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Daphne
(0) Introduction
Daphne is a college co-ed who is enticed to try bondage as a sort of professional sub for Leo. Leo has a business selling sex toys and accessories. He employs 'models' that he uses to demonstrate his wares, and upon whom his clients are encouraged to 'evaluate' the effectiveness of his products.
Initially she only accepts the job because Leo offers a substantial pay ($1000) for not much time (one weekend) 'working,' but soon discovers that she enjoys the 'evaluations' and the people she works with.
Her story takes a turn for the worse when another student blames Daphne for her relationship trouble.
LibreOffice statistics:
Pages: 78
Words: 39981
Story Codes (whole story)
MF/f f-self F+/f+
bestiality enema Young scatology snuff toys WaterSport
D/s BDSM slavery Extreme Heavy Serious
real slow consensual reluctant mc nc humiliation blackmail torture
Part 1: Daphne
* MF/f exhibition toys Serious BD D/s real slow consensual
Part 2: The Monkey
* MF/f f-self F+/f+
* bestiality enema exhibition Young scatology snuff toys WaterSport
* D/s BDSM slavery Extreme Serious
* real slow consensual reluctant mc nc humiliation blackmail torture
Part 3: Daphne's Spirit
* MF/f exhibition toys Serious BDSM D/s real slow consensual reluctant
* mc nc slavery humiliation WaterSport
Daphne's story ends here, roughly 25 years after it starts.
No more parts. No pre- or sequels. It's over.
(Leo and Terri may be back though)
(1) Recruited
There is a scene in the 1987 movie “Black Widow” where the protagonist (Debra Winger) is asked by her boss why she thinks the antagonist (Theresa Russell – WOW!) murders her husbands:
“Nobody knows why anybody does anything.”
Sometimes people can be persuaded or induced to do something they ordinarily wouldn't do because a mass of others are doing it too. Or the act appeals to their sense of what is right or necessary. Or someone suggested that they were incapable of doing it. Or they are offered a sufficient sum of money to do it. Or a combination of these or other motives.
But sometimes... sometimes... someone will do...
something completely uncharacteristic,
something totally outrageous,
simply because someone asks the right way at the right time.
= = = = = = = = =
It was Friday afternoon. Daphne had finished her last class of the week and had nothing to do for the weekend. She sat on the grass and was trying to figure how to avoid boredom when an attractive older (to her) man approached her and asked if she'd be interested in earning some money demonstrating products over the weekend.
Daphne looked interested, so the man explained that he organizes groups of people every so often, sort of like Tupperware Parties. Sales are much better when the products are properly demonstrated, so he needs a model for the weekend.
To demonstrate erotic items. To groups of strangers. While completely naked.
There was a story (perhaps legend is a better word) that had circulated around the campus for years about some guy who asked female students to come with him and get naked. This simple technique supposedly had a surprisingly high success rate, although nobody seemed to know anyone personally who had agreed.
Everyone dismissed it as nothing more than a crazy campus legend.
Daphne realized that either the stories were true, or this enterprising fellow was taking advantage of them. She froze momentarily, trying to work out the etiquette of how to nicely say: no way/no how/get lost. The man pressed on. “Look, I know how this sounds. But don't reject me until I've explained it all. Just give me a couple of minutes and I'll get out of your hair forever,” he said, motioning to a nearby cafe and offering to pay for the coffee.
“First, I should introduce myself, I'm Leo.”
“Hi. I'm Daphne” She sucked on her free triple mocha.
“Nice to meet you Daphne. Believe me, I know what you're thinking. You've got three basic objections. The big fat obvious one is simply being naked in front of strangers, yes?”
Daphne nodded.
“But you secretly fantasize about it.” Leo saw the tell-tale blush and the momentary look of shame - then confirmation - in Daphne's eyes.
They all fantasize about it, he thought.
“I can fulfill some of your deepest, most erotic dreams. It's terrifying, I know, but remember this: you will be absolutely safe. I'll just cut to the chase: I've been doing this for years and I know about all the campus rumors – not one has a verifiable name, and not one alleges that anything bad ever happened, correct?”
Daphne shook her head in agreement.
“That's because I can keep a secret and not one of my girls has ever been hurt. That's my job. Privacy and safety. You will be safe and nobody besides you, me and God will know you are my model unless you tell them. You will get to explore your fantasies, have a few orgasms, and make a few bucks. You can't lose!”
Daphne was wide-eyed, and breathing shallowly through her open mouth. Leo made stripping in public sound appealing... desirable...
“Another huge objection is you think that you have an ugly body.” Daphne's eyes betrayed her inner emotions again. Leo laughed. “I've got to tell you, if I live to be 100 I'll never understand why you young women always think that you weigh too much, or your thighs are too fat, or your butts and/or bellies are too big, or your breasts too small (or too big). I can't count how many women I've seen naked over the years. Every one of them thought they were hideously defective, and every one of them was absolutely gorgeous. OK, they weren't Beauty Queens, but who is? That's an unrealistic ideal in the first place. You girls are killing yourselves, for what? Do you girls actually think being an eating-disorder skeleton is attractive?? That's exactly what you're doing to yourselves! It's insane! Why do you think I'm here? Do you actually think I'm going out of my way to recruit ugly fat people? NO! I'm talking to you because you look like a reasonably attractive, normal healthy woman to me. You are unqualified to judge your own beauty simply because beauty is in the eye of the beholder – that's me, by the way.” Leo reached over and gently held her hand; she didn't resist. “Imagine this is your leg and I touch you like this...” With his other hand he traced a finger ever so lightly along the underside of her arm, from her wrist and meandering slowly up to her armpit. Daphne closed her eyes. “When my clients see my models responding like you just like you are, honestly, models that look like regular women – models that look like them – they start to empathize, they put themselves into your skin and experience and feel the same feelings and emotions … and they buy more stuff.” Leo stopped massaging the tender under-arm skin and Daphne lazily opened her eyes. “How did that feel?” he asked her.
Daphne gulped and nodded. “OK.” She'd imagined his hand somewhere else...
“The final objection is you are afraid of cheapening yourself, being a slut. People finding out. Getting a bad reputation and all that. I'll start with the second part first and just repeat what I said before: I've been doing this a long time and I've heard the rumors around the campus. But nobody knows who my models are or were but God, me, them, and whoever they've told. If you want everyone to know, then go ahead and tell them. Post it on the internet for all I care, and power to you! But if you really want your work with me to be a secret, here's a bit if advice: don't tell anyone. And I mean not anyone. The instant you tell someone it's not a secret anymore and you might as well consider it public fodder.”
“Cheapening yourself: This is business, pure and simple. We are not chums or buddies. I am not your boyfriend and we are not 'going out'. I am not propositioning you for sex. I am not a pimp, I am not hiring a prostitute, and you are not agreeing to have sex with anyone. We will have a strict employer/ employee relationship and you will merely be demonstrating how the products I'm selling are actually used. Nothing more. Nothing less. Nothing else.”
He reached into a pocket and laid three triangles of cloth, roughly 4” on a side, and some string on the table. “That is a bikini. Doesn't cover much, does it? – and we've both seen smaller ones, haven't we? It seems to me that you've already practically stripped yourself totally naked when you wear only these in public.” He removed two of the triangles and half of the string. “In many countries, France, for instance, they've figured this out and the tops are optional in public.” He removed the final triangle and the rest of the string. “In some countries, Spain, for instance, even the bottoms are optional in public places.”
