable with a large clear door before her and the plate glass of the gallery window beyond that.  She could see by the change of light in the courtyard how long she had been there.  Her bladder was painful now.  She turned and knelt on the pedestal.  As she did so the box dropped into a hole in the floor and she sighed as she watched her phone, her wallet, all her personal papers, the things that defined who she was, disappearing from view.

If Julia had thought she was going to be freed soon she was sadly mistaken. Minutes dragged by and still the woman failed to return.  Julia, now desperate, started to sob.

"Please, please." She begged. "Please, I need to go to the toilet. Please, I'm desperate." She clasped her hands together and squeezed them between her thighs.

"If you soil the exhibit you will be cleaning it up - with your tongue." The voice came through the speakers.

Julia had no doubts now how serious the threat was.

"What do you want?" She pleaded. "What are you going to do with me?"

"Angie's art is always an ongoing project." The voice replied. "It adapts to the tools available. Right from the start I could see that you were malleable, ready to be formed, ready to be shaped. Angie will be along soon. Then she'll decide exactly how she wishes you to be displayed."

"How long?" Julia asked desperately. "Please, I really need to pee."

"Enough of this chatter. Be quiet or it will be all the worse for you." The voice returned sharply. "You will learn patience, one way or another, and the quicker you learn it, the better it will be for you."

Julia clamped her knees together tighter and, sobbing gently, waited in silence. However it wasn't long before the woman arrived, this time accompanied by another, younger woman. They were in no hurry to free her but stood talking together occasionally pointing at her as if they were discussing her.  Finally they walked off together nodding and Julia's heart sank wondering how long she was going to have to bear the discomfort.

She waited for what seemed like hours but it was probably only for about ten minutes.  Then the box rose from the floor again.  Gingerly she climbed off the pedestal and opened it.  Inside were four items.  The first was an object made of black latex, polished so that it gleamed.  Next was a ball gag – black leather and a bright red rubber ball, then a lipstick in the same scarlet and lastly was a set of two clips with a short chain linking them.  Turning it this way and that Julia saw that the latex formed a hood but with hollow, rigid tube about six inches long rising from the crown.

“Apply the lipstick.  Replace it in the box.  You will find that the hood will go on more easily if you turn it inside out and feed your hair through the tube first.  Make sure you get the nose holes aligned properly.  We don't want you to suffocate.”  The intercom clicked off.  Julia sobbed as she generously applied the colour to her lips, thinking it was a shade would never wear and hoping that she wouldn't make a mess of it without a mirror.  She looked at the gag and shuddered thinking that it wouldn't matter too much what her lips looked like with that awful thing in.  She managed the hood as instructed, struggling with the tightness of the rubber.  When she has finished her long hair cascaded from the tube on the top of her head in all directions and fell in a fringe just above her eyes.  They had judged the tube length perfectly.

“Now the gag and the clips.  They go on your nipples.” Sound was muffled by the hood but she could still hear the dreaded instructions.  She placed the ball in her mouth and found that it would sit behind her teeth.  She did up the buckle and felt the leather pull at the corners of her mouth.  “Tighter” the voice was unforgiving and she pulled the buckle another notch.  Finally the nipple clamps.  The spring on the clamp didn't seem too powerful when Julia opened it but as it closed on her sensitive nipple pain exploded and she cried into the gag.  The second was no better and she could barely toss the lipstick back into the box and climb onto the pedestal and resume her kneeling position.

She had a little time to collect her thoughts and the pain in her nipples faded to a dull throb.  She was hardly paying attention and she almost felt that to pee where she was and take the punishment was worth the humiliation.  Then there was a clatter and looking down she saw that two cuffs on short chains has dropped out of openings on each side of the pedestal.  Julia saw that they were the type which once closed there was no way of easily opening them again.  “Ankles” barked the voice and now resigned to her fate she fastened each to her ankles, having to shuffle her feet apart to accommodate the shortness of the chains.

Just and she had finished there was a jingle and a thud behind her.  “Wrists, behind you.”  Looking round Julia saw some similar manacles hanging from a chain running to the ceiling.  Knowing she had no option she clipped them on and felt her breasts push out and more pain in her nipples as her wrists were forced together.  There was a hum of motors and a hatch slide away in the centre of the pedestal between her legs. Rising slowly from the hole was an eight inch long black, rubber dildo emerged attached to a chrome pole similar to the one supporting the manikin.  Attached to the front of the base of the dildo was a transparent moulded plastic funnel with a clear tube at the bottom which descended into the hole.  “I'm sure you understand were this goes.  I know you are wet enough not to need lubricant.”

“No, No ...” Julia's sobs were muffed by the gag.  Time passed with nothing more happening and finally she realized that by mounting the horrible thing the molded cup would give her a way of bringing much needed relief to her tortured bladder.  Shuffling forward on her knees she maneuvered herself over it and slowly sunk down.  It felt large inside her but she had to admit that the voice had been right and it slid inside her easily.  She had just settled with her pubic bone resting against the cup when the dildo began to rise.  At the same time the chain attached to her wrist cuffs was pulled up forcing her to rise with it.

Julia struggled to her feet as it kept going up and up and by the time she was standing straight legged she began to panic wondering if she was going to be impaled.  The short lengths of chains at her ankles kept her legs wide apart with her heeled feet near the edges of the pedestal.  She gasped in relief as the chrome pole stopped rising while her standing position was still fairly comfortable, but her wrists kept on being pulled forcing her to bend forwards to relieve the pressure on her shoulders.  Even that stopped well before being painful and looking down she could see that the clear pipe ran into the top of a sealed glass bottle attached halfway down the pole between her legs and a second pipe continued on from the bottle and into the pedestal below.  She saw the hole at the base of the pole close around it and was just contemplating her new situation when she felt suction in the cup and her clit was pulled towards the pipe.

As she finally emptied her bladder she felt a wave of relief wash through her. However, as the immediate problem was resolved she began to re-appreciate the wider picture. How had she let herself be talked into this; how had she acquiesced quite so quickly? And the dildo, which felt so big inside her, what were the implications of how easily it had slid inside her and, more disturbing, that the woman had known that it was so?

After what seemed like another eternity the glass door which separated her alcove from the main body of the gallery slid back again and she heard voices. She couldn’t see much beyond the confines of the alcove but, from the hubbub there was quite a crowd and, sure enough, she was soon being examined by a steady flow of visitors. As when she had examined the other exhibits there was no ban on touching and the visitors were expected, nay encouraged, to interact as much and as physically as they desired. Julia was grateful that all the clients were women. Somehow having them touching her was so much easier than if they had been men.

One visitor, a tall sophisticated woman with a Latin American look, spent some considerable time with her, watching closely, watching her reactions as strange fingers probed and examined her intimate regions. At one point their eyes met but Julia’s meek supplication was met by a steely, unwavering gaze that did nothing to calm her nerves. She disappeared only to return, this time with the gallery owner in tow.

“This exhibit, it is new, is it not?” She asked. “I don’t remember it from your previous showings.”

“Yes, very new. Angie only finished arranging her just before we opened this afternoon.” The owner replied.

“And is for sale? Has a price been set?”

“Of course, Countess, all Angie’s work is for sale. As for the price, let’s not talk money now; later in my office will do. Oh, your glass is empty. Let me get you a refill.” The gallery owner motioned with her hand and a waitress appeared. She was dressed from head to toe in black latex, struggling to retain her balance on the highest of heels. The gallery owner took a glass of champagne from the tray she carried and handed it to the Countess.

“Yes, indeed, a very interesting piece.” The Countess said. “A worthy addition to my collection.”

Julia was alarmed at thought of being bought and paid full by this cruel looking woman and she had a long time to think about it.  Visitors came and went.  The skies outside grew dark and spotlights turned on to artistically illuminate both her and the manikin beside her.  She couldn't see the other exhibits in the row but assumed that they were similarly lit, certainly the ones in the courtyard seemed to be.  As the night grew on the trail of visitors finally stopped and she was left with her thoughts.

Click click click.  The determined steps of heels on a hard floor brought Julia back to her surroundings.  The woman stood before her along with the rubber-clad maid who held various items.  “Now, be good and you won't be punished, Understood?” The voice was firm and Julia nodded.  The maid dropped to her knees at the base of the pedestal and started work.  First, she clamped a ring to the pole close to where it entered the pedestal.  and tightened it off with an allen key.  Using the key again she released each ankle cuff from its chain and Julia was able to move and stretch her legs for the first time in hours.  “Place your feet together close to the pole.” the woman was remorseless and Julia complied.  The maid attached a short chain to one ankle cuff threaded the other end through a loop on the pole and clipped it to the other cuff.  She stood and moved behind and Julia felt something soft but strong placed over each of her hands and secured.   Then the cuffs on her wrists were released and she was able to stand upright.  Bringing her hands in front of her Julia saw that she was now wearing leather mittens with rings at their ends.  There seemed no easy way of getting them off.  The maid went to work again and soon those rings were secured to the pole forcing Julia's hands before her.  The maid detached the second tube from the glass bottle and then used the allen key near the base of the pole and Julia felt it come free.  She could move again!

The maid disappeared and a moment later returned with a ramp, which she placed against the pedestal.  “Follow me!” The woman turned and started to leave leaving Julia to shuffle down the ramp and out into the corridor.  The chain between her ankles forced her to take short steps and the way it passed back and forth through the ring on the pole as she walked produced difficult vibrations in the dildo.

Julia was led through the gallery where she noticed many of the other alcoves were now empty, their exhibits having, presumably, also been removed for the night. At the far end they went through another concealed door and into an office area. The Countess sat waiting for them, passing the time drinking coffee with the woman Julia supposed to be the artist, Angie.

"So, where did you find this one?" The Countess asked looking up at Julia.

“She just walked in off the street.” The gallery owner replied. “She practically begged to used. I can tell the type, even when they don’t know it themselves. And with that spare alcove just waiting to be filled I simply put the two together. She took a little persuading but not too much. You'll have no problems getting her to respond to training. I think you’ll find her very much to your tastes.”

“Yes, yes, very pretty.” The Countess said. “And if I do decide to purchase when might I take delivery?”

“Well, the exhibition is open up to the end of the week and we’d certainly like her here until then. But maybe we can come to some sort of arrangement.” The gallery owner was thoughtful. “As you know we’re only fully open between four and ten pm and storage at other times can be… problematic. Suppose we were to say that you were to have her on a trial basis; we’ll deliver to you after the gallery closes, you agree to return her by three-o-clock. If, by the end of the week, you still want her we’ll sort out the finances and arrange shipping. If not, well we have other clients who may be interested.”

“That sounds quite acceptable.” The Countess replied, licking her lips.

“Can I just ask that you leave her unmarked?” Angie added. “Just whilst she’s still an exhibit, of course. Once she’s yours you can do as you want. I know you prefer them fully shaven and wearing your brand but, currently, she has this frail, innocent air about her which adds to the violated look I’m after.”

“Unmarked to the end of the week; I’m sure I can manage that.” The Countess laughed. “After that, of course…”

Julia stood and listened amazed at what she was hearing. Idly, as if she were a mere nothing, the three women were discussing her fate, her future, a future in which it would appear she had no say.

“While I am in London Persephone is kindly putting me up and giving me the run of her house.”  The Countess looked at the gallery owner.  “Could you provide some transport?  She flicked her fingers in Julia's direction. 

“Of course,” replied the woman.  “I will leave you to finalize the details with Angie.”  Turning to Julia, “You, come along!”

