Exhibition

She reached the basement in her submissive Eve outfit. A circle of light clearly indicated where she should position herself. There was no need to back out, her choice was made. When she got down in the middle on all fours on large cushions, she discerned human forms with long hooded cloaks that revealed nothing of their features. An authoritative voice spoke.

• Welcome, ****, you've made your choice. Show us how you pleasure yourself before giving it to us. Lay on your back and stroke yourself like a good little female dog.

She obeyed without hesitation, turning around with a calculated slowness that made her hips roll under the invisible gaze of the spectators. Her skin quivered in the cold air of the basement, each brush of his fingers on her stomach, then lower down, tracing furrows of fire. A moan escaped her as his palms finally encircled her breasts, pinching them with a delicious pain that made the assembly laugh softly.

The laughter died away as his fingers slid lower, already drenched in the moisture of his desire. A collective gasp rippled through the assembly as she arched her back, offering her throbbing throat to the harsh light. Her nails scratched her thighs as they parted, each movement calculated to make the air shudder between her legs.

"Slower," the voice commanded, and she moaned as she obeyed, tracing lazy circles where the heat engulfed her.

Her breathing quickened as his fingers sank deeper, each movement expertly slowed by the command. The wetness between her thighs glistened in the light, and a trickle of moisture formed along her skin as she withdrew her fingers for a moment, sliding them obscenely slowly along her quivering stomach.

"Look how she's giving herself away," a husky voice murmured from the shadows, as another spectator adjusted the drape of her cloak with an impatient rustle of fabric.

A murmur of approval rippled through the crowd as she returned her fingers to the burning spot, this time pressing them in with a pressure that drew a muffled cry from her. Her thighs trembled violently, her ragged breaths fogging the cold air past her parted lips.

"Harder," the dominating voice commanded, and she obeyed immediately, breathless at the sensation of her knuckles rubbing against her own aroused body. Her breathing accelerated, she lost control of her body which was moving to respond to his caresses, but above all he asked to be satisfied by men's penises, he wanted to feel again an extraordinary pleasure as Mr. Roarke had known how to do it without effort, just thinking about him made her wet, he had freed her from her coldness she had realized it but there with these men it would be the apotheosis.