He offered $15 per hour to be naked – to “simply not wear a bikini” – for each of the next fifty hours – with bonuses, up to $1000 dollars – from 6PM tonight (Friday evening) until 8PM Sunday evening. And two days of orgasms that would curl her toenails.
Daphne gulped.
Leo continued: “I'm not saying that this is easy work, emotionally. It's not, especially at the start. You hear actors all the time talk about revealing their inner selves on stage and this is a bit like that. You are not just physically naked in front of strangers, you're emotionally naked too, and that's really rough on someone who is already uncomfortable about her body. I am obviously not a girl and I'm not going to tell you that I understand, because I can't – not completely. But I can empathize a bit. Girls are taught from childhood to be modest and especially never to show off their bodies. The ones that bend the rules get bad reputations. And here I come along and ask you to do everything you've been told is wrong. I may not know, but I have seen over and over how hard this is. Some girls learn to relax and really get into it and some just can't. And that's OK. You'll never know unless you try. Why don't you come with me and see, just once, if you can do this? If you can, you can decide later if you ever want to do it again. If you can't, well, then you can't. If you won't, then I wasted our time and you got a free cup of coffee.”
Leo drove his freshly recruited model to his office in an industrial section of town. While en-route she called her roommate and told her that she was going out of town for a day or two and would be back no later than Sunday evening.
(2) Preparing
Leo entered the front door, followed by Daphne. The well-lit foyer was about 5 meters square and there were three metallic cases laying on the reception desk. In front of each was a jewelry chain with a rectangular metal pendant. Leo selected a case, walked across the reception area, and opened another door. He invited her into his office. He set the case on his desk. Holding the pendant to a rectangular depression on the case, it popped open. Leo dumped the case's contents on the desk. “Take your outer garments off and put them in here. Then put on these,” he said, pointing to the case's former contents.
Daphne took off her shoes, socks, shirt and pants. Wearing only her brassiere and panties and already feeling quite vulnerable, she looked at the pile and trembled in an mix of fear, excitement, dread, and anticipation. “You are wondering what those are for” Leon interjected when his model saw the wrist and ankle straps and other restraints. Wrong, thought Daphne, I know exactly what they are for – and I don't like it...
“I told you I know the scariest, most exciting fantasy that is buried deepest in your soul. I know that you fantasize about being naked in front of strangers – but I also know that in the fantasy you are trapped and can't escape! The thing about fantasies is that the only way to deal with one is to experience it – otherwise it will haunt you and be in your thoughts forever. Fantasies go away when you experience them because they're not a fantasies anymore. You know how the story ends. And you can't experience your fantasy unless you completely surrender yourself to it.”
Daphne was breathing in short breaths through her dry mouth as she slowly reached over and, shaking, put on her first wrist strap. This seemed scarier than her fantasy. Then the other. Then the ankle straps. Then the dog collar.
“This is the key that opens everything. The items you have on and the case that your clothes are in” Leo said. The key was one of the rectangular pendants attached to a cord. Leo tied one end to Daphne's collar and she felt the low-hanging pendant gently brushing her thighs.
A TV screen flashed on and Daphne saw a woman standing almost naked in the middle of a room.
“OK,” said Leo, “If you voluntarily agree to go through with this you have to do two things for the record. First, you have to state your name and say that you are voluntarily submitting to this. Then you have to finish stripping, give me the case with your clothes, and swallow the pendant.”
Leo continued: “I'm recording this for legal purposes just in case someone tries to sue me or my clients. Otherwise, nobody will ever see this. OK?”
Daphne: “Yes.”
“Great! OK... Hello, Miss. What's your name?”
“I'm Daphne Williams.”
Leo proceeded to ask a series of questions designed to get her to say, on video, that she had disrobed voluntarily, that she was merely going to model and demonstrate Leo's products, and that she was not agreeing to having sex for money.
Leo walked up and held up a leather hood. “I pay an extra $3 per hour – that's $150 - to models who don't wear this.” Already intensely ashamed, she took it and put it over her head. Leo zipped it closed and only a few tufts of Daphne's hair were exposed. Daphne could see – barely – through a pair of 1-cm holes, her nose poked out a triangular opening and a larger circular one exposed her mouth.
Leo reached into his jacket, produced an envelope, and gave it to Daphne. “Here's your money.” he said. “If you want to earn this money there is a special panel inside the case that you can open with your key. After you've counted it, if it is what we agreed, lock the money inside the case, finish stripping and put your underwear in the case, latch it, and finally swallow the key. Otherwise you can put your clothes back on and leave here as if nothing ever happened.”
Daphne opened the envelope and counted $750. “You said $1000!” she protested.
“No, I said $15 per hour for 50 hours – that's $750 - plus bonuses, up to $1000” explained Leo. “You just turned-down a $150 bonus when you put on the mask. I will offer other bonuses as we go on though”
Daphne resigned and decided to keep the money. She removed her socks, then stripped off her bra, and finally her panties. As she was about to latch the case Leo stopped her and pointed out her earrings and other jewelery; these went into the case as well and she latched it closed. Daphne was absolutely naked. She watched the bare faceless female on TV put something in its mouth, and felt the cord connecting the pendant to her collar pull taught over her lower lip. She played with the cord with her tongue.
Leo pulled a padlock from the heap and locked Daphne's wrists together behind her back. He clipped a leash to the collar and pulled her to one side of the office. He fastened the far end to a hook protruding from the wall just above her head, and left. A while later later she felt the string down her throat go slack. She pulled on the string with her tongue and the end came up – without the key! She realized that she was not going to be able to free herself for at least 2 days. She was really naked, vulnerable and helpless. She was scared. A familiar tingle stirred in her crotch and she realized how much she enjoyed this sort of danger.
(3) First Exposure
An hour later Leo returned, followed by more than a dozen people. Most walked past Daphne as if she wasn't even there, but a few walked up to her. They examined the naked body and crudely commented on 'tonight's vagina,' the size of 'its udders,' and how the amount of shiny lubricant already painting its inner thighs betrayed 'its readiness'. Daphne was acutely embarrassed and her examiners soon spotted a fresh wave of 'readiness' ooze out. “Don't worry guys “ one said, “Leo will find a way to plug that leak!” They left, laughing.
Momentarily Leo led his model out a side door and up to a elevated platform, upon which were many items. Prominently positioned was an inclined table. He leaned his model back against the table and secured its collar, then its wrists (about 5 feet apart and just above its head), and finally its ankles to its wrists. The faceless female model's entire private region was completely and immodestly exposed without any struggle. Leo produced a pair of butterfly clips and attached one to each of his model's outer labia. He then ran a cord from the clip over the model's thighs and to the table, where he secured the cords. The cord held the model's labia wide apart.
Leo finally presented a dildo. He slipped it easily in and out the wet hole. Leo invited the attendees to test it on/in the presented vulva.
The attendees introduced Daphne to acute sexual frustration. They managed to skillfully get her aroused to the brink of orgasm – and hold her right there... teetering on the precipice of ecstasy... only to stop abruptly. She begged and pleaded for a release that never came. And as the feeling started to fade, the next attendee would impale her, turn her back on, then stop, and she would beg anew. And so on. Worse, she found that the clips holding her exposed also kept her from moving her hips much at all, painfully muting her attempts to satisfy herself. Finally Leo slid another dildo into her; she felt it against her cervix. He detached the clips, pulled the rod almost all the way out, the started pulsing it in and out of her – only a fraction of an inch, but it was enough to keep Daphne's attention focused. Then he stopped - with the center of her attention still barely within her – the model strained mightily to raise its pelvis and swallow the dildo. The dildo became Daphne's whole world and nothing else mattered as she pumped it, fucking herself. Meanwhile, the audience watched in mild amusement as the faceless female desperately satisfied itself in public. And as they spoke with delight as the faceless female moaned... and shuddered. Daphne felt a rush and was consumed in ecstasy. In the distance she heard muffled cheers and applause...