The woman strode ahead leaving Julia to struggle on behind as best as she could.  They proceeded through what were obviously storage areas to a warehouse and beyond that to a docking bay.  The rear doors of a black transit van were open and the maid was kneeling patently on the concrete floor beside it.  The woman gestured for Julia to enter and she almost baulked, but knowing that there was little use in resisting shuffled into the back of the van.  Looking round Julia could see a number of padded boards mounted on the walls of the van, each with an arrangement of leather straps.  The maid entered and guided Julia to one of the boards and at this Julia did stop and turn to protest.

“Now, Now, we don't want our merchandise damaged in transit.  Imagine being thrown about in this space without means of support.” The woman looked stern.  After a thought Julia nodded realizing what a nightmare it would be to be in a moving vehicle tied and without the use of her hands.  The maid set to work buckling straps about Julia's legs, upper arms and torso, many more than were needed for safety.  Julia was pinned firmly to the board.  The maid exited and the doors closed with a bang leaving Julia in total darkness.

Julia was almost glad of the multitude of straps as the van lurched its way through the London traffic. For the first time in hours she was able to relax, just hang there, letting the straps take the strain. She thought over the implications of the conversation in the office; could they really do this? Could she just disappear from her old life? How long would it be before someone missed her? How hard would they search? However she didn’t get very far with these thoughts before the van came to a halt and the rear doors were opened.

Two women got in, each dressed as a French maid but, as they got closer, Julia found that their uniforms continued the theme from the gallery and the black dresses were made of latex, not cloth. In complete silence they unfastened Julia and, taking an arm each, led her out of the van. Even if Julia had not been outnumbered she still wouldn’t have contemplated escape. Her ankles were still hobbled and the dildo, on the end of its pole, was still deep inside her. Even with the two maids helping it was hard enough to walk, let alone run.

She was led through the garage and on, via a service entrance, into the house it serviced. The corridors were plain and functional although the standard of the fittings hinted of opulence elsewhere. At the end of the passage she was led into a largish room where she was met by a heavy set matronly woman. There was a torrent of some foreign language, Julia guessed Spanish, and the two maids started to remove her hood, her mitts, her nipple clamps, and, thank heavens, the pole with its dildo. Julia felt oddly empty; she seemed to have got used to the dildo inside her and almost missed its presence.

The two maids took an arm each and held Julia still as the matronly woman came over and examined her, coarsely, roughly, her stubby fingers probing into each and every orifice. As the matron’s fingers probed inside her vagina Julia couldn’t help but squirm until a harsh slap across the face told her to stand still. Then there was another torrent of Spanish and, still firmly held between the two maids Julia was led away.

But before they reached the door a figure appeared in the coming the other way.  “One moment.  What do we have here?” The voice was female, languid, almost sleepy and had a strange lilt to it that Julia couldn't place.  The maids stopped short and the figure advanced revealing an exotic beauty; at least some part black but with a European nose and almond eyes that had a slant that suggested south-east Asian genes.  Her glossy black hair was tied back and she wore loose fitting black, silk trousers and a crop top in the same material.  Large gold hooped rings hung from her ears and a red gem nestled in her bellybutton.  She glided up to Julia and even in her Cuban heels the top of her head only reached Julia's chin, but there was no doubt where the power lay.

“Where did this one come from, Martha?”  The beauty looked Julia up and down appraisingly.

“My Mistress got her from the gallery, Mistress.” the stout woman replied.  Martha's English was heavily accented and hard to follow.

“One of Angie's then.  Your Mistress certainly has good taste.”  The woman started to explore Julia's body.  Not the rough manhandling that she had just been given; a much more tender experience, but still purposeful.  Julia's thighs were felt and squeezed, as were her buttocks and breasts.  Her flanks were explored and her belly.  Julia couldn't help responding to this deliberate manipulation.  Her nipples hardened and she felt a familiar heat between her legs.  Her face was taken between two small caramel hands and those almond eyes gazed at her.  A hand slipped between her legs and a knowing little smile creased those beautiful lips.

“The paperwork.” The woman snapped at Martha.  Martha scowled and reluctantly handed over some pages.  The woman read and a thoughtful look came over her face.  “So only on loan for a week.  No marking or permanent damage. Not sold yet, are you my lovely?  Maybe I will put in a rival offer.  I am Persephone.  Welcome to my home.”

As she was still wearing the gag Julia could hardly vocalise an answer but the sheer force of Persephone's personality demanded a response and, almost instinctively, she gave as much of a curtsey as she could whilst still held by the maids.

"Sweet thing." Persephone smiled up at Julia. “Sweet thing indeed." She turned to the maids. "Clean and feed her; make her comfortable." She waved a hand in dismissal and pushed past them into the room.

The maids led Julia to a washroom, its acres of white tiling sparking under the bright lights. Apart from the usual basin and toilet there was a freestanding shower with, Julia was not surprised to see, manacles that hung from the ceiling. First she was offered the toilet and, once she had refused it, without any further ceremony she was led over, her wrists attached to the manacles next to the showerhead and the water turned on. The maids were nothing if not thorough; starting at the top they shampooed and rinsed, scrubbed and sponged until there was not one inch of Julia that wasn’t spotless. They even removed the gag and brushed her teeth.

Once she was dry she was fitted with a steel collar and her wrists were cuffed together. Then a short length of chain was fitted so that her wrists had maybe two feet of slack from her neck. Then she was led to a room where the only furniture was a low bunk and a table bolted to the floor. On the table lay a bowl of some sort of brown mush and a spoon. Next to that was a sealed cup with a fitted straw.

“No mess.” Said one of the maids in a strong accent and with that they left, closing the door behind them.

Julia was ravenous and, even though the brown mush was nearly tasteless and the cup contained only water she devoured them both as fast as her manacled hands would allow. Then, with nothing else to do, she curled up on the bunk and waited. Who would come for her? The countess? Persephone? No one?

Thoughts whirled round Julia's head but she couldn't resolve any of them.  Finally she drifted off into a fitful sleep.

“... washed and fed her?”  The annoyance in the Countess' voice woke her. 

“It seemed reasonable.” Persephone's reply was smooth.  “Angie is known to stress her exhibits and this one is on loan and in my care.”  There was no irritation or defiance in that lilting voice just a cool statement of fact.  The door was thrown open and the light snapped on.  The thin sheet sheet covering Julia's nakedness was pulled away and a sting of fire lanced across her belly. 

“Get up you lazy slut!” A second line ripped across her breasts and Julia saw the Countess standing over her with a cane ready to swing again.  Instinctively she rolled into a ball and the fire was hard and fierce on her buttocks.  “When your Mistress enters you show her respect.  Move yourself!”  Julia rolled out of the bed but not before the cane had put another line on her behind. 

“Remember no permanent damage.” Persephone was as cool as before but as Julia glanced up she saw a quick frown cross the exotic woman's face. 

“True, but the main reason why I was so long was I managed to negotiate a little with our artist and am allowed a little freedom so long as I provide a helping hand with her next masterpiece.  Martha's services will be required.  Wake her will you.”

Persephone's expression showed just what she thought about being ordered about in her own house, but by the time the Countess had turned to face her her look was bland and she shrugged and sauntered to the door where she spoke to someone just outside.

“On all fours and kiss my boots!  Don't you know anything?” more fire crossed Julia's thighs and she hurriedly complied. 

“I rather think she doesn't” Persephone sauntered back.  “A new little one, aren't you?” Persephone's soft shoe lifted Julia's chin and those almond eyes looked down at her.

The Countess snorted.  “Well she better learn quickly.  Now move!”  A whack on the buttocks started Julia forward and she crawled after the other women along a bare corridor and down some stairs.  Looking up she saw she was in some sort of basement with various pieces of equipment dotted around it.  Most were made of steel tubing with leather upholstered sections.  Leather straps were everywhere.  Martha stood somewhat grumpily near one device and a maid was close by as well.

The Countess cane guided Julia to the device near Martha which seemed to be a set of parallel bars with cuffs along it supported about waist height with a complex set of gears at each end.  Her collar and cuffs were removed and she was soon bound to the bars at arms and legs in a doggy position with her thighs a good distance apart.  Martha barked something in Spanish and the maid moved round and pulled Julia's buttocks apart.  Something warm was applied between her cheeks and then there was a ripping sound and the most agonising pain that Julia had felt so far seared her behind.  Martha appeared in front of her holding a wax strip with hairs embedded in it.  She smiled “All rest go too.” she announced.

She meant it too.  The next half hour was agony for Julia as every hair except that on her head was carefully removed.  Her pussy and arse felt raw and her arms, legs and even her back and belly stung.  Not content with the waxing, Martha went over Julia's body with tweezers pulling out every stray hair that she could find.  Meanwhile the maid had pulled her hair into a tight topknot at the crown of her head before going to fetch a large bucket containing a black liquid that she began to stir with a stick.  More Spanish from Martha and once more Julia's buttocks were pulled apart.  Sometime cool and sticky was brushed between them and over her arsehole.  Julia tried to look round and saw a wet sponge brush and smelt a faint smell of ammonia. 

“Liquid latex.” Persephone smiled.  These were the first words that she had spoken since they had all entered.  The painting continued slowly covering Julia's body but leaving her waxed pussy and breasts free.  Once they had painted up to her neck the countess moved round in front of her. 

“You will behave?” Julia nodded without hesitation having felt that cane enough times.

“Open.” She opened her mouth and a rubber mouthpiece was pushed into her mouth.  Short and wide it held her mouth open and Julia found that it was ridged with a space for her teeth to grip it.  Nose plugs were fitted blocking her nose and then earplugs were pushed into her ears and sound became muffled.

They slowly painted over her neck face and ears and Julia found the mouthpiece was soon glued to her lips.  They even painted round her eyes and her eyelids.  Finally she was removed from the bars but the painting went on with a second and then a third coat over her body.  She looked at her fingers and saw that they was fused together with sticky rubber and looked just like manikin's hands.  She had a dreadful foreboding to where this was leading.

At last she was strapped on her back to one of the leather clad benches with her head hanging over the end.  She couldn't move or see was what going on but felt something at the back of her neck and then her head and hair was being bathed.  It was soothing for a while and then there was some pulling on her hair but she was tired and finally drifted of to sleep.

Julia woke to a slap on her belly.  “Get up slut!”   She knew that voice although it sounded muffled through the ear plugs, and was quickly on her feet.  As she stood her head felt strange and she lifted her hand to her hair.  It seemed a tangle. 

“Come over here and view the new exhibit.” The Countess couldn't be denied and Julia moved to stand in front of a full-length mirror.  She was shocked at what she saw.  Before her was a woman completely covered in shining latex.  Her mouth was stretched open in an 'O' and only her pussy and breasts were exposed ... and her hair.  Julia's long, straight, hazel coloured hair was no more.  In its place were tight ringlets of blonde.  Not just any blonde but that just off-white bleached colour that can never be natural.  She lifted one rubber formed hand to it in despair.

“Stay still!” The Countess’s voice lashed out, as harsh as any whip. “This is what you are now; a doll, a plaything, my plaything, and you do not do anything, anything at all without my direct order.”

As if to make her point the Countess moved Julia into a number of poses, each one more uncomfortable, more contorted than the last. In mute fascination Julia watched herself, or rather the doll she had become, in the various mirrors dotted around. There was a strange dislocation. The latex had been applied sufficiently thickly to disguise her features and that, along with the blonde hair, made the figure in the mirror unrecognisable; she knew it was her but, somehow it wasn’t; she had become an ‘it’. The strong contrast between the shiny black of the latex and the flesh tones of her exposed breasts and crotch added to the depersonalisation; the latex had smoothed out the features of the rest of her body such that her nipples, her sex, were the only parts that were real. Somehow this deeply affected her; the vision in the mirror was disturbingly erotic and she couldn’t suppress a shudder.

“I said stand still.” The Countess reinforced her words with a blow from the cane across her buttocks. “Now, follow me.”

