Four weeks had passed, training and traveling to meet Anna's customers. Men who liked being spanked, men who liked being tied, men who liked the idea of something a little different from their socially prevalent wives and their socially prevalent teas and parties. Anna's group had formed a nice routine in those four weeks while continuing to train Shawn. She only balked occasionally now. Anna was pleased. Mama San was disappointed.
They were traveling now to a nice little neighborhood near Hunter Air Force Base, about thirty miles from Savannah. Just on the outskirts of the nice little neighborhood was the seedy section of town, and tucked into the middle of that was Joey's Girls! Girls! Girls! topless bar. And in the back room of Joey's was Anna's current goal, a private showroom where she would demonstrate a little bit of S&M to the panting and well-paying delight of Southern gentlemen. Rich Southern gentlemen, she thought with a smile.
Anna was being given a manicure by one twin, a pedicure by another. Mama San was knitting. Auntie K was slumped in a corner, mouth open, snoring. Shawn was in the back of the trailer, asleep. Anna called to Anthony. "When will we be there?"
He glanced at a mile marker. "About ten minutes."
The twins began packing up nail files and buffers and polish.
"Wake Shawn," said Anna to Bambi. She nodded.
The trailer crunched over gravel and swung to a stop near an old tree covered in Spanish moss. Joey came out with a smile. He reached to hug Anna, who had left the trailer. She dodged his hands and kissed the air near his cheek. He smiled broadly.
"Hey, got a great group lined up for tonight! And got a father-son deal tomorrow night!"
Anna smiled. The father-son meetings were a tradition. A Southern gentleman would die before breaking a tradition. Traditions meant money. Anna liked tradition.
Joey helped Anthony hook up the trailer for lights and plumbing. Anna went back inside to Shawn's room. Waking Shawn was not simply a matter of telling her it was time to get up. She had to be untied as well.
The first couple of weeks, the girl had tried to leave the trailer. This made Mama San happy until she realized she was not going to be allowed to punish Shawn. "Not just yet," Anna said. Mama San frowned and glared at Shawn.
But by now, Anna had used the tying to make Shawn more comfortable with just being tied. With having her legs open. With being exposed.
And with having the ginger liquid spread on her each night by Mama San. If Anna was not watching, the old woman dabbed on a little too much. Deliberately. It made Shawn writhe against the cuffs on her ankles and wrists, pushing up with her hips even for a gentle teasing flicker of the sheet against her pubic area. It made Shawn rut and open her legs and not care who saw.
If Anna ever noticed her doing this, she was pleased. She would let her stay that way for an hour or two, panting, and then let one of the twins push a dildo in Shawn for the night, or tie a butterfly vibrator to her, so the girl would sleep.
And that was how Shawn slept now, and even napped that way.
Bambi was unbuckling the ankle cuffs when Anna came to the door. The room was too small for a third person. She looked at Shawn, who was yawning slightly but looked rested. Good. Anna went in search of Mama San.
"Tease her. Have the twins help you. Give her the liquid twice. Make her ready."
Mama San nodded. Anna left for dinner with Anthony and Joey. The twins left to make a few calls. They had been here before.
Shawn took a shower while Auntie K fanned herself in the small bathroom. They were taking no chances. They had used Shawn in a few demos, but not in a group this size. And Anna had plans for Shawn that night.
The two elderly women patted Shawn dry and turned her this way and that. They checked for smooth skin and a hairless pubic area. She squirmed when Mama San dug her nails into her clit, pulling it out to be sure that Shawn was smooth. Mama San smiled grimly and nodded at Auntie K. They put cuffs on Shawn's wrists and pulled her arms overhead. Anthony had long ago installed a series of bars overhead in the trailer. They were meant to hold someone's weight.
Shawn's legs were pulled out and each ankle cuffed and tied to bars on the side of the bathroom walls. Anthony was useful. Shawn squirmed, earning a pinch on her bottom from Auntie K.
"You be still!" she snapped. They continued inspecting her, prodding, poking, running their hands along her body to make sure she was smooth, her skin flawless. They checked her hair. The dye held beautifully. The eyes were a deep violet from the tinted lenses.
"It almost 7:00" said Auntie K at one point. They finished the girl's makeup, heavy and slutty, mysterious. A Goth look of sorts, yet a touch of innocence. Auntie K fastened the collar around Shawn's neck. Mama San pulled up a stool and sat with her bowl of ginger juice. She pulled open one lip, dabbed it liberally, then dabbed the other. She painted the outside of the lips as well as the clit, eased the brush to just underneath, near the anus, then dipped the brush into the bowl again, picking up a dollop of thick juice. Auntie K frowned. "That a lotta juice," she said doubtfully. She was brushing and smoothing Shawn's hair. Mama San shrugged. She pushed the brush inside Shawn, twirling it around, then jabbed it in the bowl again, daring her sister to say anything. Auntie K shrugged. Mama San pushed the brush inside Shawn again. This time Shawn shuddered slightly, moving against the brush a little.
"Slut," hissed Mama San. "Just remember, be good slut tonight."
They dressed Shawn, unbuckling one limb at a time, then cuffing her again when done. Collar. Short leather jacket. Half gloves with no fingers. Lacey thi hi hose. Boots just over the knee with a low pointed heel. A silver chain around the waist.
Auntie K pulled open the jacket. Her eyes were getting poor. She stood behind Shawn, holding the jacket out of the way. Mama San lifted a tube out of a box, placed it to Shawn's nipple, and pulled out on a plunger. When she was satisfied that it would hold, she did the same with the other nipple, then pulled the clit into a third vacuum tube. The women left to change into their own robes, leaving Shawn spreadeagle in the bathroom, vacuum pulling her nipples and clit into the tubes, swelling and becoming sensitive.
After about fifteen minutes the two women returned. Mama San deftly rolled a nipple noose over one tube to the base of the nipple. She pulled it under the tube, released the pressure, removed the tube, and pulled the noose tight. It clicked into place with the aid of a bead. The other nipple was lassooed as well. Both nipples now stood out, engorged, tender, swollen, harnessed in a little ring of fire held in place by a bead. More beads bumped and swayed gently against her breasts. Beads dangled on four or five strands, two or three inches from each nipple. Mama San painted each nipple with ginger juice.
The clit was harnessed with a silver metal ring, and the clit was so swollen by then that it puffed over the sides of the ring and jerked slightly, the blood pounding in excitement. Mama San painted it with juice liberally, re-painted the nipples, then re-painted the lips, clit, and shoved the brush inside the girl twice more. By then Shawn was arching her back, her eyes half-closed, pushing against the brush.
Auntie K cackled. "She think it a little cock! Hee hee." Mama San grunted. She thought a moment, then slid the wet brush to flick around the outside of the anus. She glanced at Auntie K and grinned, then pushed the brush inside Shawn again. Shawn was close to coming, but Mama San pulled the brush out. She grasped a swollen nipple in her blunt nails and pinched.
"You be a good slut later."
Shawn spent a miserable half hour or more, tied spreadeagle. Anna entered the private room and began a demo with the twins. The gentlemen sipped bourbon and sat on sofas or at tables in comfortable leather chairs. They watched the twins hold each other in mock fear, saw one tie the other, looked as Anna flicked her whip delicately at Bambi's bottom, or at Bunni's breasts. The men shifted uncomfortably, feeling their pants grow tight. It was all very genteel and exciting. Anna announced a second show after a short break. The men drank more bourbon and made donations. Anna was never paid. She merely accepted donations from generous patrons.
