Matched Pair 21 – A good going-over

Two was standing with her legs uncomfortably wide apart and had cupped her breasts in her hands, holding them straight ahead of her. Her nipples had been tweaked erect. She was looking at the floor.

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c6552ac6446bcea8f2bdae10de169982_iThe girls were jolted from their sleep by the overhead light in the room flashing irregularly on and off and the Girl’s voice coming from an Amazon Echo speaker bracketed to the wall.

“Wakey, wakey… Wakey wakey,”

“Handwash each other quickly please, dry each other off and stand ready by your cot for inspection. No need for hair washes this morning.”

“You may pee and poo if you must”.

The girl repeated the instructions -and added: “Take care not to wash off your numbers.

“Two, take One’s cuffs off, please. You all have ten minutes”.

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A few moments later the Girl bustled in, slamming the door behind her, the four candidates had rushed into the bathroom and grabbed soap and flannels. Two and Three had already finished washing themselves down and were busy towelling themselves dry. “Gosh, he’ll notice y’know,” said the Girl – pointing to the tiny camera in the corner of the room: “I did say wash and dry each other – not yourselves”.  The girl, not naked this morning, but dressed only in denim dungarees, walked on into the bathroom where the other two were rubbing soapy hands all over each other. “Well, you’ve got the idea girls – but I do think you should try to get to know the others too. You seem to be doing an awful lot together”. They giggled.

“Hurry now – finish up and stand by your beds”. She gestured at Two as she re-entered the bedroom: “Not in your robe dear”.

“Quickly, quickly. Now – when he comes in he will inspect you – present yourselves proudly”.

There was a firm knock at the door. He entered. “Stand still” said the girl. The man kissed her and looked around. “You should all be tidier,” he said, “Two demerits each”. The girl produced the marker pen from the pocket in the apron of her dungarees.

He walked up to One, who was standing tall and straight, feet together, toes touching and hands by her sides. She was taller than the man and looked down into his eyes. They smiled at each other. He stepped back: “You don’t stand like that,”  he said, “not for inspection,” he indicated the girl opposite her; “look at Two”.

Two was standing with her legs uncomfortably wide apart and had cupped her breasts in her hands, holding them straight ahead of her. Her nipples had been tweaked erect. She was looking at the floor. One hurriedly copied.

“You don’t have breasts to speak of” he said, “just put your hands behind your back. And eye-contact is fine”.

He looked her up and down, He reached forward and probed between her legs. “She’s almost dry,” He told the girl. “Who got her ready this morning?”. He looked around the room. Five put her hand up, blushed and stuck it down again.

“You are all here to convince me you can be pleasing to me, and anyone like me.” He looked at each of them again “I’m not going to fuck any of you today, but you weren’t to know: How pleasing do you think you would be If your dominant wanted to use you – right now – and discovered he had to waste his or her time warming you up. You all want to be used and be useful don’t you?.” He raised his voice “Well, Don’t you?” They muttered and nodded assent. “Don’t you think you should start the day ready to be useful?”

“So, If you think you might be dry at any point today ask one of your colleagues to check and to make you wet. But only if you actually need it.

“And yes, I know about last night. He said. No more self-masturbation until you leave. Understood?”.

He turned back to One. “Turn round and touch your toes”. He held out his hand and the Girl produced a pack of wet-wipes from her dungaree pocket. He took one and ran it carefully up and down the crack between One’s buttocks. He lifted it out. unstained. He grunted. “Pull your cheeks apart”. He twisted the wet wipe around his index finger and gently pushed just the tip into One’s anus – and then, just as gently – eased it out. The cloth was no longer pristine.

“Not clean. Two demerits. And that would go for her partner too, had she had one. So a further two demerits for that”.

He put a hand on One’s back, holding her down whilst the girl added another six short black strokes to her buttock.

He looked up at the others: “It’s not just your pussy get’s used you know”.

The girls all looked at each other. No-one had, it seemed, taken the morning ablutions seriously enough.