The Countess led Julia to a lift which whisked them up to the main living area of the house. Here there was a stark contrast with the basement; there was opulence everywhere; no money had been spared on the finest decorations. Julia was led to a corner.

“Kneel.” The Countess ordered. “Not like that; knees apart, wider, you’re on display, you’re always on display. Now, lift up your breasts, offer them.”

Julia spread her knees and, using the formless shapes that her latex covered hands had become, cupped the underside of her breasts, lifting them up. The Countess gave a curt nod, went over to sit on a sofa and rang a bell. Moments later one of the maids appeared.

In the maid's hands were a leather waist clincher with D rings at the side.  A couple of cuffs with short chains seemed to be attached to the D rings.  The maid also held a pair of ankle length ballet boots like the ones that Julia had seen on the exhibits in the gallery.  At a gesture from the Countess the maid crossed to Julia's side and set to work.  The clincher was put round her waist and buckles pulled as tight as they would go forcing Julia to take shallow breaths.  The cuff went just above her elbows, the short chains giving very little movement and pulling her upper arms to her sides.  Finally the boots were laced on and Julia was ordered to stand.  She almost fell and the restricted arm movement meant that balance was difficult, and the pain ... the pain in her toes was dreadful.

“Come here!” The Countess would take no nonsense and Julia staggered towards her.  “Walk properly you lazy slut.”  The cane came down hard across Julia's exposed breasts.  The next two hours were ones of pain, misery and humiliation for Julia as she was forced to walk confidently in those dreadful boots or suffer constant canings of her breasts, buttocks and pussy.  Finally the Countess seemed satisfied and she went on to teach Julia how to serve her ... the proper ways to enter the room, present her Mistress with whatever was being offered and retire.  Standing and kneeling in those boots was another thing for Julia to manage and her feet and toes were in constant pain.  Finally the Countess grew bored and dismissed Julia to the Kitchens.

If Julia expected some relief then she was in for a disappointment.  If anything Martha was more of a tyrant, finding fault with all that Julia did and pinching her breasts or nipples and slapping her for her mistakes.  Eventually Martha snapped and shouted at her in a torrent of Spanish.  After she had calmed down a little she pointed at the kitchen floor.  “Kneel” Julia knew there was nothing she could do but obey.

Martha walked towards Julia and lifted her short maids dress.  Julia was faced with a very hairy and damp crotch.  “Suck clit” A hand pushed Julia's head into the groin but for a moment she didn't understand what was expected of her.  “Suck clit, now” Martha was getting angry again now.  Julia got the idea and after a little manoeuvring managed to get the mouthpiece over the woman's clit.  Sticking out her tongue to it's full extent Julia could easily reach Martha's bud.  “Lick, lick!” Martha's words were insistent and Julia got her tongue to work, playing it over the engorged clit.  Martha's breathing became heavy and she called out instructions in Spanish which Julia did her best to try to understand.  She seemed to do the right thing as Martha was obviously getting close to orgasm.

“Well, Well, what do with have here?” Persephone's voice was the same cool control.  Julia was pushed back and landed on a heap on the floor.  She looked up to see Persephone lounging in the kitchen doorway.  “When the cat's away the little mice will play.  Is that right Martha?” 

“Yes Mistress.  I mean No Mistress.” Martha stammered. 

“I won't tell the Countess ... for now.  I will have to think of something ... suitable for you.” Persephone almost purred. 

“Yes Mistress.  Thank you Mistress.”

Persephone dismissed Martha with a wave and then gestured Julia to her feet.  Julia stood unsteadily and after a little circling motion from the Mistress in the doorway turned slowly round to be inspected.  “Mmmmmmm ... You have to give the Countess credit for one thing.  She does know how to wrap a package most delightfully.  Persephone advanced into the room and although in the ballet heels Julia towered over the little woman her presences was commanding.  She walked around Julia, inspecting her, fingers playing on all the sensitive places.  Coming to stand in front of Julia, Persephone inserted a finger into Julia's wet pussy.  “And you are enjoying the experience as well it seems.”  She gave a little tug with her finger.  “But now delicious thing, it is time for you to leave.  Come along.”

Persephone turned and walked out without looking back and Julia struggled to follow.  Outside a maid was waiting who took her by the arm and lead her into the back of the same black van that had brought her.  The straps were fastened tightly, the doors slammed and the vehicle began to move.

Once back at the gallery she was unfastened and led out of the van and through to the workshops at the back of the gallery. There she found Angie and the curator waiting for her. They turned as she entered.

“What!” Screamed Angie. “What part of undamaged does that stupid bitch not understand?”

“You did agree…” The curator started.

“I agreed that she could use suitable training methods. Those were my words, suitable training methods.” Angie had calmed down a bit but she was still very angry. “How could that possibly mean turning her into this… this… monstrosity. I wanted her delicacy, her vulnerability, not some bleach blonde Barbie doll.”

“But we’ve got to fill that alcove.” The curator protested.

But Angie wasn’t listening; her anger had turned to curiosity and she was circling Julia with a glint in her eye.

“Do you know, I think I can see it. I think I can make this work. We’ve got a while before opening, haven’t we?” She said. “This hair, it’s got to go. Get me some clippers and some liquid latex. With a bit of care we can sort this out.”

An assistant rushed off to fetch the clippers and Julia was forced to her knees as her head was first clipped and then shaven. Then the liquid latex was applied completely covering her. At the same time rubber disks were placed over her eyes and sealed in place with a generous layer of latex. Julia could no longer see what was happening but, despite the muffling, she could hear Angie’s enthusiasm as she worked away.

“She is the embodiment of the feminine spirit.” Angie gushed. “A spirit that is locked away, hidden in the modern world. Only her sex is free but even that will be violated.”

When Angie was finally satisfied and the latex was sufficiently dry Julia was helped to her feet and led away. It wasn’t long before she was led up a short slope and put on her hands and knees. Some form of strapping was fastened holding her elbows to her knees and then drawn out, pulling them apart. Her hands and feet were free but she was as trapped as if they were bound. Fingers probed at her vagina, easing the lips apart and Angie’s voice declared her ‘ready’. Then she felt something hard, hard and cold, pushing at the lips of her vagina. She tried to move away from it but she had very limited movement and eventually she was forced to relax back and accept the dildo deep, deep inside her.

“Do you see?” Angie’s voice came through the muffling of the hood. “She struggles to escape but still she is violated. Switch it on, please.”

She felt the thrum of an electric motor and at first the dildo retracted a bit, not much, maybe half an inch, before the motion was reversed and it was pushed back, starting a slow and steady cycle. All in all the movement wasn’t much, a couple of inches at most, and it wasn’t fast either, taking maybe two or three seconds per cycle but it was insistent and with each thrust Julia had to pull herself as far forward as the bonds would allow.

“Do you see, as the viewers approach their presence activates the exhibit. They are no longer just viewing the exhibit, they become the rapists by proxy.” Angie explained. She stepped back and the movements stopped.

The next few hours were a misery for Julia.  She was no longer wet and even the small movement of the dildo began to rub.  She had tried to move with the thing but that only helped a little.  Without sight and with her hearing muffled she could tell little of her surroundings although she could tell that the gallery had started to fill up. Every time someone approached the dildo would start to move again. She sensed people around and from time to time she was prodded and poked and her nipples were pinched.  But worse was the turmoil in her head.  Her lovely hair ... first bleached out of all recognition and then totally removed.  In fact she was hairless all over.  Then she had been punished relentlessly all day.  How, how had she got into this situation?  There was no arousal in it now ... only pain of varying sorts.

Finally she felt the viewers leave and before long she was untied and guided by strong hands on each arm.  She stumbled along in the ballet boots and could tell by the change in the sound that they were moving down corridors.  They entered a room and she was guided to what felt like a chair and her arms were strapped down.  Her legs were raised, spread and placed in what felt like stirrups and were also strapped down.  The nose plugs were removed from her nostrils and something antiseptic smelling was pushed into each of them before being removed.  Her head was held and two cold prongs were inserted into her nose.  'Crack.' Julia felt as much as heard the sound and pain erupted in her nose.  She tried to scream and move her head but it was held firmly as her nose was played with.  Then her earlobes were held and she felt earrings put into her piercings there.  Her head was let go and when she moved it she heard a faint jingling.

Julia's right nipple felt cool as something was wiped over it and realizing that it was also about to be pierced she tried to struggle but the bonds were too firm.  The pain was almost overwhelming and whatever was pushed through the piercing was heavy even in her reclined position.  The second nipple followed and Julia was weeping again into her blindfold and then to her horror she felt her labia being felt.  She screamed and struggled again but was helpless.  Her screams grew louder as first one and then the other of her outer lips were pierced.  Exhausted she collapsed and must have passed out as the next thing she knew was being helped to her feet.

“That'll do.” Angie's voice was very near and then a hand pressed down on her chest just above her breasts.  “Ship her back to the Countess.”  Julia was lead stumbling back to the van, all the time being accompanied by the soft jingle.  The ride was pain and weariness and she hardly noticed it nor the trip though the garage and into the house.

“That bitch! What has she done?”  The outrage in the Countess’s voice snapped Julia back to the present. “Get it out of here, now!  I don't want that monstrosity now.”  The Countess was screaming and Julia felt hands on her arms leading her away. 

“No, Stop!” There was cold steel in Persephone's voice.  Footsteps sounded on the floor and something was tugged from Julia's chest.  Persephone spoke, close now, “Take her to the living quarters and start getting her cleaned up.  I will be along in a moment.” Louder, “Countess, a word please ...” The hands pulled and Julia was lead away as Persephone started to calm down the countess.

More stairs and corridors and then the hands stopped her.  She felt the buckles on the waist clincher released along with the elbow cuffs and she breathed out in relief.  The mouthpiece was worked from her mouth where the latex had started to fray, as were the earplugs, and then slowly the patches over her eyes were removed and Julia found she was looking into a mirror.  She stared in astonishment.  She was covered head to toe in black latex and she had rings in her ears, her nose, her nipples and her labia.  From each ring hung little bells.

The door banged and Persephone stormed in obviously furious. “This was attached to you ... a message ... and a joke, but not a very funny one.”  She held up a yellow square, a post it note.  On it was written in black capitals 'WITH BELLS ON ...’ Persephone took a deep breath trying hard to calm herself.  “You have been used as a pawn in a battle between two proud women and that is unacceptable.”  She watched grimly for a while as the maids removed the ballet boots and started to peel away the latex.  One of the maids gestured to the nipple rings and Persephone thought before shaking her head.  She pulled the maid aside and gave a rapid set of instructions.  “... and use the Jasmine oil.” were her final words before she turned and left the room.

The maids completed removing all the latex and also removed the bells.  They left the rings in – all except the nipple rings which they replaced with smaller ones.  One maid left the room while the other carefully inspected each new piercing and wiped them clean with antiseptic.  When the other returned, Julia was led, now naked for the first time in a while, down a bare corridor and into a bathroom where a bath was filled with steaming, scented water and bubbles.  Julia relaxed into it while the maids washed her thoroughly, removing the last traces of the latex.  After that they left her alone for a while to soak away the aches of the day.

She must have drifted off as the water was cooling when the maids returned to dry her.  Soft towels were carefully applied.  They then rubbed a sweet smelling lotion into her skin.  Julia suspected that this treatment was normal reserved for their Mistress.  After she was dry, she looked at herself in the mirror.  The change from two days ago was stark.  She was hairless except for eyebrows and eyelashes and she had rings in every conceivable place.  Most of the welts had gone from the soak and her skin was a pleasant pink.  She was led back down the corridor to the bedroom she had spent the previous night.  There was still one place where she was still sore and she walked gingerly.  One maid, an older one, noticed and when Julia explained a tube of cooling medical gel was fetched.  She lay back on the bed as the maid's soothing fingers worked inside her pussy and for the first time in hours she started to become aroused.  When the maid had finished she covered Julia with the sheet and the light was turned out.  Julia drifted off.

