Spread out on a dais, naked with her legs spread apart. Her arms also spread, her head slightly elevated on a satin pillow. Her ankles and wrists held in place by padded manacles, her head with a thin silk cord over her forehead, tying her down. Her dark black hair was spread out behind her on display.
She had been meticulously cleaned, her finger and toe nails polished to a gleam. Her lips felt oiled. Chilled air had caused her nipples to stiffen and her aureole's to show dimples. Goose bumps were starting to form on her breasts, and other parts of her body.
An unknown body walked in. She heard them adjusting something and in response the room began to warm, her dimples softened and disappeared.
Lettice's vaginal hair had been washed and combed. She felt very clean, her stomach empty, she wondered if she had been douched and given an enema as she slept.
She had awakened from sleeping in her own bed to this. She felt calm, drugged perhaps?
Soft music played from somewhere. Her body was lit by lights strategically placed to illuminate her. People walked up to her, they looked upon her and read a program. It was like a museum and she was one of the exhibits. Another light was positioned to illuminate her vaginal region.
Two men walked up to the raised dais she lay on. They looked at their program, reading it carefully.
"Lettice, such an unusual name, but so appropriate for such a fine work." The man's voice was a rich low baritone. He was carefully examining her feet.
"Yes, a fine work, shall we examine Lettice more carefully?" The second man's voice was more reedy, but full.
Lettice felt rough hands softly brush against the toes of her left foot.
"Look at the toe nails, the shape of her toes." She felt fingers lightly feeling each of her toes.
The other man's hand started to touch her right foot. He ran his fingers down between her toes, examining each toe carefully.
"The foot arch is classical, don't you think Gerald?"
"Why yes Michael, her heel is very well shaped, and the ankles..." She felt his hands smoothing over her foot, then both hands moving over and touching her ankle.
The one called Gerald was fondling her right foot's arch. She sighed pleasantly.
"Very nice voice."
"Most musical, I wonder if she were fully played what vocal delights would come forth?"
She felt Michael's hands moving up and examining her calf. "Good strong Calf muscles."
"Such soft silky skin on the legs, and such fine thighs, creamy." Gerald's hands moving up to feel and move over her thighs. "Such fine long fingers and well shaped hands. But one thing at a time I always say."
