“Almost ready?” It was Joanna.
“What do you think, purple or blue?”
“That blue goes well with your eyes. I’ll be out by the pool.”
“I’ll be out in a minute.” I could here her changing clothes and assumed she was putting on a swimsuit. “Slave, come here.” I turned and walked over to her. “Listen up. You will be a living sculpture. That means I will walk you out there and position you. You will not move until either I move you, or I tell you to move. If I allow you to move on your own, it must be very slowly. The guests should not notice you moving. You will not talk to or otherwise respond to anything a guest says or does. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Do you sunburn easily?”
“Yes, Mistress”
“OK, I will start you in the shade. If you are lucky, I will remember to move you once you are in the sun. Let’s go.” She grabbed my least and started walking way, until the handle came up into her hand and she gave it a tug, “Come on!”
I followed her down the hall. Just close enough not to get tug, but far enough not to step on here heals. She was wearing a wonderfully small string bikini, blue as Joanna had suggested. As we exited the guest house I saw about fifty ladies in dresses chatting in small groups, nibbling on finger food and sipping drinks distributed by a catering crew. There was a lull in the chatter as all eyes turned toward us. I should say me. Then there was some more whispering as Mistress led me around the pool, so everyone got a good look. Some of the ladies picked up disposable cameras of the tables and snapped a few shots as we passed. Then Mistress parked me up in a raised planter filled with flowers.
“Bend down a bit.” She unclipped my leash, and laid it out on the edge of the planter. “Stand up and look over your right shoulder at the upper left window of the main house. Good, now turn your left leg and foot so they are pointing to the left the pool. OK, now turn your right foot perpendicular to your left. A little more, so it is pointing more at the main house. That’s better. Square your shoulders so they are pointed in the same direction as your left foot. Good, now bend your left knee a bit and lean forward some. That’s it. Freeze.” With that she turned and walked away.
Mistress’ mother was the first to wander over for a closer look. She reached out and caressed my balls. “So much better with out the hair,” she said as my cock started to raise. She traced her fingers up from my balls, down the length of my growing shaft, then turned and wandered off.
Various women drifted by. Some only glancing, almost embarrassed to look. Others came right up and stared intently, as if analyzing a new stone sculpture. A few reached out and touched me. Checking out the texture of the latex or paint, checking the fit of the collar, or just getting a raise out of me. There were also those that came and pose for pictures next to me, like some statue in a museum.
I shift my weight ever so slightly to avoid cramping. Something I learn while a groomsman at my cousin’s wedding. I was getting tired and was now out in the full sun. As best as I could tell from the shadows, an hour or two had passed.
“You doing OK”, it was Joanna’s voice.
“Ya” I muttered an affirmative without moving my lips.
“You know you aren’t supposed to react. I’m going to tell on you.” She said in what I hoped was a teasing voice.
Then came, “Let’s move you. Climb down here.” I obeyed. “Why don’t you go out on the end of the diving board and start with a ‘Thinker’ type pose. After a while you can oven your own, as long as you stay on the last couple of feet on the diving board. Now get out there and down say anything. Don’t you dare fall in. I don’t want you splashing the guests and ruining all our work.” I was worried as I headed out on the diving board. First, it was still in the sun and I could already feel the sunburn starting. Second, the diving board felt springy and narrow, I really didn’t want to fall in.
As I got to the end of the board and to into my assigned position, a few of the disposable cameras got a few more shots used up. After ten minutes or so, I started to move some. Very slowly. It was harder than I thought, particularly trying to keep my balance. I worked my way into a standing position, raising my hands and arms over my head. There were a couple more pictures, as I slowly turned around. What to do next? I finished turning and started to lower my arms. I started to bend down and then stretched out so I was laying flat on the board with my head hanging over the water. I stretched my arms out to form a cross. It felt good to just rest there for a while. I pulled my legs in until my ankles were up near as I could to my ass; knees together, then gradually opened my knees to reveal my crotch. This got a little attention from the party goers and some use for the handy cameras. I was starting to relax more, almost felt like napping. The sun was feeling good warming my crotch. I brought my hands back into my chest and rested there for a while.
“You had better not be sleeping.” It was Mistress, just loud enough to hear. That was my cue, and I started to lift my head and roll up into a sitting position, bringing my knees back together. From there I continued forward until I was on my hands and knees. Slowly I stretched a leg straight out over the end of the board. Pulling the leg back in, I repeated with the other leg. I was nearly to a standing position again when Mistress appear at the foot of the diving board. She was holding my leash and signaled to approach her.
“You have done well.” She said as I stepped down from the diving board and she clipped my leash to my collar. She began to parade me back around the pool, taking the long route back to the guest house.
Joanna fell in next to her as we entered the guest house. “Get me a Coke. What do you want?” She as Joanna.