She was awoken by a shake of her shoulder.  The maid gestured her to follow and bleary-eyed Julia was lead through part of the house that she had not been to before; up several fights of stairs and along an elaborate corridor.  The maid knocked at a door and hearing a soft “Come in.” from inside opened it.  Persephone sat upon a large bed, in a short chemise and French knickers, both in ivory complimenting her caramel skin.  Her black hair was unbounded and ivory mules were on her small feet.  She gestured the maid to leave and for Julia to come in. Uncertain of herself Julia walked forward and stood waiting.

“Come, come.  I know you have been taught proper respect.”  Persephone chided gently.  “I spend half the day listening to the Countess instruct you.  She tapped a muled foot on the carpet and Julia knelt, legs apart, back straight and wrists crossed behind her at Persephone's feet.  “Better, and just as well considering all the trouble I've gone to on your behalf.  I've spent the last few hours, calming down the Countess and negotiating with Angie.  Much has been sorted.  The Countess has a new toy to entertain her for the evening and I've paid a deposit to reserve you.”  Julia looked up suddenly and Persephone held up her hand.  “I may not buy you but for now but it is enough to curb Angie from the worst of her excesses.  In short I have some claim on you.”  She looked Julia over.  “You are a lovely one.  It's a shame about your hair but it will grow back.”  Persephone rubbed a finger over Julia's bald pate and at that little gesture, Julia dissolved into tears at her kindness. 

“Can't you ... can't you free me?  I won't tell anyone I promise.”

Persephone looked down at Julia.  “Oh, lovely thing, I'm sure you know by now that that's not the way things work and think deeply on this – I don't think you really want to be released either, do you?  Now come to bed.”  Julia hesitated until Persephone slipped off her mules, climbed into the bed and patted the space beside her.  Julia crawled in after her.  The light was put out and Julia slept like a baby in Persephone's exotic arms.

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.

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.

'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.

The crowd started to break up and chat about the performance and as the maids replaced the mirrors around them Julia gave 'five' a reassuring look.  'five' looked tired but her nervousness seemed to have been replaced by the warm afterglow that follows a truly momentous orgasm.  Julia was feeling much the same way.  Looking round she saw that Angie had joined Persephone and the curator and they were talking animatedly.  The conversation went on for some minutes with Persephone doing most of the talking.  Angie was looking thoughtful and glanced about the room at the large crowd.  Finally she nodded and she and Persephone shook hands, followed by a handshake between Persephone and the curator.  The three of them wandered off, chatting away.

The crowd thinned out a little and Julia and 'five' were allowed to recover in relative peace, but they were aware when the next performance was due as people started to gather and if anything the crowd was larger than the last time.  The organ music played and soon Julia and 'five' were lost in their repeat performance.  As the world exploded about her for the second time, the applause was thunderous and Julia knew how deeply climaxing before this crowd affected her.  When had she become such an exhibitionist?  She reflected that it was since she had become an exhibit, which made her smile wryly.

The next few hours were lost in sea of pleasure and pain, from orgasms and the tug on her nipples and tongue.  Julia didn't even have much time for 'five' and it was not until they were both taken down that Julia was able to see how 'five' had fared.  'five' looked exhausted, but she had a smile on her face so Julia wasn't worried.  Angie decided to leave on the chains connecting their tongues and nipples and the two of the walked back to the van hand in hand.  The journey home was uneventful and, when they arrived,  'three' was waiting for them.  “The Mistress wants to see you both now in her bedroom.” was all she said before turning away.  “Yes, Miss” both woman managed to say to the departing back.

Julia and 'five' hurried through the house, both still linked by the chains, and shortly they arrived at Persephone's door.  Julia knocked and they both entered at the soft “Come”.  Persephone was in her nightwear and she smiled as they knelt before her.  “I'm very pleased and proud of you both.”

“Thank you, Mistress” Julia said and 'five' quickly repeated it.

“'four', you will be pleased to know that you are now officially mine.  I completed the deal with Angie after your performance.”  Julia felt a sudden wash of relief and emotion flow through her.  She was so happy and she couldn't help tears appearing in her eyes.

“Th ... Thank you, Mistress” was all that she could managed.  Persephone's smile was warm.

“I even managed to pay the original price that we had agreed on.  Let me tell you a little secret.  You have been such a hit at the gallery that Angie has been regretting offering you for sale, but she couldn't dare back of the deal or she would lose face terribly and for us, face and trust, are everything – it is not as if we can resort to the law if things go wrong and so backing out of a deal is a real black mark.  Angie couldn't do it, although she could accept a better offer – that is almost considered normal, which was why I ended up in a bidding war for you.”  Persephone look became a little cunning.  “Suspecting that Angie would prefer to keep you if she could.  I offered a proposal.  I buy you for the original amount, but for the next year.  I lend both of you to the gallery for five days a month.  Angie knew she wasn't going to get a better offer and it would give her a chance to experiment with the fabulous twins.  She agreed on the spot.  What do you think of that?”

Julia could hardly think.  Everything in her world was moving so fast.  It was wonderful to be owned and have her future settled for a while at least and as for the galley ... she was getting aroused at the thought of being on display for a year.  “That is wonderful news, Mistress.  You are very clever, Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress.  Very Clever.” 'five' echoed although she seemed a lot less convinced.  Persephone looked very satisfied with herself.

“To celebrate this you are not going to the gallery tomorrow but accompanying me to a party.  Well, it's mixture of party and business.  There are always these little power plays going on.  Now, you two, get to the kitchen for your dinner and then you have chores before bed. Go.”

As Julia shepherded 'five' out of the room, Persephone called out.  “Sweetness.” Julia turned back.  “You know that I'm proud of you and very fond of you?”  Persephone's look was thoughtful and there was genuine emotion there.  Julia nodded.

“Yes, Mistress”

They were met by ‘three’ who led them back down to the kitchens.

“The Mistress has decided that your chains will stay on for the time being so you had best get used to them.” ‘three’ explained. “Now, there’s some risotto in the fridge that you can warm up in the microwave and then it’s bedtime. I’m on duty tonight so I’ll be around keeping an eye on you. Now get on with it.”

Julia and ‘five’ found the risotto and took it to the microwave. The chains between them made it a bit awkward; when they were close together the slack got in the way but, if they got too far apart they risked tugging on the chains which caused agony in their new piercings. When the microwave pinged they took their heated meals to the table and sat down.

“‘four’, err… Miss.?” ‘five’ started once the plates were nearly empty. “The gallery, is it always like that?”

“Well, it’s been different every time but the basic theme is the same. You didn’t seem to mind too much.” Julia gave ‘five’ a smile.

“It was a bit scary but… well, you were there.” ‘five’  blushed. “Whenever I got scared I looked across at you and then it was OK again.”

Julia looked across at ‘five’. Suddenly she looked younger, more vulnerable. Julia wondered what age she actually was and how she’d ended up as one of Persephone’s slaves but that sort of question was forbidden and she knew better than to ask. “Come along.” She said, remembering that, strictly speaking, she was in charge. “Let’s put the plates in the dishwasher and get to bed. It’s been a long day.”

After they had cleared up the kitchen they headed for the bathroom. Chained as they were there was going to be no privacy whatsoever. Indeed, as each one used the toilet the other was forced to stand and watch. Once they were in the shower it was easiest if they soaped each other and ‘five’ got down on her knees in front of Julia soaping her feet, her calves, her thighs, her…

“Careful, ‘five’.” Julia urged. “Those piercings are still sore.”

“I’m sorry, Miss.” ‘five’ apologised and kissed Julia just at the top of her labia.

When Julia felt ‘five’s tongue starting to probe, starting to push her way inside she was tempted to let her be but she was too tired so she reached down and pulled ‘five’ to her feet. “Not now.” She said gently. “You should know by now that sexual contact is forbidden. Anyway it’s time I washed you.”

This time Julia got on her knees before ‘five’ rubbing in the soap until there was a rich lather. When she got to ‘five’s groin she was extra careful; she knew just how much the new piercings could hurt. However, that didn’t mean that she was going to be anything other than completely thorough as she ensured ‘five’ was completely clean after her time in the gallery. Then she stood up and moved on to ‘five’s torso again being super careful as she rubbed the soap into the firm globes of ‘five’s breasts. Even so she couldn’t help but tug on the chain as she moved it to one side and she saw ‘five’ wince at the sudden stab of pain.

They had to be equally careful as they dried each other but, once that was done, there were soothing applications of saline solution to ease the pain. Finally they brushed their teeth and headed back to the sleeping quarters. When they got there they found that the doors had been renumbered and what had been the room marked ‘4’ was now marked ‘4 & 5’. They went in to find that the door may have been renumbered but that the inside was just the same and the bed was no wider. Not only were they going to have to share but they were going to be a bit crowded as well. They were still sorting themselves out when ‘three’ came by and told them in no uncertain terms to settle down and, without waiting for them, turned out the light and left. Not daring to move lest they pull on the chains between them they stood still in the complete darkness.

“‘five’.” Julia called out, realizing she’d have to take control.

“Yes, Miss.” ‘five’ replied.

“Come here and hold onto me.”

She felt ‘five’s hand touch her arm so she guided her round until they were fact to face. Then, crablike, they shuttled sideways until they found the bed. Julia guided ‘five’ down onto it and then lay down beside her. They had hardly settled down before Julia felt ‘five’ kiss her gently on the lips.

“Thank you, Miss.” ‘five’ whispered softly.

“Whatever for?” Julia asked, somewhat surprised.

“For looking after me, Miss.” ‘five’ replied. “I don’t feel so alone anymore.”

Julia wasn’t quite sure how she felt about this but she wasn’t so unfeeling as to want to hurt ‘five’s feelings so she gathered her in and gave her a hug.

“Shh…” Julia said as if reassuring a baby. “That’s enough of that, it’s time we were asleep.”

However, even as exhausted as she was, it took quite a while before Julia drifted off. She was fast finding out so many things about herself that needed thinking over. The woman she’d been those few short days ago would never, could never have been the woman in the gallery without being forced but she couldn’t deny the thrill and the desire to do it again. In her mind she could still feel the crowd watching as she lost control, how every eye was focused on her, her and her sexuality. What would Angie have for her next time? How would she mix the pain and the pleasure? What was the difference?

With these thoughts spinning in her head and ‘five’ gently snoring in her arms, she drifted off to sleep.

Julia came awake as the light snapped on.  “Get up and get moving.  Exercise time.” 'one's voice seemed very loud to the dozing Julia.  “You can undo those chains too.  They are not very practical when there are chores to be done.”  The women stumbled to their feet and undid the chains with some relief.  As they headed towards the gym room, 'one' stopped Julia.  “Congratulations on becoming part of the household.”  'one's smile was a kind one.  “Now that you are on the staff you have some extra training to do.  Some of it will be with me.”  Julia hesitated.

“Yes, Miss.  Thank you Miss.”

“Don't look some worried.  I think that you will enjoy it ... mostly.”  'one' grinned.  “Now, get along.”

“Yes, Miss.”

Julia hurried to the gym and quickly started on the regime that 'three' has worked out for her.  'two' and 'five' were already sweating away and 'one' joined them shortly.  Again Julia marveled how good 'one's body was for someone in her 40s and she found herself staring as she peddled away on the exercise bike.  'one' caught her looking and Julia blushed, as she reflected on how much she now enjoyed the sight of a firm, naked female form.  'one' smiled and winked, which just made Julia blush all the more.