He told One to stand up again and crossed the room to Two. “I see I don’t need to touch you, he said – she’d pushed out her pudendum and it was glistening. He raised her arms, sniffed her armpits and nodded, content. “Touch toes,” he said. A few seconds later he slapped her rump, told her to stand and moved on, satisfied.

Three passed muster too. Five was a different matter. All was well until she bent over. The cloth came up streaked with brown. He didn’t bother to inspect her hole.

“Eight demerits. Mark her.

“Girls, this is why you clean each other. When you’ve got a big arse like Five it can be tricky getting right into the crack – much easier if someone does it for you”.

Five knew that was it. She collapsed on her camp bed and sobbed. It must be over now.

He ignored her. He walked out.

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Matched Pair 20 – Insomnia

She wriggled an arm out of her sleeping bag, raised a finger to her lips and licked it before joining the other two in celebrating One’s frustration.

 

c6552ac6446bcea8f2bdae10de169982_i“Two, two..” The whisper came from the next bed “come and get these cuffs off me, please”.

Two thought about it. “No.

“C’mon Two, I can’t sleep like this”.

“No. I’m supposed to be responsible for your ‘good behavior and safety’. I don’t want any more demerits so I’m staying put”.

“Awww c’mon Two,” said One: “I really can’t sleep like this. How will they know?”.

There were giggles from the bed in the corner. “I can play with myself,” said Five, slowly, deliberately. Then she uttered a rather-too-obvious moan and giggled again.AaahA

“Shut up Five, I just meant I can’t sleep with my hands behind my back”.

“Course, you did,” said Three, beginning a series of little, suggestive moans and groans.

Two smiled: “Sorry One, I’m a good girl you see – I do as I’m told.

“It’s been a long day, I need to unwind”. She wriggled an arm out of her sleeping bag, raised a finger to her lips and licked it before joining the other two in celebrating One’s frustration.

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Matched Pair 19 – Bed time

c6552ac6446bcea8f2bdae10de169982_iThe door at the end of the room opened. The Girl held it open and the man entered, clapping slowly, loudly, ironically.

“Get her down from there”, he said “All of you, go stand with your noses to the wall, – he indicated the wall beside the door he had entered through. “Tallest on the right, shortest on the left”.

They did as bid. One, Two and Three waited for Five to hobble over and take her place at the left of the line. The man took hold of her and moved her into the space next to One “That’s where you would be if none of you were wearing shoes”.

“You go everywhere in this order unless I say otherwise”, he told them.

“Right, Girl, the marker”.

“One, five demerits for releasing the rope. Twenty demerits for pleasuring herself. Ten demerits for contributing to the overall chaos”.

One felt The Girl carefully mark seven groups of slashes on her buttock.

“Five. One merit for helping Two to come. Five merits for taking the rope off Two’s throat. Ten demerits for general sloppiness”.

The Girl marked Five. Two groups of five black strokes and six red slashes.

“Two. Ten demerits for taking part and not paying due care and attention. Ten demerits for opening your mouth when you came”.

“Three. The standard ten, and ten for not concentrating on what you were doing. Five for letting your balls drop”.

“All of you – a further ten demerits for dropping my whiskey”.

The Girl went along the line again marking their skin.

“Very good. Turn around”.

“It’s clean-up time”.

“Three, fill yourself please. One – go with my girl and get the cleaning materials. Five – my girl will show you the kitchen, you are washing up. Three and Two, help the others”.

It took about half an hour to set everything to rights.  The Girl, naked but for a tailored red apron, then busied them back down into the basement.

“Bedtime everyone”.

The Girl ushered them into the barred room with the camp beds. “There’s a big potty there if anyone needs it in the night. And if you need water it’s over there” – she indicated the  the left of the door where four water dispensers, the kind rabbits use, had been wired to the bars.

“One, I have to handcuff you – he thinks you’ll be fingering yourself again”. The girl turned One around and, taking a pair of heavy, antique handcuffs from the end of one of the beds she cuffed her, unscrewing the key so One was secure. The key was on a leather lanyard. She draped that over Two’s neck. “There”, said The Girl “You are responsible for her good behaviour – and safety”.

