The Cleaner Pt. 02

As Olga obeyed, she realized during her preparations that the thin, clingy sundress might possibly give a tantalizing hint of her nipples. And, depending on how she stood, people might even see a suggestion of her pussy cleft, if the material smoothed itself against her mound. And she and Miss Rita would be in public! The very idea was a little scary - arousingly so! If she wasn't careful, secretions from her dampening pussy might plaster the front of the sundress against her crotch all evening!

When they got to the gallery, they entered by the unobtrusive door at the rear of the building. They were greeted by Mr. Laurent, who was all smiles, and shook their hands warmly. After greeting them, his eyes glanced over their shoulders, obviously looking for the model that they were bringing. His expression betrayed a slight confusion.

Rita immediately understood, and, grinning, she reassured him. "She's right here," she said, placing her hands on Olga's shoulders. Olga herself was still mystified about what Miss Rita was saying, but she knew better than to question her Dominant. Especially in public. She merely smiled.

Mr. Laurent was quick on the uptake and beamed a smile at them both. "But this is marvelous!" he exclaimed. "Please. Please come and see these lovely works of art." He ushered them into the main showroom and the paintings were as magnificent as he'd led Rita to believe. She and Olga gazed raptly at one after another, drinking in their beauty. They were so enraptured that they didn't hear the quiet approach of Mr. Saito. As Mr. Laurent made introductions, Mr. Saito merely bowed quietly.

Then the placid Japanese man spoke, "Model is?"

In silent reply, Rita used both hands palm up pointing at Olga.

Mr. Saito focused his attention on Olga. In a quiet, serene tone of voice, he said, "Clothes off, please."

Momentarily, Olga looked bewildered. Then realization set in. Her eyes looked like those of a deer staring into headlights, and she gulped convulsively. She was going to have to get undressed in front of Mr. Laurent. And this foreign gentleman. How could such thoughts be at the same time so terrifying and so tantalizing? The muscles inside her pussy contracted so hard that she almost flinched. And her nipples were pressing forward, poking the soft fabric over her chest into tantalizing little mounds. But she knew that her Mistress was expecting her to obey without comment or complaint. As she began slipping her dress off, it still hadn't dawned on her that soon an entire gallery full of people would be seeing her naked.

As Olga removed her dress and shoes, Miss Rita took them from her, murmuring, "Good girl."

Olga wanted to cover herself with her hands, but the skin around Mr. Saito's eyes crinkled with delight as he looked at her. He whispered, "Raise arms, please." She couldn't meet anyone's eyes as she complied, but she heard his accented voice again, saying, "Good. Arms behind. Grasp elbows, please." Grateful for her flexibility, Olga reached behind herself with both arms and easily grabbed hold of her opposite elbows as her forearms came side by side. He moved behind her, observing, before murmuring, "Yes." Moving her forearms back to her side, he stepped in front of her saying, "Give leg, please." When Olga lifted her left leg into his hands, he slowly raised it, watching for any apprehension or strain to appear. Lowering her leg, he walked around her several times, evaluating. He made his decision. "Good. This pose," he stated, obviously pointing at one of the art images.

"Oh! That's a lovely one," Miss Rita said with a breathy, almost ethereal voice.

Other models began arriving, along with their companions. Mr. Laurent and Mr. Saito turned their attention to those new arrivals. Olga faced Miss Rita and whispered, "May I put my dress back on now, Miss?"

Rita chuckled as she led Olga to the artwork that Mr. Saito had indicated. "Why bother, girl? We're going to be here for the duration of the auction and after-party. And you're going to be in shibari during the auction itself, in this pose. The room is nice and warm, and everyone will be seeing your naked body for hours anyway, I'm guessing."

Olga felt her heart leap when she heard the word 'everyone' on Miss Rita's lips. "Oh my god," she thought. "I'd forgotten that this is an actual event! I wonder how many people will really be here for it?" And then she took a good look at the pose, and shivered. It was one of shibari suspension, and it was indeed a work of art. Could she hope to look that good in reality?