After the work out came washing and dressing.  Julia and 'five' washed each other, dried each other off and inspected each other's piercings.  This was becoming routine but Julia found that she liked the closeness that it involved and she could tell the 'five' appreciated even more as her nipples were hard throughout.  They dressed each other in their uniforms but when it came to the shoes, 'one' stopped them.

“The Mistress has some plans for the two of you and part of this involves some very specific training.  Some it will be uncomfortable to start with and this part certainly will be.  You will get used to it in time but it might take some while so we will start carefully.”  'one' opened a cupboard and took out two pairs of patent black leather ankle boots with extreme heels and ballet toes.  She proceeded to show the maids how to use rumpled up old stockings placed over their toes to protect them somewhat and then helped lace them into the boots.

When Julia tried to stand she almost fell over from both the difficulty in balancing and the pain in her toes.  'five' faired little better.  “It will take time for you to build strength in your feet and toes to wear these for long.  Weeks, probably months, but the Mistress has instructed that you both get used to them and confident in them.  You will wear them for only an hour today and we will gradually increase that time.  Now, for the next hour you have duties in the laundry room, which shouldn't tax your feet too much.”

Supporting each other Julia and 'five' hobbled to the laundry room.  It was hard to concentrate on the work at hand when walking was so difficult and painful but they got along ok, helping each other out.  The washing was an odd mixture.  The bedding, nightclothes and some underwear was all fairly normal, but there was a lot of latex and leather to be treated.  The leather could mostly only be sponged down and wiped dry, but the latex needed to be washed in soapy water, carefully dried to avoid streaking and the polished to a shine with silicon spray.  After that it needed to be carefully hung up to avoid creases and to stop it sticking to itself.  It took time and care.

At the end of the hour Julia's feet were on fire and her ankles were weak.  She was even getting cramps in her calves.  She was much relieved when 'one' arrived with their more normal shoes and they were allowed take off the cursed boots.  'one' inspected their feet and toes carefully before nodding and helping them on with their shoes.  “It will get easier in time as I said.  You have kitchen duty now and so report to 'two'.  After that the Mistress wants you naked at her bedroom door at four o'clock.  She wants plenty of time to prepare you for this evening’s engagement.

The woman hurried off and spent the next few hours helping to prepare lunch and then clean up the kitchen afterwards.  Julia and 'five' worked hard and 'two' barely noticed them.  It seemed that they were now accepted as part of the furniture, which was much better than being singled out for every fabricated minor mistake.  At shortly before four o’clock they were dismissed and after helping each other remove the uniforms they took the service elevator to the top floor.  They knocked at Persephone's bedroom door and were invited in.

As they knelt, Persephone got up off the bed and slipped out of her dressing gown.  For the first time Julia saw her Mistress naked – flawless caramel skin and a petite but well formed body.  For the second time that day Julia couldn't help staring.  “Do you like what you see?”  Persephone had a twinkle in her eye as she slowly turned in front of the maids showing off her full charms.  “Come on then.  Help me shower.” she crooked her finger in a 'come' gesture before turning away and with an exaggerated swing of her hips walked towards the bathroom.

Julia and 'five' followed and were soon soaping down and washing that lovely body.  It wasn't just the steam from the shower that was making Julia hot and 'five' was in a similarly aroused state.  “You two are in a very interesting state, aren't you?”  Persephone's voice was full of humour.

“Er ... Yes, Mistress” Julia managed and 'five' could only nod.

“Good ... and if you're particularly well behaved I may allow you some release, but for now, I like you the way you are.”  She bent over each of the kneeling women in turn and gave them a long, lingering kiss.  “There are towels on the rail.  Fetch them and dry me off.”  They hurried to obey and soon Persephone was dry and snuggled into a bath robe.  While I do my make up, get yourselves washed and dried ... Oh, and rub oil into each other.  You will find it in the cabinet ... and no getting up to anything either.”  Persephone almost laughed as she turned to her mirror.

The two women quickly washed and dried each other before rubbing in the sweet smelling oil.  As they returned Persephone was just finishing her makeup.  All browns and muted tones that suited her skin well.  She smiled as they knelt beside her.  “You are getting well behaved.  I like to see that my girls know their place.”  She rubbed her hand over each of their bald scalps.  “So, to your makeup.”  First she used a very pale foundation on each of them.  Pale, but not white enough to make them look like clowns.  This was followed by shiny scarlet lips and dark, almost black eye shadow and eye liner.  Finally heavy black mascara and just a hint of colour on their cheeks.  “Yes, very striking.”  Persephone was pleased with her work.  “Help me with my hair.  There is no great hurry however as I've allowed the Countess to use my car to take her and her entourage to the party first.  It will come back for us.  There is no point in irritating her more than is necessary.”

Persephone sat up and instructed the maids to pull her long, dark hair to the crown of her head, drawing it tight.  Once it was fixed there with a band she ordered them to plat it into a single long pigtail.  Once done it still came a good way down her back.  “Time to help me dress.”  She smiled.

Persephone took off her robe.  “First, these.  'four' if you would do the honours.” She held out a small box to Julia with a smile of amusement.  Julia opened the box and saw two shiny balls connected together by a cord.  She picked the up and realized that they were hollow with other objects moving around inside them.  “Duo balls, they do give such a lovely feeling and it is a party after all.  Push them inside me, 'four'.”  Persephone opened her legs wide and after a little hesitation Julia moved forward and slowly worked each ball inside her Mistress' pussy.  They slid in fairly easily and Julia could smell a strong scent of arousal.  Persephone was obviously enjoying herself.  Next, were a pair of black latex knickers that fit tightly and held in the balls.  The dress that Persephone had chosen was royal blue latex.  A cocktail dress, with short, flouncy skirts and short sleeves.  It had a collar and a cutout at the front to show Persephone's cleavage.  Over the top of this was a black leather corset and Julia notice that the cups were padded giving the petite woman much more cleavage and a tiny waist.  Completing the outfit were long thigh high black patent platform boots with a good-sized heel.  Persephone looked more the part of a Domme that Julia had ever seen before.

“So then sweetness let's get you and 'five' ready, shall we?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Here's what I have for both of you.” Persephone waved to a chair in the corner of the room where there was a pile of clothes.  “Fetch them please.”  The maids rushed to obey and returned with both latex and leather straps.  The latex was two transparent catsuits.  Julia helped 'five' into hers and once it was on she was able to see the effect.  It was a full catsuit with feet, but no hood, crotchless and with holes at the nipples.  It was also cut away at the navel and so nicely framed the piercing there.  The look was interesting, for although looking totally naked 'five' had a sheen to most of her body.  Julia came next and she was soon adjusting the rubber to better fit her curves.  The latex was new and the smell was distinctive.  She found that she was beginning to associate that smell with the gallery and being exhibited.  She was being turned on by it.

Over the catsuit went a white leather harness and white leather wrist and ankle cuffs.  These were all fastened and locked with little padlocks.  The harness was carefully made so as not to cover the maids' crotches, breasts or navels.  The idea was to leave as much on display as possible.  They were given transparent plastic, low-heeled shoes to wear – more to protect their feet than to add to the effect.  Persephone walked round them admiring each of them.  “Very nice, very very lovely.  You will do well.  Just one more touch.”  She stepped behind them and fastened collars onto each of them, before leading them to the mirror.  Julia saw that the collars were about two inches wide, in white leather and a thick 'D' ring was attached to the front.  A large silver plate was fixed to the leather with 'FOUR' in big capitals on it.  Glancing across she saw that 'five' had 'FIVE' on hers.  Julia hear a click and knew that the collar was being locked in place with another padlock.

Persephone walked round them again.  “I think we do need jewelry after all.”  She went and fetched light chains and a pair of earrings.  She fitted a short chain from nose ring to right ear to each of them and also the tongue chains to the same ear.  Into the left ear she fastened a long dangling earring, which Julia noted had the same six petaled flower as her navel piercing.  A chain between Julia's nipples followed and chains from her nipples to her labia rings completed the arrangement.  'five' had identical chains fitted.  “Perfect.” Persephone exclaimed in some excitement.  “This is going to be such fun.”

She calmed down a little.  “The car should have returned for us soon but I need to give you a little lesson on the etiquette of the group we are about to be in company with.  Firstly, it is not done to handle another's possessions without permission and so you are safe from others.  I will protect you but some will ask and it is not polite to refuse reasonable requests.  I won't leave you in another's power and will be watching how you are treated.  If I give permission then you are expected to do what is asked of you without protest or comment.  Trust me.  I will intervene if things get out of hand.”  Persephone looked quite serious now.

“There is one other thing.  If someone has been given permission to handle you she can also ask to be thanked for what she has done to you.  It's almost formal.  She will say, 'You can thank me now.' or something like that and you will reply 'Thank you Mistress' and then kiss her on the crotch as close to her entrance as you can get.  You shouldn't use your hands – they should be at your sides or behind your back, but if you can push aside her clothing with your face then you should do so.  So for example this dress has short skirts that can be moved with your face so you would kiss my knickers but if the skirt was tight or longer then you would kiss the skirt close to my crotch.”  Persephone smiled and her tone was light.  “I'm sure you both understand.  It's a bit of silliness really.  I rarely ask for it and those that do are either testing the training of a girl or are just out to make a point that they are important.  More to convince themselves than anything else.  Now, let's try it with each of you.”

“four, you may thank me.”

“Thank you Mistress”  Julia crawled towards Persephone and pushing aside her skirt kissed the rubber knickers underneath.

“Well, done sweetness.  That is just how it should be.  It is impossible to tell that you have only been with me for a few days.  It seems so much longer to me.”  Persephone's smile was radiant.  “Now you 'five' ... 'five, thank me.”

'five' moved forward and knelt before her Mistress.  “Thank you, Mistress.”  She kissed just as Julia had done.

Persephone smiled.  “I'm proud of you both.  It's about time the car was here.  Let's get going.” She opened the bedroom door and walked towards the lift with the maids hurrying behind.

The car was indeed waiting in the garage – a large back limo.  Persephone slid into the back seat and 'five' climbed in afterwards and was about to sit on the facing seat when Persephone stopped her.  “'five', lovely, you know better than that.” Persephone chided softly.

“Yes, Mistress.  Sorry Mistress.” 'five' knelt in the foot well and Julia entered and knelt beside her.  The car started to move and Julia could see little from her kneeling position.  It drove through the dark London streets for about half an hour before entering an underground garage.  Persephone exited and waited as the maids followed.  She took two while leather leashes and clipped them to the girls' collars before leading them to an elevator.  The door opened and they were bowed to by the attendant.  She wore black, latex stockings held up by suspenders attached to a tight black, leather waist clincher.  She had on high-heeled oxford shoes, a black bow tie and a tiny top hat was perched on her head at a jaunty angle.  She also was gagged with a ball gag.  As the visitors entered she pressed a button, the doors closed and the lift started to ascend.

Julia noted that there were 42 floors and the elevator stopped at the very top.  As the doors rolled back and the attendant bowed to Persephone again the sound of music and chatter could be heard.  Persephone led them out into a large room with windows along two sides.  A large group of women were present, both Mistresses and slaves.  They were being served by woman dressed identically to the lift attendant.  Soft sofas and chairs dotted the room.  In one corner dungeon equipment had been set up and there was a raised stage along another wall.  As they walked into the room a tall blonde woman dressed from head to toe in black leather approached.

“Persephone, darling, good to see you here and with two of the most delightful specimens.  Is one of these the one that has caused all the stir at the gallery?  I've heard so much about it.  In fact Angie can't say enough about her 'triumph'.”  The woman looked significantly to one part of the room where Julia saw the artist surrounded by a small group.  Angie was obviously holding forth on some subject and the gallery owner was standing nearby, sipping a drink with a slightly amused looked on her face.