(4) The Heckler
Sweat glistened on the naked female as Leo extracted the object of its ecstasy from his hired vagina. He commented on how the simple inclined table that his model had just demonstrated could be extremely humiliating and degrading for whoever was properly affixed to it, either by itself, or with other toys. He was about to re-affix the clamps to his model's labia and re-open its vagina when someone in the back started heckling.
“Nonsense! What a pile of hot stinking crap! That cunt doesn't look like it's the least bit humiliated or degraded!” An attractive and well-dressed woman towards the rear of the assembly stood. “In fact, I'll bet it enjoyed everything that's happened to it while it was 'properly affixed' to your supposedly humiliating table!”
“Madam, you don't think it's humiliating to literally beg a stranger to masturbate you to orgasm, and then fuck herself for your entertainment?”
“When I humiliate and degrade people in public, they are not happy afterward, like your hired vagina over there is.”
“Naturally there are myriad possibilities and one has to use one's imagination a bit...” Leo explained. “I can't demonstrate every possible use of an item like this.”
“We all paid good money to see this stuff in use and you are telling us now that you took our money under false pretense?” the woman countered.
Leo sensed that the crowd was turning against him. “Look, I've got a lot of stuff to show you folks and a limited amount of time to do it”
“I don't care. You made a claim and either you back it up or I'm going to expose these 'parties' as bogus. I want to see that cunt totally humiliated!”
Leo looked at the audience, then back to the woman – and smiled – he figured out the solution. Today's show would be better than ever. “OK. I'll demonstrate how humiliating and degrading this simple contraption can be... right now...”
“Damn straight!” the woman exclaimed.
“...on you.”
The woman gave Leo an eviler look than before. “No way. You're not strapping ME on that thing”
“What's the matter – too humiliating and degrading for you?”
“No. It's the principle – I'm not a sub.”
A voice in the crowd: “Hey lady – put up or shut up” Others chimed in.
Leo: “Tell you what – just strip down and I'll strap you on here for only one hour while I demo some of the other stuff, OK?
“One hour? You're on!”
Leo smiled a knowing smile and started unfastening his model
Leo led his unsteady model over to a wooden frame. It was rectangular, just neck-height; half-circles were cut into the crossbar on top and there were two shelves, one attached to each side, just below the hips. The model's neck and wrists just fit in the semicircles and the crowd's attention was divided between Leo sliding the other half of the crossbar in place and the defiant heckler, now sitting on the now infamous inclined table. As he was tightening the wing-nuts securing his model's neck and wrists in place Leo noticed the other woman was still clothed.
“Hey, stupid! What do you think you're doing?” Leo lifted his model's right leg up until its foot rested on the little shelf, secured it, then its knee in place.
“I'm waiting for you to try to humiliate me” she said haughtily, still wearing her intimates.
“I told you to strip. Only naked vaginas get on my stage and sample my wares, so strip yourself bare and be quick about it 'cuz we're almost done over here!” he said as he lashed his model's left foot and knee in place. The naked model's bright pink sex was more exposed than ever. Its inner labia lazily parted voluntarily. Momentarily, Leo wheeled a motor-driven dildo under the inviting vagina and adjusted the device until the model's vaginal lips were barely touching it. The crowd saw the faceless woman shudder slightly in rapt anticipation as it spread its vaginal lips and lovingly kissed its impending impaler. Rivulets of clear lubricant slowly oozed down the object of the vagina's passion.
Leo strapped the heckler to the inclined table in nearly the same posture as its earlier occupant, but with the heckler's ankles about a foot below where his model's had been. Heckler's knees and thighs were also secured, completely immobilizing her entire body below the navel. Turning a crank, Leo inclined the table until it was nearly vertical. He then wheeled an identical machine over to heckler's crotch, and secured it in position.
Heckler: “I go to nude beaches all the time. This is nothing.”
Leo turned both machines on simultaneously.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh” came from Leo's faceless model as the machine smoothly impaled it.
“YEOW!! HEY!! OUCH!! SONOFABITCH!!” The machine's first four strokes into heckler were dry, but fortunately it had ample thrust to force its way past every obstruction and in. And enough power to yank itself out and then ram back in again. A minute later the dildo appeared to be sliding in and out of its crimson-lipped, burning vagina much more smoothly.
“Jeezzus! Didn't you put any lube on that thing?
“What for? – I didn't lube the other one; what makes this vagina so damned special anyway?”
“The other one was already sopping wet.”
“Ummm... OK... and your point is?” Leo turned to address his audience.
Heckler just looked at the M.C. incredulously, and then felt a familiar tingle amid the burning between her legs. She heard at least the start of the following presentation; Leo's hooded model was already in a world of its own:
Leo held up a dildo. It was made of soft transparent plastic and appeared to have objects embedded within it, apparently interconnected with very fine wires. A cable dangled to the floor.
“This is the absolute latest in sex technology!” Leo started. “It was made especially for me according to my design. As you know computers have been getting smaller and smaller, more and more powerful, and cheaper and cheaper every year.
“The computers embedded within this dildo do not have a keyboards or a mice. They do not have screens or printers either. They are highly sophisticated digital signal processors – similar to what you would have in a cell-phone, or a medical monitor – each connected to arrays of sensors (pressure, sound, light, etc.). It can measure dozens of physiological parameters and determine the level of sexual arousal of its vagina. And – here's the great part - this device can increase or decrease the level of arousal in many ways, such as changing the speed of thrusts, or by activating electric pulses at varying rhythms and intensities delivered by these rows of metallic studs. All under real-time local and remote control via the World-Wide Web.”
“The models that our vaginas are demonstrating are the Cadillacs of their kind, fully loaded with all the options!”
Heckler could feel herself about to cum..
Faceless had been making unintelligible primitive noises for a while already.
Leo: “You can monitor and control these vaginas remotely from anywhere in the world too. We have a wi-fi setup... but we'd only planned on using one of these things tonight... ” and he fiddled with his phone... After a moment he said “OK...” and described how to see the access the vagina’s' pages.
The crowd pulled out their various hand-held digital access devices...
Heckler could feel herself, oh, so close...
Leo: “The web-pages you are looking at are being produced in real-time by the computers inside each dildo. On the bottom-left you can see the physiological parameters, heart rate, blood oxygen, breathing rate, muscular activity, and so on, and to the right are operational parameters. On the top-right you can see a graph – more on that in a moment, and, on the upper-left, live, full color video feed, a penis-eye-view, as it were, of the dildo's vagina.”
Heckler felt right on the verge of a mind-blowing cum..
“Now, if you look at the second feed – that's this vagina...” - Leo waved towards the heckler - “you can see that it is almost very happy. The line started black, and rose up to the between the two blue horizontal lines, and as it rose it changed color from black to red to yellow. Now note the scale on the left – from zero to 150. When a vagina reaches 100 it will start to orgasm and be very happy.“
Suddenly heckler's dildo slowed its stroking noticeably.