“Two, come here please and present yourself”. Two looked confused.

“That means stick your pussy out dear”. The Girl knelt, took some shears from the pocket of her apron and delicately snipped the stitches holding two’s labia together, pulling the threads gently out of her skin. She took a sachet from the apron pocket and tore it, taking out a sterile wipe to rub over Two’s sore parts.

The Girl made sure they all emptied their holes and cleaned their plugs and balls with sterile wipes, placing them, and their shoes in their little sacks. then she chivvied them into their sleeping bags. She went along the row and kissed them all goodnight. When she came to Three the kiss became a snog: “It’s not because you are special, it’s because you need to get used to girls”, she said, holding the woman’s chin firmly as Three drew back.

The Girl stepped back through the bars and locked the grill shut. She placed the key in a screwtop jar on the floor just inside reach on the far side of the gate, next to a small torch. “Just for emergencies dears – there will be hell to pay if you use it otherwise”.

The Girl blew them a kiss and retreated. She called “Night” at the top of the stairs before switching off the light and closing the basement door.

Their cell was utterly dark.

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Matched Pair 18 – Release

c6552ac6446bcea8f2bdae10de169982_iThe women looked at the man. and at Two, who was trying to speak. She spluttered, realising just how effective a gag she’d been given. She’d never not been able to speak through a gag before but realised the jeopardy of two crystal decanters full of precious brandy and whiskey made all the difference. If she failed to grip with her teeth everything could come crashing down. She suspected that would be worth way more than five demerits. Whatever a demerit was.

“Hush” The man looked down at Two. “Nothing you have to say is of any worth now. You are just a sewn-up cunt that must be made to come. I’m interested in how your friends do it. Not in what it does to you”.

“Keep the legs apart” he said taking the ropes the Girl had been pulling on and handing one to Five and the other to One.

The man took The Girl by the hand and they left the room.

One, Three and Five looked at each other and again at Two.

“Guess it’s down to you” One said to Three, “We’ve got ropes to tend”.

Two could see nothing but the chandelier suspended over her. She could feel nothing but the weight of the gag. She could hear Three protest, panic in her voice: “I’ve never touched a woman”. “You’ve touched yourself haven’t you?” one of the others said. “Okay – let’s just say I don’t want to touch another woman”. “That’s instant failure” said the other voice: “Do you really think he’ll want someone who can’t touch his girl. It’ll be the train home for you in the morning”.

Two just wanted them to get on with it. She wanted to come. Couldn’t they see her stretching and gripping the edge of the table? She knew she could come right now. She could feel it building inside her. It had been building since the first push, pop and pull of the needle through her flesh. She’d only been terrified for an instant before the needle touched her. Since then she’d just wanted to come. She was all mixed up as to why though. It wasn’t the pain – though that’d been good. It was more that she felt chosen and humiliated at the same time. Humiliated because she hadn’t been able to hold in her steel balls, chosen because she had been the first to get his personal attention.

Three was thinking. She was sure the man would be watching. She looked up at the CCTV cameras in the corners of the room.

‘In for a penny’ She thought: “Right – well, if I can’t do this I’d be pretty useless helping him with his girl” she said out loud. She used the thumb and forefinger of one hand to part the top of Two’s flaps and moistened a finger ready to apply to the clitty.

“He’s sewn over it” Two heard Three say.

“Try rubbing through her lips then” said another voice.

It was One that was doing all the talking. Five was just holding on to her rope and watching as Three placed he finger just below the top black knot in Two’s pussy, pushing Two’s labia left, over to where she thought the woman’s clitty might be.

Two wanted to push toward the probing finger but realised she would slide down the table if she did. She wanted Three to move her finger faster and straight up and down. She didn’t need warming up. But she couldn’t tell her. She tried pushing her pussy up and down but Two wasn’t taking any notice.