As Persephone stopped to talk to the woman, Julia carefully knelt beside her and after a hesitation 'five' did the same.  Julia thought it better to be safe than sorry.  Persephone showed nothing on her face but she idly traced a finger over Julia's bald head, which Julia felt was approval.  “Diana, lovely to see you.”  Persephone was her cat-like self.  “Yes, this is the one.”  She put a hand on Julia's shoulder.  “You seem to have a good turn out this evening.”

“What?  Oh yes.  I'm very pleased.”  Diana seemed a little taken aback by Persephone's change of subject but her eyes quickly returned to Julia.  “May I look her over?”

“But of course ...” Persephone handed over Julia's leash to the woman who looked down at her.

“Stand.”

Julia obediently stood with her feet two feet apart and her hands crossed behind her back.  She put her shoulders back and kept her head up.  Diana nodded in approval.  “You have her well trained for one so new.”

Persephone smiled.  “Yes, she is a quick learner and I've done rather well considering the circumstances.  A new purchase wasn't high on my list.”

“Ah yes, the Countess.  I must congratulate you there as well.  She's been with you ten days now ... is it?  And your house is still standing.  That's quite an achievement.  None of us really want to have to house her when she visits, but her contacts in South America are second to none and she can procure just about anything as you know.  With her tastes she can hardly be put up at a normal hotel and she has outstayed her welcome almost everywhere else, but she is just too damned useful to offend.  You have done a fine job and it has been noted.  I've sure that when the committee next meets it will have a beneficial effect when you nomination is considered.”  She looked over to the dungeon area and there Julia could see the Countess, cane in hand.  Julia recognized one of the Countess's maids spreadeagled on an X and there was a naked girl bent almost double over a horse with wrists and ankles spread and bound low to its legs.  Julia couldn't see a face but the by the mass of red hair she knew it to be the poor 'toy'.

Julia's attention was bought back to what was going on around her by a hand on her thigh.  Diana slowly worked her hands over Julia's body, holding her buttocks and breasts and then taking her head between her hands she looked over Julia's face and into her eyes.  Finally she ended with the briefest of touches between Julia's legs and smiled and as she felt the wetness there.  “Very, nice Persephone.  I'm quite jealous.  A wonderful find.” Turning back Julia.  “You may thank me.”

Julia knelt smoothly ...  “Thank you.  Mistress” and kissed Diana on her leather clad crotch.

“Truly remarkable, Persephone.  One would have thought that this one had been in training for years.”

As Julia shuffled back to her place beside Persephone she saw another woman leading a slave towards the group.  With a jolt Julia recognized the woman.  Her name was Hazel Whitehead and she had temped in Julia's office about six months ago.  At first Julia has got on well with her, with several water cooler conversations mostly about men and sometimes about sex.  Julia had even been for a few drinks with her, but once she learned that Hazel was a lesbian and had some decidedly kinky tastes, she had allowed the friendship to cool.  Hazel's contract had only been for a month and she left shortly afterwards.  Julia hoped that the woman wouldn't recognize her – she did look very different now and it was six months ago after all.

“Diana ... Persephone ...  Were you just examining that exhibit that Angie is so gushing about?” Hazel's voice no longer had the London accent that Julia recalled.  It was in fact quite cultured.  She stopped in front of Julia.

“Hazel.”  Persephone's voice was cool and nothing showed on her face.

“Good evening Hazel.  Yes, that one is quite exquisite.”  Diana was almost gushing herself.

“Exquisite, hmmm.  This I would like to see for myself.  May I, Persephone?”

After a moments hesitation Persephone nodded, “Yes of course.”

Hazel bent and cupped Julia's chin, lifting her head so that her face could be better seen and Julia got a good look at this new Mistress.  Hazel was wearing a wetlook black dress that came to mid thigh and had a zip running down the front from neck to hem.  To the dress was added matching knee boots and a number of gold bracelets and hooped earrings.  Their eyes locked and understanding filled Hazel's face and she smiled.  “But, I know this one.  In fact I tried hard to get her.  I could tell she was well suited to my ... our needs and it seems from what Angie was saying that she felt right into her lap ... just walked in off the street.  A real shame.  I could have made a pretty penny out of this one.  Oh well, you can't win them all.  Who's doing the paper work?”

“The gallery is arranging it.  I believe they usually use Estelle.”

Hazel gave a little pout of disappointment.  “You should have come to me Persephone.  I'm very thorough and my rates are extremely competitive.  So let's look this one over.”  Hazel's inspection of Julia was nothing like Diana's had been.  She was clinical and professional treating Julia like livestock.  Feeling muscles, buttocks, breasts and nipples in an impersonal way.  She inspected Julia's teeth, fingers, eyes, ears and nose.  All the time she was forced to kneel and not allowed to stand.  Then she was told to bend over and fingers were inserted into her pussy.  “Hmmmm, at least she enjoys such handling.” Hazel wiggled her fingers inside Julia's slippery hole.  “That was something I've been wanting to do for the past six months.  I'm glad I've had the opportunity.  So than, thank me slut.  It seems my once-over got your juices flowing.”

As Julia knelt up Hazel undid the zip at the hem of her dress and  upzipped it some distance.  Below the dress Hazel wore no underwear and her eyes twinkled.

“Thank you Mistress.”  Julia obediently lent forwards and kissed Hazel on her naked clit.

“You have given this one some training I see.”  Hazel rezipped her skirt.  “How would you like another to train.  This one is new and a raw trainee.  Lot 26 if you look at the brochure.”  Julia looked at Hazel's slave for the first time.  She was naked, but her arms were bound behind her back and laced into a single long leather glove.  Her ankles were hobbled with chains and she was gagged.  She was also terrified.

“The paper work is all in process and I foresee no difficulties with it.”  Hazel continued her sales pitch.  “In a few days she will have disappeared.  How about it ladies?  Are you interested in looking her over?”

“Not for me.”  Persephone declined.  “The Countess has already put me to some expense in that department and I fear I may be in for some more.”  She glanced over to the dungeon corner where the 'toy's upturned bottom was being tanned scarlet from the Countess's cane.  The girl hung limply over the horse and Julia wasn't even sure if she was still conscious.

Diana also shook her head and Hazel shrugged.  “Nice, chatting to you then.”  She turned to go, but then turned back.  “I almost forgot.  I may have come up empty handed with regards to this one.” She pointed at Julia, “but on that trip I was rewarded.  I believe I sold my goods to Mistress Sonja.  They are both over there.”

Julia looked in the in the direction of the casually waved hand and to her shock saw her best friend from work.  She was naked except for a collar but even if she had not seen her in six months she would have known her anywhere.  Alison Robertson had died of an overdose.  Julia had been dumbfounded at the time and couldn't believe it.  She now understood that it had all been Hazel's work.  Alison has been present at those nights out with Hazel and had laughed off Julia's coolness to Hazel calling her a prude.  Hazel had left before things had gone too far but Alison had “died” two weeks later.  Julia was paralyzed with the shock.  She barely heard Diana's words.

“Really? ... from before?  We will have to arrange a reunion.  Perhaps after the business is concluded we can prevail on Angie to arrange some display for the two of them ...”

Diana took her leave, as the hostess it was her duty to circulate amongst all the guests, but she promised to come back to Persephone for a long chat later. “We have so much to talk about. There’s the matter of…” She inclined her head towards the dungeon area where The Countess was still playing with her ‘toy’.

For the next hour or so Persephone chatted with the other guests. There was a lot of interest in Julia; it would seem that many had seen her at the gallery, and, time and time again, she was subjected to inspections; time and time again she would be made to stand and wait whilst total strangers would paw her body, feel her breasts and probe her pussy. Despite, or was it because of, this impersonal treatment, Julia couldn’t help but respond. What she was beginning to think of as her inner slut welcomed and wanted the feel of strange fingers parting her pussy lips and pushing inside. One woman simply held her hand there whilst continuing to chat to Persephone and Julia, unable to contain herself, started to push her hips forward, to rub herself against the hand. The woman merely held her firmer, cupping her hand so that her ring and forefinger were buried inside Julia whilst her palm was rubbing against her pubic mound. Faster and faster Julia humped the woman’s hand until…

“She’s a horny little thing, isn’t she?” The woman said, removing her hand and tasting the tops of her fingers. “Was she like this when you got her, or did she need training?”

“She was pretty much like this when I got her.” Persephone replied.

“And the other one?” The woman indicated ‘five’ who was still kneeling besides Persephone.

“She’s one of the timid ones.” Persephone said. “But sometimes I like them like that. Mind you, with the right encouragement she’s not so timid. ‘four’, give ‘five’ a kiss.”

Julia could hear the pride in Persephone’s voice and realised that she was enjoying showing off her possessions; a show was obviously required. She knelt down in front of ‘five’ and, crossing her wrists behind her back, leaned forward to give her a kiss. At first ‘five’ was nervous and slow to respond but, as Julia’s tongue pushed forward, she opened her mouth and surrendered.  Gradually passion overcame nervousness and ‘five’ retuned the kiss with equal intensity.

“You may use your hands.” Persephone said and, immediately, ‘five’ reached out and pulled Julia into a clinch, crushing them together. As their breasts met and the chains in their piercings became entangled there was a tingle of pain but that just added to the mix of sensations. The smooth feel of the latex catsuits gave the proceedings an unreal feel; the touch of ‘five’s hand against the latex against her skin was deeply disturbing and Julia wanted more, much more.

“That’s more than enough. You’re getting far too carried away.” Persephone laughed and a tug on her leash pulled Julia back. As she broke from the kiss she looked up and realised she was quite the centre of attention; Persephone and the woman had been joined by several others who were watching the show. There was even a smattering of applause. ‘five’ blushed and hung her head but for Julia it was just part of the turn on.

“Ladies.” Diana had taken the stage and was addressing the room using a microphone. “As I’m sure you’re aware, Hazel has some merchandise available for us today. She has three on offer. Firstly, for all you mother hens…” There was a smattering of laugher around the room. “Lot 15 is nineteen years old and was acquired in Paris a few days ago.” The maids brought onto the stage a slim young woman who was obviously petrified with fear. Her ankles were hobbled and her wrists were bound behind her back. She was taken to the centre of the stage where she stood shivering. “I’m sure some of you ladies would delight in training such a sweet young thing. Her English is limited but that shouldn’t be too much of an issue. For those who prefer more… spirit.” The maid went back stage and this time returned with a black woman, Julia guessed she’d be in her mid twenties, who was fighting every step of the way. She was similarly bound and, this time, gagged. She was forced to kneel and the leash attached to the collar around her neck was tied off to an anchor point in the floor. “Lot 17 was acquired…” Diana checked her notes. “in Amsterdam only two days ago. Completely untrained and, as you can see, far from compliant, she’d make an excellent addition to the collections of those who like the challenge of breaking wild spirits. Finally…” This time the maid returned with Lot 26 who Julia had seen earlier. “Lot 26 is a classic English rose acquired in Dorset only yesterday. She’s still a little timid but will respond well to treatment. All three are available for inspection prior to the sale which will start at ten-o-clock. Hazel will be available throughout if anyone  has any questions.”

Lot 26 was tied off in the same manner as the black woman but the timid French girl was still free, if hobbled. However she was going nowhere as many of the crowd went to the stage and started to examine them all. Julia realised with horror that this could well have been her fate if Persephone had not stepped in. Whilst she was distracted one of the maids had approached and was standing in front of Persephone.

“Mistress Diana asks if you would be so kind as to come to the office.” She said, giving a little curtsey.

