Turning away from Karl, Heather slowly stripped. Goosebumps formed on her skin as she felt very exposed in this strange location. At least Rose had seen her nude in the past, and wouldn't be shocked. Soon, her bra and panties join the rest of her garments atop a nearby table.
Neither Karl nor Rose made any comments about Heather's exposed skin. Nonchalantly, Rose said, "OK, now we'll slip this hood over your head, tucking your hair up under it as we go. People won't even see the color of your hair, making you more anonymous." She leaned close to Heather's ear before the hood covered it, and whispered, "And since you shave your pussy, you don't even have any lower hair to give away your hair color." The flush of embarrassment that started to stain Heather's cheeks was quickly hidden under the black leather hood.
The hood had holes for the eyes, so Heather could see and there was an opening for her nose, so she had no trouble breathing. But there was no opening at her mouth. As Rose made the final adjustments, she asked, "Can you see and breathe easily?"
Without thinking, Heather answered, "Yes, I can see and breathe." But the hood covering her mouth muffled her voice so much that her words were almost unintelligible. Even she could tell that, so she nodded her head.
"See? No one can see your face, or your hair, or even recognize your voice. You have no tattoos, scars, or birthmarks. Out in that room, you'll be completely anonymous. Breathtakingly beautiful, and the perfect performance model for this event."
Since the hood was pressed right against Heather's ears, she could hear fairly well and Rose's praise of her appearance while staring at her nude body deepened Heather's flush so much that it crept down her neck and reddened the skin over her collarbones and upper breasts. It also made her nipples tingle and her toes want to curl with delight. She tipped her head down, and was able to see the display of her naked torso and lower body. Rose held up a small padlock before Heather's eyes, saying, "And now I'll lock the hood on at the back of your neck, so no one can yank it off in that crowded room." Heather felt a small tug and heard a soft click. She knew that the hood was now locked on and stood a little straighter and more confident.
Heather continued, "Now Karl is going to clip a leash to a small ring on the front of the hood's neck. As part of the performance, he's to lead you out into the room like that. These people are very well behaved, because they know that being invited here is a privilege, and they don't want to lose that. I won't be hovering near you the entire time because some of these people know that you and I are close friends. But Karl will be near your side at all times, and I'll be watching from a distance. Does this sound okay?"
As they were apparently nearing the time to go out into the large crowded room, Heather felt the butterflies in her stomach starting to flap a little. But she also felt that if she quit at this point, she'd always wonder what it would've been like. So she answered, "Yes," and nodded.
"One last thing," Rose told her, "and this is completely optional. It makes better theater if you are led out into the room while handcuffed. It gives the visual suggestion of a restrained, naked slave being led by her Master. If you're okay with it, we'll cuff your wrists behind your back. And if at any time you really want them removed, just shake your head side to side vigorously as if protesting. If Karl sees that, he'll remove the cuffs immediately. In fact, if you need anything to stop, shake your head side to side and say 'no' to Karl as best you can. So are you willing to be cuffed?"
Heather instinctively knew that adding the handcuffs would make it look a lot more naughty. Not nearly as naughty as most of the things she'd seen at this party, but naughty, nonetheless. She nodded her head and put her hands behind her back. Either Rose or Karl ratcheted them on, and she was ready to go. Her heart rate accelerated as Karl tugged on the leash, leading her to the door that opened into the main party room. She was definitely scared now, wondering what the crowd's reaction would be. "Will they jeer at me?" she thought. "Will they cheer and applaud?" Seconds later, a more horrifying thought occurred, "Oh my god -- what if they simply ignore me -- as if I'm unworthy of their notice?" She realized that as they'd approached the door, she'd been hunched forward, rounding her shoulders as if to try to hide her nudity. But with that last thought, she immediately straightened up, and thrust her tits forward proudly. "I'll make them take notice, at least," she promised herself mentally. Rose observed the change in Heather's posture and smiled with approval.
Karl and Heather exited the room, and Rose stayed hidden behind the door, closing it carefully behind them. She didn't want someone seeing her walk out of the room right after Heather did, since that might jeopardize her anonymity. But through the thin door, she heard Karl's announcement. "Your attention, please!" he shouted. "Our performance model has arrived and I present her to you, as promised!" Rose also heard the hearty cheers of approval that erupted as Karl dramatically stepped to one side, giving everyone a clear view of the nude, hooded, leashed and handcuffed woman he'd led into the room.