By the time she finished studying every aspect of the image thoroughly, she noticed that the noise level in the gallery had increased. Turning around, she was shocked to find the room filled with people dressed in elegant clothes. The event had begun. It's true that there were now seven other naked women in the room, near the art, but still... being nude in a room filled with fully dressed people really emphasized Olga's feeling of vulnerability. She would have crouched down and wrapped her arms around her legs to hide her body, but she knew that Miss Rita would be disappointed, even angered, if she did. So she stood up as straight as possible, with her hands at her sides, and tried to control her nervous trembling.

Mr. Laurent soon tapped a glass with something metallic and announced that they were ready to begin. He introduced Mr. Saito, who was greeted with polite applause, and then he stated that first the volunteers would be bound in the various poses, and then the auction of the artworks would commence. The crowd murmured quietly as Mr. Saito picked up some rope, and deftly began binding the first model. His skill was immediately evident. He made the application of the ropes appear effortless, never faltering in his movements. In no time at all, the first woman found herself confined in a pose identical to the image behind her.

A ripple of applause ran through the room as Mr. Saito stepped away from the first model and approached the second. Meanwhile, Olga was frantically trying not to make eye contact with anyone in the room. Somehow, she thought that doing that would have made her even more mortified and nervous. Instead, she decided to watch what Mr. Saito was doing. She could see that the first model was being displayed beautifully, and the second model seemed to be putty in his hands. She became mesmerized, and was shocked when the room again rang to applause, and now Mr. Saito was gliding toward her.

His hands felt warm against her flesh as he moved her wrists to the small of her back. Without being told to do so, Olga instinctively grabbed hold of her opposite elbows as her forearms came side by side. He bound her forearms together, and used that as the foundation for the creation of a chest harness that webbed her upper torso. Someone had lowered a steel ring above them, and Mr. Saito secured the harness to that ring. With Olga still standing, he bound a doubled rope around her left ankle, lifted her leg, and tied the rope to the overhead ring. With a slight hand gesture, he indicated how high he wanted the ring to be raised, and fastened. Olga felt as if she was floating as her body left the floor. Mr. Saito attached another rope to her right ankle, as it dangled.

The chest harness was supporting her weight, so the ropes at her ankles could easily position her legs where he wanted them. This was in an aerial split, with her right leg lowered and her left leg raised. The result held her legs in almost a straight line, slanting up at a 45 degree angle. Thinner cords held her feet in a pose mimicking the 'en pointe' position of a dancer. The overall effect was that of a ballet dancer leaping into the air, although her arms were bound behind her back. The chest harness separated and elevated Olga's breasts, as it slightly arched her back. The ropes framed and accentuated those lovely orbs, drawing people's eyes to them. By now, the embrace of the ropes excited her, as was evident by the stiffening of her nipples, and the slow engorgement of her pussy lips.

Rita, watching, thought that she'd never seen Olga looking more magnificent! Her submissive's skin was flushed with a suffusion of warm blood, giving it a healthy glow. The glow was enhanced by a delicate sheen of sweat, transforming her skin into something that appeared surreal in the gallery lighting. Her areolae were visibly pebbled as her arousal sought to thrust her nipples forward as far as possible, as if they were seeking a lover's touch. Smiling, Mr. Saito gave Olga's leg the most delicate of pushes, causing her to begin a serene rotation.

Olga must've realized that when her legs faced the main portion of the room, her entire sexual area was on full display. Helpless to do anything about that, she had to yield and let a feeling of submission arise within her. This calmed her mind, but it aroused her immensely. Her vaginal muscles rippled, and her natural lubricants appeared at her slit. As her labia puffed even more, they gently splayed open, offering glimpses of her intimate tunnel, it's opening seeming to pulsate as juices trickled from it onto her right thigh. As she felt the contact of those warm fluids on her leg, the resultant embarrassment acted as a sort of feedback loop, exciting her even more, and increasing her lubrication!

The audience was so spellbound that there was not a sound in the room at that moment, except for a series of gasps as people finally remembered to breathe. Hearing those gasps, other people started to hyperventilate. Someone swallowed so convulsively that he coughed. That finally broke the spell, and the applause that followed was deafening.