Julia and ‘five’ were told to stand and they followed Persephone as she was led to an office area through a door at the back of the party room. There was a large table and six women were sitting around it.

“Please, take a seat.” Diana said. Persephone sat at the opposite end of the table and Julia and ‘five’ knelt down either side of her.

“This is Marina.” Diana continued. “She represents the South American branch or our organisation.”

“Mistress Persephone.” Marina started, rather formally. “We have a proposition for you. We need someone with your skills, you tact, your… diplomacy. The Countess is becoming a problem. She is losing her sense of perspective and has, more than once, presented a serious security risk. Our European branch” Marina nodded towards Diana “has indicated that you might be just the person to show her the error of her ways, to put her back on track. It’s a delicate matter which will require much discretion. We don’t want to lose her, she has valuable contacts and skills, but we’ve spent far too much time and effort clearing up her messes. You’ve probably seen for yourself what she’s like; she’s all but killed that poor redhead.”

“Do you want me to keep her here in London?” Persephone asked.

“No, I don’t think so. It might be more convenient if you flew out to Brazil and operated out of her villa. We don’t want to stop her work; as I said, we don’t want to lose her skills or contacts, just rein in the excesses. Do you think you can manage that? Can you take some time off from your London commitments?”

“That’s quite a bit to think about.” For the first time Persephone looked unsure of herself.

“Of course, we don’t want to rush you but maybe you could let us know by the end of the evening. We are rather counting on you.” Marina finished. “Now, I’m sure we all want to get back to the party.”

They all stood up and headed for the door. Julia was close enough that when Diana came up to Persephone and whispered she could make out the words. – ‘This is your big chance; do this one right and you’ve made the top table.’ Persephone nodded and Julia could tell it was a done deal.

The group dispersed back into the main room and Persephone hung back a little.  “'four', you are coming with me to Brazil.  Normally I would take 'one' but as we will be leaving at short notice 'one' will be needed here to take care of my affairs.”

Julia nodded.  “Yes, Mistress.” and then noticed that 'five' had an alarmed look on her face.  Persephone started to mingle and Julia saw that they were gradually making their way to the dungeon corner although that wouldn't have been obvious to anyone watching.

“Persephone.”  A heavily accented voice came from behind.  Julia turned at the same time as her Mistress and saw a dark haired woman of middle years in a knee length black latex dress with a high neck and long sleeves.  Her hair was in a bun and she wore glasses and heeled courts.

“Sonja, how are you my dear?”  Persephone smiled one of her warmest smiles.

“I couldn't be better.  Thank you for asking ... and this would be the one that has the room in such a stir?”  Julia could tell that the Sonja's accent was French.

“Oh, yes.  I'm very proud of her.”  Persephone beamed.

“I also hear that she knows one of mine.  Quite well according to Hazel.  Diana is arranging a reunion.  That should be fascinating.  I'm arranging to keep my girl occupied until it's time.  She really has no idea and I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise.  I know I can count on you to help with that little deception.”

Of course I will Sonja.  Although it's a little hard with this one being such a draw.  I will do my best.”

“That's all I ask.  I have my eye on that little French girl in the sale.  It would pleasant to have a native speaker.  Although my girls pick up the language rapidly under my care, ... with a little encouragement of course, they still tend to have appalling accents.  If I do get her then I will put this one's former friend in charge of her.  That will keep her busy as new girls tend to be a handful at first.  Anyway, I don't want to attract attention this way, so I will leave you now.  See you ... both a little later.”  She gave Persephone a peck on both cheeks and walked away.

Persephone smiled.  “It seems you are building some expectations in the room, sweetness.  I know that you will play your part well.”  Julia was left to puzzle that one as they drifted towards the Countess, stopping here and there to chat along the way.  Finally they reached the dungeon corner where the Countess was still at work on her 'toy'.   Her audience had drifted off however, perhaps growing uncomfortable with the brutality of her 'work'.  The poor 'toy's body was a mass of purpling bruises and her bare, upturned behind was red all over with large welts covering it.

Persephone walked up and trailed a couple of fingers over that tortured bottom, which made the 'toy' twitch.  “Still adding to your handiwork, Countess.  Have you decided whether you are taking this one with you when you leave?”  Persephone continued to play with the 'toy' and Julia suspected that it was partly to halt the beatings for a while.  Julia knelt and 'five' quickly followed as Persephone waited for a response.

“No, not yet.”  The Countess replied

Persephone shrugged “If you decide to leave her, I would be quite happy to dispose of her.  If not ... well it's up to you.”

“Thank you, Persephone.”

“Happy to oblige.  Have you planned you trip home yet?”  Persephone's voice was light.  The Countess cracked a half smile.

“Trying to get rid of me?”

“Oh, certainly not, Countess.  Quite the opposite in fact.  I was trying to nail down my own travel plans – that is all.”  Persephone's smile was winning.

“Indeed.  Are you going somewhere?”

“I am and I'm sure you will be delighted, Countess.”  Persephone was almost girlish.  “You have told me so much about your home and your operation that I'm just dying to see it.  I've never been to Brazil and would love to see the country.  I hear that it is beautiful and where you live sounds such an idyllic spot and your lovely house...”  Persephone clapped her hands together in excitement but before the Countess could speak ran on.  “It's going to but just wonderful but I have all these arrangements to make.  I must talk to Hazel.  I need to get papers for 'four' and after I've almost offended her it will be good to put some work her way.”  Persephone began to wave in Hazel's direction.

Distracted the Countess scowled.  “That upstart, lowlife kidnapper.  I wouldn't give business to her.  Besides, why do you need papers?  Can't you just transport as livestock? That's what I do, except for Martha.  It's much cheaper and less trouble that way.”

“Going on a journey, Persephone?”  Diana's voice was close behind them.  Persephone turned and again did her excited little clap.

“Yes Diana.  The Countess has invited me to stay with her at her home in Brazil.  Isn't that just wonderful?  I would love to see the rain forest ... and piranhas ... and Amazon tribes people.  It will be such an adventure.”

“That does sound like a lovely trip.  When are you leaving Countess?” Diana smiled.

The Countess hesitated.  “The plans aren't finalized as yet but it will be in a few days – a week at most, but don't expect to see the rain forest or those other things.  I don't live that close to them and Brazil is huge.”

“I hope it all goes well and Persephone has an enjoyable time.”  Diana lowered her voice.  “A word of advice about Hazel, Countess.  I heard your opinion of her.  She may have come from very humble roots and has associations with a large number of criminal elements, but she has come a long way in a relatively short time and is a rising star.  I would keep your thoughts about her to yourself, if I were you.”

Persephone had managed to attract Hazel's attention and she joined the group.  “What can I do for you, Persephone.  I haven't got long as the auction is about to start.”

“Hazel, I need your help.  I'm planning a trip to Brazil.  The Countess has kindly invited me to stay and I need papers for this one.”  Persephone pointed to Julia.  “I may as well have a full set – birth certificate, National Insurance number, passport etc, although it's the passport that is the most important for my travels of course.”

Hazel looked at Julia.  “Hmmmmm, yes, I can manage that when did you want it for?”

“As soon as ...”

Hazel's eyes sparkled.  “That will be costly.”

Persephone shrugged.  “Whatever you feel is fair.”

“If you can get pictures to me by early tomorrow.”  Hazel considered.  “Four, not better make it five days.  Is that acceptable?”

Persephone looked at the Countess.  “Does that suit you?”

“Yes, I've some business still to complete and it will take at least that long.”

“Good then that's all settled.”  Persephone smiled warmly and shook Hazel's hand.  “A deal then.  I will get the pics to you in the morning.  I won't keep you now as I know you are busy.”  Hazel nodded and hurried away.

“Money grubbing little whore.  She will fleece you, Persephone.” The Countess grumbled.

“That's as maybe but her love of money makes her easy to keep sweet.”  Diana looked at the Countess.  “I wouldn't reminder Hazel that she was a whore.  She is rather touchy on the subject.  Now, I am also needed for the auction so I had better show my face.”

“I'll come with you.” Persephone tugged the leashes and Julia and 'five' stood and followed Diana and their Mistress.  Once they were out of the Countess's earshot Diana murmured.

“Nicely done.  She couldn't really say no with me standing there.”

“Thanks for joining us.  I was going to use Hazel as my witness but your presence was much better.  We have made a good start.  So I will let you get to the auction.  I may not be buying today but I'll watch as they are often entertaining.”

“Ladies!” Hazel had taken the microphone and was walking to the centre of the stage. Diana gave Persephone a ‘gotta go’ and marched off towards her.

“Where shall we start?” Hazel continued. “Lot 15. What a cutie. It’s been a while since we were able to offer anything like this. She’s French and has the most delightful accent; she’d be the perfect addition to any collection. For those who desire shipping we can, of course provide full paperwork in whatever name and nationality you desire. Now, come along ladies, who’ll start the bidding.”

There were four bidders to start with but, as the price rose, two dropped out leaving Sonja and an elderly, matronly lady. The price went up and up, with Hazel egging on the bidding until, finally, Sonja was successful. A leash was attached to Lot 15’s collar and she was led across the room to where Sonja sitting. She seemed to barely comprehend what was going on and tears streamed down her face. Sonja guided her down onto her knees and gently stroked her hair, calming her a little.

“Well then, now we have Lot 17. Would you remove the gag please?” One of the maids went over to Lot 17 and undid the buckles holding the gag in place. As soon as it was clear Lot 17 spat it out and screamed a torrent of abuse in a language Julia didn’t understand but guessed to be Dutch.

“This little firebrand was acquired in Amsterdam a few days ago.” Hazel continued. “She’s twenty five, a university graduate who speaks perfect English when she’s a mind to and, before she was brought to me, had quite a reputation around the clubs and bars of the city. As you can see, and hear, she’s less than fully cooperative but I know that’s just the challenge some of you ladies like. How much sweeter when they’re finally tamed, eh?”

This time the bidding was quite brisk, and from several bidders. It would seem that there were several there who did enjoy the ‘challenge’, as Hazel had put it. Julia wondered what it must be like to be owned by someone who enjoyed breaking spirits; how much pain and suffering was Lot 17 going to go through and where would she end up? Julia gave a shudder.

“What’s up sweetness?” Persephone had noticed Julia’s discomfort.

“She’ll suffer, won’t she?” Julia said quietly. “I could have been her; I could have been like that.”

“But you’re not, are you, sweetness. You’re my sweetness and I’ll look after you.”

The bidding had finally finished but, instead of being led to her new owner, Lot 17 was taken away back stage. Julia guessed that she would be too much to handle, loose amongst the party. The successful bidder went up to Hazel who directed her to the side of the stage; evidently she wanted to play with her new purchase.

“Last, and by no means least…” Hazel was back on the microphone. “Lot 26. A little more mature than the others at thirty-two she has all the sweetness you’d expect from an English rose from the West Country. Shy and demure but with all the hidden sensitivities you ladies love to bring out. She was the local librarian before we found her and I guess we’ve saved her from a lonely spinsterhood.” There was a ripple of laughter around the room. “Now then, who’ll start me off.”

Julia looked at the woman, still kneeling on the stage. The chain that attached her collar was so short that she couldn’t do more than kneel and her eyes, full of fear and uncertainty, flitted around the room. Julia felt that this made her, if anything, more appealing. Even more than the French waif this was a lost soul waiting to be claimed. Julia hoped that she would attract the right sort of owner, one who would care for her.

The bidding was still going on when one of the maids approached.

“Begging your pardon, Mistress Persephone, but Mistress Diana says that Mistress Angie would like to start arranging the exhibit.” She said nervously. “May I take her back with me.”

“No, I don’t think so. I think we’ll all go.” Persephone said firmly. “Come along now.”