Leo: “Notice how when the vagina got to the upper blue line, which unfortunately for this one is set to 95%, the dildo responded by reducing stimulation, keeping its vagina safely below the preset maximum arousal level.”
The dildo slowed and finally came to a full stop. The heckler let out a long, sorrowful moan and tried pitifully to jerk and buck against its restraints, but, barely able to move, was unable provoke any more stimulation. The video feed displayed a big, bright pink, glistening cervix.
“O.K., everyone, let's see how the other one is doing... Note the two blue lines – one at 105 and the other at 120 – and the bright green line see-sawing back and forth between 105% orgasmic and 120% orgasmic.” The graph had peaked a minute earlier and although it was approaching a trough, muscles visibly rippled just under the skin of within immobile silky inner thighs. Leo reached over and gently squeezed one of the delirious faceless woman's nipples. Instantly the green line spiked and another primitive guttural sound emanated, coupled with some spasms.
Ten minutes later Leo turned the faceless model's machine to low, and then off, and let the model rest for a while. Daphne, only on the machine for about 30 minutes and dripping sweat, was exhausted.
Meanwhile, the other mechanical dildo continued to play heckler like a violin, usually keeping its vagina teetering on the brink of ecstasy for four or five minutes at a time before backing off, letting the climax fade frustratingly away before repeating the torturous process.
Leo tried to demonstrate a few of his other wares, but it was clear that the crowd was more interested in enjoying the heckler's ever and increasingly desperate pleas for release. But the day wasn't a loss since half the attendees each bought at least one of the devices.
For the next 45 minutes heckler was continuously ready to cum and the machine was operating very slowly in order to keep its drooling vagina within its previously programmed 'safe zone'. Heckler was crying, almost deliriously, continually begging God to let her cum. Leo responded by announcing to his prospective clients that since voluntarily striping herself naked, agreeing to being be vulnerably bound in her naked state, and then begging to cum in front of an audience of strangers was neither degrading nor humiliating to his heckler, she must have extremely low standards of behavior, which he announced that he intended to explore.
By this time Leo had released his model and led her to a corner of the stage where there was a large foam pad, some small hand-towels (big enough to dry, but too small for modesty), and a cooler stocked with different flavors of Gatorade.
Heckler heard the clothed diners, her friends, applauding Leo, and laughing at the naked woman's self-induced predicament. The veterans of Leo's presentations were especially curious to see what would happen next. Leo was never too extreme with his models and much was often left to the imagination – what might happen – but heckler had endured extreme sexual frustration and had been totally humiliated for longer than the agreed hour. Leo never broke his word with anyone. This was obviously a very special situation...
Heckler finally broke out of her vaginal haze and realized that Leo had won. She saw the good people laughing at the stupid naked woman who volunteered to be tied up and used for their entertainment. Worse, she could hear herself begging them to help her cum in public for them, offering to do anything, and suggesting crude acts she'd be willing to perform. She decided to eat her words and apologize: “Leo, I'm so sorry. You were right and I was wrong. I realize now how humiliating being bound to your table can be.”
It was at this time that Leo dropped the bomb; he thanked her for her apology, then almost absentmindedly told his heckler that he was ready to start whenever she was.
At this moment the machine sensed that its vagina, while still within its limits, was becoming less aroused and it started stroking its vagina again.
Heckler: “What are you talking about? I stripped naked! <gasp> I let you tie me to this table and you've used me for God-only-knows-how-long! I apologized to you!”
The vagina was not responding adequately, so the machine started stroking faster.
Leo: “No – you challenged me to tie you to this table and I'm sure that we all appreciate your entertaining us like this – I know I do – but we're still waiting for you to finish getting ready.”
Heckler, grunting: “What?”
Leo: “Well, I'm still waiting for you to finish stripping. I mean, since you haven't completely stripped, you're not really naked, so your hour of experiencing this table hasn't actually started yet, you know... strictly speaking.”
A few in the audience saw this coming, but most were surprised – particularly the heckler. She cried that she was naked and that Leo was trying to take advantage of her and her situation.
Leo pretended to be angry at her fresh accusation: “Are you publicly impugning my honesty and integrity … again???”
Heckler, realizing her helpless situation and not wanting to make things worse: “No, I'm terribly sorry and I humbly apologize for my thoughtless comment, but I am naked, just like you asked!”
Leo: “You cannot be naked if you are wearing something - anything. Are you claiming that you are wearing absolutely nothing?”
The machine started slowly stroking its vagina again. The vagina was almost very happy instantly.
Heckler: “Of course! Just look at me!”
Leo, turning towards the crowd: “OK. I'm going to ask for a volunteer from the audience...”
A dozen hands raised; Leo pointed to one and a casually-dressed man approached. He wore a curious smile.
Heckler: “O-o-o-oh, thank G-G-God. John! You've g-got to help me!”
Leo: “You know each other?”
John: “Yeah – she's my fiancé What do you want me to do?”
Leo: “I'm not so sure you're exactly the impartial judge I'm looking for right now...”
“No matter who I decide for, someone will be dissatisfied.” John, held up his right hand, as if taking an oath. ”I promise that nobody – and I mean nobody – in this room will question my impartiality when I've decided one way or the other – not even the loser.”
Heckler looked smug and Leo looked skeptical. The M.C. thought for a moment, and continued: “OK. Your … fiancé … has repeatedly insulted me …
John: Yeah, she does that...”
Heckler: “John!
Leo: “I claim that she has not followed the terms of our agreement, in particular, that she submit absolutely naked to this table. She claims that she has. I want you to examine her and determine who is telling the truth.“
John: “That's simple enough. Dear, if I decide in your favor, what sort of penalty should be imposed?”
Heckler: “He has to post in the Internet that he's a fraud with everyone here agreeing to be witnesses.”
John: “Honey, I don't think that I can compel anyone that is not a party to this to do anything, but the notice sounds doable and I suppose that voluntary testimony is possible. Sir?”
Leo: “OK, if she is correct, I will release her immediately, and post the notice. But for each item that this lying and slandering pile of... err ... she ... is wearing, she will owe me the accumulated hours, plus double as a penalty for its lies and slander. And if it gets up that high, for each week she owes, she will also grant a penalty wish – to do anything I want.”
Heckler, awaiting an orgasm that would not cum: “Yes!”
John: “Honey, are you absolutely sure you want to do this? I gotta tell you that I think this is a mistake. You should admit you were wrong and take the hour.”
Heckler: “Just tell them I'm naked and he's an ass and let's get out of here!”
John: “As you wish... “
Heckler: “...but first dial this machine up and set off my fireworks...”
John shrugged: “As you wish... “
John reached over and stroked his fiancé's silky-smooth inner-thigh and proceeded down the leg to the knee, to the calf, the ankle... Then released the clasp that held on a sandal.
Heckler gasped in horror: John! What are you doing?
John, ignoring the bound woman as he removed the garment: “I believe that this qualifies... One!”
The crowd erupted in applause. Leo: One plus the double (2) is 3. (looking at heckler) You owe me 3 hours now!
Heckler: John! I was just wearing that because the floor is cold and dirty!
John: That plausible. But you both selected me as the judge. I rule that this is an item that any reasonable person would agree is an item that a person wears. I found it strapped on in the usual fashion and rule that she was, in fact, wearing it. I further rule that she was therefore not completely naked because she failed to strip completely.”
Heckler, sobbing: “Noooo.”
John removed the other sandal: “Two!”
