Greed!

Chapter 12

The Ceremony of the Moon

Casey:

As my stay approached one month I found myself becoming more and more accustomed to the harsh treatment that the staff was offering. Marie now had me crated nearly every night in the special box for Paul immediately after I had satisfied her. First I would be stationed between her legs. Then I'd be returned to my room where I'd be allowed a bathroom break before being inserted into the clear plastic cube. My jaw was propped open with a special harness. Then I was hooded with a sightless gold hood that laced in the back. My hair was formed into a ponytail and was forced through a hole in the top. A leather plug was inserted into my mouth. It was mounted to a muzzle made of red patent leather.

I still had to do the pony stuff too. Every morning I was expected to prepare myself in every way. I had to sit on that hateful machine that cleansed my insides every day. I had to insert the tip of my tongue into the bit and mount it to the head harness. I even had to put myself in the headstocks and allow Greg to put my arms into the binder.

I started seeing Hugo again too. He was now watching the new girl, Christina. I got a chance to talk to them at mealtimes. During our very first conversation I discovered that Chris, as she liked to be called, was a bit more out of shape than Hugo was comfortable with. That would not go well for her.

Hugo was charged with getting her into shape. Over the next few weeks she would be put through a tough regimen of pony training and pet treatment. Instead of having three nights of two a day marches, she marched every day and every night. And if she wasn't in harness, she was probably in her pet outfit, crawling to please Hugo or Marie.

I, on the other hand, was being groomed for my celebration of one month of service. It would be a hazing of sorts, Greg explained. There was little detail in their description of the event but I was certain to wear something very unusual. Well, I really didn't expect otherwise.

The event was to be held in the evening of the last Sunday of the month. I had done nothing all day but stay in my room. I didn't even have to do my daily march. In fact Greg didn't even have me service him. He just came in around nine and told me to stay put. He'd bring my meals. To top it off, he didn't even bind me so I couldn't leave the room. I found that unusual because they always applied a restraint when they wanted me to stay somewhere. Greg didn't even insist on a collar. Considering my past month's treatment, it was very unusual.

All day long I watched a flurry of activity outside. The entire center diamond of artificial turf was transformed into a huge party area. Two stages were erected, a tall circular one in the center and a lower one in the rear. Musical instruments were placed on the later, obviously for the band. The center stage simply held a single waist high steel pole. The purpose of that device was fairly obvious.

At 3:30 Greg came to my room and instructed me to get clean. I already knew what he meant by his simple order since I had been given this order several times before. I first stat on the toilet and allowed the automated process to perform its disgusting task. When I arose, I used a douche and popped into the shower.

When I emerged from the bathroom, Hugo had arrived. It was now 4 p.m. Greg was now standing near a cart that contained a lot of unusual gear on it. Obviously the outfit was intended to decorate my body. I simply stood in the middle of the room and waited for their orders. I suppose it was my conditioning that prevented me from being surprised by all these strange items. I suppose that was the purpose of maintaining the extreme level of training that I had endured.

Hugo was obviously the leader and would apply the gear. Greg simply assisted. My role was that of subject. I was less than a slave. I was a mannequin. I was the clay for the artist's hand.

The first task was to apply makeup. Everything about this session would be unusual. That included the makeup. It was all colored silver! Hugo started by forming my hair into a tight bun and temporarily holding it in place with a small clip. He asked for the silver goo. That's what he called it. First he added a full tube of hardener and shook the can for two or three minutes. Greg assisted. He started at the hairline and began applying a thick layer of the substance. It was a little warm but not too bad. I watched in the mirror as my entire face was plastered with the material.

"Don't be afraid of this stuff," Hugo offered. "It is similar to liquid latex but it maintains solubility. In other words, a hot shower will wash it off. Nonetheless, I don't want to get it into your eyes. I'll do your eyes with traditional eye color. Now, you'll notice in a minute or two that it will feel firm. This is normal. We're going for the robot look. It will take a full hour for the material to cure to the point where I can bring out the shine. Now stand still while I do your breasts."

After my breasts were coated, Hugo told me to open my mouth. "We'll need to let the latex cure while your mouth is spread wide. Otherwise it will tear when we gag you later," he offered. After explaining the reasoning, he inserted a large rubber pear gag into my mouth

In the end I looked something like the Tin Man from Wizard of Oz. The only difference was that I wore a silver latex suit instead of actual tin. It had a shiny look. Apparently the suit had been treated with several layers of silver colored lacquer.

