We were still laughing when Nigel seated me facing toward the table, but about three feet away from it, with my back to the main door. "Remember the proper inspection position?" He chuckled away as he eased my knees even wider apart. "Let them see how daring you can be, my girl. Knees to each corner of the chair." He explained, making certain that my glass had a stable resting place on the drink trolley while he poured out another cognac. "Same again?"
"Could I have a little less to drink this time please, Master?" I giggled. "I think all that cognac might be affecting me."
"You seem relaxed enough." He laughed, still chuckling as he passed it over to me. "One advantage to this! You needn't worry about spilling cognac all over your costume." He quipped. "I'll put mine on now." He kissed me on the cheek. "You look absolutely enchanting with nothing on, my lovely. Stay exactly where you are and I'll fetch our servants." He informed me casually. "Don't budge from there, now!"
"Thank you, Master." My voice steadied. "I won't move at all."
I watched as he strode over to the fire, picked up and pulled on his smock, followed by his wide brimmed floppy hat. He walked over to the door without saying another word. I sipped my drink, nervously noting as Nigel left the room that entry door didn't have a privacy lock.
While warm cognac trickled down my throat, the chance of someone else mistakenly entering our room overwhelmed me. Agonizingly aware of the vulnerable position I was now in, I tore my eyes away from the door.
Playing the part of 'O' inside a plush dining room with it's antique late nineteenth century ambience was simple enough. The hard part was waiting, fully exposed to whoever happened to look inside. Carlos and Sylvia would be back with him shortly and I hoped that my willingness to demonstrate obedience, with other people present in the room would fully satisfy my strange obsession and please Nigel.
I remembered the movie role well. 'O' was never permitted any modesty whatsoever. She spread her legs apart for inspections, whilst totally naked, often being intimately invaded by complete strangers. She had accepted these indignities, purely to prove herself. I'd explained to Nigel that the most erotic part of the story, as I understood it, was 'O's unswerving dedication to her lover. Because I trusted him, I had agreed to experience some of 'O's humiliation, under his control.
Nigel hadn't given out much information about himself, but that was a part of his mystique. Wealthy, in monetary terms and in intellect, he soothed any tension by opening up just enough of himself to allow me to trust his word. I believed in him, more my husband Alf.
I thought about Nigel's stated opinion of me as I waited to be placed on display. It was comforting to have had my self confidence boosted by his beliefs. Without his understanding and painstaking comments, I could never have agreed so readily to let Nigel assume control. There were many things I'd wanted to ask him but I was afraid that he might misinterpret my interest in them. I was curious. Why had Isobel left Nigel, or had he simply grown tired of her? He had been a patient sex partner, fulfilling my sexual needs and not merely his own, like Alf had often done. I was certain that there had to be some other reason. Did she disobey him at some point, in their marital relationship?
My natural curiosity urged me to compile a mental list of questions I could ask Nigel, once our evening was successfully completed from his point of view. It was a strong incentive to submit to his commands in every respect. I wanted the answers more than ever. Compiling my list eased the lengthy time, alone with my thoughts. The rattling noise of a food trolley, accompanied by low muffled voices, swiftly brought me back to reality again. 'This has got to be Nigel!' I prayed silently, starting to think twice.
Shivering uncontrollably with delicious apprehension, I heard voices approaching the door. I sipped my cognac one last time before putting my glass aside. I took a deep breath, not daring to look backward, as the door opened. Lowering my eyes, I remained perfectly immobile with my hands gripping the sides of my chair while a group filed into the room. The rattling noise stopped dead, followed by an eerie silence. The way I was seated, stark naked with my legs parted unnaturally and my shoulders back, if the group wasn't my Master and his two friends, they were going to be aware that I was showing off my body for their entertainment. I didn't dare to check.
A warm glow rushed though my body and I heard my own heart beating as I strained my ears for even the slightest verbal reaction from them. Prepared for a muffled gasp, at least, I fought the overwhelming urge to cover myself up while the door closed again. Humiliatingly aroused by their presence, I had to force my breathing to return to normal as I struggled with mixed emotions. Profound humiliation, ranging though to an almost confident pride in my body invaded my thoughts as I sat motionless, waiting for someone to make a noise. 'It's a test. It has to be!' I thought. 'Somebody, say something.' I pleaded silently.
As the seconds slowly ticked by, I heard nothing until Nigel began to speak to his companions, referring to me as 'T', like he'd promised.
"This is 'T'" He sounded jovial. "She's agreed to pose with you after we've eaten. She'll be perfect for a combined sitting but a lot depends on your decision in the matter, Sylvia my dear. Let me know what you think?"
I heard excited whispering but couldn't comprehend what Sylvia said.
I guessed that either Nigel or Carlos had already informed the woman about our Master/Slave arrangement and she had agreed to participate.
It seemed that they were trained to expect bizarre scenes like this. Their voices were subdued and I reasoned that it must have to do with the artistic theme that Nigel alluded to earlier on. I felt that they might be aspiring actors, perhaps moonlighting in the part the client wanted them to play, if Carlos had been anything to judge by.
My mind raced as I recalled to my initial introduction to Carlos. Now I knew that this 'Sylvia' lady was part of Nigel's plan as well.
It was difficult to remain calm and serene as he gave instructions to his two chosen restaurant workers, without being asked to turn around so that I could see their reactions for myself. What could Nigel mean by a combined sitting? Would they both actually model in the nude as well? My mind raced as I waited for somebody to speak again.
As they moved closer, I could practically feel all their eyes resting on my blatantly displayed vulva, with the clitoris visibly erect and moist. 'What could they be thinking about me?' Scared to look, I kept my eyes firmly fixed on the floor in front of me.
"She's very obedient, like you told us." Sylvia sounded elated but it was difficult to know, from her voice. She didn't appear to be disgusted by the way I was presented, though. The two staff could see that I was sexually excited by their presence. The fact that I had no idea whether Nigel would allow a complete physical inspection as well made waiting for the unknown to happen even more humiliating.
"How should we address her, Sir. As Madam or simply as 'T'?"
Sylvia questioned Nigel in a barely audible voice.