Leo: “She owes me three plus the double (6) – that's 9 hours!”
Heckler, straining at her bonds: “Pleeeeease!”
John: “Could we put a cork in this?”
Heckler: “John! Stop this right now!”
Leo: “Sure, help yourself. There's a wide selection [pointing] over there...”
Heckler: “John! Come back here and let me go!”
John returned to his fiancé and produced a hood with a built-in ball-gag.
Heckler: “John! What are you MMM!! mmm!!!!”
John: “That's better...”
Leo, addressing the audience: “You see folks, when they do not strip completely, at a deep level they know that they are not actually naked. They feel less vulnerable, like they have a tiny, little, microscopic iota of control. You have to be very careful about this and, in the case of cheaters, you have to firmly make sure that the penalty is worse than the crime.”
John removed a small ring from one of the woman's toes: “Three!”
Leo: “Wow – 27 hours already – and we're not even north of the ankles! Give me a minute, John...”
Leo walked over to Daphne, who by now was breathing normally and fully aware of – not to mention concerned by – what was going on just a few feet away, center stage. Crouched down. “You OK?”
She nodded.
Leo continued, “Good. Look, I won't need you to model any more this weekend. I'm pretty sure I've got a limitless one without a safe word for free. Don't worry, my word is my bond and a deal is a deal. The money in the case is yours. Every penny. But things have changed and you have three options. First, you can stay here and continue to model. I'll try not to let what happens to big-mouth over there spill over on to you, but some of it may and it will be much 'heavier' than usual – and I do mean very heavy... I'm not saying that you won't enjoy it, but I prefer to expose new models to the less vanilla stuff gradually and it may be quite shocking to a relative 'virgin' to this scene like you. And some stuff is probably coming out I don't usually show at all – it's so exotic and so extreme that I can't afford to pay anyone to demonstrate it! Or, you can take off with your money. If you decide to leave, that's OK, but if you leave you will have the to come back through the front door as my guest, as a member of the audience, and watch – and possibly participate in – the once-in-a-lifetime games that your replacement is going to play for our entertainment for the rest of the weekend.”
Leo looked over to John who was still finding contraband: “Or perhaps longer... “
Turning back to Daphne, he held out his hands: “Let's go. “
Daphne raised her hands. Leo lifted her up to her still unsteady feet and accompanied her to the side door. He opened the door and shoved her through: “Here's my advice to you. There's a shower in there. Take a long warm one and decide what you want to do. If you leave, Godspeed, and I'll call you later. If you come back in here dressed and fresh, you can be her guest. But if you come back naked...”
Leo reached between his model's legs and grabbed the still dangling inner labia: “If you come back with these hanging out we will find a place for you and a way for you to entertain my clients.”
Leo suddenly pushed her and she stumbled backward through the door and into his office. He closed it. He turned and walked back to the table: “John, what's up?”
John: “Around her right ankle, an ankle-bracelet, on her right hand I found 3 rings, on her head each ear two piercings with jewelry, I also removed a necklace, and on her left hand... <grunt> just a sec – having a hard time peeling the fingers open... <grunt> there it is... <grunt> my engagement ring. I lost track of the score...”
Heckler, sobbing: “Mmm!”
Leo: “OK. Let's figure out how long we get to play with this ...”
(5) Terri
Daphne was back in the room where she'd stripped off her clothes earlier. The case was still on the desk... but open! Not even two hours ago she'd locked it and swallowed the key! Fearing the worst, she opened it, and...
Her clothes – the envelope – everything was still there as if it hadn't been touched. She quickly checked the envelope. Slimmer! That creep! Stole my money! She ripped out the bills and got a surprise; there had been fifteen $50s . Now there were only ten. fresh. new. $100s... Leo had better than kept his word and Daphne was relieved and ashamed.
She noticed that one of the other doors was slightly ajar, revealing a bathroom, including a shower. She unbuckled the mask and stepped into the shower. As the warm, soothing water rinsed off her sweat she reflected on what she had just done and had just happened. A perfect stranger picked her up, took her to a building she'd never been to before and offered her money to strip. She soaped one breast and its erect nipple signaled its approval. He hadn't laid a hand on her but she accepted the money, willingly striped herself bare, then she'd paraded herself naked in front of a crowd of strangers and exposed herself in the most embarrassing and extreme way she could have imagined. Soaping the other breast, the erect nipple was happy too. Her voluntary extreme exposure and helplessness invited and got violation. If her friends ever found out, they'd think she was a slut. Her hands soaped her belly, then her abdomen. She could vividly recall the machine in her, playing her like a violin. Her soapy hands reached her crotch, and her clitoris produced a powerful jolt that dropped her to her knees. Leo had told the truth about everything.
After refreshing herself, she was nearly done dressing when there was a knock on the door. “Daphne?” came a voice from beyond. It was Leo. “OK for me to come in now?”
“Sure”
Leo entered. “OK – I've just got a minute. I just remembered that the public transit out here is total crap, especially after rush-hour and it's worse at night. I can take you back to the campus or anywhere else you want, but it'll have to be a bit later. You can camp out here in my office or, as I said earlier, you can to hang out in there as a guest. I've got a buffet. It's for the guests. If you want someone to come and take you home you can call a friend or two and I have passes for them (as guests – with buffet privileges) and you can go whenever you wish.”
Daphne was scared to go back in.
“C'mon!” Leo said with a confident smile and a warm tone of voice. He took her loosely by the wrist and led her to the third door. It was the way they'd come in originally, but instead of heading straight out, they turned down a corridor and through another door.
They entered the side of the exhibition room; finger-food overflowed a long table at the back. Dead-ahead a naked female, strapped to the inclined table, totally immobilized. Her head was completely encased in a black hood with her legs spread wide. Leo led Daphne to the food. There were already 'guests' at the buffet, rapidly switching their attention from the exhibition to the food and back. They looked at Daphne, and she froze. “Hi” one man said, glancing at her, then at the food, then at the show. “Hi” said Daphne. He looked at her again. “Excuse me” He brushed past her, rushing to his table. She picked up a set of tongs and, shaking, picked up a tortilla-roll and some fruit. A well-dressed woman walked up to her. “Oh, Dear, don't be so nervous!” the woman exclaimed. “This is your first time here, isn't it?” Daphne nodded. She grabbed Daphne by the elbow “Let me take you under my wing. Come on over to my table and we'll watch and gossip and get wet together!” she giggled. “Ummm” “Oh, I'm sorry – are you with someone?” Daphne looked at Leo, who smiled, waved a good-natured goodbye, and went back to work. “Ummm... I guess not... OK, I'll sit with you” “Great! I love company. I'm Terri” she said, grabbing a couple of sodas from the ice-chest. “I'm Daphne” and she followed Terri to the table.
They were so close that there was little that they could not see and Daphne felt a bit uncomfortable. She looked at her new friend; Terri wore a smile and happy eyes and was watching eagerly.
“Look!” Terri exclaimed, “I think I can see all the way to that vagina's cervix! This vagina is not going to be very happy for a long time, I'm afraid.”
“Why not?”
“Oh, that's right, you got here late. You missed it. This vagina shot off its mouth to the M.C., and apparently it's been a bad vagina for a long time. It lost a bet and now it's payback time.”
“Why are do you keep calling her a vagina? Isn't that demeaning?”