My breasts poked through the twin openings and were surrounded by shiny silver rivets. Likewise my shoulders were encircled by rivets, as was the neckline. The suit ended at the waist where I could see flattened metal belt loops.

Additional silver paint was applied between my legs. Hugo used a rag to apply it. It was obviously much stiffer now. This allowed him to work the material up into the crack of my ass as well as my crotch. I can't even begin to describe what his massaging felt like. When I groaned with pleasure he tilted his head back to look at me and smiled. I think he was enjoying himself. I certainly was having a good time.

To insure that I did not mess up the work he had done a spreader bar was attached to my wrists. I was left on my knees in front of the TV. My arms were lifted to a point just above my head so I held them with elbows bent at right angles. A pair of thin chains attached my nose ring to the bar near my wrists and held my head up. I didn't like that bit at all.

Some time later I found myself being presented to a crowd of elegantly dressed people. They were all dressed in the most outrageous fashions imaginable. Not one woman wore a heel less than five inches. Each wore some sort of tight choker around their neck. The women all wore leather from the waist down, either pants or skirts, and a silk long sleeved blouse. The colors of the outfits varied. None wore pure white. Many wore bright colors. The outfits were color coordinated. If someone wore red leather pants, the blouse was a shade lighter or darker, but always the same tone. The men were all dressed in business suits, although their jackets were of various pastel colors as well.

I would learn later that this was all part of a color coded ranking system similar to the martial arts belt classifications. This system consisted of five tiers with black being the highest ranking and green being the lowest. Basically, every two years a person would progress through the ranks by demonstrating their willingness to partake in ever more stringent and severe displays of bondage and discipline. Each couple would have to demonstrate a mastery of the arts and their willingness to partake in a series of stringent bondage acts. The couples would have to change rolls and show an equal willingness to endure strict bondage and discipline. As the rank level rose, so too did the requirements to advance. Should a member refuse, the result would be a one year wait until another opportunity would arise. And since it took a full ten years of perfect service to attain the coveted black rank of bondage, every delay meant another year until that rank was achieved.

Thirty people gathered around the dais as Marie and Paul introduced their newly found slave, me. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce Casey, our guest of honor!"

I was greeted with a loud applause. Everyone's eyes were glued to my body as I stood on display for them at the edge of the platform. When the applause died down Marie signaled Hugo and Greg. They took me by the arms and led me to the post.

A large cart was wheeled next to the post. It contained all the gear which would be needed to mount me. This was an elaborate system of poles and braces and wires as well. First they bolted the twin dildos to a cross-shaped brace which ran up my back. My arms were connected to the ends of the posts with steel cuffs. A T-shaped brace was then attached to the bottom of the back brace and my legs were stretched until my ankles were secured in the waiting steel cuffs. A steel brank with a light fixture was inserted into my mouth and bolted to the back brace. Wires ran down my back and were concealed with carefully placed silver tape. They added a steel band around my waist and twin hoops around my breast. They had a fluted design that seated well but allowed for the rivets to protrude from the outfit.

When they have finished I was spread eagle with my head forced into an upward pose. Once they had me well secured to the post the entire assembly tilted my body forward until I was suspended at an angle severe enough that even with my head tilted backwards I was still facing down. That's when the post started to rise. I was never so frightened of falling!

.Suddenly I began to rotate. The light on my gag came on and I suddenly became a light fixture! People began looking at me and pointing. They began to play old disco tunes. I hated those songs when my parents played them. Now I had even more reason to hate them.

My torment didn't end there though. Now the vibrators came on between my legs and it made me bounce. The light coming from my lips began to bounce. Reflective panels lined the edge of the dance floor. Colored crystals bounced the light from my lips and reflected it about the stage. Everyone enjoyed the experience. Even I was mesmerized by the music, the dancing, and the lighting.

I stayed on my post for hours. As the sky lightened with the glow of the coming dawn the party broke up. Two assistants came and lowered me toward the ground where I was removed from the strange frame. "You did well," a voice came from behind me. It was Marie. I couldn't turn around because of my bondage. I couldn't smile because of my gag. But, I had done well. I felt like I had conquered the world!