Completely composed, Mr. Saito had continued down the line, working his shibari magic on the final five women. Rita was certainly not an unbiased observer, but it seemed to her that the applause that followed each subsequent completion was not as effusive as it had been for her Olga. She was smiling so proudly about her girl that her face muscles began to ache. She wondered if Olga's muscles were aching at all, but she could see no sign of that. If anything, the expression on Olga's face was one of bliss. Her leg was gleaming with pussy juice, and there were small puddles under several of the other women as well.

When Mr. Saito was done, Mr. Laurent began the auction. All of the pieces, glorious in their own right, but made dazzling by the presence of the live models, went for exorbitant amounts. No doubt these wealthy patrons would view their purchase adorning the wall of their home and have vivid memories of this night, and all the beauty that accompanied it.

It must be noted that when Mr. Laurent auctioned off the piece represented by Olga's pose, the bids went up so quickly that he had a difficult time keeping track of whose bid was currently highest. There were beads of sweat forming on his forehead, generated by his excitement at the dizzying figures that were being bid. Finally, his gavel banged down as he called out, "Sold to Ms. Silvia Ottinger!" The statuesque, dark haired woman beamed with joy at her win, as a lively looking auburn-haired woman wrapped an arm around her shoulders, hugging her. Rita wasn't bidding, so she paid little attention to the auction after that. Instead, her attention was on Silvia Ottinger and her companion, because Rita knew something about the auction that Olga did not... yet. Rita's heart was thumping hard in her chest, nervously awaiting the results of the final purchases.

Mr. Laurent banged his gavel for the eighth and final artwork, and it was official. Olga's painting had fetched the highest donation for the charity! Rita was on pins and needles, nervously awaiting her submissive's reaction to the news, and what it promised.

With extreme efficiency, and a delicate touch, Mr. Saito removed the rope binding from the models in the same order he'd applied them. The models were then invited to mingle and partake of the refreshments as the after-party commenced. Before Rita could reach Olga, several admirers had surrounded her, congratulating her, and praising her for her beauty, and for that act of submission. Olga was blushing, but her smiles indicated she was basking in their praise. When Rita reached her side, Olga knelt and embraced her legs, snuggling happily against her.

The conversation then switched to Rita, since Olga's actions had indicated that she was obviously in charge. The two of them were given many invitations to various private events that might take place at these rich people's homes and clubs. As business cards were handed to Rita, several contained scribbled suggestions on their back. Olga was the hit of the evening. She was surprised when another nude woman knelt down next to her. It was Leyla!

Leyla wrapped Olga in an embrace, happily proclaiming, "Hi Miss Olga!" With a twinkle in her eye, she amended that, saying, "Or maybe I should just say 'Hi Olga' given your current situation."

Olga hugged her back. "Just Olga will do nicely. I'm so happy to see you again!" She noted the rope impressions on Leyla's skin. "I'm sorry that I didn't see you placed in shibari, Leyla. I sort of had other things on my mind at that point."

Leyla giggled. "Judging by how wet your leg was getting, I can guess what was on your mind."

Olga flushed a deep shade of scarlet. "It was that obvious from where you were?"

Leyla gave her a kiss on her flaming cheek, and whispered in her ear, "My darling woman, you were raised up in the air above people's heads, slowly rotating as your pussy churned out a veritable river of nectar. I doubt that anyone wasn't aware of that. You looked fantastic. No wonder you brought in the highest bid."

At that point, a simply gorgeous hunk of man tapped Leyla on her shoulder. "We should be mingling, girl," he stated in a smooth, baritone voice. "And are you being remiss by not introducing me?"

Leyla made a most fetching bow. "Sorry, Master. Please forgive my oversight. I was just so surprised to find Olga here." She turned to the woman kneeling next to her. "This is my Master, Master Callan." She turned back to him. "Sir, this is the Miss Olga that I told you about. Perhaps you remember that I spent about a month as her submissive, as she was experimenting with being a Domme."

His facial expression became one of recognition. "Ah, yes. I do recall. It's nice to meet you, Olga. It seems that you're exploring both sides of a D/s relationship."

For the most part, Olga wasn't attracted to men. But she could admire beauty, handsomeness anyway. "Thank you, Sir. It's wonderful to meet you, as well. This is my Mistress, Miss Rita."