Terri laughed. “Wow, this really IS your first time here. Look. Most girls who come here and model Leo's wares cover their faces to protect their identities – so nobody knows that they have volunteered to be tied-up and used sexually in public – or what's worse, that they enjoy it. They haven't figured out that if you don't have a face you don't have an identity. If you don't have an identity, you're just meat. And nobody cares about meat's feelings... Look at that...” Daphne looked into the quivering open hole. “That's not a person” Terri continues, “THAT is just a vagina.” Daphne thought for an instant that perhaps she too could see the vagina's cervix.
“You should have seen the vagina that was here about an hour ago. Leo found a nice one and he made it so very happy.”
Daphne gulped. “Really?”
“I can tell when they're so happy that they're delirious. That one was speaking in tongues. I'm frankly surprised that it managed to walk off the stage!” Terri giggled. “Oh, I would have traded places with that one though, but I bought two of those machines, so I won't have to come here, strip myself naked in front of these losers and reduce myself to being a helpless vagina plaything...”
A man stroked the bright pink clitoris. Slowly his finger went up and down its length. And as the little nub grew the finger circled its head, and again... then withdrew.
Terri added: “...like that one...”
The little clit searched for its friendly finger, in vain.
Eventually, it gave up and started to sag, but then the joyous finger returned an started stroking it again! The happy clit stood erect as the finger gently stroked the glistening silky smooth skin. And the finger stopped again.
Variations of this repeated many times until finally when the finger stroked the tender skin: “Does this little clit want to cum?”
Terri added: “...begging for someone to let it cum so everyone can watch...”
(5) Debriefing
Leo called Daphne later that week and they arranged to meet at the same cafe. He paid for her triple mocha and they found a table outside.
“So,” he started, “How are you?”
“OK”
”I wanted to give you some time to think about Friday evening and to give me your impressions. For instance, did you enjoy yourself?”
“The first part or the second part?”
“Both, but you could start with the first part if you want”
“I was so scared. I wanted to crawl out of my skin. I've never been naked in front of anyone before and there were so many people. Looking at me.” Daphne sipped some more of her drink. “Looking into me. And then they came up and saw me naked up close and touched my privates and I couldn't move and they touched me more....” Another gulp. “And then the craziest thing happened – I wanted them to touch me more and give me pleasure. I wanted to be naked and for them to reach into my soul and rip it out and make me explode! I could feel them and they were so close and they made me want it more and more....” Another gulp. Daphne quivered. “I want to feel that again.”
“And, Oh, God, that machine... I want to feel that again too! I want it to frustrate me forever and for everyone to watch and laugh at me when I beg and plead to cum. I want to be humiliated and when I am as low as I can get, when I give up and just turning me on makes me cry in frustration, I want the machine to make be explode over and over... to tear me apart and take my breath away.”
Leo looked into Daphne's sparkling eyes. She really wanted more.
“And the second part as your guest. Wow. That was crazy, but there were times that I could tell that she was deliriously happy, like I was on that machine... I spent most of the evening thankful that I was a guest and the other part wishing I could trade places with your 'special guest'. But you were right. Some of what happened was way crazy and I'm glad I wasn't up there.” She rubbed one of her breasts, remembering the needles she saw lined-up like a picket fence around both of the vagina's' areolas...
Leo: “I'm prepping for another show this Friday. Wilder than the first part, much tamer than the second. Same terms as before. Except I'm going to prepare a special program for my machine... just for you. Are you interested?”
Daphne rubbed her legs together.
“I'm in.”
She couldn't explain it, but now being bound naked, exhibiting her sex, and cumming in the hands of absolute strangers who did things to her that she hadn't actually consented to – and was powerless to oppose – excited her.
Daphne stepped up on the stage. She walked over to the table and let Leo tie her down. She was on display, naked, for the full 50 hours. She ate, drank, slept, bathed, and relieved herself. Naked. In front of people. No privacy. And she orgasmed. Repeatedly. Everyone watched her beg for release, her raw emotions simmer, and boil, and volcanically erupt in an explosion of tremors, noise and fury. It was quite embarrassing at first, but every time she came – every time they made her cum – it was like a birthday party – everyone cheered as if the vagina had blown out all the candles and gotten its wish.
(6) BFF
On her fifth exhibition she bravely decided to forgo the mask – everyone would see her face. She would be a person and not just a vagina. As she was strapped in she saw her table-mate from the first show, Terri, sitting with friends. Terri had been at all of Daphne's shows, but this was the first time that Terri would know that the the vagina she'd been gleefully frustrating for weeks was her.
Leo started the show, same as before, with a hand-held dildo and folks came up to play with it in an actual vagina. The people would look at the woman and poke the dildo in her a few times and move on. Daphne was barely even warmed-up when Terri stepped up. Terry's eyes opened in recognition and a cheery smile crossed her face. She looked at the bound woman eye-to-eye: “I know you!” and then crouched down and looked at the spread vulva face-to-face “and I know you too!” It was as if she'd just been re-united with two long-lost, dear friends. She glanced at the rest of the line and said “See ya!” stepped down and handed the toy to the next in line. She hadn't even touched Daphne, who remained barely touched up to the very end end...
...when Terri showed up again, now the very last person in line. She'd been allowed back in line a second time because she hadn't actually wielded the dildo the first time. She stepped up wearing sad, pouty face. “I know a sad little clit” she said sadly, slowly sliding the phallus up and down over the exposed folds of skin “I've seen her very happy before, but she's oh, so very sad today.“ Rubbing the phallus side to side “Let's see we can make her happy again!” And slid it effortlessly into the hole.
Terri got to work and soon little clit and all her friends started to feel much happier. Daphne watched Terri at work, her tongue poking a bit out of the side of her mouth... Terri definitely knew how to improve little clit's mood.
Not to mention the rest of her body. For thirty minutes Leo's guests were treated to a tutorial on proper use of a dildo, conducted by Professor Terri. Although in attendance, Daphne missed most of the class, her brain being short-circuited most of the time. She would be given remedial instruction later...
As Daphne returned to consciousness and her breathing returned to normal, Terri addressed the audience: “And that, boys and girls, is how it's done.” She pointed/flicked the dripping dildo at the crowd menacingly “No slacking off next time!” and then tossed the tool to Leo.
Leo smiled and gave Terri a thumb's-up. Terri smiled and winked back. Whatever else might happen, at least Daphne started out with a bang, he thought...
Leo's Friday shows started at 6PM and wound down at 2AM (8 hours), started again at 10AM Saturday morning to 6PM, and 7PM until 3AM (16 hours), then Noon to 8PM (8 hours). The shows were organized in 4-hour segments, 3 ½ hours on and ½ hour break. The schedule was actually flexible (there were many unscheduled mini-breaks that occurred as Leo thought necessary), but this was the basic form.
Leo supplied a foam pad, 8' square and 4” thick, located at the back of the stage, for his models to rest and sleep on. Clients were not allowed on stage during breaks, so although the models were nude and on stage in full view for the entire 50 hours, the distance provided a sense of protection and they were able to rest.
After Daphne's first set, she hobbled over to the pad and (as usual) plopped her weary bones in a pile. Terri asked Leo for permission to get up on stage and he, of course, turned her down. She asked him to ask his model if it was OK. Leo didn't have any particular objections if the model didn't, so he asked her. Returning: “Don't put your hands anywhere you wouldn't on a public beach!”
“Thank You!”
Terri removed her shoes and sat down on the pad next to Daphne. “I am so glad to see you, kiddo!”
“I'm not just a vagina?”
