After a week of their exercises Francesca could play Anne like an instrument, bringing her to the height of ecstasy over and over at will. Some days she specialized, wielding only a single crop until she was confident she had mastered its use, or focusing on Anne's belly or thighs. Lise was not neglected, but she showed no improvement.
In contrast Francesca found Anne a joy to work with and created a program for the evening with styles to appeal to all levels of the audience, knowing Mr. Schuyler would invite only those who appreciated her artistry.
She declined to make Anne available for use after the performance; he would offer Lise to them instead in another room. Anne was a little disappointed at this but knew better than to mention it.
A day for the performance was scheduled, and dozens of invitations went out.
On the morning of the event, Francesca gave Anne an extra helping of feed. They both dined lightly at lunch and rested in the afternoon. After their nap Francesca leashed Anne and walked her around the block for some fresh air; Anne reveled in the clear skies she could only imagine in her underground cell. The birdsong held a sweetness made precious from long deprivation. The air was chilly, but the trees were bare and she felt joy in the tranquil autumn sunlight filtering through the branches onto her skin.
Shortly after they returned, Mr. Schuyler's car came by to pick them up. Francesca put her in the back seat and sat beside her. She touched Anne on the thigh reassuringly and stroked her breasts. Anne smiled back at her owner and tried to retain her self-control, though there was an absorbent cloth beneath her. They knew her well.
The exercises of the last week had been lighter and did not drive her out of her mind; they wanted her to retain her sanity for tonight. Afterwards they would resume "breaking" her, but she was glad to have this respite. She even remembered to curtsey to the chauffeur.
Inside the townhouse Francesca led her down to the locker room where a pair of collared servant girls, nude like her, awaited them. Anne expected to see Frieda, but she was not there. The girls suspended her by her wrists in a large shower stall and prepared her for the show. After washing and shampooing her, they dried her off with a large white towel and brushed her hair to a fine lustre.
One applied a touch of rouge to her nipples; then the other lightly perfumed her most intimate places with the earthy scent of wood roses. Anne had not been so thoroughly prepared since she was put up for auction.
They shared a piece of gossip; this morning Frieda left for Mr. Schuyler's country estate to judge Denise, a girl there who had become "difficult". She was setting a bad example for the others.
Anne remembered Denise from a few encounters there. Her firm breasts under a transparent blouse, and the round buttocks under a light pair of shorts that exposed more than they concealed. Like Anne, she was the product of an upper-class family and quite proud of it. Perhaps like Anne, too proud; she looked down on the others.
Allowed the use of her hands, she sometimes helped tie Anne up; and when Francesca left to change, would caress Anne and leave her limp and moist. Anne shuddered at the thought of Frieda placing the black bag over her head. She was grateful to Francesca for trying so hard to cure her pride and not giving up on her.
The recital would be held in the gymnasium followed by a buffet and reception in the drawing room. With the help of a servant, a young dark-haired woman with bracelets like Anne's, Francesca strung Anne's limbs to the corners of the frame; she gave Anne a good-luck kiss on the cheek and went to change. The servant stood next to Anne as guests entered in the quarter-hour before it was to begin.
Anne's heart sank as she saw Sir Nigel approach; the presence of the servant dissuaded him from touching her, but he circled her as a tiger circles its prey, examining her closely and even sniffing her in places before taking his seat. She tried to smile at him; it was without conviction but he seemed pleased to see it.
Shortly after he left, Paul appeared with Ernest in a coat and tie. She had been Ernest's first time, a coming-of-age birthday gift from his father at the brothel where Paul sent her. Nervous and awkward at first, he learned quickly under her guidance. Infatuated with his "angel", he came to hate her for a time when he saw how lightly she gave herself to other men.