He shook hands with Rita. "It appears that we both have been gifted with lovely submissives, Rita. Perhaps we'll see more of each other in the future. But for the moment, I promised some friends that they could have a closer look at my girl." With smiles, they departed, but not before Olga whispered into Leyla's ear, "I'm glad you found someone. I hope to hear more about how this came about, when we get a chance." Leyla gave her a quick kiss on her lips, and stood and took her Master's hand to be led away.

Rita decided that they should also mingle, and perhaps see what other offers Olga's presentation might yield. As Rita raised Olga to her feet, she whispered, "Do you wish to get dressed now girl, or remain as you are?"

Olga looked at the impressions of the ropes on her skin, and replied, "I'm warm enough for the moment, Miss. Everyone here already has seen my body in intimate detail." She shivered delicately, with a hint of humiliation blended with delight. "Perhaps they'd like to see the rope markings on me for a while, if that pleases you, Miss."

In response, Rita merely gave her a loving kiss on her cheek. She gave her a hug, and whispered in Olga's ear, "There is one more thing you need to know about this auction, my dear slut. I didn't want to tell you until we learned its results. One of the things that livened the bidding was the fact that the highest bidder would not only purchase that work of art. They would also receive a weekend shibari workshop from Mr. Saito, utilizing the model as a subject."

Olga leaned back enough to see Miss Rita's face. "So that means..." Her voice trailed off.

Rita nodded. "Yes. That means that you and I are going to be guests of Ms. Silvia Ottinger this weekend, and Mr. Saito is going to teach her - and her companion, if she wishes - how to perform shibari properly, with your valued assistance.

Olga wasn't sure how to digest that information. Somewhat chaotic thoughts raced through her mind. "A weekend in the home of strangers? Probably naked? Their hands on my body, handling me as they bind me, with that Japanese man demonstrating and correcting them?" She'd gotten accustomed to a whole roomful of strangers just looking at her, while also being distracted by the other seven naked women. But this meant she'd probably be the only nude person in the room, in a strange house, with no one else to act as a distraction! Butterflies took flight in the confines of her stomach! She threw a quick glance around the room and spotted the two women making their way toward them.

For some reason she couldn't fathom, Olga once again sank to her knees at Miss Rita's side, and cast her eyes down toward the floor. She saw only the shapely legs of the two women as they came to a halt in front of Miss Rita and introduced themselves. Olga felt the mellow voice pour over her like a wave of warm honey as one said, "Hello, I'm Silvia Ottinger, but please call me Silvia. And this is my lover and dear companion, Leah Brooks."

As they shook hands, Leah spoke, saying, "Please call me Lee. We were told your names by Mr. Laurent. May we call you Rita and Olga?"

Rita answered, "Please do, although Olga also answers to 'girl' and sometimes to 'slut' depending on the situation." All three of them laughed softly, as Olga's cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"I can't tell you how thrilled we are to have you both, and Mr. Saito of course, as our guests this weekend. I know that we'll not be doing anything as intricate as he demonstrated tonight, but it'll be fun to learn whatever we can," Silvia gushed. "Here's my card. If you'd like, I can send my car on Friday evening. We can put you up for the night, and get started bright and early Saturday morning."

"That sounds wonderful, Silvia. Here, let me give you our number, as well. We're looking forward to an interesting weekend," Rita assured her.

"Wonderful. Well, let's all enjoy this lovely party now. The food and drinks look scrumptious. Mr Laurent really put his heart and soul into raising funds for that charity. Such a worthwhile cause." During all this, Olga was still staring at their feet. But Silvia reached down, and gently touched Olga's chin, indicating that she wished her to look up. When their eyes met, Silvia said, "And you, my dear, look scrumptious as well. Lee and I can't wait to learn how to properly restrain you. If all goes well, we may have some friends over Sunday night, so we can demonstrate what we've learned."

Leah leaned over to capture her attention as well, adding, "Perhaps, with Rita's approval, we'll find out if you are actually entitled to the term 'slut' or similar designations. The suggestive manner in which she licked her lips made Olga's nipples ache with need. Her lustful gaze caused goosebumps to form on Olga's arms, intermixed with the rope marks. Olga could feel her traitorous pussy dripping again in anticipation, as she heard Miss Rita chuckle her approval.