Then Three did speed up, Two didn’t care that she was quite dry under her sewn-together lips. She knew her cunt was full of juice but being full and sewn meant there was no way her juices could help her.  She was hot, her breath was short and gasping, she was stretching every muscle. She was right there: She was going to come. And then one of the man’s deft knots caught her right under the bottom of her clitoris as Three rubbed vigorously up and down. Instantly she wasn’t “there” anymore. It wasn’t agonising. Not really even painful. Just surprising enough to take her off the crest of a wave.

“Have you come?” Three spoke. “I don’t think she has”  One said. Two shook her head, shaking the decanters just before she realised that a nod instead would have brought this to an end for all of them. A lie would have made it all so easy.

Five had a thought “Try putting your fingers down behind her pussy-lips. You can get at her clitty direct that way”. Three shook her head, “I’m facing the wrong way”. “Get on the table” said One.

Three crawled under the leg rope Five was holding, stood and clambered up onto a chair and then the table. She knelt over Two and, supporting herself with her left arm, pushed an experimental finger down between the neat line of stitches. “She’s dry”. Three raised her finger to her mouth. “There’s lube on the tray” said Five. One reached over and took the tube. she flipped open the top and, with her other hand,  stretched the stitched tunnel over Two’s clitty and hole as far up as she could. As she  squeezed an unnecesarily large amount of gel onto her target she could see a steel ball peeking out of the woman’s vagina. She stretched a finger down and pushed it back in, releasing the labia and returning to gentle, rhythmic rubbing of the area around Two’s clitoris.

Five looked over at One. The tall, elegant girl had wrapped the end of the rope she was holding between her legs and was riding it. One closed her eyes, her lips parted. And reddened. “He didn’t say you”. “He didn’t say not”.

Three loved the feeling of Two’s constrained finger, which was moving faster and more firmly directly over her hood. She could feel herself stiffening, not just where Two was persistently rubbing but all over. She wanted to straighten her legs and her toes. She gripped the table even more firmly. Before she closed her eyes she saw Two lean forward over her to get a better angle on what she was doing. Then she felt Two’s weight and felt her begin to grind back and forth on Three’s chest.

Two was abandoning herself to the pure need that was mounting in her clitty and working to let it take over her mind when she  felt a new sensation. Opening her eyes again Two carefully tilted her head to the left. She could see that Five had carefully moved around the table, taking care to keep her rope taut, and had leaned over to take Three’s left nipple into her mouth. Five’s suckling was frustratingly gentle.

She felt her right leg suddenly come free and, involuntarily, snapped it back tight against her left, trapping Three’s finger which was now moving over her bare clit, fast and hard.

Looking right she could see One, flushed and blushing, dip to take her other nipple into her mouth. She nipped it with her teeth and sucked hard taking in the entire nipple and aureole. It burned. To her left, Five had stopped sucking and was licking all around the base of Two’s other teat.

Two felt the heat spread through all of her body. She knew a few more strokes would bring that sudden explosion she needed. She knew that feeling of unquenchable need would, in a few seconds, be overcome with pulsing pleasure and then the feeling of completeness and satisfaction that was the real reward of orgasm. She could no longer help anything she did: Two pushed her head back into the unyielding tabletop and opened her mouth and laughed.

Instantly the rope gag flew out of her mouth. The weight of the two decanters snapped the thick rope cylinder over her chin and down onto her windpipe. It knocked the breath out of Two and made it near impossible to take air in. She came harder.  A new, second peak. Her eyes bulged. “Help” she choked. Five hauled the rope up. Two leapt up off her chest, her cunt farting as she did and her steel balls plopping out, dropping onto Three’s tummy. The whiskey decanter swung wildly and smashed into the leg of a chair, leaving shards of glass and a peaty, smoky aroma rising from the oriental rug.

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Matched Pair: 17 – Reward?

c6552ac6446bcea8f2bdae10de169982_iThe Girl took an antiseptic wipe from a sachet and tenderly cleaned Two’s newly sewn up pussy, stroking away those few droplets of blood. One drop returned. She held the wipe firmly against it and then dabbed again, a few seconds later. The little bit of oozing stopped.

The man handed two latex gloves to each of the other three. “Put them on”.

