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7.
Judith scarcely noticed herself being led out of the ballroom. It was only the brilliance of the overhead chandelier in the foyer that reawakened her to the fact that the moment of decision was truly upon her.
There was the door. No one was blocking it. Outside the obsequious Blackjack was no doubt waiting just as she had been told. Off to her left, the nude woman she had heard referred to merely as D held open the door to what appeared to be a powder room. She studied this D's face for some sign of warning or encouragement but the woman's expression was completely neutral.
The one that had taken her wrap had been called V. Judith realized suddenly that if she accepted this mad bargain and entered that powder room she herself would probably thereafter be referred to as J. No more Judith…just plain J.
She had no need to weigh what had been offered. She had imagined to perquisites of success often enough. She was only twenty six. The very real possibility of heading up her own firm before she was thirty was so unheard of as to be totally intoxicating.
And what really was being demanded after all? That she trot around in the nude fetching and carrying for these spoiled bitches. Remembering her time with Emily by the pool she knew that there would probably be sex involved. She would be prostituting herself. But then it had already happened more or less, hadn't it. She had already allowed herself to be used and humiliated. She might as well make them pay for it.
Law school had been three hard years of struggle for her tuition. Long nights of study and a daily grind of tough classes under merciless professors. Once the initial embarrassment passed, a single evening a month would be a walk in the park comparatively. Just a few more of the dues one paid along the way, she rationalized. It was the smart thing to do.
Almost decisively she turned her back on escape and entered the powder room. Standing before a mirror she saw the nude form of D come up behind her.
“What else is expected, D?” She asked the woman quietly. “Beyond the fetching and carrying and being groped, I mean.”
“Shhh. We are not allowed to talk amongst ourselves. All you need know is that during your time with the Mistresses you must obey. Undress.”
Judith's fingers went slowly down the buttons on her blouse. With it undone, she looked at herself in the glass and paused. Obey. Her mind rebelled at the ominous tone of the word.
“Tell this beautiful slave of theirs to get your coat.” Her inner voice screamed at her, “Get your coat and get your ass out of here!”
Instead her hands began to hurry. She almost tore her clothes off in a rush escape the voice… to reach the point of no return.
“Lift your hair.”
She did as instructed and watched as D's delicate hands encircled her throat with one of the sturdy silver chokers and fastened it. From it hung a ring and from the ring a silver tag engraved with the letter J. It was of jeweler's quality but it still looked exactly like what it was…A naked bitch's collar. Another tear ran down her cheek. A tear for the departure of Judith.
“Bend forward and spread your legs, J.”
Staring into her own wet eyes she mechanically she lowered her breasts onto the cool marble surface of the vanity and widened her stance. She felt something hard and smooth being rolled along the length of her pussy. She uttered a small gasp as it penetrated her. She spread her legs wider to accommodate the intrusion only to feel it being quickly withdrawn.
“Good. You are a bit moist. The plug will go in more easily.”
She caught a glimpse of shiny red rubber in D's hand. The object looked rather like a stubby red carrot attached to a drain stopper. Before the truth fully registered she felt a firm pressure against her anus.
“No.” It was uttered reflexively.
She heard the woman behind her mutter derisively.
“You lost the right to say no when you accepted your letter.” Then a more sympathetic tone crept into D's voice. “Squat and relax your ass… as if you are about to shit. It won't hurt as much.”
The pressure against her nether hole increased and she groaned as she felt it being stretched. She desperately bore down; trying to comply with the advice she had been given. At last the anal muscle gave way and her sphincter finally contracted again. The plug had lodged firmly in her ass leaving her feeling awkward and uncomfortably full. She felt lighter touches of something on the skin of her back and the cheeks of her ass.
“Turn around and hold your hair back again, J.”
She did as instructed wondering at how quickly she was responding the abbreviated form of address. D was holding a bright red lipstick and used it to make up her mouth. As she tasted the heavy coating on her lips she looked down to find D coloring her areola. The woman then began writing on her face.
“Hold still, J.”
More writing on her breasts and belly. She tried to decipher the words being applied to her body but the letters came to her backwards from the mirror and D gave her no time to linger.
“Come with me now.”
With an arm across her breasts and a hand covering her mound she followed D. Her eyes were drawn to the swaying ass in front of her. Protruding from it was a round red stopper. Only too aware of the fullness in her own ass she now knew the view she herself presented from the rear.
Back out in the intimidating brightness of the foyer she now saw a rectangular box on rollers. It was covered in black velvet and slightly larger than an old fashioned steamer trunk.
She knew immediately that it was for her and she almost let out a nervous giggle. Was she meant to pop out of this silly box like a nudie treat at some stag party, she wondered, smiling in spite of herself at the absurd image the idea conjured.
“Get down on your hands and knees, J.”
Slowly she lowered herself onto the cold tiles. It turned out that the black velvet was a fitted cover which D pulled away to reveal a steel cage. The lingering smile in her mind vanished and a sick, hollow feeling filled her belly. Nervously she watched D swing open the barred door at one of its ends.
“Crawl inside, J.”
Almost in a trance, she did as D bid her. Shivering as she heard the door fastened behind her. D then appeared at the end she was facing and swung open another door. She squatted before J and fastened a short leather leash to the ring of her choker.
“Open your mouth.”
When she did, D placed the leash in her teeth and told her to hold it there. D closed and fastened the door. She saw that the woman inside had begun to cry again. For the first time she felt a stab of pity. She knew nothing of this J other than that her background must be similar in many respects to her own. A year ago it had been her palms and knees on the metal floor of this same cage. Impulsively she reached through the barred door and stroked J's damp cheek.
“Just listen and obey, sweetie. I cannot tell you it will be easy but I came through it and so will you.” She whispered.
With that D stood and pulled the black cover down over the cage and left J in utter blackness.
The steel bars of the cage pressed in on her shoulders and those above forced her head down. With her long legs folded under her Judith had never felt so confined. It was almost claustrophobic.
She felt the cage begin to roll and then she heard muffled conversation and snatches of laughter. She realized that the cage had been rolled back into the ball room. It sounded as though the ladies were dining.
‘Ladies!' She thought wryly and then corrected herself, ‘The Mistresses. And I am now J. It is like a play and my role is to be J. It is just a game.'
It was hot under the black cover and she began to sweat. Disjointed thoughts wandered through her mind. So unreal. Them out there, dressed to the nines and chatting away over dinner and drinks. Just a game. A very weird game. I, naked and sweating in a draped cage awaiting God only knew what. It will be worth it in the end. One down after tonight and only twenty three to go. All a crazy, rich bitch game. The inner voice eventually quieted and the heat and blackness sank her into a trancelike state.
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