“Are you kidding? I recognized both of you the second I saw you on stage! You'll never be just a vagina to me because I never forget a face!”
Daphne giggled.
“Look, we've only got about 20... 25 minutes, so let's make the most of it. Roll over onto your belly. I'll give you a massage and we can talk. You look like you need it.”
Terri straddled Daphne, sat on the plush upended rump, and put her weight into a back rub. “So, what's your favorite movie?”
The next set started. Daphne was on the table with her legs spread and a device with 6 clips mounted to a ring pulling her folds wide open. The clients were evaluating a vibrator with an attachment than looked like a finger for (according to the claims printed on the box) 'relieving female stress' in Daphne's clitoris. Of course, it had no such effect...
Leo walked over to Terri's table. “May I?” Terri looked up, smiled and pulled a chair out for him. “You're sitting this one out?” he asked.
“Depends on whether these doofuses can manage to get the job done right. We'll see.”
“Daphne seems refreshed. I guess I have you to thank for that.”
“You're welcome. I like her.” she looked Leo square in the eyes “Friends.”
“O....K.... If you don't mind – and I'm just curious, mind you – I saw the massage and you two chatting and having fun. It looked like girls' night. What were you talking about?”
“Movies”
“?????”
“She likes political dramas”
“?????”
Terri laughed. “You didn't think I was going to rub her nose in it and make her talk about how she's naked on-stage and getting masturbated on a live sex show did you? She's a really delightful person and she needs to get her mind off her work when she's on break. I imagine that's hard to do when you're naked and all alone in a room with a hundred male eyeballs leering at you for two whole days. You know, even at the beach they have to undress you with their eyes first. Oh... Oh, now look at that – looks like I won't be needed...”
Leo turned and saw Daphne, having lost her battle to moderate the vibrator-induced sensations, convulse in pleasure.
After a few minutes, “Excuse me...” Leo got up and confronted the fellow holding Daphne's magic wand. “How is that thing working out, OK?”
“Hell yeah! Look at her go!” Daphne seemed to be vibrating as fast as the vibrator.
“Wow, that's just great. And, you know, I'm sure she would be enjoying it even more if she were conscious. Look, why don't you step aside, let the girl take a few breaths and let someone else have fun warping her universe.”
“Awww! Man! Well.... OK...” walking off: “Man, I gotta get me one of those!”
<gasp!>
Turning to the folks waiting their turn: “Let's give the girl a moment to catch her breath.”
Bending over the model: “Daphne, if you're still with us blink an eye or twitch a finger or something”
“<gasp> Wow! <gasp>” She blinked both eyes and tried to get the world back into focus.
“I'm giving you a short rest right now. Wiggle your toes when you are ready to start, OK?”
“OK”
“Everyone, she's going to wiggle her toes when she's ready... Hey, where are you going?”
“She's wiggling her toes!”
Leo just looked at her. She smiled at him. Then she got stiff, gasped a deep breath and stopped looking at anything in particular. Leo shook his head and went back to Terri's table as his model synchronized with vibrator again.
He looked at Terri. “I've been thinking about this and I just can't have paying clients on stage touching my employees during their breaks whether they want it or not. First, I could get arrested for … I dunno .... something. It doesn't matter what, I just don't want to get arrested. For anything. And even if that wasn't an issue, I've already had to turn down three requests to give her 'massages' if you get my drift... If I let you up there again, and all hell will break loose. I can't have that. Sorry.”
He looked down at the table and put his hands in his pockets. Terri nodded sadly in agreement, and looked at her friend, who was presently somewhere between 7th heaven and the 8th. Leo reached over and put his hand in Terri's. When he withdrew it, he said “But...” There was a single dogeared $1 bill in Terri's hand. She looked at the bill, puzzled.
“You don't know what that is, do you?”
“Ummm... Almost a half-cup of coffee?”
“OK, you got me there, but really, that is a payment of valuable consideration in exchange for services rendered – a legal employment contract.” Leo started. “If you were my employee you would have a right to be on the stage, and if your function was to oversee Daphne's well-being nobody could complain about you giving her massages and pep-talks during her breaks...”
Terri lit up. “You devil! I accept!”
Leo got up and walked away. “Just keep your hands where we can see them...”
(8) Rescuing Abby
Daphne modeled with Leo for a couple of years and was one of a very few students at her school to be 100% free of student loans by the time she entered her senior year.
Most of the time she took the financial hit and wore the mask – but not to protect her identity. As she learned in her first exhibition, when you have no identity you are not a person. Not really, and the clients were less inhibited playing rough with an anonymous vagina than they were with an actual person who had a face looking back at them. A face that reminded them of someone they knew and cared for. And when they were less inhibited, they fed her growing appetite for more... of everything...
Saturdays were the worst; that's when the stocks and paddles were demonstrated. Later crops and whips, and later, the TENS units...
Sundays were heavier than Fridays but lighter than Saturdays; they were a chance to recover from the welts...
Leo and Terri worked together to make sure that Daphne was never so seriously wounded that it would show when she went back to class on Monday. As time wore on she experienced modeling sessions would have been well beyond her wildest imaginings if she hadn't witnessed the first night of Heckler's limitless, no safe-word 'exhibition.' Over time the 'product demonstrations' got progressively more exotic and extreme and Leo started paying sales commissions on top of higher rates.
Terri acted as best friend, confidant, and advocate. The advocacy became increasingly important as Daphne accepted ever more extreme 'product demonstrations.' Terri even took a couple of too-terrified-to-reveal-their-true-identity vaginas under her wing and eased their way. She gave them pseudo-names and they were stupefied when she recognized the masked vaginas and called them by name. Terri never forgot a face.
When Daphne wasn't working she was often at Terri's table. One night the show opened and a girl who was clearly new was bound to the inclined table. Daphne and Terri both saw how terrified she was. Daphne turned to Terri: “You won't be able to do anything for her... Repeat after me: Tamara” “Tamara?” “Good. Remember that. I'm going up there. Wait here until I give you a sign. Please.” Two minutes later Leo turned and was surprised to see a second masked vagina on stage walking towards the pad in the corner. After the initial dildo test, Leo brought out the automated dildo and started it up. The scared new girl seemed distracted.
“What's up?”
“It's me, Daphne”
“I figured. What's up?”
“This is a freebie. You know your main attraction is about to self-destruct. I'm up here to calm her down. I'll share the stage with her if need be 'till bed-time. Just make sure she can see me.”
Leo rotated the wooden frame slightly so the new girl could get a better view of her sister-in-exposure, strapped Daphne in it, and set her up with the 'almost cum' dildo. After a half-hour Leo let Daphne loose, then the other girl. Both were shaking uncontrollably, but for different reasons.
Daphne laid down, flat on her back, legs spread, waiting for the tingling in her crotch to subside. The terrified girl sat next to her.
Daphne: “Did Leo tell you about not telling anyone that you do this?”
Girl, in tears: “Yes”
Daphne: “That means we can't know each others real names. Got that? OK. Now give me a name – any name – that is not your real name.”
“Huh? Umm... Abigail?”
Daphne held up her hand. “Nice to meet you not Abby. I'm not Tammy” and they shook hands.
Daphne started to feel better and sat up, her legs still spread apart. Daphne could feel Abby staring in disbelief at her companion who so easily and immodestly exposed every inch of her femininity.
“Abby, Terri and I were out there and we saw that you are scared to death. I know exactly what you're going through and I came up here to help.”
Oh, I wish I came... You're a rat, Leo!