“Turn her”, he ordered “so the cunt is facing my chair”. The Girl grabbed Two’s ankles and swung her through ninety degrees and then spread Two’s legs so the heels were as close to the table edges as Two could manage. “Rope” he said. The Girl headed for a large carved wooden chest at the end of the room opening the top and dragging out a weighty, well-studffed canvas sack. She undid the buckled leather tie at it’s neck and looked at the man. “Three four-metre lengths please. One eight millimetre diameter”.

The Girl rummaged and pulled out three short skeins of hemp, each with neatly sewn yellow whippings at each end. One length was substantially thicker than the other two. Each was in a Monkey Braid. He pulled the end out of the thicker length and it instantly fell loose.

He folded the rope in half and held it by its middle, marked, the girls noticed, by more yellow whipping. He made an “S” shape in the middle of the rope by folding  about 20 centimetres of the rope back on itself either side of the marked midpoint.  He  began wrapping one piece of the rope tightly around the loop that dropped from his hand. When the wrapped section was about 15 centimetres long , he passed the length he’d coiled round the loop through the hole left in the end and then pulled it tight. He was left with a thick rope coil from which a metre length protruded from each side.

He laid the coiled centre in an abandoned bowl and told Three to fetch water and fill the bowl.

He pulled a second coil loose and folded it in half. he lay the loop against Two’s ankle and then placed two finger’s of Three’s hand between the rope and the ankle. He wrapped the looped rope around the ankle and the fingers twice, neatly and snugly . He took what was left of the looped end and held it across the wraps – pushing it underneath them  and leaving the  looped end protruding from under . He tied the loop and the remaining doubled length in a simple knot against the loops. He nodded to Three who took her fingers away. The ankle cuff restricted nothing – but was secure. In seconds, Two’s other ankle was similarly prepared. He passed the remaining length of each rope, still doubled, once around each ankle and down through the bight that protruded from each knot. He left the ends dangling down each side of the table.

He marched to the dresser at the far end of the room, picked up a pair of decanters and returned to the coil that had been soaking whilst the ankle-trussing was done. Deftly he roped the neck of each glass vessel to each end of the rope with the moistened coil.

He turned to The Girl: “Take her ankle ropes around the table legs and pull them tightish. Don”t let her close her legs whatever you do”.

He pushed Two back onto the table, gently supporting her head as he lay her flat on the bare oak boards. He stroked the neatly sewn labia as he looked into her eyes. “This is my best whisky and brandy. You wouldn’t go spilling it now, would you?”. Wide-eyed, Two shook her head.

The man took the coil from its dish and laid it across Two’s lips. “Bite” he said. She did. “Bite hard. Don’t let go”: he took the first decanter and lowered it over the side of the table carefully letting it hang.

The weight was more than she expected. Her jaw was easily strong enough to clamp on and ensure she didn’t drop his precious amber fluid. But keeping her head straight, at least for more than a few seconds, was damn near impossible.  The weight of the gently swaying decanter pulled her head in its direction.

She gripped tightly with her teeth and tried to keep her head level, staring at the chandelier above and finding that the man’s hand was already by her ear, keeping her steady. “Three” He commanded “lower the brandy would you. Gently”. Three did as bid and Two found the increased weight easier to bear now it was pulling the coil gag straight down into her mouth and not just to one side. The cut glass bottles oscillated slightly and the coiled rope sawed gently on the edges of her mouth. She understood why he’d wetted the rope and knew that any movement she made would just make things worsT. “Grip the edge of the table” he suggested.

He pushed his chair back from the table. And rose. The Girl took position by his side, a hand on his shoulder.

He spoke: “Now girls, I’d like you to make her come”.

 

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Matched Pair: 16 – Blanket stitch

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c6552ac6446bcea8f2bdae10de169982_iThe man sent Two to stand at one of the room’s windows and told her to face out. From time to time she lent forward gently to support herself The cold of the pane hardened her nipples but she couldn’t stand it for long and found herself standing unsupported again. She heard the man speak and one of the other girls came and put her hands on her buttocks. “Stand like that” her companion said. And stay still. That is what he wants”.