After the initial greeting of the performance model had ebbed, Karl pulled on the leash and led Heather here and there around the room, giving people a better look at her. She, in turn, was getting more of a closeup view of many fetishes. Some turned her off, like those involving whipping and needles. Others intrigued her, like seeing wax play for the first time, and foot worship. Some she felt rather neutral about, seeing people heavily into leather wearing, or rubber wearing. Primarily because that seemed to be all they wanted to do -- to be seen wearing it. And some really excited her, like cock worship, cunnilingus, and even group sex, although that still looked a little scary.
With the tour seemingly complete, Karl told her, "Girl, now it's time for you to make some more money for that charity."
She was glad he'd called her 'girl', rather than revealing her name, but apprehensive about what he might have in mind. No one had pointed out what the 'performance' might entail. And Rose and Karl had rushed her into this 'costume' which consisted of a leather hood, a leash, handcuffs and her otherwise exposed skin. At that moment, Heather happened to spot Rose, who'd slipped out of the side room unnoticed, and was smiling as she watched. She also nodded, indicating to Heather that this was expected, and safe.
Karl announced in a loud voice, "Now we come to the first stage of the use of our performance model. All of you turned in your cellphones as you arrived, and we have them sorted on this display. For $10 a photo, you may have yourself photographed with our beautiful model. Remember, all proceeds go to today's charity, so I expect you to be generous. After all, you not only benefit the charity, but your donations are a tax write-off. And of course save some money for the later stage or stages. Once the picture or pictures are taken, surrender your cell phone back to my assistant, to prevent any cheating. You'll have them returned when the event is over.
Heather felt a little skittish, hearing that. "Having my picture taken while naked?" she thought, starting to sweat a little as her heart thumped hard in her chest. But then she remembered Rose's encouragement, and she realized no one could tell who she is, so she took deep, calming breaths. Karl spoke more quietly, next to her ear, "Girl, try not to be startled if I touch you to position you -- some people may want to see your back, rather than your front, or perhaps a side view to better show the handcuffs and leash. I will move you slowly and gently, so you don't lose your balance."
He was as good as his word. His hands felt warm and caring as he helped move her so the people could take the picture with her that they wished. Karl had an assistant who took the money and either confirmed that the person only took the picture or pictures that they'd paid for, or actually took the picture for the person. Heather began to get comfortable with this new experience, and began responding to suggested poses like 'stand proud', or 'cringe as if scared', or 'kneel submissively' with more and more enthusiasm. She was starting to get turned on by the sounds of approval, and the looks on the faces she could see. Rose was right -- Heather was discovering that she did have a streak of exhibitionism in her!
Then one female asked Karl, "Other years we've been allowed to touch the model, if we paid extra. Are we doing that again this year?"
Karl asked, "Girl, are you willing to allow them to touch you, if they double their contribution to the charity? We usually charge them $20 per picture if they touch."
By this point, Heather was almost aching to be touch, she was so excited. She said not a word, but nodded her head very obviously. Gleefully, the woman moved to Heather's side, slid her arm around her waist, embracing her and smiled for the camera. The donations started pouring in after that, with people getting bolder and bolder as they touched her. Heather enjoyed the embraces, and she enjoyed when a guy lifted one of her tits as if offering it to the camera.
Another guy also lifted her tit, but had his picture taken kissing it. Not to be outdone, a woman stepped up and started suckling Heather's nipple and areola. Dimly, the handcuffed woman thought she ought to protest that this was going too far, but that mouth on her tit sucked all the feelings of impropriety away, replacing them with those of arousal and need.
Therefore, when a finger touched her labia, stroking them, it shocked her a little, and scared her a little, but her body was moaning 'yes,yes' and she didn't protest at all. She didn't even look to the side to see who might be taking such liberties. She stared straight ahead at the watching crowd, observing the lewd, lustful expressions on their faces. Instead of cringing, she stood up a bit straighter, raising her tits slightly, knowing that every picture being taken was another $20 for her favorite charity.