“Who's Terri?”
“I'll introduce you to her later, but for now it's just you and me. There's a wall at the edge of the stage and we're alone, in a room of our own... having a pajama party. Nobody else is here. Just us. Look at me... Just us.”
Abby blinked. She nodded slightly.
“That's better. So, Abby, what's your major?”
“H-H-How do you know I'm in school?”
Daphne punched Abby good-naturedly on the shoulder “There's, like, five of us working here and we're all in the university, silly! So what's your major?”
“English Lit.”
“Hey, that's great! You got a favorite book?” … “What's it called?” … “Who wrote it?” … “What's it about?” … “Why do you like that book?” Daphne kept Abby talking... about anything else...
During the second set Abby was never on stage alone and was never in a posture that was quite as exposed as 'Tammy.'
At the end of the set the models sat back down on the pad. Facing each other, cross-legged. Exposed yet comfortable. Daphne could see that Abby was going to be OK. She pointed to Terri, then pointed to her mouth and to Abby. Terri disappeared.
“Abby, that was the last set for tonight. And the last set for me this weekend – I'm not even supposed to be working tonight! In a minute Terri will be here with some food. I can hang for a while, an hour maybe. You've got to get some sleep – you know you're sleeping here, right?”
A little scared: “Yes.”
Daphne, reassuringly: “Don't worry about a thing. Leo's very protective and Terri is too. You're in great hands.”
“Am I interrupting?”
Abby jumped out of her skin.
“Terri! Speak of the Devil! Have a seat! I'd like you to meet my friend who claims that her name is neither Abigail nor Abby.”
“Nice to meet you Abby! Here...” Terri handed the plate of tortilla rolls to Abby and joined the girl's club while Daphne passed out bottles of Gatorade.
They chatted and gestured and laughed.
The time flew and Daphne had to go.
“Tammy? Thank you – Thank you for coming up here and keeping me company. I thought I was going to die tonight. Then a naked angel came and saved my life! And thank you too Terri.”
Daphne: “Kinda a fallen angel...”
Terri:“Good one... Abby, see that table over there...” (pointing) “ right there in the front row? I'm there every show and I'm the only person on the planet that's allowed up here with you girls. We girls know this is rough and I'm here to do what I can to help. If I'm not already here at break-time and you want me, gimme a sign and I will be.”
Daphne: “I've got one last thing more to say before I go. We volunteered for this, you and me. We're paid to get naked and let folks entertain themselves by masturbating our bodies and making us cum for them, live, up close, and personal. And, believe me, I know exactly how bad that sounds. But consider this: you probably know someone who joined the Army. He (or she) volunteered and gets paid peanuts to be told to go to dangerous places and maybe get shot dead or blown to bits.” She held out her hands, palms up, as if she was comparing weights. “Getting masturbated and having orgasms... or... Getting shot dead or blown to bits... Seriously, who has the worse job?” Daphne poked Abby in the side of her head with a finger: “Think about that!” Daphne grabbed both of Abby's shoulders and looked her in the eye “We can't get hurt doing this – not really. Leo and Terri won't let that happen. Don't worry about anything that happens here. It doesn't define you. You're going to be OK. It's just sex, and it can be fun if you can just relax and just kinda let it happen. It's gonna happen anyway – you can't stop it – so don't fight it. Relax and let it happen. Oh. One thing more. In all the time I've been here, more than two years, Leo has not once touched me unprofessionally. Not even once. Terri will give you a massage if you want one; Leo won't even come close to the mat. And every client that has tried anything with me has been thrown out. Literally thrown out – like airborne. So when he told you that sex is sex and business is business, and this is business, it's absolutely true... If Leo says something, bank on it. Now go to sleep and tomorrow, please, try to relax and have fun. You might surprise yourself.”
They hugged, and Daphne got up and left.
Terri: “I'll be right back – I've got to talk to... er ... Tammy for a sec...”
Daphne was in the shower. Terri leaned against the door jamb.
Terri: “I get it. I couldn't talk with her because I had no rapport with her and, worse, I was just another clothed person and she would have felt threatened if I approached her during her break. You had instant rapport by common experience, you made her feel like she wasn't alone and helped her forget where she was. Are you sure you're not a Psych Major?”
Daphne smiled. “Common sense. Cost me nothing except 90 frustrating minutes of not getting off.”
“It was only 30...”
“Jeezuss! It sure felt like forever. Damn, that machine is good! I gotta get me one of those...”
“You keep saying that. And I always wanted to ask you why you do this, and now I think I know. Thanks for opening up to her.”
Daphne cut the water and grabbed a towel. “I've had a couple of years to come to terms with my profession – with my temporary profession. I'm not ashamed of what I do, really, not a bit, but I'm also really glad that nearly nobody else knows about it. It's been a lot of fun, and it's been occasionally horrific. I'll be bailing out of here when I graduate in June and I won't be looking back.” Daphne looked at Terri from under the towel. “But I promise to keep in touch with my dear, dear friends.”
Daphne showed up Sunday afternoon, just before the 4:00 break and took her usual seat next to Terri. “How's she holding up?”
“O.K., I think. At least she's not a complete basket-case, thanks to you. Time for me to get up. You might want to find another table or Abby might put 2 and 2 together and figure out who 'Tamara' really is.”
“I don't care if the other girls know who I am; we have a MAD treaty in effect, but you tell a client and I'll wring your neck!”
Laughing, “I'll keep that in mind. See you in a few...”
Abby walked over to the mat and fell to her knees.
“How are you holding up?” Terri asked.
Abby fell forward on her stomach, her face impacting a pillow. “Are we done yet?”
Terri got set to start a massage. Abby looked like she needed one, but seemed OK otherwise. “Only four more hours”
Abby moaned in a combination of anguish and pleasure.
“Who's that at your table?”
“A friend. Daphne. A mutual friend, really.”
“Daphne? I don't know any Daphnes. Never have.... Oh – right there.... Mmmmm...”
Terri leaned forward and almost whispered in Abby's ear “I think it's really interesting that our friend Daphne's name is not Tamara. Don't you?”
Behind the mask Abby's eyes widened. “Tammy? Really? That's her? She's so pretty. Why's she here?”
“She came back just to make sure you're OK. Do you want me to tell her anything?”
“Yes. Tell her thanks. I'm a little sore, but I'm OK. I'm going to survive this. And tell her that I had a little fun too...” giggling “maybe a lot... Tell her that she was right about everything. The key to surviving this place is simply to not worry about things you can't control. Tell her I know why she looks so fantastic; it's all the exercise we get here! I must have sweated off five pounds since Friday. I'm tempted to come back just for the workout! But I'm going to have to think about that. And really, really, really, thanks.”
A week and a half later Daphne and Terri were seated outside their favorite cafe on a fine Spring afternoon, sipping triple mochas, when a stranger walked up and asked to join them.
She sat uneasily and pulled an envelope out of her purse, then nervously slid it over to Daphne.
“To Daphne” She opened the envelope. Within was a card expressing everlasting gratitude, signed, “I will never forget! Laura” “P.S.: My name is not Abigail.”
Daphne passed the card to Terri and stood, her arms beckoning Laura to rise. “Good God, Laura!” Daphne beamed a smile so warm that Laura melted. “I am so glad to finally meet you!” She pulled the girl close and hugged her hard. Laura let loose a river of tears and cried in Daphne's arms, relieved.
The girls chatted and laughed and gestured. And laughed.
They never saw Daphne again.
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