Two sometimes caught distorted reflections of the other girls bustling past her to serve at table. Time passed. She was rocking gently now. She thought about what she had volunteered for and became instantly less drowsy. She heard the man’s booted feet on the parquet floor. He stopped behind her. “Not long now” he said. And to the others: “Clear away the table and make places for yourselves at the end near the door – and help yourselves from the sideboard. You may talk”. He walked out of the room. A moment or two later she heard his footsteps overhead,

Here returned a few moments later. He took Two’s hand: “Come with me my dear” He led her to his end of the table, where The Girl was sitting with a white leather bag on her lap. He moved his own chair away and lifted her, sitting her on the edge of the table. The room had fallen silent.

“Face the other way and carry on” He told the other candidates. “Can’t we look, please?” came a voice. “This isn’t for your titillation” He said. More quietly “who said that?”.

Five put her hand up. “5 demerits” he said, reaching into his pocket and sliding a black felt tip up the table. “Someone mark up her arse”. Three took the pen and Five unsteadily rose and presented a buttock for the marker.

The man smiled at Two and rose, taking her shoulders with one arm and pushing her prone on the tabletop with the other. For a second she could see The Girl fussing over the zip to the white leather bag.

“Put your feet on the edge of the table and move them as far apart as you can” he instructed “This won’t take long”.

The room was still pin-drop quiet.

He ran a finger between her labia, twisting it slightly to separate them. He came to her hole and pushed gently, adding a second finger and pushing the walls apart.

He raised the fingers to his nose. “You’re smelly. You want sex too much”.

Her stepped back. The Girl appeared. She ripped open a sterile wipe with

Plastic forceps are intended to be disposable.
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surgically-gloved hands and thoroughly rubbed Two’s lips and the areas around and between. Then the man was there too, smiling down at her holding two pairs of ring forceps and an ominous-looking packet containing a just visible, wickedly curved suture needle in his gloved hands.

“Sit on her tummy when you’ve finished” he said to The Girl. ”

“One, come and straddle her tits”.

“Three and Five, come and take a leg each”.

Two felt The Girl settle on her abdomen, she heard the squeal of chairs on the wooden floor and felt someone moving across the table top. Hurriedly One squirmed down across Two’s tits. The Girl took One in her arms. The full weight of the two women came down on Two, squeezing the breath from her body. She felt hands take hold of her legs and pull them wider apart. The ben-wa balls were shoved inside her once more, they felt cold and her pussy stung a little as they slipped in.

Something clamped the top of her left labia majora. The the same swift pressure on her right. Paper tore. She felt tugging as her labia were pulled outward swiftly followed by a sudden sharp popping sensation and then a searing pain, then the popping sensation again as the needle made its exit.

Two felt deeply calm as the man pulled the needle through. She didn’t have time to flinch as the second set of forceps pulled at her and the needle popped her right lip, pushed through and popped out again. The pain didn’t seem like pain anymore. She felt, for a moment, quite dreamy.

But then, as she felt the forceps being moved down for the second row of stitches she realised that she had forgotten to breath and now, with two women on her chest, it was barely possible. She started to struggle. “Calm” came his voice as she experienced the weird pop, push, pop and pull sensation for the third time. She was desperate for more breath and wriggled more.

He was by her head. “Calm” he said “and it’s over in a moment”. She stared back and screamed “I can’t breathe”. “You obviously can” he said. “Calm” he repeated: “I …am… watching you. You are breathing”.

Two screamed again and he slapped her, hard, across the cheek. The screaming stopped, replaced with quiet sobbing.

The pop, push, pop, pull routine began again. Eight times in all she felt herself punctured.

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Then the pressure came off Two’s chest as The Girl got to her knees and then stood above her, helping One to her feet. Two’s legs were released. The man helped her to raise her head and The Girl brought a hand mirror to the end of the table. Five faces were looking down at her. Only The Girl was smiling, Two smiled back. At her reflection. In the mirror was a perfect row of blanket stitch. Her lips were sealed. Craning her neck she could just see the thin black stitches, holding her together… And three tiny, crimson drops.