Again the tug of the leash told Julia and ‘five’ to get to their feet and the three of them followed the maid to a room off beside the stage. In one corner, Lot 17 was bound ready for transport; apparently her owner had returned to the party. In another corner stood Angie, Sonja and Alison Robertson; Alison was not only bound but blindfolded as well. Sonja, seeing them approach, put her finger to her lips. They were still going for the element of surprise. Angie too was less than her usual vociferous self, and was directing her assistants with dumb show rather than words.

“You knew this woman?” Persephone queried in a whisper.

“Yes, Mistress, in my previous life.” Julia kept her voice down so as not to be heard.

“And did you ever… sleep with her?” Persephone continued.

“No, Mistress! I wasn’t like that! We were just friends.” Julia was quite shocked at the thought.

“Well, you’re like that now, aren’t you, sweetness. I’m going to enjoy this. Now, let’s see what Angie has in store for you.”

They stopped talking and crossed the room over to where Angie was working away.

Angie looked up as they approached and looked Julia over critically before nodding.  “You do well, Peresphone.  I never need to do much to your exhibits.  Just a few touches I think.  Take off those shoes.”  Julia kicked off the plastic sandals.  “Good, now ...”  Angie hurried off to consult with one her her helpers but was soon back.  “I've limited equipment here but luckily Diana has a range of mobile display devices that will suit my purpose.”  Two of the helpers were returning one held something leather and the other was pushing something that Julia recognized.  It was a mobile version of the 'bar stool' or close enough.  A wheeled platform had a vertical pole fastened to it with a shiny, metal phallus mounted on top.  There was a short chrome bar attached just below the steel cock which Julia could tell would support the buttocks and a three foot spreader bar attached a few inches above the base complete with ankle cuffs.  Julia sighed as the maid began to spread lubricant onto the dildo.

The other maid lifted the leather item and Julia saw that it was a long leather glove much like the one that lot 26 had been wearing.  She obediently put her arms close together behind her back and Persephone smiled although didn't say anything..  The helper slipped on the glove and laced it up tight, forcing back Julia's shoulders and making her stand straighter.  Julia glanced over to Alison and saw that she was being strapped down to another device on wheels.

It wasn't long before Julia was being mounted on the trolley.  She was led up onto the platform and a couple of the maids lowered the pole before pulling at the latex around her bottom so that they could slowly insert the lubed dildo into her arsehole.  They guided her ankles into the cuffs on the spreader bar before adjusting the height of the vertical pole so that Julia was impaled and her buttocks rested on the shorter bar while her legs were not under too much stress.

“You look lovely sweetness.  I will go front of house and watch the performance.”  Persephone kissed Julia on the cheek before leading 'five' back into the main room.  Angie whispered something to one of the maids who hurried off and shortly four of the waitress staff were lead backstage.  Two were tall dark haired and leggy and two were petite with blonde bobs.  Angie gathered them round and spoke to them for a number of minutes.

“It's almost time girls.  Wait for me to do the introduction.  I hope you all know what to do now?”

“Yes, Mistress”  All the women backstage nodded.

“Good.  I will get out front.  It shouldn't be long now.  I think that this might be a masterpiece!”  Angie pushed beyond the curtain and everyone waited.  Julia turned to look at Alison but couldn't tell more than that she was strapped down horizontally to a moveable platform.  One of the maids was listen at the curtain and at her signal the two leggy barmaids undid some catches near the base of the platform releasing the trolley wheels and rolled Julia close to the curtains.  Julia could now hear Angie voice introducing the performance.

“... and now ladies let me introduce tonight's exhibits”  Angie paused and the dark-haired women wheeled Julia onto the stage so that she was facing away from the audience.  “This is 'four' kindly on loan from Mistress Persephone.” Julia was rotated around and she saw Persephone receive the polite applause of the woman in the room.  “A fine exhibit as I'm sure you will all agree.  Many of you will know that this particular exhibit has caused a bit of a stir at the gallery recently...” The barmaids continued to rotate Julia showing her off to the watching women.  “and I have the pleasure of announcing that those who have yet to see works created using this particular piece will have plenty of opportunities as Mistress Persephone and I have agreed terms for the display of this exhibit at various times over the next year.”  As the trolley was locked in place with Julia facing the crowd there was further applause at Angie's announcement.

From her raised position over the crowd Julia looked out over the sea of faces.  Being fully on display with her face uncovered for all to see sent shivers of excitement through her belly and loins and Angie's words about being on show for the next year were making her even wetter.

Angie was speaking again.  “Our second exhibit is one being displayed for the first time.  Thank you to Mistress Sonja for the lone of 'cerise sucrée'.”  The second trolley was rolled onto the stage by the blonde barmaids.  Alison was lying on a gurney.  Leather straps across her torso, arms and legs bound her to it.  She still wore the blindfold.  The trolley was stopped in front of Julia and the maids locked the wheels.  One girl began pumping a lever and the gurney began to raise.  Julia saw that it was supported by a single pillar in the middle and could be raised pneumatically.  Once the gurney had reached waist height Alison was spun round on the pillar so that her feet faced the audience and at the pull of a second lever the gurney was tipped forward to about 45 degrees so that the crowd could get a better view of the bound girl.

“Ladies.” Angie's voice rang out over the PA.  “Here is the first act of three.  Its title is 'Worship'.”  The maids tilted Alison back to the horizontal and then adjusted a rest behind her head so that it tilted back even further.  They released the brake and slowly rolled the trolley back guiding Alison's head between Julia's spread legs.  A few minor adjustments and Alison's face was pressed firmly into Julia's dripping pussy.  Something was placed on Julia's head and she realized that it was a head microphone.  The two blonde maids knelt one each side of the gurney and faced Julia and the dark-haired girls stood one each side of her, standing feet apart and hands behind their backs. They turned to face towards her.

Julia felt Alison's tongue probing into her and she felt it quickly and expertly explore her labia, clit and entrance.  Her piercings were gently pulled and then she gave a surprised squeak as her clit was sucked on.  The sound echoed round the room and she heard the audience sigh.  Then Alison's tongue started to get to work in earnest and Julia quickly learned that her friend had been taught a lot in six months.  The tongue flicked rapidly over her clit and a deep throbbing tension built in her lower body.  Her breathing grew ragged and every breath was amplified to all parts of the room.  It was the only sound  - the audience looked on with rapt attention.  She began to moan and strain at her bonds, her legs quivering and her bound arms taught.  The movement of her legs forced the metal dildo deeper inside her which just added to the deepening pleasure.

A scream ripped from her throat to be magnified a hundred times.  Sweat was running over her body making the transparent latex stick more firmly to her curves.  Panting hard she looked over the crowd and knew that the coming orgasm was for them.  Sex at its rawest and purest.  She was fucking them all and that thought along with the skillful licking of her friend sent her over the edge.  Wave after wave of fire washed over her.  She screamed an animal cry of pure lust and her body shook with only the pole in her arse holding her upright.  A wave of applause washed over her and that wave pushed her into orgasm a second time.  She came for her audience and she knew it and felt that they knew it as well.  She slumped forward and started to get herself under control.

Alison's tongue no longer licked her over sensitive nub but was now probing inside her.  It circled her entrance a few times before dipping deeper into her, licking at her inner walls.  The strokes were slow but still stimulating and Julia felt the warmth in her loins building again.  She barely heard as Angie returned to the microphone.

“That concludes part one.  The second act is entitled 'Favour'”

The blonde girls were again at work pulling levers on the gurney.  With a sharp tug the bottom half of the gurney split down the middle hinging out from the centre and parting Alison's legs wide.  Each leg had been separately strapped.  The legs of the gurney were tightened leaving Alison spread in a Y position, her shaved pussy displayed to the crowd.  This didn't seem to phase her as she kept her tongue slowly licking inside Julia.

But as the tension was again mounting within Julia the tongue was pulled away as the gurney was slid towards the front of the stage.  Julia saw a smile on Alison's face which was soaked with her juices.  The head microphone was pulled off the heavily breathing Julia and she also felt the maids do something near her hands.  The gurney was rotated on its pillar so that Alison's head was towards the crowd and then the blondes began tilt it so that her head went down and her spread legs rose.  The maids locked it off at about 45 degrees and them slowly rolled the trolley back towards Julia.  At the same time Julia felt a pull on her arms, pulling them upwards and forcing her to bend forwards her head moving into Alison's crotch.  From the slight swing of her arms from side to side Julia reckoned that her hands were attached to a cable running to the ceiling.  Alison was rolled closer and Julia's head was forced down until her face was planted into the moistness of Alison's pussy.

Julia began to lick.  Tentatively at first, letting her tongue play round the outside of Alison's labia.  She tasted sweet and was very wet.  Julia probed deeper dipping inside her friend and she held a little gasp.  From the loudness of the gasp Julia knew that the microphone had been put on Alison's head.  She got to work more confidently, licking Alison's lips and then playing her tongue over the engorged clit.  She circled it, tonguing faster.

“Ahh ... Qui.”

The amplified voice filled the room.  Julia sucked and took the firm little nub between her lips teasing it with the tip of her tongue.  Alison's gasps became louder and Julia set to work in earnest.  She licked back of forth rapidly and found that the thin gold chain that dangled from her mouth could be rubbed against Alison's most sensitive parts, producing new sensations.  As Julia felt Alison straining at the leather straps, pushing her groin into Julia's face, she began to understand one of the reasons why her tongue had been pierced.  As she licked the rough links over Alison's tender clit her friend cried out.

“Qui ... Qui ... C'est bien! ... Ahhhh.”

Julia rubbed harder and faster, licking and sucking on Alison's clit and plunging her full tongue deep inside her.  She could feel Alison's thigh muscles twitching and clenching, pressing against her checks.

“Qui ... Mon dieu! ... Qui ... Qui! ... Oh God, YES!”

Julia felt Alison go over the edge her pelvis thrusting and grinding into Julia's face.  Her body jerking against the leather straps.  The crowd went wild, clapping and wolf whistling.

As she felt Alison relax, Julia returned the favour of a gentle licking to bring her down.  She ran her tongue just inside Alison's entrance, sometimes probing deeper, rubbing her piercing against her walls.  Suddenly the tension on her arms was relaxed and she could lower them.  She straightened and saw the blondes roll the gurney away from her and tilt it back to the horizontal.  One of the maids removed the microphone from Alison's head, just a Angie started speaking again.

“Now for the third and final act – 'Benediction'!”

The artist's voice was almost a cry.  A blonde maid pulled the blindfold off Alison who looked around and then up at Julia.  A puzzled frown crossed her brow and then recognition showed on her face.  Julia saw her friend's mouth open in astonishment and start to say her name.  The watchful maid clamped a hand over it and spoke rapidly to Alison, who looked at the blonde and then nodded her head.  The maid removed her hand and Alison's eyes returned to Julia.

The maids were at work again.  Levers were pulled and Alison's legs were closed again, although not quite fully and then the gurney was tilted and fixed at an angle with her legs pointing down.  Julia felt her arms being pulled upwards again and she was bent forward, just as Alison's gurney was rolled towards her.  Alison herself still seemed in shock as her legs passed beneath Julia's and each side of the vertical pole.  Julia found herself pressed against her friend's torso, body to body and breasts to breasts, with only the thin layer of her catsuit between them.  She felt Alison's hot breath on her neck and turned her head to look deeply into her eyes.

“These two exhibits were once friends in their former lives.  This is their first meeting in over six months ...”

Julia hardly heard Angie's voice as she looked at her friend.  Slowly and carefully she bent and touched her lips to Alison's.  She tasted her own juices.  The kiss was light as first and then her friend responded and it became longer and deeper, filled with caring and a welcome.  The applause of the crowd rose around them.