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Matched Pair: 15 – Service

c6552ac6446bcea8f2bdae10de169982_i“You will eat when we have eaten'” said the man. “For now, you are here to serve”.

“One, you will serve the antipasto. Two – you will be sommelier. Three, You will serve the entree. Five, You will serve pudding. Two will bring it to you”. The man motioned to The girl, who drew out the chair to his left and sat.

“One, the platter on the left please, Two, the white wine – and iced water please”.

The two girls moved to the sideboard. One moved confidently. Two less so. She’d clearly had no problem with heels before but now, she was ungainly. No swaying, one-foot-in-front-of-the-other sashay now. “Two, you can walk better: you showed us how at the station. Come back and do it again,” ordered the man. Two turned, walked back to her chair with a more confident, open stride and turned again, As she did one of her balls emerged from her with a soft plop. She stopped and reached down. “Do not adjust your dress.” He sounded stern.

Two walked back to the sideboard conscious of the sticky metal sphere swaying lazily between her legs. She reached for the uncorked bottle in the ornate, antique wine cooler, turned on her heel again – as alluringly as she could manage, and walked to the end of the table, passing behind The girl and her master and standing slightly behind and to the side of his right shoulder. “May I pour sir?”.

He nodded.

She bent slightly to reach the smaller glass and felt things become even less certain down below. He passed the glass to the Girl, who swirled it, sniffed deeply, tasted, nodded and replaced the glass in front of her man.

Two reached further forward to fill the larger glass. He motioned her hand away. “That’s for the red wine'” he said, “water please”.

She made the long walk to the other end of the room, concentrating hard. She was very wet now. So wet she could imagine her juices soaking and then sliding down the silk cord connecting the two stainless steel balls, coating the one that had escaped and which was swinging gently at the top of her legs. She pictured the oily wetness slowly covering the ball and coalescing at its base, dripping gently on the polished parquet floor.

She placed the bottle of Evian on a salver, together with two crystal tumblers put a napkin over her arm and began the walk back. She felt no more secure.

She reached the man’s side just as One had finished delivering a plate of mixed antipasti and as The girl was raising a rolled circle of salami to his lips. He looked at her tray: “ice?”

She made the precarious journey again, much more confident that she was holding her own. She returned with iced tumblers and poured the water. `’in future,” he said “one glass will do”.

The girl fed the man and then fed herself. When only a few olives and artichokes remained he waved away the plate. One stepped forward and took it and The girl looked at Three and pointed to the plate near the middle of the sideboard, sitting on a warmer and covered by a silver dome.

Three grabbed the plate and immediately let go. It clattered back down onto the warmer: It was burning hot. she looked for something to hold it with – there was nothing.

Taken from inside Abalonetti Seafood Trattoria...
(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Two, you have Three’s napkin” said The girl. Two bustled down the table holding out the napkin. She’d lost composure and, with a clatter, she lost her remaining ball. She made to pick it up. “Not now,” the man said. Flustered she gave the napkin to Three who picked up the plate and delivered it to the table, uncovering it with a flourish. It was a steak, oozing juices, with a mass of mushrooms, all sorts, by its side.

The man cut into the steak and delivered a superbly pink portion to his girl’s mouth. He looked at Three standing forlornly where she had dropped her ball. “Another five demerits”. He took the permanent marker from The girl’s tray, rose and moved to Two’s side. He made another  a group of five lines on her buttock.

He tipped Two’s chin up with a finger. “I can solve this problem for you”.

“You’ll still get your demerits.” She had no idea whether this was good or bad – but she was very aware of the five black lines on her behind.

“If you put your ben-wa back in again, do you think you can keep them in?”

She thought. Then shook her head.

“Do you want to keep them in for me?”. She nodded.

“I can sew you up for the evening,” He said. “Will you let me?”

There was a new silence in the room. All the others looked at Two. Five thought she’d misheard. Three scowled – an opportunity to impress and it wasn’t being offered to her. One wanted to object on Two’s behalf – surely this was abuse. But Two was smiling. She almost looked nonchalant. Two nodded.

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